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luveline · 7 months

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i’ve been re-reading some of the kbd au and was wondering if u would be up to writing a little kbd blurb wherein steve’s being all flirty and silly with reader? idk what it is but flirty kbd!steve specifically rips my heart open he’s so cute when he’s trying to charm r make r laugh <3 thank u as always mwah

thank you my love!! ♡ kbd au

Bethie brings a drink with her as she enters the living room. Steve a few steps behind her, your husband leans in the doorway and winces with every drop she spills on the floor.

The cup is half full when it reaches you, but it is for you. "Here, mom."

"Thank you," you say, tone enthused with bubbly affection. Bethie looks like you rather than Steve, and her smile is a mirror.

"Daddy says, uhm…" She looks over her shoulder at Steve. He nods encouragingly. She turns back. "Dad says to tell you that it's from a man at the bar. Because you look beautiful."

You sniff at the drink, take an experimental sip. It's Steve's version of a virgin margarita, lemonade, orange juice and a spritz of fresh lime juice. "Ooh, so yummy. You want to try?"

Bethie wrinkles her nose. "Will I like it?"

Probably not. "I'm not sure, but it's got bubbles?"

Bethie shakes her head. You don't take it personally, scooping your second eldest up to sit on your thigh. She's not heavy. It's actually really nice when she leans back and uses your tummy as a chair, to be loved like this.

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. "Come here often?" he asks with a wink.

"Only every day, handsome."

"Handsome? You're two timing the poor dolt stupid enough to buy you a drink, you know."

"Poor dolt should've used his eyes." You gesture to either side of you, where Avery, the eldest, sits to your left and Dove, the youngest, lounges at your right. "I'm clearly taken."

"Can't blame a guy for trying. I mean," —Steve whistles, looking you up and down, but he can't commit to his skit, and he cracks a smile— "hot damn, look at you."

"Come here," you say.

Steve's smile turns smug. He dodges the small margarita puddles on the way and leans down to kiss you, his hands on your face, a spritely peck that turns to kisses all over your left cheek. "Was the drink okay?" he asks, rubbing at your cheek with his thumb when he's done.

You meet his eyes. Sugary brown, little flecks of honey crushed as his pupil grows bigger the longer he looks at you. "It's nice. I like your margaritas more than the store bought. Thank you, honey."

"Oh," he hums, kissing you again. "You're welcome."

"Daddy," Dove says simply.

Steve knows what she wants, he can read their wants and needs from less, scooping her up to perch on the end of the couch. She can still fit into the curve of one arm if she tries.

"Let me guess, you wanted a margarita," Steve teases, sliding a hand under her shirt to tickle her tummy.

She laughs but ultimately protests, waiting for Steve to kiss her. He noses at her forehead, kissing her temple softly. "Better?" he asks.

She settles in his arms and turns back to the TV, content.

"See? You're not the only one in high demand."

You sit back and beg him with your eyes to do the same. Steve does so immediately, shoulder to shoulder with you, pressing the tip of his nose to your cheek. Bethie wriggles in your arms and Avery asks about dinner, but for a few silly seconds, it's just you and Steve.

"Love you. You look really, really pretty today. I had to tell you," Steve says.

You reach out to squeeze Avery's hand to show you've heard her question. "I love you too, Stevie. Thank you." You make me feel really, really pretty.

Especially when he says it like that. Three kids and he acts as though you're pretty enough for an urgent telling. Steve would tell you you're even prettier than the day he met you, and he's consistent enough that you genuinely believe it. He's your number one fan, and you're his.

"Takeout?" you ask.

Steve's eyes glow with love. "Did I mention that you're beautiful?"

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sp1rit-realm · 1 year

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༻¨*:· 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ james falls out of love; you go on a vacation.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 angst 𖦹ANGST 𖦹 hurt/no comfort 𖦹 guys this is pretty sad 𖦹 read at your own caution 𖦹 ANGST 𖦹 i did not proofread this⎝(ˊ0ˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 696

You sat on the balcony of a hotel room, looking across the vast ocean. You wished it would swallow you—then the animals that lurked there would have something to eat, and you would have a purpose. It was hard to feel like you had any purpose these days. You thought maybe going on vacation would clear your mind. That's what all the movies say. They tell you that a vacation will solve all your problems, you'll run into a handsome man and fall in love, and he will love you back. Now you weren't sure of any of that. You weren't sure love was guaranteed.

You had love once, and he left.

"James?" You asked. He hadn't answered your question—too busy staring at something else—someone else.

"Sorry," It took a second for his eyes to meet yours, "What was the question?"

You sighed.

"It's— never mind." You gave up as your eyes followed his. They landed on a beautiful girl with red hair and emerald eyes.

You closed your eyes, and a breeze swirled your hair around. You saw his eyes. Why is it you always saw his eyes? Wherever you looked, you saw his eyes.

"Who is that?" You asked, still following James's eye line.

"Her name is Lily," He said dreamily.

You could feel him falling, slipping through your fingers. You didn't want to believe it.

Gathering your jumbled thoughts and memories, you stood up—maybe the ocean would help clear your mind.

You slipped on your sandals; the black straps hugging your feet transported you to a happier time.

"It's almost sandal season, babe," James said as he sat in the pedicure chair, "Gotta keep the toes looking fresh and flamboyant."

All you could do was giggle. It was the first time he called you "babe."

"Sandal season," You murmured.

"Fucking sandal season," You said louder.

It was common for your sadness to turn into anger and vice-versa. How could James leave you?

You walked to the beach, and your sadness felt silly. It had been a year and a half, and you still hadn't moved on. You should've moved on by now, right? He moved on before he left, and here you were, standing on sand, shoulders hunched, with unshed tears in your eyes.

You walked towards the water, focused on a shell. As you went to pick it up, a child screamed. "That's my shell!" He yelled.

Then, you heard it. You heard him.

"Harry, I don't think that shell's yours."

You turned your neck so hard it hurt.

James was looking down at Harry, ruffling up his hair. "You'll have to excuse my son. He's very," Then he looked at you. His mouth went dry, "He really likes the shells."

"He can take this one," You mumbled, "It's not mine, either." You walked over and handed the small boy the shell. He smiled, and your heart ached. His smile was just like James's.

"What do we say, Harry?" James asked, looking back down at his son.

"Thank you!" Harry excitedly spoke, staring at the conch in awe.

James wouldn't stop staring at her. Everywhere you went, she seemed to be there. And every time, James would stare. His pupils would go wide, and your heart would stop beating at the sight of it.

Your boyfriend was in love with someone else.

"Thank you," James parroted his son.

"No problem. Again, it's not mine."

"Why?" You asked while tears spilled from your eyes.

"I just..." James paused, "I don't love you anymore. I'm so sorry."

"Why am I not good enough, James?"

"It's not that you're not good enough," He tried to console you; it didn't work.

"I'll be better, James. I'll do better. We can fix this, right?"

He shook his head.

"I can fix this. I'll be better," You repeated, "I'll love you better, James."

"I can't give you the love you're giving me, Y/n. I'm sorry." He stared at his shoes.

You stayed silent, and the atmosphere was damp with tears—heavy with the pieces of a broken heart.

"What did I do wrong?"

You had so many questions, and James didn't have any answers.

He was no longer yours.

mutuals ༄₊࿒*

@forourmoons @sw34terw34ther @masivechaos @innerloverpainter @nyxxxxxxxx @evergreenlover

#james potter angst #james potter x reader

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theoneprecioustome · 4 months

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P3R Opening Aikoto Thoughts

I finished working so I can finally sink my teeth into this Aigis sequence!

This post will contain spoilers about Persona 3, The Answer and Arena, so it'd probably be a good idea to skip it if you haven't played them yet!

So, first things first:

Aigis' sequence begins with her falling to her knees, looking pretty roughened up. The Moonlight Bridge being the background tells us all we need to know about the setting: this takes place during her battle with Death/Ryoji. As if to make it even more obvious, her sequence directly follows Ryoji's (which, let it be known, is hands-down the best shot in the opening).

Now, the question is... which fight are we witnessing, exactly? As we know, Aigis fights him twice. She fights him as Death 10 years ago, and then as Ryoji during the course of the game.

I think the opening sequence is meant to be the first fight: the one against Death, because we see Aigis falling asleep at the end of it. But I'll get back to that later. For now, assuming that it's that first fight helps contextualize the shots that follow:

Aigis is surrounded by the 13 arcana while the Fool lies right in front of her. The 13 arcana are, of course, the 12 shadows that Death was split into and Death itself.

And this is when the Aikoto comes in, because I believe this sequence is meant to serve two purposes at once: Symbolism and foreshadowing.

On one hand, they symbolize Aigis' meeting with Makoto in the Moonlight Bridge 13 years ago. The Fool represents him, both as the child that she had to seal Death into and as the boy that she swore to protect.

On the other hand, I feel that the fact that they chose to set the scene this way also serves as a nod to The Answer. After all, if this were simply meant to symbolize Aigis sealing Death into Makoto, then Death should've been right in the middle alongside him. Instead it's just The Fool, because the Moonlight Bridge is the place where both — Makoto's and Aigis' journeys began.

And Aigis journey began with Makoto and ended with her becoming the Fool and carrying his legacy.

Coincidentally, these seem to be the lyrics during the portion Aigis is on screen (credit to the Wiki):

No matter how far (No matter how far) How you go (How you go, how you go) How long you may last (F* tears, no time to waste) It's your life, burn your dread

This is not the first time Atlus references The Answer in an Opening. Burn my Dread foreshadows The Answer, and even Our Moment features a reference to it.

As such, it doesn't mean that we will see a The Answer re-release. All it means is that Atlus acknowledges its existence and, above all, the journey that Aigis goes through during it.

Now, back to Makoto! If you look closely at Aigis' expression, you will see that she looks sad, guilty even, as she looks down at the card representing him.

We also see this shot lingering and Aigis' pupil contracting right before she closes her eyes, which to me represents the fact that Makoto — and what she had to do to him — were likely the last thing she thought about before she fell into her deep slumber.

Coincidentally, the only ones that are within Aigis' eye — and thus, her focus — are herself and the Fool.

This, in turn, ties in not only with P3, where Aigis wakes up from her slumber when Makoto arrives to Yakushima:

It also ties in with The Answer:

And even with Arena. After all, thanks to Arena, we have an idea of what it is that Aigis thought about as she fell into her deep slumber. Or rather, what she wished for:

Aigis' sequence in the opening (the longest one after Makoto, if I'm not mistaken), ends with her falling asleep, her Papillon Heart shining brightly in the dark.

And of course, once she finally opens her eyes 10 years later, we get...

#aikoto #aigis #makoto yuki #meta #games #p3r #I may be wrong of course but the upside is that there's only 1 month left before I find out lmao

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aechii · 1 year

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heyyy can i request some angst where neymar cheats on reader with some model and he gets manipulative because he wants reader to stay with him but eventually she asks kylian for help because she loves neymar but wants to leave him and she has no idea how? like kylian is reader’s best friend so he gets very protective please?

₍⁠₍ HARD 2 LET GO ₎⁠₎

PAiRiNG ?! toxic!neymar x black!femreader , bestfriend!kylian x black!femreader (?)

GENRE ?! angst

C/W ?! cheating, controlling behaviour from none other than neymar, unrequited love because i love this trope hehe, kylian = second lead, when the second lead is better than the first lead, reader deserves better, toxic (by britney spears) relationship, neymar is aged down to 26, kiss kiss, did i mention CHEATING?!?!?

A/N ?! before i say ANYTHING, i wanna thank @jaehyunsblkgf for being the faceclaim of this fic !! gorgeous, just absolutely gorgeous 🖤

i have two more cheating requests to write, and i'm genuinely wondering why tumblr loves cheating fics alot lol 🥴 imma still write them anyways, but won't post them consecutively fyi. ENJOY THE FIC <33 (yes, i changed the course of this fic a lil because yes, i intend on making this TOXIC ⚠️)

~°~

the first time it happens, neymar is rapid to quench any uncertainties that his girlfriend inevitably begins to think. dismisses the pictures, that clearly show a figure too akin to him to be someone else, with a washed out reiteration of love and endearments, and [y/n] gifts him another chance. thinks she's reassured because, truth be told, they had been together since they were 19 and have supposedly established a level of trust so high that she found it hard to believe that he would cheat on her.

second time it happens, now, the humiliation is tautly encompassing, and [y/n] knows she should've seen it coming. when the same thing had occurred beforehand, she had embarassingly defended her boyfriend on every social platform available, ignoring every inch of criticism that flew her way after that. refused to see something that was so clear, right in front of her, and isn't karma a bitch? she hadn't done an inch wrong to neymar, yet had received the brunt of the insults. wonders why she had tolerated such self-disrepect from herself because of a man that feigned adoration for the past 7 years. because, if he truly loves her like he said he has, not a fingertip would be in the pool of infidelity.

but neymar is drenched in it.

completely soaked in lies and disloyalty and [y/n] finds it- him- unbearably pungent. the sight of him before her taints her eyes with something close to vehement rage. doesn't understand why neymar proceeds to defend himself and the striking model he was accompanied by during the night out, as if it would reform her diminishing love into its former.

"do you really care for that model than you do for me?" [y/n] asks, arms blithely crossed upon her chest. neymar's reaction is instant and almost grounding.

"no! no, i don't! why would you think that?" there's an undercurrent of something, that [y/n] notices but cannot pinpoint what. sees it in the tremor of his hands and his dilated pupils.

"you waste your breath defending her, but for me? it's 'better to ignore the hate than to feed into what they want'." recounts what neymar had said all those months ago, and the sensation of abhorrence is habitual.

the man rolls his eyes, throwing his hands in the air, "i thought we agreed to let that go, [y/n]. stop bringing the past into the present."

she feels a visceral scoff hurl out of her throat, "not when you're doing the same shit again-"

"and i'm telling you i'm not cheating!"

[y/n] knows that neymar will do anything to prove his rightfulness. an attribute that, some days, is heart warming to see because it shows that he truly cares. but now, when his hands strike the table so hard that some of the bottles topple unto their sides, a feeling riddles her body and it's nauseating.

neymar isn't violent, she's thoroughly aware of that, and it hurts [y/n] that she has to be distrusting of that. but he's an enigma, a russian doll if you will, disclosing many layers that take many years to unravel.

"neymar-"

"just listen to me, [y/n]," he takes a deep breath, "they're jealous, okay? they'd do anything to break us up and you know this!"

"so you're saying that people online faked the pictures... twice?" it's nonsensical when she says it aloud, and evokes a laugh from her.

"come on, don't be stupid, neymar!"

"oh so me trying to prove i love you is stupid?!" he seeths. [y/n] shakes her head at his words, "no, it's the fact that you're trying to disprove something that's evidently true, that's stupid."

neymar just stares at her, palms gripping the chair so tightly that their colour begin to fade to white. [y/n] is undeterred and does the same back, eyes begging for him to finally tell the truth, no matter how irreversible it is. yet, neymar, dignity so saturated it was practically impossible to quell, brings them back to square one.

"are you really going to let go of a relationship you've been in for 7 years because of shit you heard on twitter?" his question punctures her mind, and a turning point is almost that light (?) at the end of the tunnel. can't lie and say that he didn't get her thinking because he does. the longevity of their relationship alone is enough to establish a firm base of trust, and rightfully so.

"listen ney," [y/n] sighs, rubbing her forehead in frustration, "i really want to trust you-"

"and you should! do you really think i'd throw all of this away? 7 years going down the drain?"

his words make her scowl, really doesn't understand why he continues to his case that's so obviously swallowed in shame and accountability. ignorance is bliss, but absolutely smells like bullshit, and [y/n] is over his never ending lies that don't add up.

"the evidence is fucking there for you to see, neymar. i swear we're going in circles," begins to stand up from where she had been seated in front of her boyfriend, "this isn't the first time this has happened."

neymar's dumbfounded, "you didn't believe me when i said i didn't cheat last time?"

confusion is apparent, and [y/n] can't help but roll her eyes.

"the fact that there is a 'last time' speaks for itself."

she walks into the kitchen, grabbing her keys from her kitchen counter. she doesn't have them for long as neymar snatches them out of her hands, looks at her with something equating to a horrible mix of shame, frustration and rage.

"where do you think you're going?"

she doesn't waste a second to answer, "kylian's."

she watches as his face morphs into a livid frown, lines scouring his skin deeply. he has always hated how close the two were, but there was nothing to prove that they had anything that pertained to non-platonic feelings.

"why there?"

an eyebrow raised, [y/n] begins to state the obvious, "because i'd rather be with my best friend than stay another night here-"

"you're not going."

"fucking watch me then."

proceeds to turn around to walk to the front door, but a firm grip circling her bicep stops her.

"i said, you're not going."

[y/n] tries not the the sliver of fear paint her face, putting up an undazed façade as she yanks her arm out of his hand. turns on her heel and ambles towards the exit.

neymar's voice comes from behind her, surging ice cold dread through every limb. knows that once she leaves, it's an unspoken but finalised end to whatever they have.

"if you go, you'll have no way back inside."

wishes that she hadn't felt the last minute apprehension that commences its path down her spine, but slams the door after herself anyways.

+_-

"i told you to leave him, [y/n]."

kylian's voice is soft, as if to not lacerate the fraying sanity of the girl whose head finds rest upon his shoulder. feelings that shouldn't exist, do anyways, and knows better than to let his heart rule over his head. [y/n] is- was- neymar's, a well known fact, yet knows it will be a trial of tribulations for someone to get over a 7-year relationship, if they ever will.

"so did marquinhos, and sergio... and-"

"i know, ky, i know," voice quivers and has to pause to continue, "it's way harder than you think."

attempts to not let her words get to him, glad that he's not in her line of vision, and rather, his shoulder is, "i'm aware. but i would rather you cry for days outside of this relationship than continue to be hurt in it."

she finds truth in his words, truly does, and wishes that her heart was fully ready to move on, but realises that it was stagnant at 50/50 and finds it harder to even think that they're relationship is over.

"i know i have to leave him, ky, i do. but i just can't."

kylian is quick to shake his head, "yes, yes you can. you and i know you both deserve better."

"ky, i've been with him for 7 years. 7 tedious years-"

"and even so, you're still only his girlfriend!"

it's painfully silent, and kylian mentally slaps himself in the face at his own words, condemning his mind from disassociating itself from his mouth and leaving it to its own devices. curses under his breath as the warmth draws away from him as the girl lifts her head, staring bullets into his head. he can't find it in himself to look at her, head hanging low.

"kylian, what do you mean by that?"

takes a few seconds to gather his thoughts and feelings from the spillage, and replies, "it's true, [y/n]. i'm not rushing you into getting married or whatever, but if i was dating someone for 7 good years, i'd be damned if we haven't already gotten married."

[y/n] thinks he's finished, opening her mouth the respond to the newfound opinion of her best friend, but is left completely shell shocked at the words that follow.

"especially if it this person was you."

finally makes eye contact with her, and [y/n] vividly sees the genuineness of everything he had said. vividly sees how he looks at her and the realisation that neymar had never looked at her in such a way is gratifying.

kylian wishes he could tell her just how much he loves her. a magnitude way bigger than the distance from the moon and back tenfold, he treasured their mere friendship as something lifelong and holy.

"kylian-"

"i love you, [y/n]. so much. you don't understand"

the girl is completely winded, mind frozen to conjure a reply to his confession. kylian was deathly good at hiding his feelings, and hadn't even shown an inch of romantic intentions towards her. and now, she really wonders just how long it's been, and how much she's let slip through her fingers.

"how long, ky?"

he exhales, leaning back against the couch, "it's been a while-"

"how long?"

thinks for a few beats, and even surprises himself when he does the maths and adds the years up, "8, maybe 9 years."

"that long, kylian?" she doesn't bother to disguise the incredulity in her tone.

"yeah, and i'm sorry for not telling you, but you were so head over heels for neymar and who was i to stop my best friend from being happy."

[y/n] hates how defeated he sounds. can't fathom how much willpower it took for him to push down feelings he's held for her for so long. feels guilty, and her face shows it.

"don't look like that, [y/n]," kylian's voice is stiff, and he stares straight into her eyes. finds himself subconsciously gathering her hands in his, heart revelling in the fact that she accepts the gesture.

"it's not your fault that i love someone who isn't meant for me." bursts out a self deprecating chuckle and looks away, but feels his head being drawn back in as [y/n] turns his face to hers again. the contact is gratifying, and kylian can feel every string yank at the muscles of his heart. can't help but faintly smile at the sight of her.

"stop speaking, kylian."

"or what?"

a few instants of silence pass and he waits to hear her voice again. her faces contorts and relaxes, seemingly having an internal battle within herself, and kylian nudges her hand with his head to jolt her back to reality.

"what will you d-"

"i'll kiss you."

kylian mbappé is a brave man, has lived through events that one would classify as daunting, but as he utters the next few words, he doesn't deny the anxiety and fear that meander through him.

"do it then... i dare you."

so she does. doesn't expect to feel delicate lips upon his, slipping the taste of cherry into his mouth. his reaction is almost instantaneous, and doesn't waste another second before moving his mouth, savouring the grooves and dips and sweetness of the girl in front of him. wraps an arm around her gently to bring her closer, but the kiss stops not long after to save air.

[y/n] rests her forehead against his, panting lightly as their eyes swallow in the picture before them. accepts that kylian emits a smile from her, him returning it, in a way she never would've thought, and concludes that she would probably be alright with that.

#work de aechii 🫧#neymar x reader #neymar x you #neymar jr #neymar #neymar angst #neymar imagines #neymar romance #neymar drabbles #neymar blurbs #football imagines #footballer x you #footballer x reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #psg #paris saint germain

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kotlc-deleted-scenes · 7 months

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Keeper Summer Week #11

Deleted Scene from Nightfall

I removed this scene because it felt like it destroyed the tension/danger that had been building in the story. It also didn't seem believable that Sophie would waste time in that moment, when she needed to get her parents to safety and get them medical attention.

—Shannon

“I need to check something,” Sophie told Fitz, reaching for her temples and closing her eyes.

"Need a boost?" he offered.

"It's probably better to save your energy."

She stretched her consciousness toward the gorgodon, trying to listen—feel—connect. Further and further she reached, until…

There.

There were no sounds. No images. But there was a swirling pool of life, filled with shadows of what used to be. Anger and terror and confusion swirled, but they were smothered by something bigger—deeper—darker than everything else. A constant, pulsing ache that never stopped, never eased, never let go.

"Whatever you're doing," Fitz said, his voice a lifetime away, "it's looking at you. Like, really looking at you."

Sophie opened her eyes.

All she could see was yellow—her world narrowed to the gorgodon's relentless gaze. And as she stared into those slitted pupils, the ache pulsed harder, reaching out like clawed hands as those shad- owed memories curled into shapes—nightmares—

"She saw the other gorgodons get slaughtered," Sophie whispered, feeling tears stream down her cheeks. "And she's been down here ever since, all alone no light, no food, only the command to guard my parents…"

Sophie clutched her chest, the ache too raw for words.

I'm sorry, she transmitted, even though the heartbroken creature wouldn't understand the words.

She shared her own sorrow, her own grief, let the gorgodon feel that hole that still lived deep inside her after so long worrying about her parents—the same people the creature was trying to protect.

The gorgodon landed right in front of her, its eyes never leaving hers, and a different thread of emotion wrapped around her heart.

There was no word for the feeling—no comparison that quite fit it.

But it felt like a truce.

"So, I know you're having a moment here, Foster," Keefe said, his hand squeezing her shoulder. "But Dex got the door open, and we've got your parents. We need to go."

The words were so huge and hopeful, they should've knocked Sophie over. But her mind was split—part of her still connected to the creature, lost in those shadowy depths.

If you let us go, we'll come back, she transmitted. We'll take care of you.

She poured out any images she could think of to help explain the words—memories of Silveny and Greyfell, and Verdi, and Iggy, and the hundreds of other creatures in the Havenfield pastures.

And she sent that strange emotion back, the one that felt like a truce.

And the gorgodon sent it back again.

"Okay," Sophie said, struggling to her feet even as she held that yellow-eyed gaze. "We're going now. But we'll be back."

"Uh, we will?" Fitz asked.

Keefe snickered. "Looks like Foster just adopted a new pet."

#nightfall #kotlc deleted scene #kotlc deleted scenes

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roleplay-abiogenesis2 · 1 year

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She recognises that faraway look in his eyes. The beloved General Mahamatra is brooding once more and that simply won't do. At least, not whilst he is here to rest. It is now time for drastic measures. Candace settles quietly by Cyno's side slowly and, without preamble, rests against his side, setting her cheek on his shoulder to gaze up at him. Should he stir and look upon her in surprise, he will be greeted with a soft smile and a gentle kiss to his jawline. [uwu surprise soff]

They said there could be no thing or soul in Aaru Village that could exist while escaping the ever-watching eye of its Guardian. Was it really any surprise then that with each visit and stay in this place, Cyno's heart became easier to read for her?

It was ironic. For being his worst fear, he'd made it a self-fulfilling prophecy with each day he stepped through the gates and came to sit at this little place of hers. A place he considered a bit as his own by now.

And with growing awareness of how more visible his motives had become, his worry also grew, that the dreaded day would come, when she'd come to find him and put him in his place, drawing the line between them as an unbreakable Law he would have no choice but to respect.

He'd sensed her come to sit next to him and his heart had sunk. Cyno's mind had been still too busy scrambling for something, figure out what he'd say in the face of any accusation or question that may come for him; of how to stay true while protecting his own heart from imploding and shattering into a thousand grains of crystal when...

... When he felt the light but unmistakable weight of Candace's body against him. It wasn't dead weight, but not a brush either. She was leaning against him. And when the curve of her headpiece touched the back of his shoulder, the skin beneath his cloak felt way too hot for comfort all of a sudden.

"Is... is something wrong?" He asked, hating the hesitant note in his own voice and regretting it the moment he'd spoken his question. But it was already out, and turning his face, he almost worried the woman was perhaps having a fainting spell right there and then.

He'd barely the moment to blink his own surprise into the blue eye that made it into his field of vision, before lips connected with his face and everything became a blur of colorful dots anywhere his pupils pointed.

Which had to be somewhere down at his feet, because after a few seconds of frozen shock, he was quickly looking away and pulling up the hood of his cloak over the head to conceal the dark shade of red that he felt to be rushing to his face.

Was... was that truly... Had she just...?

This was nothing like how he'd dreamed imagined it could happen! How could he be so unprepared? It was shameful.

"...I'm sorry. I should've warned you I was going to turn..." He muttered quickly, fully believing he'd mistakenly intercepted her mouth with his face when Candace was probably... surely... trying to do... he wasn't sure what, actually, but definitely something else.

#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]#grislyintentions #GI01 || There is no escape for the guilty. [IC: Cyno]#v18 || Genshin Impact #to: || candace (genshin impact)#//A just killing me slowly #one sweet cancyno moment after the other~\\

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shortprince-cos · 2 years

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If you liked this post and you're a fan of angst, stick around and read!

A New Understanding

Spoilers for Any Sport In a Storm!

Summary: Willow is having a hard time adjusting to Hunter joining her at school, but after a misunderstanding, she realizes that maybe things can be solved by just talking.

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse (blame belos) and feelings.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and ig just talking about feelings

This can be seen as platonic or romantic, whatever you prefer <3

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"Hunter, can you please just stop?!"

Willow didn't mean to snap like that, but it had been a long week, and she was just so tired.

Hunter had only been a student at Hexside a week and a half, and though Willow loved having him as a friend, she just needed some space. He had been following her around (outside of class) like a lost demon since he walked in the doors, doing everything she did and said.

It was cute at first, considering it was his first time at school, but got old quickly when everytime she had time to breathe, Hunter was right behind her, asking her about why tests were structured the way they are and not by traumatic trials, or what their next flyer derby strategy was since Skara has been talking about a few new ones.

And now, all the stress had gotten to her, and she finally let herself go.

Then, she turned around, and saw the damage.

Hunter's eyes were forced closed and his body was tensed, like he was expecting something. Willow knew what it was - he'd brought it up before in casual conversation, not realizing that what he said was incredibly gruesome, horrid, and definitely not normal.

And now he was expecting it from her.

And Willow knew it wasn't her fault. Not entirely. It was his uncle's fault for abusing him his whole life. It was Belos' fault that Hunter believed that violence was a normal punishment for things that didn't even deserve to be lectures. But she couldn't stop the sinking feeling of guilt in her stomach, couldn't stop the voice in her head that told her 'You made him afraid of you. You were supposed to be different, but you're just like him.'

"I'm...sorry." Hunter finally spoke, letting his shoulders relax a little at the lack of a smack or slice or whatever he thought he was receiving in that moment. "I was speaking out of turn, wasn't I? I swear it won't happen again."

Hunter opened his eyes and looked at his captain, his magenta pupils darting back and forth to try and decipher the expression on her face. Fear, worry and regret filled him as he was deciding if he should stay, kneel, or just leave.

"No, I-" Willow started, a million emotions hitting her as she heard her friend's words and how his voice slightly quivered as he said them. She took a deep breath.

"Hunter, why don't we talk?"

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Hunter meekly followed Willow to the bleachers, focusing only on the ground in front of him. As they sat, he was transfixed on fidgeting with his gloves instead of his upcoming conversation with the girl next to him.

Willow studied him for a moment, wondering if this was a good idea, or if they should save it for another day, before ultimately deciding that this conversation shouldn't be prolonged.

"Hunter, I'm sorry." She started suddenly, making Hunter snap out of whatever trance he had pulled himself into.

He looked back at her, confused. "Sorry? ...For what?"

Willow's heart hurt a little more. "For snapping at you. It was wrong and I should've talked with you instead of bottling up my emotions. Is it okay if I talk to you now?"

Hunter looked dumbfounded. "Oh." He scratched his head like he often did when he didn't understand what was happening. "Um. Sure?"

It was good enough, Willow thought. "Okay, um, how do I put this?" She thought out loud, looking down at the bottom of the bleachers in front of her. "Let's do this constructively. How about we each say why that situation hurt our feelings, okay?"

She saw Hunter nod a little in her peripheral vision.

"Okay. I was upset at you because you've been following me around all week, and it made me feel...claustrophobic." She paused, trying to find words for how she felt. "Though I love having you as a friend, sometimes people just need... some space. I like having time to myself. Does that make sense?"

Willow finally looked back to Hunter, who clearly looked like he was trying to work out what she said. After about a minute of thinking, he noticed she was awaiting his response. He blushed slightly.

"Oh, sorry." He said quickly, realizing it was his turn to talk. "I just...was imagining if I was you, and you were me, if that makes sense."

Willow almost giggled at Hunter's lack of social skills. "You were putting yourself in my shoes?" She corrected with a smile.

"Uh, yeah. That." He furrowed his brows. "I can see why you got mad, I was being pretty annoying. I'll stop doing that now." He looked away nervously, and continued twiddling his fingers again, like he wanted the discussion to end there.

Willow, however, didn't.

"Hunter," She began carefully. "Do you want to tell me anything? It might make you feel better." She offered. "No pressure, though." She added.

Hunter didn't acknowledge her.

Willow frowned at this. She paused for a moment, before placing a hand on Hunter's shoulder.

"You know, it'll really help if you talk to me about how you're feeling, too. Communication is important in new and old relationships. You don't have to talk, but at least tell me that you don't want to."

Hunter inhaled sharply. "I just-" His voice cracked. "I don't know how to do this. I thought it would be like the coven, but it's not. I thought if I just treated friends the way I treat the covenheads it would work out, but..."

Hunter trailed off, reaching his gloved hands up to wipe the tears from his face.

Willow pulled him in for a hug. "Hunter, your friends don't want you to treat them like higher-ups, we want to be your equals. No one is better than anyone else. I know this is new to you, and you haven't had friends before, so please don't beat yourself up for this, okay? Mistakes are just a part of learning."

Hunter relaxed into the hug as Willow spoke, nodding into her shoulder when she finished.

They stayed quiet for a moment, just sitting and existing as the minutes passed, before Hunter eventually sat back up and ended the embrace.

He wiped at his face again and finally looked back up at Willow. His friend. His equal.

"Thank you, for... well, you know. It... means a lot."

She smiled. "I'm just glad you want to learn how to be a good friend, honestly. I know this is difficult for all of us, but if we just keep talking it out, it'll be easier, right?"

Willow stood up from the bleachers, offering a hand to her nervous friend.

The corners of Hunter's mouth turned up as he accepted the peace offering. "Okay, okay, I'll talk more. You don't have to spell it out." He joked.

"Yes, I do!" She laughed as she pulled him up, continuing their lighthearted conversation as they made their way back to the school, hand in hand.

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chokememcgrath · 4 years

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'Eat Me Up Like Apple Pie.'

Pairing • Lena Luthor x Reader

Warnings / Notes • NSFW, office sex, slight dom/sub dynamics, DIRTY TALK . This is the first Lena story I've written so!!! Let me know if you want more and my requests are always open 💕💞

Words • 2,210

Tag List • @ahs-honey (I love you🥺)

"What do you keep looking at?" The dark brunette CEO tilts her head to the side as she watches you on the other side of your desk.

A dark and prominent blush fills your face and gods you wished you could hide it from those icy blue-green eyes. You hadn't even realized you were staring at her hands for that long. You both were talking about CatCo and how well it was going financially and then the perfectly manicured fingers slid across the white pristine desk to the keyboard and that was it. You were transfixed. "Huh?"

Lena chuckles then, and it's dark and sultry and it has such a flirtatious tilt that you were sure you were either going to die or completely ruin the chair you were in. "I said what are you looking at?"

"Oh! Oh I um," You nibble your bottom lip as you try to think of an answer, an excuse, anything at this point to get the woman to stop looking at you like that. "I was just checking out the pen you had, the new one." You nod then, and you were so sure of yourself.

Lena raises her left eyebrow and she smirks then, she didn't even have any pens on top of the desk. She didn't even have papers on it. She relied on her iPad and her computer for paperwork and documents of every kind. "My pen?"

"Yes Ms. Luthor, " You nod once more, "I really like it, red is my favorite color."

Lena licks her lips then and she slides her rolling office chair back so she could stand. "A red pen you say?" The CEO walks around the desk, she then looks down at her nails and her smirk deepens. Her nails were painted red. Interesting.

Your body temperature started to rise as soon as the woman stood up from her seat. Oh god, she looked so good today too, she always did. But today she was wearing a suit and they always made you weak at the knees. The black form-fitting three-piece suit just seemed to enhance Lena's power. And it was so hot.

"I have no pens darling," Lena stands in front of you then and she leans back onto her desk, "So what were you really looking at?"

You stammer for a second as you look up at her, she was so close you could smell the perfume she wore. "I... Well, I..." You lick your lips. "I was looking at..." Your eyes move down from her face and they stop at the woman's hands again. Her arms crossed so delicately.

"Oh, I see" Lena hums then, "my hands?" She holds one out and checks the back as if she was looking at her nail polish. "Are you interested in them?"

You gasp and your eyes snap up to meet the brunettes, you were ready to deny it but there was no use. Lena knew, and her face showed it. "I apologize, Ms. Luthor, I know I should've been focused on the meeting."

"Oh, I'm not worried about the meeting dear," Lena takes her heeled foot and she slides it up from your ankle to your calf. "We can always talk about the budget another day because I think someone was super preoccupied with other thoughts, don't you think?"

You look down a bit in shame and you nod, all the while your heart raced at the feeling of Lena's heel sliding up your leg. "Yes, Ms. Luthor," You look up from under your eyelashes and you bite the corner of your bottom lip as your mind works a mile a minute. "Well, maybe i can make it up to you?" A smile fills your face then and you look at her excitedly. "If you want that of course."

"That depends, what do you have in mind sweet girl?" Lena places her palms down behind her on the desk, looking down at you with slightly darkened eyes.

You deliberately let your gaze drop to her slacks and you clear your dry throat. "Can I touch you?" The question leaves your soft lips before you even thought it through.

"Yes." Lena's answer is breathy and you could see a tremble in her covered thighs, it was like a switch was flipped. It was if now that she knew for sure that you were interested in her, you could take control at the moment and it made your center throb.

"Thank you," You lick your lips and you stand, your eyes now locking directly with the CEO's. You lift Lena up onto the white porcelain and your fingers glide up to her hips. You could see how dilated her pupils became the more you touched her, and you could feel the womans stuttered breath against your face.

Lena couldn't even believe this was happening, she had a crush on you sure, but no one ever wanted a Luthor. She had decided weeks ago that she would just allow the feelings to pass, she would push the want she had for you deep into that little box inside herself so she would be able to stay professional. It didn't matter that she touched herself every night thinking about you, god she hoped this wasn't just a dream.

"Are you sure about this Lena?" Your gentle hands find the Gucci belt and your nimble fingers play with it as you wait for an answer.

Lena gasps and as she stares into your eyes she nods softly, careful not to break contact. You have never said her first name before, ever and she could feel her panties dampen from it. "Please."

A moan leaves your lungs and you unlatch the belt, leaving it in the loops of the pants you simply unbutton the black material and make quick work with the zipper. "I can't wait to explore you, Lena," Your voice is deeper, huskier, and you couldn't even stop it. "I've been dreaming about this for so so long."

Just as you allow your fingers to slide across lace panties Lena's eyes roll back and loud moan echoes off the office walls.

"Oh, baby..." You give her a small pout and you move a bit so your fingers were under the panties instead. Collecting the hot juices that were steadily flowing from the woman's center. "You're so wet, soaked even, is that for me? Hm?" Your middle finger circles the brunette's clit and the woman's hips jump.

"Yes!" She bites her bottom lip and she nods rapidly, looking into your eyes once more. Lena's eyes were pitch black now, the light blue-green you were used to was gone. "It's yours, all yours I promise." Whimpers and whines leave the brunette's lips as your fingers explore her entrance and she tries her hardest not to lose eye contact.

"Mmm good," You take your fingers out of her panties and a smirk fills your features when she whines at the loss of touch. "Patience." You kiss her cheek, and then her jaw before you pull her slacks and panties down to her knees. Allowing her to sit on her desk bare.

Lena watches you carefully and she clears her throat a bit. "What are you doing?"

You kiss her neck, sucking the spot right beside her birthmark "You said I can make it up to you, so that's what I'm going to do Ms. Luthor"

Lena moans when you say her last name but as soon as you kneel she thought she was going to come right then. You were going to eat her, oh my god you were going to eat her out. You were going to taste her. Fuck.

You kiss the inside of her right thigh and your heart skips a beat as you feel it quiver under your lips. How was it that you could make this woman vulnerable like this? It felt euphoric. The closer to her pussy you got, the faster Lena's breathing got. Her chest rising and falling in a quick and shaky manner. Gods she was so hot, you weren't sure you were going to survive this. "Lena." You whisper and your breath brushes against the brunettes center, her hips jump again.

"Mhm? Yes?"

"Keep looking in my eyes okay? I want you to see who's doing this to you." It sounded like a request, a mere question, but Lena knew you really wanted it. So the woman nodded and she licks her lips.

"I will I promise." She whispered and she raises her ass up off of the desk a little to try to bring your mouth closer.

You push her hips down with your hands and you cover her core with your mouth, moaning deeply as you sweep your tongue through the brunettes folds. You were right, she was sweet.

Lena reaches down with her right hand and she grips your hair in a fist. Keeping you there, "Yes, god you feel so good, please? Fuck, please, just... Please?" She blinks a few times to try to clear her mind so she could focus but then your tongue brushes against her clit and it would turn cloudy again.

You had never heard Lena curse before, it was like you removed every single filter the woman had, her body was slouched over and she was looking at you like you were everything. You moan once more but this time you were right on her sensitive clit and Lena's thighs squeeze together around your head.

"Fuck!" She leans back onto her shakey left elbow. Her leg sliding up your side until she could dig her red stiletto into your back.

You moan again, feeling the sharp end of her heel in your back and seeing the usually kept together woman become unraveled was something you would never forget. You wanted to draw this out, you wanted this to last forever but Lena was clenching and fluttering against your tongue and you knew she needed to come soon.

"Mmm." You pull back for a second but you flick your index finger over her clit as you spoke so the woman's orgasm would continue to rise. "Do you want to come? Do you want to soak my face, Lena?"

She nods rapidly and she bites her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Pulling your hair a little harder. "Make me come," She husks, her voice scratchy and oh so deep. "Make it yours, make me yours."

"Yes ma'am." You move your finger and cover her with your mouth once again. Using your tongue to rapidly cross over her clit until she was a trembling mess.

"I'm close, I'm going to come." The brunette warns before she grabs a new fistful of your hair, tugging harshly so she could stay grounded.

You nod and the look in your eyes tells her that it's okay, you collect the new arousal from the woman's entrance with a pleased hum before you suck the woman's sensitive nub hard.

Lena's lungs empty completely as she squeals and her left arm gives out as she is brought to her climax, her back arches and her head tilts back as she feels the overwhelming ecstasy wash over her body.

You moan softly as you help the woman down from her intense high, cleaning her up slowly and lazily. Your fingers slide up and down her thighs as you kiss around her core and her hips.

"Come here." Lena rasps out and she stares at her office ceiling, laying on the desk as she catches her breath.

You lick your lips and you nod, loving the way that you could still taste her. "Okay," you get up off of your knees and you pull up the woman's pants and panties in care. Buckling her belt before you lean over to smile at her. "Yes?"

Lena looks up at you in awe and she swallows thickly. You took care of her, you didn't just take what you wanted and go. You stayed behind. You dressed her. This wasn't just a one-time thing for you, she felt it in her heart "Do you want to have dinner tonight?"

"Yes of course I do! But... But first, I need something."

Of course. Of course, you did. Lena was fooled once again, she fights her eyes from watering and she swallows the pins and needles in her throat. She was a Luthor, and you knew it, she could get you anything in the world. "What is it?"

"A kiss." You whisper with a blush.

Oh. Lena blushed darkly and she looks over at the wall before chuckling. Of course, you were too sweet for your own good. "Yes my darling you can have a kiss." she turns to look at you again before she grabs your shirt and yanks you down into an earth-shattering kiss.

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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HOLD STILL

Summary: While in a dangerous mission, the comms stop working, which makes Natasha unable to contact her teammate when she got injured.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff-ish

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Warnings: language, wounds

A/N: this is number five, the number of the drafts you picked in third place. Basically, this author note is for telling you that I got the idea from this post, and that if you guys want me to do more wlw fics, let me know in a comment. I'm not really asking for requests bc I got a fair amount waiting for me to write them, but you can write down a pairing you want me to write about. Love you guys <3.

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I burst into the safe house we had agreed on meeting in, just in case shit went south and we had no choice but split up.

Damn our luck, that's exactly what happened.

When I thought the situation couldn't get worse, it did, because no matter how hard I tried for my comm to work, it wouldn't cooperate.

Maybe it wasn't my comm, maybe it was Natasha's. Maybe she was just out of range, taking the long way. Either ways, I had no way to make sure she was okay.

I reassured myself repeating in my head that it was Natasha Romanoff who I was talking about, it was the Black Widow. She was a skilled spy and assassin, she was a perfect liar.

She was okay.

She had to be okay.

I sat in the only bed inside the cabin, the top of my tactic gear off, with my gun besides me. I was waiting for Nat to cross that door in front of me, because I knew she was alright, but I needed to see it.

Thousands of dark thoughts invaded my mind, taking the place of the hopes I had been having for a few minutes already, really dark thoughts.

Because I had left without her, and if something happened to her, it was on me, because I had left her.

And if something had happened to her, if something had happened to Natasha, then I would lose my mind, because even if I refused to say it, even if I refused to talk about it with anyone, she had, at some point, became the light I didn't know I needed.

No, nothing happened to her, that wouldn't be fair, not after all she went through, not after all I went through.

It was just not fair, and that's the reason I realized something had happened to her. No one was fair for us.

My awful, depressing train of thought was broken by the sound of rushed steps towards the safe house's door. I stood up, grabbed my gun, and took a step forward waiting for whoever it was.

The door flung open to let my eyes see the redhead I had been thinking about. The redhead that was now pressing the side of her abdomen, leaning against the door frame.

She let out a shaky sigh of relief once had glanced at me, and muttered a quiet 'you're okay' with her eyes shut.

The hand that had been aiming the gun at the door fell limply to my side after I processed it was her. It took me a hot second to acknowledge the reason for her position.

"Nat..."

"Yeah..." she mumbled, pressing the wound harder before attempting to step in my direction, which was a pretty bad idea since, if I hadn't had good reflexes, she would have fallen. "fuck!"

"I got you" I whispered, passing her arm over my shoulders to help her get to the bed. "can you take off your suit?" she nodded with her eyes closed "okay, I'll go to see what's on the first aid kit."

"you got hurt?" she asked from the bed, her voice sounding strained due to the pain the wound was causing her.

"No, I'm just fine" I dismissively replied, not really lying. A few bad bruises couldn't be compared to what had happened to her.

I came back to the bed with the supplies I could find to take care of her wound, and she had upper half of her catsuit off, which left her in her black bra.

I looked away as fast as I could.

"okay, let's fix this." I kneeled before her to have a clear view of the wound, which, to my surprise, was caused by a knife and not by a gun.

"how does it look?" she asked, struggling not to press her hand against it. When she seemed like giving in, I took one of my hands to her wrist to hold it away from the wound. "be honest."

"It... doesn't look good." I confessed, letting go of her hand to reach for a cloth I had wet to clean around the wound. "but it doesn't look that bad I promise."

"I believe you." she replied, shifting her position slightly for me to have a better access to the wound.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out, not daring to look up at her, since I knew she was already looking at me. "should've waited for you."

"I'm glad you left." her answer was confusing at the same time as reassuring. "You're safe and that's all that matters."

I stopped moving the moment those last words left her mouth.

She noticed.

"you got the intel." she clarified. "that's all that matters." I nodded, somehow disappointed at her explanation.

"Good news" I announced, passing the wet cloth over her wound as gently and slowly as I could. "It almost stopped bleeding by itself." she whispered an 'okay'.

"did you find something to clean the wound?" I looked up at her with warnings eyes before reaching for a bottle of alcohol I had fought under the first aid kit. "oh boy. This is going to hurt."

I didn't even bother on trying to deny it, because it was just so obvious. "just take a deep breath and tell me if it's too much." she replied with a couple of quick nods, already tensed and waiting for the cloth now soaked in alcohol to reach her skin.

Her breath hitched the moment the the alcohol made contact with her wound, and even though she tried not to move, she ended up trying to move away involuntarily.

I rapidly retreated the cloth and lifted my gaze to check on her.

Natasha's green eyes stayed shut for a second, while she took a deep, shaky breath. "Nat?"

"I'm okay." she whispered, gripping the bedsheets. "keep going, I'm fine." the redhead assured me, with her eyes now open.

I pursed my lips in a thin line, my eyebrows frowned with worry. "alright... I'll try to be quick. Why don't you try to lay down?" she gave me a brief nod and I helped her recline on the matress in a way that she still was able to make eye contact with me. "just... Hold still."

Her hand was right besides mine, and I tried to focus on the wound instead of looking at the strength with which she fisted the sheets, her muscles tensed.

The cloth came back to the wound, and this time, I didn't stop when I heard Natasha's breath hitched, nor when ragged pants started to leave her lips against her will.

No, I didn't stop, just because I didn't want her to keep hurting for long, and in order to accomplish that I had to finish quick.

Only when her fingers wrapped around my wrist to pull it away from her wound, only when she sat up way too fast, I stopped.

"wait, please." she blurted out, with her limbs shaking.

"I'm sorry." I whispered apologetically. "I really gotta finish. Just hold still for a second okay?" She nodded again, taking a deep breath after muttering a 'fuck'. "Lay down, baby."

Oh gosh.

I had not just called Natasha Romanoff baby.

I had not just pet named the woman I loved.

We stayed there in silence for an instant too long for my liking, in which Natasha's pupils dug into mines and her hand fell from my wrist as if she was scared of what I could have meant.

But her fear almost looked like hope.

"I- Y/n-"

"Natasha" I called her name with my cheeks burning, returning my attention to the wound, which looked way better already. "Lay down"

She complied in silence, and this time her eyes were fixed on the ceiling instead of in me.

I tried to forget what had just happened, for me, and for her, and I finished cleaning the wound and proceeded to patch it up.

At first I didn't notice, but Natasha's long, thin fingers, slowly approached my hand until they were lazily intertwined with mines.

I tried to ignore it at first, but I couldn't help but to hold her hand.

"I need you to sit up for a second."

I turned around to grab the bandages and came back to my original position, just to see her already sat.

Without a single word, I kneeled on the bed and made her lift her arms for me to bandage her wound. "okay" I spoke with my hands behind her, passing the bandage from her back to her front. "you can put them down again."

Both of her hands landed on my cheeks, and I saw that fear which had been in her eyes just a couple of seconds ago, that same fear that almost looked like hope.

"Y/n" the way she whispered my name made my cheeks blush and my heart to pound against my chest.

"Nat" licking her lips, she passed her thumbs over my jaw. "think about it." I warned her, looking for any kind of hesitancy hidden somewhere in her gaze.

She quickly shook her head no. "not this time."

"Natasha—"

Her lips ghosted over mines, not really kissing them.

She was waiting for me to agree on this.

I closed the gap, taking my hand to the back of her neck while our lips danced against one another's.

Her hands left my cheeks to travel to my chest, briefly massaging my breasts and making me pant before going for the hem of the tank top, lifting it in an attempt to get it off me.

My the hand that had been on her neck as an extra support for her traveled up to her red waves, tangling it's fingers with them before giving her a gentle tug that teared a muffled moan out of her.

I didn't quite know which movement was, but it made her gasp quite loud, due to the pain that it had triggered.

It was then that I pulled away, resting my forehead against hers. "can't do this right now. You gotta rest."

Her pupils, now blown, observed me for a second, thinking if my order was the best option.

"Natasha."

"No"

"No what?"

She chewed her lower lip, hesitant about her answer. "nothing."

While I helped her lay down, I realized what she had meant with 'no'.

I pulled away from her face a few strands of her before pecking her lips. "rest baby."

Her hand pulled me to the bed with her and, as soon as I lay down, she gave me a sweet kiss.

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° Bon Voyage °

• Part VII •

Galaxies

"You let out one yell and I'll cut her," you hear the voice behind you say.

It's a feminine one.

Your skin goes cold to the touch and your hands start shaking.

Jungkook is frozen to the spot, terror in his eyes like you've never seen before.

He looks as if he's contemplating on whether to make a move or not.

The cold object slides from the back of your neck to the spot between your shoulders, but not without leaving a little nick first.

You try not to let out a sound but your face makes a pained expression.

It's a knife.

Jungkook takes a step forward, obviously alarmed by the sudden change , but your captor locks your head in her elbow, the knife now right under you throat.

You swallow, the blade waving under the motion and steal a glance at the face next to yours.

Smooth, porcelain skin and red lipstick.

The girl had sure taken her time preparing for this.

She looked oddly familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"Don't you touch her," Jungkook growls.

"Oh, I'm not interested in her. You're the one I want."

You should've figured it out sooner.

The girl was a sasaeng, clearly part of the staff. This is why she looked familiar to you - you had seen her multiple times helping out on the backstage.

She was just using you to get to Jungkook.

You felt disgusted.

You had witnessed a lot of other extreme cases where fans would do anything just to be close to their favorites but this was over the top.

"Follow me," she says. "And no sudden movements."

Jungkook looks infuriated, hands shaking with the effort of not being able to do anything, but he still keeps calm.

The girl starts taking backward steps, pulling you along with her, knife still threatening to spill blood.

Jungkook slowly goes after you with his palms up, as if he's trying not to anger a wild animal.

You plead with your eyes to him, unspoken words between the two of you.

Run. Get away from here.

He doesn't.

Damn stubborn child.

You were fine with the thought of you being taken but if anything happened to him, you would never forgive yourself for it.

You walk for a couple more minutes, feet stumbling every time the girl pulls you harshly.

The sound of an engine is heard and you scan the view ahead when she turns you around , eyes still on Jungkook.

"Get in the car and don't try anything. The driver has a gun," she says, gesturing at him with a flick of her head.

This girl was beyond sick.

You couldn't even believe what you had both gotten yourselves into.

Jungkook obeys, getting into the front seat silently.

You go next, still under the girl's clutches.

There's a young man driving.

You can only look at his brown eyes in the front mirror which constantly move from side to side, analyzing every corner of his sight. He points a gun at Jungkook and his other hand holds the wheel.

"You better stay still, boy or I'm gonna have to use this."

"Don't call him a boy," the girl cries."He's a man."

You almost throw up.

There was nothing more you wanted to do right now except for smash her pretty little head into the window.

The driver starts the car.

"We'll leave her a few miles ahead," says the girl. "We don't need her anymore."

You start to panic.

They were gonna kill you.

They were gonna kill you and take Jungkook as their slave and you couldn't let that happen.

You bite the girl's hand with all the force you can muster. She shrieks in pain, letting go of the knife and you punch her in the face.

The man whirls around, but that's all the distraction Jungkook needs. He slaps the gun out of his hand and pulls the wheel towards himself.

The car swerves to the right.

"Y/N, get out!" Jungkook shouts, slamming the man's head right on the wheel and reaches for the handle.

You try to do the same, but a hand grips your hair roughly, pulling you back.

"Were do you think you're going?" the girl sneers.

"Screw you," you snap, and jab your knee into her nose.

She lets go, wailing in agony.

You pull the handle and jump out of the car.

Hard concrete meets your body, the impact rattling your bones as you roll around like a bowling pin.

The world is still spinning when you struggle to get up.

Jungkook limps to you and pulls you on your feet.

"Come on, we've gotta go," he says, breathing hard.

He grabs you by the hand and starts running straight for the forest.

You can barely keep up, the aftereffect of the jump still lingering.

Then, you hear a shot.

Jungkook stops abruptly and crumples onto the ground.

No!

You scream the word at the top of your lungs but you can't hear yourself.

There's a constant buzzing on your ears and you shake all over. It's like everything around you has blurred into nothingness and there's only him.

Jungkook groans and squeezes his thigh.

"I'm alright. It's just a scratch," he says, breathing hard. "Hey, hey..I'm alright. Don't stop."

He taps your cheek with his palm, trying to make you to focus.

You nod, mouth still agape.

He's alright he's alright he's alright-

You sling his arm over your shoulder and carry some of his weight, limping together to the copse of trees a little bit further.

You hear more shots but you don't dare turn your head not even for a moment.

"Stop it, you moron. You'll kill him."

It's the girl.

Now they're gonna chase after you, no doubt.

You don't falter for a second.

Heaving Jungkook with all your might you pray not to get caught.

You get into the woods, thorns and branches pulling at your clothes and slashing your skin mercilessly.

You are aware of the running steps behind you getting closer and closer and you will your heart not to rip out of your chest.

Don't stop don't stop don't stop-

You scan the forest, looking desperately for somewhere to hide.

Jungkook hisses in pain every time he leans on his bad leg.

You pull him even tighter, bearing almost all of his weight with clenched teeth.

Just a little bit more...

"Come on, hyung. Don't bail on me."

The ground slides under your feet and you lose balance, tumbling down a steep. Your arms detach themselves from Jungkook and you can't stop falling, no matter how hard you try to claw at the weeds on the ground.

After almost throwing up your dinner, you roll to a stop, limbs splayed out awkwardly.

Jungkook lays face - down just a little further, not able to move a muscle.

You crawl to him and flip him on his back, which only makes him groan in pain.

Clamping his mouth shut, you force him not to make a sound.

I'm sorry, your eyes seem to say.

You scan your sorroundings.

There's gotta be somewhere you can hide.

Your eyes catch sight of a massive tree, its roots holding the dirt into place.

The space underneath is hollow as a result of erosion.

A shelter.

With a grunt,you drag Jungkook up to his feet, the weight of him even heavier than before.

"Just a little bit further, hyung, please," you plead with a low voice.

He obeys, gathering strength from God knows where and makes a couple more steps.

When he finally reaches the hollow, Jungkook slumps into the ground like a sack of potatoes.

You crouch low under it and pull him in with you.

His breaths come out short and fast.

You flatten against the hollow, as you try to catch your breath.

"Where the hell did they go?" you hear the man's voice up the steep, followed by the rustle of dried leaves.

"This is all your fault," the girl says, her voice echoed by the faint breeze.

"If you had been more attentive, none of this would have happened."

"If I remember correctly the girl bit you first," the man snaps at her.

"Shut up. Do you know the struggle I had to go through all this time? I had to work my ass off all day just so I could take a glimpse of him. And tonight I even had to sneak a knife from the kitchen in order to be unnoticed."

"Yeah well,I don't care. I better get my money after all of this."

"You'll get your money when I get Jungkookie."

You fight down the urge to empty your stomach.

The steps keep getting further and further till you can't hear them anymore.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, relieved, and you snap your head to him, suddenly reminded of the situation you were in.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, pupils shaking as you examine his condition.

He leans on the wall of the hollow and props his leg under his other one to keep it steady. The fabric of his jeans is ripped in a horizontal line, revealing a hint of red.

Oh God.

You lift your shaking hands towards his thigh and experimentally touch it, earning a pained hiss from him.

"There's no bullet, don't worry," he says between breaths. "It barely grazed me. They were both obviously amateurs - the man even forgot to lock the car doors after we got in."

"He still shot you."

"I'm alright," he says and smiles reassuringly.

This time you don't hesitate and rip the fabric apart, catching him off guard.

"Ow...hey!"

"You said you were alright, didn't you?"

Taking a quick look, you notice a deep gash on his muscular thigh. It's not as deep as you thought it would be, but that still doesn't stop the blood from flowing.

Despite of all the chaos, panic and exhaustion, a surprising calmness has taken over you, making you focus on the task at hand with deep concentration.

Using your teeth and your bare hands, you tear apart a chunk of your loose tank top.

"Hey, what are doing?" Jungkook says, alarmed by your sudden action.

"Making sure you won't bleed out for the rest of the night."

"Why didn't you rip my shirt off?"

"I can't afford for you to get hypothermia. The wound will make your body heat drop faster than my grades from high-school."

He chuckles upon hearing that.

"How do you know all of this?"

"I've seen a lot of movies."

"And by the way," you continue, " are you willing to undress in front of me?"

"Anything for the ladies," he winks.

You just tighten the strip of cloth around his exposed thigh, brows scrunched up in concentration.

"You're surprisingly calm for someone who suffers from panic attacks," he says.

Your hands freeze.

You lift your eyes to stare at him, eyeing you suspiciously.

"How did you know?"

"I know everything about you," he answers and sweeps a look at you from head to toe.

You can't help the slight blush blooming on your cheeks, and the corners of your lips twitch.

"Well, we have been living for five years together, after all," you offer.

"It's not just that."

He looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

He was being bold.

He was being bold and straight-forward and you didn't know what to do about it.

The tension between you was thick and you could feel it.

It was because of the unusual situation you were both in, you supposed.

It hade made you both daring and impulsive.

As you tend to his wound, your fingers linger on the skin and he extends his hand towards yours.

The touch sends bolts of electricity piercing through you and you can't hide the slight tremor in your fingers.

"Y/N..."

You retract your hand and clear your throat.

"We better spend the night here. They might still be wandering around the forest, looking for us."

He nods and lowers his palms by his sides.

There's a deafening silence hanging in the air, broken only by the sound of far away thunder.

* * *

It had been raining for about some time now, but the hollow had proved to be a worthy shelter. There wasn't even a speck of water on the ground beneath you and you were grateful for that.

You had been drifting in and out of sleep, the exhaustion threatening to take over, but you forced your eyes open every time it happened. You had to guard Jungkook in case he got worse or those filthy bastards came back.

You throw a glance at him, leaning on the wall just a little further and you notice his teeth chattering.

He seems to have shrunk in himself, curled over like a ball, for as much as his leg would allow.

You approach him and put a hand on his forehead.

It's hot to the touch but he keeps shivering like a leaf in the wind.

This can't be good.

"Are you cold?" you ask him.

He nods.

You peek at his wound and notice that it has stopped bleeding.

It was just that the rain had lowered the temperatures considerably and that only made Jungkook's condition even worse.

You wish you could do something, but your clothes aren't exactly helping.

You were only wearing shorts and a ripped tank top, for Heaven's sake.

Having no other choice, you wrap him in your arms making an effort to share some body heat.

He doesn't object but only leans into your touch as your rub his arms and shoulders.

After some time, his teeth stop chattering, his body going back to its normal temperature, but he still doesn't let go, clinging onto you like a baby.

You wish you could stay like this forever, with him cradled into your arms like a second skin.

You play with his hair, twirling it in your finger and he doesn't miss the chance to capture your hand with his, intertwining your fingers.

The sudden action made your heart do a flip.

You loved him so much.

Yes, you finally admitted it.

You loved him like hell and the fact that it had taken you five years to understand it still remained a mystery.

You had once read a passage from a book which said that, sometimes, someone you had known all your life became no longer familiar to you, but strange in a marvelous way,as if you had discovered a beach you had been visiting all your life was made not of sand, but of diamonds that blinded you with their beauty.

Jungkook takes your hand into his lips and kisses it.

It's like butterflies encase your whole arm.

"What have you done to me?" you faintly whisper.

"I would like to ask you the same thing," he answers, staring at you intently.

His doe-like eyes sparkle in the darkness.

"You know that henna tattoo I made? It was for you, you know," you say.

He scowls, not quite understanding.

"You have galaxies in your eyes, Jeon Jungkook. And I've fallen deeply into them."

The smile that appears on his face brightens your whole vision.

There is nothing else, no one else but him right now.

He adjusts himself till he's sitting up and no one can prepare you for the words that leave his mouth as he embraces you, pulling you into his chest.

"I love you, Y/N."

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