â âyour colorful secrets.â || jang wonyoung x reader fic.
â weeks after the event which you call "the weirdest thing that's ever happened all year", wonyoung approaches you about your 'strange' behavior towards her in the most 'wonyoung' way possible...
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dynamic: dom!mean girl!jang wonyoung x sub!nerd!reader.
a/n: well, we finally made it ya'll! đđđ i feel like i'm gonna say this about every fic i write here from now on but PHEWWW THIS QUITE LITERALLY TOOK FOREVER?? but i was more than happy to flesh this little universe out more and revisit our favorite mean girl and her awkward nerd <33 just like you guys, "magic words" is one of my favorite things that i have written so even though this kinda took me wayyy too long to finish, I WAS SO HAPPY THAT I STILL DID IT UEUEUE MEAN GIRL WONY MY BELOVED đ„șđ anyhow, i really, really hope you guys enjoy this and here's to more mean girl wonys in the future hehehe
p.s. i hope ya'll don't get bored too easily bcs wow there's a shit ton of talking in the first half of this ficâ
previous: magic words.
jang wonyoung was late.Â
to class.
which wasnât exactly all that surprising considering she thinks she can do whatever she wants. but she was never late to class. you would knowâyou were always waiting until she entered the room. it was like you were never calm until she appeared, but that was because you have had the biggest, lamest crush on her all year. even the professor took a pause when he called wonyoungâs name for attendance and nobody was there to respond with âiâm here, professor~â and a cheeky smile. you stared at the empty seat in the middle of the classroom, wonyoungâs seat, and wondered what couldâve been in her way for her toâÂ
âjust hold on for mommy, âkay?â
you dropped your pen, covering your red face with your hands. your seatmate gave you a brief look before going back to reading her notes. did you really have to think about that first thing in the morning? well, it wasnât as if it was all you have been thinking about for the past two weeks: wonyoungâs lips on yours, her hands all over you, her sweet voice soothing you, and her eyes looking at you like you were her last meal⊠you still couldnât believe that entire thing even happened!
ever since then, things have been really weird. a lot of people looked at you more when before wonyoung fucked you, you were usually ignored which you liked. and you knew everybody whispered about you and wonyoung too. neither of you were being discreet in that room in the library that day so you heard all sorts of things from your fellow students the day after. usually about how they didnât think you were that kind of girl, or how they never thought wonyoung would ever consider fucking âsomeone like youâ. see, other people would be mad if they heard some strangers say all those things about them but actually, you agreed with them.
everything about that day went against a lot of things that you thought about yourself. well, you werenât planning on staying a virgin forever but you really didnât expect for it to be taken by jang wonyoung of all people!
âcome on, baby. give me a show.â
you squeezed your thighs together, your heart hammering inside your chest. god, it almost felt like wonyoung was right up against your earâtalking to you and berating you for thinking about her 24/7 after she fucked you. you felt your core clench upon remembering how warm wonyoungâs hands were, how her fingers felt ramming inside you⊠god, you wanted it all again. but there was no way she would agree to that, right? knowing wonyoung and the kind of girl that she was, that would be the only time she would fuck you, right?
a pink jacket catches your attention, making you look up from your thighs. jang wonyoung has finally arrived. she was talking to the professor as she sat in her seat, all smiles and giggles as usual. she throws a brief glance over her shoulder, sharp eyes meeting yours. you didnât miss the way the corner of her mouth lifted up, smirking at you as she eyed you down. you didnât even know how the fuck she was able to do that within a millisecond of looking at you, but she did it anyway and it only made you squirm in your seat.
oh, how pathetic you were. youâve been feeling all sorts of things after wonyoung fucked you, but you never knew what to do about them. for now, you just wanted to get through another day of being in wonyoungâs presence despite everything thatâs happened. she hasnât spoken much to you since that day and you doubted that anything was going to changeâsheâs jang wonyoung after all. you were probably just another hook-up to her, something sheâs bound to forget about in a week or so.
(see, that was just all kinds of wrong because right at this moment, all the nosy people who were staring at wonyoung can clearly see how she spared your pitiful figure by the window little glances every other minute with a sly smile on her face. she didnât make an effort to be discreet. she never does. when jang wonyoung likes something, she is going to let people knowâshe has to! or else theyâll all just think youâre up for grabs.
no. wonyoung was going to show them only she can really pull all the nice girls in this school. especially youâ(y/n) (l/n), the campusâ adorably awkward bookworm whoâs very endearingly clumsy despite her well-put appearance. god, how wonyoung had become obsessed with you and you had absolutely no idea.
but it was more than just your character too. for a while now, actually ever since she fucked you, something about you has been bothering her mind. itâs made her unable to stop thinking about you and truthfully, it fucking pissed her off so much that she had to brainstorm a plan, a solution, for it. which became the reason why she was late today. will wonyoung actually execute it? who knows! for now, she can stare at you scribbling on your notes and laugh to herself because she knew, oh she so knew, that every time you paused, shut your eyes, and shook your headâyou were thinking about her.)
thankfully, the class ended after another hour and a half. halfway through it all, you got bored and opted to stare out the window. so much so that you didnât realize class was over until the familiar scent of money and local fame wafted into your noseâwonyoung had walked past you, and she winked at you. you found yourself freezing up in your seat, so fucking pathetic. nobody seemed to notice what wonyoung had just done which was fortunate for you! with bright red cheeks and ears, you packed up our belongings in record time and swiftly power-walked your way out of the classroom.
the attention that was put on you as you walked along the hallways of the building was annoying, for the lack of a better word. it seems like everybody was looking at you as if this was the very first instance of a loser somehow âgettingâ the popular girl to sleep with her. sometimes, you wish it never happened. as good as it felt, the aftermath was almost not worth it. youâve heard cruel things being said about you after that day and to save your enrollment, you kept yourself quiet and pretended like you were unaware. except that you werenât, so every time you make eye contact with someone and they start whispering to their friend or something, it only adds up to that pool of anger that was slowly building up from the pit of your stomach.
still, you couldnât bring yourself to blame wonyoung for it all. you were part of the act as much as she was but you also canât say that you brought all this attention and rumors to yourself. you blamed the other girlâs stupid reputation, actually. but itâs not like you can rewind time and make yourself leave that goddamn room when you thought wonyoung was never going to come. there was no point in dwelling on it now. it happened and you have to live with the consequences. being talked about isnât half as bad as the threat of your scholarship getting revoked anyway.
you were right on the other side of the building when you realized you had no idea where you wanted to go. you just wanted to get out of that classroom, away from wonyoungâs sights so she canât have you acting up in front of everybody. not that you would actually be able to make stable eye contact with her anyway. naturally, you found yourself marching towards the washroom. you were nearing to the door when you heard a few girls chattering lively.
you entered the washroom and there stood in front of the mirror were kim jiwon and shim jayoonâyour acquaintances and wonyoungâs super smart best friends from one of the science programs. they were the last people you wanted to see face-to-face and for good reason! as soon as they saw you, they squealed and grabbed your arm, yanking you to stand in front of the mirror with them. âthereâs the woman of the hour!â jiwon teased, lightly pinching your cheek.
âmore like woman of the weekâliterally nobody is shutting up about you! this must feel like heaven.â jayoon nudges your arm, firmly believing that you liked all of the attention you were getting when you really didnât. you would do anything to be invisible again.
âis this really what it feels like to be popular? i hate it,â you grumbled, earning a sigh from jayoon. âi donât know how you guys ever manage.â
âyou have an outdated opinion about all of this, baby girl! donât you like having everyoneâs eyes on you? now theyâll see how much of a pretty little thing you areâitâs great!â jiwon said. no, she was not very successful in convincing you that this wasnât the worst thing thatâs ever happened in your academic life so far. but you decided that you wouldnât fight her on it and instead, stand idly between the two girls while they gossiped and twirled and played with your hair.
you were completely signed off from the conversation; the only thing in your mind was the feeling of wonyoungâs hands in your hair while she kissed you. unconsciously, you touched your lips with your fingers. fuck.
âoh, youâve got it bad, huh?â jiwon teases.
âhey, donât blame (y/n)! wonyoungâs a good kisserâiâd miss her lips too,â jayoon sighs dreamily. then she gasps and grips your forearm tightly. âdo you want to fuck her again?â she asked with shiny eyes.
âw-what?!â
âwhereâd you get your information from, jayoon? wonyoung fucked her.â
âoh, right!â
you covered your face with your hands, âplease stop talking.â
jayoon forcefully pries your hand off your face, âlisten, gaeul-sunbae is having a party next week and weâll be there with wonyoung! you should come! weâll make sure to get you guys a room.â jayoon says with a wink. god, theyâd let the two of you fuck in a house full of your schoolmates?! that would just add onto your world of troubles.
âiâm not going to any party and iâm never sleeping with wonyoung again, okay? i justâi want this all to end. i hate it when iâm looked at.â you gently wiggled yourself out of the two girlsâ hold and once again marched towards the door.
âyou shouldnât have fucked her then.â jayoon says with a shrug as you reach for the handle, making you pause.
âshe fucked me.â you corrected your friend before swinging the door open and exiting the washroom.
âyeah jayoon get your facts straight!â you heard jiwon laugh as you bolted out of the washroom. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, and glaring at the first person you saw in the hallway. the person in question raised an eyebrow before turning to talk with his friend, eyes lingering on your leaving figure.
gosh, this school was a nightmare.
nevertheless, you survive the long walk back to your classroom without sparing another person a glance. did you bump into people because you absolutely refused to look up? yes! did you care? not at all. it was much, much better than dealing with the scrutiny in everyoneâs eyes. apparently, sex was only a problem when the girl who wanted nothing to do with it actually did it. every time you remembered how everyone in the library looked at you after you and wonyoung left that private room, you wanted to scream. literally. all of the negative things that came after the event made you forget about the sweet stuff. like the way wonyoung insisted on driving you home, how she walked you to a bus stop when you refused to ride with her, how she patiently and wordlessly waited for your bus with you, and how she gave you a kiss on the cheek when your bus did arrive.
but what good was having wonyoungâs attention if everybody was also going to look at you, but in a worse light?
you knew it probably wasnât fair, but you grew a tiny bit of resentment towards the popular girl.
you entered your classroom after a deep breathâeyes glued to the ground and hands hidden under the straps of your backpack. it felt like you were back in high school all over again. this sucked so bad. but unfortunately, getting to your seat was only a bumpy road! all you had to do was not look up and start reading material once youâve sat down. it should be so easy. of course, fate had other ideas.
wonyoung had bumped into you while walking towards her own seat, forcing you to tear your gaze from the ground to look at her. oh, she was so prettyâno, (y/n)! âsorry.â wonyoung says with a cheeky smile. (she was excited that she finally got you to look at her. and as expectedâŠ) you blushed, merely looking away from the other girl before rushing to your seat. you heard a few giggles behind you which only confirmed your suspicionsâit was definitely planned. it didnât help that your cheeks and ears were flushed red⊠gosh, even your neck felt warm. you know what also didnât help? how wonyoungâs intense gaze didnât leave your figure for a while. you could feel her staring at you like you were some piece of meat for her to devour and you werenât even exaggerating by saying all that!
it was the same kind of look she was giving you right before she kissed you that day. despite your resistance, you met wonyoungâs stare. you noticed that she was surprised to see you raise your head, but it looked like it pleased her more than anything. wonyoung tilts her head and smiles slyly at you while her eyes travel from your hands, your exposed thighs, to your legs⊠now who knew jang wonyoung could be such a pervert? you squeezed your thighs together, glaring slightly at wonyoung who merely giggled before finally turning around and facing the front.
things like thatâwonyoungâs attention, her interest, her affectionâwere the only good to come out from that hook-up. the rest? the side-eyes, the rumors, the whispers, the unwanted popularity spike? you wanted nothing to do with it. but, again, it wasnât like you could reverse time.
so, you were going to do what youâve always been good at: hide yourself to the point of invisibility. itâs never failed you before, and it shouldnât now.
the only challenge was jang wonyoung herselfâwill she let you out of her sight?
you didnât want to think about the most obvious answer. instead, you tried your damned hardest to not think about her at all for the rest of the day. you poured all of your attention to the lectures, the coursework, and the notes. basically anything just to avoid hearing her voice in your head again. at least it wasnât as bad as the first few days after she fucked you. during those times, you quite literally replayed the entire thing in your head every minute. it wasnât surprising that you ended up failing a few small quizzes around that time.
when youâve put every belonging you had in your backpack, you practically rushed to get up from your seat and headed to the door. avoiding every eye that latched onto your figure. you successfully passed wonyoungâs seat without trouble untilâŠ
âah, (y/n)! finally, i can talk to you.â
ms. lim, the professor for your last class of the day, calls you. you turned around with a tight-lipped smile on your face, reluctantly walking closer to the teacherâs desk while most of your classmates walked out of the door. wonyoung was still in the room. she was staring. fuck, why is she always staring?!
âno need for thanks, maâam. i was passing by the art room that day and i just thought iâd help.â you hear a few people shuffle behind you. more students walking out. a flash of pink walks by behind you. wonyoung. you blinked and smiled at the professor, acting as normal as you could.
âif you donât mind, i need you to do another favor for me,â ms. lim opens up one of her drawers and carefully takes out a lunch bag from it. the professor smiles sheepishly at you. âi hate to ask my students to do little chores like this. but iâm going to be preoccupied with grading and lesson plans for the rest of the day and that idiot jiyoung forgot to grab her food from me.â
you chuckled lightly, âhard to imagine ms. kim of all people would forget about her food. iâll take it to her, no worries.â you carefully held the lunch bag in your hands and smiled at your professor.
âthank you, (y/n). sheâs been all over the place lately! worrying about this one special pupil of hers that sheâs practically begging to put up a piece of her work in the walls of the art building. itâs a whole thing, i wonât bore you about it. run along.â ms. lim waves you off with a laugh. you bowed to the professor before happily exiting the classroom with ms. kimâs lunch bag in hand. when you left the room, you saw that the hallways were still quite full with students lounging aboutâlooks like it wasnât going to be an easy walk to the fine arts building but oh well.
the first hurdle was squeezing through a crowd of jocks from different teams creating a ruckus in the middle of the hallway. the second struggle was nearly getting picked on by said jocks when they just so happened to notice you sneaking by. thankfully, a nice cheerleader with red hair diverted their attention so you could slip away. it was a quiet and pleasant walk along the school courtyard towards the fine arts building from there, with only the wind and soft rustling of leaves accompanying you.
the building was quiet, save for your own footsteps. usually, the hallways would be filled with sounds of casual chatter and the muffled voices of instructors and students alike. you had to say though, you much rather preferred the silence. it was comforting. you were usually surrounded with a lot of yelling, hollering, and laughing which sometimes wasnât all that bad but considering everything thatâs been happening the fast few days⊠yeah, this was preferable.
it didnât take long for you to reach ms. kimâs classroom, and there you were met with a vast empty room littered with half-finished paintings and beautiful illustrations created by the students and ms. kim herself. there was a backpack and a big canvas set near the back of the classroom but you pay it no mind. it was common for students to stay after school hours just to kill time or work on their projects. you put down the lunch bag on ms. kimâs desk, all the more ready to turn around and leave when a particular painting caught your eye.
it wasnât anything special by any means. in fact, it was buried behind more colorful paintings and you could only see half of it. you approached the painting, looking around the other canvases just to see it in full. it didnât look finished, but then again maybe that was part of the appeal. the painting was that of an arrangement of beautiful flowers in a jar, they were wilting. or maybe they were just coming to life, looking at the soft streams of sunlight that shone down on them.
regardless, you didnât have the luxury to analyze the painting any further when you heard shuffling behind you. alarmed, you turned your head quickly and⊠well, fuck.
âwonyoungâŠâ
the tall girl clad in pinks and blues smiles at you. it wasnât a very comforting smile.
âthe one and only,â well, that sounded familiar. you watched as wonyoung threads the ends of her hair using her dainty little fingers. a smirk dances on her lips while she stares you down, very much liking how she has rendered you speechless with her mere presence. a bit of a dramatic statement but it was true! âhowâd you like my work?â wonyoung asked, eyes quickly flickering over to the flower painting behind you.
you followed her stare, but quickly looked back at her in shock. âyou painted that?â you gasped.
âyou make me sound like iâm just a stupid bimbo,â wonyoung sighs dramatically. âof course, i painted it. would anyone elseâs work look as gorgeous?â âcharmingâ as ever, wonyoung flips her hair over her shoulder with a smug look on her pretty face. you turned away, very quickly rolling your eyes before settling them back on the painting. you were impressed. you wouldnât have guessed that wonyoung of all people would have that kind of talent, but then again, she is one of the class-toppers and nobody knows who she is exactly.
âitâs beautiful.â you admitted. you heard wonyoung chuckle, but she doesnât say much else. you donât look back at her, choosing to stare at her painting instead. again, something stopped you from looking further into it. wonyoung stood beside you, briefly looking at her painting with a somber look on her face before quickly covering it up with her usual cheeky, queen bitch smile. it was dead silent. did you even want to speak to her? for two weeks, youâve resented all the attention that was given to you because of her. youâve glared at the back of her head, cursed her in your mind whenever some students whispered about you⊠but somehow, youâre the one whoâs tongue-tied now that you were actually alone with her.
it was confusingâfeelings, that is. hell, the last real face-to-face interaction youâve had with her was on that day. when she kissed your cheek before you got on your bus.
âwasnât expecting you to be here, (y/n),â wonyoung unzips her pink jacket, slowly taking it off before putting it on an empty seat. you watched her from the corner of your eye, she was taking deep breaths and you could hear her. then she fixes her hair and turns around wearing a glowing smile. âbut this is just perfect.â she steps towards you and instinctively, you jolted backwards.
âi-i just dropped something off for ms. kim⊠from ms. lim, i mean. i should get going.â well, it wasnât going to be easy! what with wonyoung being inside your personal bubble and your heart beating so fast that you canât quite hear your own thoughts. it didnât help that she towered over you, and again, her perfume was a fucking weaponârendering you immobile.
âdonât be like that, (y/n). iâm upset with you.â wonyoung says with a pout. cute, but you really shouldnât let your stupid crush on her stop you from just getting the hell away! wonyoung was fascinated with the way your eyes wandered. she knew that no matter how angry you were with her, she was always going to have the same effect on you. and it was delicious. being able to have that much of an impact on someone.Â
âyou never called or texted me. i was waiting, especially after i sent you home,â wonyoung stands even closer and for a second, you actually saw some kind of emotion in her eyes. dissatisfaction, perhaps. âdidnât know you were like that, (y/n).â
âi d-didnât even think youâd want me to contact you after⊠after all of that.â
âi wouldnât have given you my number if i didnât want you begging for more of me over the phone, dumbass.â wonyoung bumps your shoulder with her own as she walks past you. the way you looked (confused and⊠so fucking stupid) mustâve made her pissed, judging by the way she started dragging her equipment around with her eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring at you every now and then. you stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of your uniform. you should really leave. you had things to do at home! this wasnât a time to waste with someone who was mad at you and someone you were mad with.
all it takes was a period of silence to remind of how much wonyoung affected your life. and suddenly all the anger was back. the longer you stood there and looked at her, the more it boiled up and threatened to tip over. but you were going to be mature. you were going to leave the classroom and go on with your life, leaving it all (wonyoung) behind.
âi have a few ideas on how you can make it up to me though.â wonyoung averts her gaze from the empty canvas in front of her to you.
given the way she was looking at youâor rather, has been looking at you, wonyoung was up to no good. and if you wanted any chance to redeem the little reputation you had in this academy, you had to be strong and not get swayed by her and her pretty little face and those soft lips and that mesmerizing pair of eyes. you shook your head, âi am not fucking with you again, wonyoung.â
the taller girl laughed, âwhat? did it look like i was going to make you do that? gee, (y/n), it takes one hook-up to corrupt you, huh?â wonyoung laughs, a smirk making its way to her face when she sees you glaring daggers at her. âyouâre going to be my muse.â she says, crossing her arms and scanning you up and down. gosh, she didnât even bother to hide the lust behind her stare⊠but you could tell that her statement wasnât a joke.
âyouâre⊠going to paint me?â you asked. wonyoung hums, staring right at you as she pulled her hair up to a ponytail, quietly anticipating your answer while you stood idly by the windows.
âonly reason iâm here is because ms. kim has been begging for me to put something of my own up in the hallways. usually i would just refuse but the ladyâs been nice to me since i stepped a foot in this school so why not? plus, whatâs a better subject than my latest and possibly most popular fling?â wonyoung gives you a very sarcastic smile that makes you roll your eyes. you seriously needed to get out of here.
you were more than ready to leave until you remembered the way wonyoungâs eyes looked when she confronted you about the silence you gave her. then a pang of guilt hits you the more you think about her actions after the two of you hooked up. the walking together, the waiting together, and the kiss on the cheek. maybe attempting to cut her off was a dick move on your partâŠ
âokay.â
wonyoungâs face visibly lights up. adorable.
âwhere do you want me?â you asked, blushing at the sight of the cute look on her face. all of your activities can wait. you wouldnât have been able to live with yourself knowing that you were potentially hurting someone. albeit unintentionally and the person in question being your best slash worst nightmare.
âjust sit in front of me and weâll figure it out from there.â and so, you and wonyoung get to work. well, of course it was mostly her doing the work while you just sat on a stool and listened carefully to whatever she told you.Â
oddly enough, the weight of her stare wasnât as intimidating or nerve-wracking like it usually was. wonyoung had a certain softness in her eyes as she studied your features closely, and every time you figured that she saw something she liked, something would sparkle behind those beautiful brown eyes. watching wonyoung in what seems to be her natural environment⊠well, âunexpectedâ would be the understatement of the year. you figured it would be parties and social clubs and outlet malls but then again, nobody really knew wonyoung.
getting so much as a glimpse of the untouchable popular girl was truly something. and despite everything thatâs happened you find yourself feeling the way you did the first time you laid eyes on her on campus during freshman year. awestruck, with your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you desperately tried to look at something that isnât her but ultimately failing. wonyoung gives you a smile, and it wasnât her usual cheeky-teasing one. she looked⊠bashful? and is that a hint of pink on her cheeks?
it was strange to see, but you ended up smiling a little at the sight of a rare cute wonyoung. the tall girlâs cheeks show a deeper shade of pink as soon as your lips curled up in a smile, making you giggle a little. not a lot of words were shared between the two of you after that as wonyoung completely immerses herself in her work. and during that entire time you just stared at her, admiring her focused state. you wondered if she was concerned at all about making a mistakeâher hand moved skillfully across the canvas with the attitude of someone that was sure about their abilities. you would hear an occasional tut partnered with a quick hum and followed by a quiet, satisfied laugh, giving you the impression that wonyoung was confident about the picture she was painting of you.
youïżœïżœve never been more curious in your life. you wanted to know how wonyoung sees you. it would be from an artistâs perspective but maybe youâll see even a spot of how wonyoung truly sees you deep inside. especially after everything that has gone down between the two of you, and especially after her reaction to you forcing yourself to forget her existence for two weeks. itâs not like you were looking for any chance of the popular girl returning your feelings, you just wanted to know if you were anything to her at all. maybe youâll get to know it here.
â(y/n),â wonyoung snaps you back into reality. she beckons you over with a proud look on her face. âcome over here. see if you like it.â
soon enough, you were standing beside wonyoung, staring at the most impressive painting in the room. it was you; sitting on that stool wearing a gentle smile, but almost half of your entire form was covered by a slightly see-through curtain and the tiniest streams of sunlight. at first glance, the painting looks incomplete or rather, abruptly finished but it looks perfect in your eyes. and on wonyoungâs eyes too, judging by the way she looked at her own work with approval.
âitâs beautiful, wonyoung.â you said with a grateful smile.
âmhm. itâs yââ wonyoung pauses, and clears her throat. âobviously.â she said, chuckling awkwardly and flipping her hair over her shoulder with less flair than usual. you did not know what the hell that was all about. (âitâs you.â wonyoung wanted to say. but she bit her tongue real quick. why? well, jang wonyoung was not one to try to woo a nerd of all things like that! but really thoughâitâs you. of course itâs beautiful.)
you were admiring the painting some more and the longer you did, the more you noticed just how many details wonyoung put into it. from the slight crinkle of your eyes while youâre smiling down to that tiny little scar you had on your right cheek. amazing.
âw-wait, youâre going to put this up in this building?â you asked, now blushing wildly. itâs not even that you were embarrassed of having your face put up in the fine hallways of this campus (there have been many instances of your face being plastered everywhere because of your very impressive achievements as an honor student). itâs the fact that wonyoung was involved in all of this that makes it all complicated.
âno.â
surprised, you looked at wonyoung with slightly widened eyes. she worked hard for this painting for the sole reason of putting it up, and now she wonât? maybe she sensed your discomfort at the thought of putting up a painting of you made by wonyoung, which you know would just repeat the never-ending nightmare of being surrounded by rumors all over again. you would ask the tall girl to give you a reason why, but you noticed that she was standing closer to you now, eyes darkened and very much drawing you in.
just like last time.
âfor my eyes only.â wonyoung says quietly. she was referring to the painting, sure, but she was looking at you the entire time. the implication makes your face heat up, and suddenly youâre finding it hard to do anything else except to just stand there. obnoxiously close to wonyoung with your eyes constantly flickering up and down from her eyes to her lips. you remember what those lips taste like, how they feel moving against yours. what you would give to feel and taste them all over again.
âi need a break,â wonyoungâs gaze pierces through your own, inviting you in. âdonât you?â
and all it took was the slightest nod of your head for wonyoung to lock your lips in a searing kiss with her own.
god, it felt like your chest collapsed within itself. your hands immediately cup wonyoungâs cheeks, and having learned a few things from the last time you kissed her, you were much, much better at keeping up with her despite your heartbeat running a mile a minute. wonyoungâs own hands were on your hips, pulling you closer until she started undoing the ribbon on your uniform. then, she unbuttoned your shirt, forcing herself out of the kiss and putting her lips on your neck as she did so. it was hard trying to keep yourself quiet with the way wonyoung nibbled and softly sucked on your skin⊠which was why you just stopped trying.
âahh⊠mhm, wonyoungâŠâ your moans were met with a hum from the taller girl, whose kisses now reached your chest.
âyou missed me, didnât you?â wonyoung whispers against your skin, leaving a mark just below your collarbone where she likes it best. she tilts her head up, lips hovering over your own, only touching slightly. âyou missed mommy?â
fuck, that was gonna do you in.
too embarrassed to truly admit it all, you nodded, which earned you a pout mixed with a glare from wonyoung. âiâm gonna let that go once. youâre lucky i missed you more.â eventually, you found your waist pressed against a lone desk while wonyoung continues to kiss you. you were topless now, what with wonyoung discarding your white shirt somewhere on the floor.
âw-what if ms. kim comes inâŠ?â you asked when you felt wonyoungâs hand sliding up your thigh. surely she wonât be as careless as last time, right? the two of you were barely hiding! the curtains didnât leave much to the imagination and the door was only halfway closed⊠if you werenât careful with your mouth, some unlucky soul passing by will catch the two of you and you really donât know if you can handle more of that. maybe you were naive to expect wonyoung to change within two weeks, because right after you asked your stupid little question, wonyoung had pulled down your panties and unclasped your bra from behind. goodness, she works fast.
the tall girl decided not to waste time and completely disregarded your question. âup.â she taps your hip, urging you to sit on top of the desk behind you. as you were getting yourself settled, wonyoung takes the opportunity to stare at you. you were as cute as everâflushed cheeks, messy hair, lips quivering, and pretty eyes glossy with anticipation, even though you tried to disguise it with uncertainty. wonyoung couldnât believe how easy it has been to knock down your defenses. she was so sure that even she, the jang wonyoung, was going to get rejected and embarrassed for the very first time in that library, given your reputation as a hardass.
but alas, she always gets what she wants in the end. as she should!
you pull wonyoung closer, eager to feel her lips on yours again. then she allows you to kiss her, doing the same exact thing as last timeâstaying still and letting you do what you want. wonyoung noticed that your kiss was softer, more careful. you were holding her face so gently, caressing her cheek with your thumb before letting your hands fall to her shoulders, giving the control back to her. it warmed her heart in a way that took her by surprise, but that was nothing compared to the pure amusement she felt when she caught you untying her ribbon.
âyouâre brave today, hm?â wonyoung whispered with a smirk. she doesnât stop you, though! she holds your stare as you let her ribbon drop to the ground, and then you start unbuttoning her shirt so excruciatingly slow. you stopped halfway through, only getting to see a little bit of wonyoungâs crimson red bra before putting your lips on her neck. and finally, for the first time, you heard her whimper.
you couldnât see it as you were busy kissing her neck, but wonyoung was a blushing mess. she never whimpers! but with your sudden courage and the way you left the softest and sweetest kisses on her neck, wonyoung couldnât hide it. âare you⊠marking me up?â wonyoung asked with a giggle.
immediately, you stopped, staring at her with half-widened eyes. âis that okayâŠ?â
wonyoung wouldâve called you stupid if the sound of her own loud heartbeat didnât render her speechless. âdonât tell me youâre going to ask for permission if you so much as want to put your hand on my waist or something.â wonyoung said. she can imagine it clearly in her head, actually! you were too polite for your own good.
âwell, consent is importantââ
âyeah, yeah. how about you use that pretty mouth of yours for something worth my time, dummy?â wonyoung urges you to kiss her again, craning her neck to give you access. and you did it happily! you were so obviously excited that even wonyoung thought it was endearing, laughing lightly as you gently sucked on her soft skin. you did that for a while. how could you stop, anyway? the mix of wonyoungâs sighs, feeling her thin, dainty fingers smoothly threading your hair, and her other hand laying still on your thigh, squeezing ever so often when you do something she likes⊠well, suffice to say that it was almost impossible to stop.
leaning back, you stare at your work. the sight of your marks on wonyoungâs neck only made your core buzz, making you not-so-subtly close your legs. wonyoung regains her composure, eyes darkened once again before she forces her legs open, one hand slowly sliding deeper up your inner thighs while the other keeps your legs apart. âsince youâve had your fun⊠naturally, itâs my turn now, correct?â and of course you were nodding your head eagerly like an obedient pet, just how she likes it.
your breath gets caught in your throat when wonyoung cups one of your breasts in her hand, her face dangerously close to the other one, more than ready to pleasure you. âi was thinking of being nice since i missed you⊠but you made me upset with your stupid tantrum over the last time we fucked,â wonyoung feigns a smile and a shiver runs down your spine. âso, to truly make it up to me⊠youâre going to take everything iâm giving to you today.â
scary. terrifying even, but how could you say no? the (y/n) of two hours ago would be really disappointed of you but fuck it. wonyoungâs got you wrapped around her finger once again and youâre going to let it happen again.
only moans escape your lips as wonyoungâs warm mouth closes around your nipple. a new sensation, and it was wonderful. you found yourself hugging wonyoungâs neck, pushing her face impossibly closer while she licked and sucked as she pleases. your cunt clenches around nothing, and you buck your hips slightly just to urge wonyoung to touch you down there even a little bit but you shouldâve expected that she wouldnât care about that. her hands were rather busy! one played with your other nipple while the other held your thigh in a grip so tight that it almost hurt.
wonyoung releases your nipple from her mouth, her lips now attacking your chest area with little bites. you werenât opposed to it. in fact, the frustrated look on wonyoungâs face was a delight to see! âshouldâve known you were going to be a pussy about it all⊠wouldnât have waited up all night for your text if i did.â wonyoung tightens her grip on your thigh, making you wince. but the pain was quickly overshadowed by pleasure as the tall girl pulled on your nipple.
âhow was i supposed to accept that you didnât want anything to do with me anymoreâŠ? you were screaming my name so sweetly in the library⊠and i was in your head after all of that, right?â wonyoung briefly lets go of your thigh to pull your hair down, forcing you to meet her eyes. âi know you did⊠in the end, the campusâ smart goody-two-shoes is just a fucking slut in the making, isnât she?â
wonyoungâs eyes shine with excitement upon seeing you look at her so desperately. she knew that youâd never take any insult if you were in your right mind⊠and it only turned her on when you said nothing to her, your head so clouded that youâd allow wonyoung to say anything she wants to you. the tall girl spreads your legs apart, staring at your glistening pussy before her hungry eyes pierce back into your own. âand to think that you wanted to leave when youâre all drenched like this! what would you have done if i let you go? surely not touch yourself,â wonyoung laughs, but it was a cold and mocking one. your cheeks flush with embarrassment since she was rightâyou canât bear to touch yourself, which is why youâre so desperate to have her fuck you already. âyou need me, and i want a pretty doll i can play with however i like. letâs help each other out, (y/n)-ah.â
wonyoung doesnât wait for you to say anything (of course she doesnât) and starts massaging your clit with her thumb. you gasped at the sensation, holding onto her arms and almost closing your legs up. you try to control your sounds this time around, all that left your mouth were the usual pathetic whimpering and panting but at least you werenât loud! wonyoung didnât like that, though. she presses her thumb harder against your clit, making you whine loudly. âthatâs more like it.â the tall girl muttered under her breath. the longer she pleasured your clit, the sooner you were losing control of yourself. and eventually you were just giving into what your body wantsâgrinding against wonyoungâs hand, pulling her closer so you can kiss herâŠ
you gasped sharply as wonyoung plunged her two fingers inside your cunt, and she was giggling at how you were wrinkling her shirt up due to how tight you were holding onto her. fuck did it feel good to be filled up. when wonyoung curls her long fingers inside you, you clamped your hand over your mouth, afraid of alerting anyone who may be lurking around. annoyed, wonyoung swats your hand away, âcome on, i donât want to punish you so early.â none of what she was saying went through to your head. and it wasnât even because you were trying to be a disobedient brat but because of her pace.
she snaps her wrist with each thrust, enough to make sure that you feel every inch of her fingers inside you before pulling out. it was hard to focus on anything, even more so when wonyoungâs pretty brown eyes were raking all over your body, getting familiar with your features once again. it wasnât everyday something catches her eye so easily, but when she entered that secluded room in the library and had the luxury of staring at you while you were asleep, she was charmed. not even she thought that she would have you on top of this table merely two weeks laterâwrithing under her touch and moaning her name, but wonyoung quite liked this outcome.
why, after you were so good for her the first time she fucked you, youâve been on her mind!
âa-ah..! wonyoungâŠâ your sweet voice snaps the tall girl back to reality. youâve completely wrapped your arms around her neck now, how precious. wonyoung puts her lips to work, wanting to taste your skin once again. and that she does! giving you kisses from your cheek, to your jawline, to the crook of your neck and all that the way down to your chest. conveniently, the desk was long enough for wonyoung to be able to pull you down so youâd be lying back comfortably. she towers above you, a grin on her lips as she watches you try to hold on to your climax.
it was so glaringly obvious that you were close. with the way your walls clenched around wonyoungâs fingers, a few more thrusts should do it. and that made wonyoung way more upset than you can imagine. there was no way you were going to make this so short, right? but she feels it. not only have you dug your nails on her free wrist trying to hold onto her, youâve also started whining very loudly. wonyoung, annoyed, wriggles out of your painful hold and shoves her thumb inside your mouth, effectively shutting you up. drool starts dripping down along your jawlineâwonyoung wasnât going to let you off easy judging by how she pressed her thumb flat and hard down on your tongue.
âweâre gonna make this last, baby,â wonyoung says. she sees the tears pooling in your eyes and it only makes her feel warm inside. she was getting so excited to have her way with you, and a few tears wouldnât stop her. âand everyoneâs going to know again. i know you donât like that but this time⊠theyâll know youâre mine.â
wonyoung didnât plan on saying that last part out loud but thankfully enough, you were way too busy moaning her name to even hear it. a knot tightens in your stomach and you gasp, the sensation becoming all too familiar with you now. wonyoung pulls her thumb out of your mouth and slowly slides a third finger inside your cuntâand then there it was.
âawwâŠâ wonyoung cooed as you came all over her hand. but she doesnât stop any of her movements. instead, she leans down, catching one of your nipples with her mouth and continuing on fingering you through your orgasm.
âf-fuck..! wonyoung, w-waitâŠ!!â you clawed helplessly at her back. amidst your hopeless whining and moaning, wonyoung just giggles. her eyes flicker up to get a brief glance of your face, her own core clenching at how tight youâve closed your eyes, how youâve bitten your lower lip to the point of it hurting. she absolutely loved getting to see you undone piece by piece⊠even more so when you allow it to happen. which is what you finally do as you bury your hands in wonyoungâs hair, pushing her further down your chest and whimpering sweetly at every flick of her tongue on your nipples.
wonyoung wasnât letting her hand rest, however. she keeps fingering you in a semi-fast pace, hoping to edge you closer to another orgasm. clearly, she was taking advantage of your dazed state and in all honesty, of her own adrenaline-driven state. in her right mind, she would have let you cum the first time and stop there since she knew you canât handle too much of what she can really give you but god⊠wonyoung just has to see you fall apart completely under her.
âsomeone learned a few things from last time, hm?â wonyoung teased as she gently massaged your clit in circles with her thumb. âyouâre taking it so well. good.â
you gasped loudly as she plunges her fingers knuckle-deep inside your walls again, now thrusting faster than ever. wonyoung completely gets lost at the feeling of your warmth around her fingers. with her towering above you, she was distracting enough for your mind to wander elsewhere. every so often youâd notice the way she slightly bit her lower lip, whimper quietly, and huff as she fucked you⊠and as your eyes trail down lower (as low as you could, anyway), you saw that the tall girl had been clenching her thighs together. gods, wonyoung looked so hot being desperate like this.
it made you blush, how much she wanted to feel as good as she was making you feel good. next time, you are going to make sure to return the favor. it was what she deserves, as much of a pain in the ass she was.
âare you okay, (y/n)âŠ?â wonyoung, concerned that you have spaced out, asked. her thrusts have slowed and her eyes are now softer.
you nodded meekly, âyes, mommy.â the nickname slipped out so naturally that it caught wonyoung off guard. and was she⊠blushing? flustered, even?
(wonyoung wouldnât even know where to start if someone were to ask about the hold you have on her. it almost sucks that you donât know about it, but wonyoungâs pride wouldnât let her admit it outright. not yet, anyway.)
âweâre almost done.â wonyoung regains her composure. she completely pins one of your wrists down with her free hand, the other ramming inside your walls out of control, and her forehead nearly touching yours while you moaned helplessly. with your one hand, you clutched the edge of the desk, refusing to hurt wonyoung any further because you knew you would make her blood had you decided to hold onto her with the way she was abusing your pussy. wonyoung chuckles slightly at how smoothly her fingers went in and out of youâher hand was completely drenched in your cum and wetness. she was practically drooling at the thought of getting to taste you.
wonyoung would rather do it from the source, but she knew you wouldnât be able to handle her mouth. not at this state. and not with all the things she wants to do to you with her tongue alone.
she feels you clenching around her again, and she watches as tears squeeze out of your eyes. she kisses them away, whispering some comforting words in your ear before she thrusts her fingers knuckle-deep inside you. wonyoung intertwines your fingers since she knew youâd need it as you came all over her hand once again. unlike last time, wonyoung makes sure her hand is still, only pulling out as youâve started to calm down a little. your eyes wandered all over the ceiling, still trying to get a sense of things. you could feel wonyoungâs eyes on you though, but you couldnât tell what she was doing.
so âsurprisedâ would be an understatement when you feel her clothed, wet cunt pressed against your knee. wonyoung smiles bashfully as she slightly grinds her clit on your knee. hell, she nearly fucked you into unconsciousnessâshe shouldnât have anything to be afraid of doing now. even if she has to become this spectacle for you.
âj-just need to⊠do something about this.â wonyoung says. her voice was a bit higher from her whines, obviously feeling so good that she canât help but show this new side of herself. underneath her, you were a bit rattled but completely flustered and quite confused as to what you should do. not that you could do anything, anyway. you couldnât really feel your legs and your head was still getting itself situated. you were basically watching wonyoung grind herself into you⊠and it was heaven.
wonyoung meets your stare and grins, âliking the show, babe?â she teased. she giggled when you covered your face with your other hand, you were so red. but you were brazen enough to raise your knee slightly and pressed it against her clit, making her moan out loud for the first time. a smile of satisfaction spreads on your faceâyou finally heard wonyoung make that kind of sound!
âcheeky little doll.â wonyoung says before leaning down and kissing you. she stops her grinding, having had enough for now and slowly pulls you to sit up, carefully.
much like the last time this happened, nothing much was said afterwards. you were merely hugging wonyoung while you recovered, and youâd smile every time you felt her leave feathery-light kisses across your shoulder and draw random circles on your lower back. wonyoung allowed you to hold her for as long as you needed, never worrying about how the sky has turned orange or the supposed project she was assigned to start today for ms. kim. a gust of wind seeps through the slightly open windows and you shiver.Â
finally, wonyoung pulled away. âletâs get you dressed up. ms. kim should be on her way anyway.â she helps you stand on both feet and picks up the random pieces of clothing scattered around the area, almost scolding herself for throwing them around haphazardly. wonyoung was the one who buttons up your shirt, makes sure your skirt is all nice and tidy, ties up your ribbon perfectly, and styles your hair as if it was never a mess. and then she decides that you would look cute with a bit of lip tintâbut also because you needed a good excuse to give people if they so happen to ask you why your lips were so red and fucked up.
you stayed still as wonyoung dolled you up. it was strange though, because at this point, she has fucked you three times and youâve bravely looked at her in the eye then but now you canât. every time her eyes flicker over to yours, you blink and set them elsewhere. you canât tell her about how your pussy clenches under her gaze. you canât tell her that if she does something so simple as this, helping a fellow girl to look presentable, it turns you on. and it probably wasnât even because nice-and-friendly wonyoung was a rarity! it was because of that damn crush. and how you can still feel her hands all over you but ugh, youâre so tired of coming to that conclusion.Â
you get it: you are morbidly obsessed with how wonyoung makes you feel! god, can i be any more pathetic?
âyouâll text me this time, right?â wonyoung asks after she is done. she has also gotten herself look as perfect as she always does.Â
âi canât exactly escape you now, can i?â
âmhm! glad youâre aware of that.â wonyoung puts on an exaggerated smile, but really, she was excited.Â
you then pulled out your phone and sent wonyoung a simple âhiâ text message. âthere. happy?â you mimicked her fake smile.
âecstatic, actually.â wonyoung replied with a straight face as she stared blankly at your useless message. she saves your number and suddenly snaps a quick photo of you without warning, setting it as her contact photo for you. when you tried to sneak a peek, wonyoung moved away from you with a laugh, and saved your name as âdumâ on her phone, even waving it all over your face and laughing even more at your disgruntled reaction. how mature⊠and endearing.
when silence started to fill the air, you almost wanted to ask wonyoung a few things about this whole⊠thing. whatever it was. as much as you liked the whole doll talk earlier, you didnât exactly understand it. were the two of you going to be friends-with-benefits now? well, more like barely-acquaintances-with-benefits. was wonyoung going to make a habit of cornering you at some isolated place and fuck you? because really, youâd prefer a small warning before she starts using you. confused as you were, you didnât let a word slip. you just stood there, watching wonyoung as she put up an empty canvas on the easel.
âis it okay if i rest for a bit before leaving?â you asked in a quiet voice. wonyoung nods as she pulls her hair up for a half-ponytail, only briefly looking at your figure as you walk past her to sit on the instructorâs chair at the front of the classroom.
âiâd insist on taking you home but you seem to adore public transportation.â wonyoung quipped from behind her canvas.
âyouâd only find some excuse to touch me again in your car so yes, maybe i prefer taking the bus rather than that.â you replied. attempting to avoid thinking about wonyoungâs hands all over you while you sat on the passenger seat of her car was futile, thank goodness she was focused on whatever project she was working on.
âthanks for the idea.â oh you just knew wonyoung had a stupid smile on her face thinking about it all. that pervert!
although you would be lying if you said you werenât into the idea, but that was something the two of you should save for much, much later.
for the rest of your time there, you merely sat on ms. kimâs chair. sometimes you watched wonyoung even though you couldnât see much of her face. occasionally, however, she would peek from above the canvas to check on you and you wouldnât look away like you usually would. you would hold her gaze, smiling softly before gazing at the setting sun outside. the only thing that was on your mind was how everything has changed now. whether it was for the better or for worse, you couldnât tell yet.
there was no use dwelling on it. you simply have to see where things go. one thing was for sure though: jang wonyoung wasnât going to be out of your life so easily.
you pondered on that chair for a while before you finally decided to leave. you promised wonyoung that you would text her as soon as you got home, and you knew that even though she barely gave you a glance since she was so focused, she was happy that you promised that. while you headed for the door, you felt wonyoungâs eyes follow you until you were completely gone. but even as you walked through the empty hallways once again the hair on the back of your neck stood on end and you found yourself stopping in your tracks completely on top of a flight of stairs.
âthat⊠really all just happened. again.â you mumbled. ugh, your ears felt hot. your cheeks too. matter of fact, your entire body was just warm.
âwhat happened?â a chipper voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin. ms. kim has suddenly appeared beside you. you hadnât noticed that she was already there when you turned to the corner.
âo-oh! ms. kim, hello,â you greeted, hand clutching your chest. âah, right. i dropped off your lunch bag. ms. lim said you forgot it earlier.â
âreally? thank you, (y/n). she must be very busy if she couldnât visit me herself. iâll make sure to tell her that you did well delivering my food.â the art teacher pats your shoulder. her smile was striking and infectiousâno wonder ms. lim always looked so lovesick around her!
âno need. itâs no problem at all,â you glanced at the giant clock on the other side of the wall and felt panic rise from the bottom of your stomach. âmy bus should be making its way to the stop now. have a good day, ms. kim!â and so you were off to running as fast as you could to catch your ride, leaving the art teacher baffled but quite amused at the stairs.
ânever seen (y/n) a bit loose in the head like that before.â
inside the art room, wonyoung has gotten busy. the tiniest specks of paint decorated her face, her hands had become quite the mess but what mattered was the picture she was creating. she was quite surprised with herself. only earlier did she feel that familiar rush of creating something with efficiencyâwhen she was painting you. she was feeling it again, and it was great. it has been quite some time before she felt that rush. as rich her mind was with concepts, wonyoung found it hard to materialize them in a painting for some reason. maybe she was just lazy. maybe the pictures in her head just werenât clear enough.
but somehow you of all peopleâof all things, reallyâmade it all so very clear.
âah, the things a good pussy does to the human mind.â wonyoung laughs at her own words. she couldnât wait to bother you all night long later.
âi knew it!â
once again, ms. kim has surprised a student. fortunately enough, wonyoung didnât make a mistake and only flinched slightly. âhello, ms. kim.â the tall girl greeted. she doesnât take her eyes off her canvas since she knew that the teacher was already sauntering towards her with that contagious energy she always has.
âwow. i half expected you to be struggling for inspiration as usual but you actually got somewhere!â ms. kim pats wonyoungâs head, very much satisfied at wonyoungâs progress with her work. oddly enough, wonyoung found herself blushing deeply letting ms. kim look at a personal piece from her so freely. not that she gave a fuck about keeping up her reputation even with the teachers, but jang wonyoung was nothing if not so stubbornly prideful.
because no! she cannot bear being teased about painting (y/n) (l/n) for the second time in the same day!
âis thatâŠâ
wonyoungâs blush get deeper. here it comes.
âshe did say she came by this room⊠i see!â ms. kim laughs and nudges wonyoungâs arm, teasing the girl as if she was some kid who was having a crush for the first time in her life. incorrect, by the way! because jang wonyoung doesnât do crushes.Â
the art teacher leans back and allows herself to fully take in her studentâs work. it was a beautiful painting of you, surrounded by orange and yellow colors, looking lost in thought as you gazed out the window. your face was slightly obscured by the curtain, similar to the previous painting of you that she has done. perhaps a clue as to how wonyoung truly sees you.
ânever thought youâd want a muse, wonyoung! but sheâs not just that, is she?â
wonyoung settles her palette and paintbrush on an empty stool, exhaling and stretching her sore shoulders. now, she wasnât the one getting fucked but damn, did you exhaust her too! it was in the good way at least, so wonyoung canât really be mad at you. with you in her sick little head, wonyoung offers a mischievous smile to her teacher, âmy cute little secret is what she is.â
hi hello!! this has probably been done before but,,
may i request nsfw of gentle transfem!arlecchino x fem!reader đđ
i just love her so much and need her to be gentle with me đ
(also i may not be a regular anon, but may i be the đŠ anon ,??)
hey!! absolutely, the đŠ is yours. sorry it took me so long to get through my inbox. i hope you see this
this turned out more arle centered whoops
(nsfw utc - tw transfem!arle)
arlecchino, despite her more brutal nature, is always so gentle with you. she takes great care to ensure she files her nails, to not bite you too hard, to fuck you for your pleasure along with hers.
really, she doesn't even fuck you at all. with her, it's more like love making.
she takes her time with you, fingering you on her lap. she likes how your slick looks spread over her digits, she likes the way you get embarrassed when she sucks them clean, even more when she puts the spit-coated fingers on your tongue.
she eats you out like she's in love with your cunt, sucking your clit until you're seeing stars behind your eyelids. her tongue is so warm when it slides into you, teasing your sensitive walls to stretch open for her cock soon.
when she takes you, it's gentle. she eases you into the stretch, cupping your cheeks, kissing you despite wanting so badly to snap her hips into yours. she takes her time, making sure you're ready, shallowly thrusting her hips to let you adjust.
her hands slide to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips when she bucks her hips into you. she indulges in your pretty moans and cries of her name. she loves how you grip at the blankets when her tip nudges your g-spot. your pussy flutters around her cock, squeezing her so tightly that she nearly bruises your hips, even when she's trying to be gentle.
she kisses you deeply at times like these, making sure you can feel her love in every touch, every pass of her tongue over your lip, every thrust of her inside of you.
Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, implied age gap, bisexual!seb, Seb used to have (romantic) feelings for Lewis
Wordcount: 2.2k
Donât ask me why this is set during Christmas break. I donât even have the excuse I wrote it in December; I wrote it in February
Can we also just take a second to appreciate how cute this gifđđ«¶
Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace @aexitizen-ln4
It was snowing. Quite a lot actually. But it was expected when you were this close to Christmas
She hated the snow. It wasnât really her, but she had to go out with the dog anyway
She stood on the porch, watching the dog play in the snow, trying to catch the snow flakes
She had been at her parents house for about a week now, and she knew they were close with the neighbour, but she had yet to see him
She figured that maybe he was visiting family and wasnât home, but she couldnât know for sure
Just as she thought about what he might look like, she heard a door open to her right. She looked over. When you talk about the devil
âOh, heyâ He smiled over at her âYou must be Y/Nâ He said walking closer to the fence separating the two yards
âYeah, I am. You must be Sebastianâ She answered, walking over to him
âI am. Nice to finally meet youâ They shook hands âYouâre parents has spoken so much about youâ
He was pretty. His smile was bright, making small wrinkles appear in the corner of his eyes- his eyes. They were the most drop dead, gorgeous, ocean blue eyes. Never had she seen such pretty eyes
âThey have? Hope itâs only the good stuffâ She chuckled nervously, slightly embarrassed
âThey say it in a way where can only think itâs good, if thatâs any reliefâ He said, smiling back at her
His ears and nose, as well as his cheeks had started turning red from the coldness of the air, but it only made him so much prettier
A loud bark cut her out of her trance âAre you done?â She asked as she had turned around âAlrightâ She sighed âI better go. Nice meeting youâ
âNice meeting you tooâ He said before they parted and she went into the house again
âSaw you were talking with Sebastianâ Her mother said, sipping her tea when she walked into the house
âOh. Um, yeahâ She said, taking off her coat and shoes and placed them neatly on their spot
âWhatâd you think?â She said, trying to hide her smirk behind her cup
âHeâs⊠Nice. Donât know enough about himâ She went into the living room, slumping down on the couch and returned to her phone
âGood to knowâ Her mother whispered, taking a place in the living room as well
âI think I baked too muchâ She said, looking at the verity of cookies on the kitchen counter
âI promised Sebastian you would come over with someâ Her father said passing her in the kitchen
âWhat? Why?â She asked, looking confused at him
âBecause he doesnât have anyone to bake for himâ He answered before walking out of the kitchen
âMaybe heâll invite you in for a cup of teaâ Her mother said not looking away from her book
âMom! Have you realised how much older than me he is?â She said, drawing her momâs attention to her
âSo what? Age is just a number, beside he thinks youâre prettyâ She said, closing her book and putting it on the counter
âIâll walk over with some cookies, but I wonât stay for long, okay? Deal?â She said, looking directly into her mother eyes
âOkay. Deal. Give him some of each, okay?â She said before leaving the kitchen
âCookies?â She said the moment the door opened
âHello to you too, miss y/nâ Sebastian said, quite startled by the sudden words
âSorry⊠Hiâ She said, her cheeks lightly heating up
âThank youâ He said, putting his hand under the box of she had in her hands âWanna come in?â He asked, opening the door more
She thought about the deal she made with her mom but decided to screw it
âSure. Thank youâ She said, taking a step into the small hallway
She took off her coat and boots as Sebastian walked to the kitchen to put the cookies away âTea or coffee?â He asked when she stepped in the kitchen
âWhatever youâre havingâ She smiled, fidgeting with her fingers behind her back
âOkay. Just go to the living room and Iâll be in in a minuteâ She did as she was told
She looked around the pictures around her. They were pretty. It was mostly of mountains. Some where with who she assumed to be family or friends
One sparked her interest. She walked over to the shelf where it sat. It was an old picture. 2010 maybe. It was Sebastian and another guy
âThat was a long time agoâ He said walking up beside her âHereâ He gave her the cup. Honey
âSorry. Shouldnât have-â âNo, itâs fineâ She looked at the picture a moment longer before she opened her mouth again
âWho is he?â She sipped on her tea, hissing slightly at the burning water âYou look like good friendsâ
âLewis. Weâre still friendsâ He sighed sipping his own tea
âWhyâd you say it like that?â She asked confused, eyebrows knitted together
âThe day that picture was taken, I told myself I was gonna tell him about my feelings towards him. I never did, but sometimes I wonder what wouldâve happen if I didâ He chuckled the last part, turning around and sat on the couch
She didnât say anything, but she sat down on the couch turning her body slightly towards him
âIâm not gay, if thatâs what youâre assumingâ He said, turning his head towards her
God, were his eyes beautiful like this
âNo, no. Iâm not assuming anything, not against it eitherâ That seamed to relieve some anxiety off his shoulders
It wasnât an awkward silence they were left in
âTell me about yourselfâ She said, sipping on her tea âYou know practically everything about me, thank you parents, but I know nothing about youâ
He agreed, and he seamed like he hated talking about himself, but he didnât tell her that, she could see it in his eyes as he spoke
âIt really isnât that interestingâ He chuckled, looking into his lost empty cup
âNot that interesting? You used to be in a sport where you risked your life every time you went. That seems interesting for a few lifetimesâ They had somehow both ended up on the floor during their conversation
âA few lifetimes? That seems like a lotâ He chuckled
âItâs a life risking Sport, of course itâs a lotâ She said, scooting closer to him if that was even possible at this point
âYouâre life is interesting tooâ He said, trying to get the topic off of him
âNot as much as yoursâ At this point, they were practically sitting in each others laps
They fell into a comfortable silence after that. She was lost in the blues of his eyes
âYouâre eyes are so prettyâ She said, not expecting the deep blush that landed on his cheeks
âT-thank youâ He said flustered, looking into his hands in his lap âYouâre p-pretty, tooâ
It was cute when he stuttered. She hooked her finger under his chin, lifting his head upwards again
âThank youâ She loved the way she made him blush like he did âYouâre even more pretty like thisâ
That set off something inside of him. He pushed her hand away, pulling her in by her neck, smashing their lips together
He pulled her into his lap when she kissed back. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer
She pulled away, almost gasping for air. His blow pupils ruined the view she had of the ocean in his eyes
She drove back to his lips, but a little softer. She flicked her tongue over his bottom lip and he parted his lips immediately, letting her tongue into him
Maybe it was because it still lingered on her own tongue, but he tasted like honey. Sweet honey. Not like the shit kind you can buy at any grocery store, but a good one
He groaned into her mouth, feeling the way she was exploring every corner of his mouth. His hands were tighter on her hips, sensing shivers over her body
âItâs getting lateâ She mumbled into his mouth âI should probably go homeâ But she didnât pull away from the kiss
âMhm⊠You probably shouldâ Neither did he pull away, he instead pulled her sweater over her head, throwing it on the ground
âBedroomâ The kiss had started getting sloppy and out of rhythm
He only shortly nodded while picked her up without problems, her legs hanging around his waist
He effortlessly carried her into his bedroom, softly placing her on the bed without breaking the kiss
He only broke the kiss to start trailing over her jaw and down to her neck, drawing out a string of whimpers from her
âOffâ She barely said anything as she started tugging at his shirt âPleaseâ He finally obliged and pulled his shirt off
Her hands went to his chest the second she could, feeling his skin under her palms. Her hands started wandering as he went back to sucking on her skin
She started bucking her hips upwards, wanting to feel him against her. His hands went to her back, unhooking her bra, pulling it off of her
He looked into her eyes as he placed a gentle kiss between her breasts. He pulled away before his hands went to her pants
He unbuttoned and zipped them down before slowly pulling them down her legs, pulling her socks with them
His fingertips felt like feathers when he pulled down her panties, kissing her legs on the way
He went up, spreading her legs before placing light kisses on the inside of her thighs. She whined when he passed the spot she needed him
âSebastian, pleaseâ She bucked her hips, hoping to get closer to his mouth
He gave into her, pushing his tongue through her wet folds, grazing over her clit, earning him a moan
âFuck, please! Keep going!â She threaded her hand in his long curls, pulling him closer again
He chuckled, but obliged. Bending her knees, holding around her thighs, he drove his tongue back over her clit, flickering it
She tried squeezing her legs together, but he managed to hold the outwards before she squeezed around his head
âKeep them apart, sweetheartâ She whimpered at the nickname, trying so hard to spread her legs to give him access âGood girlâ
One of his hands went towards her entrance, teasing her before pushing two of his fingers inside
She whimpered as her back arched off of the bed and he eyes rolled into the back of her head behind closed eyes
He started pumping in and out of her with a slow pace before finding a good rhythm he could work with
He curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot inside her making her almost screw out in pleasure
âAt this volume, I think your parents might hearâ He smirked, sucking lightly on her inner thighs
Her body started shaking slightly âSebastian⊠Fuck. Feels so goodâ Her back started hurting from the position she was in
âGod, you sounds so good for me. Fucking pretty moansâ His tongue went back to her clit, putting pressure on the bundle of nerves
âSeb-fuck! Stop, stopâ He immediately pulled out of her, looking with worry up at her
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, his thumbs circling the skin on her hips
âFelt too good. Wouldnât⊠Wouldnât want to come without youâ He chuckled at her words, but happily got out of his pants and boxers
He got in between her legs, pulling them around his hips, lining himself up with her entrance
He pushed in just the tip before slowly pushing all the way in, letting her slowly adjust to his size
âMove, pleaseâ He did so, holding her hips as he slowly moved in and out of her
âFuck, you feel so good around meâ He breathed out, sounding almost like a moan, but not quite
âFilling me up so goodâ She whimpered, looking up into his eyes, her hands clasped around his forearms, holding herself steady
If she knew that those fucking pretty ocean blue eyes would be looking at her like this, she wouldâve visited her parents sooner
âFuck, Iâm gonna come, pleaseâ She moaned loud when he started hitting the spot that made her see stars over and over again
He could feel his own orgasm growing in the pit of his stomach âCome for me, Schatziâ
His accent sent her over the edge, her whole body trembling with such force that just looking at her sent him over the edge as well, filling her up with his cum
âFuck, youâre even prettier like thisâ He chuckled, seeing her fucked out state as he pulled out of her
He got them both cleaned up before he tugged them both under the sheets
They barely got a moment of silence before her phone rang. It was tugged into her jeans somewhere on the floor
âIâll get itâ He said, seeing her exhausted state âItâs your momâ He chuckled
âJust let it ring throughâ She said, turning over onto her stomach
i i love your brazilian reader so muchđđ we dont really have that kind of representationđ maybe could you write something with her and young daryl? maybe she could be an exchange student and got friends with daryl and is teaching him how to make brazilian food(and desserts too)? that would be adorable!! i love your writtings soo muchđ
Run Away With You | Daryl Dixon x Young!Brazilian!Fem!Reader
Summary: Meeting Daryl Dixon was one of the best things to ever happen to you. He was introverted and shy, but with you, he was free to be himself. While preparing one of your favourite desserts, you suggest something to Daryl.
Genre: Fluff.
Era: Pre apocalypse.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse.
Word count: 839.
A/n: I wrote this at midnight while almost falling asleep, but I hope you like this! And thank you, @v1rtualv4mp, so much for helping me with the translations! However, some phrases are from Google translate and the recipe for the dessert in this was found from Google, so please feel free to correct me regarding any mistakes!
And with this fic done and my inbox cleared out, I can now officially say that requests are reopened! Feel free to send them in!
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âShould I fill it all the way up or nah?â Daryl questioned you, holding the tray in his hands.
You shifted your attention from the stove to him. âNo, only three fourths of the way. That's what my mom taught me.â
Daryl nodded and followed your instructions, carefully pouring the custard into the dough-filled muffin cups. Afterwards he handed the muffin tray to you, carefully observing as you placed the tray in the preheated oven.
Daryl leaned back against the counter. âHow long do we need to bake it fer?â he questioned, motioning towards the oven.
You joined him against the counter, leaning your head against his shoulder. Daryl stiffened momentarily before relaxing, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer into his side. He pressed a soft, tender kiss against your temple, smiling softly when you let out a small giggle.
You rolled your eyes at him, sending a playful smile up at him. âSure, if you want to be a falante de inglĂȘs chato,â you joked, earning a faint, playful jab to your side, making you laugh. âHey! Do you even know what I said?â
âNope,â Daryl replied, shaking his head with a faint smile on his face. âBut I do know tha' it probably wasn't a compliment.â
âYou're right about that,â you laughed and nodded, nuzzling yourself snuggly against his side. However, you withdrew from his hold when he flinched in pain, sending him a concerned look. âWhat's wrong, amor?â
Daryl shook his head. âNothin'. Jus' my father who got a bit carried away last nigh'. Nothin' I can't handle.â
Your heart sank to the depths of your stomach at his revelation. You took his hand in yours and interlaced your fingers, squeezing his hand reassuringly. However, you knew that Daryl hated addressing his home life out loud, so you opted to try and cheer him up.
âYou know, we could run away together.â
Daryl raised his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile gracing his beautiful features. âYeah?â he asked, looking into your eyes. âAnd where would we even go?â
âBrazil,â you answered instantly, shrugging your shoulders. âI might be biased, but I do believe that it's one of the most beautiful countries in the world. I just know you'd love it.â
Daryl thought it over for a moment, before letting out an approving hum. âWell, let's say I agree to run away with ya to Brazil. What would we even do?â
âA gente poderia ir no Carnaval, e talvez visitar meus avĂłs,â you mumbled to yourself, soothingly rubbing your thumb over your boyfriend's knuckles. You giggled at the confused look he gave you. âIt doesn't matter what I said. We could do anything you want, gatinho. Just name it and I'd make it happen.â
âI've always wanted to go check out what Brazilians do during that festival ya keep ravin' 'bout,â he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. âSo we could start with tha'?â
You smiled and nodded. âAnything you want, amor. We'd have to wait for Carnaval to start in a couple of months, but we could make it happen.â
Daryl smiled. âHave I ever told ya tha' I love ya?â
âYou have,â you nodded, stepping into Daryl's arms and peering up at him. âAnd I do, too. Eu te amo tanto.â
You leaned in and kissed Daryl on the lips, savouring the taste of him. However, the moment was short-lived, because the power soon went out, causing you and Daryl to look at each other in confusion.
âWell,â Daryl started, looking towards the oven. âGuess tha's gon' take longer to get ready.â
You rolled your eyes at him. âSeriously? That's your concern?â
âWha' can I say?â Daryl mused, sending you a playful smile. âI was really lookin' forward to tha' custard tart. Would've packed some fer our journey to Brazil.â
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Translations:
falante de inglĂȘs chato: boring English speaker.
amor: love
A gente poderia ir no Carnaval, e talvez visitar meus avĂłs: We could participate in the Carnaval, and maybe go visit my grandparents.
Authorâs note: Hereâs me drabbling for a while. Sorry if I get any lore/pronouns wrong, Iâm trying my hardest but I am very tired đ
The cave was vast and looming, the cracked rock face seeming to climb endlessly into the inky blackness above. A single word could echo dozens of times around these walls, spreading like a whispered rumour into the ear of another. The air hung heavy with bitter cold and silence, spare the eerie rustling of shrubbery from the clearing and the occasional warning call of a nearby bird.
Leaders of Fallenclanâs past only ever tended to use part of the intimidating space as a sleeping den, preferring to make their nests in a smaller corner and keep warmth in for as long as they could. Goldenstar infamously allowed kits to play in the space he left unused, simply stating that whatever was his, was the clanâs. Even Maplestar picked merely a decent chasm to curl up into, never needing anything more. Every leader that had come before, in fact, hadnât dared to flaunt such a cathedral all for themselves.
But Ravenstar was nothing like the leaders that had come before. No, he was stronger. Smarter. Shrewder. Grander. The day that he had received his nine lives, Ravenstar had returned to camp to make a very deliberate show of slowly building his nest, twig by twig, in the very centre of the den. A statement, if you will, the marking of what was very clearly now his territory. His eyes had glowed in a strange sort of way that day. Forebodingly. If you looked close enough, you just might have seen the rush of power going straight to Ravenstarâs head. Leadership had that effect on some cats.
Littleleaf had been there. Every day, since they were born, Littleleaf had been by Ravenstarâs side. He had watched him through his apprenticeship, arguing with his mentor at even the most trivial of things. Older cats would often say that he was a strong-willed fellow, well suited for a powerful position one day. If only they had known who he would become.
Ravenstar had lost everything except Littleleaf. The two brothers were the only thing tying one another to reality, saving each other from fluttering away in the breezeâlike a leaf under a rock, safeâŠand yet stifled.
âRavenstar?â
Even the name bore a sense of importance, of tension. Littleleaf regretted the call as soon as he had uttered it, not helped by the constant repeat of his word as it travelled up the gossiping walls of the cave. He felt so small, so insignificant, in this place. Something about its legacy was an all-too-cruel reminder of the fleeting nature of existenceâLittleleaf almost felt as if he could drop dead right there, on the ground, and it would only be a flashing moment in time.
He took a few tentative steps forward, careful not too make too much noise on the cold stone floor. Most of the den was hidden in shadow, daring any cat who wasnât Ravenstar to even attempt to venture further.
âDo you have any time to talk? I have some newsâŠâ Littleleaf tried again, cringing at how easy it was to boom in these chambers.
âNews? This should be interesting.â A voice drawled from behind him, causing Littleleaf to flinch as he turned. Ravenstar had perched himself on a jutted-out rock somewhere high up the wall, his tail tucked neatly over his paws as he observed.
âOh, hello. You frightened me, brother.â Littleleaf chuckled nervously. Something about their relationship, usually so close and easy, had felt strained as of recently. It was no longer so easy to approach Ravenstar.
The Fallenclan leader smiled, eyes glinting maliciously. His black pelt blended in perfectly with the shadows of the rock face, almost like they had belonged here all along. This was Ravenstarâs home now, and there could be no dispute about that.
âSincerest apologies. Iâm waitingâŠ?â The leader mewed coolly. It was clear that he had no time for small talk, not even with his kin.
âRight. Of course. Well, we werenât sure when to tell you, butâŠhere we go.â Littleleaf took a deep breath. It was awkward, trying to give news to someone several feet above you. âMoorthistle is expecting kits. Youâre going to be an uncle.â
Boom.
A million thoughts seemed to rush through Ravenstarâs head all at once. The coolly composed tomcat, usually so calm and purposeful in his mannerisms, seemed to struggle to maintain his balance from his vantage point as he took in the news. His facade flickered, just enough for Littleleaf to notice, and for a second or two Ravenstar was just a confused young tom again.
âKits.â Ravenstar repeated, bright eyes darting to just about every corner of the den. âKits, belonging to you and to Moorthistle. In Fallenclan.â
Littleleaf nodded distractedly, craning his neck to get a better look at his brother. âYes, IâŠare you alright, Ravenstar? You look rather shocked.â
Ravenstar seemed to snap back to attention all of a sudden, jolted back to life by the attention of his brother, momentary crisis over as soon as it had began. He straightened his neck, focused his gaze and gave his chest a few calming licks, whispering something inaudible to himself.
âYes.â Ravenstar eventually replied, keeping his answers concise and dryâhe was back to normal, indeed. âIâm fine thank you, brother. I was taken by surprise, is all.â
Littleleaf nodded. âAlright, then.â
There seemed to be eons of silence between the brothers, both unsure of what to say next. When did it become so hard to conversate?
It was only when Littleleaf seemed to be on the verge of turning and leaving that Ravenstar spoke again, blurting words in a hurry as if in an attempt to make him stay.
âThis is very good news, Littleleaf.â He mewed loudly. âMore kin for you and I. More kits for Fallenclan. Iâm sureâŠIâm sure that they will grow up to be fine warriors. May Starclan bless you.â
Littleleaf knew the words were intended for comfort, but all he could find within himself to feel was hurt. Why was his brother, so high and mighty now on his pretentious throne of rock, speaking to him as if he were any other old aquaintance?
âWhy do you hold me so far from your heart, brother?â Littleleaf asked before he could stop himself. He wished that he had stayed silent, seeing Ravenstarâs false smile drop. The last thing he needed for himself and Moorthistle was tension with the leader of their clan.
Ravenstar narrowed his glowing eyes, looking bemused at best. âWhat exactly do you mean?â
Littleleaf shook his head, suddenly feeling very warm under the roasting heat of Ravenstarâs gaze. âI didnât mean anything. I was just thinking out loud, really, donât listen to meâŠâ
Ravenstar did not look convinced. As if deciding something to himself, the sleek black tom began to leap nimbly down to meet his brother on the cave floor. Was he going to berate him? Banish him? âŠHug him? Littleleaf wasnât sure he wanted to find out.
They stood face to face for the first time in what felt like moons. Equal, it appeared, if only for a moment in time. Littleleaf often forgot that he was larger than his brotherâbecause, in so many other ways, he was not.
âIâŠIâm sorry. I shouldnât have said anything.â Littleleaf apologised, trying to back out of the hole he had dug himself into. He had never believed Ravenstar guilty of the crimes some suggested he had committed, but he didnât intend on finding out if the accusations were truthful tonight.
âNo. Iâm the one who should apologise.â Ravenstar insisted suddenly, taking Littleleaf by surprise. âI⊠am sorry, brother. â
Littleleaf practically sputtered. This was the first time he had ever been apologised to by his brother, and most probably the last. He felt that the occasion should become an annual celebration.
âI know I have been distant, as of late. Partly because of my new duties, but alsoâŠâ Ravenstar let out a laboured sigh, full of tension and grief that Littleleaf didnât even know he possessed. âI care very much for you. More than you know. But itâs difficult for me. I see so much of themâŠin you.â
Littleleaf didnât need to ask who his brother was referring to. âI see them, too. Everywhere.â He half-whispered.
Ravenstar held up a tail to silence his brotherâan old leader tactic used to indicate that he was not yet finished saying his peace.
âI wanted to protect you. Show you how strong I could be on my own. I wanted to be the best I could be for you, Littleleaf. I am sorry if this meant sacrificing the time we used to spend together.â Ravenstar confessed. It was clearly difficult for the leader to talk about his feelings for such a prolonged period of time.
Littleleaf stroked his tail along his brotherâs back comfortingly, the way he had when they were kits. âThank you.â He murmured.
Ravenstar inclined his head. âI am happy for you, Littleleaf. You will make a great father. And perhapsâŠperhaps I will make a great uncle.â
Littleleaf wasnât sure what to say. Was there anything he could say?
Perhaps, in this fleeting moment in time, all Ravenstar needed was a shoulder to lean on.
(Beetle note: THIS IS SO GOOD!!!! i love the exploration of Raven and Little's relationship,,, its so awesome)
THE BAD BATCH SEAON 3 FINALE THOUGHTS & MAJOR FEELINGS đ
spoilers below the cut~
âą Crosshairâs. Shaking. Hand. While they were approaching Tantiss. My heart was in my throat. Then his attempting to Plan 99 I was about to screamâŒïž But thankfully Hunter & Wrecker vetoed that shit real quick thank u for ur service boys and for saving Crosshair đ«Ąđ
âą Omega: PRISON BREAK KIDS LETS GOOOOOOO
âą OUR GIRL RELEASED THE ZILLO AND THE ZILLO SAID YEET! The way it chomped that one guard lmao
âą Echo & Emerie = sick af brother sister team-up. They got shit doneâŒïžâŒïž
âą Echo calling Omega Havoc 5, I love them sm
âą The three of them releasing the clones đđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒ
âą I had a hunch Nala Se was going to die. That was kinda sad tbh but she took Rampart with her so sheâs such a g for that
âą CX-2 cutting off Crosshairâs hand made me shake and cry. I literally could not believe what I saw. And during that entire sequence I was still thinking he was Tech, too. đđđđđ
âą WRECKER BABY I THOUGH HE WASNâT GONNA MAKE IT BUT HE WENT FULL HULK MODE AND I LOVED IT
âą Hemlock is a sick bastard. That mf was going to recondition our boys or throw them away. FUCK I WANTED TO PUNCH HIM SO BADLY.
âąHunter spearing CX-2. My heart dropped and now itâs just empty because it wasnât Tech. Why did they waste so much time on him during the rest of the season then?? To string us along and make us think it was Tech????? JENNIFER IâM IN YOUR WALLS.
âą I absolutely love how none of the boys held back. They were in it for better or for worse.
âą HEMLOCK HANDCUFFING HIMSELF TO OMEGA WAS NOT ON MY BAD BATCH FINALE BINGO CARD
âą Crosshair being so afraid heâd accidentally shoot Omega đđđđđđđ
âą CROSSHAIR LINING UP THE SHOT ON HUNTERâS SHOULDER LIKE HE DID WITH TECH BACK IN TCW đđđđđđđđđđ HUNTERâS CONFIDENCE IN HIS BROTHER WHO WAS MISSING HIS FUCKING HAND MIND YOU OMG
âą CROSSHAIR MAKING THE SHOT
âą HUNTER SHOOTING HEMLOCK LIKE 10 TIMES HE DESERVED THAT. THANK YOU.
âą the score, Omega running to her brothers I was crying i replayed that scene 10 times đ
âą Omega looking at her brothers then to Crosshairâs hand and then running to hug him sent me into full on ugly cry. We got their hug guys đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđđđđđđđ plus a little group hug guys im so unwell over this shot
âą the entire ending was so bittersweet. Like DBB said, it was full of hope. The rest of the boys got to watch Omega grow up and that was what they so desperately deserved after all they had been through.
âą We got DILF Hunter too guys đ and Omega is a pilot, like Tech đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș their hug was just so sweet and then her keeping Lula and Techâs goggles on her ship đ„șđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
âą I definitely think there might possibly be another show announcement coming with how it ended, I mean pilot Omega for the rebellion???? LETS GOOOOOO PLEASE
âą Iâm equal parts happy with this ending and sad. I think it was such a waste of time and narrative to have so many scenes with focus on CX-2 and 1. Not reveal him. 2. Not have him be Tech. Like that would have been such an insanely good story line to have followed. But nope ofc not đ. My heart is empty because we didnât get Tech back but then again there is still a chance heâs alive, right? Right????? I will die on this hill of delulu. But all in all, it was a good ending to this masterpiece of a show. My heart is forever changed by the Bad Batch and I will love them for a long time to come.â€ïžđ€
Before I tell you about my request, I have to acknowledge that you are so FREAKING amazing at writing!!
Don't know if you've already done these before, but Jameson's POV of when he first met Avery, during the will reading, when he first snuck into Avery's room, and when Avery was leaving Will Blake's ranch in tfg. It's probably a lot, but I've been wanting to read about these for a while and I also know a good writer who is capable of doing that. Also, just know that I'm probably going to request you many more things to write about.
first of all I'm HONOURED. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TRUSTING ME. second of all, i really hope this satisfy you and is enough đđI'm no jlb, this is completely of what I think jameson would have thought from my understanding. if you think otherwise please do let me know. again, it's completely from my understanding of jamie's character. also sorry it took so long.
NOTE: all four parts are here. pretty long. some copy pasted dialogues!!!!!! hope you enjoy.
Jameson meeting Avery for the first time.
It was not easy for the Hawthornes, everyone grieved in their own way. But for some reason the grievance was put aside today by everyone, Jameson would like to say he has put it aside as well but the bottle in his hand and the obvious intoxication would say otherwise. It is not a good idea to get drunk during an important time like the reading of the will of the great Tobias Hawthorne, and it's definitely not a good idea to leave your family hanging while one sits at the edge of the balcony, only supported by the railing. But that's exactly what Jameson Hawthorne did.
His mind was all over the place looking for something, something that would give him the thrill more than sitting at the edge of the balcony, drunk. He might have been wrong, but there was a two out of ten chance that he may be right. He refused to look away from the brown haired girl who was standing in the backyard, completely mesmerised by the Hawthorne backyard. As she took in the view he took in her features and movements. He finally decided to interact in the only way he knew to find out what she is.
âIf yes is no and once is never , then how many sides does a triangle have?â His words slurred but it got her attention. She looked up to him, bending her neck backwards.
âYouâre going to fall.â She told him.
He smirked. âAn interesting proposition.â
âThat wasnât a proposition,â She said.
He offered her a lazy grin. âThereâs no shame in propositioning a Hawthorne.â Jamesonâs smirk grew a bit wider when she noticed that he was shirtless.
âYou must be Mystery Girl,â he said.
âIâm Avery,â She corrected.
She looked at him like anyone who knew what recently happened in the Hawthorne family would look at him, wondering why his face was anything but filled with grief. He wouldn't blame her for being a little judgemental. He is very good at grieving in his own way and an expert at hiding it.
âWhatever you say, M.G.,â he retorted. âCan I call you M.G., Mystery Girl?â He was trying to taunt her at this point.
She crossed her arms. âNo.â
He brought his feet up to the railing and stood. He wobbled, he could see her thinking about something with worry and panic when he put one foot in front.
âDon't!â But he didn't listen to her. He twisted and grabbed the railing with his hands, holding himself vertical, feet in the air and dropped. He landed right next to her.
âYou shouldnât be out here, M.G.â He told her.
âNeither should you.â He can tell that her heart is beating fast. It was so obvious. Janesonâs heart was racing too, he told himself that it was because of the stunt he just pulled.
âIf I do what I should no more often than I say what I shouldnâtââhis lips twistedââthen what does that make me?â
She sighed like she just realised who he is. She was taking in his features to make sure, especially his eyes, and his abs.
âWhat,â he repeated intently, âdoes that make me?â
âDrunk,â She said. Jameson was about to say something else, he was ready with a comeback but she added two more words. âAnd two.â
âWhat?â Jameson Hawthorne said.
âThe answer to your first riddle,â She told him. âIf yes is no and once is never , then the number of sides a triangle has⊠is⊠two .â She didn't explain her answer, she didn't have to.
Two out of ten, this time the odds were in his favour. And now that Jameson Hawthorne got the answer he wanted from this Mystery Girl, he has no plan to leave her alone. That moment he knew she was special. And his grandfather brought her here for a reason. He will find out why.
The Will Read
Jameson made his way to his wing and managed to find himself a shirt and suit jacket. He checked himself in the mirror once before heading to The Great Room. Once he was inside his eyes looked for a specific pair of brown eyes but he realised Avery hadn't arrived yet. He went further inside and stood with the rest of his family. Soon he watched Avery make her way inside and made eye contact with him. He immediately gave her a cheeky smile and a salute, he can also noticed Grayson stiffened at his action through the corner of his eyes.
Once the lawyers made sure everyone who is mentioned in the will was in the room they started. First, they handed an envelope to everyone in the family and to Avery as well. They were asked to open the letters after the will reading. Jameson is already curious about his letter and what the old man has to say to him and to Avery Grambs. His eyes were fixated on her envelope for a whole minute before focusing on the reading prudently.
âMr. Hawthorne stipulated that all of the following individuals must be physically present for the reading of this will: Skye Hawthorne, Zara Hawthorne-Calligaris, Nash Hawthorne, Grayson Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne, Alexander Hawthorne, and Ms. Avery Kylie Grambs of New Castle, Connecticut.â
Everyone's eyes including a pair of green ones were on her. Avery Kylie Grambs.
â...To my daughters, Zara Hawthorne-Calligaris and Skye Hawthorne, I leave the funds necessary to pay off all debts accrued as of the date and time of my death.â Mr. Ortega paused before speaking, he looked directly at Zara and Skye then back to the will.
âAdditionally, I leave to Skye my compass, may she always know true north, and to Zara, I leave my wedding ring, may she love as wholly and steadfastly as I loved her mother.â Another pause, more painful than the last.
âGo on.â That came from Zaraâs husband.
âTo each of my daughters,â Mr. Ortega read slowly, âbeyond that already stated, I leave a one-time inheritance of fifty thousand dollars.â
Jameson wanted to smile but he knew better, just like how he knew that his mother and aunt won't be the one holding the old man's entire fortune. It's not a surprise, none of them should be surprised that the person who would be taking the fortune would be the heir apparent, his brother, Grayson Devenport Hawthorne.
There was a mini quarrel between Zara and Skye on how Jameson and his brothers became the old man's favourite, how Skye gave them to him so that her sons would have the inheritance.
âNow, if I may continueâŠâ Mr. Ortega looked back down at the will in his hands. âTo my grandsons, Nash Westbrook Hawthorne, Grayson Davenport Hawthorne, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne, and Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne, I leaveâŠâ
âEverything,â Zara muttered bitterly.
Mr. Ortega spoke over her. âTwo hundred and fifty thousand dollars apiece, payable on their twenty-fifth birthdays, until such time to be managed by Alisa Ortega, trustee.â
Everyone heard Alisaâs audible shock. Unlike his brother Grayson who was utterly shocked and threw knives for the word âwhatâ Jameson Hawthorne thought that this is getting interesting.
The old man didn't leave everything to Grayson like everyone thought the old man would because of the way he was groomed. Or to Nash, or to Xander, or to me. There is only one person left in the will. There could be two things happening right here, and if his guess is rightâŠ
âThe remainder of my estate,â Mr. Ortega read, âincluding all properties, monetary assets, and worldly possessions not otherwise specified, I leave to Avery Kylie Grambs.â
And it was indeed right, if you're smart you would have seen this coming right after they read that Tobias Hawthorne didn't leave his fortune to his daughters or his grandsons. The only blood related heirs. But now? A new heiress. Not blood related as far as he knows. She is not a random girl. He knew his grandfather too well to know that he wouldn't randomly write his entire fortune to a stranger. This is something. He doesn't know what she is yet. But he will find out.
Everyone's demeanour changed, especially Skye and Gray's. Not surprised. Even Averyâs, she is in utter shock, he can only say that much.
â...I assure you, there is no mistake.â Mr. Ortega met my gaze, then turned his attention to the others. âAnd I assure the rest of you, Tobias Hawthorneâs last will and testament is utterly unbreakable. Since the majority of the remaining details concern only Avery, weâll cease with the dramatics. But let me make one thing very clear: Per the terms of the will, any heir who challenges Averyâs inheritance will forfeit their share of the estate entirely.â
âNo will is that ironclad,â Constantine said, his voice acidic.
âNot when thereâs this kind of money at stake.â âSpoken,â Nash Hawthorne interjected, âlike someone who didnât really know the old man.â
âTraps upon traps,â Jameson murmured. Trying to look into the old man's mind about this context. Trying to look into her mind. âAnd riddles upon riddles.â He looked right into Avery's eyes looking for something.
âI think you should leave,â Grayson told me curtly. An order. Typical Grayson.
âTechnicallyâŠâ Alisa Ortega sounded like sheâd just swallowed arsenic. âItâs her house.â
âI donât understand,â She said.
âMy daughter is correct.â Mr. Ortega kept his tone neutral. âYou own it all, Ms. Grambs. Not just the fortune, but all of Mr. Hawthorneâs properties, including Hawthorne House. Per the terms of your inheritance, which I will gladly go over with you, the current occupants have been granted tenancy unlessâand untilâthey give you cause for removal.â He let those words hang in the air. âUnder no circumstances,â he continued gravely, his words rife with warning, âcan those tenants attempt to remove you.â
Oren stood between us and her.
âOren!â Zara sounded shocked. âYou work for this family.â
âI worked for Mr. Hawthorne.â John Oren paused and held up a piece of paper. It took me a moment to realise that it was his letter.
âIt was his last request that I continue in the employment of Ms. Avery Kylie Grambs.â He glanced at her âSecurity. Youâll need it.â
âAnd not just to protect you from us!â Xander added to her left.
âTake a step back, please,â Oren ordered.
Xander held his hands up. âPeace,â he declared. âI make dire predictions in peace!â
âXanâs right.â Jameson smiled, he knew it and he knew that he is not wrong about this. A random girl picked out from a random place far from home to be The Hawthorne Heiress, this isn't something regular, this a game. One of the old man's games. âThe entire worldâs going to want a piece of you, Mystery Girl. This has story of the century written all over it.â He reminded her about the media and how the world is going to talk about her.
Avery didn't say anything, she walked outside. He wanted to follow her but instead he opened the envelope that was held by him.
Jameson going to Averyâs room through the secret passageway
Avery didn't stay at Hawthorne House that night, he assumed her bodyguard and lawyer took her to one of the hotel's that was owned by Tobias Hawthorne and now hers. He saw her later the next day solving the keys, yet another game that proved that she is special, she solved it faster than any Hawthorne to start with. That night Jameson read his letter again and again, it took him one read to realise it was a clue, he can't help but read it again to see what it says, where it leads. But he also knew this would be nothing without the major clue, a walking brown eyed clue.
If he was a normal person he would have knocked on her door. Jameson Hawthorne is anything but normal. He walked into her wing and moved a picture frame to solve a simple puzzle to release a handle that popped two inches away from the drawer nearby the picture frame, he pulled it and twisted it four times to make the drawer and the wall it was attached to open.
Secret passageway. It was everywhere in Hawthorne House.
He made his way inside and made his way to his grandfatherâs room, now owned by Avery. Once he was close to the fireplace he heard nothing, almost thought she wasn't there. But he gave it a shot anyway.
âPull the candlestick.â
He wasn't sure if she heard because it was dead silent. So he spoke again âPull the candlestick on the fireplace, Heiress. Unless you want me stuck back here?â His tone was frisky.
âPretty sure this qualifies as stalking.â His lips curved into a smile once she said that.
He can tell that she was just pulling it. âDonât just pull forward. Angle it down.â
She did as he asked. Once he heard the click and saw the gap below, Jameson lifted the fireplace up to the mantle to go through the opening. Once he was in the room he positioned the candlestick back to it's original form.
âSecret passage,â he explained to know if it intrigues her. âThe house is full of them.â
âAm I supposed to find that comforting?â She asked him. âOr terrifying?â
âYou tell me, Mystery Girl. Are you comforted or terrified?â He let me sit with that for a moment. âOr is it possible that youâre intrigued?
She didn't say anything but he knew the answer. She didn't ask him what he expected her to ask.
âYouâre not asking about the keys.â Jameson offered her a crooked little smile. âI expected you to ask about the keys.â
She held the keys up. âThis was your doing.â Not a question, he noted.
âItâs a little bit of a family tradition.â He said with a motive. He has done nothing but think about the will reading and raise questions to himself, whys and hows.
âIâm not family.â She tried to make a statement but wasn't sure herself.
He tilted his head to one side. âDo you believe that?â
âI donât know.â She thought before she spoke. Does she know something? That was Janesons first thought.
âIt would be a shame,â Jameson commented, âif we were related.â He spared another smile for me, slow and sharp-edged. âDonât you think?â Jameson is good at a lot of things, flirting is definitely one of them.
âI think that you already have more family than you can deal with.â She crossed my arms. âI also think youâre a lot less smooth than you think are. You want something.â
Points to Heiress. She's quick.
âEveryone is going to want something from you soon, Heiress.â Jameson smiled. âThe question is: How many of us want something youâre willing to give?â He spoke in a way that would make her want to give into him. But her resistance was stronger than he thought.
âStop calling me Heiress,â She shot back. âAnd if you turn answering my question into some kind of riddle, Iâm calling security.â
âThatâs the thing, Mystery Girl. I donât think Iâm turning anything into a riddle. I donât think I have to. You are a riddle, a puzzle, a gameâmy grandfatherâs last.â He spoke and looked at her very intently. He didn't care how it sounded to her, he was sure of what he believed to be true.
âWhy do you think this house has so many secret passages? Why are there so many keys that donât work in any of the locks? Every desk my grandfather ever bought has secret compartments. Thereâs an organ in the theater, and if you play a specific sequence of notes, it unlocks a hidden drawer. Every Saturday morning, from the time I was a kid until the night my grandfather died, he sat my brothers and me down and gave us a riddle, a puzzle, an impossible challengeâsomething to solve. And then he died. And thenâŠâ Jameson took a step toward her. âThere was you.â He tried explaining to her how Hawthorne House is, how his grandmother was. Why his grandfather chose her wasn't random.
âGrayson thinks youâre some master manipulator. My aunt is convinced you must have Hawthorne blood. But I think youâre the old manâs final riddleâone last puzzle to be solved.â He took another step, bringing the two of them much closer. âHe chose you for a reason, Avery. Youâre special, and I think he wanted usâwanted me âto figure out why.â
This point he was convinced that she was a puzzle to be solved or a clue that would lead him to something. Something his grandfather wanted him to find, to know. Because the old man knew damn well that Jameson Hawthorne could never resist a game.
âIâm not a puzzle.â Her heart was beating faster because of their closeness or because of what he's saying.
âSure you are,â Jameson said. âWe all are. Donât tell me that some part of you hasnât been trying to figure us out. Grayson. Me. Maybe even Xander.â
âIs this all just a game to you?â She put her hand out to stop him from advancing farther. He took one last step, forcing her palm to his chest. That touch shouldn't have excited him, even if it did, he didn't concentrate on it.
âEverythingâs a game, Avery Grambs. The only thing we get to decide in this life is if we play to win.â He reached up to brush the hair from her face, and she jerked back.
âGet out,â She said lowly. âUse the normal door this time.â
âYouâre angry,â Jameson said. Making her angry isn't helpful, if she's angry with him she may not help. Or see that this is a game, and she is a piece of it.
âI told youâif you want something, ask. Donât come in here talking about how Iâm special. Donât touch my face.â
âYou are special.â Jameson kept his hands to himself, but the heady expression in his eyes never shifted.
âAnd what I want is to figure out why. Why you, Avery?â He took a step back, giving her space. âDonât tell me you donât want to know, too.â
She does, she wants to know. She must.
âIâm going to leave this here.â Jameson held up an envelope. He laid it carefully on the mantel. âRead it, and then tell me this isnât a game to be won. Tell me this isnât a riddle.â Jameson reached for the candelabra, and as the fireplace passage opened once more, he offered a targeted, parting shot. âHe left you the fortune, Avery, and all he left us is you.â
Avery coming out of Vincent Blakeâs mansion (tfg)
Jameson wouldn't forgive himself if something happened inside, if someone happened to either of them. Avery and Grayson. Especially Avery because he let her go inside, knowing the kind of man Vincent Blake is. His heart could pop out any second, it was beating that fast. He tried to keep it cool with all the paparazzi outside. He kept looking at the gate, waiting for her. For her to come out alive and bring his brother, maybe Toby even. Whatever is happening inside, he prays that she is winning. Somehow she must.
His heart skipped a beat once he saw Avery come out with Grayson and Toby. He wanted to run and hug her, he didn't care that they'd cause a scene. but he stopped himself because he saw Toby talking to her, he slowly made his way to them and the car. To let her know he was there. He also let her have her moment with Toby.
He didn't know what happened inside, but from the look of it he can tell that Avery won. Whatever game they played, however she played, she won. And she was safe along with Grayson. That's all that mattered to him at that moment.
When she made her way to him, he didn't ask her what happened. âThe knight returns with the damsel in distress,â Jameson declared. He glanced toward Grayson. âYouâre the damsel.â
âI figured,â Grayson deadpanned.
âWhat are you doing here?â She asked Jameson. He can see the victory in her eyes, she was more open with him now that the first time they met. It was getting easier to tell what she was thinking.
âI thought you could use a ride home,â Jameson told her. She looked past him, expecting to see a helicopter.
âPretty sure you arenât allowed to land a helicopter there,â Grayson told his brother.
âYou know what they say about permission and forgiveness,â Jameson replied, then he focused back on her with a familiar lookâequal parts I dare you and Iâll never let you go. âWant to learn to fly?â
Avery smiled and took his hand. He still didn't ask her what happened, he just enjoyed her victory in the air. Just Avery and Jameson.
Longass rant incoming. Please skip if my ramblings are boring. I bore myself, i know.
I loved this update so much omg!!!!!!!!! đ
1. I laughed so much at Oswin and Zahn because they are literally children đ€Šââïž
Love the fact MC could literally just make fun of them without intervening in their nonsense.
2. Loved that the update was so long. Took me all day to get through. Love you for that! â€ïž
3. I love every interaction with Oswin and Zahn the romantic options were so cute and i ofcourse chose both shy and bold choices to see the difference and it's kinda fun to alternate between more sweet than seductive choices.
3. Oswin is a dick đ but i really enjoyed the pain of the confrontation between him and MC. Because my guy! We all know you're hiding something, but whatever, you're still hot, so i shall overlook it.
4. Zahn is a golden retriever. âšïž i love em so very much. They have such a sad past, and it broke my heart. If Oswin is the moon, Zahn is the sun. How are they that lovable instantly. I honestly can't. I was right when i told you they would probably steal my heart, and they did.
I already see this getting so much harder with each RO being introduced. Christ đ€Šââïž
5. Don't trust Nathan for shit nor do i trust that cat. But i trust the cat more... and that says alot because i don't even like cat's. They scare me.
6. Love that we have can have a hobby.
I just seriously loved so much about the update im probably forgetting half of what i wanted to say. I was just so happy to play it. And it was fun to read. And i laughed alot. And i wanted to punch Oswin. And Did i mention Zahn is adorable????
We if i didn't make it clear. They are adorable!!
Oh my gosh, you have me rolling! LMAO
Just wait until Duri enters the mix. Oswin is going to get an ulcer, lol.
I am glad it felt that way! After doing my first edit through I was thinking - I wrote so much, why does this feel short!? lol
Oswin is a hot mess, emphasis on hot for your MC lol
Zahn is exactly that - showering MC with affection, running into things, eating garbage - Big Golden Energy -
Most cats can be trusted, probably...maybe...merchants though? Perhaps up for debate.
Everyone needs a hobby is what I thought before writing that, and then writing it, I was like - what have I done? lol Actually, the segment when you get to work on your hobby a little was very nearly twice as big. I was falling asleep after I started it and the answer literally popped into my head as my brain was shutting off. I am so happy I remembered it the next day. It cut down the passages by like a third.
I am so happy you enjoyed this and I can't wait for you to see more adorableness. You may actually get to pop Oswin one of these days too. Affectionately, of course. ^_^
The way I was grinning ear to ear reading this chapter (EXCEPT FOR THE SOBBING PART HOW DARE YOU)
This chapter was very Violet (black cat gf) x Xaden(doberman bf) coded, sleepy cat gf being guarded by her scary dog boyfriend
X will shirk their duties for as long as he needs to, who cares if they have a country to run, his wife needs good food and sleep!!!!
 "Xaden loomed over her shoulder"
I can tell I'm already going to love reading this bit OVER and OVER again
âYou go or I go.âÂ
âYou fight dirty,â he murmured.Â
I already know this is going to be a repeat offense between V and X -- consequences of your actions indeed Xaden
Liam held her even tighter. âItâs my honor,â he said softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. âTo be your friend. To be your guard. To know you. I would do it all over again, Vi.âÂ
absolutely sobbed when Liam started to cry bc Vi was crying đ (be ready to hear from my therapist). In this house, men cry and its healthy!!!!
Platonic squad naps/cuddling đ đ đ someone give Ridoc and Rhi an award bc I love them so much (sawyer too but he was w/ jesnia sooo)
THE HUG!! THE HUG!!!! and Xaden's hand always going to her hair
I swear Alli, if Xaden gets tortured... idk what I'd do. I'd probably eat it up bc Violet would literally rip ppl in half to get to her husband
Xaden feels so much more open with his emotions (smiling and laughing đ) around violet and im here for it
âItâs an unlocking rune
I'm so glad he tells her these things instead of leaving her in the dark like in canon (looking at you RY)
The potential and TENSION between Felix and Devera đđđ
questions:
Why hasn't Mira slept đ also when/will we see Mira vs Brennan?
OMG WAIT - if the trade deal is off with Navarre... does that mean they have to make a deal with Teacurus??? Or does Mama Sorrengail come in clutch
Xaden literally does not CARE. Violet needs a nap so Violet gets a nap. End of story.
Their height difference makes his looming so much funnier because I imagine she maybe reaches his shoulder so he doesnât even have to try to move or do anything out of the ordinary to glare at people over the top of her head. And Violet will absolutely be using his overprotectiveness to her advantage. Xaden needs to do something but wonât? Oh well sheâs queen, she can just go! (Or not.)
The platonic nap!! Iâve had that scene in my head for so long đ
It took 200k words but they HUGGED. Everyone clap. Also yeah Xaden takes every excuse he can get to touch Violetâs hair and she will have to call him out on that eventually.
Idk I canât remember if Felix and Devera even so much as looked at each other in canon but I donât care thereâs potential. They would be so badass together.
Miraâs stressed as fuck and having a lot of emotions about life so sleep is evading her. Mira/Brennan showdown hopefully next chapter?? I promise you sheâs not calm, she is vibrating with rage but holding it in for Violetâs sake.
Hello hello! I read your tidbits for plant ww au and if you don't mind me asking, how come ww is no longer able to verbally communicate? Did dying and reviving take away some of his physical capabilities? Or is that simply a consequence of becoming half plant? đ€ ww being alive is all that matters but I'm so curious!
hello!! at the time, i think i made it that way because of him becoming half plant-ish? admittedly, i didnât give the logistics too much thought but he doesnât make a lot of sounds and doesnât speak, like dependent plants. it Probably means that something physically has been affected, but i havenât researched enough into what i want that to be :â] i also think since he woke up again, he hasnât felt the particular urge to communicate verbally/found viable enough solutions to make do. he isnât able to communicate with plants either in the shared consciousness way.
if i go deeper into this au, i might change more things around⊠iâve already started adjusting what capabilities he should have as being a revived guy from a little less than half of vashâs power + love. ashamed to say i havenât given too much thought into plants hcs and full capabilities either!! i always forget what theyâre capable of in canon ;;
anyway, i hope that answers it!! and hereâs some doodles i drew while thinking of how to answer this question!
a small comic - he has plenty of little feathers so i went and made use of them
     Deep within you, you feel an uncomfortable roiling. You canât be certain if the sensation is physical or spiritual, but it immediately induces nausea and fills your ears with the sound of blood rushing through your head.
The Pallid Knight- Show. Them. What. You. Are.
     You close your eyes and turn your mind inward, blocking out the sounds of the harbor and the menacing pack of guards. Soon, all you can hear is the rushing of blood in your head and a muffled chime ringing somewhere far away.
     You open your eyes. The harbormaster is gesturing wildly, presumably to get your attention, and yelling in your face, but you hear no words, only the ringing of the chime as your heart rate slows.
     And slows.
     And slows.
PILLARS OF ETERNITY 2: DEADFIRE (2018) dev. Obsidian Entertainment