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ohdeersthings · 1 year

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Beautiful Sounds

Neteyam x Metkayina!Deaf!FReader

Summary: Neteyam finds a way

Warnings: Fluffffffff for daayyys, angst 👀 we are caught up in our feelings, not proof read

A big thank you to @iikatsukii for this idea! I hope you like it, I tried my best 😭😂

Part 2 to this little beauty:

Neteyam thought he could never love anything so much until he met you. Learning your clans ways brought new insights to how the world can be so different but still beautiful. You were an example of that.

Even though you couldn't hear, you learned how to dance with elegance from the vibrations in the sand, he saw the patience you had with children, taking the time to guide them and understand what they needed, sometimes better than their own parents.

What really took his heart was how you found the simple joys of everyday life. The look of bliss on your face when the ocean sprays you with its salty mist, the contempt in your eyes as you looked at your family and friends. The love you expressed through your hands and body when you hugged or kissed him.

He thought you deserved to hear more than anyone, which is why after two months of communicating and deliberation with Norm and Max, they finally made the first set of hearing implants for Na'vi. A beautiful aqua to match your skin tone, and water proof so you could hear underwater as well.

As Neteyam watched from the shoreline as you raced your sister on Ilus, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He's practiced so hard with you and the others with sign language and yet he still continued to mess up sometimes. You never got angry or upset, just flashed your beautiful smile and repeated what he was trying to sign so he could practice again.

He'd especially been practicing for something special to you when the time came right, of course getting past Tonowari and Ronal wouldn't be easy. Taking one last glance at your figure, he turned and headed for the Marui pod that he knew your family resided in.

~.~

Ronal hissed and threw a shell at Neteyam which he ducked out of the way of, "You dare ask me such a question! That demon device will ruin her!" Tonowari just shook his head at his mate, she was nearing the end of her pregnancy and was very cranky.

"It'll help her hear! She can finally here all of you and everything around her!" Neteyam raised his hands in the air, trying to calm the angry pregnant woman. "Ronal, maybe she should give it a chance," Tonowari reasoned, Ronal growling lowly.

"You want to change her? You asked us mere days ago to mate and now you want this!? I pray to Great Mother to have the strength to not bury you alive! Skxawng!"

"No I don't want to change her! I want her to experience things that I know she longs for," Tonowari placed his hand on Ronal's shoulders giving her a look to calm down. Ronal did so, but not happily.

Both turned towards the young man, which he took as a continuation, "I promise, I love everything about her. The way she looks at the horizon with longing, wanting to go there and explore. The way (Y/n) wants to join in on everything everyone is doing but knows she can't hear everything, you may not have seen it, but I can. I hate that she cannot experience the wonderful sounds of the world, but if I could help her make one thing...The thing I know she may long for the most happen, I would crawl through viper thorns to do so, so please, let me try this," he begged at this point, taking a knee before the leaders of the clan.

Glancing at eachother, Tonowari spoke for both, "Very well, if she wants to try it, you have our blessing," Neteyam grinned, thanking them as he ran out the Marui pod to find you.

"You know he would never hurt her, Ronal?" Tonowari smiled at his mate gently, who rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Maybe Eywa will give me strength to not bury you, Tonowari,"

~.~

You huffed air laughing as Neteyam grabbed your hand, dragging you through the trees that surrounded the island.

Tapping his hand, he turned to you so he could watch, 'Where are we going?'

'Somewhere private' he replied, your smile wide as you let him carry on guiding you.

Coming to a beach front, your eyes saw a wonderful sight of a hand weaved blanket on the beach with some delicious fruit you adored. The sun was almost the horizon, the beauitful shades of orange and pink beginning to shine on the clouds and sky.

He led you down and helped sit you on the blanket, his eyes holding nothing but love for you. You returned the gaze, hand caressing his face as he lightly pecked your lips.

"I have something, for you," he gestured, you nodding, eyes staring at his figure so you wouldn't miss anything.

Pulling out a blue box from his hip bag, he opened it to reveal two small, weird looking devices. Your eyebrow furrowed, glancing up at him confused. Was this a forest thing? Why did it look like something sky demons made?

"Oh right, um," Neteyam mumbled to himself, licking his lips as he put the box down, hands moving slowly as he thought each sign out.

"These," points to the box, "help you, hear," he tried to keep it short and to the point. Yet this only confused you more.

"I cannot hear, how can these help me?" Your hands were moving quickly, 'I don't understand-' he took your hands into his, holding them close to his chest to try and regain your attention, your eyes narrowed with unease and confusion.

He let go slowly, his hands moving the same time as his lips, "These go in here," he gestured to your ear, "and when turned on, they let you hear," you slowly nodded, Neteyam picking up the box and holding it to you, the sunset reflecting of your eyes as you nodded to him.

Closing your eyes as you felt his hand gently place the small things in your ears, the other holding your cheek in reassurance.

He pressed on something, a small high pitched noise filled your ears which made your eyes shoot open. You looked around frantically, hands covering your ears and the devices from the shock of hearing something for the first time.

Neteyam placed his hands over yours, holding your head as your eyes turned to him with fear. He breathed in and out, eyes trained on yours as you began to copy him, slowly relaxing.

You both moved your hands, your ears twitching as you heard something else. A soft roaring and crashing sound that made you look to the water, eyes filling with tears as you signed, "waves?" His face lighting up and nodding, taking your hand as he helped you up.

You stared out into the giant mass of blue, the sound of the waves flooding every sense you had. The distant calls of birds and animals soon followed, all overwhelming but yet so majestic in your eyes.

Your hands came to cover your mouth and muffle your sobs as you began to cry. The world sounded different than you had ever thought, it sounded better.

Neteyam wrapped his arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Your shoulders slowly stopped shaking as you gazed up at him.

"(Y/n)" he whispered, your face morphing into one of disbelief. He sounded as gorgeous as he looked.

You tapped his lips, a grin on your face as you turned your body to face him completely now. "You can hear me?" He asked, your smile wide as you nodded. "There's something I want to ask you. I thought I would ask like this, but I want to ask you in your own way," he gently caressed your face as you nodded, feeling a small rush of adrenaline from all the excitement.

You never thought he would go through all this trouble for you, this just showing you how much he truly cared.

He held your hands, giving them a squeeze before taking a step back to see your whole body. Also incase he had to run from rejection.

'You are so beautiful,' he started, your eyes narrowing in curiosity, wondering where he was going with this. You were very flattered though as you shyly shuffled.

'When I look at you, I think of home' he started fumbling a little bit, but you smiled at him which gave him strength to keep going. "I want to spend the rest of my life, with you,'

Your mind suddenly went blank, realizing what he was asking, 'Will you be my mate?' He finished with a shy smile, but you were only staring at him with a blank expression.

A cold shiver ran down his spine, you weren't saying or doing anything. Just starting at him.

"(Y/n)?" He asked softly, taking a step forward to grab your fingers, but you jerked back suddenly, your ears flattened as you turned and ran.

Neteyam could only stare heartbroken as you disappeared from view, the sun now down below the horizon.

~.~

'You did what!?' Tsireya signed, but you didn't see it as you were hiding your face in your hands in shame. Tsireya tapped you, your glossy eyes looking at her disbelief ones. 'You left him without an answer? I thought you loved Neteyam!' 'I do!' You began, teeth gritting together, 'why would he want me?' You sobbed, tears begging to flow passed your waterline, Tsireya looking at you in empathy. 'I cannot hear, I cannot talk well, I only babble like newborn baby,' you began to hiccup, 'He gave me these to help me hear, I wish to talk to him like he can with me, but my voice is ugly,'

Tsireya grabbed your shoulders, her look fierce as she shook her head, "No! Your voice is beautiful and unique!" She knew you didn't take the sky peoples devices out, so you could hear her.

And hear her you would.

"Neteyam begged mother and father for weeks before they agreed! He planned these hearing devices for months. He loves you, all of you!" Tsireya exclaimed, your whimpers making her hug you close. "If you wish to speak to him, we will help you," Tsireya declared, her heart breaking for her older sister.

(Y/n) spent her whole life looking after others, even with the loss of hearing. Tsireya felt a few tears slip through her own eyelashes as she's never seen you this upset before. You were always smiling for everyone, the first one out and the last one in. You never told anyone how you truly felt.

Tsireya promised to Eywa she would make it right.

~.~

You avoided Neteyam for days, diving out of sight when you caught a glimpse of the oldest Sully sibling, your heart filled with guilt. You never meant to hurt him, but how could you face him before you were ready.

The Sully siblings, aside from Neteyam, knew what you were doing and tried their best to help both sides, but they still felt bad for their oldest brother.

Your own siblings helped you morning and night in getting your words more precise and clean, the pronunciation being the hardest as you technically never had to speak Na'vi or English before.

You sat in that beach shore cove Neteyam had brought you to only days prior, your eyes clenched in frustration as you tried again.

"oil ngatee kameee," the simple phrase of 'I see you' fell from your lips as you groaned in your throat. You were never going to get it, they sounded slurred together and it was hard to understand.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and tried again, "oel ngati kameie," this time it sounded better, but you really had to think and enunciate with your lips.

Head falling into your hands, you felt a few tears slip out. Why did Neteyam choose you? There are better girls, ones who weren't at a disadvantage like you were.

Standing up, you turned to see Neteyam right behind you.

You gasped inwardly, taking a few steps back. Neteyam only stared at you with a inquiring look, but you could see the hurt in his eyes too.

'I'm sorry,' you signed, looking down so your bohemian knotless braids covered your face. You couldn't face him. 'I'll leave now,' you made to scurry past him when he grabbed your hand, your breath hitching as you were frozen in place.

He carefully walked around to face you, his face looking solem at your stiff body. 'Why?' He questioned, you feeling tears staring to build up. 'Many girls better than me,' you answered, his shocked expression taking you off guard. 'No one is better than you, I only want you, now and forever,' he signed passionately, your tears streaming down your face as you shook your head.

'I sound like a baby, I cannot talk like an adult,' you desperately tried to get him to see, but he only shook his head at you.

'I have never heard your voice, but your quiet huff bring music to my ears. My heart yearns for yours so that they may beat together. Make their own sound, together. As one," Neteyam emphasized, never seeing you look so down heartened as you did right now.

Lo'ak had finally cracked and told him that you'd been practicing your voice and speech so that you could be better. Better for him. When all Neteyam wanted was you. He was so lost these last few days, never seeing you and his thoughts running wild on why you rejected him.

'Please, I stand here with my heart for you. I only want you, (Y/n)," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes closed in pain as he wished you could see yourself how he does.

"Neteyam," you whispered, his eyes shooting open as your lips twitched. "Yes," you said answered, his face changing rapidly between emotions.

"Y-yes? Yes you'll be my mate?!" He exclaimed, his eyes turning glossy as he realized you'd just spoken to him. You laughed and nodded, Neteyam cackling as he picked you up and spun you around.

"She said yes!" He yelled out, both of you now laughing like idiots as he fell back, both of you landing in the sand.

You rolled over, lips connecting with his with urgency as he gave it right back. Both of you in each other's embrace, fitting perfect together like a puzzle.

'I love you,(Y/n)' he signed, eyes filled with adoration cause you to smile back shyly, "I love you, Neteyam,"

Even though Neteyam had given you the blessing of being able to hear, the most beauitful sound you'd ever heard was his voice.

You couldn't wait to listen to it for the rest of your life.

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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

summary: rin's becoming more human the longer he's with you. he doesn't mind at all.

tags: f!reader, merfolk au, shark mermaid hybrid rin, human reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, falling in love, cultural differences, kissing.

wc: 2k

notes: i'm honestly very proud of this. i hope i did rinnie justice!

rin normally doesn't care about anything else but hunting, it's a given with how quickly he's growing. only months before his eleventh birthday, rin's already outgrown the other merchildren in his pod.

his tail is getting bigger, stronger, and he's starting to catch up to the wild orcas roaming the big blue seas which he calls home. it's a pretty thing, sleek and smooth but scaly.

black as the hair on his head with coralline blue and teal swirling up the limb, he looks like the fearsome predator he is. not only that, but his skin is also becoming thicker even his sharp nails can't scratch through them like they used to.

what he most prides in himself though, are his teeth. shark teeth are unique in the way they shred, falling out every year to signify their age. rin collects his, keeping every single one on his neck, wrapped around a long piece of netting he found near the shore.

he has ten wrapped around his neck, proudly showing off their sharpness and glimmer to anyone who passes.

the coral reefs are beautiful this time of year, they're teeming with life and growing into their colors. rin's laying among one, absentmindedly running his finger through an anemone, watching as the clown fish scatter at his motions.

the sun is bright ahead, casting a light that shines directly on him. he loves the feeling. basking under the sun yet not burning because of his skin.

minutes or even hours go by. rin can never seem to tell the time, not when the current flows through his gills. he almost falls asleep right where he is when a shadow passes up head. rin's eyes flutter open and it only takes him a moment to propel himself to the surface, his hands tightly gripping at what he assumes to be a seal.

he flinches when your scream pierces his ears. even though the sound is cloudy under water, rin moves back, letting his hands fall to his sides. his dorsal fin breaches the water as he circles you, keeping his distance before swimming closer.

only to receive a kick to the face.

rin grunts, feeling the telltale signs of a tooth shredding. he keeps it in one hand, letting his tail push him out of the water. his head pops out, bright teal eyes and messy flock of dark hair surrounding his visage. he's surprised you don't react as dramatically as you did.

rin isn't as interested with humans as the rest of his pod but he's followed enough fishing boats around to understand and speak their language.

he eyes you, stiff as a plank on your surfing board. you're a small thing, weak looking, and pruned. he wonders what you're doing out in the middle of the ocean all alone.

at first, all that comes out of his mouth are hums and growls. he's trying to communicate the best he can but when you start to lift a leg again, which rin thinks is meant to be a threat, he stops.

"are you a merman?" your voice is shaky at best, as is your entire body. your hands clench around the shells you've been collecting, ready to throw it at the unfamiliar creature. "my grandparents used to tell me about you. i didn't think you were real."

fascination replaces the fear in your eyes, and rin feels himself stiffen. you look to be the same age he is, and you have nothing to protect yourself with. he sighs internally, letting out a low chirp that you seem to perk at.

"can you talk?" you use your legs, kicking against the calm waters to bring yourself closer to him. rin leans back, cautiously flicking water at your face with his tail. you giggle at his action. "i won't hurt you. in fact, you're the one who could hurt me if you wanted to."

he calms a little at that. rin has always been the cautious one, especially with the way humans use their machines to trap his kind for amusement. he nods, pointing at you and then at himself, speaking lowly, "i thought you were a seal. please don't swim alone like this."

he dives back into the depths, only looking back at your form one last time when he hears you yell something at him. your name. rin smiles, clenching the tooth wrapped around his palm, and swims back home.

the seasons pass, the necklace around rin's neck becoming heavier as he grows. he's recently turned twenty-one yet there are only twenty pieces of his teeth dangling around his neck.

he doesn't wear the eleventh one because of you.

through the years, rin's become verily acquainted with your presence. friendship, you had called it. at first it was another accidental meeting between the two of you when he was out hunting near the shore. one thing led to another and rin finds himself too used to your laughter, the little quirks that you possess, and the differences between your worlds.

he's a full-grown shark now. his shoulders have broadened, his tail a sight to behold. he has the ability to roam the oceans, swim across the world, yet the waters feel empty without you beside him. rin has to shake the thought out of his head when he hears your voice calling out.

the waters of the open ocean ripple when you kick and slam your feet, and it has rin shaking his head. he launches himself at your board, hearing your maniacal laughter when he breaches the surface. he tips your surfboard, effectively sending you right into the water.

"that's no fair!" you push the wet hair out of your face, splashing rin when his head pops out of the water. "i never get to surprise you."

rin flicks his tail, sending a wave of water right at your face. he chuckles lowly when you splutter. humans and their need for air never seem to not amuse him.

"my brother can probably hear you at the bottom of the ocean with how loud you were being."

you snort, waving your hand nonchalantly. "i'm sure sae is comfortably unaware of my presence in his secret cave."

rin only chuckles at that, swimming closer to wrap a hand around your waist, pushing you up against his chest.

that's another thing rin has become acquainted with ever since meeting you. skin ship. the act of touching itself is uncommon among shark folk. gentle caresses and acts of service are reserved only for family or mates. with strangers and even friends, aggression is usually what he uses; play fights, hunting, preying.

and here he is, letting you touch him and take away all his time as if it were a normality.

the worst part about it? rin feels as if he wants it, needs it. he can barely spend an entire day without you, your smile and gentle touches soothe him in ways he can't understand. he hates to admit it, but sae was right. he's been too blind all this time, like a guppy threading through murky waters.

he just needs to own up to it.

"hello? earth to rin?"

his eyes come back into focus, solely fixed on you. there's a smile on your face, your feet softly kicking against the water. the sun is setting behind you, and rin feels his heart beat out of his chest at the sight.

he hums, a mere flick of his tail sending you both forward. he wraps his arms around your waist tighter, careful with his nails, and helps you stay afloat against the water.

he wonders if you can feel the thrumming in his chest against yours.

"someone's distracted today," you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck.

moments of intimacy between you are sparce but they're special, especially on days where you both want nothing but to float away in the sea. his nails, pointed and sharp, trail up your waist and settle on your lower back.

he's not sure what's making you shiver. the cold temperature or his touch.

"something special happen?"

rin nuzzles his nose against your neck, right where your gills are supposed to be if you were like him. a low rumble sounds deep in his chest, one you recognize to be a greeting. one he never forgets to gift you.

"i have something for you." his voice by your neck is low, deep as the ocean you swim in. you feel his hands roam down to your thighs, guiding them to wrap around his waist. when they do, you hear him sigh, his dorsal fin slumping in content.

you watch with amusement, lifting a finger to caress the limb. it makes him groan, wrapping his hands around you tighter, before suddenly diving down into the depths, bringing you with him.

his movement are fast, and you try to keep your eyes open, even when the salt stings. rin does this often. most times when he's flustered or something's bothering him. today, you assume, it's a combination of both.

when he breaches the surface, you inhale as much oxygen as you can. looking around, you see that he's brought you onto a small stack of land that's covered in sand, surrounded by miles of water.

"i have something for you," he repeats, his eyes unblinking as he stares at you. "i want you to have it."

you let him open your palm, watch as he drops a necklace decorated with pearls and a single tooth in the middle.

"is this," you gasp, looking at the necklace around his neck and back to, what is now, yours. "rin. you didn't have to."

"i didn't." he nods as he says his words, now shyly avoiding your gaze. his dorsal fin stands rigid against his back, his tail anxiously wrapping around one of your legs. he's so different yet so similar to you, in so many ways. "i wanted to."

"thank you," you whisper softly, leaning over to where he sits by the edge of the water. "i want to give you something too."

"what is it?" his tail flicks against your thigh, the texture smooth and scaly, hefty above the skin. it's a weight you're used to. a weight that grounds you. "i'd like anything you give me."

there's the beginnings of a blush on rin's cheek and you silently giggle, wondering whether shark folk are always so brash and obvious with their words.

"well, i'll hold you to it."

rin hesitates, freezing when you lift a hand to his neck, gently caressing the gills on the area. he blinks, as if in a daze as your hand moves to his face, lingering on his cheek.

he's never let anyone come this close before. you've never come this close before. it feels foreign yet so much like home. he sighs, closing his eyes and slumping most of his weight on you, nuzzling his face into your hold.

he feels you lean down and blinks his eyes open when there's a gentle pressure on his lips. it leaves him tingling and he looks at you with wide eyes. "what did you do? what was that?"

"it's called a kiss." you swipe the hair that's covering his eyes away, still keeping a hand on his cheek. "it's what humans do to express their affection."

rin tilts his head, his tail coiling around your leg tighter. "you have affections for me?"

"i do," you say before laughing when he coos suddenly. he dives into the water right after, hiding his blush as only half of his head pops out.

"i have affections for you too." the sound of his voice is muffled by the water, but his excitement is clear with the way he's shaking. almost like a fish out of sea. a rin out of his element. "i liked that.. kiss too. can we do it again?"

"we can do it as many times as you want," you answer with a grin, tapping your thigh with a hand. "i can't kiss you when you're all the way there, though."

rin waddles closer to you, pulling himself onto the sand. letting his tail curl around your body, he smiles with sharp teeth as you pull him into another kiss. he can definitely get used to this.

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whaleofatjme1920 · 1 year

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Hey! I've been trying to dig for some new way of water fics, and I found some on your account but... I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a Jake sully x daughter reader. Because when he was "what's wrong baby girl" I internally melted and I would love it if you would make me melt with a fic plssss

Home Sick

[Daughter Reader with parents Neytiri and Jake Sully!]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: There are spoilers for Way of Water in here!!

Man I'm glad someone else enjoyed that too. When I saw it in theatres, my heart MELTED at how paternal Jake was to his girls. It genuinely made me so happy. Love to see it. Headcanons for now but I might revisit this and make something more in depth!!]

[Reblogs are appreciated!]

Alright some context here you are a born Na'vi but you're adopted as well. Your parents were hunters in the Omaticaya clan and were unfortunately killed while out providing for the clan. Jake and Neytiri, who were very close to your parents, took you at a very young age. I'm putting you around the same age as Kiri.

In general, you're very happy. Your parents adore you and so too do your sisters and brothers. I honestly feel you and Lo'ak are thick as thieves, but Kiri understands you in a way no one else does. Tuk loves to hang from your arms and swing around. Neteyam bears the responsibility of keeping you all out of trouble!! Which he cannot STAND at times but sigh, that's what you do when you're the eldest son. He loves you all though.

I don't want to talk about Spider. I will not.

Leaving the Omaticaya was the hardest thing your family had to do. You cannot count how many hours you're cried. And well, settling in with the Metkayina hasn't been easy. While Tsireya is very sweet and helpful, often ensuring you and your siblings feel safe and learn well, her brother and his friends are not on the same wavelength.

One late evening, you and your father finally have a chat. Your siblings are all out doing Great Mother knows what, and you're alone, tail swishing, ears bent back with tears in your big, yellow eyes.

Your father gently nods to your mother who frowns before gesturing for him to join you.

You run your fingers through the water and sigh.

"Is something on your mind?" He asks. His voice is soft and calming, like the rains that used to fall after a great storm. His hands gently run through your hair, beautiful braids that your mother and sisters worked on before you had left the Omaticaya.

"No," you answer curtly, tail sway9ing in frustration.

He raises a brow and cocks his head to the side. "Mmm, I don't recall an agitated tail being a sign of relaxation," he lightly chuckles. He knows that you're frustrated about the change and it's like, the first week of you guys being settled in. He sees you relent and frowns. "Baby girl, something you're not telling me?"

You finally look up at your father and readjust your position so you're sitting cross legged beside him. "I miss home," you say plainly, not wanting your voice to crack.

Wordlessly, he takes you into his side, wrapping you up in his strong arms and rests his head atop yours. "I miss it too." Everyone does.

He lets you cry into his side, his voice quite, willowy, as he holds you. He knows the move has been tough on you. His words are comforting.

Eventually, your mother comes on your other side and she and your father cradle you as if you were their small baby again. Your mother hums to you. She's loving and gentle, her touch not that of a warrior, but someone who truly adores you.

You cling to them. Your smaller hands grip at their forearms, their waists, burying deep into them. You can still smell the forest from your mother, how the nostalgic scent of the winds carry from your father's hair. They still smell like home though it is fading.

Your father presses his lips to the top of your head, his eyes locking with your mother's. Their hearts have broken seeing you this hurt, and they're pained with the feeling their hearts will break again.

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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My saviour

Word count: 4.0K

Warnings: dark themes: abusive relationship, pregnancy. Hurt/comfort

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

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You had no idea how you managed to run away. Literally you had no idea. All you knew was that you had finally managed to run away from your abusive boyfriend, after he kept you locked in his apartment for days beating you up continuously and taking advantage of you whenever he wanted, almost as if you were an object, his little lab rat to play with.

With you being an rising actress, this thing in your relationship had to stay hidden. You didn’t have huge roles, you weren’t famous all you had were one liners in movies that didn’t have that much of a success, even if they were movies with actors from A24. Pretty damn good actors, at that. But well, the make up artists always did a good job covering up the bruises.

The thing is, now you were homeless, and you had no one, you didn’t have anyone that could help you in this fucked up situation. You didn’t have that much experience to become known at least in your city, and to get some help. Currently it was a bit after 1 am and you were walking around the street of a creepy Los Angeles, you were limping for how much he beat you up, your lip was busted and you had a black eye and a nosebleed. You just wanted to find some place to sleep, and you’d figure out what to do in the morning.

However you never found it because you were stopped, when a car pulled over next to you. You heard someone getting out of it but you kept walking on the street. “Hey, do you need help?” You heard a sweet voice speak behind you. You had your hood over your head trying to cover your face and bruises… the dark of the night helped way more. You tried to ignore the girl as you kept ignoring her, until she moved in front of you. “Hey… are you okay?” Just then did you see who she was. Jenna fucking Ortega, the girl playing Wednesday in that new famous series. However at the moment you had no interest in the matter. You briefly looked at her, soon averting her eyes but god did she look at you.

“I know you. You’re from A24 right?” What in the world, how did Jenna Ortega know who you were? “Uh… yeah” you said, your voice shaking from how weak and in pain you were. “You were with that guy who played the lead in the movie you were in” she said and you didn’t have the time to nod, because she spoke again. “Did he do this to you?” You nodded again and looked down. “Come with me” she said and took you by the wrist, making you flinch because you were in pain and dragging you to her car. “Where are we going?” You asked her, your voice low and soft. “I’m taking you to my place, my mom’s a nurse. I hate this stuff, I hate domestic abuse and if there’s some way I can help someone, I will, gladly”. You smiled softly at her words, now you saw why everyone liked her. She was sweet, she fights for the right causes and god isn’t she beautiful.

It wasn’t long until the two of you arrived at her place, the big-looking house had lights on and off, and her mother was already waiting for us at the front porch, a sign that Jenna had already texted her mother about your arrival. It took you some time to walk there, and when you were at the front door, Jenna’s mother came to you. “Oh dear,” she said, raising her hand to caress your cheek. You flinched at first, which caused Natalie to move her hand away but then you leaned in for the touch, a gesture that made the woman smile sadly. “Come inside, let me help patch you up” she said and brought you inside the house, everyone was pretty asleep, the only ones awake in the house were Jenna and her mother. “Sit down, I’m gonna take my med kit. Jen can you make her something warm?” The young girl immediately sprinted towards the kitchen, and you were left alone in the living room for a brief moment before Natalie came back with whatever she needed.

The woman kneeled down in front of you and started taking a cloth as she dampened it in water and disinfectant, gently moving your head with her hand. “He messed you up real good huh?” You nodded and she placed the cloth on your busted lip, it did sting a while but then it turned into pleasure. Jenna walked over and placed a cup of tea on the table next to where you were sitting “thank you” you said quietly. “Do you know who did this to her?” Natalie said and Jenna nodded, you could see she was pretty upset, I mean, who wouldn’t be? “Yeah I know who he is. I swear I’m gonna make sure he looses his job” “you didn’t reply in the matter, not wanting to bring up some unwanted memory and you just zoned out, letting them talk until they were finished.

“(Y/N)” Jenna called, but you were too busy trying to think of something else, not wanting to focus on your now ex and what he did to you. “(Y/N)” she called once again, moving her hand in front of your face, but you weren’t budging. “(Y/N)!” She called again, this time raising her voice and putting a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance state. “Huh?” You said and looked at Jenna. The girl looked at her mother with a look that you considered “worried”.

“You’re bleeding” she said again, and you looked at yourself, your pants were soaked in blood and it wasn’t stopping. You didn’t know how to react, you weren’t scared, you weren’t worried, you were just confused but before you could realize it you were in the family car being taken to the hospital. It didn’t take long for you to be admitted, with Natalie being a nurse in that same hospital, now you sort of had privileges. You weren’t in pain, you were actually pretty calm but just to be sure, a nurse decided it would be a good idea to give you an ultrasound.

“You almost lost your baby, honey. It’s good that now you’re safe” the nurse said, and you furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked, confused as hell. Baby? “Baby?” You said it out loud too, not believing what you had just heard. You weren’t pregnant. No, it couldn’t be… but when was the last time you had your period? You didn’t notice. “(Y/N), you didn’t know you were pregnant?” The nurse asked you, and you shook you head in shock not believing what you were hearing. “H-how… how far along am I?” The nurse looked at you with a sad smile, checking once again. “Judging on the size of the fetus I’d say that you’re entering the second trimester”

Fuck.

“T-that means that I ca- I can’t abort anymore. Right?” You were panicking. “I’m afraid that can’t be possible darling” Yep, you were definitely panicking. You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t deal with a baby. Not yet, not now. But on the other hand. You didn’t have any choice, did you? “Can we- can we leave? Please?” You looked both at Jenna and her mother, their eyes softening as they helped you off the bed and out of the hospital.

But when you got into the car, it hit you. “I can’t stay with you” you said, making the two women look at you. “I appreciate your help but with a baby-“ you shook your head. “It’s too much… I can’t ask you that” you said and you looked at Jenna the girl was looking at you with sad eyes, the look in them telling you a thousand things, yet you couldn’t even understand any of them. “Listen to me, dear” Natalie said, waiting for you to look at her and when you did, looking at her through the rearview mirror she began talking. “You have nowhere, no one to be with. We’re here to help, I’m a nurse, we have space in the house… trust me you won’t be a bother, okay? We want you and your baby to be okay and you certainly can’t go back to him. We’ll make sure he gets what he deserves”

———

You had to admit you didn’t expect all that support from Jenna and her family, you didn’t know them after all. But being with them, you learned a lot. You learned that your Ex was also Jenna’s ex and that he covered up a lot of bad things he did such as drug addiction and articles about him, just because he wanted to keep his reputation up high. So once you recovered fully, you and Jenna started working together on getting him arrested, you had a lot of evidence and so did she, so it was gonna be really easy.

Of course this brought the two of you to get incredibly closer, to the point where you’d watch movies together in the same room and fall asleep in the same bed, though with you always trying to keep some distance. You hated physical contact, and while Jenna loved it she always made sure to respect you and your spaces, knowing that you were scared of it, now it nearly burned you. You just couldn’t handle it and you were lucky that Jenna respected it.

The change in that came one day, when you had to go for the ultrasound to find out the gender. With Jenna’s help you learned to see the good sides of this pregnancy, you didn’t think of him anymore, you had started living out your life normally, you started booking roles, and Jenna’s manager was a huge help in that. Back to the ultrasound, you were now waiting for your turn, leg bouncing up and down and a hand on your baby bump. You had started feeling kicks recently, and this is one of those moments. “Is the baby kicking?” Jenna asked, seeing as you were gently caressing the bump. She had been coming with you to every doctor’s appointment and you were grateful to her for that. “Yeah… it feels weird” to said and looked at her. “Can I… can I feel it?” She asked.

Her question made you hesitate, you hated physical contact. Not because you didn’t like it, more because you were scared of it but she’s helped you so much, surely you could trust her… right? “Y-yeah” you said kind of nervously, you removed your hand and waited for her to place her own on your bump. Her touch was ever so delicate, her hand was so warm and soft and gentle, you had never felt this calm when someone was touching you. The baby kicked twice, right where her hand was and you saw a huge smile appear on her face and you had to be honest, it calmed you. Your eyes met for a couple seconds, god the feeling of safety she gave you. You were about to speak when the doctor came out.

“Miss (L/N)?” She called, and both you and Jenna recomposed before getting up and into the room, you laid on the bed and lifted your shirt. The cold gel was kind of soothing as you you looked at the monitor. “There it is” the doctor said smiling, turning the monitor for you to see. You could see the head and you could make out the arms and the little legs. “Would you like to hear the heartbeat while I figure out if you’re having a boy or a girl?” She asked and you looked at Jenna, before looking back at the monitor and nodding quickly “yes, yes please” the doctor nodded and turned on the audio, a fast heartbeat could be heard and you couldn’t help but smile “oh…” you teared up, looking at the monitor at the little baby moving its hands, while you had subconsciously took a hold of Jenna’s hand.

“Looks like you’re having a little girl!”

———

From that day on, you only grew closer with Jenna. You allowed her into your personal space and she treated you like a feather. Even when you cuddled, she always made sure you were comfortable with her, but how could you not be? She treated you like a princess. Her family treated you like their own, her mother always made sure you were taking your vitamins, giving you tips on how to do stuff the more your bump grew. Her sisters talked with you as if you were family, you enjoyed that, you loved that.

On this particular morning you had woken up with her by your side. The last thing you remembered from last night was watching a movie together, apparently you both fell asleep and didn’t notice. A few months ago you would have freaked out if someone was in your bed but now, not anymore. You looked at Jenna, scanned her face. God was she even more beautiful in the morning. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, mouth slightly ajar and the beautiful freckles sprawled on her nose and cheeks. You didn’t think you could have a crush on women but, here you were. You didn’t even notice when you moved a strand of hair off her face and behind her ear, letting your hand linger more than necessary on her cheek.

And that’s when she woke up. She stared at you with a small smile, blushing. And that’s when you realized. “Shit- I’m sorry” you said and immediately pulled your hand away, blushing and looking away as well. “No, don’t be sorry… I was enjoying it” she said softly as to not startle you “really?” You asked her, almost in a whisper as you looked at her in the eyes, she nodded softly and for a brief second you could swear you saw her looking at your lips. You nodded as well and placed your band back on her cheek. “You’re so pretty…” you whispered as you caressed her cheek. You blushed immediately after saying this and she blushed as well, the two of you giggling for a while, before going back to look at each other.

“Can I… kiss you?” She asked. No one was ever gentle enough to ask you to kiss you. No, people just assumed it was okay to do so without your consent. “Yeah…” you whispered and sheepishly nodded, you watched a smile appear on Jenna’s face before she leaned in to place the softest kiss on your lips, her lips were as soft as silk and god wasn’t she addicting. You felt as if your heart was going to explode in your chest, you were so happy right now. She was so careful, so gentle, and you felt so at peace around her. Unfortunately it was a short lived kiss, and she soon pulled back, however staying a few inches away from your face. She smiled softly and you did so too.

“I really like you, (Y/N)” she whispered, if you were smiling bright earlier, now your smile reached your ears and you pulled her down for one more kiss. She moved so she was slightly leaning over you and you could lay comfortably, while her hand gently found its place on your stomach, precisely on your baby bump. You sighed contently at the contact and placed your free hand on top of hers.

From that moment on, the two of you were a couple, and when you officially told her family, they already knew. They could sense the tension between the two of you and knew that sooner or later, you were going to end up together. You were never in a relationship this healthy and god was it good to live it. She talked about your daughter like her own, and it wasn’t rare that she’d talk to your bump, especially during your latest stages of pregnancy.

This was one of those days.

You were laying comfortably on your bed, and you had some back ache so Jenna made sure you had enough pillows around you, so you weren’t in any pain. She was laying next to you, a hand on your bump like always, tracing shapes on it and watching the baby’s reaction, which would be small kicks, but you were grunting because of your back ache so she decided to distract you a bit and she moved so she was facing your bump, hand still tracing shapes.

“Hello little one” she said in a cute voice, drawing your attention as you looked at her. “You know, your mama’s in a lot of pain and she really really wants to meet you… and so do I” she said and watched you giggle “I’m going to spoil you so much babygirl. I will buy you cute dresses, take you on sets and show you off to my friends… maybe we can take you to red carpets too! Your mama’s going to be with me anyway, right mama?” She asked you and you nodded happily, still smiling like an idiot and she placed kisses on your bump, where the baby was kicking, before coming up to kiss you very softly, like she always did.

“I love you” she said, for the first time since the two of you were officially a couple. You looked at her with heart eyes and a small smile before replying. “Really?” You asked her, only to watch her smile brighter. “Yes, I love you (Y/N)” she said and leaned down for another kiss, which you happily reciprocated “I love you too” you whispered.

It wasn’t too long after that you went into labor. You had agreed on doing a home birth, so that Jenna would nor be seen in public and followed by paparazzi, and well at least you had some peace. You hated hospitals anyways, so when they asked you this you happily agreed. Natalie was a nurse, and her best friend at the hospital was an OB so it was perfect for the occasion. You had medical attentions and all of that, so you and your babygirl were safe.

You had been having contractions the whole night and you couldn’t sleep. You had found a comfortable position on the bed, laying on your left side while Jenna was spooning you, hand on your bump while she sang to you trying to get you to feel better. Her mother was there, keeping track of your contractions and how close they were with one another. You weren’t much dilated yet, so with Jenna’s help you walked a bit around the house, some times stopping when you got the contractions. It took about 8 hours for you to get fully dilated and by then you were tired and in so much pain. The OB had arrived and was getting everything ready for you and the baby’s arrival, all while Jenna’s mother was filling the bathtub with warm water.

“Jen- I don’t think I can do this” you grunted in pain, all while taking your clothes off to get into the bath tub. “Yes, you can. love, look at me” she said and turned your face to look at her. “You got this. Okay? Your babygirl’s almost here, and then everything will be better” you nodded and almost immediately after that, you started pushing. God was it painful. You were squeezing Jenna’s hand so hard, you were sure it was gonna be bruised. After the second push, the head still wasn’t out and you were so tired. “Jen, it hurts” you said and a few tears escaped your eyes. “I know love, I know.” Jenna wanted to find another way to comfort you more, so she did something, that she actually saw on Grey’s anatomy.

Being fully dressed, she slid behind you inside the bath tub and wrapped her arms around you, being careful not to touch your stomach and kissed your forehead. “I’m here, my love. You’re okay.” This gave you a lot of confidence, and just in two more pushes, your little girl was out, and Jenna was right her cries made it worth everything.

Soon enough the little girl was placed in your arms and everything melted away. The pain, the exhaustion, it all went away the moment you met her eyes “hi babygirl” you nearly sobbed, Jenna looking at her from behind your shoulder “you did it my love… she’s gorgeous” she whispered and kissed your forehead once more. “How do you want to call her?” The OB asked, having to put it on the birth certificate. “Marie” you said without hesitation. “Marie (L/N)” Jenna looked at you both with love and surprise. “Babe, Marie is my middle name” she said and you nodded “I know… you saved my life, Jen. All this… is thanks to you” she smiled brightly and kissed you softly “god I love you so much”

———

Ever since your little girl was born, your life has been way much better. Marie was a sweet little angel, and Jenna took care of her almost as if she was her own daughter. You told her she didn’t have to give you this much help, but she wanted to. She wanted to take care of both you and your daughter, and you let her, of course. Almost every morning you’d find the two of them cuddling in your bed, Jenna would change her diapers, feed her, and do anything a mom does. Her family loved your daughter, and Jenna’s mother treated Marie like another niece. You and her were part of the family now.

Just like that, the first year of Marie’s life went by. In that period of time you had managed to shoot a couple movies, having gotten the roles thanks to Jenna’s help. No one except for your cast mates knew about you having a baby, but once you had gotten a bit more famous, you decided to hit to that with this instagram story.

“My two favorite babies <3”

Everyone tho knew about your relationship with Jenna. You didn’t make it public, but it was pretty obvious so the two of you didn’t mind posting pictures together. But the fact that you “might” have a baby (say might, because no one was sure yet) made this even more famous.

Sooner than you knew, Jenna was invited to the MET Gala, and she had invited you along. “Can we also bring Marie? Pretty pleaseeee” she basically begged, but how could you say no to that pretty face? Of course you had to agree.

The moment you stepped into the museum, everyone started cheering for the two, well, three of you. Your little girl was used to the loud noises so she was laughing and smiling at the cameras, you were sure that you would get a lot of pics form this gala. Yours and Marie’s dresses matched Jenna’s so every picture was going to look like a family picture and to be honest, none of you minded that.

Your little girl was now 1 and a half, she was walking and running around with you always making sure she didn’t get hurt and being hot on her trail. Then the cutest thing happened. Jenna was taking some photos alone, and you were standing not too far as you were being taken pictures with your daughter. Just as you placed her down once the photographers were satisfied, Marie saw Jenna and ran over, Making grabby hands at the young actress.

You mouthed an “I’m sorry” once Jenna looked at you, but she picked your daughter up and invited you over for some more pictures.

Yep, you were definitely going to enjoy this family pictures.

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 month

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Request: Okay, great! So, my request is with Dilf!Jake Sully x young human female reader. Said reader can be like 19 (since I’m turning 19 next month), if that’s too weird, feel free to age it up or leave it ambiguous. Anyways, the trope can be reader is Jake’s student. While he’s off on duty, he guides her through the forest and informs her about the traditions and all of the clan. Reader is pretty quiet and a virgin (pretty cliché).

Love love LOVE this idea aaaaa it's my specialty 🤭🤭

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Jake isn't really sure why he took on about teaching you. Maybe it's because you reminded him of his younger self in a way, unsure about hunting, a little clumsy with your arrows...it was endearing to him.

So, he became your mentor. He'd teach you to hunt, to tread through the forest lightly, to follow trails and the smallest of signs of life.

He's been at it for a few weeks and he's grown quite fond of your soft, shy personality. Your sweet smiles and gentle looks. And every time he sees you, his heart starts fluttering.

He starts spending time with you out of training, taking you around the forest and just talking, telling you about his life, asking you about yourself. You're always a little shy, a little quiet. But never unkind.

One day, as he walks with you through the forest in his spare time, he's talking about marriages. And the question falls out of his lips before he can stop it. “Have you thought of who you wish to mate with?”

Your cheeks blush softly, your eyes quickly avoiding his. “No,” you say, but he can sense that you're lying.

He chuckles softly and nudges your shoulder with his geny. “C'mon kid, don't be shy. You can trust me.”

You shake your head. “I can't...I can't tell you.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “I swear I won't tell,” he teases, moving to stand in front of you, preventing you from walking any further. “Come on. Who is it?”

“Someone who would never want me back, I think,” you admit, shrugging.

Jake frowns. “What kind of lunatic would not want you?” He gently taps the tip of your nose. “Just tell me. I won't judge. I swear.”

You exhale sharply. “I...” You close your eyes and quietly say, “You.”

Jake isn't sure he heard you right. He stares at you, blinking in shock for a moment. “What?”

“I...I like you,” you say softly, blushing as you avoid his gaze.

“I-I'm...almost twice your age,” he stutters. You're so young, so beautiful. You could choose anyone. Why him? His heart is racing, his ears perked up, his tail swishing eagerly.

You blush. “I...I know,” you say softly. “I just...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—”

He cuts you off. “Don't apologize, girl,” he says. “Just...” He sighs. Is this okay? Is he going to hell for what he's about to do?

Your blushing increases and you glance at the floor. “I think I should go now,” you say softly.

You turn around and start walking away. But then he grabs your hand and spins you to face him. “Can't you tell?” he asks. “Can't you tell I like you too? That I have struggled with it?”

Your eyes, your big doe eyes stare up at him, confused. Your soft lips part slightly and he just wants to fucking kiss you.

“Kid, I like like you. If I could...” He trails off, falls silent.

If I could? he asks himself. And why can't I? Who's going to stop me?

You open your mouth to speak, something, anything, but he grabs your chin in his hand gently and you find yourself speechless. He angles your face upwards and leans down to kiss you.

His lips are soft, kind, careful. Almost as if he were scared of hurting you.

He tests the waters, feeling how you react. When you lean into him, a soft gasp leaving your lips, he groans and kisses you harder.

He pulls you closer, his huge hands grabbing onto your hips and pulling them against his.

Your hands rest on his chest and you can feel his heart racing beneath your palm.

He tries to control himself, he really does. But his body reacts without him wanting it to. Next thing he knows, his hard cock is pressing against his loincloth and rubbing against your thigh.

When you move a little closer to him, your thigh grazes his cock and he groans.

You pull away a little, eyes wide. “Are you okay?” you ask him, a little nervous. “Did I do something wrong?”

In a thick, raspy voice, he replies, “No, sweet, you didn't do anything wrong.” His hands move to your ass and squeeze softly. “Quite the opposite.”

“Are you sure? I...does this hurt?” you ask him, glancing down at his tented loincloth.

He chuckles. "No, princess, it doesn't hurt.”

You blink. “Then why is it...?” You trail off and blush.

He smiles at your innocence. “Hard?” he finishes for you.

You nod in response and he chuckles.

“Because I'm attracted to you,” he explains. “It's just my body's reaction to you.”

Your eyes grow curious, those pretty eyelashes of yours making Jake imagine what you would look like crying a little as you suck his cock. “Can I...Can I touch it?” you ask and Jake almost loses it.

“If you want,” he nods, removing his loincloth.

You gently trace your fingers over his hard cock, moving to the bulbous head, teasing it. Jake inhales sharply.

You can't take your eyes off his face, off his reaction. He throws his head back and butterflies explode in your stomach. He seems to be enjoying himself so much and you are making him feel this way.

“Sweetheart,” he says breathlessly after a moment, “can you lay down on your back for me?”

“What for?” you ask, curious.

“So I can make you mine.”

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ellmeria · 2 years

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𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕀

The following observations are some of the things I have noticed in people around me. They may or may not resonate with you as we have to consider the entire chart for precise and accurate insights.

↪Parents who have their personal planets in their child/children's 6th House may become too strict and controlling. Parents are naturally strict, but with these placements, they can go further. It is because the 6th House is very critical, and it rules health and daily routines. They are the types to ask their child/children, “Why aren't you sleeping yet?” at 9 PM while giving you one of those intimidating stares.

↪Mercury-Jupiter harsh aspects in the natal chart indicate having strong opinions on things such as politics, law, and religion. And because these areas are sensitive, they are more prone to heated arguments. (Harsh aspects are conjunction, square, and opposition)

↪I know a lot of Cancer Sun women who got pregnant at an early age. They were not underaged when it happened, but the timing was considered “early” by most people. Cancer rules the 4th House of motherhood. That said, most of them are nurturing mothers and take good care of their babies despite having them at that age.

↪Mercury Square Mars in synastry may indicate lots and lots of fighting. In conflicts (which can happen most of the time), the mercury person may hurt the mars person verbally. And the mars person may hurt the mercury person physically.

↪We all know that Aries Venus natives may be direct, impatient, and easily become bored in love. But if the native also has major Taurus placements, they may become willing to take it slow and even cause them to be attached easily. I think of them as people who fall in love quickly but fall out of love slowly.

↪The most emotionally intelligent person I know was a Pisces Sun. It is not surprising knowing that they have great intuition. But on top of that, they are also observant. My former teacher has this. I remember I was constantly looking after my friend in class because she was uncomfortable. I was sure I was doing that subtly, but he still noticed. He approached my friend after that and asked her if she was okay. I was like, how did you know, sir? Also, most of them maintain a strong facade, so it surprises me to see how they care deep inside. Min Yoongi of BTS also has this, and he is exactly like that. Angels.

↪Pisces and Aquarius in the Big 3 make for someone who can do beautiful digital edits. It can be anything, video edits, PowerPoint edits, etc. It is because the creativity of the Pisces is working together with the Aquarius' interest in technology. Bonus points if they also have Venusian placements. (Additional eye for aesthetics)

↪Jupiter in fixed signs or houses may indicate someone who has firm beliefs, morals, and principles, regardless if they are good or bad. Despite that, they do not shove their beliefs on other people. It is more within themselves. On the other hand, if you try to push YOURS on them...

↪Adding to that (^), parents or guardians must raise these children with good morals. They will stand by that principle throughout their lives, so please teach them well. (It applies to all, but I want to emphasize it in this placement following the observation above)

↪Water Risings look so good while sweating? It may sound weird, but they flourish more with it. Like, the features of their face are becoming more evident? I don't know how to explain it.

↪I have seen observations here stating that the 4th House synastry is so comfortable because you will feel at home with that person. In my opinion, it may not always be good. Since the 4th House rules the home, it depends on what kind of family you grew up with. If someone has traumas due to their family, dating someone who has placements in their 4th House may only remind them of these traumas. In that case, the sense of familiarity will not bring them comfort but a reminiscence of their bad experiences.

↪Sagittariuses are my favorite mentors. They are truly gifted with the power of teaching: intelligent, funny, inspiring, and direct to the point. And because this sign is mutable, they know how to deal with various kinds of students. They make the learning experience fun and exciting. Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen is a great example.

↪Also, Sagittarius Suns or Risings give off the vibes of someone respectable, even if they do not have influential jobs, positions, whatsoever. They look like someone you must look up to. I think it is because Sagittarius rules the 9th House of teaching. And teachers are influential people.

↪Tauruses are not only picky with food. They are picky with people and things in general: circle of friends, romantic partners, scents, clothes, places, anything. They like things of VALUE.

↪I have noticed that Mars in the 12th House does not know how to express their anger, especially in front of a crowd. They often doubt if the reason behind their anger is enough for them to react that way, so they reflect on it deeply. They seem lost and awkward when they are upset with something or someone.

↪Fixed dominants tend to leave their mark on the world because they are more likely to stick to one specific approach to something. For instance, a fixed dominant may stick to one particular genre in writing. Soon, because of a lot of practice, they will be known as someone who writes that genre. That will be their trademark. Another example is when a fixed dominant sticks to one particular aesthetic, people will recognize them through that aesthetic because they somehow correlate it with them.

“𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦; 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘦?” – 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘨𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘺

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Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family… and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions… let alone about the wedding…

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Warnings: 18+ smut below the cut.

Word Count: 5.5K

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“And then she started to scream: ‘This is the dress! This is the dress!” Aegon gossiped. Tyland Lannister was paying attention to him with his face in shock, and Aemond regretted two things: Telling Aegon about what happened in the dress fitting and bringing him to so important lunch. His older brother was about his four glass of wine and they hadn´t even ordered the food. They were at the terrace in the Hightower´s Hotel at King’s Landing. Their grandfather, Otto, was the owner of that luxury hotel chain. If they were going to talk about business, they felt more comfortable in their domains. It was a good sunny day of spring, almost perfect if not for the sun that was bothering Aemond´s eye. Without any single word, one of the waiters went to their table and opened a big parasol to stop the sunlight that was annoying him. He continue reading the menu, however, he knew he would ask the same as usual. Life was easy, at least in that moment, Aemond felt that it was easy. Aegon was still laughing “Tell to him, Aemond” he asked to his younger brother.

The one-eye man just closed the menu with a sigh, leaving the card on the table. A fast waitress approached to them: “Do the gentlemen know what they are going to order for lunch?” She was a young girl, almost pretty. Aegon had to be drunk because he gazed her like if she was the cuttest girl in westeros.

“A beef steak, rare. Bring one salad to accompanied it, and water” Aemond commanded without looking the poor girl. His stoic face scared her as much as the scar did. He looked to his brother who was still gazing to the waitress who was taking note of the rest of the commands on that table.

“You are not in the menu?” Aegon wincked his eye, while the waitress gave a stupid laugh, like if she was enjoying that poor flirt. Aemond raised his eyebrow so tired of him.

“I´m afraid not, sir” she replied him.

“What a pity!” He muttered with a charming smile. The girl has gone when he shouted: “And bring more wine! We are thirsty!”

“Enough wine for today” Aemond replied him.

“Aemond, you didn’t tell Tyland what happened at the dress fitting of Jace´s fiancée” he laughed, visibly drunk. “That girl must be a wild beast” he joked. Tyland looked at Aemond, waiting for the confirmation of his brother´s words.

“It wasn’t as tremendous as Aegon is relating you” Aemond shrugged “She was just upset. She is a regular girl, a pretty one, not a beautiful one” he lied. He had to be cold, stoic and indifferent.

“I'm honestly worried. If a woman like that is going to marry the person who is running the company right now, you will tell me how it can end this” the Lannister replied with a sign of concern in his face “Right now, we are steady over again. After the new contract with The Stark Company, we are not in red numbers again. But you know that this is not going to last forever”

Of course, he knew it. Aemond Targaryen was the Chief Operating Officer of Targaryen Co. He was the company's second in command, second only to Jace. His nephew was the CEO. Aemond was in charge of the company's day-to-day operations. And although he himself had to report to Jace everything that happened, his secretary was in charge of that request. They were dedicated to the transport of merchandise both nationally and internationally, among other activities. They had several fleets of planes, named like the dragons that their ancestors were supposed to have had, and a whole maritime fleet, inherited from the merger with Velarion Inc., after her sister had married the heir of the same and she would have had those "children" so similar to their father.

“We are out of Wine!” Aegon muttered while he served to himself another glass. Aemond ignored him. His older brother was only the “Community Manager Assistant” of the company. He wasn't even the community manager himself, although he was paid more than the other. He went to the meetings because he had to go, but he couldn't care less as long as he didn't lose his luxuries.

“The Stark Company now is one of the most powerful on the market. We are going to take care of the transport of the minerals that are extracted from the north, but the problem is not this” Aemond remarked, taking a little sip of his glass.

“Dragons and Wolfs have never worked well together. It gets too much drama” Tyland said.

“And what we are going to do?” Aegon was wondering, shaking the empty wine bottle, trying to find another drop.

“You are the graduate in business management, so surprise me” Aemond replied terrible upset, taking the bottle from his hands and giving it to the waitress again, without getting up from his seat. Aemond was really tired of him. Aegon had been supposed to have Aemond´s position at the company. He had studied a degree in Philosophy and History, and had dreamed of being a professor at a good university, but had left everything behind for his family and the company. The first thing was the responsibilities and the duty, although now he was not rewarding. “We must to find other opportunities, because this alliance with the Starks is not going to work”.

They continued talking about the situation and having lunch. However, when they were about to finish. Aemond received a message on his phone. Aegon and Tyland were still talking, and Aemond checked his phone. A message from Alys. He opened it. ‘I'm in town tonight. See you where always?’ she texted him. He thought for a moment if it was correct meeting Alys now you were in his life… But, What? You weren’t his girlfriend nor his lover. He was losing his head for you. Maybe, all that he needed was sleeping with other woman. Alys was after all his friend with benefits. They had great sex together. So, why not? ‘It will be a pleasure’ He replied. ‘At 20:00? :)’ She asked. ‘OK’ he replied. So, he had plans for that night too.

You were looking at the ground. That precious morning seemed anything but precious to you. The night before had not gone as you expected and the last thing you wanted was to go see flowers for the wedding. You were sick of the wedding by now, yet there you were. With Rhaenyra and Jace, and your grandmother of course, because as your boyfriend used to say, how could you leave her out of something so important in your life? Nana, the affectionate nickname you had given her as a child, was clinging to Jace's arm. They both were looking at the flowers enthusiastically. The plant nursery was huge, but you began to feel overwhelmed by the sensation of heat that was in there.

“We have a wide variety of flowers, In what did the couple think?” one of the works of that place was there to help you to find the flowers for that ‘must be’ perfect day. You yawned. You had been up all night without sleep. You couldn't stop thinking. And what were you thinking? It was shorter to ask what you weren't thinking about.Without a doubt, something that did not concern you at all was the subject of the wedding.

“I was thinking in roses. Red roses” your grandmother claimed. And you rolled your eyes. Yeah, sure. She wanted roses… Sometimes, you thought that she was the one that truly was to marry Jace, not you. Jace only smiled at her response. He was the boy which all decent girls dreamt about. You sighed, but only Rhaenyra noticed. She looked at you, her face full of worry.

“We can take a look to the roses, of course” Jace replied to her, and she squeezed his hand.

“A really truly gentleman” she said, so proud. He was a gentleman, a fucking gentleman who wasn’t able to fuck you as you deserved… Shit. What was happening with you? Before, you would have smiled at the scene. And you would have replied that the roses were a good option.

Rhaenyra seemed to see your mental breakdown and spoke quickly “We are not asking to the bride” she smiled, caressing your shoulder, taking care of you like if you were a little girl. You really appreciated it. If your boyfriend wasn´t there for you, at least you have her. “Which flowers do you like for the bouquet, (Y/N)?” she asked, still caressing your shoulder.

“I´m thinking in… stargaze lilys” you replied. Before the last weekend, those were the flowers that you wanted for your wedding. But, well, you weren’t sure at the moment.

“They are spectacular flowers” Your future mother-in-law replied. You were on the brink of tears. Why was that happening to you? Why did you have to know Aemond? Why did you sleep with him?

“No. You got away with that hideous dress. We are not going to use such ordinary flowers. By the seven!” Your grandmother woke you up from your thoughts. “I´m going to pay the flowers, so I will decide the flowers” she sentenced.

You looked at Jace, seeking his help in this matter. And he only shrugged. ‘She is an old person, we have take care of her, you know how she is’. You could imagined what he was thinking.

“Explain me, then what I´m doing here?” you exploded, all the eyes there looking at you. “I have a lot of work, I have to write… Explain me! Do you need me here?” You crossed your arms in your chest. That was the waiting explosion, like the dam of a river that burst. The last night, you didn’t resolve your inner conflict, the last afternoon you had to met Aemond… and now this…

“Of course, we need you, Honey” Your grandmother replied, without letting go of Jace's arm “You are the bride and you will choose which roses do you want”

“Really?” You snorted. This was so…

“I decided you were going to keep the dress because Alicent's son said you looked very pretty, but I still find it hideous. On the subject of flowers...” Your grandmother started to say, but in that moment, Jace cut out her speech.

“Sorry? I´m lost, Which son of Alicent told what?” Jace asked, looking at you so confused. She just looked at him as well, but you aparted your gaze quickly. You didn’t want to discuss with him.

“Aemond went to the dress fitting, Jace. He picked up Alicent, that’s all” Rhaenyra replied, and her son just looked like devastated, like if the same death would have gone to your dress fitting. Jace didn’t hate Aemond, He wasn’t able to hate nobody, but he really detested him. The only thougth that he could see you in your dress wedding really got him angry. And, what about Aemond saying that you were pretty…

“(Y/N), I asked you about the dress fitting, and you said: ‘Normal’. You didn’t tell me that he was there…” He was so upset. He wasn’t really angry, he knew how to control himself, but you had never seen him like this before “Well, I think that his presence is not just ‘Normal’”

“I didn't even know he existed and now you ask me to inform you that it was there. What did I know, Jace?” You said through your teeth, trying to stay calm. What was happening? You had never discossed with him. Never. The both of you always remained in perfect synchrony.

“That guy does nothing but piss me off. He's an…” Jace was going to insult him, but he stopped his words. You cognized him, he couldn´t insult nobody. He was too correct for that, perfect. And, in a second, you hated him for being so truly perfect, not like you.

“And is it my fault that you haven't even mentioned him to me? I didn’t even know about his existence” You shouted. Things were getting too much wrong.

“I asked you, and you didn’t even mention him” He repeated again. The situation started to seemed like a broken record. And you started to be tired of everything.

“I need fresh air” You proclaimed. It sounded like a statement.

“Honey, don’t be so silly!” Your grandmother tried to calm you. But, he was part of the problem. You were tired.

“No, I need fresh air” You announced again, and you leave the plant nursery. You needed to remain calm for, at least, one moment.

You were sitting on a bench outside the store for what seemed like an eternity, because it really was. Your grandmother was choosing the flowers for your wedding. It was going to be quite a lady's wedding, at least in her idea of what a lady was. Your disappointment and your feelings seemed to matter rather less. At that moment. For the first time since you'd met Aemond, you stopped to think. Why did you continue with this? I wasn't making you happy. You had never wanted to get married until you met Jace. A sweet boy who had made you change your mind, but now you questioned if you really loved him. Maybe it was...

"Hey," you heard Jace whisper to you. He was sitting next to you on the bench and you hadn't even noticed his presence. You were so deep in thought. You didn't even look at him, perhaps you were looking for the strength to tell him that... "Your grandmother chose red roses, quite pretty, I came to ask you if it was okay with you."

“Does it matter at all what I can or cannot say?” you shrugged, ready to argue again when the time came. You were just tired.

"I think not, you know how it is" she laughed, narrowing her eyes, and for the first time since she had returned from the trip, you laughed with him. How long has it been since you laughed with him? But, at that moment you looked into her eyes. They were lit, like a puppy's gaze. It was so cute to see him like this, so in love even when you were angry.

"This thing about flowers is bullshit" you told him with a sad smile. Your gaze fixed on his. For a moment, you felt like when you started dating him. Totally understood, full…

"I have an idea" he smiled at you and you responded with your gaze fixed on him, attentive to his words "Tonight. You and me alone. At La Chapelle. Table for 2, at 20:00. How about?"

"That's not bad" you replied with a smile, biting your lower lip. Yeah, that was going to be a great night. Things would work out. Something inside you told you.

"Not bad" he said "I know we're stressed, that things are difficult lately" You looked away, but he stroked your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes locked on his. "But huh? We are a team, remember?"

“Jace...” You were going to confess everything, you couldn't take it anymore. He was too nice a guy for you. Deemon was right.

“Just let him get away with it, what does it matter? The important thing is that we're getting married, the rest doesn't matter” He smiled at you and you kissed him again, but no, damn. You wanted those flowers. You wanted that dress. And you were tired of him being such a nice guy, unable to stick up for you over something so silly. You got the impression that he was very accommodating to everyone except you. I only expected you to be as accommodating as he was. And you were tired, but you didn't answer. You just let it go, like with everything. Just letting it go.

“I'm gonna have to start charging you rent” You heard Daemon´s voice after you. You rose your eye from the white document of your computer screen. Maybe, you didn´t expect any type of annoyance in your office desk at the job. You didn’t expect his visit “What are you doing at the office one Saturday afternoon? I know that you are workaholic, but seriously, you need a dog” He joked while he was approaching to his table too.

“Well, Caraxes is a loyal dog, and you are here as well as me” You returned the joked, and he only laughed at your occurrence. Your stare came again to the screen, while a smile appeared in your lips.

“I guess that the both of us are here for the same reason” he dropped his body into his desk chair. He set his eyes on you, his lips in a mischievous smile. Yeah, he started to catch you after three years working together.

You looked at him again, without understanding anything I was saying to you. You stopped trying to write. It wouldn't work if Daemon was there.

“The both of us want to escape from our reality” he claimed, leading his body against the chair. The squeezing ball again in his hand. You stared him. Why he had to know you so well, however, you only replied a simply statement.

“I´m trying to write, if not, I wiil not send you nothing tomorrow” you declared with a stressful sigh.

“Yeah, I also told Rhaenyra that I had to work this afternoon. A very important book is what we have in our hands” he stated without looking at you. That devilish smile. You didn’t understand why Rhaenyra still believed him, but maybe that was part of his charming.

“Yes, a great book” You replied, following his game, nodding your head. You both exploded into a complicit laugh. He was really surprise about how much you had changed in the last days. In other times, you had would scolded him, and now you were laughing with him. “I´m not capable of writing, an any single sentence. Nothing” you confessed to him, your cheeks burning.

“The muses are elusive lovers. They will be back” he explained to you. After all, he was a publisher, he understood about what he was talking. “But, you are not here to catch muses”. It wasn’t a question, it was a truth. “I heard about what happened in your dress fitting and about the issue with the flowers” he smiled. Another squeeze. In that moment, you felt like that stupid ball.

“I'm going to explode if someone talks to me again about the wedding” you confessed in a whisper. You had come to the office, looking for being alone. You really need it after the last days.

“Because, you don´t want to marry Jace” he said, his eyes fixed on you again “I must be the only one who realizes this. You are like me. You are like the wind. And the wind cannot be trapped” He defined the situation and you rolled your eyes.

“Daemon, you are married. Someone can caught the wind” you declared, your gaze again in the white document.

“Rhaenyra is a Dragon. I´m a dragon too” he was about to explain you, when you talked again.

“I thought you were wind” you smiled. Not now, please, you needed a friend, not a sermon, but maybe that's what real friends do, give sermons looking for the best for the person they love.

“We are together because she needs me for flying, I need her for remaining on the ground” he analyzed. It wasn’t the first time that he thought about his relationship. “Jace is not wind, he is not going to help you to fly as you deserve and need. He likes simple things: a house, two kids, one dog… a complacent girl” he sighed, like if wanted to speak about that with you, he really needed. “You are not a complacent girl anymore, (Y/N). I don’t know what happened last weekend, I don’t want either, but you have changed”

“Everything is fine” you tried to sound convincing, but you failed. Those days you didn’t sound like your old you.

“No, it´s not” he whispered to you, approaching to you, just to cleaned a tear that was running down your cheek with his thumb.

“I just want the things come back to normal. I really need it” you sobbed “I just want to do what is expecting from me” you remained, crying in silence. Daemon didn´t say another word. He could understand what was happening. He only hopped that you realize too, before it would be too late.

“And this is my uncle Aegon, who is the 'Community Manager Assistant.'” Jace selected another photo from the company's website on his phone. He wanted to introduce you to all the family he hadn't told you about before. It was a way to make amends and prepare you for what awaited you at the next family meal. "He is the oldest of all my uncles"

"And what does a 'Community Manager Assistant' do?" you asked as you looked at the phone screen, sitting next to Jace in that very expensive restaurant. He smiled at your curiosity.

"Well, he does a lot of important things on social media, but in Aegon's case I don't think he makes any of it" he laughed defeated. You smiled at him. It was the closest he was going to get in his life to insulting someone.

"So, you have four uncles you've never told me about before," you sighed. You looked at him with a look that was trying to be complacent. That was what Jace needed, a willing girl. That was what you were going to be.

“If he went for me, you wouldn't know anyone. It's not a part of my family that I feel comfortable with. I understand that my mother and Alicent are trying to fix things with this wedding thing, but it's something we've tried before and it's never worked” I confess, jaded and exhausted by the situation, ashe put away his phone.

"You work with them, so sooner or later I would have to meet them, right?" you shrugged and smiled charmingly at him. That was what you had to be again. Conformist. You were on the right track, was what your head was whispering to you at that moment.

“It's just that I know Aemond. I'm surprised he didn't make fun of you when he saw you in the dress” she cocked her head, trying to figure out what that moment had been like. You felt your cheeks burn slightly.

In that exactly moment, one waiter of the restaurant came with the first dishes that you have already order. For your surprise, it wasn’t the food that you ordered before. Jace realized your discomfort and he whispered to you: “What´s the problem?”

“This is not the dish that I´ve ordened” you replied in a lower tone.

“Oh, don’t you worry. I´m sure that it taste good too” he smiled. And you only sighed in distress. Why would you complain? You weren't going to get anything. You grinned again and began to eat. Jace was talking about his job again when you perceived who was having a date two tables further from where you were. And then, your stomach was closed and you coughed really high.

“I have to go to the bathroom” you muttered, rising really fast from your chair. Jace only looked at you worried.

“And then we will travel to the summer islands” Alys blinked fast at Aemond, looking at him with a sensual smile and a really sparkling eyes. Her red lips drinking through a straw her cocktail. Alys was everything he'd ever wanted, until she married a man richer than him. At that moment, he had realized that perhaps it had been more a feverish desire than a reality. Alys was beautiful, sassy, a couple of years older than him, and his first high school sweetheart. But it was all over the moment she had left him for something better. Yet they were still hooked on each other. They were friends with benefits. When she was in king's landing they would meet and fuck. That was their whole relationship in those days.

“I´m really glad that the things with your husband are working again” he sneered. His disdain for the situation was only increased. He was hoping to finish the dinner as soon as possible to just… squeeze Alys against the nearest surface and then finishing what they started as usually.

“Oh, Aemond, are you jealous?” she wondering to him, caressing his hand with her long nails, teasing him. That had being her play, to make him jealous and possessive about her. “You know that if he knew how to eat pussy like you, I wouldn't be here”.

“A stunning revelation” he smirked ironicaly. He took a sip from his glass of wine, while Alys was caressing his hand.

“I guess that we will sleep together tonight, no?” she flirted with him, her huge breast in his sight. He curled one corner of his lips.

“Dinner would be very expensive for myself if we weren't going to fuck afterwards” he told her in a suggestive whisper. Like a whore, this was how Alys liked to be treated, and he hadn't known much more ways to flirt than that. She just giggled like a little child, and then Aemond saw a woman shape that he knew perfectly. And then, his mind stopped thinking on Alys.

You refreshed you face at the bathroom. It was okay. Everything was fine. The both of you were adults. It was an only-one night affair, as a lot of people do. Yes that was all. You weren’t jealous because he was with another woman. You weren’t jealous, jealous, jealous… jealousy is for other kind of relationships. You were going to have the best night of your life with Jace, and Aemond would become past. Yeah, that was the attitude. You painted your lips again, you were going to leave the bathroom with a lustful smile for your boyfriend and you would ignore Aemond so hard…

You left the bathroom, and you felt how a man pulled you against the wall of the corridor, far from any look. You recognized his scent, you recognized his grip. Her hands on your hips, caressing them, grabbing them... he really coveted you like no one else in your life would. You felt how the blood rose to your cheeks, and how the heat was concentrated in the least indicated part of your body. His face, with his lips parted, in the shadows of the hallway. His long hair... would never cease to fascinate you. You wanted to see him without that patch, you wanted to feel that lips on your...

“I really wish you have a good night. I hope tonight he would manage to erase me from your mind, hmm” he whispered in your ear. His husky voice. His warm breath against your skin. You heard how his lips were moistened, how he breathed your essence. And you felt that strange feeling in your stomach that Jace didn't give you. At that moment, you wanted him to turn you around and press you against the wall, to pull up your dress and unzip his fly, to show you how guys like him made it.

You pushed him away with what little sanity you had left. You noticed her lips curled into a sneer, smiling at your reaction, as if she knew you were soaked. He literally drove you crazy. That enough smile, that look that devoured you in silence... the place where he had grabbed you by the hips now burned with an indescribable sensation. Aemond Targaryen was simply fire, a passion unleashed that had nothing to do with Jace.

You raised your face and approached him again, in a behavior that you had never had before. You brought your lips closer to his. Your mouth was so close to his that you thought she could kiss you at any moment, but you just opened it defiantly and full of lust and whispered to him as he did to you: "I hope she manages to erase me too out of your head." he simply smiled, showing his teeth. At that moment you thought that he had the most beautiful smile in the world.

"My little slut is now a daring woman" he replied. You looked down and you could see that he had his cock tough. It pressed hard against his pants and you could only let out a daring giggle. "I have to show you your place, Hmm?” he whispered, and in that moment, you realized that if you asked him, he would undoubtedly fuck you against the bathroom wall again.

"Good night, Aemond" you replied pulling away from him, waddling for him. What was happening to you? You weren't like that and you regretted it again the moment you saw Jace. His eyes expectant for you. You felt like a terrible piece of shit.

"Finally home," Jace chuckled softly, "I promise I can't wait for the day we live together and…" You silenced him with a kiss. His innocent lips met yours that devoured him as if they hadn't been together for months. At the end of the kiss, you smiled at him, grabbing his hand, looking at him askance. You directed him towards your bed and he couldn't be more shocked, but happy, by this change.

Alys was directing him towards the room of that expensive hotel. Her fingers entwined with Aemond's, as if they were a newly enamored couple. She glanced at him. Those red lips so pretty between open. Those eyes that devoured him in silence. Aemond was more than willing. A bulge pressing against his pants.

Arriving in the bedroom, Jace kissed you again, sweet, soft, savoring every moment your lips met. You smiled mischievously after each kiss. You were ready to have the best night of your life. You sat him on the bed to his surprise and you knelt in front of him. Jace swallowed, as if this was the last thing he expected. You bit your bottom lip as you slowly unbuttoned his pants. You watched with excitement as he closed his eyes at the same moment that you gently grabbed his cock. “Fuck…” he whispered, and you smiled at yourself. In the end, he did know how to insult. But the greatest spectacle was when your tongue found itself on his glans, licking the precum slowly... gently...

Aemond slammed the bedroom door shut. He watched as Alys took off her dress, completely, but that wasn't what he wanted at the moment. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. His cock bounced against his stomach in a painful motion, hissing as it met the air. He grabbed Alys by her hair and he made her kneel before him. His mouth did know what to do... and yet, it wasn't her lips they were thinking about while she sucked him off. He didn't stare at Alys, only at the wall in front of him. His scowl completely frowned at her as he set the pace by holding back her hair. He knew how he liked things.

You knocked Jace down on the bed and climbed on top of it. His cock entered easily on top of you, you were drenched just for him. His violet gaze fixed on you. His strong hands pinching your nipples as you ride him in circular motions... you were going to remember this night forever... Aemond and you... alone at last...

Aemond threw Alys against the bed. She gave a gleeful laugh just as he turned her around. He placed her on all fours and entered her. That night he didn't want to see her face. He was being selfish. He ran one of her hands along the line of her back, while the other held her hips... he thought about how beautiful the line of your back was... it truly fascinated him... her hips collided quickly... he wasn't going to last…

Jace couldn't take it anymore and just cumed, eyes closed and holding your hips tight. Your name was whispered with a sweet smile...

A low growl, a name he couldn't remember saying, and Aemond had finally cumed inside Alys. Her pussy tightening around his cock. The breaths of both mismatched. The warmth of their bodies had turned into sticky sweat. The heat of the moment had faded. He felt released, he felt relieved, he felt…empty.

Jace hugged you against his bare chest, and you settled back against him with a smile. "I'm going to have to go on a bussines trip more often" he groaned, gasping for air, trying to recover. you laughed "What has changed?" he whispered with a smile, stroking your hair. And then, you realized you weren't with Aemond. And what had changed? All. Everything had just changed, you hugged Jace's chest. You tried to convince yourself that you had only thought of him.

Alys looked at him with cold eyes, completely taken aback by what had happened: “Who is (Y/N)?” She looked at him accusingly, as if she had never expected Aemond to think of a woman other than her. Aemond didn't answer, just looked away and fell back on the bed, weary. He had made love to you through her.

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notinthislife50 · 10 months

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Chapter 15

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You bounced off the bed when Friday informed you that Steve and Bucky were back and just in debriefing.

You toyed with the idea of sneaking down and going to see them and you finally plucked up the courage. Wearing a baseball cap and glasses and tucking your hair in you made your way down to them, hoping no one would recognise you.

“What’s all this?” you asked Maria, hiding behind her.

“What are you doing down here, your going to be seen?” She hissed.

“I’m in disguise,” you smirked.

“You three are disgustingly cute” she whispered “New interns get to come debriefing” She shrugged “It’s a bit boring and a bit pathetic when you see how some of them get on.”

You stood at the back and looked proudly at the two men. You saw a woman approach with a large stack of files. She softly touched Steve’s arm.

“I need you to sign these off Captain,” she smiled widely at him, you weren’t too worried but when he smiled up at her, he winked at her you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

A few girls in front of you giggled “What wouldn’t I give to get a bit of that,” you listened to the girls on what they would do them or what they would let the boys do to them in return.

“I will never know how they are still single” someone whispered.

And that's when it dawned on you, were you stopping the two men from having a proper relationship, one where they could walk hand in hand down the street or go on dates.

An older lady clicked at them ordering to get the men whatever refreshments they needed.

When the girls came back with water you watched as they approached Steve and Bucky with big grins on their faces.

“I'm Clare,” one of the girls said to Steve “I put my number on the label.”

“Thank you sweet heart” Steve smiled at her.

Then he looked up and caught Maria’s eye, He looked at her confused when he saw the horrified look on her face. Then he caught the slightest glimpse of you behind her and his smile dropped. Disguise or not he would always recognise you. You walked out of the room and made your way to the bedroom locking the door behind you.

A while later, you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey Y/N it’s Steve and Bucky, are you okay?” They shouted through your bedroom door.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just tired. I’ll talk to you both in the morning” you replied trying not to sound hurt.

“Y/N please we just want to make sure you’re okay. Can you let us in?” they begged.

“Steven, James I’m fine I’m just going to head to bed, I’m good” hoping you could convince them to leave. Steven, why did you call him that, was it because you were actually annoyed with him?

“Y/N” Steve sounded serious “You can open the door now yourself or I will get Friday to open it automatically.”

“You can do that?” You questioned quietly.

“If I think you’re in danger I can” he stated.

You threw the door open,

“You know Rogers this can be seen as manipulation, something I’m very, VERY experienced in” You folded your arms looking angry.

Steve looked at you and instantly felt guilty.

“That wasn’t my intention Y/N, genuinely I just wanted to make sure you were okay and we wanted to explain what you saw,” he said, sounding sad he had hurt you. It really wasn’t what he had intended.

They both entered your room. Bucky took a seat at the edge of your bed behind you and Steve stood in front of you. Your arms still crossed and still looking hurt and angry you asked “Well, I’m waiting, What did I see?”

“None of those girls mean anything to us you have to believe us, to be honest, I wish we could say something but on days like this, we are told to act nice,” he did actually sound remorseful in fact he wouldn’t even look at you.

he continued “We are with you and we wouldn’t want it any other way, you are amazing, beautiful, sweet, and when you’re not on guard you are hilarious.”

“Steve stop” dropping your arms to your side and your voice quivering “It’s just the serum. You think you’re attracted to me but you’re not, I don’t know maybe it gives off some kind of pheromones. But I promise, you don’t love me” tears started to stream down your face and you felt your breath becoming unsteady. “I’m not any of those things you say I am.”

“Y/N you are, why would you say that?” He questioned.

Memories flooded your vision of the girls and then to your time with Walker. You were so lost in thought you hadn’t realised on the outside, your breath was labored and tears streamed down your face.

Bucky had bounced off the bed wrapping his arms around you he guided you to the floor and sat you between his legs.

Steve grabbed your face making you look at him.

“Breath sweetheart, I need you to breath for me” he panicked. When he realised you weren’t able to he tried a different tactic.

“Okay, sweetheart I need you to answer me. Tell me five things you can see in this room”

You didn’t answer in fact you seemed to look right through him

“Five things Y/N, don’t make me ask again,” he said more sternly hoping to get through to you. Still no answer. That's when Steve began to panic.

“Y/L/N, I am your captain and you will follow my orders. I need five things you can see right now.” He commanded. It seemed to work as you came out of your trance.

“Five things? " you repeated disoriented.

“Five things you can see, NOW” he confirmed

Your eyes scanned the room as you tried to regain your composure but still, your brain wouldn’t work and you panicked more. Landing back on Steve you couldn’t help but notice the concern in his eyes. His amazingly blue eyes. How come you’ve never noticed those eyes before. “You” you whispered softly

“Tell me again sweetheart I didn’t hear you,” he said but you thought you’d seen a hint of a smirk there. (cheeky fecker) you thought.

“You I see you,” you said trying to sound loud but failing miserably.

“Good girl, what else,” Steve asked.

You scanned the room again it took a while but you managed to rhyme off,

“My lamp, the carpet, the door, and the television.”

“Very good, four things you can touch” he continued.

You tried to concentrate on what your hands could touch and then realising your hands were clinging on to Buck or more like borrowing into his skin you replied.

“Bucky”

Taking your hands off his legs worried you had hurt him, you touched your knees. “Me” Placing your hands on Steve’s legs you confirmed “you” and then placing your hands at your sides you touched the floor and stated “carpet”.

“You trying to insinuate something here doll,” Bucky said in your ear hoping to lighten the mood. You smiled a little. Then you heard Steve say “I’m not done, don’t listen to the Sargent Y/L/N, I’m in charge eyes on me, Three things you can hear?”

“Punk” was all you could hear from Bucky.

You closed your eyes trying to hear the sounds

“Me breathing, the clock ticking, the drip of water in the ensuite” You weren’t sure if Steve would allow that due to your enhanced hearing. But he replied “Good girl, now two things you can smell.”

“My shampoo, my incense” you sounded more confident.

" Okay and one thing you can taste?” That was his final question.

When you realised you couldn’t taste anything panic started to build up in you again, you then lost focus, why couldn’t you think of anything, why? Then you felt lips on yours, your eyes shot open and you realised it was Steve. Then you felt his tongue gliding along yours. When he stopped he asked again “One thing you can taste”

You brought your fingers to your lips you whispered “Steve, I taste Steve.”

After a few minutes of sitting on the floor Bucky breathed behind you. “Right princess let’s get you off the floor as my ass has fallen asleep."

You laughed and as you went to stand you found yourself being lifted by Steve.

“You know I am very capable of walking” you argued.

“I know I just need to make sure you get to the bed okay" he smirked.

“My hero.” you rolled your eyes jokingly

“Well, I do still have my suit on” he smiled widely at you causing you to blush.

He sat you gently on the bed and sat beside you, you felt Bucky sit on the other side. A sudden wave of embarrassment flooded through you and tears ran down your face. You placed both hands on your face and groaned " I’m pathetic I’m so sorry, I’m just not used to compliments, Walker always said compliments make us believe we are above people. And I should always try and remain humble which is why he never gave me any, so I never got above my station, so to speak " you bowed your head.

Bucky leaned over and took your chin in his hand turning your face so you were looking at him. “Fuck him, he doesn’t deserve you, sweetheart.” And he gently kissed your lips.

“But this too James” you pulled back pointing at both of them “This is scary, I mean you both want me, I’ve never done anything like this, I wouldn’t even know where to begin or how it would work, and if your looking for a one stand I’m not that type of girl.”

“We can take it one day at a time sweetheart or we don’t have to do anything we have told you that and we mean it” he comforted.

“I would like to try," you whispered after awhile wringing your hands.

Bucky kissed your shoulder saying "You’re in charge sweetheart anything you want or don’t want, it’s all up to you” he continued to kiss your shoulder up to your neck and just below your ear you couldn’t help but sigh. Steve smiled and grabbing your hand kissed up your arm until he reached your other shoulder, he gently took your face and kissed your lips softly.

“This feels so weird” you giggled.

“You know doll laughing while we are trying to make you feel good, doesn’t do our ego any favors” Bucky smirked.

“Oh, you want your ego boosted?” You smiled back.

“Wouldn’t hurt” Steve replied smiling.

Fuck it you thought to yourself, why not enjoy this, when was the last time you actually had some fun or had sex. You turned towards Bucky and straddled his legs.

“How’s this Sargent?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“It’s a start, but Sargent?” he quirked his eyebrow back at you and shrugged his shoulders jokingly. You couldn’t help but laugh. You also couldn’t help but admire how extremely handsome he was. Did you ever think John was handsome? Did you ever even look at John?

" Well you know S.A.R.G.E.N.T” you enunciated the Sargent slowly. “The captain was very clear in his orders on what I should be calling you and of course I should respect the suit,” You smirked trying to get a rouse out of him, which you did especially when you stated, “While it’s on.”

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward both your lips were smashed together and you groaned into the kiss. Bucky pulled apart from you and started to undress. You were hypnotised by the man’s body and you definitely spent a bit too long looking.

“See something you like or would you prefer I keep it in?” Bucky asked sensing you getting into your own head. “I can still remember those looks the other day at breakfast.”

“I see a lot of something I like” you replied before grabbing his face and kissing him. The kiss then became greedy, you couldn’t get enough of him. When you finally parted you tried to steady your breathing. Bucky’s eyes were now fully black. But you felt your face being turned and then Steve kissed you with just as much passion.

With Bucky’s hands on your hips and one of Steve’s hands on your jaw and one on your lower back your body felt on fire.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked looking at you.

“Yes very much so” you smiled.

“Good,” said Bucky “cause I want to see more of you” he pulled at your t-shirt. As you went to lift it over your head Steve grabbed it from your hands.

“Let me” he smiled looking at you for confirmation. You nodded. But as soon as your top came off your natural instinct was to cover up your body.

Bucky took your arms and slowly unwrapped them from around your body. “Huh huh doll, no hiding from us”

When he managed to peel your arms from your body he kissed the back of both hands and looking you up and down all he stated was “perfection” Your cheeks went red and you lowered your head.

“Just one more thing baby girl, need to get rid of, is that okay?” Steve asked from behind you where he had shifted places and was straddling Bucky’s legs so his chest was right up against your back.

You panicked and thought to yourself they will see me and hate me. But your eyes landed on Bucky and you only say lust and longing.

Before you had a chance to change your mind, a moment of courage had you nodding your head in agreement. Steve unclasped the back of your bra, his hands then coming to the straps he kissed your neck and slowly moved both straps down your arms. When your bra was disregarded Steve placed his hands on your hips. Looking at Bucky over your shoulder he asked " Well Buck how good does our girl look?”

And all Bucky could reply was “like a goddess,”

Steve’s arms roamed up your sides and came to the front where he cupped your breasts and started massaging them.

“Fuck Steve” Bucky groaned “Keep doing that I can feel her grind against me.” You became still, embarrassed of your behavior until Steve started pulling at your nipple rolling it between his finger and thumb. He then latched on to your neck making you move again.

“Fuck” you and Bucky both groaning. Bucky grabbed your hips and moved you against his very hard member.

You moaned out loud, feeling it against your core and feeling Steve’s hand and mouth on you. You were a complete mess and loved every minute.

As Steve was assaulting your top half and as you were grinding against Bucky, you didn’t realise one of Bucky’s hands had left your hip and made its way to your front until you felt him rubbing you over your trousers. “Fuck " you groaned out leaning back into Steve’s chest.

“It’s okay baby we got you we are going to make you feel so good” Steve whispered.

“I feel good Steve, I really do” you moaned.

“This is nothing doll” Bucky increased his speed “We aren’t even close to making you feel good, but we do need to get these trousers off” and with that, you were flipped onto your back with two very large soldiers staring down at you. Fuck you could have came then just at the sight.

Steve tapped your hip indicating for you to lift them and when you did he took off your trousers and underwear. Now laying completely naked under the two men you began to feel self-conscious again.

“So why am I naked and you two get to be dressed?" you squeaked.

“Want to see us doll I thought you liked the suits?” Bucky asked smirking.

“I'm never living this down, ” you groaned smiling

“Well if you look this good in clothes of course I want to see how good you look in no clothes.” catching yourself by surprise at your courage.

Both men laughed and Steve looked at Bucky “You heard the lady.”

As they both stood from the bed and began to undress you couldn’t help but stare. These men had bodies of gods.

“Fuck me” you exclaimed seeing them in all other glory.

“Oh we plan to princess, " Bucky said leaning over you and kissing you hard. As you made out with Bucky you gasped as you felt lips on the inside of your thighs making their way towards your clit. When Steve’s mouth finally landed on you you bucked up and moaned loud “oh god”

“Steve making you feel good princess " Bucky asked

“Please " you moaned

“Please what doll what do you nee? " Bucky rubbed your cheek.

“Let me make you feel good James. Please. " You pleaded reaching for him.

Bucky straddled your chest and took his cock in his hand and started pumping it.

“You sure doll?” he questioned.

“Never been more sure James” you replied before opening your mouth.

Bucky growled out loud when you took him into your mouth. And when Steve sped up on your clit you moaned around Bucky causing him to thrust into you and moan out. " shit Y/N so fucking good.” Then Steve put his fingers inside you your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you screamed around Bucky.

“Fuck Steve keep doing that and I’m gonna cum down her throat” Bucky groaned.

But this only caused Steve to go faster with his tongue and his fingers, causing you to go faster and deeper around Bucky’s dick. As your grabbed the back of Bucky’s thighs you pulled him deeper into your mouth causing him to hit the back of your throat. The faster Steve went the faster you went.

Bucky then called out grabbing the headboard and pounded into your throat until he came. You swallowed everything and as he pulled out you screamed out loud as you came around Steve’s mouth.

As you lay for a few minutes catching your breath you finally spoke up “You know James we both got to cum but poor Steve hasn't had the chance to.”

“You know doll your absolutely right” he agreed.

You sat up on your knees and placed a hand on Steve’s cheek bringing him close to you, you kissed him.

“Steve how would you to come?” you whispered into his mouth.

“Huh?” he asked confused.

“How would you like me to make you come?” you asked again looking into his eyes. “do you want my mouth or do you want to come inside me?”

As soon as you said these words Steve pushed you back onto the bed

“I want to feel you Y/N” he breathed

He let out a gasp when you managed to maneuver him onto his back. As you straddled him you kissed his neck his jaw his ear, and while he squirmed beneath you, you took his cock into your hand and lined it up to enter you. When you sat down on him you both moaned in pleasure. His hands darting to you hips he started moving you.

“Fuck Steve, “ you groaned.

Then you felt lips on your neck “You’re not having this much fun without me “Bucky nipped at your ear.

You gasped when you felt the cold liquid hit your ass. “You think you can take us both doll,” asked.

“Please James I need you” you pleaded

“You have me Y/N” he promised slowly entering you making sure you were okay.

When both men were finally in you all stilled for a minute until you finally begged “God please, please someone move. And with that, there was no stopping the two men from ripping the pleasure from your body.

When you heard Steve shout “I'm gonna cum” you heard Bucky behind you “Same” and their pace quickened causing one more orgasm to be pulled from you.

Bucky collapsed on top of you forcing you to collapse on top of Steve.

“Guys can’t breathe“ Steve laughed.

Bucky slowly pulled out of you and helped you off Steve causing you to scrunch your face in discomfort.

“You okay?” Steve asked wrapping his body around you.

“I'm okay, you?” you smile sleepily then tried to get up.

“Where you going?” Steve asked worryingly.

“just to the bathroom” You smiled and as you stumbled to the ensuite, Bucky came behind you and held you in his arms “Let me help you”

And he guided you to the bathroom closing the door when you entered.

When you had finished he helped you climb back into bed beside Steve and he then crawled in at the other side. As you shimmied up against Steve’s back you took Bucky’s arms and placed them around you. As you held on to both men tightly you fell asleep deeply for the first time feeling safe.

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emmaiooo · 2 years

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realization pt.2 ; freedom

Soooo my friends told me to write another part yay so here ya go!

After leaving the inazuma docks, you sat on the edge of the ship, looking at the beautiful purple sky. (IT'S PURPLE, U CAN'T TELL ME NO.”) “good evening y/n. How are you?” Kazuha said lightly. “Oh hi kazuha! Good evening to you too, I'm doing well.” you said, a bit startled by his sudden appearance behind you. “y/n, you can tell me everything. I know that divorce with kamisato ayato hurt you very much.” he said calmly, sitting beside you on the edge of the ship. “Fine..it's just, i feel bad. He looked very sad when I told him to sign the divorce papers. Maybe he still loved me..i don't know.” you looked at the water, sighing. “Well, if you stay with me and travel with me, maybe we will get a chance to go back to Inazuma to visit.” he said, smiling. You were kinda shocked by his words, was he making a move on you? “Haha, I'll think about it, kazuha. Thank you for the offer.” you smiled at him, that made you feel a bit better.

It was dinner time at the crux, beidou came in with big jugs of beer and the whole crew cheered. “Wooo! Captain Beidou got the beer!!” everyone cheered in the room except for you and kazuha, you guys tend to be the quiet ones. “y/n! Kazuha!” beidou shouted, “you want a cup? We have a lot of beer today.” She handed you one and a kazuha one. “Thank you captain beidou.” both of you said, taking the beer into your hands. “Uh-this looks like very strong wine..” you pointed to the cup. “Haha, look y/n are scared to drink!” The crew members laughed. “y/n don’t tell me that you never drank before!” beidou pat you on the back, it was very hard. You did drink sake in a meeting with ayato, but it was never much. “N-no all i drank was some light alcohol.” you said taking a sip from the cup. “It’s ok y/n, if it's too much for you, i can help you drink it.” kazuha offered. That made you blush. “Ah- its ok kazuha you don't have to-” “kazuha has a high alcohol tolerance you know?” beidou cut you off, “i trained him with many drinking contests!” beidou laughed walking away. You looked at kazuha, drinking his cup and turning around to smile at you. You gulped and drank the alcohol.

“H-hey i want a-another cup!” you slurred at beidou, this was your 5th cup. “Ooo seems like y/n is drunk!” beidou laughed, about to give you another cup. Kazuha took the cup and put it on the table. “Oh?” Beidou looked confused but amused. “Y/n, you are drunk. We should get you sober first.” Kazuha took your arm and brought you up. “huh? wha-wait!” KAZUHA dragged you to his room. (Yes he did drag you. And yes. He did drag you to his room.) “y/n I told you, if you can’t handle it you can give me the drink.” Kazuha scolded and handed you a glass of water. “s-sorry kazuha I thought I could handle it…” you looked down at your feet, drinking the water, embarrassed. “Ugh y/n what am i going to do with you…” kazuha sighed. You don’t get it, why was he so angry because you drank a few cups of beer? “Why are u mad kazuha? I don’t get why you care so much about me…” you said silently. You were just about to look up at him when he pulled you in a kiss. He pulled back, “this is why. y/n i love you.” he said sincerely, looking you in the eye. You blushed, “i-oh-uhm..” you were speechless, you couldn’t think of anything to say, so instead you pulled kazuha into another kiss to try to explain your feelings. (let your imagination fly high)

The next day, you arrived at the Liyue docks. “This is as far as I can take you y/n, you know, the offer kazuha said to you is still up.” beidou said, dropping the anchor into the water. “Oh-uhm no it’s fine. Thank you Beidou for taking me here.” you said weakly, you still was in a hangover from all the alcohol you drunk. You thought of the kiss last night, thank god you didn’t forget the kiss..it was so important to you. You started to walk into the big city when a hand pulled you back. “y/n..don’t tell me you're going to leave me after that kiss. Do you even like me..?” he said looking deep into your eyes. He looked sad, something that you felt too much before. “I-i have to kazuha, to start a new free life.” you said, pushing away his hand on your arm. “y/n, being a wanderer is being free. You get to experience many more things than just living in a city.” Kazuha tried to persuade you. “Kazuha i-” “y/n, i love you. Please, I want to stay with you my whole life.” kazuha took your hand, “we can go explore everywhere and explore every corner of teyat.” you thought about this, you do like kazuha and being with him makes you feel free. “Ok..but won’t I drag you down because I'm visionless and powerless?” you thought about that time with ayato, how he gave you a package for you to protect. “No y/n, because unlike ayato, I will think everything thoroughly and protect you.” he said, kneeling down. (OOO LA LA) “please y/n.” he pleaded. “Ok fine..but you have to teach me some skills!” you took his hands and brought it up.

The next few weeks you and kazuha trained together in the plains of liyue. Kazuha taught you many things, things that ayato never did and never will. “Let’s stop for today y/n, we practiced enough.

You sat on a rock, waiting for kazuha to bring back some fruits. “y/n,” he sat next to you and gave you a fruit. “Isn’t the sunset pretty?” you said pointing to the orange sky. “Not as beautiful as you y/n.” he said wiping off some fruit on your face. (yes u can get fruit on your face.) Both of you sat there, holding hands looking at the sunset. “I love you kazuha.” you said quietly. “Me too.” he said in a whisper.

#kazuha #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader angst #genshin x reader #Genshin #i cant spell kazuha’s name #yummy angst #love so pure #HELP LMFAO

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Michael Afton x Charlotte Emily (Siren) AU

Mermaids are nymphs of the sea who deceive sailors with their great beauty and the sweetness of their song; from head to navel they have the body of a virgin and a human shape, but they have a scaly fish tail which they always hide in the sea.

But do not be fooled by their beauty, they are a symbol of bad luck. They can swim through fresh water to reach rivers and lakes to drown their victims, making you think they are drowning people. They are rumoured to be able to cure diseases.

Many legends told by sailors say that they are large monsters, up to 600m long, capable of sinking ships without leaving a trace.

What makes them feared is their beautiful voice, which can hypnotise you. So sweet, tender and melodious, it is said that they inhabit the islands and lure sailors with such a song, causing them to collide with the reefs and drag them to the depths of the ocean to eat them.

-Sirens…- he murmured, deep in thought. He leaned against the railing and read an old book that the librarian, Henry Emily, had recommended to him. He doesn't believe in such things, but for a boat trip like this, it's something to keep him entertained.

He almost dropped the book into the sea It was just Jeremy smiling mockingly at him with a mop in his hand, he frowned and sighed.

-I just wanted to take my mind off things, it's boring just looking at the horizon- He wasn't lying, there was just water, water and more water, not a sign of another boat or rocks.

-Genius, if you are so bored you can clean the gunwale yourself. Your only job is to make sure we don't go straight into the reefs and sink the boat- Jeremy continued scrubbing the floor with more intensity.

-I was in charge of cleaning the gunwale before you, I have a lot more boat experience than you- he mocked his friend, sticking out his tongue and laughing with him, his attention returning to the ocean and a peace filling him at the stillness of the water.

-How long do you think it will take us to get home?- Jeremy was standing next to him now, admiring the ocean in the same way, although unlike him, he seemed a little anxious.

-Michael watched the dolphins chasing each other in the distance, but I'm pretty sure it'll only take us three days to get there.

-What do you base that on?

-Well, I've been sailing the same boat with Dad for years, let's just say that in these areas where there are dolphins it would take us three days to see land, and if we had a mishap it would take us another day- they were silent for a long time.

Jeremy cleared his throat-I mean, sometimes the sailors in the harbour talk about ships disappearing lately, and in a way I was a bit nervous when I got on this boat.

-So why did you come?- Jeremy leaned his arms on the railing and looked down to see his blurred silhouette in the water.

-I hate being called a not real man every time we say goodbye at the harbour, I'm always the laughing stock of most of the citizens, they've even given me a nickname like faggot- Michael softened his gaze as he saw tears peeking out of his friend's eyes, -even my mother thinks that, it makes me feel hurt, I don't want her to be disappointed in me.

Michael put his hand on his friend's back to comfort him.

-Hey, most of the assholes you meet on the docks are drunk shits who've been divorced more than three times, it's not like they're the pride of the town. I like you a lot better than all of them, and just because you're a wimp or too sentimental doesn't make you any less of a man, you're a great mate just the way you are.

Unexpectedly, Jeremy hugged Michael with tears in his eyes but a big smile on his face, which made him laugh and return the hug. They parted in a comfortable silence, Michael now telling little anecdotes of his father's travels. From the most peaceful to the most terrifying he had ever experienced in his life.

They were now in the cabins where Jeremy was staying, Michael sitting next to Jeremy's bed, who was leaning curiously on the book Michael had on the table.

-Do you believe in mermaids?- the question surprised him.

-Why the question?

-I've seen you reading the same page all day, you didn't even notice me when I was cleaning near you,Jeremy grabbed the book and looked for the page he was talking about -Right here, unless you have some unknown fetish- he looked at him flirtatiously as he wiggled him eyebrows up and down, causing Michael to laugh.

-Stop- he grab the book between laughs and look at the page with the silhouette of a mermaid, his expression softening a little- I'm just curious, the librarian talks a lot about mermaids, every time I go to get some books for the trip he warns me about them Not that I believe in such things, I've never seen one or another craft warn of them.

-Perhaps those who heard them are in the depths of the ocean- Jeremy scoffed -that would explain the disappearance of many ships.

-Of course, if you take away the fact that many idiots believe that the ocean is a game and that they should take every little warning lightly.- Both young men were startled to see William leaning against the door with his arms crossed and a threatening look on his face -If you've stopped playing games, I'll need you to start securing the knots, Michael.

-Yes, sir- Michael said, a little discouraged, but he got up immediately and walked out of the cabins.

-I suggest you get some sleep, Jeremy- William spoke more calmly now -we'll start early tomorrow, I don't want any delays.

-Yes, sir- William gave him a nod before closing the door and heading for the cellar.

Michael could still hear the lively music and laughter of some of the sailors from inside the ship, at this time of night it was common for some of them to take the liberty of relaxing, and he could also secure the things on the gunwale more quietly without distraction.

The night was beautiful, the moon illuminating everything around him and the sea was clear. He checked each of the assigned knots, that nothing was out of place, that everything was in order, that it would be safe while the rest of the crew slept, that the night watchmen would not have to worry about the rest.

Michael continued on his way until he reached the side of the ship where he admired the beauty of the moon, the icy breeze and the movement of the waves.

He wanted to admire the beauty of the scenery before returning to get ready for bed, but in addition to the loud sound of the passing waves, a melody could be heard in the distance.

It was high pitched, the more he concentrated on finding its source the closer he could hear it, a fleeting thought crossed his mind that it was a mermaid, it couldn't be just any animal, it sounded like a woman's song and it was coming from the sea.

Michael moved closer to the shore and saw something moving through the water, the silhouette looked human and was moving in circles. Her singing grew louder and the silhouette in the water now seemed to be swimming to the surface.

Then he saw her, a slender, fair-skinned woman with beautifully straightened auburn hair. She was singing in a lulling coo, almost heavenly to anyone's ears, and Michael was impressed by what he saw.

Her cooing stopped and she looked up at him, her eyes glowing in the dark, he wasn't sure what colour they were, but she looked frightened to see him. The silence seemed to last forever between the two of them, just admiring each other, until the sound of footsteps behind Michael scared the girl away.

-Wait!- He could see no trace of her, as if she had never been there.

-Mr Afton, your father sent me to make sure everything is all right- Michael did not answer,-Mr Afton?

-It's all right, Dave.- Michael didn't dare look him in the eye and walked into the cabin.

He didn't wait for an answer and hurried back to his quarters, something about this night didn't feel real. The woman's face would not leave his mind.

#michael afton #fnaf marlie #charlie emily #michael afton x charlie emily #michael afton and charlie emily #marlie mermaid au

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‘Media Is the Third Parent’: A Conversation With Lucy Dacus

by Justin Joffe | 2/22/17

The music that we love is an accumulation of narratives. The stories those songs tell, the memories they create for us and the truths that their writers have lived all become an important rubber band ball of context and experience, informing our connection to them in ways we don’t always immediately get.

So when a young artist emerges from the formless depths of adolescence near-fully formed, the narrative starts taking shape even before we understand it. Cries of nepotism, entitlement, and business collusion often drown out the true origin story of someone who takes to a big stage so all of a sudden, whether or not those cries have any merit. And in the case of Lucy Dacus, a 21-year old singer/songwriter from Richmond Virginia with a remarkably deep and powerful voice, no such assumptions about her recent ascension ring the least bit true.

Adopted at a young age and creatively nurtured by her piano-playing mother, Dacus’ musicality was embedded in her home life from the get go. Her debut, No Burden, was recorded by her guitarist Jacob Blizard as part of his winter project at music school Oberlin and released by hometown label EggHunt Records last February. Almost immediately, Dacus’ husky alto caught the attention of larger labels—over 20 of them—requiring her to take some time sifting through the muck and the mud, fielding offers and inquiries guided largely by her convictions and her gut.

Six months later she signed with venerable independent label Matador Records, and their reissue of Dacus’ No Burden last fall gave hope to this whole generation of self-starters. Dacus’ reverb-drenched, alt-country-dusted songs cut to the question of how an artist in the public eye can still live away from what Sartre called “the gaze of the other”, free from expectations of beauty or lapses in trust, living and working only by the standards they set for themselves.

We caught up over the phone to discuss what it means to take personal agency over your work in a time when art and politics seem pretty much inseparable.

How ya doin’?

Good, I’m in Canada! Hopefully my connection will be good, but if it starts to break up I’ll blame it on that.

So, were you looking at a hearse or a limousine? That lyric of yours reminds me of one of my favorite Leonard Cohen lyrics, “Thought I saw an eagle, but it might have been a vulture, never could decide.”

Yeah, that one’s really good.

Much of your album speaks to trust and navigating uncharted waters, but can you unpack that rhetorical question for me?

I guess the point of that song, “Troublemaker, Doppelganger” is trying to navigate the worth of beauty, and if it’s hurtful or helpful to value beauty. If it’s a curse or a blessing. Is that something really negative and morbid, like the hearse, or is it the limousine—a glamorous symbol of enjoying life?

I’m trying to connect how your interest in the aesthetic side of media, between your time in film school and your time as a photo editor, has informed your perspective on our habits of consumption and decision making. Is that something that weighs on your mind often?

Yeah! The media, and how we’re taught to read it, has a huge impact on who we become as people. When you’re a kid you learn whatever your parents think, until you start taking in media. Because all your friends are your age as well, media is the third parent that you ever have. So I think about that a lot, what visual imagery is teaching us, and media in general having a huge impact. But it’s ambiguous—if you haven’t learned the cultural symbolism where media is coming from, it can be really confusing.

You said that you felt this record was possible because you went into it without any expectations, during the writing and recording process. But the minute any work is released to the public, media expectations become imposed upon us. I guess it’s what Sartre called “the gaze of the other”. How do you keep that purity of intention during your process while operating inside someone else’s media infrastructure, an infrastructure that you didn’t build? It’s something I feel that you’re in a particularly great place to help us with.

[Laughs] A lot of the songs for the next record were actually written well before we spoke to a label or had any kind of coverage, so at least for the next record, I haven’t had to deal with that. But of course I’m still writing, and I think the biggest aspect of it that keeps me from catering to our current infrastructure is not trying to write. I don’t ever sit down and say, “OK, I need to write a song” or “I need to crank something out” or “I have to make something that will satisfy the people around me.” That’s never been a concern, I don’t think that should be a concern, and it means I maybe don’t write at a quick pace anymore, but everything that I do write is stuff that just comes to me the way any other thought does. So far it doesn’t feel like anything that I’ve written is compromised by the fact that we have a label now.

You’ve spoken about how you had to develop a bit more business acumen after this album was finished and you were shopping your project around a bit. Do you almost learn those things so that you can know when you don’t have to use them, in a way? When you don’t have to have your guard up with them?

Yeah, I really enjoy navigating the business aspect of having a band, and there is a great amount of instinct. You don’t wanna work with people who make you feel weird, even if they’re super qualified. You don’t want to feel like you’re being used by anybody, even though you are submitting to that in some way, in some mutual using of whoever you end up working with. But there’s a fine line that’s hard to describe between being taken advantage of and having a partnership. I feel like that might be different for everybody, but I would just suggest that anyone getting into this take their time and compare a lot of different companies or whatever you’re choosing. Be comparative about decision making , because you don’t have to rush into things.

That ties into the themes of trust on this record, too, which is funny because you wrote these songs before having to navigate those waters. You wrote, “I wanna live in a world where I can keep my doors open, but who knows what’d get in and what’d get out.” Would it be a stretch to connect that lyric toward your path of ascension in the music sphere, toward your approach to how you present yourself? Are you talking about trust in the abstract here?

Absolutely. The more you learn the more wise you’re supposed to be, but I still reflect upon myself as a child, or even just myself pre-audience, kind of contemplating on where my creativity came from at that point and always trying to stay connected to why I originally started writing. I did write that song a while ago, but luckily it still rings true.

I talked to Joe Steinhardt of Don Giovanni a few weeks ago, and he’s of the mind that the big three media companies are turning into the big three tech companies, insofar as Apple, Google and Amazon are eating whole industries of art, commerce and media. It got me wondering what we can do. Now obviously you’re on Matador, and they have a great reputation around doing right for their artists’ sustainability. What are you, and they, doing right when it comes to giving artists some agency over their own work?

I guess there’s two ways to approach this question. There’s technically retaining the rights to your own music, being structurally independent and not feeding into major labels or major companies, but then there’s also this idea of retaining agency in a more metaphysical sense.

I think both are important. Matador’s an independent label, which was part of the reason that we chose them. Myself, I feel like I still have ownership over my own work. Like I said, you just have to retain your writing process and not force anything. That’s what helps me feel like I still have a handle on what I make—it’s coming from me because of me, not because of anything else.

On top of that, I really like and respect bands that do more than just the typical structuring of recording, releasing and touring an album. Bands that are socially active, bands that are not afraid to talk about their belief systems explicitly. I’ve been inspired by that, and that feels like not just taking agency over your own work, but taking agency over the responsibility that you’ve been granted by a fanbase. Really contemplating your fanbase and being present with the people who listen to your music.

That begs the very timely and topical question, too—if all art comes from culture, and cultures are being stigmatized right now, then isn’t all art political? The question’s kind of irrelevant when the creative class is kind of a marginalized community in its own right, but I guess I’m just wondering how your value system responds to right now, as you come into the creative class professionally at a time when a lot of people are freaking out about the abolishment of the National Endowment of the Arts and similar public-funded avenues for creative programs or dialogues. What’s your role in pushing back against that?

The solution we came up with as a band for this tour was raising money for local charities at each of the shows that we’ve been playing. That feels like a pretty effective form of activism so far, but beyond that, I would hope that the music we make and tour causes people to consider not necessarily the specific current events happening around the world, but what’s behind them—power struggles, contemptment and these other things behind the negativity that we see, a lack of fulfillment in people.

It’s nobody’s actual job, but I personally admire people who see it as their responsibility. Whether its actual resources going to real life projects, charities or charities, that’s one piece of it. But like I said, the content of the music can really change people’s mindset, and I know that I’ve definitely been changed by some musicians and lyrics that I’ve heard. Like I said, media is the third parent to anybody. I would just hope that people write things that call for more thought instead of less thought. That could make a huge difference.

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#lucy dacus #interview #2017 #february 2017 #the new york observer #archival

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Crash Landing: Chapter 1

WELCOME TO MY NEW SERIES. Oh, the life of a writer. Tons of WIPs and just more to come. Mike Miller is sexy and he deserves more love so here we goooo! ---- Description: Mike crash lands back to earth and finds a boat, thank goodness. Only problem, it's YOUR boat.

Smut: Nothing (yet), just pining Relationship: Mike MIller + reader (M + F)

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He’s lucky he escaped his pod unscathed. And now he’s luckier he’s paddled an escape vehicle to a yacht.

Abandoned? Maybe. Could there be someone there? Maybe.

Mike shouts a “hello” to find any sign of life and quickly makes his way to the kitchen where he find fresh water. He’s holding his little worm buddy, Phil, who somehow made the landing with him.

He searches for clothes next. He needs to get out of his jumpsuit. Fortunately some joggers and a tshirt are tossed over a chair and while not a perfect fit, it’ll work.

“What do ya think, Phil? Not bad, right?” he jokes, doing a little catwalk and a turn.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” he hears behind him, and he turns around to see you there with a bat.

“Don’t fuckin’ move. Who are you and where did you come from?” you demand, your eyes blazing at him. Mike puts his hands up in surrender, eyes worried with a crease between his brows.

“I’m— I’m Mike! Mike Miller! I…I know you won’t believe this but I crashed down from space yesterday. I was on the international space station!”

You keep a trained eye on him.

“Look, look!” He holds up his jumpsuit and Phil, in his NASA-labeled box. “I’m a biologist, a scientist. I was studying life in space when everything here happened.”

You lower your bat pensively.

You’ve managed to stay safe from the virus - immune perhaps - but you don’t know how to feel about this man, albeit handsome man, alone on your boat.

“Okay, Mike. I’m putting the bat down. I believe you but don’t make any sudden moves.”

He sees you lower the bat, take a breath and remove your baseball cap, letting your locks flow around your face. It’s been three years since he’s seen another human, and probably four since the last time he saw a beautiful woman.

Likewise. You can’t help but notice how attractive Mike is. Big, brown eyes and messy auburn hair. His beard is scruffy of course but still well kept, likely from his time on the station.

“Nice shirt,” you joke, cracking a small smile. He’s wearing a pink “Females are strong as hell” tshirt and a pair of joggers. The joggers fit better than the shirt, because they were your ex husbands.

Mike smiles at yours, happy to feel the ice in the room melt a little.

“Ah, yeah, I’m so sorry. This…I needed…”

You hold your hand up. “It’s fine, really. Happy to help. My name is y/n. I guess I should introduce myself.”

He steps forward to shake your hand.

“And again, Mike Miller. Nice to meet you,” he says, smiling. And uh-oh, that smile is a killer.

“So,” you add, clapping your hands. “I don’t really have any rules, except don’t hurt me or murder me please…”

Mike laughs at this.

“I’m rationing food, the best I can. Water too. Though I do have a shower system in that back room that works okay using recycled ocean water. So if you need to shower or shave or whatever, it’s all yours.”

He sighs relieved. “That’s…wonderful. Seriously.”

“I have some clothes here that were my ex-husband’s, you’re welcome to them. Though you’re better built than he was, but at least it’ll be more your speed.”

Mike blushes for a moment at the compliment.

“Ex-husband, huh?” Mike asks curiously, rifling through some tshirts you handed him.

“Yeah.”

“Keep his stuff for sentimental value or…”

“Revenge.”

Mike nods and smirks. You’re tough. Strong, clearly. Smart, obviously. And funny.

And goddamn beautiful.

“Are you…hungry? Thirsty? I go to shore about once or twice a week to get supplies. I just stay out here to avoid any looters or other survivors who may be out there. I haven’t seen a soul but I take no chances.”

He nods, agreeing.

“Uh, I think this is plenty. Your generosity is…remarkable. Thank you. So much,” he adds. You hand him a bath towel.

“If you want a shower, help yourself. If there’s anything else you need, I’ll be above deck. Or you can grab a place to sleep? There are two bedrooms here and one is empty of course.”

“Of course.”

You wave and ascend to the top deck, letting Mike clean up. He’s so relieved to have water and a chance to bathe, his skin sore from the time he spent on the water before he found you.

When he emerges to the top deck, he’s in a tshirt and joggers again, albeit a little too large for his more slender frame.

“Whiskey?” you offer, pointing to a table and an empty tumbler and a bottle of…

“Holy shit! This is like, ten thousand dollars a bottle!” Mike exclaims, holding it up.

“Heh, yeah. Well, who’s gonna stop me from not paying?”

He pours a glass for himself and walks over to you on the bench.

“It it okay if I sit here?” he asks. He smells sweet, clean with soap. His hair still dark where it’s wet, but quickly drying in the breeze.

“Yeah absolutely, I’ll scoot over.”

You make room for him and he sits down with a sigh, but a contented one. He asks where you’re from, you ask the same. You share stories about your careers, life in the “before times” and how you’ve managed to survive.

“Wow, it’s really incredible what you’ve managed to do. Do you ever see yourself moving back to land?” he asks.

“I don’t know yet. I suppose. Like I said, it was really more for safety? But I’ve not explored much in about a year. No idea what’s out there.”

He looks to the horizon, and in the light you can see his eyes are almost hazel. Your stomach flutters. Traitor.

“Another?” you ask, standing up and offering to take his glass. He nods.

“Sure. Gotta say I’m a bit lightweight since I haven’t drank in three years but I’ll never turn down whiskey this good…”

You chuckle, walking to the table where the whiskey sits. Unbeknownst to you, Mike watched you walk away, eyes tracking the curve of your hips and ass.

When you return, he smiles brightly. You clink your glasses together quietly.

“Thanks again, for all of this,” Mike says earnestly. “For helping, for not beating me senseless.”

You laugh a little easier, the whiskey quieting your nerves. Your hand slaps his knee with a giggle. And you hold it there for a moment.

“I’m glad I didn’t have to,” you reply, pushing the hair out of your face. The sun is going down on the horizon, casting a pink hue over the deck.

Mike’s body jolts at the touch. Your hand on his leg, his body close to yours. Oh, God…

“I’m gonna, uh, go get some rest, I think. Yeah, I’m wiped. Is that okay?” he asks nervously, standing with his hands at his front, awkwardly.

“Yeah, totally. Your bedroom is next to mine. Make yourself at home and gimme a shout if you need anything.”

He heads below deck and you sigh, missing his presence as quickly as it arrived this morning.

An hour later you head below deck too, the sun now down and your body loose but tired from the whiskey. You change clothes, removing your bra, sliding off your panties and slipping on a camisole to sleep.

Through the crack in your door, Mike’s eyes watch you undress. The smoothness of your skin, the round and soft curves of your back, the way your hair falls down your shoulders, and oh God, the swell of you breasts as you turn just enough for him to see them.

He slinks away, suddenly embarrassed he caught you. He got up for a glass of water and there you were in the soft lantern glow. You hear a squeak of the floor.

“Mike?” you ask, stepping out of your bedroom, your hair now piled messily on your head.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, emerging from the dark and making you jump.

“I just wanted a glass of water, and I’m… uh…” Mike stammers, looking at you now in a silky nightgown.

You smirk at him, able to tell what’s going through his mind as his eyes get heavy and his cheeks blush.

“You…”

“I…nothing. I just came to get some water…”

You nod.

“Did you find it?”

“I did.”

“Good. Well, if there’s anything else…” but as you turn to leave he grabs your wrist gently, pulling you to his chest.

"There is."

#the last man on earth fanfic #mike miller x reader #mike miller deserves fanfic because he's unstoppably hot #jason sudeikis

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Sad, Beautiful, Tragic (Gojo Satoru x Y/N)

A/N: It's my first time writing a fic so pls be nice lmao. This is inspired by Taylor Swift's Sad, Beautiful, Tragic Comments are welcome pls especially grammar and punctuation bc english is not my main language and i wasn’t listening when my english teacher was teaching punctuation lmao Summary: Gojo Satoru remembered how you always wanted him to write a letter for you, but he's already too late

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The sound of rain in a lonely, cold midnight envelopes Gojo Satoru. He should be worried about the glistening big drops of water hitting his skin, but he’s more preoccupied by the long note inside his pocket that’s been there since the night he left you, fidgeting it in hopes that it would make all his thoughts go away.

“I have to feel it all,” he whispered to himself. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to feel the droplets on his face as he recalls how you secretly slip letters in his pocket before he wakes up.

His solitude was cut short when he heard someone call his name, sweet and loving as ever. The energy alone reminded him of his memories that he thought time erased.

His eyes locked on a familiar figure, feeling thousands of needles piercing his heart, as you closed the distance between the both of you. Thinking how simply staring at the eyes of someone can make you remember every ugly fights, every passionate lovemaking and fucking, every late night conversations, every hungry kiss, every hopeful laughter, every cries of pain…pain he caused you.

Everything came back to him, even the night you ever so desperately begged him to stay

“Satoru, What are you doing? You’re gonna get yourself sick,” You said as you put him under your umbrella with you, trying to shield him from the harsh weather.

It’s been a while since he heard someone so concerned for him. He may be the strongest, but that doesn’t mean he cannot feel hurt, envy, loneliness..

He tried to speak but it felt like there was a lump in his throat, forcing himself to make an unfamiliar noise that sounded like a cry for desperation.

His cerulean eyes stared at you, studying every piece of you as if he had only seen you in his dreams - and nightmares.

“I-I just..,”He cleared his throat and shook his head to snap himself back to reality, “Hey, I should be asking you that! Why are you outside? During midnight, too! Tsk tsk tsk, still so hard headed,” He teased.

“Should I be worried even if I have the strongest in front of me?” You said as you put your finger on your chin, trying to act like you’re thinking.

He let out a silent chuckle.

“If only you knew how weak I feel right now,” he thought to himself.

The mood shifted when he remembered something.

“Y/N” He stared at your eyes, before looking to the ground as he then again, fidgets the letter in his pocket, “I have something to give you”.

He handed a creased yellow paper, showing that it has been carelessly stored for a couple of months.

He sat his hips between his ankles, staring at the raindrops hitting the concrete ground of Tokyo as you read the long, handwritten note.

“Satoru…” You sighed.

Your voice made him stand up, trying to search for signs of the reaction he’s hoping he would get from you.

He wrapped his arm around your waist as you reached your hand to feel his handsome face, caressing his cheeks. Satoru closed the distance between your lips, hoping it would make it all go away.

All the hurt, the betrayal.

Oh, how Satoru wishes everything is back to how it was.

“You know it’s too late now,” You whispered as you turned your head to the side, cutting the longing moment between Satoru and you.

“We can’t fix this. Your words mean so little right now. I waited too long for you, hoping you’d come back. I don’t want us waking up in two lonely beds anymore. Let’s just let this go - The distance made me realize how bad of a timing it is for us,” You smiled, taking a step back just enough to make a point.

Satoru took a deep, shaky breath and nodded.

“It was nice to see you, Satoru.” You said as you closed your umbrella.

“It was nice to see you too, Y/N. I’m really sorry,” He smiled, taking his sweet time looking at your eyes, already feeling jealous of the next person who’s gonna fill them with happiness again.

You took one longing look at him, wishing it ended differently. But you know the pain was just too much for both of you right now.

“Maybe someday,” You thought, “When he’s ready”.

Satoru watched you walk away, his chest feeling heavy.

He once again tilted his head back, only this time, It’s not raining anymore but he can feel his eyes getting wet.

#gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #callmebuttfatt #yn x gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #gojo x you

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This is a labor of love. At almost 6000 words the next chapter is finally here!

MARRIED AT FIRST SIGHT: CHAPTER FOUR

It’s all or Nothing.

This week, on Married at First Sight, our couples start getting ready to meet at the altar. They will share gifts with each other and get to see what sort of person they will be marrying. Will the gift be a treasured thing that makes emotions start to fly or will our couples learn just how much of a stranger they are marrying? Find out today on Married at first Sight.

Mathilde was sitting in the hotel room, a few of her friends all in their matching red robes, black script on the back loopy and pretty with their names. She had tried to make sure that even with the short time frame she still wanted to make her friends know she appreciated them being here and supporting her on this journey.

It all seemed surreal as she sat in front of the desk, a makeup artist working deftly with brushes, and making conversation with everyone. Mathilde lifted the champagne flute to her lips, sipping the bubbles heavily as she tried to remember why she had signed up for this experiment, the nerves and reality of it all sinking in and suddenly making her worried about how big of a leap this was.

Mathilde liked to look at the positives in life, experience it fully at all times but she was worried that the way she embraced life was maybe with arms too open. She was always open to experiences but what if this one hurt?

“Maybe slow down so you don’t puke on your groom.” her friend teased, making the blonde bride look down at the empty champagne glass she was holding. Red lipstick print there and no bubbly liquid there for her.

She set the glass down, looking up at the makeup artist with an apologetic smile. Closing her lips Mathilde let her touch up the red lipstick that she had smudged from drinking. The makeup artist stepped back after finishing, looking gleefully at her finished work.

Mathilde was beautiful on a bad day but on her wedding day, she looked like a Hollywood starlet. Even more so when she stepped into the ivory, off the shoulder gown, an a-line cut and high leg slit accented her body and made the bride look even more gorgeous than usual. Her blonde locks had been put n a low bun, a few curls in the front hanging down and pinned with pearl pins that also held in the gauzy long veil she’d remove after the ceremony.

As she stood in front of the mirror she smirked, looking at her reflection and suddenly feeling it all set in. She was going to get married today.

“Mathilde, we have a present from your groom.” she turned away from her reflection, looking at the producer carrying in a champagne colored box with a glittery gauzy bow. It was beautiful, a small card tucked into the side with the sloppy handwriting saying ‘My Bride’ on the front.

‘My Bride,

I guess you’re as crazy as me. Jumping into this with both feet and really trying to experience life to the fullest. I don’t know you YET but I can’t wait to make everyday in life a party. I’ll see you at the altar and we can take the first steps on this adventure together

Your…

Soon to be husband’

Mathilde smirked at the slanted messy writing. She could tell it wasn’t rushed and he had tried to be neat and yet he had the handwriting that was scribbled and frantic. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine the man that she would be taking the next step with, smiling as she felt better about this big leap. Unwrapping the box she smiled wider, showing her friends as she saw a blank book with black writing saying ‘Our Adventures’ embossed on the front. The perfect gift for a story that was going to be written.

Vialou was seated in the bathtub, her sisters pouring more oils in as scents of jasmine and lilac wafted through the air on tendrils of steam. In the water she was submerged, eyes closed as she laid there, thinking about how in only a few hours she would be taking the next step in her life, to be a wife.

She gasped softly as she broke the service, standing in the water, dripping as she reached for the gauzy robe. One of her sisters clicked their tongue as the youngest stepped carelessly out of the bath, wrapping herself up in the robe as her long wet hair dripped down her back.

“You’re going to be late.” she was told as she sank down on the bed. Before she could lay down her sister was grabbing her hair, wrapping it in a towel as she dried it.

Vialou didn’t seem to care about time. She did care about finishing the cup of coffee her mother took away from her before her bath. Frowning as she realized it had gone cold. But she was trapped between two older sisters who were trying to tame her hair with their familiar touch.

“You do understand this is a big deal, don’t you?” her mother was walking toward her, taking her youngest hands in hers, stroking them as she stared into her daughter's eyes so that she could try to get a sense of what she was feeling.

Each of her children were an element: her first born daughter was the ocean open and calm some days, other days stormy and wild with layers of secrets. Her only son was fire, fierce and full of passion for all things until it burned up or took another, her third child was Earth, born with a mothers soul and full of gold, and then there was Vialou, air. The one who blew this way and that but gave everyone breath. Her youngest girl was special but restless in life.

“I am going to be an excellent wife. I did a reading, I know this is right.`` She trusted the guidance of those before her, spirits and tokens she had learned from her family. Vialou consulted these things in all her decisions, believed in them and knew the power that was in them.

“We are always here for you Lou.” her middle sister said, the words that calmed her and made her reach for her sister's hands. All of them were wrapped up in each other, knowing that their bond was strong and could carry their sister through the good times and bad of her marriage.

Forty minutes later Vialou was dressed in the deep v-neck dress, the skirts flowy and long, her shoulders bare but then sleeves belled out hiding her hands if she kept them down at her side. Vialou was barefoot, her hair in a ponytail with a few pieces she had already pulled out. Her fingernails were a deep burgundy that matched the bouquet she held of purple flowers.

Vialou was calm, ready when there was a knock on the door. Her eyes lifted, as a producer walked in holding a silver bag with black tissue paper coming from it. It matched too well and she wanted to make fun of it but she was too curious. Setting down her bouquet away from everyone she reached for the bag.

“The card-” her sister's voice was drowned out in the sound of tissue paper ripping. Vialou opened the box inside, eyes widening as she pulled out a velvet ribbon where there was a moon shape hanging down and from the tip of the crescent moon was a teardrop of a moonstone.

She turned, trying to tie it around her neck but her sister was reaching out to help her, securing the ribbon as Vialou absentmindedly touched it, trying not to outwardly show how much it meant to her.

The card was given and Vialou knew they wanted to have her read it out loud, part of her craved the first note to be private but she was on a show and knew the cameras wanted to see everything.

‘Stranger,

The ebb and flow of life has made it so that we will meet for the first time at the altar but know this, I know you from my dreams.

XX’

The words hung in the air before her oldest sister let out a snort, the romantic moment suddenly gone as she realized that she was being filmed and everyone could clearly read the openness of her face.

“Well, good for you Lou-Lou. You found someone as wild as you are.” Vialou smirked at that, turning back to pick up her bouquet, tucking the letter into her dress so she could have the words close to her skin.

“I don’t want to be late, let's go.” Her family all exchanged a look at her sudden commitment to time but followed her dutifully as she stepped out of the hotel room, headed to get married.

Nikki was pacing around the room, his palms sweaty as he constantly seemed to wipe them on his trousers. He was worried about this whole process suddenly, worried that he would be paired with someone who wasn’t his soulmate. Nikki wanted his forever with someone who made his heart thump and the idea of being with someone who didn’t meet that definition made him worried.

“Nikki, this is a gift from the bride.” He looked at the producer as he was handed a package that felt pretty big compared to the small silver bag he had sent. He opened the card smiling at the loopy writing that seemed to have taken forever to do.

He could imagine his bride sitting there with her pen, each letter carefully shaped as she wrote him the first note of their relationship. It felt like a big deal as he traced the letters one by one.

‘To My Husband,

One thing you should know about me is I love a good meal. I can’t wait to see what we cook up together. Though you don’t know me, we will soon be husband and wife. How strange and fantastic that is! I can’t wait to learn all your favorite things and try all the exciting things life has in store for us as Mr. and Mrs…. whatever your name is. I can’t wait to be your bride.

You soon to be wife’

Wife. One word had Nikki rattled, smirking as he looked at his friends who could see just how excited the man was over one word. He was tearing into the gift, smiling when he saw a cutting board and knife set, a practical gift that he could use in the home he would have with his soon to be wife.

He was also relieved it wasn’t a bottle of booze, like the one Vince had gotten. Him and Tommy were currently sharing the bottle in the fancy glasses. Nikki was thankful she hadn't sent him alcohol, that would have been an awkward situation.

“A knife set? Is she going to kill you with that?” Vince teased, he said it good natured trying to get Nikki to loosen up.

Vince was in his white tuxedo, a pink rose pinned to his jacket as he stood next to Nikki who was in an all black suit, except for the deep red velvet blazer he was wearing. Tommy had opted for an all black suit, no tie or anything and his shirt unbuttoned the first few buttons. He was wearing the ‘Don’t Get cold feet’ socks his bride had sent over and had the folded up crane she had given him in his pocket.

All three men were feeling different about marriage and yet they were all in the room together trying to provide each other some support. But the other two knew how serious Nikki was taking this and how he was worried about how the wedding would go and how the bride would react when she couldn’t have a champagne toast at her own wedding. It was layers or worry.

“Are you going to consummate your marriage?” Vince asked, wagging his eyebrows at the bassist. “I am a gentleman and going to wait until the honeymoon but-”

“Like hell you’ll wait.” Tommy interjected, “If you have the chance you’ll be all in. All of us will.” Tommy looked at Nikki for backup on the topic but Nikki shook his head, rubbing his chin as he turned away.

He was still stressed out about the wedding, he couldn’t even begin to think about what would happen after the wedding.

Carrie smoother the front of her dress, looking in the mirror as she looked at the chiffon one sleeve gown. Her dress was one long sleeve of lace with dusty rose colored lace flowers that bloomed down the sleeve and lace bodie until the thick layers of chiffon skirt that lifted when she spun. Her brown hair was pulled back in a french twist and she found herself staring as her best friend came behind her, pinning the veil into her hair.

“Do you feel like a bride now?” the girl asked her softy. Carrie tried to smile but it was only her friend who was in the bridal suite with her.

Her family had all decided not to come and though her friends had agreed to come and see her get married they were judgemental about everything. The picked on Carrie, asking her if she was ready to get married asking her what she could really bring to the table in a marriage, making her doubt her self worth.

But Carrie was forging ahead, ready emotionally to be a good partner to her soon to be spouse. She knew her menial job couldn’t financially provide them with a future but she wanted to be a team, pick up slack in other areas to be a well rounded couple. Her life was boring, living the same day after day but now she was ready to have a true experience.

“Carrie?” her eyes lifted to the producer, who offered her a kind smile as she came into the room holding a small gift bag. “I’m just here to drop off your gift.” Carrie thanked her, taking the gift and moving towards the bed. As she sat down she saw in chicken scratch on the front of the card ‘open gift first’.

She pulled open the bag and saw four things: one was a piece of cloth, the date embroidered in a deep midnight blue thread, the next was a pearl hair clip, there was a pick for a guitar that was dipped in gold and added to a bracelet like a charm, and there was a small box with a gold clip that was in the shape of a heart with a ruby to in it.

‘Hey fiance,

I’m sorry that we didn’t meet in a conventional way but I still wanted you to have the wedding experience of your dreams. If this isn’t it I promise for our one year anniversary we can have a big do over with all our friends and family cheering for us again.

There are four things for your gift to follow the traditional something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. My mother helped me with this and embroidered our wedding date, you can wrap it around your flowers or pin it to the hem of your dress. The pearl clip was worn by my mother and my grandmother on their wedding day. I thought it would be a nice something borrowed so you can see you’re already welcome to my family and they are yours as well as mine. The bracelet is your something old and something new. The pick is a hint at my passion, it’s a pick that I’ve kept from my first concert in my band. I thought you could have it for something old. The ruby heart is just something pretty for your something new. I read in a magazine that it’s supposed to inspire emotion.

I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the aisle. I already know you’re going to be the most beautiful bride.

Your patiently waiting groom’

Carrie was in awe, her eyes watering with tears as she touched all the thoughtful pieces that he had picked for her. The way that he was including her in his family and going out of his way to make this non traditional wedding as traditional as possible. Her heart felt like it was going to burst.

Her friend was heading over, shielding her from the cameras for a second as she picked up the pearl hair piece, sliding it in place as Carrie realized it was time to pull herself together. She felt calmer now knowing that she may not have the support she had wanted going into this but she had the support of a whole new group of people she was thrilled to meet.

Melody dry heaved over the toilet, having drank a bit too much last night and now faced with the impossible task of getting married to a stranger she was feeling the pre wedding jitters hard. She wiped at her mouth with a towel, thankful she hadn't applied her lipstick yet.

She stood up, smoothing out the form fitting silk dress, making sure the pleats and draping looked okay as she saw her appearance in the bathroom mirror. Quickly she pinched her cheeks, trying to bring life back into her face.

The whole wedding planning had been stressful for Melody. She had felt nagged from her friends and family, everyone asking questions she didn’t have answers to. The only thing that made it any better was that she was able to make her own wedding cake. It was something she had always dreamt of doing and making her dream a reality was outstanding.

“Mel?” her Aunt’s voice was gentle as she knocked, “The groom brought you a gift.” she had to pull herself together.

Stepping out she smiled softly at her friends and family who all were gathered around. She had a glass of champagne pressed into her hand, the hope that some liquid courage was going to make her feel better. She saw a large bouquet of white lilies and pink roses, some hydrangages and baby breath mixed in to make the larger than life flower display even more breathtaking.

Despite having been in a few committed relationships in her life no man had ever bought flowers for her before. The display was gorgeous and she could feel her manicure biting into her palms as she tried not to cry.

“They’re gorgeous.” her mother offered the compliment, taking her daughter's hand as she nodded, touching a blooming petal.

It was soft under her finger and she smirked, heart thundering as she found an envelope tucked into the bouquet. Wrapping her fingers around it she pulled it from the blooms. Her mother guided her to sit down as she opened the small card

‘Hey honey,

I hope honey isn’t too vague of a nickname but I swear when I see you I’ll know if it works or if I can call you something else. I also know flowers must seem like a lame gift but I thought jewelry is so personal. I want to know all about you before buying you something because jewelry should be worn often and I want you to only wear what you’re happy in. And I want to make you happy.

Can’t wait to meet you, honey!

Your busy bee soon to be hubby’

Melody laughed out loud at the cheesy nicknames but she also liked how he was so confident in coming up with a name for her. She liked that he seemed to know himself and was confident. It was exactly the type of person that she had asked for.

“I like how he writes. It makes me feel excited and like the experts gave me exactly what I wanted.” she said to her family, watching them all seem to collectively breathe a sigh of relief. They knew her too well, knew how she could get lost in her head sometimes and over analyze a situation. They were thankful that even though it was out of character she was jumping into this marriage and trying to experience her life.

Melody picked one of the lilies out of the vase, tucking it among the blossoms of her own bouquet as she inhaled the deep scent, smiling.

“I’m ready to head down now.”

“No way am I sleeping with her tonight. That would be way too pushy and make her uncomfortable. I won’t even sleep in the same bed if she doesn’t want to.” Duff was fighting with Slash about the wedding night as the three boys from GNR got ready to walk down the aisle to their new life.

“She’s your wife.” Izzy spoke up, pulling off the tie he had been perfecting the knot in and undoing the top button of his jacket as he rolled his shoulders feeling much more comfortable now, “What are you going to do when they say you can kiss your bride? Give her a high five?” Slash laughed at this, amused that after being silent most of the morning that Izzy had stepped up to pick on Duff.

Duff however was now very concerned about if he was supposed to kiss his stranger bride or not and trying to not panic as he over thought the whole situation. But as he panicked there was a knock on the door and a producer came in holding three gifts in their hand.

Izzy was handed a small box wrapped in navy blue paper with a thin gold bow tied around it, there was no card with the gift and he was thankful for the small miracle that he wouldn’t have to read intimate words aloud. But he was momentarily terrified as he thought about the girl he was going to marry, having to read the words he had written for her out loud.

It was all a bit much for him. He was still struggling with being filmed, shutting down and being quiet for longer durations of time than even he normally did. His privacy was something that he cherished, so going in front of cameras and baring so much of himself made him uneasy, unsure if he was doing the right thing.

But Izzy believed in soulmates and he believed in soulmate timing, where two people were brought together at the exact moment the universe wished. He thought this could be the moment where the stars aligned and he was given the love of his life by some force out there. But there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to verbalize this to a camera.

He pulled the ribbon, opening the box and saw a raw cut kunzite stone, on the end of a long silver chain. His heart thundered, this insight into the person he was going to be with, giving him such a-

“Why do you have that pink stone? Did she return your gift?” Slash was laughing as Izzy turned, glaring as he shoved the gift in his pocket, annoyed by the man's words about something so precious.

But he knew he needed to take the attention off himself because the way Duff was looking at him made it clear he was wearing his feelings on his face. Izzy was quick to shove on his sunglasses, lighting up a cigarette and shoving his hand in his pocket to touch the precious stone he had been gifted.

“What did you get?” Slash turned to the package, a brown wooden box, which he opened to find a bottle of whiskey, and custom cut crystal glasses. A note was on top of the bottle, which he quickly picked up to read.

‘To my stranger,

I guess you’re as crazy as me. I figured you’d need a drink to help calm some of your nerves before meeting me at the end of the aisle. Thanks for doing this process. I can’t wait to meet you and get to know you.

Yours,

_ _ _ _ _ _’

He smirked at the slashes, the hint of her name that wasn’t the full thing still made his stomach tighten in excitement. He was trying to play it cool but it was hard to do when he was growing excited about everything.

“Pop the bottle, pour us all a glass.” Izzy said, turning from Slash to Duff who was fingering the white wrapping paper. “Are you getting second thoughts, Duff?” the blonde shook his head, smirking in a way that he did when he was anxious. He was trying not to have a panic attack on camera and could use the drink Slash was offering him.

As he sipped heavily he pulled out the card, smiling as he saw a smiley face in red ink drawn inside a heart on the front. It was simple, silly and he appreciated the childish drawing from his soon to be bride.

‘Hey you,

I wanted to give you something to capture this experience through your own eyes, to be able to tell your own story, and to selfishly let me see how you view the word. I can’t wait to meet you and get to start the walk of life as your wife. I’m hoping we become fast friends and eventually find love in that.

See you soon!’

Duff liked that she wasn’t rushing things. He liked how she wanted to be his friend first and wasn’t talking about how they were going to have to hit a million milestones as husband and wife. They were going to start as friends and he loved that.

Ripping the corner of the package open he smirked as he saw that inside of it was a polaroid camera. Something simple but would be a great tool to make memories with his soon to be bride. He liked the thoughtfulness of the idea, how she was giving him another outlet to show his experience. It wasn’t the usual gift and he found himself attracted to that.

“Do you think she’ll let you take pictures of her tonight?” Slash ribbed, making Duff roll his eyes as he loaded the camera, standing in front of the hotel mirror, he took his first picture.

Maria was shining like the diamond that she absolutely knew that she was. Her dress was form fitting, corset bodice draped in sheer beaded fabric. It hugged her body and had a layer coimh down to give her an elegant train. It looked like she had stepped out of a bridal magazine. Her best friends were all around her, wrapped in their silky black bridesmaid gowns and holding red rose bouquets.

She wanted her wedding to be elegant and romantic, nothing overtly fancy other than herself of course. She wanted everything to be a simple background and herself and her husband to be, whoever he was to be the shining star of the night.

As she slid on her shoes, ready to head down to where she would walk down the aisle, she was thinking about her family. They had been skeptical about this and said they didn't want to be filmed or anything until they met this person and had some knowledge of who their daughter was marrying. Though it still hurt that she was going to have to walk herself down the aisle.

“Delivery.” she looked up as a producer walked in with several packages. “Seems your groom wants you to know how spoiled you’re going to be.” Maria blinked, as everything was set down, her cheeks warming as she watched all the things sit there in their ivory wrapping paper with gold bows all carefully done.

She saw a bottle of champagne and instantly her friends took it from her, topping off everyones glass as she moved to read the card that came with the packages.

‘My stranger,

I don’t know about what life was like before for you but now you’re going to be my world and I promise you that everyday you;ll feel cherished and special because of it. Here are just a few small things for you today as you get to be a bride for the first time.

Your stranger’

Maria was excited, handing the note over as her curious friends over analyzed everything from the way he wrote to the expensive stationary he had jotted his note down on. She moved towards the gifts lifting the biggest one first and untying the bow. She smirked, inside was a pair of white pajams, silky with feathers on the cuffs and hems, in a pink swirly script ‘Mrs.’ was done. Inside the next box was a few face masks, skincare items and things for her to unwind with tonight. The last and smallest box made her gasp so loud her friends stumbled out of bed to see what she was looking at. A tennis bracelet laid with diamonds shimmered in the hotel lights.

“Holy-”

“He has to be rich!.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Her friends all were talking over themselves as Maria slid the bracelet on her left hand, the same hand her husband would be putting a ring on within the hour. She was overwhelmed with the gifts he had given her, the way he had made it known he was going to treat her well.

She couldn’t wait to be his wife.

Nora was chain smoking on the balcony, not yet in her dress but in full glam with her makeup and hair done. She was more nervous than she wanted to admit and was worried about her future. The cameras were getting ready in the hall to film so as she sat alone in her room, all her friends already downstairs and no family there to support her she was supposed to get on her dress herself.

Her whole life had been by herself so she was now afraid of what it would be like to share that with someone. She wanted to get married but she was wondering now if marrying a stranger was the best way to get her happily ever after.

“Nora, do you need help?” the producer knocked on the door as she stepped out of the room, saying she could use help getting in the dress.

When the producer walked in she was holding a small silver bag that she left on the table, a card with ‘Mrs. XXX’ was written on the outside and she knew this must be a gift from her groom. She was curious but knew she would have to be filmed opening it so she complied in getting her gown on. It was a sheer bodice dress, a few crystals and lace covered her breasts but didn’t leave much to the imagination before cut tulle gave way to a long slit that showed off most of her leg. Nora wore high heels that made her usual short frame grow and no veil.

“You look gorgeous, Nora.” the producer said, feeling sorry for the girl who was alone. But Nora didn’t care. She was slipping into the bathroom, brushing her teeth. She nearly jumped as she came back out and saw the camera crews all set up.

The producer told her to open the gift now and Nora grabbed it, opening the card as she smiled down at the letter written in thick black ink. She was a sucker for a good pen.

‘Hello soon to be Mrs. XXX,

I wanted to give you something personal and unique. A gift that I can give you on all our anniversaries for the next fifty sixty, seventy years. I made this last week, envisioning my bride and I already know you’re going to be better than any dreams or images I’ve imagined. I had gotten you other gifts but apparently we can’t know each other's names and personalized gifts with our last name will have to wait until tomorrow or tonight, if we’re not too tired. But I’m looking forward to giving you something to look forward to everyday.

Mr.XXX’

Nora had chills running down her spine and was thinking over and over about the sentence ‘tonight, if we’re not too tired’. Was her husband already flirting with her or was he just saying their wedding day was going to take a lot out of them?

She moved to open her gift, a bottle of perfume that was called ‘Love Story’. It was a cliche name and she wanted to roll her eyes but she was too busy spraying it on her wrists, inhaling the scent of clementine oranges, vanilla, and daisies. It was beautiful and perfect, like the smell of her daydreams. This was going to be what she looked forward to for years to come. A gift that would always remind them of their wedding day.

And he had made this for her.

Nora didn’t know who her husband was going to be but at the gift he gave her, she was already starting to fall for him.

Next Time on married at first sight…we will see three of our couples step up to the altar and say ‘I Do’ to a stranger. The couples will go through a wedding with their stranger, doing their first dance, photos, and a wedding night. Will it be all silver bells and a bright future for these young couples? Or are sparks going to fly and start a fire that will burn before it starts? We’ll find out next time on Married at First Sight.

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Request: @multi-fandom-fanfic I'm so sorry it took me so long but now the second part is done. 🥴💚 I think it's still a open end so you can decide on your own how the story ends. 😌 (I really can't say why I like open ends more, so sorry for that hehe)

Pairing: Suna x Reader, mention of Osamu

Genre: angst, fluff ( Part 1)

Warning: Manga spoiler

Words: 4.540

Your tears flow down your cheeks as you run away from Suna. From his nasty words, which he had said right into your face some second ago. Calling you, his long-time girlfriend, a crazy, annoying stalker… That hurts...

His cold and distant eyes have made it clear to you that you should disappear. But why is it so hard to forget him? The question is simple to answer because you love him. Because you don’t want to admit that he really meant his words the same way.

Still you run, don’t look forward when you bump into something big. Something… or better said someone.

“Eh dude, watch ou- oh, oh hi… What’re ya doing here?”

His expression changes within seconds from an annoyed man to an old good friend who is happy to see you again after almost nine months. But his smile, those dark eyes, and his warm hands on your shoulders quickly fade when he sees how upset you are.

“Osamu I-”

“Hey, come in, kay?” Says the probably more mature one of the two Miya brothers, as he looks around left and right and pushes you into his shop, before he takes in the big sign, which was placed on the street with all the dishes of the day, and turns the open sign to closed.

Somewhat lost, you stand in the room, keep your arms crossed in front of your body, and look around the shop. It’s been a while since you were here. Actually, it was before the breakup with Suna, where Osamu and all of you watched a game of the Japanese national team together in his shop.

“So you’re still alive, huh?”

You hear Osamu behind you as he puts a hand on your lower back and pushes you slightly forward, telling you to sit down. Nodding, you go to a small table where two people can eat and sit down. Osamu hands you a handkerchief from his pocket so you can wipe away your tears before he puts a glass of water on your table and sits down next to you.

“I’m sorry, I… It was just difficult for me to come here… You know, Suna was almost always here and it just hurts…”

You know he doesn’t want an apology from you, but you still want to explain it to him. You were only here with Suna. Osamu is also your friend, but for every celebration, Suna would have been there and just at the beginning of the breakup, that was too much for you. It’s still hard for you to keep seeing him at games. It constantly remembers you that all the beautiful times with him is just a nice memory now. But you promised him back then to support him, and you still want that, even if it hurts.

“Well, it’s okay. I get it. But at least ya could have answered my messages, you know?” With a friendly smile, he tries to disguise his serious words, and he succeeds.

“You’re still at each of his games, right?”

“I - yes…”

“Damn, this idiot’s really lucky… Ya know, you deserve better. Think about yerself, not him.”

He clicks his tongue before leaning back in the chair and looking at you. He had never understood the reason for your breakup. Actually, not one of Suna’s friends had. They were all confused. To this day, it remains a mystery to him what his true motives are.

He still watches you clench the handkerchief firmly in your hand, before you drink your water glass empty and look at the clock. If you want to go home? Should he stop you? Keep comforting you? After all, nine months have passed and you still seem to love Suna. So it must be a horrible time for you. He should be a good friend and help you get on other thoughts now that you’re here. But before he can say a word, you open your mouth.

“Where are my manners? You were about to close the store, weren’t you? I don’t want to keep you out of your free time.”

You sniff when you look behind Osamu and notice a group picture of you all, with Suna and you as a couple. Even here, everything reminds you of your time together. The time as a happy couple.

“Ah no, it’s all right. I -”

“No, no, please. I think I should go. But I promise you, next time I’ll answer your message. Thank you, thank you for the time you took for my well being.” You interrupt him and get up, walk towards the shop door with quick steps, followed by Osamu, who goes outside with you.

“Are ya sure? I mean, you’re welcome to stay. You must be hungry, right?”

“Thanks Osamu, but I’m not hungry. Next time, I promise.”

You answer him with a smile, hug him goodbye and give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek before turning around and going home. It won’t hurt to hang out with him. As long as you two are alone. Maybe he also knows the reason why Suna stopped loving you. Maybe you can fix it that way.

After the little kiss, Osamu grins stupidly, is a little surprised, as he makes a half turn and touches the cheek, on which your lips were before. “See ya next time.” He whispers softly, before he shakes his head smiling and froze a short time later when he looks up. Because in front of him is his old friend. The man who broke your heart.

Osamu imagines that for a second he did not see that monotonous, indifferent look on Suna’s face. He imagines that Suna had an almost frightened expression for a blink of an eye, wounded, when he saw you with Osamu.

“You… You’re dating my ex?” He asks irritated, and looks at your disappearing silhouette.

Actually, he was the one who dumped you out of nowhere, ignored you, and suddenly realized he didn’t love you anymore. So Suna shouldn’t care if he’s dating you or not. Even if his boyfriend’s ex is probably taboo.

“Eh no we-“

“It’s okay… I don’t care for that girl.”

“That… girl? The hell? So you’re telling me ya wouldn’t mind if I went out with the woman you’ve been dating since childhood?”

“Yeah, do whatever you want.” It comes out of Suna without hesitation, before he shrugs his shoulders indifferently, his hands in his pockets.

“Ya wouldn’t mind if we kiss, if I tell her I love her, and if we would sleep together?”

“Like I said... Do whatever you want.” This time his answer is not as determined as before. At least Osamu wants to convince himself of it. Because he just can’t understand his friend.

“Awesome. Then, I gotta call her today and ask her if she wanna go out with me. Maybe we’ll add some Netflix and chill.” Again Osamu tries to lure him out of the reserve, and again Suna does not even flinch.

“Do you want to go on with it, or do I get the portion of Onigiri that you should put back for me?”

“Yeah… Well, wait. Gotta go, get the food for ya.”

Only his thumb stops him from pressing the small call icon on his phone. One last time, he goes through the conversation with Suna in his head. He remembers the words of his friend after giving him the food. Osamu had asked him about the real reason for the breakup. This time he wasn’t satisfied with a simple “I don’t love her anymore”. He wanted to know the real reason so he wouldn’t feel guilty about going out with his buddy’s ex-girlfriend. At least that was the version Osamu told Suna hoping he would buy it from him. And other than expected, he got the real reason.

“I broke up with her because I saw how much this life in the spotlight ruins her. I could see it in her eyes. She was scared, sad, had little sleep. She needs another life, one that I can’t give her.”

“Don’t ya think you should’ve talked to her about it? There is always a solution.”

“No, she would have denied it. She would have tried to play it down that it was okay. She’d never admit it. But that doesn’t matter. As I said, I don’t love her anymore. “

“Ya don’t love her anymore… That’s why you’re trying hard to keep her away from you, trying to be as disgusting as possible to her, so she hates ya?”

“Yes, I don’t care about her.” He had said this sentence with such an odd look, Osamu is still thinking about what this look should mean, before he shakes his head and presses the button. Maybe Suna realizes that he cares about you when he sees you two together.

“Hello Osamu, did you want to try whether I really stick to my word, to not ignore you?” You laugh on the other side. But if he listens more closely, he hears that you are sad.

“Yeah, so ya know, I was actually wondering if you might have time tomorrow. I’d like to do something with ya and… And just wanna talk if that’s okay with ya.” For a long time, he hears nothing on the other line. Not even your breathing. Maybe you’re not on the phone anymore? But then he hears your voice again.

“Yes, sure. Where and when should I be there?”

“Tomorrow at four in the afternoon in front of my shop?”

“Alright, sounds good. See you tomorrow, Osamu..” With these words you say goodbye to him a second time today, not knowing what awaits you tomorrow. Would you have gone into the meeting if you had known what he was going to tell you there, what he was going to do? You don’t know, because if you hadn’t gone into the meeting, your feelings wouldn’t be so upset, strange and confused today.

Because after your meeting, three games of Suna have already passed, in which you were not on the stand to cheer Suna. You went to Osamu’s store, watched the game from there. Today is the fourth game, a game to which Osamu had invited you to his home. He posted a selfie of you and him together on his couch in his group chat, with the words “Good luck, from my charming seat neighbor and me.” his arm tightly wrapped around you. He wanted nothing more than to reach Suna’s attention with the picture, which he apparently succeeded.

Because for the entire game, Suna looked distracted, almost absent, until he was replaced and was told to take a rest on the bench. For the remaining game time, he didn’t come back as a player. Also, he is not present at the press conference. His coach apologizes and tells the people that Suna should visit the doctor because of an alleged harmless injury. With this injury, which is not described further, they also excused his performance today.

You observe the press conference, worrying about Suna, which Osamu notices. Suna is so lucky... He has a woman who loves him more than anything, who, although he treated her badly, would stand behind him and support him. Why is he ruining all this? He does not realize that his decision, which he had made for your benefit, was actually nothing but selfishly, because he ignored your feelings. If only he talked to you.

Osamu is looking for the right words to cheer you up, to get you somehow on other thoughts, when his mobile phone vibrates next to him, before he looks at his screen for a brief moment.

Suna is angry with herself. Angry that his feelings had influenced him while playing. He had to think of this picture, how close Osamu was to you. Osamu had really not hesitated and called you directly. Suna thought it was just a bluff that his friend had just told him all the stuff to pull him out of the wall he had built. He never thought he’d put his words into action.

Suna had to think about how you celebrate each of the points his team had scored. Did Osamu hug you? Did you even kiss? The thought alone makes him sick. Every point has made him more restless. It was probably better that his coach had sent him home. Home, where he should go now, but his legs lead him to a small detour past Osamu’s apartment.

He only notices the fact that he stands in front of the building where his friend lives when he stands in front of the entrance. Through the bright window, he can look into the living room. It’s almost ironic that he’s the one watching you through a window now.

His throat is dry, his chest heavy when he sees you both sitting on the couch. The press conference is still going on in the background, but you two have not been looking there for a long time. Your eyes are fixed on Osamu, his on yours. Far too familiar, he strokes your cheek, is much too close to you. Suna feels like he’s about to throw up.

He didn’t want to drag you away because he hates you. He wanted you as far away from him as possible because he can’t stand to see you. Because he always loved you. For so many years… It hurts to see you so close to him and not to touch you, to not feel your warm and soft skin.

Suna wanted to convince himself that he wanted to see you happy, but actually he has to admit that he was selfish, because deep inside, he was relieved that you were there, even if you were sad. Then seeing you every time he plays has shown him that you still stand behind him, that you are still there, that you’re still paying attention to him. Never would you let him down, no matter what he’s trying to do. No matter how badly he treats you.

Suna knows he should be happy for you when you have found your new happiness and let you go. Let you live the life you deserve. But why can’t he leave you behind, accept that you’re happy with Osamu now?

It’s too easy to say. He can’t because he realized in the first game where you were not there that you were ready to leave your relationship behind, that you actually perceive your relationship as a memory. He can’t accept it because he wants to be in Osamu’s place. Suna can’t see you happy with another man. It tears him apart to see the woman he loves continue her path without him, even though you have a good right to do so. But he can’t let you go. Even if he should.

His eyes are still fixed on you as his foot steps back, but he stops in his movement when he sees Osamu coming closer and closer to your face how he tells you something, before you close your eyes. Between your lips, there’s almost no space left.

Go… Stay… Suna’s feelings struggle with his mind. Let her be happy. Stop her. He can’t…

“Okay, now listen to me. My camera outside the front door has a motion sensor that notifies me as soon as someone stands in front of my door. Suna is standing outside right now, and I’m pretty sure it’s because of the photo that I put in our group. Well more because of you. Just do me this one favor and play along now and close yer eyes, okay?”

You can’t follow Osamu’s words at first, still trying to understand them as he gets closer and closer to you. Why is Suna here? Why isn’t he with the doctor as described by his coach? Was Osamu right about what he told you several weeks ago? Is it true that Suna still loves you? That he’s here would prove that he cares about you. But what exactly is Osamu up to?

Although you don’t understand what Osamu is aiming for, you close your eyes, hear the couch below you make a creaking sound as Osamu approaches you before you sense his breath on your lips. Is he trying to kiss you? Osamu wanted to help you get back together with Suna, so what’s he doing here? And why are you suddenly so warm, why do his touches feel so pleasant? Is it because you two have spent so much time together in the last few weeks that he has become someone so familiar to you? Or maybe you… No.

And yet, you do not avoid the kiss, want to give in to it as the loud bell of his front door makes you both startle.

Osamu looks at the door with a sly grin before he folds his hands in front of him in an apologetic gesture and bows to you.

“I’m so terribly sorry for what just happened.” He stutters with reddened cheeks, almost like a small school child. Somehow, he thought it would be a good idea to kiss you to make Suna jealous, but he has to admit that he is almost disappointed that it did not come to the kiss. A confession that he should never say out loud. After all, he wants you and his friend to be happy again.

“O- okay?” You answer him completely confused and look after him as he goes to the door when he plays as if he’s startled to see Suna.

“Suna? What are you doing here, shouldn’t y-”

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine. I -, are you alone?” Asks Suna rhetorically, because he already knows the answer.

Hesitantly, you come to meet the two men, notice how you suddenly feel uncomfortable again, heavy and sad. Confused, mad, glad, angry and so much at once. Seeing Suna hurts you so much that you want to run away. For his words are still deep in your ears. “You’re like a crazy stalker”.

Close to tears, you notice how a warm hand lies down on your shoulder, before you’re looking to the side in Osamu’s smiling face.

“Eh, I put the pic of us in the group Suna, of course I’m not alone. Why?”

Suna studies your form, and for the first time in a long you see a suffering Suna in front of you. His green eyes, which were always so beautiful, look tired. They look so sad and lost.

“Can, can I talk to you?”

“I don’t know what you want to talk about with a crazy stalker.”

You answer him and it feels like a slap in the face. Of course, these words have remained in your memory. He himself could hardly bring them over his lips. How much they must have hurt you. He was an asshole, still is, for bothering you and his best friend to finally find happiness. Suna didn’t deserve to ask for forgiveness, to ask if you see a chance at both of you having a fresh start, finding a way together against all these paparazzi.

“My bad, you’re right. I’ll be at the store tomorrow after practice, Osamu. Can you put a portion of ramen back?”

Suna changes the subject with a bitter undertone when he glances at his friend, don’t dare to look at you and turns around to leave the apartment?

“Hey, wait, where are ya going?” Osamu tries to stop him but Suna’s steps become faster.

“You heard my coach. I have to see the doctor. So, bye.” He says goodbye with a waving gesture, does not look back anymore, when Osamu’s words make him stop.

“Just admit that you still love her. Rintarou, you love her and you can’t bear to see us both together. Admit it at last.”

He knows, he knows Osamu is right, but what’s the point of telling you he loves you? Osamu and you wanted to kiss earlier. You probably won’t like to hear his confession. Maybe you would laugh about his stupidness.

“Rin, is that true… Is it true what Osamu says?” Your voice is shaking. Suna hears that you have tears in your eyes, even though he doesn’t see you. He would recognize that trembling undertone in your voice again and again. Please stop crying, he thinks, trying to fight with himself to tell you the truth as he flinches when your hand grabs his wrist.

“Rintarou, is it true th-” Even before you can finish your sentence, Suna turns around, looking at you tired as he breathes deeply and opens his mouth.

“Even if it’s true, it wouldn’t matter. We have no future together.”

“That was not the question!” You scream suddenly, and don’t care that your tears run down your cheeks and drip on the floor. With your little freak-out, Suna’s eyes grow big before he pulls himself back together. How can he stay strong when he sees you like this? He can’t keep quiet anymore.

“I always have to think about you, how nice it would be to be next to you now, how calming it is to hear your heartbeat. I hate to see you so sad on the edge of the game, knowing I’m the reason. The breakup was just for your best. You should be happy without those cameras in your face. But the truth is, I hate it even more to see you happy with someone else. Is that what you want to hear?!” Unusually for Suna, he also gets louder and louder, and Osamu considers whether it would not be smarter to intervene.

“I -”

“Yes, yes, I still love you! I never stopped loving you! And I want you back in my life. I want to find a way with you so that you can deal with the cameras without having to be afraid. I want-” Suna falls silent as the loud sound of a slap rings through the hallway. You had actually slapped him, a blow that had a lot of strength, because his cheek is reddened, throbbing mightily when he grabs his skin and looks at you silently.

“Stop, stop it, okay… You tell me you love me, only to break up with me a day later. Ignore my calls, my messages, call me a crazy stalker just to tell me again that you did all this just to protect me? And at the same time tell me that you still love me and want me back? Do you know how I felt the whole time, how I feel now? How painful all of this is for me? Don’t do this to me, when you’re not sure about your feelings!”

You cry, and Suna does not dare to step forward to take you in his arms, even if he would want nothing more than that. He can only imagine how bad all this must have been for you. Now he knows that what he did to you was anything but a feat.

His hand trembles slightly as he stretches it forward to reach for you, to comfort you, but you dodge him. Another bitter slap in the face for him that he deserved.

“So you want to tell me that you love me and want to be with me?”

From your mouth the words sound so bitter and silly. Because it’s just stupid of him to talk about love again after all he’s done to you. But it’s enough with the excuses now.

“Yes, yes, I do. I don’t know if there’s any way you’re gonna get used to these cameras and paparazzi someday, but I want to try.” He answers, still with his hands up in your direction.

“To try? Rintarou, I don’t want to try anything. My feelings are not there to play with them. I don’t want to get hurt like that again. I also have feelings, feelings that you confuse over and over again! I- I can’t…” You sniff before you look at your bag and jacket hanging in the hallway at the wardrobe and reaching for them.

This is too much for you. How Suna confesses his love for you, about which you should be happy, but it just makes you angry. You’re so disappointed he didn’t talk to you before. That he had decided everything alone. But you’re also mad at Osamu, who’s trying to stop you from going outside crying. Who has been caring for you lately, who somehow has become more and more important to you. All this confuses you. It gets too much for you and you just want to leave. Just be alone.

Silently, you apologize to Osamu as you run past Suna and grab the door handle. But you can’t open the door when two arms wrap around you, squeezing you tight. Brown, soft hair lies on your neck and you feel the warmth of Suna on your body as he buries his head further into the crook of your neck.

“Please don’t go. Please, I love you. I can’t be without you. Please give me one last chance. Please…”

Never has his voice been so shaky, or was it his body that trembled so much? Probably both. You hear him sniffing, breathing hard. Is he crying right now? Suna Rintarou? You can’t remember a moment you saw him cry in all the years you two were together. He always had his emotions under control. But there’s nothing to see of that right now.

“Please, if I could, I’d take back everything I said, but I can’t. I can only try to straighten it out. If I could, I’d go back to the day you told me you’d always support me, whether I go for the career of a pro volleyball player or not, and I would have decided against it if I had known that my career takes away everything I care about. And that’s you. I would-”

“Rin… please stop… I never wanted you to give up your career because of me. You love your sport and you’re so good at it. I just wanted you to talk to me, that we go our way together no matter what…”

He still holds you tight in his arms as you put your hand on his arms to signal him to let you go. And that’s what he does. Your expression is still sad, but also worried when you seek eye contact with him, when he looks ashamed to the side, about the fact that he had shown his feelings openly earlier. But your hands pull his face in your direction, make him stare at you when you smile sadly.

“Does that mean you’re gonna give me one last chance?”

“I don’t know, but… I can’t answer that today. And also not tomorrow… But maybe you could take me home today.” He smiles, relieved at the words, because they mean that you do not give up on him. At least as a friend, hopefully as his girlfriend at some point in the future.

“Yes, yes, of course. I would be happy to take you home.”

“Okay.” You whisper quietly before you put on your jacket and turn to Osamu, when a silent “thank you” forms your lips as he shows you a thumb up, and remains satisfied in his suddenly so quiet now so lonely apartment.

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