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wonyui · 1 year

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ENEMIES TO WHAT? | K.CW

PAIRINGS Kim!Chaewon x F!Reader

SUMMARY You knew the exact buttons to push when it came to getting on Chaewon's nerves. Funny enough, it seems all her attention is now on you after catching her ex in the same party the both of you were in. Just how far is she willing to go in order to piss her ex off?

GENRE WLW, one-shot, enemies to lovers, fluffish(?), romance ig, jealousy, mentions of name calling and swearing, LOTS OF SWEARING beware

"You're staring again." Your best friend Yunjin sighed in disapproval.

You've been staring at Chaewon for what seemed like an eternity. Although the two of you knew each that well to start an argument without no second thoughts, it wasn't that good enough to start a normal conversation.

Groaning and feeling like a total poser, Yunjin softly patted you on the back. "Dude, just go up to her."

It was generous of Yunjin to try and give you the courage you needed, but that wasn't exactly the reason why you couldn't try. "And what? be a total asshole by insulting her for god knows how many times I try to control it?" You took a sip of Yunjin's filled cup of alcohol, "Ugh, what's with this disgusting alcohol mix?'

Taking back her drink, Yunjin glared. "Excuse me. It might not taste the best, but it surely gets me wasted."

'Of course," you plainly thought, knowing exactly who to watch out for the whole night. "Don't drink too much it's gonna be a pain to drag your ass into the car."

"Haha, very funny. My alcohol tolerance is stronger than what I go through when I have to tolerate you." She basically slurred, sounding so out of it.

Rolling your eyes, you excused yourself to find the certain someone who would entertain you whenever you'd get on her nerves. A few steps was all it took before a pair of hands could pull you out of the crowd. "What the fuck?" You hissed, hands hurting from the strong grip that the person had on you.

"Good to see you too," Chaewon scoffed. "Anyway, listen. I need a favor."

Your eyes widened after realizing who it was. Looking down and seeing that she still had her hands on yours, you tugged it away so that damn asshole in your chest wouldn't beat too loud.

"What do you want." Chaewon ignored your recent action, finding herself to blame it on the fact that you were nothing but a weirdo. An attractive weirdo at that.

Looking back at what seemed to be another random yet pretty girl, Chaewon looked back at you and muttered out a few curse words before opening her mouth to speak. "Okay fuck look," you silently waited for her to carry on, "that's my douchebag of an ex girlfriend. She thinks I'm still into her, and I need someone to prove I'm not."

"And you want me to be that someone?" You crossed your arms, looking unimpressed, but the butterflies that built up were telling a different tale.

The same age latter nodded.

"And what do I get out of this?" She didn't look at all surprised, already figured out that you would have asked for something in return because you were an absolute jerk who insulted people for a living.

It was truly an art to see the way she frowned out of annoyance, controlling herself in order to not punch you. The way her teeth clenched made her look somewhat cute yet scary. "Jesus, you greedy fuck. What do you want?"

"I'll think about it." it was obviously a smart decision to save the best for the last. "What's your plan, by the way?"

She blinked, realizing that she didn't have a plan for this to go through and work so decently. "Sorry, what."

"Your plan..?"

"I don't have one."

"Seriously?"

"Can't you just flirt your ass through like you've been doing ever since high-school?"

It was totally uncalled for. True, but totally uncalled for. You laughed, finding her insults even more amusing and funny. "Nothing is funny, she's looking."

Judging from the way that her ex had been drilling daggers into your poor soul, it was kinda working. Taking some part of Chaewon's hair and twirling it with a flirty smile, it made it look natural as if the two of you weren't exactly new to this thing.

"What are you doing?" Chaewon looked red at the moment, slapping your hands when her ex looked away for a few seconds.

She was a stone. Hard stone, to be exact. Just how did she expect for you to flirt? Say some cringy pick-up lines that would have looked silly to her ex because the music was booming louder than everyone else's voices?

"I'm flirting," you mentally facepalmed. "Would you rather I say some useless pickup lines that would have looked as though we were having a normal conversation?"

"Yes." She immediately responded.

She was honestly inexperienced and clueless to the whole thing of making someone jealous. It was both frustrating but a sight to see, just how bad was she at this? Taking another shot of alcohol that someone left on the table, you mustered even more courage. "It wouldn't work that way. You do realize that actions speak louder than words right?"

Chaewon stared at you in distaste, knowing that you were correct in many ways. "God I seriously can't stand this."

It may have sounded too sudden, but once her ex put her focus on the both of you once again, thinking she might have been slick. You smirked and took the opportunity to pull Chaewon closer to you. Chaewon's ex gritted her teeth in annoyance, finding you to be annoying despite not knowing you that well.

"Look at that," you proudly whispered. "She's jealous."

It took a few seconds to realize that Chaewon was still too close to you. You pulled her away to see if she felt uncomfortable, seems like it was the other way.

"Gross. Are you blushing?" Chaewon smacked you on the shoulders for your attempt in teasing her, cursing you. Something about you being annoying and talkative.

Not denying nor saying yes to your sarcastic question, Chaewon looked over at her ex. Doing a double take in case her ex looked invested in what the two of you were doing. You weren't sober but sober enough to see that she was trying to look for any signs. "Double take on your ex, seriously? at this point, look at her for a whole minute." A bitter smile appeared on her face, feeling unbothered until you commented. "No shame in anything. I say she deserves to have whatever comes at her for cheating on me."

Laughing, your throat a little too dry from the unhelpful liquid that you consumed earlier. You couldn't help but find the thought of Chaewon getting cheated on a bit too funny and questionable. Fumbled, really.

"What? Something funny?" She looked offended, balling her fist due to the annoyance that filled up.

You shook your head, feeling quite honest. "Nothing, just amusing that she'd ever think of cheating on you, really."

Chaewon jerked her head, looking elsewhere but you. You couldn't but but notice that this was by far the most normal conversation the two of you could have ever had without the need to choke one another. Cursing? She's getting there.

"I find it insulting how you can state such thing when all you do is annoy me." You shook your head, wanting to prove her wrong. "Yeah, but I never said anything about hating the process of dating you, did I?"

That question had a good amount of effect on Chaewon, making her wonder if it was the alcohol talking or not. She put her hands in her own pockets, forgetting that the two of you were literally in a party filled with sweaty, drunk, and lovesick people all around you.

"She's gone." You stated, about to leave when Chaewon stopped you.

"Wait," She bit the inside of her mouth, feeling embarrassed for feeling this way. "I haven't repaid you yet idiot."

You wanted to tell her, but it was too risky. She didn't know how much of a chokehold she had on you, and you liked to simply put it that way. Chaewon's gaze stayed on you, trying to see if you had been thinking or spacing out like you'd normally do. About to say something, a cold liquid got on your white top. You cursed to yourself, annoyed by whoever made such a horrible mistake only to find Chaewon's ex looking at you with a cocky smirk.

"What the fuck is your problem?" You were in disbelief, the alcohol sticking onto your clothing.

The glint of mischief in her eyes made you wanna punch the 21 iq out of her, but since it seemed like a huge scene, everyone had been staring, waiting for your next move. Luckily, Chaewon took notice of this when she saw your balled up fist, taking your hand and rushing the two of you out of the building. Still angry from the previous 'accident', you ran your hands through your hair and scoffed. "Your ex is a fucking asshole."

"Tell me something I don't know," Chaewon rolled her eyes, trying to be slick by checking you out in the corner of her eyes. "But luckily I brought extra clothing."

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. "Extra clothing? seriously?"

"What? You don't know the icky people that could either puke or.. spill their alcohol on you." Her serious tone turning into a teasing one at the end of her sentence.

You laughed, finding her humor and jokes a bit too funny for your own liking. In just one night, the two of you were already hitting it off well. Chaewon took out her purse(that she had been carrying this whole time) and brought out a white t-shirt. "Here, not sure if this'll fit since your frame seems to be a little bigger than mine," you nodded, taking it anyway. "This is my thank you for taking the alcohol from my shitty ex." Scoffing at her horrible attempted joke, Chaewon smiled in a slick and subtle way.

Since there was no one and the walls were covering most of the spot, you took your top off, making Chaewon panic before she could close her eyes and turn away. Replacing the old clothing with the white t-shirt, you thanked the fact that you still managed to look good.

"Thank you." You mumbled, feeling embarrassed to even say it loud and clear.

Chaewon nodded, acting as if it wasn't a big deal. "So, what about me repaying you for helping me?"

"Can I take you out sometime?" You got straight to the point, this time being unable to blame it on the alcohol because you were fully sober.

"Do you want me to go home and laugh at how much of a silly idea that is?" Chaewon laughed, annoyance not evident in her tone this time. "Shouldn't it be me taking you out since I'm the one repaying you?"

You slowly nodded, cheeks pink tinted. Entering the building to join your friend as Chaewon followed behind, you turned to see what other thing she wanted. "Why are you following me.." Chaewon raised her brows. "My friend is actually there." "Don't lie, what friend?" "Don't make me take back what I said."

Before you could retaliate, a drunk Yunjin wrapped her arms around you and mumbled words that were nearly deafening. "Y/N.. where were you? I wanna go home."

"This drunk asshole.." Chaewon scratched her head in annoyance, pulling Yunjin off of you and into her very own arms. "I'll help her into the car."

You blankly stared at her, a little scared as to why she knew you both came by car. "I'm not insane. Everyone would have noticed such old jeep don't look at me like that."

Accepting her insult along with the truth, you helped her with supporting Yunjin to the car. Although the two of you struggled, Chaewon got tired and threw the younger latter, clearly not caring about whether she'd break a bone or two. "Wow, just romantic, yeah. Throw my friend into her own jeep."

"She's drunk, passed out even. I'm sure she won't notice."

"Okay, fair."

"Mhm anyway, 6 pm. I mean, don't be late, I'll send you the details since I snuck my phone number into your pocket."

You stared in confusion before the realization could hit you, snapping your fingers together, Chaewon couldn't help but mentally judge you.

"What about you?" You got into the driver's seat, looking outside of the car window in order to talk more better to Chaewon.

Chaewon titled her head and pointed at herself. "What about me?"

Too embarrassed to even ask, you made sure to pinch yourself in order to gather the needed courage. "I could give you a lift home."

"Thanks, but," Chaewon softly smiled and pointed at the building that the two of you used to be in. "I wasn't lying when I said I had a friend who also needs my help to drive home safely."

"Then why'd you help me? go help your friend holy." You basically scolded, sending chills down her spine from the sudden change of attitude.

Before she could leave so you wouldn't complain further, she looked back at you. "Oh, and Y/N?"

You looked back, loving the way the moon complimented her features. It looked as though you were spotting an angel. Giving her time to think about her reply, Chaewon opened her mouth once again to finish her sentence. "I had a reason of helping you get here, and it wasn't because of Yunjin," you stayed quiet, knowing exactly what she meant. "I'll go now. Have fun driving that idiot home. Bye, loser."

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let-them-read-fics · 1 year

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You Again?

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Some Angst, Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending :)

Word Count: 9,955

Summary: Y/N and Jiu have history. Unresolved tension, unanswered questions, lingering desire: the inconvenient kind. But when they both unwittingly agree to attend a mutual friend's vacation trip, they're forced to confront their feelings head on and learn to live with one another again.

Why, exactly?

Because they just so happen to be rooming together.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hi everyone! I apologize for my absence, but I hope you enjoy this piece :) I have more stories coming, so stay tuned! 💖 Make sure to eat something good today and drink plenty of water.

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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This has got to be a day for the record books. One of the worst, most unfair in all of human history.

Well, let’s be realistic: one of the worst in your life. Maybe “human history” is a bit of a stretch – though you can’t exactly blame yourself for giving into the dramatics at a time like this.

The sound of your best friend sighing in frustration brings you out of your annoyed daze, pulling your attention back to her.

“Y/N, you’re acting like a child. It’s only for one night.”

“Exactly, Y/BFFs/N; one night is far too long for the two of us to be around each other.”

She scoffs, but you don't budge. There's no way you're accepting this without a fight.

"Why don't we have somebody else switch?" You suggest.

She shakes her head, dismissing you. "Most of the girls already went up," she explains, motioning behind herself to the cabin. Sure enough, you can see shadows moving within the rooms – forms hidden behind pulled curtains, almost taunting as they shift around in the visible lamplight.

“And I’ve already told Jiu about it.”

You roll your eyes.

"Plus we all sorted this out beforehand." She shrugs. "Since you both joined at the last minute, it only makes sense to put you together."

Now it's your turn to sigh. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head.

"How about I sleep in the car?" You brighten at the thought of your own scheme; quite literally anything would be better than being trapped between four walls with Jiu.

"Ha ha, very funny," Y/BFFs/N mocks, clearly not amused. "You can't stay out here. You'll either freeze to death or waste all of our gas trying not to, and I don't think you really wanna do that."

A disappointed tut leaves you; your warm breath turns to a puff of white air before dissipating into the night.

Alright, maybe it's colder than you thought. Maybe.

"I'll talk to the others tomorrow morning and see what I can do, okay?" She offers, bringing a hand up to rub the back of her neck. She looks tired, and a pang of guilt washes over you when you notice it.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Regret shines in your eyes, but it's quickly eased by the growing, sleepy smile on her face.

"Don't worry about it," she reassures you, looping an arm with yours. The two of you fall in step together, heading back to the cabin.

"I know it's difficult, after everything. But it's just a few hours. I'm sure you can survive that, no?"

You shake your head, though you're grinning.

"We'll have to see. I'm sure she'll make it hard."

Y/BFFs/N slides her free hand along the polished oak handle of the porch's glass door, opening it for the two of you.

"Just be civil and it'll all be fine. You don't even have to talk."

The resulting glare you send her makes her laugh.

Tonight will definitely be the death of you.

–

Across the first floor, tucked away in the kitchen, Jiu is hard at work. She stands in a pair of shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, cleaning the grill she helped prepare dinner on earlier. A few strands of her hair have evaded the grasp of her ponytail holder, coming down to frame her face as she scrubs away.

“Why don’t you just save that for the morning?” Someone unseen inquires, sounding half asleep.

She turns around to find one of your friend’s other invites moseying over to the center island, bottle of water in hand. Her face is scrunched up some, and the small bags under her eyes immediately remind Jiu of who she is.

It’s Sua, the person who pre-gamed too early and overexerted herself when the group first arrived at the cabin earlier this morning. She’s been nursing a headache for the past few hours as a result.

The low groan that she lets out as she hauls herself onto the high-top chair makes Jiu giggle, but she stifles it to the best of her ability. The younger girl has managed to brighten everybody’s moods all day long despite feeling how she does; she's truly a gift.

“I want to get it done so I can rest easy,” Jiu finally answers.

Sua rolls her eyes. “Sleep now, clean later. This is a vacation for a reason, you know? We deserve to procrastinate.” She raises her bottle to her lips, taking a long drink.

“You do that, I’ll clean,” Jiu resolves, nodding to herself.

“Suit yourself, pabo.”

Sua folds her arms on the countertop and lays her head down, yawning as she nuzzles her cheek against the soft material of her sweater. Jiu glances at her and smiles, amused. She appreciates her nonchalance likely more than anyone else on this trip; it’s distracted her from her worries.

Namely, you: her biggest inconvenience.

When news reached her of Y/BFFs/N’s plans for a week-long getaway, she was intrigued. Work had been a hassle, she was stressed, and all in all she just needed a break. So, she pulled some strings, got her shifts covered, and took the time off.

All was well for the first few hours, when everyone was at Y/BFFs/N’s house, readying up to make the long drive to the forest resort; but then you made a surprise appearance there, busting in and looking just as good as you did the last time Jiu saw you.

Effectively, it ruined her mood.

You’d glanced at her, then, when you first walked through the door. She was the one closest to you, having been on her way to get a refill of the drink she had in hand. Truthfully, it felt like slow motion; for a second, it was like the two of you were back to where you had been all that time ago.

When you were still together.

You crossed the threshold with an eager smile, luggage bags weighing heavy in your hands before you allowed them to slip off your fingertips and land on the ground with a soft noise of impact. She met your eye for a fleeting moment, and she unconsciously took a small step toward you. Her lips began to pull back in the soft grin that you always told her you loved, mimicking the happy expression on your face. For that foolish second, she was transfixed. Foolish.

It was as if you were looking through her; you hadn’t actually perceived her at all, really. She was a passing face as you searched for Y/BFFs/N’s, only caring to register hers.

Just before Jiu could utter a word or reach you, a loud cheer rang out from behind her. The entirety of the group had picked up on your arrival, word spreading fast throughout the living room once one of them caught a glimpse of you.

She cursed quietly and retreated a few steps, allowing the excited crowd to gather around you and visit.

You happily shared the story of how your boss – who’s always regarded you with a distant indifference – finally showed her humanity and adjusted the schedules so that you could have some time off. Not the entire week, of course, but a few days to go and be with your friends. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to see you; even the ones who barely knew you, having only heard of your existence through the stories that Y/BFFs/N had told them. It all made Jiu feel like the odd one out.

But she could remember a time when just hearing your name made her heart flutter, too, so she couldn’t exactly fault them.

From a distance, she watched you. How you moved. How your hands danced around as you explained your stories. The way your lips pouted and pursed with every syllable, almost taunting her.

She thought she had gotten over you months ago, after things ended. She thought she was stronger than this; but clearly, moving on would be impossible with you around. That was to be done separate, no more strings attached. The idea of having to look at you, to hear your laugh, to be near you in such a way and pretend like everything was fine seemed unfathomable. With every trace of you gone, maybe, maybe then she could move on.

Anything less destroyed even the chance of closure for her. But, she supposed, closure would just have to wait a week or so.

—

25 Minutes Later

Put lightly, Jiu is avoiding you.

After washing the grill and dishes, she took her time with leading a groggy Sua back to her room and making sure she got settled fine. She made some small talk with some of the other girls in passing, but nothing as serious as she was looking for.

She’d be happy to debate the meaning of life right now if it kept the two of you apart for a little longer.

But with lights out rapidly approaching and everyone dragging themselves to their respective rooms, she knows the chances of that are nearing zero. So, begrudgingly, she makes her way up to the suite.

With every step she takes, she wonders what you’re doing in there. Are you already asleep? Reading? Watching television? Maybe you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Maybe you’re not even in there at all.

The questions pile up in her mind until she eventually gets fed up and decides to be unaffected for once. Or, at least, to appear that way. She shouldn’t care regardless, and she reminds herself of that fact. All the two of you have to do is make it through the night, and then something can be arranged so that you can stay far, far away from one another. Not so hard, right?

Wrong. Certifiably, absolutely, unequivocally wrong.

When Jiu opens the bedroom door, she finds you fresh out of the shower. A lacy bra adorns your upper half, while a towel is wrapped around your waist; you’re bent over your suitcase in search of some shorts to wear.

She looks away quickly, but it’s too little too late; even as she shuts the door and turns around, pressing her forehead to the wooden surface, she can picture your body.

She mentally curses the water droplets that run their paths down your chest and abdomen, free as they edge closer and closer to where the towel meets your waist. They touch you in a way that she never can again, and she hates that.

More specifically, she hates the fact that she wants to.

Your eyes land on her as you stand up, shorts in hand. A heavy feeling of embarrassment settles over you.

“Uh, sorry,” you mumble, not knowing what to do.

She turns back around to face you after a moment, but she refuses to meet your gaze. If she does, her resolve will surely falter and crumble.

“There should still be plenty of hot water left if you’d like to take a shower,” you offer, extending an olive branch of sorts. From the angle you have of her face, you can see relief spread across it.

She wastes no time in sending you a quick thank you and slipping off to the safety of the bathroom, leaving you to question what the hell just happened.

Most of the time, she’s engaging and bold; her liveliness is one of the things that made you fall in love with her. Even at the end of your relationship, when things were falling apart, it was never like this; she never refused to look at you as many times as she had today, or been so weary anytime you entered a room. She never used to despise you so much, and as that sinks in you realize just how much it hurts.

Despite everything, you hate how unbothered she is.

While you’ve watched her from afar all day, agonizing over the curl of her lip when someone said something witty or the sound of her easy banter with the other girls, she’s clearly been fine. Paying you no mind doesn’t seem to be a challenge for her anymore, and you dislike that more than you thought you would.

Truth be told, you hadn’t prepared yourself for that. With the scope of your relationship and the lack of closure you received, it only made sense for you to assume she’d miss you as much as you miss her. To be just as affected now, by it all, as you have been.

But that’s clearly not the case.

—

Once she’s alone, Jiu takes the opportunity to steady herself. Her hands find their way to the cool marble countertop of the sink, and she draws in a deep breath.

She can’t stand you.

Now, from just that small interaction, all she can think about is you. The subdued lighting of the room only brought out your features more, leaving shadows to fall across the parts of you that were untouched by it. Your muscles pulled and strained as you sifted through your bag, parting clothes left and right in search of your shorts. She could see your face, too, looking just as kissable as always.

She really can’t stand you.

Defeatedly, she turns the water on. The cold streams down, unaccompanied by any real heat whatsoever; this will be a freezing shower, she’s decided. She doesn’t trust what she might do otherwise, alone in here with her thoughts of you and steam clouding her judgement.

The subtle throb between her legs is enough to warn her; she knows she’ll do something stupid if she doesn’t stop herself now, before it has the chance to start.

When she strips out of her clothes, she does her best to think of anything other than the way you used to undress her. How you sat on your knees before her, slowly inching her pants down as your warm lips left kisses in their wake. How you’d take your time with her panties afterward, holding eye contact with her and stopping your motions anytime she looked away.

Even now, goosebumps rise to her skin at the memory. It was torture then, but for entirely different reasons.

She was promised sweet release then, no matter how much you may have edged or tested her. Now she'd consider herself lucky to even be rewarded with a conversation.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she steps into the tub. The frigid water makes contact with her back, and she has to sink her teeth into her lower lip to keep from shouting. But if this is what it takes to keep you out of her mind, then so be it.

–

The muscles of your neck and shoulders ache as you sit at the mahogany desk on the far side of the room, half-heartedly working on the report your boss asked you to start. It was what you had to give in order to take the time off, which is only reasonable. Even still, you're having a hard time staying focused.

The desk faces one of the large bay windows of the room, overlooking the forest and mountains that surround you. Darkness completely envelops the land, save for the occasional house light far off in the distance. Moonbeams hit the treetops, coating them in a sparkle that contrasts with the midnight sky.

Nearby, an electric fireplace crackles, reminding you of its presence. It's situated as the centerpiece of the lounge area of the suite, providing the room with some additional warmth and light from its place beneath the television. Faux flames waver within it, vibrant as they mingle with one another. Some burn brightly while others glow dimly; the wild versus the tamed.

Despite everything, maybe this trip will do you some good. Escaping the hustle and bustle of your life back home is always a plus, and being in nature never fails to ground you again. Some circumstances might be unsatisfactory, sure, but you're determined to not let that stop you from enjoying this time away. You deserve it, after all.

Just as you find the inspiration to start your reporting again, another one of your distractions makes herself known.

From the bathroom, a pleasant humming fades in; it's Jiu, reciting the chorus to one of her favorite songs. She breaks into vocals occasionally, switching between the two.

No matter how much you wish you could, you can't deny that it sounds perfect, coupled with the atmosphere that surrounds you. Given its range and ease, her voice has always been a comfort; getting sick of it is simply impossible. That fact annoys you, but at the same time you give up trying to fight it; you know there's no use.

It takes you back in more ways than you know how to handle, but you don’t complain. For now, you’ll bottle up this feeling and store it away for later, when you part ways and return to the chaos of your own lives.

Maybe then you could open such a Pandora’s Box.

A few minutes later, she finally emerges from the bathroom; you attempt to ignore the urge to perk up. It's difficult, no doubt, after being left to your own devices for so long. Knowing she's so close and yet so unattainable doesn't help either.

You don't turn around, just in case she isn't fully clothed.

It isn't anything you haven't seen before, but you're afraid you don't have that kind of permission anymore. The last thing you want to do is overstep.

Jiu wishes you'd look at her.

One thing she misses the most about you is your attention. You always paid it so freely – so willingly – rarely taking it off of her. It was ready for her anytime she wanted it, mainly because she had you so enraptured.

Just the same as you’d always watched her, she watched you. She lived for the way your eyes lit up whenever she smiled or laughed, shining beautifully in a way they never did otherwise. She ached over how they darkened when she'd strip, parting her legs for you and putting herself on display.

She was the art and you were the beholder. The only one she ever wanted to share herself with.

But now is a totally different time. You don't even so much as glance in her direction when she comes out, with her towel draped precariously around her body in a way that she was sure would drive you crazy.

It’s disheartening, but it doesn't make her want you any less. As she opens her bag and retrieves her clothes, slipping them on, she keeps an eye on you through the standing mirror in the corner of the room.

Your legs spread as you readjust in the chair, making an attempt to rid your muscles of the tension within them. They're tight with the culmination of all the stress you've felt lately.

When you allow your head to loll back, rolling from one side to the other, Jiu has to stop her wandering hands. The angle of the mirror allows her to see the way your brows knit together, pain and pleasure intermingling. She doesn't know how much longer she can stand this.

One of your hands finds its way to your shoulder, rubbing a knot there, and Jiu gets an idea. Is it wise? Not in the slightest. But is she going to give in and go with it? Absolutely.

What was it that Sua said earlier? This is a vacation for a reason. She can escape sound judgement and reason for now. Surely they'll return in full once you're out of the equation again, anyway.

She deserves to be a little reckless for once.

"Y/N," she calls, getting your attention. You wordlessly turn to look at her.

A bottle of lotion rests in her hands; she nervously toys with it.

"You can use some of this for your shoulders, if you want. It works pretty well."

You consider her offer. "Thanks, but I'm alright," you declare, turning her down. "I can't reach what really hurts anyway."

A beat passes before her eyebrows gently raise. "I can help you," she says, trying to keep the eager tone of her voice at bay.

You pull a face. "Are you sure? You don't have to do that."

I want to, she thinks to herself.

"It's not a problem." She shakes her head, cementing her decision. "Just come here and lay down."

You stand and relent with a soft noise of acceptance, almost imperceptibly. She takes notice of the way your eyes track down her body before dropping to the floor, lingering just a second too long for innocence.

She dismisses the thought at once, not wanting to give herself hope.

When you cross in front of her and pause, though, slipping your shirt over your head with a subtle glance at her, it’s all she can do to restrain herself. The fading sunburn that you received earlier in the day, stretching across your nose and cheeks, looks like a natural blush from this close.

She wants to kiss it.

“Thank you in advance,” you say over your shoulder, carefully laying down on your stomach. The fluffy comforter welcomes you in full, partially distracting and preventing you from overthinking what you’re about to experience.

She takes a steadying breath and releases it, glancing up at the ceiling like she’s pleading with a higher power.

"Don't mention it," she dismisses, getting on the bed after you.

In her mind, she debates the best way to go about this. Where should she sit? Overstepping the unspoken boundaries you've established isn't something she wants to do.

Her fingertips play with the hook of your bra, sliding over the material. "Can I…" she trails off, both of you aware of what she's asking.

"Go ahead," you permit.

She unclips the fastener and watches as the two sides fall down, fully exposing your back to her. Once you slip it off of your arms and toss it towards your suitcase, her fingertips ghost over your skin, tracing the gentle curve of your spine.

She dons a musing smile when she notices goosebumps appearing in their wake.

Perhaps she was wrong. Maybe all along, you've been the art and she the beholder.

Her knees go to either side of your waist as she moves to straddle you, settling down onto you. Once she's sure you're comfortable, she retrieves the bottle of lotion from its place on the bed and squeezes some out onto her fingertips.

It's smooth as it slides against them, medicated and cool. Her favorite brand makes it, and she never leaves the house without it. She'll be thanking her lucky stars endlessly for that habit after tonight.

Something crossed between a hiss and sigh fights past your lips when she makes contact for the first time, spreading the chilly cream across your shoulders. The attempt she made to warm it beforehand clearly didn't work as well as she thought, and she has to stifle a laugh at your reaction.

Beneath her fingers, your muscles tense and jump; you do your best to relax them as she pushes harder, kneading them with care. She does so with a steady rhythm, using the base of her hands to loosen you up first before focusing her fingers on the more persistent knots. Every circle of her hands against you warms the lotion up more, convincing you to relax and give into the relief she’s able to provide.

You close your eyes, wanting to focus on her motions.

What you failed to prepare yourself for, though, is the notion that she’s closer to you than ever. Only separated by the material of your shorts and hers, she sits atop you, her warm thighs trembling slightly with effort anytime she has to push herself up to reach you better.

When she steadies herself on your lower back, splaying a hand across it, you can feel the subtle way her hips rut against your ass as she readjusts her position.

Maybe you're just imagining it.

Serious work is put into leaving that idea behind, but at every opportunity she gets, Jiu seems to enjoy feeding your delusion.

When she accidentally gets too much lotion at once, her solution comes in the form of leaning down and running her hands up your outstretched arms, reaching as far as she can to further spread it. In the process, her front presses against the length of your body; her breathing is shuddered, too, just like yours.

Did she do that to show you it’s mutual?

If only you knew.

Her eager eyes rake over your body, pleased to have you like this in front of her. At her mercy, reacting to the faintest of touches. Possessing this kind of power again makes her feel brave in a dangerous way; should things continue like this unchecked, she might do something impulsive.

But, is she to be blamed? No; she rejects that.

The subtle rock of your hips is far guiltier than her, adding fuel to the fire of her imagination. The way your hands fist in the sheets, fingers twisting in a show of pain and pleasure whenever she hits a particularly sensitive spot, are in the wrong; the sight makes her wonder, for a desperate second, how they would feel in her hair.

Her motions – now more wanton, unafraid of touching you – grow a little more rough, shying away from demurity. They’ve arrived at your waist now; a risky place to be.

She can tell that the appropriate amount of time for two exes to spend doing something like this is dwindling fast; the window of propriety will be closing soon, leaving any further contact between the two of you up for suspicion. She’s aware of that, and yet she has no desire to stop.

In this game of yours, she’s merely a pawn; that’s something she realizes when the sound of a guttural, appreciative moan from you makes her heart flutter wildly.

She freezes in place, taking a cautious breath; she shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as she did.

A few beats pass… one…. another…. before you ultimately take her stunned reaction as a sign of discomfort.

“Uh, thanks again,” you say quietly, suddenly feeling ten times too exposed and five hundred degrees too hot. A couple taps to her leg gives her the memo, and she climbs off of you.

Embarrassed and upset with yourself for doing such a thing, you refuse to even so much as make eye contact with her again.

An apology from you fizzles into the air, but she’s still too overwhelmed to fully process what just transpired. It all happened too fast; she wants to go back and relive it, but it’s too late. You’re already slipping your shirt back on and burying yourself under the covers, humiliated. When you cover your face with the pillow, debating on smothering yourself, she spares you by reaching over and turning the lamp off.

She lifts her side of the covers afterward, getting in beside you. You face away from one another, back to back, establishing distance once again.

This night is proving to be anything but predictable.

—

2:07 AM

Insects perform their songs outside, languidly calling to one another from high above – nestled in the leaves of the tree tops – and far below, amid the grassy trails and branching networks of hills. All is calm… until it isn’t.

Suddenly, the stillness of the night is interrupted by a recurring, unintelligible noise.

The first time you hear it, you ignore it, opting instead to bury your head a little deeper into your pillow. It's probably just the house settling or something outside, you reason.

The second time, you're annoyed enough to pause your attempt at restful sleep with the hopes of discovering its source and stopping it.

It comes again a little later, but from somewhere you never would've expected. Rather, you suppose, someone.

Your name takes the shape of a mumble as it slips through Jiu's lips, altered slightly from how her cheek is pressed to her pillow. Any other time you might find it exciting to hear her say it, but here and now, you can't say you do.

Warmth spreads to your cheeks as your sleepy mind recalls what happened just a few hours ago, making you relive your embarrassment.

The noise comes again, and a little louder this time; an irritated groan leaves you as you take one of the throw pillows and nudge her, attempting to quiet her. It seems to work for a minute, but just as you settle back down to rest again, something even worse happens.

"Y/N… ah," she moans, her voice breathy and ragged.

Is she...?

Your eyes open wide when you realize what's taking place right beside you.

Jiu is totally having a sex dream about you.

What a revelation to have.

She writhes in search of relief, causing the covers to fall down her body and expose more of it. Her pajama top, too, has ridden up and ruffled in her pursuit of friction.

She looks an absolute mess, you realize, as you roll over to look at her. Her hair splays across the pillow in every which way, her chest rises and falls at a faster rate than normal, and her thighs push together to lessen the throbbing between them. Your blood runs cold when you notice that she isn’t wearing her shorts anymore. Only a pair of lacy, white panties conceal her, gleaming in the moonlight with a softness that begs to be touched.

Hot and bothered is the only way to describe her.

"Please," she whines, desperation hanging heavy on the tones of her voice.

Selfishly, you don’t wake her right away. Seeing her like this, so close and beautiful, is something you don’t want to give up again. At least not yet.

Her full lips part as her head pushes into the pillow, exposing her neck. Her muscles are pulled taut as she squirms; her hands fisted in the sheets at her sides. A thin sheen of sweat is visible on her forehead, showing just how affected she is.

Maybe you should play nice and put an end to her suffering…

Her hips begin to rock, slowly at first; the motion draws a soft sigh from her as she finally gets some relief. Your body begs you to touch her in some way, feeling your own desire grow at the sight of her.

Unconsciously – and to prevent you from reaching out to her – your fingers thread themselves in the cover that's thrown haphazardly over you. You bite your lip to keep it busy; otherwise you'd be tempted to wake her up with your mouth, as she's asked you to before.

Only when your own arousal becomes too much to bear do you decide to end this little game.

She whimpers when you move in closer, still a world away. Her hand falls on your thigh, however, making you falter for a moment. It's warm and dangerously close to your center, trembling slightly against you. Her nails threaten to leave indentations, should she flex her fingers the right way.

Unable to deny yourself such a simple pleasure, you allow it to stay where it is.

"Jiu."

She doesn't stir. If anything, the sound of your voice only drags her further under. Her breath hitches in time with another stutter of her hips.

You'll have to try harder.

“Jiu, wake up,” you whisper, leaving a kiss on her cheek. Your lips hover nearby to utter her name again, should they need to.

Gently, you bring a hand to her shoulder and shake it, hoping to coax her out of her dream and back to reality. After a moment, your plan works; her eyes open gingerly, blinking a few times to adjust from her daze.

“Y/N?” Confusion is prevalent in her voice, coupled with her drowsiness. It’s cute, really, and it takes you back to all the mornings you would wake up by her side.

“It’s me; I'm here,” you reassure her, moving your hand to her hip. Now with your arm stretched across her body, you can feel the warmth radiating from her. It starkly contrasts with the chilly air of the room, making you want to hide away under the covers and pull her in close.

But, of course, you refrain. That’s not something you can do anymore.

Her dark eyes shine in what little light the room has to offer, gazing up at you with a sweet innocence that you find endearing. She's vulnerable in this state, and yet by the way she shifts closer in your arms, she makes it known that she trusts you.

You watch as her gaze travels down your arm, towards where your hand still rests against her hip. Momentarily, she looks as if she's questioning something within her mind – attempting to piece something together.

"Y/N, did we…?" She trails off, unsure.

"Did we what?" You push, testing the waters. You have an idea of what she wants to know, but hearing her say it would be so much better.

Surprisingly, she puts her hand over yours, keeping it in place.

"Did we have sex?" The question comes out in a husky whisper as she makes an effort to be quiet.

You shake your head in reply as a slightly humored smile works its way onto your lips.

The movement draws her attention to them; they're a beautiful shade, with the moonlight hitting them just right. She can't find it in herself to look away.

A few seconds pass before you speak again; her hand grips yours a little tighter.

"It was just a dream. You–"

Your explanation is cut short by her lips as they press to your own in a swift kiss.

Reckless.

You pull away at once, almost like you've been burned. Why would she do that?

Both of you pause, regarding one another. Your eyes work hard to decipher her intentions – what she wants – through the darkness of the room, as if they have such a gift. Hers do the same, searching your face for the answer she wants.

She gets it in another form, however, as your hand slides higher on her waist. Her heart lurches in her chest, its rate increasing somehow. Part of her is afraid you can feel it; but, truthfully, that's exactly what she wants. If you could feel how badly she needs you in this moment, maybe you'd show some mercy and help her.

Maybe.

Tension hangs heavy in the air of the room as she slips her hand higher, too, moving it between your thighs. The heat that's come to pool there encourages her, compelling her to cup you through your clothes.

You gasp, earning a smile from her. You clearly aren't as over her as you pretend to be.

Empowered, she rolls you over, trading your positions. Now she hovers over you as you lie on your back, waiting with bated breath to see what she'll do.

Her hand slides up and over the waistband of your shorts slowly, edging closer and closer to your center with only your panties separating her from you. Your eyes flutter closed in response.

"I'm going to kiss you again," she whispers, sounding more confident than ever. "If you want me to stop, tell me. Okay?"

You nod, trying to stay still. Fighting the urge to rock your hips into her hand is easier said than done.

She leans into you, letting her body mold into yours as she shuffles closer. She replaces the hand between your thighs with a leg, giving you something to grind against. You thank her by slipping your hands beneath her top and pulling it over her head.

"Beautiful," you whisper against her lips, as she presses them to yours again. You take her into your arms in a safe embrace, sighing into her mouth when her bare chest rubs against you. The thin material of your shirt does little to obstruct the feeling.

Though the shadows hide it, a deep, crimson blush warms her cheeks. She can taste the cinnamon toothpaste that you used earlier and smell the familiar scent of your hair products. You still use the same ones, she realizes.

Her leg flexes instinctively as you cup her cheek and deepen the kiss, tilting your head to the side. As you raise your hips to meet hers, she slides a hand up to your chest to offer it some attention. A pitiful noise leaves you when she makes contact, cupping your breasts. She pulls away from your lips to admire you, wanting to see the effect she has.

“Such a pretty thing,” she compliments, feeling arrogant when you bite your lip to stifle a moan. She toys with you like a plaything, switching her movements every so often to garner different reactions. You’re restoring her confidence without even trying; such sweet oblivion.

What she doesn’t fully grasp in the moment, though, is that your arrangement is very much so a two way street. You demonstrate the power you still have over her as you take hold of her hips, pulling them down as you thrust up to meet them.

Just as her thigh is between your legs, so is yours between hers; the mutual relief you receive at the motion entices you, making you repeat it.

She curses into your ear, the sound so full of raw desire that you nearly lose all sense of reason right then and there. Her head falls against your shoulder in ecstasy as she revels a little longer, enjoying the heat that spreads throughout her body the more you touch her.

It’s just like it used to be in so many ways, but somehow new. Still exciting. Still everything she hoped for.

Her lips find their way to your cheek in the darkness, leaving a trail of kisses downward, along your jawline and neck. They’re desperate and needy, accompanied by her shuddered breaths as she attempts to convey everything you’re making her feel. She can only cross her fingers and hope that it’s mutual.

“Come here,” you instruct, tapping her leg. She understands in an instant, wordlessly repositioning herself so that she’s straddling your waist now. The new angle is even more comfortable, and she sits back to give you a better look at her body as a way of expressing her gratitude. Her perky breasts are on full display, looking absolutely divine above the lines of her abs. You run a finger over the latter, tracing the hard-earned muscles in admiration.

Subtly, her hips begin to gyrate. She wants the movement to be tortuous, starting slow and building up until you can’t take it anymore. It’s only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine after all this time.

“Shit, Jiu,” you exhale, glancing down to where you’re joined. Her panties glisten as she writhes, displaying the wet spot that you’ve caused; when her grinding becomes a little sloppier, you can feel her slick spread to your abdomen.

"You like that, baby?" She muses, breathing heavy. You nod vehemently, not quite trusting your voice enough to speak yet.

You splay a hand across her pelvis, using your thumb to tease her clit.

She shakes as a surprised, broken moan slips out of her mouth. It’s louder than either of you expected it to be, and you find yourselves wanting to laugh for a moment.

“Play fair,” she warns, glaring at you. “...unless you want to wake everyone in the house up?” It’s posed as a question rather than a statement.

“I wouldn’t be–” you pause, exhaling when she presses into you a little harder, cocking a brow, “...opposed to that, necessarily.”

A sexy smile plays on her lips, making them look more kissable than ever. “No?” Something dangerous shines in her eyes.

“Try me.”

She bites her lip, weighing her options. You asked for it.

Her voice is whiny when she speaks again, and about five times louder than necessary at that. “I need you, Y/N. Please…” her hands thread into her hair exaggeratedly, playing into the show she’s giving. “Fuck me–”

You sit up at once, clasping a hand over her mouth and using the length of your body to push her backwards and pin her down against the bed. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you remain deathly still for a few tense seconds, trying to make sure her little stunt didn’t actually wake anybody up.

You didn’t really think she’d do it.

The sound of distant footsteps fills the hall, a series of padding and waiting, before the latch of a bedroom door clicks. The floorboards creak… someone's weight shifting from one foot to the other as they peek into the hall.

Jiu smiles against your palm, feeling every thump of your nervous heart.

When she wraps her legs around your waist and slips a hand between your bodies, your eyes screw tightly shut.

"Stop," you whisper, the noise like harsh wind on a calm night.

Her wanting eyes peer up at you, observing. The situation is delicate, so that's exactly how she'll treat it.

Slowly, she places her free hand beside her head on the bed and glances at it, inviting you to hold it. Upon hesitantly removing your own from her mouth, you thread your fingers with hers as you pin it down.

Innocently, she kisses your neck again, just above your pulse point. Her warm breath tickles your skin, only further stirring the fire within you.

"Do you really want me to?" She asks, voice sinful and rich. Her lips still, full and tempting, awaiting your answer.

Another door opens somewhere else in the house, followed by heavy footsteps. Someone trekking to the kitchen, it seems. Your mouth runs dry.

Her fingers toy with the hem of your shorts, edging them down little by little. "Say it again and I will," she promises. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop."

You sigh as she pulls your panties to the side, finally slipping her hand past the material. She finds your clit easily, with no real effort necessary; she knows your body now just the same as she did before.

"I…" you start, fighting back a stutter. Two of her fingers dip down to your entrance, gathering up some of your wetness. "...I can't."

"You can't what, Y/N?" She moves her fingers left and right, teasing.

"I can't say I don't want you," you groan, annoyance bubbling up within you.

"Why not?" You can tell she's smirking just by the sound of her voice.

"Because I'm sick of lying," you admit. "I've always wanted you."

Her cocky attitude falters.

A beat passes.

All footsteps outside retreat back into their respective rooms, and closing doors resound shortly after.

Effectively, the two of you are alone again.

Silence prevails following your confession – an eternal moment unbroken by any words of reciprocation from her. It lends your mind to chaos, filling it with worry.

You shouldn't have said anything. This was a mistake.

Embarrassed, you sit up and remove yourself from Jiu, moving towards the edge of the bed. She reaches out for you, though you don't see it.

"I'm sorry," your head shakes, discontent. "I shouldn't have–"

"Shush," she commands, surprising you. She refuses to let this end like before, with you retreating and shutting her out.

Your eyebrows raise as you turn to look at her; she still lays where you left her, only now she's propped up on her elbows.

"Don't say you regret it. Please." Her voice sounds small.

"But I thought…"

Her eyes remain on you as she sits up, carefully moving to sit next to you on her knees.

"I never stopped either, Y/N. I just couldn't believe you've felt the same all this time." She explains, not wanting you to misinterpret her silence any longer.

Your fingers toy at your thighs, still jittery with nerves. She notices, and lays a comforting hand on top of them.

"I've missed you," she adds. Softly, quietly. So as to not disturb this process. Together, you're beginning to pick up the pieces of what you let slip through your fingers before.

"Me too," you reassure her, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. She leans into your touch, letting her eyes fall shut.

The walls she so adamantly built around her heart are lowering, little by little, and the notion scares her. If she gives herself to you tonight and you end up walking away, she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to recover.

“I’ve got you." The phrase sounds like a promise from your heart to hers; it’s as if you read her mind. “I won’t let things get in the way like before.”

She looks at you again, peeking her eyes open. The earnest look on your face is sincere enough to convince her of anything. “I’ll spend however long it takes proving it to you, Jiu.”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “I believe that.”

“Good,” you say, releasing a small breath of anticipation you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

She squeezes your hand three times, reminding you of the past.

Nostalgia befalls you, both in good ways and bad. So much regret exists between the two of you, centering around the breakup that neither of you really wanted in the first place. Life got in the way, then, and you were both too naive to fight against what you thought were fate’s currents.

It was decided that if you couldn’t be together, you’d have to settle for the ghost of one another.

Jiu found you in midnight moonlight, shining brightly amid the darkest of hours. You ruled from high above, with your impact spanning further than you ever realized.

She found you in the sound of laughter – the kind that starts by surprise, bubbling up from within and spilling out in a way that couldn’t not be contagious. The kind that everyone appreciates when they tell a joke with their fingers crossed, hoping it lands.

In warm tea and fireside reading you resided; a comforting hug on winter’s coldest day.

But traces of you were left behind in unwanted places, too, like fingerprints on a window. No matter how many cycles of washing and drying her sheets went through, they still smelled like you.

Her skin still remembered the way you touched her, igniting a fire that only you could put out. Her lips remembered your taste, knowing nothing could compare. She tried, for a time, to replace the imprints you left behind; but her efforts were in vain.

You were her mirage in the desert; a distant, elusive dream. Glimmering with untapped potential, waiting to be caught. She ebbed, you flowed. That’s how you would be, then and forever.

Or so she thought.

Had she known that she was the Sun to you, perhaps her hope would’ve been restored.

Or maybe she would have laughed, knowing that you found her in the strangest of places. Like seatbelts, for instance, and napkins; always necessary, and always staving off the bad that the world had to offer.

She was the chilly blast of air provided by the AC on summer’s most humid day, greeting you at the door of every shop you entered.

She was the sleepy delirium you slipped into on your days off, all pleasant dreams and comfortable positions.

The flowers and blossoms of the world were all her kisses, like a goddess’s gift to the Earth. Elegant, sweet, perfect. Being showered in them was a good luck charm; they rode the air currents on spring days, fluttering greetings on their way.

Coming home. To you, that was her. The familiarity of the floorboards, knowing where to step to avoid them creaking; the refrigerator light against a pitch-black kitchen, its crescent shape holding the darkness at bay; the support of your bed, offering relief to the parts of you that needed it most.

Truth be told, both of you found each other in everything. Bits and pieces, all fragments far too small to equate to the immensity of what you shared. Glimpses would never do in the long run, and you knew that. But what else were you to do?

Perhaps that silent hope that you held out, all daydreams and utterances of what if, swayed the universe into this. Into giving you an in; an opportunity to right your wrongs. A chance to hold tighter, this time, and accept trials and tribulations as signs of growth to be handled together – not reasons to give up.

You feel yourself smiling before you realize you’re even doing it. Her presence has a whole new meaning now, a whole slew of possible outcomes. Wherever the two of you decide to take things is up to you again; there’s nothing holding you back anymore.

She brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing her thumb across your soft skin. Even just holding you like this, so simply, is something she’s been longing for. Since the day you walked into her life, you’ve ruled her world without even knowing it. Sweet oblivion, yet again.

“Kiss me,” she says, after a moment. It draws you from the hold of her spell, bringing you back down to Earth.

You obey with a smile, but just before your lips meet hers, she stops you. She didn’t mean there.

“Here,” she corrects, as her hand guides yours back between her thighs. She’s wetter now than she was before, somehow, and you moan against her at the feeling. She muffles the noise with a kiss of her own, knowing how badly you need it.

She bites your lip as she pulls away. “We’re not leaving this bed until you’ve made up for every night we’ve been apart. Do you understand me?”

You sigh, half-amused. “I’m fairly certain that the group is going hiking in the morning,” you inform, “...so I think it’s important that you’re still able to walk for that.”

“Who says we have to join them?” She raises a brow, pushing you down onto the bed and moving to straddle you again.

You pull a face, feigning concern. “You wouldn’t want to be improper, now would you?”

Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, accepting no blame. “What happens is up to you. Take me now or forever hold your peace.” She declares it proudly, posing herself before you.

The view of her on top of you – nearly naked, her body humming with want, waiting for your touch – dispels any and all remnants of humor. Your shared desire wins out, filling the air of the room; she’s aware of her power over you, but she’d be a liar to act as if watching your eyes darken didn’t make her stomach flip just like it did the first time you ever took her.

With a hushed curse, you capture her lips in a searing kiss. She gasps into it when you roughly pull her panties down, showing little care in being gentle now. Her response comes in a similar form, with her hastily tugging your shirt over your head; once you’re exposed to her, she can’t help but stare. She admires every curve like it’s the first time she’s seen it; every line like it’s her last. It’s adoration and desperation, all at once; appreciating it all is important to her, but so too is relearning it.

Luckily for you, she happens to be best at a hands-on approach.

Her nails drag across your abdomen on their way downward, leaving faint marks on your sensitive skin; she can’t wait to see how many she can leave on you. It’s always been one of her favorite things to do.

In one fluid motion you flip her over, cradling her close in the process. Her hands cup your cheeks as she kisses you, and you hurriedly remove any remaining clothes from your bodies.

She spreads her legs for you as you begin to slide down her body, leaving one final kiss to her lips.

Her hands hold your hair up as you explore her abdomen, painting her fair skin with an array of love bites. Her nails dig into your scalp when her impatience hits a high, making you smile against her despite the sting.

She hums appreciatively when you finally slide your hand down, ready to prepare her for what she wants most. She’s absolutely soaked, and by the whine that she lets out when you press your palm to her clit, it’s safe to say that she’ll only get worse. The bed sheets below her have already received some of her slick, proudly displaying a wet spot for you to bear witness to.

“Enough teasing, jagi,” she groans, breathless and tired of your games. With shut eyes and furrowed brows, she pushes her head back into her pillow and takes up the writhing again that she had become so good at earlier. Her hands fall to your shoulders, pushing you down further.

You settle her thighs on your shoulders, basking in how smooth and warm they are around you. She’s perfection in human form; divinity personified.

“Keep it down, Jiu,” you command, taking control. “If you pull another stunt like earlier, I’m stopping altogether.”

She nods feverishly, lacking the desire to be a brat anymore. If playing nice is what it takes to have you, then so be it. That promise of release is finally back again, after all this time, and she can let herself get lost in you.

These four walls – what she once loathed – are creating an oasis.

Her personal utopia.

—

The Next Morning

Overzealous birds work as your alarm clock of sorts, claiming the prize of waking you up. You blink the sleep from your eyes and stretch, feeling a pleasant soreness in parts of your body it hadn’t been before last night. The ache reminds you of everything you did just a few hours ago, and you find yourself smiling like an idiot as you roll over to greet the resident sadist next to you.

When your hand meets the cold, empty expanse of the bed instead, your expression sours.

The bedside table is void of any note or message, too, you discover, though your phone sits atop it, charging. At some point this morning she must’ve plugged it in for you. Sweet, but not enough. You wanted to wake up in her arms, or at the very least next to her.

Grumbling, you sit up and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

You have no idea what the day will hold for the two of you.

–

Clean and dressed, you take a seat on the bed. Your fingertips mindlessly press to the hickey on your neck – one of the many, many that you discovered as you got ready – rubbing patterns against the abused skin there.

You unplug your phone and turn it on, mentally crossing your fingers as you scan through your message notifications for her name.

Your pursuit proves fruitless. Not even a text.

You huff like a child, rolling your eyes. So much for a vacation; now you’re stressed all over again.

When staring a hole into your phone doesn’t result in her notification magically popping up, you decide to give it a rest.

Standing up, you slip it into your back pocket and head for the door, ready to track Y/BFFs/N down and tell her everything.

However those plans, too, come to a screeching halt right before your eyes as you swing the door open to reveal a shocked Jiu. Your timing truly is impeccable.

“AHHH!” She shrieks, frightened.

She hastily scrambles to keep the large tray in her hands upright and off of the floor.

Spilling the spread of foods she just finished preparing for the two of you doesn’t sound too appealing to her, after all.

Immediately, you spring into action and successfully help steady it. Some fruits fell out of their separate containers and a bit of milk spilled over the side of its jar, but all of that is easily fixable. Jiu releases a tense breath as she realizes that the worst case scenario was avoided, but she glares at you as she pushes her way into the room.

“Pabo,” she mutters, striding over to the bed. The slight limp in her step makes you smile inwardly, proud of yourself.

Once the food is safely laid down and she cleans up what spilled, she turns to look at you.

“Sorry,” you mitigate, grimacing. When you approach her and look at everything she put together, your annoyance from before gives way to guilt. A plethora of your favorite foods decorates the tray, assembled with love.

She regards you for a moment, pretending to be angry. When her eyes land on one of the darkening marks on your neck, pleased mischief comes to gleam in them.

“You’re lucky I like you,” she threatens, pointing a finger at you.

Playfully, you bite the tip of it.

“I’m aware, jagi.”

Cautiously, you ease your arms around her waist, ready to pull away if need be. Although her lips still rest in an unamused pout, she doesn’t stop you.

The jackhammering of her heart has eased now, and you can feel its pace returning to normal as you draw her into your arms. She loops hers around your neck and sweetly presses her cheek to yours, content with staying like that for a bit.

You sway gently, rocking from side to side. This definitely makes up for the rude awakening you received earlier.

Once you’re satisfied, you pull away enough to look at her. Your fingertips brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. She leans in, finally kissing you good morning.

“Ready to eat?”

Your lips purse in mock contemplation as you scan the food again.

"Mmm, five more minutes?" You suggest, leaning forward to kiss her again. She laughs into the embrace lightly, returning the gesture.

Her lips taste of the strawberries and cherries that she stole bites of earlier, as she cooked. It's addicting, you find, when she deepens the kiss and wraps herself around you, melting into your arms. You hold her close, just like she wants.

"Does this mean…" she mumbles between kisses, "we're still gonna room together?"

You pause to laugh. "Yeah, jagi. We're still roommates. No getting rid of me now."

She replaces her lips on yours, kissing them again and again as you attempt to control the growing smile on your face. She sweetly cups your cheeks, rubbing her thumbs across them as you continue.

Abruptly, jarring clapping resounds from the doorway. Fake sniffling can also be heard, and so the two of you look up to investigate.

It's none other than Sua and Y/BFFs/N, standing side by side with their hands clasped tightly together like proud parents.

"I told you it would happen," Sua wails, dabbing fake tears from the corner of her eye. Y/BFFs/N agrees, nodding enthusiastically.

“Mission accomplished,” she quips, looking straight at you.

It seems as though they had been playing Cupid all along…

Sneaky.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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i know you like angst so i have one for you!

famous rockstar eddie x female director (they met on a music video)

he’s married and having an affair with reader, lots of sneaking around and its exciting and hot and he is ready to leave his family behind and drop it all as he is so head over heels in love with her but she wants to end the affair and asks him what he expected and they had fun and he’ll be better off without her

Eddie? An affair? A kink of mine??

Thank you again for your patience as I worked to get this out ! I hope it's what you wanted :)

⚠️Okay you asked for angst with no word of a happy ending, so no happy ending ;) and no part 2 will be coming

Never proofread and written half of it high. Ending is rushed

Eddie Munson had his life together. He is the rockstar he always dreamed to be. His band is famous and always on the road. He settled down and got married. Everything was going smoothly and perfectly. Until he met Y/N. She turned his world upside down.

She was one of the greatest female directors in the music industry. She's worked with Eddie's idols and the biggest bands in the world. Always creating art based on lyrics and melodies. Her mind was creative and wild. Eddie was amazed by her even before he knew her personally.

And now he knew her personally

The second Eddie met her, he felt his body set on fire. His eyes couldn't leave her. The way she smiled, gushed over their band, shook their hands but went for a hug with Eddie. The way she nervously admitted Eddie was her favorite. And Eddie felt his heart explode hearing that leave her lips.

"she's into you" Gareth laughed when she walked away. A push to his shoulder as the band walked on to the set.

"I'm a married man, Gareth. Not gonna happen" Eddie laughed

Eddie didn't listen to his own words.

The band was on set for just over two weeks when Eddie found himself growing closer to Y/N. He found himself always standing as close as he could, inhaling her perfume. Constantly asking about her ideas for each scene because he loved her attention on him. He burned with jealousy when her assistant constantly flirted with her. He shouldn't be jealous, he was married to someone completely different. He had all his priorities screwed up.

The downfall was when all of Eddie's guitar solo shots got scrapped. Some footage didn't save and everything he performed that day was completely lost. Y/N panicked because she was on a deadline and the unsaved footage was going to push her further back. Eddie offered to stay after hours and rerecord all of it. He knew it was a bad idea but he said it was just for his job.

Except it wasn't. It was him and her completely alone on a set. A set that was designed as a bedroom. Eddie sat on the bed alone as he performed his solo. She was doing all the camera work herself, zooming closer and directing his body.

He remembers how she left the camera to walk over to him. Trying to position him the best way, but her foot got caught on a wire and she tripped. Knocking straight into Eddie, crashing them both down on the bed. Eddie out of instinct grabbed her hips. Eyes practically rolling in the back of his head when she let out a tiny moan. She tried to cover it with a cough. A thousand apologies ran off her tongue as she tried to sit up, but his grip never dropped. He squeezed her hips harder as he tried to control his breathing. He was married, he needed to get her off and ignore how hard his dick was growing.

"shit sorry" he said, letting go of her hips. She quickly stood up, smoothing out her clothes

"no that was on me" she laughed, moving the cord out of her way so she wouldn't fall again. Trying to ignore how cold her hips felt now that his hands were gone.

They worked for another hour, trying to ignore the sexual tension. She knew he was married, she's been following his band for years. She couldn't be that other girl. But the way his brown eyes kept looking over her body was messing with her head.

They called for a break, both needing a second to put their mind at rest.

It was so stupid, both knew it but didn't care. Eddie laid on the bed, patting the spot next to him with a small laugh. Her body was tired and exhausted so she accepted.

It could have been seconds, minutes or hours, neither knew when they kissed but they didn't stop. Once he felt her tongue in his mouth he was grabbing her hips and placing her on his lap. Sitting up to cradle her jaw as he twirled his tongue with hers. His jeans got tight as she panted, her panties grew wet as he grunted.

It was a small mistake

But once he started pounding into her as she gripped the sheets below him

They both knew it was a huge mistake.

Eddie went home to his wife that night, he felt wrong for not feeling guilty. He had another woman's cunt soaking him, but he didn't care. He could still feel Y/N lips on his skin and her cum on his tongue and he didn't feel guilty.

By the fourth week the shoot was finished. And the two were still fucking any chance they could. She hated herself for doing it but he was so addicting. The way he'd slide his hand around her waist when he'd grab a snack from the table she stood at. Or the way he pinched her ass when he hugged her goodbye. The way he'd smirk in between shots when he laid on the same bed they fucked on.

But the shoot was done, and she figured that was it. Their little affair was over and she could ignore the guilt.

Then Eddie asked for her number.

The video has been posted and blew up. Fans love the video style. Winning awards after awards. Now she was constantly at award shows, standing with the boys when they won an award from their music video.

Crying on the inside when she met Eddie's wife for the first time. Seeing them kiss and cuddle at their table. A painful reminder she was simply the mistress. How did she allow herself to be that girl?

She vowed to be done that night. Fixing her makeup in the bathroom, ready to walk out when the devil himself slipped inside. Locking the door and crashing his lips on hers. She hated that she kissed back in seconds. The same lips that were kissing his wife's lips all night.

She let the jealousy win, yanking back with a dark look.

"what?" He asked breathlessly, confused at a different look in her eyes.

"she waiting out there?" She snapped

"talking with management" Eddie answered, going to kiss her again when she pushed his chest.

He eyed her confused, then she smirked. Almost like a brilliant idea popped in her head. He didn't have a chance to ask before she shoved him down to his knees, leaning herself against the sink as she lifted up her dress. Throwing a leg over his shoulder, perfect nails diving in his curls and shoving his head straight between her legs.

"yes fuck" she moaned instantly, Eddie already devouring her cunt.

If he was going home with his wife and kissing her goodnight, he's gonna have to kiss his wife with her cum on his tongue.

Eddie had been cheating on his wife for three months at this point. Still never once feeling guilty. No shame in driving to Y/N's house whenever he craved her. Already hooking her legs around him the second he walked through the door.

He covered her in marks, selfishly making sure she didn't stand a chance at finding someone else.

In those three months he has felt things he's never felt with his wife. He actually feels a connection with Y/N. There's more than just sexual tension. He feels happy with her and he hates how he misses her when he lays next to his wife. His wife's touch didn't give him butterflies, or heat up his skin. His wife doesn't make his heart race, not the way Y/N does.

One night, Eddie decided he was ready to pick Y/N for the rest of his life.

But Y/N was planning her goodbye. She couldn't keep sleeping with a married man.

No matter how much she's been slowly falling in love with him, they couldn't be together.

Eddie hated that he knew what was coming when she showed up at the coffee shop. She didn't have her usual smile, the look in her eyes was gone, and she looked drained.

"what's going on?" Eddie asked nervously. His texts and calls were being ignored. He hadn't seen her in weeks.

"we need to end this. It's done" she said emotionlessly.

"wait what? No! I love you. Don't do this" Eddie panicked. He couldn't lose her when he was this close. He already got the divorced papers, he's ready to be just hers.

"you are married Eddie! We are so wrong. We had our fun and that was it. We were never meant to be in a relationship. It was just fucking. Go back to your wife Eddie." She spat out, standing up and leaving the shop.

"HEY WAIT!" he screamed. Turning around.

Allowing herself to cry once she made it out the door. No idea the man she left already left his life behind for her.

She missed the way he cried into his hands.

She was out the door before he could even chase her.

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the-bomb-sammi-morse · 1 year

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Alright, The Chris Evans Thing and A Bit of Psychology Behind It.

Okay, since everyone is going nuts in the Chris Evans fandom, I thought I’d throw my two cents in. So he’s supposedly “confirmed” to be dating Alba Baptista. I’ve heard rumors about her supposedly being in porn. We all know she’s only 25. Everyone is up in arms because Chris says he wants to settle down and have a family. He’s been saying that for years. But his history with long term relationships has been that they have occured while he had been working and or promoting and constantly traveling. It’s easy to have a long term relationship with someone via phone or being at home for a bit and just having sex and not doing any real life planning. You don’t spend enough time with the person to get sick of them.

I’d also like to point out that he’s a well known mama’s boy, and admits to that. We all know that mama’s boys, especially when they are part italian (Chris is half), get everything taken care of for them except for the sex. They’re loved unconditionally by their mothers, even when they’re being an animal or recklessly going through women. As long as his mother is doing these things for him and the fact that he can do no wrong in his life, he’s set for life save for the sex. Because he can get sex whenever he wants (he’s Chris Evans) he doesn’t need to worry about a relationship. I think he is secretly a commitment-phobe, based on all the anxiety he talks about, as well as his parents divorcing when he was young.

Chris also stated sometime during the Infinity War production and End Game release that he planned on taking a break from acting to focus on finding a relationship, getting married and starting a family. By the time his contract was up with Marvel, he was booking and had already booked a bunch of other projects, as well as co-founding A Starting Point. He’s been working steadily ever since save for about a year of lockdown. Eventually he hit 40 and I think he’s having a midlife crisis. He’s rethinking whether or not he should’ve done so many projects besides Marvel and that he still isn’t a husband and father yet.

However, up until now, his “relationships” have all been age appropriate for him. Now, he’s dating a 25 year old at 41. It’s not pedophilia by any means, but most young starlets are in Hollywood for one thing, money, and they’ll do whatever they have to to get it. So here we are, Chris is “secretly” parading this girl around. (Quick flashback, he also “secretly” hung out with Lily James, while she was in a complicated relationship that was on the outs, as well as Jenny Slate, who was getting divorced. It was all sex without commitment.) Because his mother will see no wrong in who he’s “dating”, he’ll think he’s doing no wrong. He wants to feel young, and with a girl trying to make it in the industry, it’s easy for him to get laid. Knowing she probably isn’t ready to settle down yet either, he rolls with the “relationship” because it’s guaranteed sex. He also doesn’t need to worry about the whole kids situation, as he has many nieces and nephews at this point that he loves. He’s also likely gotten to realize that he doesn’t have to take care of them 24-7, and that he can bring them back to their parents whenever he wants, or when he has to go to work.

It’s well known that if a man wants a serious relationship, he’ll do whatever it takes to get one. As long as Chris is praised for everything he does by his mother, he’s getting regular sex, and has substitute children between his family and his Marvel family, he’ll probably be a bachelor for a very long time, if not the rest of his life. He has Dodger to keep him company in the house alone, and that seems to be what he’s happy with.

With the way Chris has been talking about himself since at least 2015, about his hair thinning, and not being able to work out the same and not being able to drink and eat like he used to, plus mentioning he’s not a good cook at all, what woman his age would want to deal with that? A women his age probably has baggage herself and doesn’t need to boost his ego constantly because he has insecurities. She has plenty of her own problems. This is why only young girls will buy his act, and that’s only until they mature and realize they want Chris home and they want to settle down, get married and have kids. Leonardo Dicaprio is the same way. When he started aging he would date girls under 25 and only for a few years until they came to their senses and realized he wasn’t going to commit.

Most people will say, that’s not true, or how do you know this? I myself also went through something similar with a guy who actually was, and still is, just like Chris. His name is Erik. (We were both live in and are from Massachusetts, so I know they type.) He has the buzz cut and goatee/beard, fuckboy mentality/ behavior and will not grow up. He himself claimed he was a Masshole. (Look it up people.) He loves to party and spend money, but only on himself. He had two cars (one was a flashy used police Interceptor) and still living with his brother, the brother’s wife and their three kids. He, like Chris, always loved his nieces and nephews and would send me pictures. All but one of his siblings all had kids and baby mama/daddy drama, and his parents divorced when he was young. Because if this, he said he doesn’t do relationships, but would occasionally spend a few weeks trying to win me over, and because I wouldn’t sleep with him, he’d go away for a while. We met at 24, almost six years ago now, and to this day, despite the fact that I’ll have nothing to do with him, he stills hits me up asking for casual sex. It’s because his other easy resources dry up, or like Leo DiCaprio, the young girls get sick of his shit.

The reason I bring up my experience is because it seems that’s exactly the way Chris is acting. Doing the bare minimum (one walk out holding hands) and enough smooth words to get what he needs, and before you know it, he goes cold and is nowhere to be found but partying somewhere (or in Erik’s case, trolling on Tinder.

To sum up, I think Chris is not as excited for a family as he claims to be. I believe that’s why he says you’ll never hear him talk about it, because it’s not happening. He didn’t care about being photographed with Jessica Biel, Minka Kelly, Jenny Slate or Lily James because he knew those “relationships” weren’t going anywhere besides the bedroom. He has enough people caring for him and surrogate family in his nieces and nephews and plenty of friends. He even has his Marvel family. His Marvel costars, including Jeremy Renner, who even became a full time dad himself and domesticated his life, despite liking the party scene, has said that Chris is the one that wants to get them into shenanigans and go out all the time, but they all have kids. This type of behavior from Chris would not last long if he wanted a wife and kids. He says he wants tradition, and this is hardly it.

I’ve been a long time fan and know how talented he is, but I’m starting to lose some respect for him. I do get that he may be going through a midlife crisis, but he’s not the person he says he is, because if it was, he’d take a break from working (he can afford it) spend some time in Massachusetts, long enough to find a low key Boston girl who can “bust his balls” and “look great in sweatpants and a wet ponytail” and marry her and raise his kids here like he’s said many times before. It just doesn’t seem to be happening for him. He seems to have a full slate of projects coming up and he’s going full steam ahead.

*Full disclosure: I have no hate whatsoever for any of Chris’s girlfriends, past or present, nor do I believe in not having any fun as a parent. Every OG Avenger cast member and friend of Chris has found love and a perfect balance of family, work and fun, often combining all three.*

Update: Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/the-bomb-sammi-morse/702647610703527936/the-chris-evans-fiasco-and-psychology-behind-it?source=share

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moreespressoformydepresso · 3 months

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What infuriates you most about descendants? From books and movies?

Mal.

More specifically her botched character from descendants 2 onwards and the way it affects the outcome of the story. She started out as a really good character and then the writing ruined her.

Okay so how to explain this in a reasonable word count? My biggest issue with Mal is that she seems to backslide on character development constantly. It’s not a one off, and Dove Cameron’s acting and singing cannot save Mal from the fact that two whole movie plots were caused by her doing something that makes no sense from any angle. To be clear: I like Mal… in D1. The first movie, while suffering from the same general weirdness as all Disney channel movies, is pretty good and Mal has a well-written arc. Its only problem is time constraint, but I can live with it being a little rushed and surface level because it’s Disney and it’s just one movie. It will forever grind my gears that Mal makes the emotional “we be good now” speech when she was literally the only one actively still trying to follow the plan, but again it’s Disney and she’s the main character. My only real critique is that Jay, Evie, and Carlos should have been the one giving the “we don’t want to be evil” speech rather than have Mal list out why her friends don’t want to be evil when they clearly already know (as shown in the montage during If Only’s reprise). But whatever, girl who’s never known anything other than how to be evil learns how to be good and find herself thanks to the love of her life. Compelling nature vs nurture story.

Then Descendants 2 rolls around, and the issues start popping up. Audrey doesn’t exist in the movie, which sucks because I feel like this movie should have at least acknowledged the consequences of Mal’s previous evil behavior (and also I like Audrey), but I can live with that. What I cannot live with is Mal being a horrible (girl)friend and making boneheaded decisions despite supposedly being a better person than she was before. I like the concept of someone breaking under the stress of adapting to an environment that is the complete opposite of what she’d known before, especially with the added pressure of being on the road of becoming the queen of Auradon, but as you may have guessed I find the execution severely lacking. My main gripe is that Mal’s reaction is stupid and goes against what the first movie told us. When you break, you cannot be expected to make great decisions, but Mal went through the trouble of enchanting her scooter to get through the barrier (which makes me ask all kinds of questions about the questionable security of the barrier, but whatever) and then actually went there, and chose to stay there even when her friends came to get her, practicality abandoning all of them even after she had time to calm down and think things through. That’s no longer just the stress. Mal was a better friend when they were all villains who don’t do love than she was when she’d supposedly turned good.

Supposedly, she’s learning to be a good person. But she lies about using magic and then abandons everyone without a word after a freakout where Ben’s clearly not even mad about the magic. She could have left a damn note, said goodbye, explained herself, but no. And that’s me going along with the whole leaving thing at all, but honestly even that’s a massive overreaction. Her issue is the pressure that comes with being the king’s girlfriend, that’s got nothing to do with being good, so why didn’t she just break up with Ben? It would’ve honestly been nicer than not breaking up with him and leaving for the isle forever without telling him where she’s going. This, of course, gets Ben kidnapped by pirates. Mal wants to help save him after making a dumbass bet (which was all kinds of stupid) that forced her to give the pirates Fairy Godmother’s want (idk how it would work inside the barrier that blocks magic but sure) but she still plans on staying on the isle. Okay fine, if that’s where she’s happy, but could she maybe talk to her friends and boyfriend about this at least once?!?! Then of course she goes back to Auradon anyways.

In case you haven’t noticed, everything Mal does in D2 is selfish. Not once does she consider anybody else’s feelings. Only a glimpse in Space Between but that’s a single song and all it comes down to is “we’ll still be together” which, to me, hangs a lampshade on the fact that Mal can leave with her scooter whenever she wants and all the kids stuck on the isle can’t. Nobody considers them, except for the antagonists of the movie. Not once does Mal, who is supposed to have grown from being evil, consider anybody else’s feelings in her decision making. Even accepting she’s going back to her evil upbringing, which could be interpreted as a way to show how abuse victims will often chose what’s familiar over what’s actually good for them, there should be something there to show us she isn’t actually the rotten being she pretends to be. You know, since the whole point of the first movie is that she’s not a bad person but pretending to be because that’s what she’s been taught is who she must be? It invalidates the whole first movie. But it gets even worse, because now we finally get to Descendants 3.

The absolute lowest of lows Mal’s character sees in the trilogy of movies, D3 made me hate her to the core of my very being. Not only does she have the same issue as she did in D2 where all her decisions are driven by selfishness with a callous lack of care for literally anybody else, she now lacks even the paperthin excuse of pressure getting to her. Stress and being overwhelmed can make people do stupid things, which is why I gave Mal leeway and didn’t hate her necessarily. I just didn’t really like her anymore. D3 took that leeway together with any and all character development Mal had over the previous two movies, rolled it up into a ball, and threw it out of a skyscraper’s highest window to splatter it onto the pavement below. One villain (who is her dad) almost gets through the barrier and her immediate reaction is to screw over every single innocent child on the isle and lock the barrier forever?!?! What the fuck is wrong with this chick?! I meant what I said in my post about the descendants boys, Ben should’ve told her that if she thinks the risk of one villain getting out is more important than the lives of thousands of abused children, then by her logic they should throw the kids they’ve already brought over back on there too. After all, there’s a risk they may still want to be villains given Mal’s little freakout in D2, tHe RiSk’S jUsT tOo HiGh! Those villains were dealt with by like- three heroes each. You mean to tell me all of them combined cannot handle that? Bring some guards with you next trip and don’t drag your feet when you close the barrier behind you next time, problem fucking solved! Or don’t tell anyone when you’re gonna go get the kids??? No one followed the core four out, and despite this oh so massive risk Mal’s so worried about she sure as fuck wasn’t worried about opening the barrier to go get Hades’ amber! Then Gil and Harry came out and guess what? They helped the main crew because all they wanted was to get off the isle. Mal didn’t just not oppose this cruel, extreme idea… she came up with it. Supposedly she’s a better person now, but her first reaction to her perfect life being slightly threatened with the possibility of issues (not even ruin, just issues), was to disregard every single child who’s just like her (if not better, because their parents weren’t the literal mistress of evil) and damn them to a life in hell on earth, an existence of nothing but crime and poverty and starvation and abuse! How can she be anything but selfish and mean and cruel with a thought process like that?! Her literal reason is that she wanted to protect her and her friends’s new life! So apparently in her mind, now that she has everyone she cares about off the isle, it’s not worth caring about the isle anymore. She has who she wants off, and fuck everybody else. Then she lies to everybody about it being her idea because she needs Uma and her crew to defeat Audrey, meaning she knows full well that what she’s doing is horribly shitty.

That’s what truly gets me, actually. If she genuinely believed this was the right thing to do, if she truly, 100% believed that there was no better solution and this is what had to be done… why did she lie? Why didn’t she explain herself with good arguments? Well… because there aren’t any. This was the worst possible solution, and she knows that, but it’s the best way to ensure her happily ever after isn’t threatened so who gives a shit? (Everybody else, but clearly Mal doesn’t care about that). She lies so she can use Uma, Harry, and Gil. She lies so her friends won’t get mad at her for her horrible behavior. She lies, because it suits her. Because it gives her the happy ending she wants, and that’s all she cares about. Then when this fails, she decides to go the other extreme route of breaking the fucking barrier so she can be queen of both Auradon and the Isle. That’s her literal reason. She says it herself. Even when she makes a “good” decision, it’s just to serve her. To give her more power. I know the message it’s supposed to send is that bullshit about evil not being inherent but fuck that. I don’t believe it, and I really wish we got to see the moment right after the credits where the villains do what they promised they would: take over Auradon and destroy everything, because some of them were on there for a very good reason. The whole point of the two previous movies was that we shouldn’t judge or condemn people based on what their parents did, but on what they do themselves. I have no idea how that means not judging the parents for their own actions either, and frankly it’s so stupid and shortsighted I’ll leave it there. There’s a reason I completely ignore the ending of descendants 3.

Anyways, what I’m saying is that after the first movie Mal’s character just kept getting worse and worse and I cannot stand her anymore. She’s selfish and mean and doesn’t give a shit about anyone but herself, and the narrative tries desperately to convince us she’s a good person deep down but with everything she’s done I just can’t buy it anymore even though I want to. They began well, with a good story about recovering from trauma, and somehow it ended up with them making trauma survivors look even worse than popular media usually does and I hate it. They tried to write a complex villain protagonist who learned to become a better person and escaped from the family cycle that’s implied to exist in Evil Like Me, which is good, but then they fucked it up. Badly. And I cannot stand Mal’s character with how she’s written, nor can I stomach the massive gap between who Mal is and who the narrative incessantly insists she is.

As you can tell I have many feelings on this, and I have a lot more to say but I’ve tried to not make this too long. I hope you enjoyed reading my rant because it was very cathartic to write :).

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf pt 2

A/N: Ahhh okay I’m quite thrilled about the response on the first part of this and I’m excited to make this a series! Like I mentioned, this is my first time doing this so bear with me as the plot progresses! If there are things you want to happen, suggestions of where it should go, etc feel free to drop in the notes <33

Summary: Soft Dean being sweet to you after a nightmare, slow burn hehehe

Warnings: just fluff really… for now😈

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About an hour after you had fallen asleep, Dean stepped outside to call Sam and make sure he’s handled everything back at your house. While Dean was outside the motel room talking to Sam, he heard you scream.

Bursting through the door, he saw you rolling around and shaking in your bed. In a second, he was by your side trying to wake you up. “Shhh shh Y/N wake up, it’s just a dream. I’m right here, please wake up.” With a gasp you come out of your nightmare to reality which was your nightmare. Tears flood your eyes again and Dean goes to hold you. You look up at him, and his hearts breaks once again for the girl he just met. “C-can you… possibly stay here” you ask more vulnerable than you’ve ever been. Dean nods, sinking down further into the bed with you, still holding you close. Being wrapped in his warm embrace was the most comfortable you had ever felt in your life. You didn’t grow up with a loving family and had never been in a relationship. You didn’t realize how much you needed to be held not only before this tragedy happened but especially now. Dean somehow knew that and had been comforting you in the way you didn’t know you needed. You were extremely grateful and wanted to do something to thank the brothers, however how do you thank someone for saving you from a werewolf, comforting you from the trauma, and helping you clean up the aftermath? That was too much to think about so you decided to make it tomorrow’s problem. Finally, you drifted off to sleep for the second time, but this time without the nightmare.

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The next morning, Dean woke up with you in his arms. As he blinked himself awake, he was careful not to move because he didn’t want to disturb you. Dean studied your face. You looked so peaceful, he dreaded the moment you would wake up and have to face reality again. He knows what that’s like and it pains him to see this girl who tried to make a better life for herself end up the same as him. He wanted to do everything in his power to keep her safe and try to get her life back on track. He wasn’t exactly sure what was so special about this girl, but the longer he stared at her sweet, sleeping face, the bigger the swell in his chest got. She was also wearing his shirt which he has never let another girl do. Their situation was anything but sexy, however for a brief moment he couldn’t help but let himself think. She was absolutely stunning, even covered in dirt and blood. Then she stepped out of the shower in his shirt and he quickly had to bring himself to reality to keep those thoughts away since they weren’t appropriate at the time. Dean became more increasingly aware of the beautiful woman wrapped around his body, in his clothes, and immediately jumped out of bed, still trying to be as gentle as possible as to not wake you, to take a cold shower. Sam was still asleep in the adjacent bed. When you woke up not too long after, you laid there staring at the ceiling preparing yourself to face everything. Finally, after deciding you’ll never truly be ready, you stood up and walked over to your destroyed clothes that sat in a pile on the floor. That’s when Dean walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel draped over his lower half. You accidentally stare at the man in front of you, really appreciating the view. “Like what you see?” Dean says with a smirk on his face. Your cheeks go red, quickly averting your gaze. “Dean, I’m so sorry I- didn’t mean to stare. You just surprised me.” you sputter the words out quickly. Deciding not to make further comments as to try and not make you uncomfortable, Dean grabbed his clothes and retreated back to the bathroom, smirk still proudly on his face. You rub your hands over your face, embarrassed he caught you staring and replaying what just happened over in your mind. Sam wakes up and sits up in his bed. “Mornin Y/N” he says with a yawn. Once he opens his eyes more, he reads the look on your face. “Are you okay? Well that’s a stupid question considering what has happened, but I mean you look kind of…spooked” Sam says. “Yeah… no.. i- i am uh… totally fine yeah” you stutter out, face still flushed. Sam decides to leave it alone. Dean exits the bathroom, fully clothed this time, and you rush in to change. As you two pass, an unspoken volt of electricity passes between the two of you. The rest of the morning is pretty quiet.

You guys all go to a diner for breakfast before Sam and Dean drive you back to your parent’s house.

“I know it can’t be easy staying here, are you sure this is where you want to be?” Sam asked you.

“I was going to move back in with my parents, so it’s not like I have anywhere else to go anyways. I’ll be fine.” You say trying to remain as stoic as possible. “I uh- have something for you guys. It’s kind of stupid, but I don’t know how to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.” You say handing a piece of paper to Sam and another one to Dean. You had spent your time in the back seat sketching each of them in the most epic scene, so hopefully they could see themselves as you do; heroes.

“Oh my god, this is incredible” Sam says reaching to hug you. Dean stands there with the paper in his hands and tears fighting their way to the surface. He choked them back before you broke away from Sam so you couldn’t see.

“I didn’t know you could draw. This is uh- really nice. Thank you Y/N” Dean says, pulling you in for a hug as well. When his arms wrap around your body, you both melt into each other. Not without some hesitation from both parties do you guys pull away. You watch from the porch as the brothers load into the Impala and drive away, never to be seen again… Or so you thought.

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam and dean #supernatural #fanfic #sam winchester #impala 67

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shieldofiron · 9 months

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¿Qué le ha Pasado al Sábado?

Eddie Munson was known for three things. The first was the time he read his poem out loud in class and it turned out to be about a human falling in love with a dwarf woman, and so everyone knew that Eddie Munson liked chicks with beards. He was known for his old metal lunchbox, of course.

And also, known mostly around the popular girls, he was a safe drive home. No questions asked, apparently, if a girl came to him at a party and tugged at his sleeve, she would be ushered safely into his van for an uneventful, if loud, ride home.

Heather didn't do sleeve tugging. And she didn't normally do things like this. But some older boys had gotten into the party, and Tina was apparently trying to kick them out with some help from that kid from California. And one of them wouldn't leave Heather alone. And her ride, Melissa, had disappeared. And Heather had a stupid curfew.

So, now she was here in a van that smelled like feet, trying not to think about what could be baked into these nasty seats.

The famous lunch box sat between her heels, cold against her ankle.

Munson glanced at her, just out of the corner of his eye, "Nice costume."

She eyed the same old clothes he wore every day, "Right back at you. You going as the town drug dealer?"

"And you're a black cat," He smirked, "Didn't waste even a single brain cell on that."

"I'm saving them for something worthwhile," She smiled sourly. Her knee shook and she folded her hands in her lap, trying to calm herself.

"Yeah, like what?"

"I thought this was supposed to be a no questions asked kind of thing."

"Just trying to make conversation," He sighed.

She leaned over and turned up the music, trying to stare straight ahead and not notice the way he turned to look at her.

Heather was not known for a lot of things. She had no notable crushes, it was widely agreed that no one in school was good enough for her. People didn't know her real favorite song (Red Hot by Mötley Crüe), her favorite color (Orange), or her favorite movie (Phantom of the Paradise.)

Heather enjoyed the control, knowing what other people thought of her. Like the boy next to her in the car.

She let out a breath, licking her lips and tasting the baby pink lipstick she'd carefully applied before going over to Munson and pulling him away from the partygoers.

"Turn here," She pointed.

"A dirt road? I thought you lived-"

"Did I stutter, freak?"

He rolled his eyes, but turned as directed, "As you wish."

"Okay, where-"

"Just park," Heather's leg was shaking again. Damn it.

He threw the van into park with a sharp jerk of his arm, "Holloway, if you brought me out here to get jumped, I have a crowbar under my seat, and I don't-"

"Shut up," She stared out wordlessly at the night.

"I'm not fucking-"

"Shut up," She reached over and grabbed him by the chin.

It wasn't what she expected. She expected a sort of wild kiss. Mashing mouths, and getting this ridiculous crush of hers out of her head. But his lips were soft, and her stomach went kind of melted and fluttery when he reached out, just a few seconds in, and held her jaw too.

Heather wasn't known for it, but she'd been watching him. Laughing raucously with his friends in the lunchroom, throwing balled up paper in the back of study hall. She'd picked up one once. It was a drawing of a dragon curled around a princess with dark hair. His claw was reached all around her waist, claws digging in.

Heather dug her nails into his cheek and Munson groaned, his lips falling open. He tasted her, and then groaned again.

She'd seen the other girls climbing into the van. Chrissy Cunningham putting a hand on his leather clad arm. A hand, studded with jewels hovering at her waist.

Heather climbed over the seat, straddling his lap without breaking the kiss. He kept one hand on her face, callouses brushing the sensitive skin of her neck, rings brushing against her hair. The other hand slid up her thigh, rippling the material of her fishnets. Frissions of heat rolled up her spine.

"Curfew?" He asked dazedly when they finally parted, baby pink lipstick smeared over his face, sticking in his stubble.

She patted his cheek, "Don't waste any brain cells. We have better things to do."

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For @gonegrove

#munway #hellguard #heather x eddie #my ficlets #eddie x heather #eddie munson #heather holloway #st rarepairs

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 2 years

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so I just read Clementine Book One and now I taste nothing but salt

here are my first impression notes-

the spoiler free version: It’s bad. Like things weren’t great but I was vibin’ until about chapter 8, then it took a nose dive into shit.

Can’t wait to read it several more times and write up the full review because ha ha I have a lot to say and very little of it is nice.

1/5 stars, and yes, Amos makes up that one star, otherwise this would get nothing from me.

the spoiler version:

before I even begin, I should give a brief summary of how I’m feeling, that way I can compare the pre-read/post-read feelings: Ugh. I feel ugh.

now that we’ve documented that, let’s begin.

alright, not even a a full page in and I’m already so blehh about this not being in color. For those who don’t know, color is important in Tillie Walden’s other works. In my opinion, the way she uses color is the best thing about her work because it compliments her messier style of linework, working with it rather than against it. But when everything is greyscale, it’s so boring and lifeless... sure, it’s the walking dead and the world sucks and I’m sure skybound wanted this comic to match the others so Tillie doesn’t even get to work with the thing she excels at.... great.

sooooo Clementine is on crutches, she’s using them and a knife to kill a bunch of walkers........ why isn’t she covering herself in walker guts in order to make it past herds without having to fight and run? y’know, like a smart person?

she broke her peg leg and fell down... and the very first thing we get outta her as far as dialogue is “euch”..... amazing

gasp, is that an Amos I see? must be, Clementine’s glaring at him.

“what’s it like on the road? are there lots of devils ‘n stuff?” oh please tell me that these people call the walkers “devils,” please, that’s hilarious

Okay, so remember Denny? The guy who was in the teaser pages we got forever ago but I wasn’t sure of his name so I just named him Denny because he was a dentist. Turns out his name is Rabby, but I’m tempted to keep calling him Denny just outta spite.

Still rolling my eyes at the fact that this Clementine doesn’t know how to take care of her leg as if she doesn’t know basic first aid.

Yes, Clementine, obviously you have to wash your leg regularly to prevent infection, obviously you have to redress it often, you should know that.

Anyway, Denny is a chill dude, too bad Clementine is so insistent on getting outta there so she can climb a tree.

“Hey! Hat boy! You’ve got company!” .......hat boy. Ugh.

not impressed with the overall dialogue so far, you can really feel that this isn’t a telltale voice, y’know?

y’know, this Clementine feels like if ANF Clementine never found AJ and TFS never happened, she just went on with her angst train, lost her leg some other way, and now ended up here.

I’m glad Amos finds Clem funny, because I find her dull.... god that’s not a sentence I want to be typing.

...Alright, I don’t know what’s supposed to be happening, Clementine and Amos [mostly Amos, Clementine wanted to leave] saved three? I think I could three? people and it looked like one of them was gonna turn into a walker but no? he’s not? I’m sorry, was he trying to crawl forward and Clem took that as a threat? did he grab her and she attacked? I think that’s the implication since she them stomped on his hand and someone else in the carriage said “what did you do to that girl?” ..... sure wish I could tell what the hell was actually happening.

but also, not at all surprised that Tillie would throw in a “and then Clementine got groped by an old man,” based on some of her other novels.

Oh..... Helen is the horse. Pfffttttt..... it took me how many pages to realize Amos is talking about the horse and not someone back at the town?? uuughhhhhh

Amos is literally the only likable thing so far. He actually has a voice and personality whereas Clementine is just an angsty piece of bread.

Ugh. Evil twins who won’t give their names.

PFFFTTT.... oh no, the evil twins killed Helen! Who could’ve seen that coming?? Literally everyone??? SKSKSKSKS

Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh about a dead horse but c’mon, the cheapest way to get a reader/viewer to feel something is to kill an animal and like, now Amos is all sad and I’m shaking my head and sipping my wine.

oh good, the new love interest is here.

......what. why are you blushing and looking at Clementine already? y’all met two seconds ago and had one conversation.

They’re calling the twins Right and Left.... alright then.

Amos is my favorite so far. He’s the only one who has gotten a laugh outta me.

Nawww look at the three of them being friends, this is tooooootally gonna last, mmhmmm....

oop Ricca made a remark about Clem’s leg and she got upset, now Amos is sick. Lame.

AH YES, LEAVE AMOS ALONE AND SICK WITH THE EVIL TWINS, THAT’S FINE SKSKSKS

oh my god, this whole Clementine and Ricca “romance” is so.... not even a romance, I’m cackling

KJASLKJLAKJDSLKJSAD WHY

WHY THOUGH

oh now we’re just gonna info dump Ricca’s backstory? turns out she had a brother who used to push her ahead when checking for danger and then broke her glasses so that she had to rely on him until she found another working pair, so then she abandoned him and never looked back.

CLEMENTINE NAMED HER LEG KENNY THAT REVIEW WAS RIGHT I CAN’T WHAT A GARBAGE CHOICE

Kenny was probably one of the worst people to have Clementine name her leg after. Naming her prosthetic leg after the guy who beat the shit out of Arvo... the kid who wore a brace on his leg? who struggled more and more to move around the more Kenny beat him up? great choice.

“he was moody” HHAHAHAHHAHA YEAH THAT’S ONE WAY TO DESCRIBE KENNY SURE

Oh for fucks sake, we’re gonna flashback to AJ cutting off her leg, huh? why bother?

who the fuck is this???

Tim???? Who the fuck is Tim??? AND HE GOT BIT SAVING CLEMENTINE

I’m laughing

what is even happening

Amos and one of the twins wanna run off.... what

okay seriously, the art is making it so hard to understand what the hell is happening

...........what

what

do you hear that? in the distance? that’s me... I’m laughing. Why? Because the evil twin fucking pushed Amos off a cliff and then stomped on her sister.... she literally murdered Amos and it came out of FUCKING NO WHERE

Amos was the one good character in this book and you killed him. You killed the only good thing. What is this pacing? there was no set up for that, you just pushed him, and I’m..... what the fuck is this writing?

Oh, and apparently one of the twins isn’t evil. Olivia is supposedly good but the other one is evil. I know this because sHE PUSHED AMOS OFF A CLIFF

OKAY

I’m fucking choking on my wine because for the first time, I’m legit pissed.

The reason Clementine left the school? the REAL reason? Clementine left Ericson because “But after I lost my leg, everything felt different. No one *said* it, but I could feel it. They thought I was a liability. But I think the real issue... was that I couldn’t talk to and of them about it. They were all around my age, and I... I just wanted to talk to Lee about it. Someone older, and I don’t know....”

Are you

Are you fucking serious

Are you shitting me

are you fucKING

oh my god

oh my fucking hell

you

...............................

Tillie, Skybound, we need to talk because you

I am so

........................

Ricca just called Clementine baby.

oh and she’s shot

and the evil twin is dead

but who gives a shit, really?

my entire mouth tastes of salt what the fuck

they found a stupid plane but I no longer care about anything, I’m mad that Amos is dead for no reason other and that THAT was the reason Clementine left

“Continued in Book 2″ oh fuck off

So, how do I feel now? compared to when I started? I feel UUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH

Take that as you will.

Stay turned for the full review. Don’t know when it’ll be out but I gotta read this stupid thing a couple more times before I start. Ugh.

#clem comic spoilers #twdg clementine #y'all..... what the hell #i expected disappointment and it's exactly what I got #twdg

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actress4him · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 28 - The Shadow of Death

This is a canon piece that follows after Take Me Instead, the beginning of their captivity with Kane. Bruno and Kane belong to Izzy. Mind the tags!

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

Masterlist

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.” | Sacrifice

Contains: lady whump, dude whump, aftermath of vaguely implied noncon, dissociation, captivity, restraints, panic, talk of death, talk of self-sacrifice

“Kamaria.”

The name floats past her, in and out of her hearing, without meaning anything. Nothing means anything. Nothing is real, the world around her is warped and she floats through it.

“Kamaria…please. Come back to me, my love.”

A single coherent thought crosses her mind - I don’t want to come back. She doesn’t know why. She has the distinct feeling, though, that if she thinks about it too hard, she’s going to regret it.

It’s too late, though. The voice keeps beckoning her, and her mind is drawn to it, wanting to identify it and see what it wants. She hears it louder, clearer, and the walls of the room begin to come into focus, then suddenly she’s awake, she’s lying on the ground, there are chains around her wrists and ankles and throat and she hurts. There’s so much pain, and she remembers why. She remembers, before everything went away and she started floating, that she was screaming, and screaming, and screaming, and she couldn’t stop.

She’s screaming now, she realizes. Something between screams and sobs, ripping straight from her chest. She wants to go back to the place where everything was meaningless. She doesn’t want to remember, but now she can’t do anything but remember.

The one thing she’s always feared finally happened. She’s relived it in her dreams over and over again, the night when she, as a young girl, had to witness her friends and family being attacked. She’s imagined it happening to herself nearly as many times. And now it has.

Just because it’s over doesn’t mean the fear is gone, though. It’s still choking her, like it’s happening all over again right here, right now.

“Kamaria, please. It’s over. I’m here.”

Bruno. He’s always tried to keep her safe. He tried this time, too, but he couldn’t. He can’t save her now, from her fear and her memories, but she clings to his voice, anyway.

“Help, help, help me, help me please…” She doesn’t know what she’s saying, the words spill out on the heels of her sobs as she rolls toward him, trying to find his face through a blur of tears.

“I’m here, I’m right here, love.” His voice is hoarse, a barely-there rasp. She remembers now, that in the midst of her own screaming, he was screaming, too. A heartrending sound that she could barely even focus on. Right now it sounds like he might be crying along with her. “It’s just us. No one else is here. Just breathe, okay? Breathe, Kamaria.”

She can’t breathe, not as long as this pain persists, reminding her of everything that just happened. But she tries. For Bruno, she tries to calm herself. Her eyes finally latch onto his, whole body trembling as she forces deeper breaths into her lungs.

“That’s it, there you go. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Her face crumples and a fresh batch of tears begin pouring down her cheeks. She hasn’t cried like this in so many years, but she has no control over it right now. She’s so weak. None of this should have ever happened, she should have been able to fight it, but there were just so many of them. And even now, she should be able to handle it. She’s experienced much worse pain than this so many times, has been in so many horrible situations. Why must this be the thing that has her coming undone?

“Ey lamoste, ey lamoste.” He doesn’t need to have to deal with her right now, they need to be figuring out a way to get free and get out of here. She sucks in another breath, trying mostly in vain to wipe her cheek on her shoulder.

“No, you have no need to be sorry. I’m sorry. So, so sorry, Kamaria, I…I tried, but it wasn’t enough. I failed you. I couldn’t stop them, I wasn’t strong enough for you.”

She shakes her head, swallowing down more tears. “You couldn’t…there was nothing you could do. You shouldn’t have tried to sacrifice yourself.”

“I had to, I couldn’t just let them -!” What little remains of his voice catches, and he looks up at the ceiling, blinking back his own tears. “But I did. I let them do exactly what I was trying to prevent.”

“It’s not your fault. They had you chained up, you had no way of getting to me. I couldn’t fight them, either, I’m the one who…who let them.” Another wave of memory washes over her and she gasps, curling in on herself, pain shooting through her center when she moves.

“Hey, hey keep breathing, love.” He’s rolled back toward her now, leaning as far forward as he can with the chain around his neck holding him back. “It’s alright. It’s not your fault, either, okay? You can’t blame yourself. Just keep breathing, and focus on me, right here and now.”

She can’t not blame herself, but she does focus on him, matching her breaths with his for a moment. “If you…if you had managed to sacrifice yourself, like you wanted…if you’d left me behind and gone off to…to die, or whatever you were trying to do…I’d have never forgiven you. I would have hunted him down until I found you and got you back. You’re not supposed to do that, we’re supposed to fight together.”

“I know. I’m sorry. But Kane, he…he’s nearly impossible to beat. He’s too powerful, has too many men behind him, and he knows…he knows exactly what to do to break people. I didn’t want that to happen to you. I deserve what he was going to give me, I’m a war criminal. You don’t deserve any of this. You shouldn’t have to be here.”

“Shut up,” she hisses. “Whatever you did…I know you, and I know you wouldn’t do it without a really good reason. That doesn’t mean you deserve death, or captivity, or any of the rest of it.”

Bruno sighs heavily, wincing a little and readjusting his position. They must have beaten him at some point, he has a split lip and a bruise forming on his cheekbone. “I had a very, very good reason for it. And I will tell you about it…someday, I promise. But that doesn’t change the fact that I committed a crime, and Kane is determined to make me pay for it. He won’t be satisfied with just my death, though. He could have taken me up on my offer if that was the case. He wants to punish me, and…” He gazes at her, eyes full of sadness. “And he’ll use you to do it.”

The thought of having to go through what just happened again makes her heart stop beating for a moment, but she pushes through this time, forcing her lungs to work, forcing her expression back into neutral, clenching her jaw until it aches to keep herself under control. It hasn’t been this hard to do so for a long, long time.

“I can handle pain,” she tells him once she’s sure she can speak without crying. “You know I can.”

His face says that he knows exactly what’s going through her head, regardless of what she’s saying aloud. “I know. That doesn’t mean I want you to, though. Watching you go through everything with Roderick was bad enough, I…” Shaking his head, he stares at the ceiling again.

“Kamaria, I don’t know what’s going to happen in the coming days. It’s going to be hard, and I don’t know how long he’ll let me survive. I will do everything I can to protect you, though.”

“I don’t need you to protect me. Protect yourself for once, please.”

“Not if it means…” He turns to her, and he looks almost…defeated. “Not if it means you going through that again. I can’t…” He swallows hard, breath shuddering as he draws it in. “I’m going to do everything I can to protect you. And I want you to remember, no matter what happens to us, that I love you, okay? I will always love you.”

Saying it is still so new, it feels like trying to learn Common all over again. That doesn’t make it any less true, though. “I love you, too, Bruno. Always. Ey ti ameil.”

“Ey ti ameil.”

She doesn’t poke fun at him for his accent, he’s so genuine and the moment is too fragile. At any moment, the little bit of peace they’ve found will shatter. She’s always prided herself on being strong, but she isn’t, not right now. She needs him, needs his love, to get through.

They have to make it through.

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top 5 wtc characters?

Thank you for the ask Gamo! Love seeing you in the notifs. I’m gonna include a couple umi characters in here because all my faves are from higurashi and that wouldn’t be fair. And I haven’t read Ciconia yet.

1. Hanyuu. Hanyuu is baby. I loved the purple demon child from the first auau. I do realize that she has way less development than every other main character in the series but I don’t care because she is an adorable little cinnamon roll who must be protected. Also she is shy and scared and can’t join the group until she’s invited in and that is hecking relatable.

2. Rika. Rika is the peak of complex character writing and I love her for it. She started out as one of the less interesting characters for me due to us knowing so little about her. But then Minagoroshi comes in and shoves everything you thought you knew about her under the rug and it is absolutely brilliant. Rika’s struggle is so real and if you aren’t rooting for her you are wrong.

3. Rena. I just love Rena. I’ve always loved Rena. Even when it wasn’t confirmed whether or not she could be trusted I still loved Rena. She’s the best. I love how multifaceted she is. I love how she’s feminine but also allowed to be a badass. I love how unconventionally weird she is and how the rest of the group just accepts it. I love how she’s the cute funny silly girl but she’s also actually really smart and just also happens to enjoy having fun. And I absolutely love all the emotional turmoil she goes through and how things aren’t actually all sunshine and rainbows and she has to learn how to cope and essentially love herself. I love how when she becomes the murderer it isn’t justified but you can still fully understand why she feels that this is the only option. And you’re like “oh no Rena don’t do this you’re a good girl” but also cheering her on because her victims are garbage. And I just love her arcs so much. The tragedy of Onikakushi and Tsumihoroboshi set side by side is just so painful in the most satisfying way possible. “Believe me/Believe in me/Trust me” is and always will be a fave of mine. Especially the manga scene. It’s so good. It’s so sad. It’s so sweet and desperate and kind. And absolutely heartrending. Also the rooftop scene is amazing and I wish it was animated in hd. And the fact she’s able to come back. And she regrets it all. And she wants to do better but she doesn’t even know who she is anymore and keiichi is like “it’s okay. There’s still time to start over.” And mmm. Good shit. But then the arc doesn’t get a happy ending after all and it’s sad. But it’s still one of the best arcs because Rena’s character is just so so rich. I love her so much.

4. Maria. Oh my god Maria. Somebody please save this poor sweet baby child. I always loved Maria without having a real reason but after seeing how awful her mom treats her and what her home and school life are like it really puts into perspective why she acts so unhinged at the family conference oh boy. I love Maria. She’s just a sweet sad autistic little girl without a positive parental figure in her life and no friends and everyone around her just sort of infantilizes her because of her disability and that is absolutely not helping her mental health. I can understand why people would get turned off by her doing the creepy laugh stuff and insisting that the murders were done by the witch. But the reasoning behind why she acts this way is definitely deeply rooted in the fact that she feels like she has no control over her life and using her special interest ( the occult ) to show off her knowledge is basically just her trying to assert control in the only way she knows how. And it could also double as her trying to cope with the fact that everyone around her is dying and being powerless to stop the situation. “Everything’s fine lmao. The witch did it. We’re all going to the golden land after this anyway. Why the long face?” <——Maria’s mind actually breaking and becoming progressively unhinged as all of the only people who actually cared about her get killed off one by one. And maybe she’s even looking forward to dying so that she can escape her horrible life and join her real mother ( Beatrice ) in the golden land. At least that’s how I like to interpret it. She deserved so much better.

5. Ange. Someone give this poor girl a hug. All she wants to is to know wtf happened to her family. But Bernkastel said “lmao get rekt.” And so she does. Physically, mentally, spiritually, you name it. And her only solace is her imaginary best friend/cousin/big sister. I love Ange because she is a sad angsty girl and sad angsty girls are great. Also she deserves all the happiness in the world even if it takes a shit ton of effort to get there. And I am sad that she meets her not brother once and then they’re just like “yeah let’s not meet ever again :).” You went through all that pain and effort for this. Come on guys. You don’t have to hang out 24/7 but idk you could like become pen pals who write each other once in a while to have a little chat, get to know each other, give each other cool book recommendations or something. Unless the vn ends differently but I’ve still only finished the manga cause I’m a slowpoke.

#long post #higurashi #umineko

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unsteals-archived · 2 years

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i’ve been informed that people are apparently waiting for it, so let’s go. let’s do this. spoilers for episode 6 below; you have been warned. and for the love of all that is good and sweet in this world, NON MUTUALS DON’T INTERACT WITH THE POST PLEASE.

THAT’S!!!!!!!! MY!!!!!!!!!!!! GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

listen to me. listen. LISTEN.

the herculean effort it took to stay in control and quiet in that tomb, considering the events taking place around her and the murder of her husband. layla is the strongest fucking woman i’ve ever seen with my eyes and i’m never going to lose my admiration for her. the way she sobbed over marc’s body fucking destroyed me. oh she was angry, she was furious with him, she was rightfully fucking pissed - but she still fucking loves him, she loves him so fucking much, and now he’s gone and their last conversation was angry and scared and painful and raw and... and she doesn’t have time to deal with it. layla doesn’t have time for grief and pain and processing because the world needs saving, and she cares way more about the world than she does about herself.

the way she was like “the most logical thing to do is to just straight up merc harrow”............... iconic. it was a great plan except for the fact that it wasn’t because he’s the avatar of a god and she’s got a lil knife. but the sheer nerve, the absolute audacity, to be willing to try...........................

layla has rolled with EVERYTHING she has seen so far way better than she should have. taweret playing telephone with corpses? ok sure i guess why not. i don’t fully get how it works but i don’t have to. the information was imparted and layla’s ready to GO. i absolutely cannot believe how brave she is to be hitching a ride with the culty crocodile murder people to the place where they plan to unleash the actual murder crocodile. i know she had like no good options otherwise but she didn’t even HESITATE.

layla el-faouly creeping around in the great pyramid. layla el-faouly stomping that ushabti the way she’s wanted to stomp that skeletal parrot for the shit he’s done to her husband. layla el-faouly straight up refusing to shackle herself to that fucker even with the world at stake. LAYLA AS KHONSHU’S AVATAR? AS IF HE COULD EVER MATCH UP TO HER. i think she should have been like “fuck it, we need more help” and smashed all of the statues but it’s fair, i get it, there’s not enough time, who knows why the rest of them are imprisoned. i also think it was incredibly, incredibly amazing that taweret was all about having layla as her avatar, like right away. marc was apparently a good reference. i’m sure he wouldn’t be thrilled to hear that.

we’ll take a quick sidebar to talk about marc fucking off from the field of reeds to find steven. it was exactly what needed to happen. he wasn’t at peace, thank you very much. it’s still and it’s quiet and he’s alone and he doesn’t want to be alone, he wants steven. he didn’t get into the field of reeds because he lost steven, he got into the field of reeds because he and steven finally completely accepted each other and steven consciously fulfilled his role as a carer and a protector by saving marc. being in the field of reeds without steven isn’t eternal paradise for marc. i love them i love them i love them i love them.

okay, let’s get back to the real star of the show now. my girl being like “i literally almost died right there ok taweret let’s get a move on”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i don’t blame her one bit, i’d have made the same choice - but to be fair i’ve actually seen taweret before and i know how spectacular she is. layla’s going off a wing and a prayer here ( ooo topical ) and TAWERET IS SO EXCITED IT’S THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD. has she ever had an avatar before?! i kinda hope not. i kinda hope this is the first time.

THE OUTFIT. THE OUTFIT. LISTEN TO ME, I WASN’T COMPLETELY SOLD ON IT IN THE FIRST GLIMPSE. I WASN’T SOLD ON HER BEING AN AVATAR OF ANYBODY, I KNOW SHE HATES THE IDEA OF BEING BOUND TO SERVICE FOR A GOD. BUT IT STARTED TO GROW ON ME AFTER A SECOND, AND THEN. AND THEN THE WINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i know there’s been this talk abt whether or not she’s going to be the scarlet scarab. i don’t know anything about the comics, okay, i don’t know anything about the scarlet scarab so it’s not really on my radar. but those wings are everything our little bug ( affectionate, fuck u khonshu ) deserves. i love that they kinda mimic that necklace from episode 3 too. that was super nice.

everything about her interactions with marc & steven in the ensuing battle......... when marc called her baby i lost my entire fucking mind. he’s not even scared she’s angry at him. it literally doesn’t matter. with the world on the verge of apocalypse, and the very real danger of losing and dying, the only thing that matters is they’re together again and they love each other. fighting side by side is so obviously natural for them. we haven’t gotten to see much of that before. they fought in the same place in episode 3 but they had to separate, they couldn’t be a team, and i think that’s why it was kind of a grueling fight. this time, they’re right where they’ve been for years, and steven’s comfortable and confident too - he’s part of the team. this scene completely and utterly won me over. it felt so good.

the little girl staring at her was a little bit shoehorned in, i know. it was very on the nose about the whole thing. i don’t really care. it’s still going to have an impact on egyptian girls and egyptian girls need & deserve that strength. i’ll defer to egyptian voices on this so if the general feeling is swung elsewhere, well, i’ll need to rethink and that’s fine! but it was still impactful for layla. she has to remember what it was like being that little girl. i know her heart swelled when she realized she could say yes. i think that moment could convince her to negotiate with taweret about being her avatar... or with another god. who’s to say?

i love that layla didn’t want to kill harrow. i love that she’s got those boundaries. they’re incredibly like mine. so i understand it in her and i vibe with it. and the emphasis on choice is beautiful. marc took .2 seconds to be convinced - good, listen to your wife - and i LOVE the way khonshu looked at layla, got a death stare in return, and was like “y’know what? nah. not going there today. jake got my back, i don’t need this”.

now here’s where i’m kinda pissed. the ending was way too abrupt. and i got no resolution for layla whatsoever. where is she now? did she and marc sort things? did she and marc and steven sort things? are they together, in any amalgamation? OH AND WE DESERVED WAY MORE OF JAKE.

anyways, in my head, the episode ended ( post credits scene aside ) with steven & marc faceplanting the floor, and layla coming over with bedhead and coffee in hand to unstrap his ankle and make sure he’s ok. thank you for coming to my ted talk. i love you all.

#🌙 ooc ›› MOON KNIGHT HAPPENED & I TOOK THAT PERSONALLY.#moon knight spoilers //#episode 6 spoilers //#NON MUTUALS DO NOT INTERACT // .

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I'm craving good het romance, as one does from time to time. Where do I find good fantasy not only romance het pairings. Where is my queer het plot!!!

Has anyone some book or manga recs? Preferably something finished please, I don't want to suffer waiting to the author to complete or abandon the story or of they're gonna be canon XD

EDIT after list is written: Okay. This post has officially become my list of what kind and why of het pairings I like. You've been officially warned. (Also a rec list of what to read/watch?) Trying to avoid spoilers.

Also more than half of this list is about teen me readings, I really need to seek out books and Manga bc wow. Very teen me, and I think that I've outgrown their canons even if the ship dynamic is also that still compels me.

I like:

CANON

El/Orion from the Scholomance. Whenever Orion gets a bit of focus I'm just. Oh wow (if you read between the lines he's so simple and so fucking unhinged at the same time). El extremely denying any vibes until last moment, but also falling extremely hard. Them both being such a battle couple/pair in general.

Whatever you can call what Agatha has going on with her two beaus in Girl Genius. They're all three of them so crazy competent and gone for each other too.

Yona/Hak and her vibes with Soo-won too (that foils thing she has with him is perfect and usually handled to male charas only, I'm biting my arm) (the loyalty thing with Hak and the way he pulls her higher too) (just the frustrated ot3 vibes of it all).

Jang Uk and Naksu|Cho Yeong in season 1. Their devoted and unhinged vibes destroyed me, I loved them. They were perfect, they only needed a bit more physicality. Season 2 defanged Yeong way way too much (in favor of uwu and blegh, let the woman cut off heads) and I didn't like the postponed angst and romance without knowing her identity.

Iron Widow OT3, which look. Wu Zetian rules even when she misses and nukes a city and everything is fantastically creepy and the guys lovely developed charas too with very different personalities and backstories

Tana and Gavriel from the Coldest Girl in Coldtown. (and this one also has threesome vibes with Aiden, uh) I like it when she is driven to do whatever it needs doing be it save her ex or her sister, or killing an ancient vampire in the company of another midly crazed vamp who is also very devoted to her and rediscovering life. Also the whole aesthetic and vibes of this one fucks.

Kate and August in Monsters of Verity duology. Dark dystopic urban fantasy and monster/human plus tragedy plus narrativelt active morally complex fem protags? I was obssesed with it when it came out.

Kaguya and Shirogane, but specifically if they weren't so innocent. Their chemistry is super fun, but I want something a bit more grown up and less teen panic. See also, me at 11 being obssesed with Blair/Chuck vibes in season 1 and 2 of Gossip Girl.

I'm on a roll. I loved Gilbert/Anne both in the 80's series and in Anne with an e. Obvious rivals to lovers where the guy respects her intelligence and she also has to have a whole arc about herself before realising she likes him.

I remember being bewitched by Lyra and Will once upon a time when I read the Golden Compass trilogy. Same re:Nathaniel and Kitty from Bartimaeus despite these two never having comfirmed anything just tragic unfulfilled potential.

Bipa and Aer from La Emperatriz de los Etéreos de Laura Gallego; theyre my fave pairing of hers and one of the only ones I didn't grew distant from as I grew out of her books. She's so practical and also kind and warm hearted, and he has the head on the clouds and is also completely out of this world in a familiar way. (this is me identitying with the guy who only appears like. A quarter of the whole novel bc he has been trying to give himself over to a lovecraftian alien soul-eater blue star while Bipa has to do all the journey to bring him back and destroy said blue star). Laura Gallego is wild.

NOT CANON

Younger me also enjoyed Artemis/Holly, not sorry at all for that one. He's so gone for her as a person and she's so out of his league (bc of their ages, bc of their species, their incompatible moralities up to the last books, etc, etc). Unfulfilled longing that makes you want to be a better person, the ship.

Soul/Maka on the other hand have super married vibes despite nothing ever being official and I love them and want to set on fire all the fic there's is about them bc it's general romcom / modern setting without that battle partnership and soul trust + domesticity I love. Also extremely teen but alas.

Yatori from Noragami bc I love tragedy specifically and human/gods relationships are fascinating. Even if it's unfinished. Even if it's out of focus somewhat.

Bellamy/Clarke from the 100 for all of the three seasons I saw before abandoning the series. The plot was unsmokeable but their relationship perfectly done. I was resigned to a boring romance with Finn and bam. Complex relationships, Clarke being bi with Lexa, parallel leaderships arcs, etc. Oh wow.

When someone bothers to write Aredhel/Celegorm on her PoV and it hits incredibly HARD. Damn. Whether aroallo or full-romo. Let post rebirth Aredhel be wild and Celegorm reckon with the knowledge of what wrong he almost brought to Luthien given Aredhel. Aredhel loving Lomion despite everything and loving disaster Celegorm, but not forgetting what they did, the awkward bonding between Maeglin and Celegorm as two former bad guys. Or them avoiding a bad ending and dying together fighting on the First Age before the Second Kinslaying. Playful times in Valinor pre-darkening.

ESPECIAL MENTION

I loved Laini Taylor characters and worldbuilding but her love at first sight kind of romances left me cool which is sad given I liked like everything else about her stories. Including the two characters involved on the romances, but not the romances per se. I guess I'm too aroace to believe first sight as anything reasonable in a serious plot even with the fairy tale vibes her stories have lol.

I also love Reylo vibes and symbolism but hated what they did on the last movie with them and I'm weirdly unable to read much fic of them. So...

#my thoughts #recs #but also me ranting about my fave ot3 with het or otp het pairings #and discovering it's either extremely ruthless driven and morally grey fem chara who is tired of this shit #x her equally driven and ruthless partner who is also so so tired of this shit and all in with her shaneaningans #(maybe he's a bit softer than her having already tried it the hard way but he still loves her and they're both driven crazy by the world so)#or either book-ish and intellectual girl x her rival or childhood friend with whom she has a mutual understanding despite themselves #they adore each other but they realise it later #lmfao #my two sides: very angry at the world VS very intellectual and a bit passive-aggressive. FIGHT #also some exceptions but they mostly follow some of these archetypes which. yeah.

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can you write something about cheating harry and yn acting like a proper couple in front of anna, like harry with his arm around her and kissing her head and stuff, and anna is just standing there fuming and maybe tries to get physical with yn

Love Your Broken Pieces

warnings: cheating; mentions of trauma and domestic abuse

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YN really really didn’t want to go out.

She wasn’t going to tell Harry that because it was a celebratory dinner for him because he’d just won Entrperur of the yearand she wasn’t going to ruin it.

It’s not that she didn’t want to celebrate his achievement.

She was so so proud of him but her therapy session had got moved up a day because the therapist had to go out of town.

YN didn’t want to bother him so she had went herself without telling him.

It was trauma-focused therapy which meant it was intensive, draining, and overall triggering at time.

Today had sparked a new memory that she had suppressed and she was really struggling to get through the day without his support.

She shouldn’t need him for everything. It wasn’t fair to him.

So she’d sat on her bed for thirty minutes before she managed to pull on a nice dress before curling her hair - zoning out and accidentally burning herself lightly.

Harry had to pick up Anna, offered to pick up YN.

“Hey pup, y’want me t’pick you up on the way?” Harry had called while she was swiping on mascara.

“No, I’ll just Uber,” YN try to keep her tone light but couldn’t stomach sitting in the car with that disgusting woman right now.

“No, let me come get you,” He insists, always preferring to drive her around over some stranger.

“I really don’t want to be in the car with Anna, okay? Just drop it,” YN replies a bit too tersely.

There’s a pregnant pause.

“What’s wrong, puppy?” Harry knows her much to well.

She couldn’t help but bristle, “Nothing. I just have to get ready. Okay? I’ll see you there.”

YN shouldn’t have hung up like that but her hands were shaking and it was taking all of her might to pull herself together to go.

“It’s all your fuckin’ fault your mum hates me,” Her dad had spat at her, right in the kitchen after dinner.

“Fuck,” She mumbles to herself as she drops her lipstick and it rolls under the dresser.

—

She canceled two Ubers before she found a driver who didn’t seem intimidating.

It made her fashionably late, everyone already seated, and it doesn’t make it any better when Anna greets her.

“About time. Can’t even make it at a respectable time for your supposed best friend’s dinner.”

Anna and Gemma both make a grimacing face at the rude comment but Harry interrupts before they interject, “S’okay, Uber’s can be a pain in the arse.”

“Er, yeah. The Uber…” YN mumbles lowly, there was an empty seat across from Harry that had been saved for her.

She could feel Harry’s eyes following her, studying her as she kept her head down and looked on the verge of tears.

“You look too much like your goddamn mother.”

“What d’you want to drink?” Harry asks softly, tapping her foot under the table.

“God Harry, she’s not a child,” Anna rolls her eyes as she glances over her menu.

Harry glares over at her with a strict warning glance that she needs to change her attitude or there is gonna be an issue.

“Just water,” YN replies, swallowing hard.

He knows somethings wrong when she doesn’t bite back at her, instead looking down at the menu like it’s the most interesting thing ever.

Harry had already known by the phone call.

There were quite a few people at the dinner, constantly engaging him in conversation as YN kept to herself.

It’s after the appetizer’s arrive that he can’t stand her fake smiles and attempts to seem like she’s enjoying herself.

“Outside, now,” Harry says firmly, not a question but a statement.

“Harry, don’t,” Anna huffs, not liking the private attention her enemy is about to get.

“I don’t remember askin’ you,” He hisses under his breath before following YN’s retreating figure to the main entrance.

They end up in the small alleyway, “Tell me what’s going on.”

YN’s eyes are moody, putting back on a nonchalant expression that would work for anyone but him, “I’m fine, I don’t know why you’re making a big deal. Let’s go enjoy your dinner.”

Harry backs her up against the brick wall, hand over her shoulder, “We’re not goin’ anywhere until you tel me. M’not stupid.”

It triggers something because she starts sniffling, whispers, “You’re going to be mad at me.”

His hard facial features relax, pressing his forehead to hers, “Please pup, y’know I love you no matter what.”

“My therapist moved our session to today. I went and uh…” YN begins to full on cry, burying her face in her hands.

“C’mon, tell me,” He encourages softly.

“It triggered a repressed memory. I…I didn’t want to ruin tonight for you. I fuck up everything for you already,” She chokes out, letting him pry her hands away.

“Puppy,” He murmurs with a laugh of disbelief, “I fuckin’ wake up everyday because of you. You make my life worth livin’. I’m not happy unless y’are.”

“I just…didn’t want tonight to go like this,” YN sighs quietly, “One night without my trauma.”

“Hey, hey. We’re workin’ through it together, yeah? It takes time. Y’made the effort to come and that means more to me than anything else,” He says truthfully, tilting her chin up.

Harry melts a bit when she leans up to give him a lightening fast peck, “I am so proud of all your accomplishments.”

“Wouldn’t have done any of it without you, sweet girl,” He rubs a thumb under her eye to wipe off a streak of makeup.

They stand outside for a minute longer in a tight hug.

When they walk back into the restaurant, Harry quietly asks Gemma to switch YN seats which she graciously agrees without a fuss.

Anna is shooting daggers at YN while the change happens and Harry pushes in her seat for her.

The whole dinner consists of Anna fuming and hanging on every single movement between the two despite her hand on Harry’s thigh.

When he scoops up a bit of his mashed potatoes and feeds them to YN, laughs when she makes a face at the amount of chives mixed in.

It’s like he doesn’t even noticed the casual arm he occasionally throws around the back of YN’s seat as they chat.

“Harry,” YN scolds with a small smile when he steals a shrimp from her plate when she’s not looking.

Anna had shrimp too and he didn’t look once to do that to her.

“S’good, here, have a bite of m’steak. Know Y’don’t like it rare but s’good. I promise,” He encourages, cutting her a thick piece.

How the fuck did Harry know how YN liked her steak?

He didn’t even remember Anna’s favorite color.

“Y’gettin’ sleepy?” Harry whispers to YN towards the end of the meal, his lips are nearly brushing her ear and Anna pinches his thigh hard.

“Fuck,” Harry replies, flinching away from the pain as he turns to his girlfriend, “Wha’ did you do that for?”

“Can you pay at least a little bit of attention to me? I’m your girlfriend despite how much YN wants to pretend she is,” Anna says haughtily, loud enough for her to hear.

Harry is about to snap on her but instead YN speaks up first, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know jealously was on the menu. Eat up, Anna.”

Anna begins to sneer but Harry says, “Why don’t you go take a second in the bathroom? Then we can talk, okay?”

With a little stubbornness, she does - stomping away from the table without looking back at YN who had rolled her eyes.

“Y’on my menu tonight? A bath and cuddle sounds nice,” He offers to his love, thumbing her upper thigh.

“So nice,” YN agrees, “Can we use that sugar cookie bath bomb?”

“Of course, anythin’ you want, m’pup,” Harry hums sweetly, kissing the top of her head.

Anna is walking back when she sees it.

He’s cheating on me.

It flashes through her mind but she pushes it away because she reminds herself that YN is a pathetic little clingy girl who Harry wouldn’t ever like that way.

—

Later that night, Harry holds YN as she recount her memory.

Praises her for being so strong.

Kisses her because he loves her so much it hurts most days.

Assures her that he’ll love her even if she’s never ‘fixed’.

Promises that he’ll never let anyone hurt her again.

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Miscommunication

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, sexual suggestion, some angst.

Summary: Being younger in a relationship can always bring issues, but how will you deal with them is more important.

Word count: 4.5k

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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Through out your whole life there was always this strange attraction to women, but not just any women; older women. You would always catch yourself looking at your female teachers rather than girls your age.

Obviously the good looking ones, not the old grandma's that would think they own the school. Nevertheless when you joined the Avengers, you were met with a lot of people who were a lot more older than you but you didn't really care.

For you age is a number and some of those numbers limit you to certain things but you didn't really care. Whilst joining the Avengers you felt like you fit in immediately, which was a big deal to you.

You absolutely loved missions, people blamed it on you being young and had so much energy but in reality, it was just you being you. You loved kicking ass, especially ass that deserved a good beating.

In a way, you and Natasha shared some similarities, the both of you wanted to save everyone and if anything went bad you partly blame yourself for not acting fast enough, that's why missions with you and Natasha always went smoothly.

That didn't go unnoticed by the redhead, she took an interest in you when she noticed how dedicated you were to everything you put your mind to. In a way it reminded her of herself and she knew she wanted to know more about you.

She wasn't much of a open person so she tried her best when it came to you, at first you were intimidated by the Russian but the more you spent your time around the team, the more you saw her relax, she would invite you to movie night when it was only her and Wanda and even went out of the way to train you which you took without hesitation.

Each training session was Natasha flooring you and you being distracted by her, your mind seems to be somewhere else but you were able to hide it around her. Just because you were distracted didn't mean you didn't get better, you could easily floor Bucky if you really tried which was a success for you.

Natasha took it upon herself to teach you a lot of things and how they were done, causing you to develop this feeling of always wanting to be around her.

The more you spend time with Natasha the stronger your feelings have gotten, to the point where the want to kiss her turned into the need. You wanted to distant yourself from her but you just couldn't, her smile, her laugh and the way she would gently touch you whenever she laughed so hard.

It wasn't possible for you to even distant yourself so you decided to face your fears of rejection which was new to you as you were always confident, but confessing your love to someone that could possible consider you as their child made you nervous and scared.

Taking a big breath, you knocked on her door and when she answered, you couldn't move as if you froze right there, causing the redhead to get up and open the door.

There she stood, in shorts, hair loose and a shirt "Are you okay?"

You nodded "Yeah... Can we talk?"

She eyed you first, trying to somehow read of you why you wanted to talk, she moved to the side to let you in, closing her door and facing you "What did you want to talk about?"

You gulped as she finally faced you, you knew this could go two ways, the rejection way or the okay way "I have something to confess to you"

She narrowed her eyes "Did you find someone else to watch movies with?"

You let out a nervous laugh and shook your head "No, no one can replace you"

She smiled proudly at your words "Well then what's this confession?"

You took a deep breath as your eyes locked with hers "I like you"

This time Natasha froze at your words and you stared at her terrified of her next words but there was no words coming from her causing panic to erupt from you.

"It's fine if you don't, I-I just felt like it would be best to tell you rather than distancing myself. You might like people your age and not like age gaps which is fine! I on the other hand don't mind age gap-"

She melted at the sight of you panicking, the way you ranted at the thought of Natasha not feeling the same, what she did next was surprising to you on so many levels.

She wasn't far from you, so she took couple steps which you didn't notice as you were rumbling, she grabbed your face and pulled it towards hers, your lips met hers.

Your body went into shock but the movement of her lips against yours pulled you out and you matched her lips pace, you were melting at her soft lips so when she pulled away, your eyes were still closed with minimum shock coursing through your body.

She laughed slightly which caused you to open your eyes "Found an easy way to shut you up"

You smiled "Does that mean you like me back?"

She nodded as she moved her hands from your face to your neck and your hands found it's way to her hips, pulling her closer "I'll need you to say it"

She rolled her eyes playfully "I like you too Y/n"

Your smile never disappeared as she continued "I don't care about the age gap either, I just care about the person you are"

She opened her mouth to say something but you kissed her this time, she smiled against the kiss and when you pulled away, you rested your forehead against hers, allowing the moment to sink into you.

And that's how you started to date Natasha, the people who the two of you decided to tell were more than accepting of your relationship which was important to you.

Some say you have a secret relationship but for you and Natasha only important people knew and that was enough.. Or well that's what you thought.

Natasha has never been a jealous type of person but when it came to you, some doubts have resurface, she never wanted to voice it to you but she always wanted to just shout from the roof tops that she loves you and that are you are hers.

But when you wanted to just tell close people, she respected you and decided to go along with it, even if it was harder to do so, she had to do it for you.

There were so many people always staring at you, trying to get your attention, flirting with you but you never cared because you had your eyes on Natasha and Natasha only.

You thought telling close people would be best to not cause trouble for the Russian, especially since you are younger this could cause conflict and you didn't want that.

There was some miscommunication between the two of you that neither knew about, causing doubt jealousy and worry. When the two of you were alone, everything was fine but as soon as you stepped out into crowds, all Natasha wanted to do was kiss you so hard that your head spins and mark you in front of everyone as hers.

Today the two of you planned to spend your whole day together, not leaving each others company and just spend this time watching any shows that you needed to catch up on but things changed unfortunately for the both.

You had your head resting on Natasha's chest as she played with your hair, you couldn't concentrate on the movie but how Natasha's fingers felt in your hair, the way she would curl your hair in her finger, letting shivers run down your spine.

Natasha on the other hand was focused on the movie that was playing, she didn't even notice the effect she had on you just by her fingers burying themselves into your hair.

You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, you moved your face more into her neck and when the Russian's attention was back on the TV, you attached your lips to her neck, working your way up to her sweet spot and sucking on it lightly.

Her attention shifted as quickly as it was on the TV "What are you doing?" Her voice was mere whisper as her eyes closed at the feeling of your lips against her soft neck.

You kissed up to her ear, slowly making sure to tease her just enough and whispered "I want you Natty"

Her eyes opened at your words, you always knew how to turn her on with just couple of words, she didn't waste anymore time as she straddled your hips and pinned your hands to either side of your head.

You had a slight grin across your lips as her eyes were consumed with lust "What do you want Y/n/n?"

The way her voice lowered when she asked you the question, you knew it was working so you smirked as you stared into her eyes "I want you to fuck me Natty"

That's all she needed, she smashed her lips against yours as her hands started to wondered over your body, trying to get underneath your shirt just to feel your skin against hers, letting your hands free getting tangled in her hair, pulling her even closer.

You moaned at the contact of her slightly cold hand against your stomach, which she used as an opportunity to stick her tongue to explore your mouth more.

As the kiss started to get more heated with you practically pulling off Natasha's shirt, but you were interrupted "Agent Romanoff, Everyone has been requested to Tony Stark's party tonight"

The advanced AI spoke, making the both of you jump, your breathing was heavy as Natasha muttered "We can skip.."

"Tony said no skipping as according to Mr Stark 'It's very important' that the whole team shows up" The AI spoke up again and this time leaving silence behind.

You sighed as you looked at Natasha's still closed eyes who was breathing heavily "We need to get ready.."

She shook her head as she reattached her lips to your neck "We have time, we can squeeze this in"

You bit your lip to suppress a moan, not wanting to fuel Natasha on, you gently pushed her "I take long to get ready and we still need to shower Tasha"

She groaned as she unglued herself from your neck, looking into your eyes this time "Why does this happen in moments like this.."

Your hands moved the hair our of Natasha's face, holding it in place to have a better view on her face "Lucky isn't on our side today"

You kissed her but she tried to deepen the kiss again, only for you to pull away "Natasha..."

Her hand travelled up and down your body, in places that only she knew would make you melt right underneath her, she remembered every little detail about your body which only made this more difficult to stop.

You were already melting but you knew that there were more important things to attend, so you flipped her so now she was below you, you smiled at her and pecked her lips as you gotten up, earning a groan from the Russian.

"You're starting to act like a grandma, get up and get ready"

She raised her head to look at you with her brows raised "I'm not a grandma!"

You chuckled at her defence "Well then get ready and meet me in my room"

She sighed as you walked out, heading to your room to get ready. By the time you finished showering, Natasha was already ready, she was just waiting until you gotten dressed so the both of you can walk to the party.

Dressing was the easy and the fastest for you, you were dressed as soon as you walked out of the bathroom, all you needed was Natasha to zip you up, which she did. You stood in front of the mirror with the redhead behind you.

"You look красивая (beautiful)" You always loved when Natasha spoke Russian to you, there was something about how it rolled off her tongue with ease that fascinated you.

"Ну ты выглядишь потрясающе (Well you look stunning)" You spoke as you turned around to face her.

She raised her eyebrows at you with shock "Since when do you speak Russian?"

You shrugged with a smile across your lips "I might've been taking lessons on the down low"

She smiled widely at you, she knew that it will be her favourite thing to hear now, the way it sounded made her stomach do flips just at the thought of you speaking Russian again.

She leaned down and planted a kiss, resting her forehead against yours, staring into your eyes, in this moment she wanted to tell you how much she loved you but it was stopping her.

Her doubt and fear was stopping her, she was afraid that you would leave her eventually for someone better than her, so she supressed those words as she pulled away "Let's go"

You forced a smile across your face as you linked your arm with hers and walked out of your room. When you gotten to the roof top, you parted away from Natasha and walked towards the team as they complimented you and were practically drooling.

Natasha hated that, she hated how much they drooled over you. She wasn't jealous of the attention you were getting, she was jealous of how they looked at you; As an opportunity to snatch you away from her.

She always avoided confrontation about her feelings, being afraid it would only drive you away, Natasha has been in relationships before but they never worked out, especially when she raised her concerns they called her crazy and things started to only go down hill from there.

She didn't want that, she would rather suffer in silence than lose you and watch you be happy with someone else. People say love is blinding, because it really is, she never managed to notice the things you would do for her.

Of course she noticed but she never really understood why, she was never treated with the same respect and concern as you were treating her. She loved that you tried to always act like you were older which she didn't mind, she just loved watching you try.

For you on the other hand, you felt like you would never be enough for the redhead, being a lot younger than her could cause some doubts in you as well.

She was a lot more mature and understood life a lot more better than you did, she went through much more than you and you were terrified you would never be as close to what she experience.

But even if you were scared, you always tried to catch it up with something, like learning more Russian to understand Natasha's past better, to someone it might seem small but to you it meant everything.

As you were amongst everyone, Bucky was really close to you, he placed his hand on your hip which Natasha observed from the bar and each time the grip on the glass she was drinking from tighten.

Clint made his way towards the Russian with caution as he looked in the way she was looking "What's making you want to strangle this glass Romanoff?"

She sighed as she let go of the glass and looked at Clint "I'm not sure what you are talking about"

He rolled his eyes "You can try fooling others but I know you" He looked towards you and how Bucky had his hand on your hip to pull you closer into him "Where is the Natasha who would've made her way towards him and nearly kill him on spot?"

She shrugged as she looked back at her glass to take a sip of whatever she was able to pour from the bar "Drowning in alcohol"

He laughed "Y/n changed you so much"

She looked at him as she narrowed her eyes which stopped his laughed "Okay, maybe not"

She sighed again "I just don't want to cause trouble"

He eyed her and then the situation you were in as he leaned on the bar "From what I can see, he is just holding her if he did anything Y/n didn't like, she would've pushed him away"

"That's not the issue here, its the fact that everyone wants her" Natasha finally huffed in annoyance.

"Why haven't you told everyone you're dating her?" He asked as he kept his eyes on you.

Natasha leaned back into her hand "I don't know if that's something she wants"

He looked at Natasha with brows raised "You didn't talk to her about this?"

Natasha shook her head to answer Clint "Why not?"

"I don't want to ruin this, you know my relationships always ended up in the trash" Natasha mumbled as she took a drink.

He shook his head at her "Y/n is different, you should talk to her Nat"

As time went on, you have shifted around the place, more people came to talk to you and you were having an okay time, you wanted Natasha to be by your side but she was just sitting by the bar.

You saw Wanda talking to Tony which you took as an opportunity to approach her, she was your best friend and you trusted her with your whole life unlike some people here.

"Wands, hey!" You greeted her as she pulled you into a hug when her eyes landed on you.

"Excuse me, I will go get something to drink" Tony excused himself as he made his way towards the bar.

"Y/n how are you?" She asked with a smile across her face.

"I'm okay but I wanted to ask you for a small favour.." You showed her with your fingers how small the favour was but she knew you well enough to expect something big.

Her smile dropped as she narrowed her eyes "What is it you want?"

You dramatically scoffed "Uh! It's nothing bad!"

"I just wanted you to read Natasha's mind and tell me why she is so upset"

Wanda's mouth hang open as she stared at you "Why don't you talk to her?"

"I know she won't tell me, I just want to know so I know how to fix whatever is upsetting her.."

"Pleaseee Wands" You begged her which usually worked on Wanda whenever you needed her help.

She sighed as she pitched her nose "Only this time Y/n"

You squeaked as you threw yourself at Wanda "Thank you thank you, I own you one"

"Okay okay, I need to breath" She spoke up as her voice changed a little from the squeeze you were giving her.

You let go of her as you closely watch her do her thing, it took seconds for her to come back as she stared at you blankly "What did you read?"

She shook her head "You two are so oblivious. She is jealous Y/n"

You knitted your brows together at Wanda's words "Why would she be jealous?"

"Because she has to watch as everyone flirts with you and she can't do anything about it" She spilled as you looked at you and rolled her eyes at your obliviousness.

She walked away from you when she noticed that you were trying to understand what she just said, you turned your body towards the bar as you started to make your way towards Natasha but you were stopped by Carol.

"Y/n! There you are, I was looking for you" She smiled from ear to ear.

"I actually need to talk to someone-" You tried to get out of her grasp but it was failed.

"You can do that after a game of spin the bottle!" She excitedly spoke to you as she dragged you towards where the team was gathering.

"Spin the bottle? We are teenagers again?" You laughed as you saw everyone gather around the bottle.

Natasha was dragged by Clint to at least be apart of something instead of sitting by the bar. Whenever it was your turn to kiss someone, the bottle either faced nothing or yourself.

You turned around with your back to the team as you hugged yourself and started to pretend to kiss yourself, making the team laugh, even Natasha cracked a smile at your act.

You turned back as you stared at the bottle "Okay, someone else try this because I feel like this bottle doesn't want me to kiss anyone"

Bucky laughed as he placed his hand on your shoulder "Okay, Carol you can go now"

She nodded as she bend down and span the bottle, it landed on Bruce, they both laughed and kissed and then returned to their places.

Bruce span the bottle as everyone watched carefully, it was close to landing on you but it landed on Bucky instead, you looked at Bucky with a laughter and he just rolled his eyes at you, they pecked each other lips as they both pulled a funny face after.

Bucky smirked as he bend down and span the bottle "Maybe you'll be lucky enough to land a kiss today Y/n"

You chuckled as you shook your head "That's not lucky, that's the opposite Bucky"

Natasha looked down as she smirked, she wanted to walk over to you and just kiss you for just saying that but she couldn't, you looked over at Natasha and saw the smirk which caused a small smile to spread across your lips.

The bottle landed on Thor who was next to him, you had a smug smile across your lips "See Bucky! You were lucky enough to earn a kiss from the god of thunder"

Everyone laughed, they kissed and it repeated until it was Steve's turn, he span the bottle as he watched the bottle spin, it landed on Natasha, you suppressed the feeling of doubt as you watched Steve make his way towards Natasha.

Everyone knew they had something between them and that included you to know as well, you wanted to stop them but it was as if something was stopping you.

Steve had a smirk across his lips "I think we are meant to be Romanoff"

Natasha was speechless, he leaned down and her eyes darted to you, the way you stared at them and before she could move, he kissed her. You cleared your throat as you looked anywhere but at the sight of your girlfriend being kissed by her ex.

He moved away from her and walked back to his place with a smug smile, he eyed every guy standing not really thinking Natasha could be into girls as well.

She wiped her mouth as she bend down and span the bottle, you watched the bottle and when it landed on Steve again, you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Even if it was a game and the kissing probably didn't mean anything to the Russian, it hurt you to watch Steve think he finally claimed Natasha. You expected Natasha to follow you but she didn't, so you took a deep breath, fix the makeup that ran down your face and walked back out there.

They weren't playing the game anymore as they scattered all over the party, so you made your way towards the bar, getting 2 shots and drinking them in one go without anything to chase it after.

You cleared your throat as you watched Natasha force a smile on her beautiful lips as Steve flirted with her, you knew how she felt and you weren't going to let this go on like this.

You ordered another shot for courage, you definitely needed it and watched as Steve pulled the redhead into him like she was his, you narrowed your eyes which was filled with determination as you marched over to him.

You cleared your throat which caused Steve to look over at you "Sorry Y/n but I'm not available right now" He looked back at Natasha with a smile.

You crossed your arms "Actually, I was going to tell you to drop your hands of Natasha"

He looked back at you with annoyance "Why?"

This caused the team's attention to be shifted towards the scene, Wanda smiled as she watch you finally do something about this miscommunication between you and Natasha.

"Could you step away so I can show you?" You asked him calmly as he dropped his hands from Natasha and took a step back.

You watched him before taking a deep breath and shifting your attention to the woman you love "What are you doing Y/n/n?"

"Y/n/n?" Steve questioned but was ignored as you sadly smiled at Natasha.

"What I should've done in the first place.."

Natasha was going to question you but you were faster, you took a step forward as you pulled her into you, just like you done many times before, and smashed your lips against hers, it was a gentle kiss something that happened often between the two of you.

Steve raised his brows at what was in front of him, Clint had a smirk across his lips and Wanda cheered you on as the rest just stood there shocked.

You pulled away as you looked over at Steve "Why Steve? Because Natasha is my girlfriend"

The redhead's eyes widen at your words as she had a smile across her lips, he backed away with his hands up and nodded as he walked away not wanting to argue.

You looked back at Natasha "I'm sorry Natty"

She was going to protest against your apology but you continued "I should've spoke with you about this decision before making one for the both of us. I didn't want to make you to be uncomfortable or cause trouble with the team"

Natasha shook her head "I'm sorry as well детка (baby) I didn't speak up about what I felt either, and you would never make me uncomfortable, I have the best time with you by my side"

You smiled at her words as you placed a little kiss on her lips, whilst everyone around you made cute sounds at the scene before them, you turned your head to look at them with practically tears in their eyes.

Natasha giggled quietly as she rested her head against the side of yours since your face was turned and she whispered "Plus you looked so hot when you get jealous"

You chuckled at her words as you felt the courage wear off but still having enough to say what you finally wanted to. You pulled away from her as you stared into her eyes, swallowing the fear down as she still had a smile spread across her lips.

"I love you Talia" You spilled it out as you had a glimpse of fear in your eyes.

This only fuel her smile to spread more widely at your words "I love you too Y/n/n"

She kissed you as you let out a sigh of relief and smiled at the touch of her lips, with everyone cheering it was only her to could feel and hear. Your heart beating one hundred miles per hour as she confirmed she felt the same, proving that no matter how old the both of you are, she still was just as afraid as you were....

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Why Loki’s Sylvie Is A Mary Sue

So I am firmly in the camp that Sylvie on the Loki series was/is a Mary Sue. The last episode made me feel better and like maybe the show was doing a thing where they were faking you out that she was a Mary Sue only to show she was actually sort of a bad guy and I liked that. But all the recent interviews make me think the show wants to go back to her being a Mary Sue.

But I feel like when I call her out for being a Mary Sue people tell me what are you talking about, she’s not a Mary Sue, bad things happen to her, etc. But that doesn’t actually make her not a Mary Sue.

Also, before we start, I know some people find Mary Sue sexist. But I personally use the term for guys and girls. I don’t use the term to belittle women. I use the term to criticize a poorly written character.

And I know Mary Sue is often used to describe fanfic characters. But to me, this series is kind of like a fanfic because the writers took a character who had been in canon MCU material for ten years and then created characters around that character. So, I kind of review it like I would a fanfic. It’s very different than if the writers had created a brand new show with all of their own new characters.

Anyway, if you are not totally familiar with the Mary Sue term, then check this out:

I know the term Mary Sue probably means different things to different people. But I have always used these guidelines when I write my own fanfic to make sure my characters never come off as a Mary Sue.

This article really gives you a full scale of what a Mary Sue is. If you start reading it, you’ll immediately see why Sylvie is. But I’m going to take out the parts that most fit Sylvie just to highlight why I believe she is a Mary Sue. I apologize for this being so long.

Mary Sue Character Traits

Personality

Erm... what personality? The typical Mary Sue doesn't have one per se, because she isn't meant to be a character; rather, she's an entity by which the author makes cool stuff happen.

I feel like that is Sylvie in a nutshell. She doesn’t have a personality. I feel like even though she ate screentime, I still don’t really know her at all. The writers love to say she’s badass. That’s not a personality.

Sometimes when I am writing stories for fun and creating new characters, I like to take surveys as my fictional characters. Like the kind of surveys you’d see in a magazine, like personality types, what’s your dating style, etc. I figure if I don’t know what my character would do in any of those situations, then I need to keep working on my character. And if I was trying to fill out a survey pretending I was Sylvie I would have no idea what to answer because she doesn’t have a personality. She’s just “cool”.

What little personality a Mary Sue has isn't as important as how other characters react to it. No matter how shy or socially awkward Mary Sue is supposed to be, other characters will be inexplicably drawn to her

This is so Sylvie. Loki falls in love with her...why, exactly? He falls in love with her in the big Nexus event moment...why? Because she had a tough childhood? Mobius spends like two seconds with her in a car and goes from hating her to saying she’s his favorite Loki. For. No. Particular. Reason.

She's extremely persuasive; everyone finds her opinions to be better than their own

She enchants Hunter B-15 and then immediately Hunter B-15 makes it her whole entire life mission to back Sylvie up.

And occasionally she'll be a complete asshole...This can manifest itself in several ways...The author wants to write a badass but doesn't know how. This leads to a character who mistreats everyone around her and is never called out on her abrasive, casually abusive behavior.

Sylvie talked down to Loki and treated him like garbage for all of episode three, but it was never portrayed as a bad thing and we never got any impression Sylvie later felt bad for the way she treated Loki

The author doesn't know how to hold back the character, meaning that she will succeed at practically everything. This means that when she encounters rules or authority figures who would otherwise prevent her from doing what she wants to do, she rolls right through them (and they praise her for her "boldness" in defying regulations). If a bad guy is violent and aggressive, she can beat him by being more violent and aggressive (with all that entails). It's impossible for her to go overboard because she's protected by Protagonist-Centered Morality.

Sylvie is shown as a kid to immediately be able to grab a Tempad and run away. And she can kick ass way better than Loki, for no known reason. She is always able to fight back against the TVA when they attack her. And she can kill lots of innocent TVA agents but it’s okay because TVA bad, Sylvie good.

Skills

She will always be superior to the canon characters, regardless of what canon has established they can do or whether it makes any sense.

Whose skill was needed to defeat Alioth? Sylvie’s. Of course. Sylvie needed to teach Loki her skills in order for him to succeed (!). And again, she is literally called the superior Loki.

Relatedly, there's no effort to her skills. She never actually trains or learns anything to become more powerful; she just wins the Super Power Lottery, or is a freakish natural learner, or is just Inexplicably Awesome

We’re told Sylvie literally taught herself magic. She literally taught herself to enchant people. That. Makes. No. Sense. Like, I have so many questions. Like, why would it even occur to her to teach herself that? And how???????????? This is really lazy writing.

Canon Character Relationships

Mary Sue is often designed to hook up with another character, often as a form of Wish Fulfillment. This isn't that bad in and of itself (okay, it is kinda weird), but Mary Sue accomplishes this without any sense of realism. She just grabs her lover's attention straight away, and their relationship will never face any obstacles or tension; it's true love from the start and nothing else. The biggest giveaway is if the love interest is explicitly the author's favorite character, and she essentially "cures" him of all the angst that ails him (at the expense of his characterization).

Yeah, so...this one should be pretty obvious to anyone who watched the show. Loki literally falls in love with Sylvie immediately, and then he suddenly turns from “villain” to “hero” just because of loving her. And this was definitely at the expense of his characterization. And Loki just knows he falls in love with her. There’s not even any moments of hmm what do I feel for this person? It’s just true love, immediately.

She will be related to a canon character in some way. This (marginally) helps explain such phenomena as her being a Copy Cat Sue and other characters accepting her so easily.

Sylvie is a Loki variant. They use this to help explain why Loki is drawn to her and why their falling in love immediately “makes sense”.

Most characters give her more heed than they normally would. The good guys never stop praising her

Seriously, it was so over the top and OOC for Loki to gush over her. He literally tells her she’s amazing. They don’t even make it subtle.

Characters' previously established personalities change in reaction to her. Proud, arrogant gimps suddenly acknowledge her superiority in everything. Reckless youths will listen to all her advice. Responsible leaders will defer to her instead. Villains will obsess with her to the detriment of all else. Extremely competent characters will become stumbling buffoons who require her help to do anything. Sweet, mild-mannered characters whom the author doesn't like turn evil and insult her. They all become unnaturally focused on her in some way.

Again, Loki’s whole personality changed in reaction to her. He became a buffoon who needed her help to enchant the Alioth because of course he couldn’t do anything without her! Hunter B-15 goes from doing whatever the TVA said to fighting the TVA just because of Sylvie.

Story Elements

Mary Sue is without exception a single-person Spotlight-Stealing Squad. The entire story hinges on her existence; if you removed her, there would be no story.

Sylvie undoubtedly drove the whole story this season. It all became about HER meeting the TVA heads because of HER trauma. Loki’s life was only saved at the beginning because the TVA was trying to capture HER. And SHE was the one who started the whole multiverse (!).

Mary Sue is The Chosen One, even if the setting already has one. There are many ways she can accomplish this: she can be a Sailor Earth type who "shares" the position with the canon hero; she may be vaguely "destined to help the destined one fulfill their destiny" (i.e. do all the work except the final blow so that the prophecy is still technically correct); or the canon hero may be revealed to be a Fake Ultimate Hero all along. Being the Chosen One doesn't necessarily involve her being a God-Mode Sue, especially as authors become aware of the phenomenon and try to avoid it, but it does make her critically important to the world and allows her to continue stealing the spotlight without the "god mode" label.

HWR wanted Sylvie to come with Loki in the end, like she was chosen all along right alongside Loki. Like one of the most important characters in the entire MCU is now this character who we only met a few episodes ago.

Most Sues have an unusually Dark and Troubled Past. It's often used to create a Sympathetic Sue, but any type of Sue can have one

They tell us, over and over, how hard Sylvie’s life was because she was kidnapped by the TVA in order to create sympathy for her.

She almost never does anything wrong. In the rare instance that she does, it's usually; (a) a way for the author to disclaim her being a Mary Sue by introducing a single imperfection (that has no bearing on anything anyway), and (b) designed to show her smarts by making her feel instant remorse, and she'll be Easily Forgiven anyway:

So this one hopefully will not come true, as a lot can change between now and when the show is taped. But if the show goes on the way the behind the scenes team is talking, Sylvie immediately felt remorse for betraying Loki, and Loki has already forgiven her and is desperately looking for her. Ugh.

Alternatively, she is more than capable of doing something wrong, be it in general moral terms or something that goes against whatever code she abides by, and she maybe even frequently does so, but don't expect the other characters or the narrative to ever acknowledge or comment on it in any real capacity. If the other characters do call her out, expect them to be treated like they're the problem for daring to criticize her at all.

Mobius calls her out for killing people, but Sylvie immediately says he’s a bad person and then Mobius agrees, because, of course.

She will often suffer from Special Snowflake Syndrome; i.e., she has a trait or backstory that sets her apart from her group or race.

She is the only female Loki, thus making her the special one among all the Lokis in episode five.

Presentation

In visual media, the camera just can't stop staring at her.

The camera would follow her in fight scenes rather than Loki.

Mary Sue Tropes

Okay, so there are specific Mary Sue tropes that Sylvie is. One of those is Copy Cat Sue, which I think was referenced before.

Copy Cat Sue

A lot of fanfic writers...start to write something because of their passion for this character, but they find something about the character that doesn't mesh well. Maybe they're the wrong gender or are otherwise not close enough to the author's expectations...In any case, rather than put them through the Possession Sue process, they just get a Clone-O-Matic™ and out pops a Copy Cat Sue...the character might be intended as a replacement for the canon character, but without whatever icky traits the author hates. They'll then rob the spotlight, prove the canon character to be unworthy of his/her position, and either relegate the character to obsolescence or, perhaps, even remove them entirely.

Sylvie is basically a clone of Loki, she is a variant. But she absolutely robbed the spotlight of Loki’s, and they literally call her the superior Loki. I mean, they are literally not even being subtle about this. And there was a feeling by myself (and a lot of other viewers) that Sylvie might ultimately replace Loki in the MCU.

Black Hole Sue

Much like a black hole, this is a Mary Sue who "sucks in" the plot and characters to her. Characters will behave outside their personalities, logic will be defied, and rules will be broken for her sake.

Sylvie really does suck up all the plot and Loki definitely behaves outside of his personality just to fit the Sylvie show.

Jerk Sue

A Mary Sue who is mean or maybe even cruel, but are still treated as an ideal person.

Once again, Sylvie is basically a jerk all of episode three, but you’ve got Loki falling over himself to call her amazing in just the next episode.

Relationship Sue

A Mary Sue who exists to be the perfect mate for a specific character...this character has everything in the plot conspiring to enforce this One True Pairing...in Fanfiction, they are the perfect beloved of a canon character.

They literally have Mobius speculate that Loki falling in love with Sylvie is so extraordinary that it causes an entire Nexus event, that’s how huge this One True Pairing is (!). And Sylvie is the love interest of Loki, the only character who had been around before the beginning of the series

TLDR: Sylvie has all the tropes of a classic Mary Sue character. So calling Sylvie a Mary Sue isn’t being sexist or just randomly hating on the character. If you use common Mary Sue characteristics to examine the character, she just has too many of these characteristics to ignore.

#loki negativity #antisylvie #loki critical #loki criticism #antisylkie

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garbagevanfleet · 3 years

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Gemini (smut)

Pairing: Josh x woman!reader (sex mentioned/established long term relationship) & Jake x woman!reader (explicit sex) NOT AT THE SAME TIME, THIS IS NOT INCEST, I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, partner swapping, biting Word Count: 8200 Summary: Have you ever thought about swapping partners? Notes: okay in retrospect, this feels almost a little too horny, but it’s done now lmao. it is also unedited by anyone but me, so sorry about that

MASTERPOST

It starts, as most of your more mischievous moments do, with a glass of wine.

You had started dating Josh a little over a year ago, and it was nearly perfect. He was just famous enough to afford a nice apartment to serve as your lovenest, but not too famous that you couldn’t kiss him in public without fear of having pictures of the moment end up on some bodega rag. The life you’d built with him was one you cherished and sincerely hoped it would last forever, even if he did frequently have to spend time away from you. Certainly, you missed him, but it wasn’t heart-wrenching in the way you thought it would be at the beginning.

Besides, you have Jake’s girlfriend to keep you company. Since they have an apartment just down the hall from yours, it isn’t unusual to see her sitting on your shaggy living room rug - in fact, some of your most fond memories are of fuzzy times exactly like these.

You watch her swipe some emerald green polish across her fingernails, dividing her attention expertly between that task and an episode of Unsolved Mysteries. When she finishes her left hand, she dips the wand back into the bottle of polish on the coffee table and picks up her glass of wine, bringing it to her delicate lips.

“Should I make popcorn? Or are you hungry for actual dinner?” you inquire, pulling one of your legs up to your chest on the couch in an effort to stretch your muscles. “I can make something or we could eat out.”

She snorts a laugh, clearly just tipsy enough to absorb that last suggestion as a sexual innuendo. You roll your eyes with a grin when she spins around on the rug to look at you.

“Let’s order in,” she counters, but then holds up her left hand for you to see. “Can you bring up delivery on your phone? My nails are wet, and if I smudge them, I’m going to cry. Real tears.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” you respond sweetly. You truly love her. “What are you in the mood for?”

She adopts an almost puppy-like pout. “Tacos and morphine to put me out until the boys get home.”

You offer her a sympathetic smile - after all, you understand just as well as she does how empty the space feels without them. “It’s only four more days,” you respond, though the consolation is poor, so you add, “And then they said they have a surprise for us.”

Her deep brown eyes light up excitedly as she shifts to sit up on her knees like a teenage girl. “What do you think it is?”

Chuckling, you cross one leg over the other to pull your phone from the pocket of your shorts. “I can’t be sure, but I’m going to assume it’s probably sex and a vacation,” you tease, pulling up Grubhub. “Definitely sex, at least.”

You know exactly what she wants to eat - it’s already saved to the app for convenience, so all you have to do is add it to the cart.

The smile she was wearing before spreads into a Chesire Cat grin. She quietly contemplates her next words as she starts on her next hand to keep herself occupied while you mess with the food order.

You’ve just sent the payment through when she speaks again, this time a lot quieter.

“If I ask you something, you promise not to be mad?” You’re not used to hearing her be so careful with you - she usually just blurts out exactly what she’s thinking, so hearing her apprehension puts you instantly on edge. You try to mask it by reclining your posture into the couch.

Your fingers mindlessly play with one of the ears on your bunny slipper as you answer. “Of course. You can always ask me anything,” you assure.

Her eyes dart around like she’s thinking of the exact way to word it - like the presentation is vital. “Have you ever thought about-” She pauses, pursing her lips together. “About swapping boys?”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but you were pretty sure you could guess for hours and you’d still never land on that. You know your face must look comically bewildered because she snickers under her breath.

The pause is too long, that much is obvious as you stare at her, but how the hell are you supposed to tell her that you think about it all the time? It’s one of your favorite fantasies to pull out of the hat when you want to touch yourself - well, that and the time you picked Josh up from the airport and he was so impatient he just fucked you in the backseat of the car he bought for you. Mid-day. In the parking lot.

“I, uhm-” You grab for your glass of wine, taking a long sip of it before setting it back down and starting again. “It’s crossed my mind before.”

She’s one of your best friends, so you know that she can see through the modesty of your answer, especially by the smirk she’s wearing. “You want him, don’t you?”

You can suddenly feel your face burning, your fingers now flexing anxiously in the blanket you always have laid out over the couch.

Josh is the sweetest man you’ve ever met. He treats you like a queen. He messages you all day, every day about anything at all - you get a minimum of three pictures per week of dogs he’s seen out and about. You receive regular surprises like flowers or jewelry, and he loves taking you out on his arm, anywhere you want to go. He is thoughtful and funny and affectionate - you love him to the ends of the Earth and back.

But Jake is something else.

You’re not positive it isn’t just because it’s so taboo - so forbidden to you, but ever since you met him, you’ve wanted him. You’ve just always been curious about how different he could possibly be. Does he pull her chair out for her on dates? Does he get up to turn the lights off when they’re snuggling on the couch so she doesn’t have to move? Is he bothered if she doesn’t shave?

You meet her eyes again and you can feel a cheeky smile forming on your lips as you realize the implication of her suggestion. “You want Josh?”

She bites her lip around her grin, casting her eyes to the floor. “Yeah, I mean. Who wouldn’t?”

You pull your knees up to your chest so you can bury how intrigued you are by that thought. “He’s fantastic,” you agree dreamily. “What’s Jake like? You know, like- In bed.”

“Well,” she starts, waving her hands to ensure that the polish dries. “Why don’t we let it be a surprise?”

When what she said really hits you, you freeze instantly, your expression falling. “Wait, is this something you’re serious about?”

She shrugs, looking not only unbothered but rather proud of herself for coming up with the idea altogether. “Why not, right?”

You hum in consideration. “Let’s take a day or two to think about it. It’s not like it has to happen right away. Or ever, if we decide it shouldn’t.” You have a pretty good feeling just by the way your heart is racing and the look she’s giving you that this is something you’re both going to make happen.

+++

You find out through Josh that the “surprise” is a planned trip - just like you’d thought. There would be two cabins waiting for you on the shores of a lake in northern Wisconsin, and you were all set to leave two days after they returned home.

Obviously, that meant that the boys insisted on you two going shopping for anything you may want or need for the trip. That’s how you end up in a huge dressing room stall with her, trying on color-coordinated swimsuits.

“So, we should plan it for the last night we’re there right?” she asks as she prepares a bikini top to try on in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

“Plan what?” you ask, holding up a dress for her to appraise. “Also, do you like this one? I feel like it’s more you than me.”

She turns her head to the side as her eyes rake over it. “I do like it. Toss it in my pile. But, like. Plan the swap.”

Your hands still as you flick your gaze up to meet hers, biting your bottom lip as you take a seat on the bench along the wall. “You still really wanna do that?”

She nods at you with his tongue between her teeth. “I super-duper do,” she confirms. “Do you?”

You only have to think about it for a second before you’re nodding back at her. “Yeah. I think so.”

“Should we each pick out something sexy for the other one to wear?” When you look up at her, your cheeks instantly start burning at the thought.

“Oh. Wow, that’s-” You let your words trail off.

“Hot, right?” she cuts in with a laugh.

You know she can tell that you agree with her just by your body language - you’ve got your legs clamped together and your hands resting on your knees. “How do you come up with the best ideas?”

The laugh she lets out is melodic as it hits your ear just the right way over the sound of Britney Spears playing in the background.

“What’s the turn of phrase people make when men make really horny decisions? Thinking with the wrong head?”

“Oh my god, yes. That is what they say.”

“Okay, well - that, but without a penis,” she responds, shooting you a wink that reminded you entirely too much of Jake. The thought makes you clamp your legs just a little tighter.

She’s quiet for a second as she lets the bikini top she’s wearing fall to the floor, clutching her bare chest in an unnecessary act of false modesty - like you don’t take platonic showers together sometimes.

+++

You are euphorically happy to see Josh when he walks through the apartment door and he has to drop his bags onto the hardwood as you throw yourself into him. He’s cackling as you pepper his face with kisses in between telling how much you missed him, and usually, it’s him that instigates but it’s you that pulls him over to the couch and fuck him right in the living room.

The two of you don’t leave the apartment once until the morning when you’re supposed to leave for your trip, and you make sure to enjoy the alone time with your whole heart. You listen to all of his tour stories as you share wine straight from the bottle with Chinese takeout that you had delivered. He had even left a note with the driver when he ordered it to just knock and leave the food at the door so he didn’t have to put a shred of clothing on when he went to bring it into the apartment, much to your deep amusement.

“Are you excited?” he asks in the car on the way to the airport and you answer with a smile.

“Of course, I am. I can’t wait,” you reply honestly. “But I feel like you guys just traveled so much - there’s no way you want to fly again, right?”

He shrugs, looking unbothered as usual. “I think I’m pretty used to it by now. Plus, we got a couple of good days of downtime with our girls.”

You hear Jake hum in agreement from the back seat and meet his eyes in the rearview mirror for a second. He gives you a playfully questioning look when you stare a little too long, causing your cheeks to flame. He’s obviously unsuspecting - and why wouldn’t he be?

The two of you had agreed to keep it a girls’ secret, just to make it all the more exciting.

It is absolutely going to be a long couple of days.

+++

The cabins are gorgeous. Modern and clean, but still very much a wild feel to them - like you could walk out the front door and see a bear. The local grocery store is not ready for the four of you and how much alcohol you pack into a single cart or exactly how much benign chaos Josh and Jake can cause up and down their aisles, and by the time you get everything back to the cabins, the four of you are starving.

You had assumed that they would be joining you and Josh for almost every meal, and you’re pleased to find out that they planned to do just that. Dinner the first night is grilled chicken and you all dig into it like you’re animals yourselves, washing it down with your individual booze of choice until you’re all sitting around a fire cracking jokes that gradually get more and more childish.

“You did bring a guitar, right Jake?” you press teasingly.

He tips his head back and laughs in a way that shows you exactly how much he’s had to drink. And in doing so, he exposes his neck, elongated in this position so that you can see his Adam’s apple perfectly. You have to physically pry your eyes away from it.

“Hell no. I don’t want to be that asshole,” he replies and then takes another swig out of a dark chocolate colored beer bottle.

“The ladies want to hear Wonderwall,” Josh prompts with a cheesy grin, to which Jake responds with a middle finger.

The four of you are up entirely too late that night, and when you finally settle in, you have no energy to do anything at all but cuddle up in the huge bed in your cabin and fall asleep wrapped up in Josh’s arms. The late-summer sounds outside of the open window act as perfect music to his breathing, and it lulls you so deep into sleep that you don’t recall dreaming.

+++

You’re only meant to be at the cabins for five days - which seems like a lot of time, but it truly is not when you know you’re about to fuck your boyfriend’s brother. Every day that passes has you feeling more anxious about it. It’s an excited kind of anxiety that leaves you buzzing, and she’s not making it any easier on you at all.

She catches you staring at him at least once a day and only ever gives you a smug smirk when she knows neither of the boys can see, lest she give away the surprise.

Although, when the mood strikes her just right, she intentionally teases you by “accidentally” brushing against Josh and then acting innocent when she apologizes. You think normal people would be jealous, but it only ever makes you feel like you’re trapped in a sauna. You hope that thinking about you and Jake serves the same purpose for her.

At dinner on the last night that you’re meant to be there, you’re almost too anxious to eat anything. Josh leans in and asks if you’re feeling okay, and you panic for a second before realizing that he’s alluding to the fact that most of your food is left untouched. He puts his hand on the center of your back and rubs gentle circles there with his fingers spread out, giving you a concerned look. His deep eyes can always hold an, almost overwhelming, level of emotion.

You lean over and nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck assuringly. “Yeah, just trying to savor the moment. I’ve had such an amazing time.”

“Me too,” he agrees with a flash of a grin that made your heart flutter. You press a kiss against his temple that earns you a fake gag from Jake across the table.

You look up to find him smirking as she laughs beside him.

“Something wrong with your food?” The inquiry is delivered by you in an obviously sarcastic manner that he snorts a laugh at.

“Not at all, thank you,” he replies cheekily, popping a chunk of watermelon into his mouth for emphasis. Because you’re a truly sick individual, you have to clamp your eyes shut for a moment so you don’t watch his jaw flex as he chews it.

The closer it gets to the end of the night, your ability to focus on anything at all but keeping yourself from stealing glances at him takes a dramatic nosedive. You’d thought that alcohol would help, but instead, it has a countereffect that seems to eliminate a good portion of your inhibitions, so you put a stop to it and switch to water after you catch yourself staring at the expanse of skin in his neck that’s revealed to you when he moves just right.

While the boys clean up the table after dinner, they set the two of you to picking out a movie - an idea that you clearly did not put a lot of thought into apparently because, in the end, you let her pick something that you knew could not hold your interest. It takes every ounce of your strength to not stare at either of the boys through it. You’re snuggled so tightly into Josh’s side that you’re not sure how he’s breathing. He seemed entirely content though, working the pads of his fingers against your scalp the way that you always melt for.

Through text, you agree that you’ll meet her on the path between the two cabins at eleven-thirty, and when the time finally comes, Josh is dressing the bed down as he finishes his last drink. You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you,” you tell him directly into his ear. He flips around and pulls you into his chest, nuzzling his nose into the crown of your head. “I’ve got a fun surprise for you tonight.”

His eyes turn instantly from a loving warmth to a darker desire when he considers the tone you used.

“Yeah?” He sinks his top teeth into his plush lip as he waits for another hint at what you’re talking about.

You nod slowly, brushing a curl away from his eye. “Mhm. Get in bed, okay?”

Without another question, he crawls under the covers, staring at you then like a dog expecting a treat as a reward. You huff an enamored laugh at him and then put your finger up in a gesture that tells him to wait.

He does exactly as he was told, and doesn’t say a single word as he hears you opening the front door and slipping out into the night.

She’s already waiting outside for you, and wordlessly, you nod at her and bit back a smirk as you pass each other.

“Good luck,” she whispers, barely audible over the frog song that fills the midnight air.

You don’t respond because you know it’s not necessary - you know he’s going to show her a great time.

You rock forward onto your tiptoes a couple of times in front of their cabin, trying to work up the nerve to enter as you try to shake away the anxious feeling. After a couple of moments of this, you realize that it’s no use, and you head inside. Your shoes get toed off at the door, and you’re sure to be extra quiet as you close it behind you, turning the knob to cushion the sound as it latches.

As you make your way through the living room at a snail’s pace, you start to shed your clothes. First, you work the buttons of your pajama shirt open and then enjoy the feeling as you let it slip down your shoulders and onto the rug by the couch. Your shorts get discarded in the hall just outside of the bedroom door, and then you’re left in just your lingerie. You briefly worry that maybe he would have liked it better if he could have been the one to undress you, but then you roll your eyes at yourself and decide he’ll get what you give him and like it.

The bedroom door is half-open, so when you peek inside, you can only see the shadows he’s casting in the conjoined bathroom. You take a second to gauge his movements, and then slip silently into their bed where you sit gingerly on your knees without garnering any attention. You’re staring at his back as he brushes his teeth at the sink, and since it seems like you have time before he notices you, you just drink in the sight of him there.

He’s in a loose shirt that has the brand logo of what you can gather must be a bar and a pair of briefs that come a few good inches down his thigh where the meat is thick enough that the hem sinks into the flesh just enough to catch your attention. His long hair is all draped over one shoulder, presumably to keep any toothpaste out of it - you usually go for a clip or a bun, but that’s just you - and your eyes stop at the way he’s holding his toothbrush with a sturdy grip. You’re not sure if you’re just imagining it, due to the sky-high state of your infatuation, but he looks so sure of himself performing such a mundane task.

When he goes it spit, he finally catches your reflection in the mirror, and he does a double-take that is void of any shred of humor. You had been a little concerned that you’d scare him, except he just goes completely still to the point that a little drop of toothpaste drips down his chin. He remains completely expressionless as he holds your eyes with an intensity that makes your fingers curl into the comforter. You would love to be able to say that this is when you start to get wet, but you’ve been able to feel the slip of it between your legs for an hour already.

After a moment, he flicks his gaze back to his reflection in the mirror and resumes what he was doing like nothing had happened at all. You watch as he spits and then wipes his face on a towel with absolutely no rush, and your stomach drops as you realize you hadn’t considered that there’s a possibility he might reject you. What if he doesn’t want this? Would you be forced to hang your head and retreat back to your own cabin, or would he let you at least stay? That thought instantly makes you want to cover your exposed body in embarrassment, but something in his posture tells you that you should hold off.

When he finally turns around, he leans his side against the bathroom door frame, cocking his head at you. He’s silent for a long moment before flicking his eyes in the direction of your cabin.

“Is she over there?” he inquires, voice lower than usual, though you’re not sure it isn’t because he just brushed his teeth.

You nod wordlessly at him, and after a moment, he lets a smirk form on his lips. His eyes rake from your knees where they’re buried in the bedspread and then up to your face like he’s appraising your value. You elongate your form for him.

“Did she pick that out for you?” He gestures toward your lingerie with his eyes half-lidded.

You gave him a questioning smile, subtly curling your fingers into fists to stop them from shaking. “Did she tell you?”

He hummed amusedly, crossing one ankle over the other as he lets the wood support his weight. “No, but it’s not too terribly hard to figure out after you’ve been eye-fucking me all day.”

Your breath hitches audibly in your lungs, which only serves to pinken your face further. You’re at a complete loss for words - like he blanked out your brain completely, but yet you haven’t wanted him up to this point as much as you do right now. You settle back on your heels, your palms on your knees as your fingers fidget over them.

“Don’t worry, I do it to you too,” he assures with a sly smile. “I just understand subtly.”

You bite on your lip, possibly a little too hard. “You do?”

He leaves your question unanswered. Up until this point, you had been specifically avoiding letting your eyes trail down his body, but you allow yourself the luxury now, letting them sweep over him like he had to you.

“Come over here,” you plead, letting your voice be soft and timid in hopes that he’ll take pity on you.

He pushes himself off the frame with his elbow, letting his arms hang at his sides until he reaches the end of the bed, and then he places his palms into the mattress and starts to shift forward until he’s crawling over you. The entire time, you hold your breath in anticipation. Neither of you touches each other as he stares down at you with an intensity that you can feel threatening every bone in your body. Like if he looks at you the right way, you’ll crumble into dust.

After a long, unsure moment, you reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear in favor of letting the dim lamplight illuminate the structure of his face. To your surprise, he leans into the touch, rubbing his cheekbone against the meaty part of your hand where your thumb meets your palm, and that’s the first time you’ve ever touched him outside of hugs of greeting and parting. Just brushing your skin against his ignites a spark in you, and you decide you’re going to feed it.

Hesitantly, you press the entirety of your palm to his jaw and then swipe your thumb across his cheekbone. It’s an action that would have been so tender and loving if you weren’t about to levitate off the bed with the deep lust pumping through your veins. You’re only able to suck in shallow breaths because even though no other part of his body is touching yours, you can feel his weight on you.

“Is this okay? Do you want to do this?” you asked, voice just a whisper in the small space.

Instead of answering, he gives you a playful smirk that he instantly presses against the corner of your mouth, and that’s enough to trip something in you. You turn your head and catch his lips directly, slipping your hand to cup the back of his neck to hold him there.

He lets out a hum against your mouth that you swallow down hungrily. When you part your lips for him, he instantly flicks his tongue against yours, leaving you with a minty taste. He lets you lick into his mouth for a few blissful seconds as your brain starts cooking in your skull.

“Did you suggest this, or did she?” he asks after pulling just far enough away.

You consider lying for a second, but you can’t bring yourself to. “She did,” you admit and then work up the courage to finish with, “But I think about it all the time.”

He looks pleased about this little secret, his eyes taking in all the details of your face.

He places his hand firmly on your sternum and gestures you to move up the bed until your head is rested on the pillow. You briefly wonder which one of them has been using it for the past few nights.

He crawls back over you and slips his first two fingers under the strap of your bra where it rests on your collarbone, and in an intentionally slow movement, he drags them along your skin. First, he draws them up to your shoulder and then back down to where the elastic meets the cup, pausing there and staring into your eyes as he slips them out from under the strap. It isn’t a touch that most people would deem obscene or sexual, but it makes you squirm, clamping your legs together just enough to feel a sliver of pleasure from the movement.

The bra that she picked out for you leaves very little to the imagination but hides just enough to warrant a level of intrigue. You shiver as he brushes his fingers over the silhouette of your nipple through the lace (black, as she had insisted was his favorite), and watch it harden further. The touch is feather-light at first as he ghosts over it, but he suddenly pulls his eyes off of his task so he can watch your expression change as he gives it a pinch.

Much to his pleasure, you can’t stop a whimper from escaping you, and your toes curl at the slight pang of pain, but you’re instantly praying he’ll do it again. Instead, he dips his head down and presses his mouth to it over the fabric. Your fingers wind in his hair in an attempt to pretend like you have any control, but you both know that you’d let him do anything to you.

All you can focus on is the feel of his tongue, warm and wet through the lace and you have to physically stop yourself from rutting your hips against him. His eyes had been shut, but he opens them when he tucks his fingers under the cup and tugs it down until the entirety of your breast is exposed to him.

He seems to genuinely enjoy lapping his tongue against your nipple a few times before sucking it into his mouth with enough force to make you whimper.

“Bite it.” You shock even yourself with how strong your voice sounds - not a request, but a demand. He flicks his eyes up to meet yours as he places his teeth around it, applying just enough pressure with them that it makes your mouth fall open as you suck in a shaky breath.

When he’s able to gauge whether you like it or not, he gives it a more honest nip, rolling his tongue under it to press it into his top row of teeth. It stings until he releases the suction and presses a kiss to it as a method of soothing.

None of his moves are rushed in any way, and it’s infuriating you - if it were up to you, he would have already started fucking you yesterday.

You feel white-hot when he shifts, moving his knee to in between your legs - he barely brushes you there, and it’s only for a second, but it’s enough to make your whole body tense. When he snickers at your reaction, you feel it deep in your muscles and you can tell that your cheeks are flushed and blotchy. You cannot imagine for even a second that that could ever be sexy, but you must be mistaken because you open your eyes and he’s looking at you like you’re a Michelin Star meal.

He slips your other breast out of its cup too, just letting the underwire holding them as he rakes his eyes over the new territory. This time, when he dips in, it’s to connect his mouth closer to your breastbone, dragging his teeth against the thin skin.

It hurts, and that’s evident in the way you yelp - it is not, however, evident in the way you grab the back of his head and press him further into you. In an obviously preplanned move, he shifts his knee up until it’s rested against your pussy, and you can’t stop yourself from grinding into it. Despite the fact that he’s been paying you all of his attention and spending it lapping at your tits, you feel touch starved. That’s why, when you’re able to force some pressure against your core, it forces a sound out of you that you wouldn’t recognize if it was being played back to you. It could maybe be described as a growl - low and guttural in your throat.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, using his body strength as leverage to grind yourself against his thigh, and also making it easier to bury your face in his hair to hide the fact that your eyes are rolling back. Even if he can’t see your expression, he’s surely able to feel the way your fingers twitch against his shoulders.

When he presses his mouth to your neck, you know exactly what he’s about to do, and it takes every single ounce of your willpower to remember how to speak.

“Don’t leave a mark, Jake,” you say, though the warning behind it is buried by the way that your voice is quivering.

“You mean like the one I left on your chest?” he asks against your skin, a vaguely proud quality to his question.

Your eyes snap open, your movements pausing. “You didn’t.”

He’s chuckling low in his throat when he raises his head to look you in the eyes and show you that his mouth is turned up in a faux apologetic smile.

“Jake,” you whisper scoldingly. You can’t stop the teasing tone of your next words though. “I’m just on loan. You’re not going to get your deposit back.”

He laughs in response. “Listen. You can’t have bites like that without getting marked up - it doesn’t work that way.”

Well, he isn’t wrong, but that doesn’t stop you from pouting at him. Your breath hitches in your lungs when he leans back in to speak directly against your ear.

“They only feel that good because they’re rough enough to leave bruises,” he explains unnecessarily, taking on an almost exaggeratedly sultry tone. “So, pick one or the other.”

While considering it, you press the pad of your thumb against his bottom lip, tugging it down just slightly to get a peek at his teeth.

“If it makes you feel any better, I guarantee you that she won’t come back unscathed either.” You know perfectly well that he said it with the intention of getting a reaction from you, so you give him one.

“She’s going to love them. I bet she’ll stand in front of the mirror in the morning and inspect them,” you reply, slow and gruff. Even to your own ears, you sound desperate from wanting.

“And I bet it’ll make her wet.”

He smirks down at you, huffing a breath. “Are you just really turned on by that, or are you trying to make me jealous?”

“A lot of the first - a little of the second,” you replied smugly, though the statement was entirely honest.

He held your eyes for a moment and you could visibly see him making the decision. Suddenly, he dips back in and connects his mouth to your neck - exactly how he was going to before he was interrupted. You groan as his teeth rake your skin and your hips grind on him of their own accord.

You’re lost in the high of it, so you’re not expecting it when he pulls his knee away. You should be ashamed at how deeply you mourn the loss of contact, but it’s only for a matter of a second before he dips a hand down between you and plays the pads of his fingers over the lace.

Eyelashes fluttering, you let out a shaky breath when the shock of pleasure hits you. He’s rubbing feather-light circles over your clit through the fabric, barely even enough to even feel it, but that doesn’t stop your body from jerking. Generously, he lets you work yourself against his fingers and you’re reduced to a panting mess.

It’s over too soon, but he raises his fingers up, forcing you to see how wet they are. The light sparkles on them with every minuscule movement and your body clenches upon seeing them.

He smirks at you and then sits up on his knees. You watch intently as he hooks his fingers under the top elastic of your panties and tugs them down your thighs. If he hadn’t shown you how wet you were on his skin, you would have realized it as you felt the crotch of your lace peeling away.

He slips your right leg out first and then picks up your left one, hitching it on his shoulder. In an almost too-sweet gesture, he presses a kiss to your ankle before slipping your panties off and tossing them carelessly. You are not at all afraid to admit that you stare unabashedly at him as he tugs his shirt up over his head, and your eyes map all of the newly-exposed skin.

He reaches out for your hand and you eagerly give it to him. At first, you think that he’s going to make you touch him, so you let your eyes stick on the shape of his cock, tightly hugged by the fabric of his briefs.

When you realize that he’s actually dragging your hand down your own body until it rested just below your navel, your skin prickles with goosebumps that he notes them with his eyes. You stretch your arm down further until you feel the slick wetness. It’s just for his amusement when you ghost your fingers along the slit a couple of times - if it were just you, you wouldn’t be so gentle and sexy. His eyes are fixed so intently on what you’re doing that it makes him bite his lip when you spread the folds apart with your first two fingers, and you watch his chest flutter.

You know exactly what he wants you to do, and you’re lucky enough that you’re already so turned on, that you know it won’t take you more than a couple of minutes to come - especially when you start to apply a little pressure. He watches you rub over your clit, first slow and then gradually getting more intense.

You’re so turned on that you can barely even enjoy taking in his expression while he watches you because your eyelids keep fluttering. During one moment of clarity, you rake your eyes over his body and catch him rubbing the heel of his hand against his erection, not really working towards anything so much as just relieving the tension if hot jerky his movements are.

You have to mentally force yourself to not stop what you’re doing to watch him because you know that would make him stop too, but it’s hot enough that you can feel yourself building up to an orgasm.

As you watch him stop his hand for a moment, pause, and then continue by just dancing his fingers up the shaft, you realize that it’s because he doesn’t want to come too fast. The thought of him edging himself so he can fuck you makes your clit throb.

You reach your free hand out towards his shoulder, but it’s not quite long enough to reach in this position. “Kiss me,” you plead, so close to the edge.

There’s no hesitation when he ducks close to you and instantly presses your lips together. You lick into his mouth for only a few long seconds before you’re coming and you detach your mouth from his to bury your face into his neck. You had been scared you’d be too loud, but the pleasure is so intense that you can barely make any sound at all, and the noises you do make sound desperate and weak. You’re unsure how long it takes you to come down, but when you can finally move again you meet his eyes and offer him a huffy laugh.

He answers back with a smile, and you hadn’t been paying attention to his movements, so you’re not expecting it when he swipes his fingers along your slit to gather some slick and then dips them into you to the last knuckle.

You heave in a gasp, your eyes widening comically and his smile quickly turns into a smirk.

He works the digits into you for a blissful minute before pulling them out, and this time, when he holds them up for you to see, they’re dripping wet.

“You need to take a break to hydrate?” he teases, flashing you his teeth. If you were in any other state, you’d laugh or have the sense to be embarrassed, but the state you’re in? All you can do is grab the back of his head and tug him in until his nose is touching yours.

“Fuck me,” you demand pointedly enough that his eyes widen. You swear that, even in the dim light, you watch his pupils dilate.

He’s staring at you for a couple of seconds before he cracks up laughing. You’re a little mortified, thinking that he’s laughing at you, until he speaks.

“I just realized why she insisted on bringing condoms when we haven’t used them for over a year.”

A grin forms on your lips, your stomach suddenly not so tight anymore. After a second of consideration, you ask, “Have you thought about doing this before? The way she obviously has?”

He hums amusedly. “Of course,” he agrees, inflection telling you that it should have been obvious. “Who wouldn’t?”

A blush colors your cheeks at the implication. You stretch your neck to catch his lips against yours one more time before pushing him off of you and his eyes follow as you unhook your bra and slip it down your shoulders. In this new position, when you look down, you can easily see the plum-colored brush on your chest. It isn’t terribly large, but it is bright in contrast - it would be absolutely impossible to miss it.

When you look back at him, he reaches out and instantly shoves you back onto the comforter. It wasn’t like it was very rough, but the impact still knocks the air from your lungs, so you still haven’t caught your breath as he hooks his thumbs in the band of his underwear and slides them down his legs. Your mouth waters as the fabric brushing past it makes his erection bob obscenely.

He rounds the side of the bed to get to the top drawer of the bedside stand and pulls out a condom that you try not to watch him put on. When he crawls back onto the bed, he places both of his hands on your knees and parts them so he can settle in between them, and then lines himself up.

You’re expecting him to just shove it in, but he doesn’t - instead opting to take it in his hand and drag the tip of it up your slit, causing you to jolt when it rubs over your, too-sensitive, clit. You hear him huff a laugh, but it’s then that you realize that he has had almost no touch the entire night thus far, and it gives you an idea.

“Wait,” you request with a hand on his chest, and he meets your eyes with a desperate look - you can tell that it’s taking a lot of his willpower to restrain himself. “Why don’t you lay down?”

He raises his eyebrows at you, but quickly changes positions with you. He has a hand on your waist as he helps you straddle him and then holds his cock in his hand as you line up over it.

The whine that you let out when you let it slip into you is pitchy and frantic because it feels so nice to be filled up after anticipating it for so long, and you have to press your fingers to your lips.

He’s rough as he instantly grabs your hips and you watch his lashes flutter as he grinds you down onto him. It’s so intense so quickly that all you can do is let your mouth gape open and try to control your breathing. He isn’t really lifting you off of him, so much as just pulling you forward and then pushing you back, but it must be enough for him, because you watch his head tip back into the pillow. The rubbing against your clit is sending shocks of electricity down to your toes, so you let him work you onto him like that until his grip on your hips is so tight that it aches.

You grab his wrists, pulling them away before you lace your fingers through his, using the leverage to start a vertical rhythm that draws a low hum from his throat. You’re so wet that you can hear every movement ring out through the quiet room, and you try to log that away in your memory in case you ever need it again.

You lean into him, pushing his hands down onto the bed and holding them there as you bend over him. In the new position, you can just rock back onto it, and just for him, you employ a little grinding motion on the drawback that makes him bite his lip and dig his fingers into the back of your hands where they’re laced with his.

It’s him that cranes his neck up to catch your mouth, instantly nipping your bottom lip with his teeth. You know he’s going to come when his breathing starts to shudder, so you let his hands go and cup his cheek in your palm and say, “Come for me.”

His eyes snap open to meet yours and then he suddenly sits up, pulling you to him so tight that it’s constricting on your chest. When he starts both driving his hips into you and pulling you down to meet him halfway with each thrust, you moan against his collarbone. It feels so intensely amazing that a choppy string of noises streams from your open mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” he rasps into your hair as the rhythm starts to fall apart.

When he finally stills, you just let him hold you until his breathing evens out. The crook of his neck is humid and warm, but so is every single part of you that’s touching him, so you don’t mind too much.

Seemingly reading your mind, when he’s finally caught his breath, he asks, “Do you want to take a shower?”

You huff a tired laugh. “Isn’t that kinda...intimate?”

He cocks an eyebrow at you, pulling away enough to gauge whether you’re being serious.

“What an odd question to ask someone that was just sucking on your tits.”

A very unattractive snort slipped out of you, causing him to crack up in laughter.

“And is still inside of you,” he adds.

You’re grinning when you nod in agreement. “You’re right. Let’s shower.”

+++

When you wake up in the morning, you start a pot of coffee in their kitchen, and your phone chirps to let you know she’s just texted you as you’re waiting for it to brew.

You’re doing the switch around at 9 am, and then getting ready to hit the road around 1, so you’ll have plenty of time to get comfortable with your respective boyfriends before you have to all see each other again. You have to give it to her - she’s a very thoughtful person.

You say goodbye to Jake, giving him a genuine hug and thanking him for a nice night, but it isn’t sad or sappy. You meet here on the little path outside right at 9, and you shoot her a smirk as you pass wordlessly, communicating just through a look that you’ll talk all about it at another time.

When you get close to the front door of your cabin, the door opens up for you, Josh just inside. He has a mug of coffee of his own and he steps aside to let you in.

You’re briefly a little nervous that he’s going to react poorly, but when he turns around, he’s wearing a cheeky smile.

“That’s some shit you girls pulled last night.”

You can feel your cheeks flush warm as you grin back at him. “Did you have a nice time?”

He thinks about it for a second, smiling at the floor, before nodding. “I did.”

“Did you treat her well?” you ask, though it’s barely even a question, because you already know the answer.

He nods again. “How about you? Was it what you wanted?”

You step into him and he wraps an arm around you, adding the other after he abandons his coffee on the counter. “It was really nice - very hot,” you agree, and then cradle his jaw in your palm.

You pull his face close to yours until your noses brush and you feel his posture soften.

“But I love you,” you tell him with an absolute honesty to your voice. “I love you with all my heart.”

A beaming grin spreads across his lips and he pecks a kiss to the apple of your cheek. “I know, I love you too, baby. Now get naked.”

Your eyes pop open in surprise. “Really? Didn’t you get enough last night?”

“I never get enough of you,” he responds, his fingers already starting to slide the hem of your top up to your ribcage.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to suppress a giggle and failing. “He left a love bite,” you inform him and then hold your arms up so he can slide your shirt off.

His eyes land on the spot and they instantly squint into slivers before his lips turn up into a smirk. “I knew he would,” he replies as his hands find your hips and rest there. “You want a couple more?”

PART II

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