Genre: Fluff, Smut, & Angst (Fluff will be more prominent as the parts progress)
Synopsis: In which you meet Wen Junhui, an exchange student from China, along the way of accomplishing your dreams. He was a great friend, but you got attached to him. Maybe a little too much.
Warning: Slowburn, arguing, explicit language, Jun gets a little hostile in said argument, masturbation, lots and lots and lots of reader second guessing herself D:
Taglist in the comments due to so much love and support :)
(Please let me know through asks or the comments if you’d like to be in the taglist, @s not mentioned are not able to be tagged ^3^)
You and Jun were a notorious duo—well, more like a rumored couple (which would most likely never happen), in many of your classes. You certainly didn’t mind the fake rumors, but he certainly did.
You plopped yourself on your couch next to your best friend, Junhui; and whilst doing so, you managed to spill a bit of the popcorn from the bowl in your grasp into Jun’s lap.
“____—“ He whined, much like a baby. “I told you you should’ve gotten a bigger bowl, or atleast look like you care that you ruined my favorite stay-at-home sweats with some cheap butter!”
You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes at him playfully, “Shut up you big baby,” Before you could get out the next pair of words, he flicked you square in the forehead. “Hey! Leave me alone Junnie, exams are over—this is my, no, our personal way of bonding.”
“Fine fine, just for the sake of bonding.” He sighed, putting emphasis on the ‘bonding’ just to push your buttons a little further.
And you were right, Jun was just being annoying—as he usually is. Yesterday was exam day, and you had exceeded your own expectations, whereas Jun, well, you guys hadn’t really brought up his score yet. But, either way, it was your final exam and you were proud to have ended your last semester on a good note.
“Hey, if you wanna bond, you have to at least do the bare minimum and talk.” Jun ruffled your hair, and you mumbled profanities to yourself.
“Mr. Wen Junhui, respectfully, shut up.” You scoffed, patting your messy hair back into place. “Can we watch the new Little Mermaid movie? Please?”
“What? No! I thought we were watching Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse! You agreed to it!” He whined.
“No, we're watching the Little Mermaid and that’s that!”
“Aweeeee… How come you always get what you want?”
Wiping his hands with a cloth, Jun sighs as he sees his hands, yet again, sweaty. Today’s packing day—and technically, he’s not supposed to be moving yet, however, he has other plans.
He places the last of his boxes outside his and Minghao’s dorm, internally whining when he hears very familiar keys jingling, the noise more prominent each and every step.
Looking up, Jun sees someone he’d usually be more than elated to see—however, right now, he wishes they’d never cared for him in the first place. After all, this was the right thing to do.
“Huh, Junnie?” You stopped, with a somewhat confused and positive look on your face. God how he wishes that he’d never had to tell you. “Why’re you already moving? Are you really that eager—“
“Shut up with your teasing, I’m tired of it.” He bit my lip—did I really say that? “I’m not in the mood for any of your antics right now.”
Jun looks up from the boxes giving you an unfamiliar and more hostile look, watching your soft expression form into something more apprehensive. He wishes he didn’t have to do this, I wish I didn’t have to watch the beautiful laugh on her face fade.
You put your hand on his wrist, caressing the soft and supple skin with your thumb to calm him down, until he shoves you away and pulls back, that is.
“What?… Jun, why are you so hostile today, is something up? You know you could always tell me—“
“No, I told you to shut up. I don’t wanna tell you shit, and I won’t ever tell you shit again if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
You slowly back away, trying to hide the fact a huge lump in your throat was building, and that yout eyes were starting to water. This was what he wanted, it’s what you didn’t expect. It was better to hurt you now than to hurt you later.
“Just leave, I don’t wanna see your face again. Matter of fact—I’m moving to China, so I won’t have to see you ever again.”
“Huh?”
Jun coldly walks back into his dorm, slamming the door to emphasize his so-called hatred. Behind him, he hears yelling from you that he tried to ignore, but what you says really gets in his head.
“Okay, well fuck you too! I don’t even care if you're going to China, I don’t care about you!”
He rests his head on the wall and mumbles,
“乌云无语晕开 [The love I didn’t say then].”
Great, just great, you thought. You scrolled on Snapchat, and looked at everybody's stories. They were all a stupidly clear video of you and Jun arguing—captioned “The infamous couple, broken up?”
And even worse of all, everybody was contacting you to see if you were okay, everyone was claiming Jun was in the wrong, even though you knew damn well they’d probably been texting Jun earlier.
Throwing your phone down onto your bed just when you thought that call was gonna be the last of them, you feel vibration from under your bed’s covers. I wonder who it is this time, you thought.
Taking your phone hesitantly, your breath hitched for a second—it was Minghao.
Minghao was Jun’s best friend since childhood, brother from another mother, basically. And since you are, well, were Jun’s best friend, it wasn’t rare for you to bond at times when Jun wasn’t with you guys.
Minghao and you bonded about things that Jun wouldn’t understand half of the time. But it made him seem like an even more reliable friend, it made it seem like he didn’t stick around just because you were acquainted with Jun; but because you were a good person.
Which is why you were semi-surprised about seeing the incoming call from him, and equally as hesitant to pick it up. But, you didn’t want to ruin yet another friendship so, why not?
Silence rang through the line as you picked up the phone.
“Hey Jun. I’m gonna go use the bathroom, give me a second.”
You bit your lip. Oh he lives with Jun now, I figured. You shrugged it off, you knew Minghao wasn’t the type to secretly tell Jun all your secrets. Right?
“Okay, I’m sorry about that,” He whispered. “You know we live in an apartment together since we moved together, I mean, it’s logical. But I don’t want him to hear what you have to say.”
You hummed in response, hoping the phone would pick up the noise. “So, what exactly did you wanna ask me, Hao?”
“What exactly happened between you and Jun? One day, you guys are best friends who literally have toothbrushes in each other's dorms—and the next you guys are people who’ve never met!”
“Sorry, it’s just all so confusing to me. Jun’s acting more distant and I can’t stand it. And so are you, you would’ve called me by now.” Minghao audibly sighed through the phone.
“It might sound hypocritical but, I just came to check up on him while he’s moving a couple of boxes out. I start joking around, and he just seems to be pissed off with me and,“ A tear falls down your cheek. “He just says a bunch of shit like he doesn’t wanna see me again and he hates me, man, that stuck with me.”
You could hear the surprise in Minghao’s voice when he talks. “Oh, really? He’s been acting like he was the one who got wronged. I’m sorry that happened to you, ____.”
Your hand grew tired of holding the phone up to your ear, so you decided to plop on your bed, phone next to ear. “It’s fine really, Hao. You’re not at fault, you don’t even deserve to be caught up in all this.”
“____, listen.” It caught you by surprise he’d dropped the honorifics, but you didn’t show it. “It was my choice to get caught up in this drama you two have. I could’ve just not called you or ignored Jun.”
“Don’t put the blame on yourself. I know how close you were to Jun and just because you were close and you guys fell apart doesn’t mean it’s your fault. Hell, it’s Jun’s fault and I can admit it as his best friend.”
Choked sobs were heard through the line, and Minghao knew better than to keep talking. “Thank you Hao.” You whispered. “I think I need some time to think for myself though, I’ll call you later. Bye-bye.”
The line fell.
It’d been a couple of months since you and Jun stopped being friends. You had gotten over him, for the most part, of course you still thought of him from time to time and the thoughts would eat you up—you were still better than before, until today.
You were flipping through your favorite TV channels, great every single one’s on an ad break, you thought. And to your horror, the last one, which had usually had to do with modeling, design, photography, etc. had been airing a fashion week runway. And guess who was walking on that fucking runway.
Wen Junhui.
You felt your throat getting drier and drier by the second. However you sat felt uncomfortable, the temperature of the room felt humid and unbearable. Everything didn’t seem right.
His outfit seemed uncomfortable yet it suited his facial features so perfectly, and oh, he dyed his hair blonde? He looked so much more different, and the truth was, you were so fucking into it. You couldn’t bring yourself to switch the channels, you were just waiting for him to cycle back onto the runway to see his next outfit.
The next outfit looked ethereal on him. Since when did he have abs, and when did they get so toned? It was a bold choice for the stylists to not conceal his eyebags, you thought, but it made him so much more appealing and attractive, you hated to admit.
You decided to finally shut off the TV but now you were all hot and bothered. You thought it was ridiculous, ridiculous that you were all shaken up for an ex-best friend. For an ex-crush.
Throwing yourself on your bed, you sighed, rubbing your thighs. Opening Instagram, you searched up the familiar name of Wen Junhui. This is so wrong, you cried out.
Pulling down your shorts, you trailed your fingers up your shirt, down to your breasts, to your stomach and finally to where your panties sat. You moaned at how wet you were.
Two of your fingers dipped down into your sopping hole, and your eyes fluttered shut. Your mouth formed into an O and soft and quiet little gasps came from your mouth.
This is so wrong. So fucking wrong. And you knew it. There was a pit deep in your stomach, and no, it wasn’t the pit in your stomach that you’d normally get from pleasuring yourself. It was from guilt. Pure guilt.
You knew it was wrong, but you kept going, moans growing louder by each and every curl of your finger. Tears bubbling at your eyes, falling onto your pillow thinking if you guys had never argued that day, maybe it’d be his fingers in your pussy right now. Not your own.
“Junnie…” A nickname that now feels foreign slips past your lips, salty tears staining your lips much like a sign to not chant his name. With enough twists of your fingers, you manage to wrap yourself undone, chest rising up and falling back down with each breath.
Sitting up, you sighed. The reality of it all hit you like a truck. You’d never be able to see or talk to Jun ever again. Whether you liked it or not. He was a famous model and you were just some nerd who did graphic design for a living.
But even with all taken, it was still reasonable to have some hope. Right?
Genre: Fluff, Smut, & Angst (Fluff will be more prominent as the parts progress)
Synopsis: In which you meet Wen Junhui, an exchange student from China, along the way of accomplishing your dreams. He was a great friend, but you got attached to him. Maybe a little too much.
Warning: Slowburn, arguing, explicit language, Jun gets a little hostile in said argument, masturbation, lots and lots and lots of reader second guessing herself D:
Taglist in the comments due to so much love and support :)
(Please let me know through asks or the comments if you’d like to be in the taglist, @s not mentioned are not able to be tagged ^3^)
You and Jun were a notorious duo—well, more like a rumored couple (which would most likely never happen), in many of your classes. You certainly didn’t mind the fake rumors, but he certainly did.
You plopped yourself on your couch next to your best friend, Junhui; and whilst doing so, you managed to spill a bit of the popcorn from the bowl in your grasp into Jun’s lap.
“____—“ He whined, much like a baby. “I told you you should’ve gotten a bigger bowl, or atleast look like you care that you ruined my favorite stay-at-home sweats with some cheap butter!”
You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes at him playfully, “Shut up you big baby,” Before you could get out the next pair of words, he flicked you square in the forehead. “Hey! Leave me alone Junnie, exams are over—this is my, no, our personal way of bonding.”
“Fine fine, just for the sake of bonding.” He sighed, putting emphasis on the ‘bonding’ just to push your buttons a little further.
And you were right, Jun was just being annoying—as he usually is. Yesterday was exam day, and you had exceeded your own expectations, whereas Jun, well, you guys hadn’t really brought up his score yet. But, either way, it was your final exam and you were proud to have ended your last semester on a good note.
“Hey, if you wanna bond, you have to at least do the bare minimum and talk.” Jun ruffled your hair, and you mumbled profanities to yourself.
“Mr. Wen Junhui, respectfully, shut up.” You scoffed, patting your messy hair back into place. “Can we watch the new Little Mermaid movie? Please?”
“What? No! I thought we were watching Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse! You agreed to it!” He whined.
“No, we're watching the Little Mermaid and that’s that!”
“Aweeeee… How come you always get what you want?”
Wiping his hands with a cloth, Jun sighs as he sees his hands, yet again, sweaty. Today’s packing day—and technically, he’s not supposed to be moving yet, however, he has other plans.
He places the last of his boxes outside his and Minghao’s dorm, internally whining when he hears very familiar keys jingling, the noise more prominent each and every step.
Looking up, Jun sees someone he’d usually be more than elated to see—however, right now, he wishes they’d never cared for him in the first place. After all, this was the right thing to do.
“Huh, Junnie?” You stopped, with a somewhat confused and positive look on your face. God how he wishes that he’d never had to tell you. “Why’re you already moving? Are you really that eager—“
“Shut up with your teasing, I’m tired of it.” He bit my lip—did I really say that? “I’m not in the mood for any of your antics right now.”
Jun looks up from the boxes giving you an unfamiliar and more hostile look, watching your soft expression form into something more apprehensive. He wishes he didn’t have to do this, I wish I didn’t have to watch the beautiful laugh on her face fade.
You put your hand on his wrist, caressing the soft and supple skin with your thumb to calm him down, until he shoves you away and pulls back, that is.
“What?… Jun, why are you so hostile today, is something up? You know you could always tell me—“
“No, I told you to shut up. I don’t wanna tell you shit, and I won’t ever tell you shit again if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
You slowly back away, trying to hide the fact a huge lump in your throat was building, and that yout eyes were starting to water. This was what he wanted, it’s what you didn’t expect. It was better to hurt you now than to hurt you later.
“Just leave, I don’t wanna see your face again. Matter of fact—I’m moving to China, so I won’t have to see you ever again.”
“Huh?”
Jun coldly walks back into his dorm, slamming the door to emphasize his so-called hatred. Behind him, he hears yelling from you that he tried to ignore, but what you says really gets in his head.
“Okay, well fuck you too! I don’t even care if you're going to China, I don’t care about you!”
He rests his head on the wall and mumbles,
“乌云无语晕开 [The love I didn’t say then].”
Great, just great, you thought. You scrolled on Snapchat, and looked at everybody's stories. They were all a stupidly clear video of you and Jun arguing—captioned “The infamous couple, broken up?”
And even worse of all, everybody was contacting you to see if you were okay, everyone was claiming Jun was in the wrong, even though you knew damn well they’d probably been texting Jun earlier.
Throwing your phone down onto your bed just when you thought that call was gonna be the last of them, you feel vibration from under your bed’s covers. I wonder who it is this time, you thought.
Taking your phone hesitantly, your breath hitched for a second—it was Minghao.
Minghao was Jun’s best friend since childhood, brother from another mother, basically. And since you are, well, were Jun’s best friend, it wasn’t rare for you to bond at times when Jun wasn’t with you guys.
Minghao and you bonded about things that Jun wouldn’t understand half of the time. But it made him seem like an even more reliable friend, it made it seem like he didn’t stick around just because you were acquainted with Jun; but because you were a good person.
Which is why you were semi-surprised about seeing the incoming call from him, and equally as hesitant to pick it up. But, you didn’t want to ruin yet another friendship so, why not?
Silence rang through the line as you picked up the phone.
“Hey Jun. I’m gonna go use the bathroom, give me a second.”
You bit your lip. Oh he lives with Jun now, I figured. You shrugged it off, you knew Minghao wasn’t the type to secretly tell Jun all your secrets. Right?
“Okay, I’m sorry about that,” He whispered. “You know we live in an apartment together since we moved together, I mean, it’s logical. But I don’t want him to hear what you have to say.”
You hummed in response, hoping the phone would pick up the noise. “So, what exactly did you wanna ask me, Hao?”
“What exactly happened between you and Jun? One day, you guys are best friends who literally have toothbrushes in each other's dorms—and the next you guys are people who’ve never met!”
“Sorry, it’s just all so confusing to me. Jun’s acting more distant and I can’t stand it. And so are you, you would’ve called me by now.” Minghao audibly sighed through the phone.
“It might sound hypocritical but, I just came to check up on him while he’s moving a couple of boxes out. I start joking around, and he just seems to be pissed off with me and,“ A tear falls down your cheek. “He just says a bunch of shit like he doesn’t wanna see me again and he hates me, man, that stuck with me.”
You could hear the surprise in Minghao’s voice when he talks. “Oh, really? He’s been acting like he was the one who got wronged. I’m sorry that happened to you, ____.”
Your hand grew tired of holding the phone up to your ear, so you decided to plop on your bed, phone next to ear. “It’s fine really, Hao. You’re not at fault, you don’t even deserve to be caught up in all this.”
“____, listen.” It caught you by surprise he’d dropped the honorifics, but you didn’t show it. “It was my choice to get caught up in this drama you two have. I could’ve just not called you or ignored Jun.”
“Don’t put the blame on yourself. I know how close you were to Jun and just because you were close and you guys fell apart doesn’t mean it’s your fault. Hell, it’s Jun’s fault and I can admit it as his best friend.”
Choked sobs were heard through the line, and Minghao knew better than to keep talking. “Thank you Hao.” You whispered. “I think I need some time to think for myself though, I’ll call you later. Bye-bye.”
The line fell.
It’d been a couple of months since you and Jun stopped being friends. You had gotten over him, for the most part, of course you still thought of him from time to time and the thoughts would eat you up—you were still better than before, until today.
You were flipping through your favorite TV channels, great every single one’s on an ad break, you thought. And to your horror, the last one, which had usually had to do with modeling, design, photography, etc. had been airing a fashion week runway. And guess who was walking on that fucking runway.
Wen Junhui.
You felt your throat getting drier and drier by the second. However you sat felt uncomfortable, the temperature of the room felt humid and unbearable. Everything didn’t seem right.
His outfit seemed uncomfortable yet it suited his facial features so perfectly, and oh, he dyed his hair blonde? He looked so much more different, and the truth was, you were so fucking into it. You couldn’t bring yourself to switch the channels, you were just waiting for him to cycle back onto the runway to see his next outfit.
The next outfit looked ethereal on him. Since when did he have abs, and when did they get so toned? It was a bold choice for the stylists to not conceal his eyebags, you thought, but it made him so much more appealing and attractive, you hated to admit.
You decided to finally shut off the TV but now you were all hot and bothered. You thought it was ridiculous, ridiculous that you were all shaken up for an ex-best friend. For an ex-crush.
Throwing yourself on your bed, you sighed, rubbing your thighs. Opening Instagram, you searched up the familiar name of Wen Junhui. This is so wrong, you cried out.
Pulling down your shorts, you trailed your fingers up your shirt, down to your breasts, to your stomach and finally to where your panties sat. You moaned at how wet you were.
Two of your fingers dipped down into your sopping hole, and your eyes fluttered shut. Your mouth formed into an O and soft and quiet little gasps came from your mouth.
This is so wrong. So fucking wrong. And you knew it. There was a pit deep in your stomach, and no, it wasn’t the pit in your stomach that you’d normally get from pleasuring yourself. It was from guilt. Pure guilt.
You knew it was wrong, but you kept going, moans growing louder by each and every curl of your finger. Tears bubbling at your eyes, falling onto your pillow thinking if you guys had never argued that day, maybe it’d be his fingers in your pussy right now. Not your own.
“Junnie…” A nickname that now feels foreign slips past your lips, salty tears staining your lips much like a sign to not chant his name. With enough twists of your fingers, you manage to wrap yourself undone, chest rising up and falling back down with each breath.
Sitting up, you sighed. The reality of it all hit you like a truck. You’d never be able to see or talk to Jun ever again. Whether you liked it or not. He was a famous model and you were just some nerd who did graphic design for a living.
But even with all taken, it was still reasonable to have some hope. Right?
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Genre: Fluff, Smut, & Angst (Fluff will be more prominent as the parts progress)
Synopsis: In which you meet Wen Junhui, an exchange student from China, along the way of accomplishing your dreams. He was a great friend, but you got attached to him. Maybe a little too much.
Warning: Slowburn, arguing, explicit language, Jun gets a little hostile in said argument, masturbation, lots and lots and lots of reader second guessing herself D:
Taglist in the comments due to so much love and support :)
(Please let me know through asks or the comments if you’d like to be in the taglist, @s not mentioned are not able to be tagged ^3^)
You and Jun were a notorious duo—well, more like a rumored couple (which would most likely never happen), in many of your classes. You certainly didn’t mind the fake rumors, but he certainly did.
You plopped yourself on your couch next to your best friend, Junhui; and whilst doing so, you managed to spill a bit of the popcorn from the bowl in your grasp into Jun’s lap.
“____—“ He whined, much like a baby. “I told you you should’ve gotten a bigger bowl, or atleast look like you care that you ruined my favorite stay-at-home sweats with some cheap butter!”
You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes at him playfully, “Shut up you big baby,” Before you could get out the next pair of words, he flicked you square in the forehead. “Hey! Leave me alone Junnie, exams are over—this is my, no, our personal way of bonding.”
“Fine fine, just for the sake of bonding.” He sighed, putting emphasis on the ‘bonding’ just to push your buttons a little further.
And you were right, Jun was just being annoying—as he usually is. Yesterday was exam day, and you had exceeded your own expectations, whereas Jun, well, you guys hadn’t really brought up his score yet. But, either way, it was your final exam and you were proud to have ended your last semester on a good note.
“Hey, if you wanna bond, you have to at least do the bare minimum and talk.” Jun ruffled your hair, and you mumbled profanities to yourself.
“Mr. Wen Junhui, respectfully, shut up.” You scoffed, patting your messy hair back into place. “Can we watch the new Little Mermaid movie? Please?”
“What? No! I thought we were watching Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse! You agreed to it!” He whined.
“No, we're watching the Little Mermaid and that’s that!”
“Aweeeee… How come you always get what you want?”
Wiping his hands with a cloth, Jun sighs as he sees his hands, yet again, sweaty. Today’s packing day—and technically, he’s not supposed to be moving yet, however, he has other plans.
He places the last of his boxes outside his and Minghao’s dorm, internally whining when he hears very familiar keys jingling, the noise more prominent each and every step.
Looking up, Jun sees someone he’d usually be more than elated to see—however, right now, he wishes they’d never cared for him in the first place. After all, this was the right thing to do.
“Huh, Junnie?” You stopped, with a somewhat confused and positive look on your face. God how he wishes that he’d never had to tell you. “Why’re you already moving? Are you really that eager—“
“Shut up with your teasing, I’m tired of it.” He bit his lip—did I really say that? “I’m not in the mood for any of your antics right now.”
Jun looks up from the boxes giving you an unfamiliar and more hostile look, watching your soft expression form into something more apprehensive. He wishes he didn’t have to do this, I wish I didn’t have to watch the beautiful laugh on her face fade.
You put your hand on his wrist, caressing the soft and supple skin with your thumb to calm him down, until he shoves you away and pulls back, that is.
“What?… Jun, why are you so hostile today, is something up? You know you could always tell me—“
“No, I told you to shut up. I don’t wanna tell you shit, and I won’t ever tell you shit again if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
You slowly back away, trying to hide the fact a huge lump in your throat was building, and that yout eyes were starting to water. This was what he wanted, it’s what you didn’t expect. It was better to hurt you now than to hurt you later.
“Just leave, I don’t wanna see your face again. Matter of fact—I’m moving to China, so I won’t have to see you ever again.”
“Huh?”
Jun coldly walks back into his dorm, slamming the door to emphasize his so-called hatred. Behind him, he hears yelling from you that he tried to ignore, but what you says really gets in his head.
“Okay, well fuck you too! I don’t even care if you're going to China, I don’t care about you!”
He rests his head on the wall and mumbles,
“乌云无语晕开 [The love I didn’t say then].”
Great, just great, you thought. You scrolled on Snapchat, and looked at everybody's stories. They were all a stupidly clear video of you and Jun arguing—captioned “The infamous couple, broken up?”
And even worse of all, everybody was contacting you to see if you were okay, everyone was claiming Jun was in the wrong, even though you knew damn well they’d probably been texting Jun earlier.
Throwing your phone down onto your bed just when you thought that call was gonna be the last of them, you feel vibration from under your bed’s covers. I wonder who it is this time, you thought.
Taking your phone hesitantly, your breath hitched for a second—it was Minghao.
Minghao was Jun’s best friend since childhood, brother from another mother, basically. And since you are, well, were Jun’s best friend, it wasn’t rare for you to bond at times when Jun wasn’t with you guys.
Minghao and you bonded about things that Jun wouldn’t understand half of the time. But it made him seem like an even more reliable friend, it made it seem like he didn’t stick around just because you were acquainted with Jun; but because you were a good person.
Which is why you were semi-surprised about seeing the incoming call from him, and equally as hesitant to pick it up. But, you didn’t want to ruin yet another friendship so, why not?
Silence rang through the line as you picked up the phone.
“Hey Jun. I’m gonna go use the bathroom, give me a second.”
You bit your lip. Oh he lives with Jun now, I figured. You shrugged it off, you knew Minghao wasn’t the type to secretly tell Jun all your secrets. Right?
“Okay, I’m sorry about that,” He whispered. “You know we live in an apartment together since we moved together, I mean, it’s logical. But I don’t want him to hear what you have to say.”
You hummed in response, hoping the phone would pick up the noise. “So, what exactly did you wanna ask me, Hao?”
“What exactly happened between you and Jun? One day, you guys are best friends who literally have toothbrushes in each other's dorms—and the next you guys are people who’ve never met!”
“Sorry, it’s just all so confusing to me. Jun’s acting more distant and I can’t stand it. And so are you, you would’ve called me by now.” Minghao audibly sighed through the phone.
“It might sound hypocritical but, I just came to check up on him while he’s moving a couple of boxes out. I start joking around, and he just seems to be pissed off with me and,“ A tear falls down your cheek. “He just says a bunch of shit like he doesn’t wanna see me again and he hates me, man, that stuck with me.”
You could hear the surprise in Minghao’s voice when he talks. “Oh, really? He’s been acting like he was the one who got wronged. I’m sorry that happened to you, ____.”
Your hand grew tired of holding the phone up to your ear, so you decided to plop on your bed, phone next to ear. “It’s fine really, Hao. You’re not at fault, you don’t even deserve to be caught up in all this.”
“____, listen.” It caught you by surprise he’d dropped the honorifics, but you didn’t show it. “It was my choice to get caught up in this drama you two have. I could’ve just not called you or ignored Jun.”
“Don’t put the blame on yourself. I know how close you were to Jun and just because you were close and you guys fell apart doesn’t mean it’s your fault. Hell, it’s Jun’s fault and I can admit it as his best friend.”
Choked sobs were heard through the line, and Minghao knew better than to keep talking. “Thank you Hao.” You whispered. “I think I need some time to think for myself though, I’ll call you later. Bye-bye.”
The line fell.
It’d been a couple of months since you and Jun stopped being friends. You had gotten over him, for the most part, of course you still thought of him from time to time and the thoughts would eat you up—you were still better than before, until today.
You were flipping through your favorite TV channels, great every single one’s on an ad break, you thought. And to your horror, the last one, which had usually had to do with modeling, design, photography, etc. had been airing a fashion week runway. And guess who was walking on that fucking runway.
Wen Junhui.
You felt your throat getting drier and drier by the second. However you sat felt uncomfortable, the temperature of the room felt humid and unbearable. Everything didn’t seem right.
His outfit seemed uncomfortable yet it suited his facial features so perfectly, and oh, he dyed his hair blonde? He looked so much more different, and the truth was, you were so fucking into it. You couldn’t bring yourself to switch the channels, you were just waiting for him to cycle back onto the runway to see his next outfit.
The next outfit looked ethereal on him. Since when did he have abs, and when did they get so toned? It was a bold choice for the stylists to not conceal his eyebags, you thought, but it made him so much more appealing and attractive, you hated to admit.
You decided to finally shut off the TV but now you were all hot and bothered. You thought it was ridiculous, ridiculous that you were all shaken up for an ex-best friend. For an ex-crush.
Throwing yourself on your bed, you sighed, rubbing your thighs. Opening Instagram, you searched up the familiar name of Wen Junhui. This is so wrong, you cried out.
Pulling down your shorts, you trailed your fingers up your shirt, down to your breasts, to your stomach and finally to where your panties sat. You moaned at how wet you were.
Two of your fingers dipped down into your sopping hole, and your eyes fluttered shut. Your mouth formed into an O and soft and quiet little gasps came from your mouth.
This is so wrong. So fucking wrong. And you knew it. There was a pit deep in your stomach, and no, it wasn’t the pit in your stomach that you’d normally get from pleasuring yourself. It was from guilt. Pure guilt.
You knew it was wrong, but you kept going, moans growing louder by each and every curl of your finger. Tears bubbling at your eyes, falling onto your pillow thinking if you guys had never argued that day, maybe it’d be his fingers in your pussy right now. Not your own.
“Junnie…” A nickname that now feels foreign slips past your lips, salty tears staining your lips much like a sign to not chant his name. With enough twists of your fingers, you manage to wrap yourself undone, chest rising up and falling back down with each breath.
Sitting up, you sighed. The reality of it all hit you like a truck. You’d never be able to see or talk to Jun ever again. Whether you liked it or not. He was a famous model and you were just some nerd who did graphic design for a living.
But even with all taken, it was still reasonable to have some hope. Right?
imagine reader playing overwatch 2 w/ wonu, reader pockets him as mercy while he plays widow n he’s on his pc sitting in his chair manspreading n ur on his lap playing on switch—best duo EVER :( im going to CRY. please.
okay sorry about the HUGE delay silent boarding gate literally said it’d be finished late june but i had something going (writers block haha)—SO i shall keep working on it, promise i’ll make it extra spicy… just for u guys
SERIES SYNOPSIS: The fabric of the universe wasn’t something to be messed with. You and Miguel learned that the hard way.
pairing: miguel o’hara x female!reader
chapter summary: Messing with time and space to save someone you loved had seemed right, it had seemed necessary in your state of overwhelming grief. But your actions were cataclysmic, leading to you not only lose him, but also everything else you had ever known and loved.
includes: 8.4k words. slow burn! angst, then fluff. miguel’s pov. your backstory told through flashbacks in your pov. vivid descriptions of your universe being destroyed, major themes of guilt for being the cause, might be heavy. more banter & flirting! lyla is a GEM. miguel picks you up bridal style teehee.
series masterlist. I miguel masterlist. | gif credit.
Your leg bounced under the table, eyes staring absentmindedly at your own shaky hands as you toyed with your empanada, picking it apart like a child.
You were nervous, Miguel could tell that much.
Something about you had always been intangible. You were a silent traveler, staying under the radar, causing no apparent harm. Which made you all that harder for him to catch.
You were always slipping away quietly. Doing little and making no notion to indicate that you knew you were being followed.
Miguel hadn’t even known you were aware of his pursuit of you until you flat-out asked him why he had been stalking you.
Stalking was a bold term, in his eyes.
He had just followed you everywhere. Made Lyla keep tabs on your behavior and clues he found that alluded to your past. Oversaw every move of yours he could detect.
(Alright, so maybe stalking wasn’t so far-off.)
In the six months he had spent trying to track you down, he often heard your slew of curses through his computer monitors and caught glimpses of your silhouette in brief footage surveillance drones provided, but it wasn’t until he found a bag that you left behind when leaving a universe in haste that he got an idea of what you looked like.
(He didn’t exactly blame you for leaving so soon, that universe was one trapped in a perpetual state of war. Still, your tendency to slide away right under his nose was incredibly annoying.)
He had rummaged through the bag, finding that it was empty, save for a muted lilac cardigan, a half-filled sketchbook, and an Alchemax ID card.
Your Alchemax ID card.
Dr. Y/n L/n – Earth-19’s only survivor. A young woman whose face had been beaming on the card; eyes bright, innocence intact.
He observed your face now.
You looked older, he noted. (Or, maybe just more tired). Your eyes were dimmer, hollow as if they were missing something.
His gaze dropped to your mouth as you dug your teeth into your lower lip (Another nervous habit, he supposed.) It wasn’t until you darted your tongue out to lick your lips that he realized he was staring.
Miguel forced his eyes away. (What was he doing?)
With a firm clearing of his throat, he let his eyes fall anywhere but on you. “You were saying?”
You were quick to nod, eyes snapping up from your food. “Oh, yeah, right– my story– but first–”
Oh, of course. You just had to be difficult.
“You need to tell me why the hell Spiderman had to follow me from dimension to dimension.”
Miguel let out a groan, feeling his patience wear thinner and thinner with every moment he spent in your presence. He didn’t have time for this, he really didn’t.
“I asked you first.”
“I asked you second.”
“¡Dios! Eres un dolor en el culo– Look.” He jabbed a frustrated finger your way. “I don't have all day to put up with your nonsense. Tell me what you know. Now.”
You hummed, tapping a finger on the table before making a vague gesture with your arm. “If you don’t answer my question? No.”
Miguel let out a growl, pouncing up from his seat to seize your wrist, the other hand clawing into the surface of the table. You let out a yelp, eyes slowly dragging upward as the breadth of his frame loomed over you. He could feel the fear emanating off of you, coming off in troves. The look in his eyes was probably terrifying, the strength he possessed over your smaller (Much weaker.) frame even more so.
He could see you try to cage the fear inside of you by forcing on a brave face, but your voice betrayed you as you snatched your wrist back with one swift move, coming out barely a whisper.
“God, this isn’t easy, okay.”
He sank back into his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Nothing with you ever is, is it?”
You managed a half glare and Miguel sighed. “How about we make a deal, Doctor? You tell me your story, and I’ll tell you mine.”
You hummed, considering his words. “Fine,” You concluded. “but under one condition.”
“You are hardly in any position to be bargaining.”
“I think I am, considering that I have something you want very dearly.”
“Don’t make m–”
“Make you what?” You all but scoffed, eyes challenging him. “I think we both know that if you wanted me hurt or dead, I would have been so already.”
He let out a deep sigh. You were right. And he hated it.
“What’s this condition of yours?”
Your voice was smug.
“You have to take me for a swing through the city. No thinking about it, just a flat-out guarantee.”
This woman–
He was about to curse you out (In English this time, so you’d understand him), but then you leaned across the table, catching him off guard. You held out a hand in front of him; tired eyes dancing with mischief, lips curling into an enticing smile.
He realized he was staring (Again.) when you raised a brow, breaking his trance.
“Well, do we have a deal or what?” Miguel didn’t bother holding back his scowl as he shook your hand quickly, feeling his face warm. “Fine. Deal. Now get on with it. I don’t have–”
You rolled your eyes, sinking back into your seat. “Yeah, yeah, you ‘don’t have all day’” You lowered your voice and placed your hands on your hips, face scrunching up into an angry frown as you repeated his earlier phrase.
His scowl deepened. “I do not sound like that.”
You almost laughed. “Sure, tough guy. Now, do you wanna hear it or not?”
Miguel bit back the urge to snap at you by stuffing his face with an empanada.
You chuckled lightly at the sight, and he watched that humorful expression fade as you brought both of your elbows to rest on the table, hands once again moving to absentmindedly play with your food.
“It all started three years ago, with my friend…” Your voice was fond, dampened with a certain sadness. “Peter.”
Miguel’s expression shifted with familiarity. So, you had your own version of Peter Parker. He took another bite out of his food, watching as you hauled out a long sigh.
“Pete had been proposing this project for almost a year, and right when we least expected it,” You smiled to yourself as if you were reliving the memory. “it was approved.”
EARTH-19 — HUDSON VALLEY, NEW YORK
Your best friend was once again obsessing over something you couldn’t fully understand even if you tried.
(Okay, that statement was untrue, but you couldn’t be blamed for never having been too fond of math and physics. It was quite boresome.)
“Chaos theory is incredible, Doc. If I could get a doctorate in one thing, it would be this,”
You walked ahead and swiped your keycard, Pushing open one of Alchemax’s double doors as you spoke with a slight laugh. “That’s not really how it works, Pete.”
“Eh, technicalities.” He scrolled through his phone for a quick second before letting out a soft ‘Aha!’. “Look– here’s an arbitrary definition that you’ll understand–”
You smacked the back of his head lightly, almost knocking his glasses off as a disbelieving laugh left your lips. “You did not just say that!”
“Ow- yes,” He said, rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his dark curls in the process. “I did. Now listen! It’s– and I quote– ‘A branch of mathematics that deals with complex systems whose behavior is greatly sensitive to even the slightest changes. So much so that even small altercations give rise to exceedingly great consequences.’ How cool is that?!”
“Hm,” you tapped your chin thoughtfully. “Sounds just like all the other boring shit you’re into.”
Peter rammed his elbow into your arm, “I cannot believe we’re friends.”
You let out a yelp, kneading your arm. “I agree. Every day I see you and I question my life choices.”
“Oh, please. We both know I’m an absolute joy.” Peter scoffed.
“More like an absolute pain in th–”
“Do not make me smack you.”
You batted your lashes mockingly, placing a hand over your mouth as you gasped theatrically. “Oh, shiver me timbers, I’m sooo scared.”
He tried to keep that stern, angry face on, but that resolve was quick to drop as he snickered. It quickly turned to a full-on laugh and you soon followed. (It wasn’t even that funny, but you supposed laughter was contagious with the people you loved.)
“God, you’re such a child,” Peter managed between wheezes. You were laughing too hard to come up with a witty response, so you settled with something plain and simple. “Oh, fuck you.”
You both calmed down and you looked up at Peter with a smile still on your face.
“Hey, wanna grab some takeout before we leave tonight? Oh, we should get MJ those dumplings she loves, too!”
“Does that mean I get to talk about my latest obsession as much as I want?”
“Oh, hell no–”
“C’mon, it’s interesting, I promise!”
“I’d rather hear you give me a three hour long lecture on the impact Legos have had on human history again!”
The pointless fight continued the entire walk down the hallway, despite both of you knowing that you would listen to him regardless, just as he always listened to you whenever you’d freak out over your favorite novels or T.V. shows. It was the sort of sibling banter that made you feel like you did have family, even if it wasn’t by blood.
You walked into your office, sitting down at your respective desks. You were about to get a jumpstart into whatever work you had to do today when the booming sound of your boss’ voice echoed through the room.
“Parker! Get to my office– now! And bring the girl with you!”
Your eye twitched as you fought the urge to hurl your office chair at him. (Warren fucking Bates. What a sexist piece of shit. No wonder his wife left him.)
You suppressed the chuckle bubbling up at your own cruel thought. It was mean, but he kinda deserved it.
“Oh,” He yelled again. “and tell ‘er to bring me a coffee!”
You grit your teeth. (You lied–he really deserved it.)
Peter mouthed a ‘sorry’ and you waved him off, knowing that Warren was a lost cause. Even after working with him for almost two years and being the most academically qualified person on every team as well as always delivering outstanding results, he probably still respected the subway rats more than you. And what– because you were his only female employee? Please.
With a bitter sigh, you trudged into the lounge to fill that balding piece of ass a cup of coffee. (You wished you had laced it with poison.)
Your heels clicked lightly against the floor as you walked into his office, setting the cup on his desk harshly as you slid into the seat next to Peter, crossing one leg over the other and folding your hands neatly in your lap.
Doing a little spin in his chair, Warren turned to your friend with a wide grin, freshly lit cigarette between his teeth. (Wasn’t this a no-smoke zone? This man led a lab and didn’t abide by the safety protocols. Incredible.).
“Boy, have I got some great news for ya, Parker.”
Peter was nervous, you could tell by the way he bounced his leg (A habit you ended up picking up over the years), but his voice came out smooth. “Gee, boss, you know I’ve been waiting for a raise.”
The man guffawed, slamming a hand onto the smooth black of his desk. “The boy has jokes! Seriously though, you’re gonna love this.” He slapped a stack of papers in front of you both before blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Congrats, kid. The project was approved.”
Peter’s jaw went slack. “You’re joking.”
“It’s your lucky day, Parker! The higher-ups thought it was… promising. Made you lead and everything– under my supervision, of course. – but, still, this is big! Treat yourself to a beer tonight.”
Your friend laughed nervously. “Oh, I don’t drink.”
Warren let out another roaring laugh. “All men drink, Parker, it’s the way of life. Now, your lady friend here might not, and that’s understandable– gotta keep herself healthy for kids and such y’know.” He whispered the last part obnoxiously loud, and you wished you could punt the man into the sun.
(You would go home and drink an entire pack of beer tonight. Out of spite. You were gonna do it.)
Your boss laughed as if his sexist jab was the joke of the century and you could see Peter, who was normally nervous around Warren, twisting his face in anger. You cleared your throat, not wanting him to get in trouble for your sake, especially not when what he had been working so hard for just got approved. “If you called us down here to tell us Peter’s project was approved, why didn’t you call him by himself?”
“Well, I was in the mood for a coffee,”
This motherfucker–
“And…” He let out a bored sigh. “The higher-ups have asked you to be Parker’s right hand in this. Don’t ask me why– I have no idea why they’d pick you–”
“Maybe because I’m competent. And I have the necessary qualifications.”
“Or ‘cause you’ve got a pretty face and you know us guys, we’ll do anything to impress a pretty lady.”
God, this man was really just begging to be punched in the face.
You smiled tightly, fist clenched in your lap. “If that’s all, I think we’ll both take our leave.”
Peter nodded stiffly next to you as he got up from his seat, grabbing the papers and holding a hand out for the sake of politeness. “Really appreciate this, Warren. Thanks.”
Your boss shook his hand firmly. “Not a problem, Parker. You’ve got some real talent. Get to work on it ASAP! We’ve got a deadline on that one.”
Peter gave him a half-hearted salute and followed your angry steps out of Warren’s office. The minute he heard the door click shut behind you, he wiped his hand on his slacks with a grimace and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you walked back to your desks. “I’m sorry.”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Two damn years, Peter! And you think he’d respect me even a little. I’ve never messed up, always gone above and beyond, I just–” You let out a sound of exasperation and Peter gave your arm a squeeze. “I know, I know.”
“I hope he gets run over,”
“Ah, yes, that’s a lovely visual.”
“Or mauled to death by a rabid bear.”
Peter faked a wince, hissing lightly. “Oh, now that one’s a little graphic.”
You let out a breath of a laugh and nudged his arm lightly. “Anyway, congrats, Pete. I know you’ve been proposing that for almost a year now.”
He smiled to himself, looking down at the papers as if to check if it was real. “I know! This is gonna be amazing. We’re gonna win a Nobel prize or something.”
You felt a smile of your own forming as an idea came to mind. “Hey, forget cheap takeout, how would you and MJ feel about coming over and having dinner – made by yours truly – at my place tonight? To celebrate!”
“Man, you can cook now?!”
“Oh my gosh, I set the stove on fire once! Just once! And I have a very logical explanation for what happened. It wasn’t even my fault, the stupid timer was broken! See, if that rinky-dink piece of crap machinery did what it was supposed to do, my pasta would have been perfectly fine. Besides, I’d deem it a productive experience, I did get to learn how to use a fire extinguisher. Also, the food wasn’t even that bad! It was just… a little crisp…”
“Crispy pasta. Everyone’s favorite.”
“I– God, you better not tell MJ about that!”
“Who says she doesn’t already know…”
You gave him a light shove, pushing him away from you with a scoff. “That’s it. Friendship over. Enemyhood has begun.”
“I highly doubt ‘enemyhood’ is a real wor–”
“Shush up and let me be dramatic in peace! Or I’ll burn your food tonight on purpose.”
“And what about MJ’s?”
“She gets only the loveliest I can offer.”
“When we build this damn machine, I’m sending you to the farthest universe I can.”
You gasped, placing a hand over your heart. “You would never…”
Peter would have normally continued the bickering, saying something like ‘Try me’, but this time, he spoke with a certain softness as he threw an arm around you again.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t.” You looked up at him with a smile, feeling your heart warm. He then pulled away, face splitting into an ecstatic beam that you couldn’t help but mirror. “Now c’mon! Hurry! I want to get started on this right away, Doc. Mark my words– we’re gonna change the world.”
EARTH-928 — NUEVA YORK
“The project was to build a machine that would grant its user travel through the theorized, now proven to exist, multiverse.” You described, pausing your story to take a small bite out of your food.
Miguel pursed his lips. “I thought your doctorate was in Genetics. Why would you be asked to work on that?”
That was enough to elicit a snort from you. “Who said I only have one?”
Now that was something. More than one doctorate, yet you looked young, probably in your late twenties. It was an impressive feat, but he would rather die than admit that to your face.
(You were already smug enough as it was, he did not need to feed into your act.)
Feeling your eyes watching him like a hawk, he made a nonchalant gesture with his hand, faking indifference. “Go on,”
A self-satisfied smile found its way to your face and he knew he had failed to seem unaffected.
“Well, just in case you were curious, most of my degrees are in the Biological Sciences, so you wouldn’t be wrong to question my assignment. Alchemax did pride itself on having employees with a wide range of skills, though. I was specifically given the job to ensure bodily stability given that a jump was made.”
He said nothing. Why hadn’t he thought of that? That was a hurdle he himself had to overcome when inventing the device around his wrist.
You took another quick bite of your food before continuing.
“Anyway, we threw everything into that project. I cared about it, I mean it was the first big project I had really worked on, but Peter? He made it his whole life. He gave up so much for it, and in the end, his efforts paid off. The machine was fully functional in a little under a year.”
A heavy exhale then rattled out of your lungs.
“I was its first user, and it… didn’t really work the way we had planned.”
Miguel quirked up a brow.
“It didn’t take me to another dimension, it took me to different times in our own universe.”
His eyes widened.
“We were ecstatic, don’t get me wrong!” You half-heartedly smiled. “Even if we weren’t traveling to other universes, we had invented freaking time travel. If you want a basic description, there was a chamber that sent us to different points in time and we brought along a handheld device to bring us back to our present. We changed the world, just like Peter said we would. We were showered in praise for our outstanding achievement, and we had a huge unveiling… It… it was spectacular. Nothing good ever lasts forever, though.”
A dry laugh left your lips as you said the last part and your face hardened, weighed down by something Miguel could only denote as grief.
“There… there was an accident. An explosion, and I thought Peter was running late to work that day, but it turned out he was the one building the damn thing that exploded.” You laughed humorlessly. “Imagine my surprise when I found his body, buried under the rubble.”
A lone tear rolled down your face.
“I can barely remember what followed. I’d known him since before I could walk, he was practically my brother, and then he was just… gone. I was excused from work and all that, and after two weeks, I mustered enough courage to visit the radioactive site where he died. I guess I thought if I could bring myself to face it, letting him go would be easier, but it was just a huge slap in the face. I broke down, but then I realized… I literally had a time machine.”
You looked up, meeting Miguel’s eyes. “I’m sure you can guess what I did next.”
He had a hunch. “You traveled back to save him.”
A dry chuckle came out of you. “Bullseye.”
EARTH-19 — QUEENS, NEW YORK
You were about to give up.
You had done this for MJ. For May, for Ben. You were doing this for them, not just yourself.
After making multiple jumps with the machine – some to the distant past, some to the far future – with none of them taking you to where (or when) you wanted, you were beginning to lose faith that your crazy plan would work.
Maybe you would have to let them down. Let yourself down.
You made what you promised was going to be your final jump, eyes falling to the hand-held device in your hands as your eyes skimmed over its readings, hopes low.
3:45 AM, the day before your best friend died.
You laughed to yourself in disbelief.
It worked! You did it! You were going to save him!
In a frenzy, you called a taxi, shoving the device into your lab coat’s pocket as you made your way to his and MJ’s apartment. It had been pouring, but you didn’t care that your clothes were soaking wet. You rang his doorbell frantically, biting your lip nervously.
He had to be here. He had to be okay.
The door swung open, and your eyes welled up with tears. There he was, alive and breathing, wearing the stupid cat patterned fuzzy bathrobe you and MJ bought him one Christmas as a joke.
“Y/n? What the hell are you doing here? It’s, like, four in the morning.”
Your lower lip trembled and you let out a cry, jumping up to give him a hug. He staggered back for a moment, his brows scrunching up with worry before returning your embrace, “Hey, hey, woah. Did something happen? Are you okay? God, you’re soaking.”
MJ came from behind, yawning before her worried green eyes met yours. “Y/n? What’re you doing here, what’s wrong? Why are you all wet, were you in the rain?” You pulled away from Peter and looked at his long-term girlfriend.
She had been a wreck after Peter died, even if she didn’t want you to know. You remembered how sunken-in her eyes had been, how a cloud of grief and emptiness seemed to follow her wherever she went. She had put on a strong face for you. Hugging you tight and letting you cry in her arms only to do the same alone in her bathroom where she thought you wouldn’t hear her.
You choked out a soft sob and enveloped your arms around her next, giving her a tight squeeze. She didn’t deserve that pain. She hugged you back and whispered for Peter to shut the front door before gently sitting you down at the head of their small dining table.
She didn’t leave your side and neither did Peter. You sniffled and looked at both of them before breaking down. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner, I should’ve used my head, I’m so so sorry.”
MJ rubbed your back and Peter’s voice was gentle as he spoke to you. “Did someone hurt you? What’s the matter?” MJ was quick to add on. “You know we’re always here for you, right?”
You cried harder. In their eyes, you had always been something like a younger sister, someone they had looked out and cared for. They always made sure you knew that you would never be alone, that they were always there (Unlike your actual family.), but those words were challenged.
They wouldn’t always be there if Peter was dead. If MJ drowned herself in sorrow that she forced herself to hide (For your sake. Because she loved you.)
MJ walked into the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water in her hands. “Here, drink some.” You calmed down a little, shaky hands reaching out for the glass, bringing it up for a small sip.
“Thanks, MJ.” Your voice was meek, and she smiled at you gently. “Of course.”
Peter took a seat in the chair next to yours and whispered something to MJ as you took another sip. She nodded and disappeared into one of their rooms, coming back with a towel in hand a few moments later. “Here, get yourself dry, and then we’ll talk, okay? I left some of my clothes in the bathroom for you.”
You got up from your seat with a small nod and took the towel.
You peeled the wet clothes off of your body and carefully pulled out the device and set it on the sink counter before putting on MJ’s clothes. After putting on pants and a shirt, you smiled down at the lilac cardigan MJ gave you before shrugging it on. She knew it was your favorite color.
You gave your face a small rinse and squeezed the water out of your hair before walking out with the tablet in hand, taking a seat before offering them both a small smile. MJ returned the expression and so did Peter before his eyes fell to the device in your hands. “Hey, why do you have that?”
You sucked in a breath before explaining everything. Explaining how you came here from the future, how Peter died, how whatever he had been working on exploded, how everyone was such a mess after– how you were such a mess after.
You were in the middle of explaining that you came back to save him when the device started beeping.
Warnings upon warnings flashed across the screen. You looked down at it with confused eyes, “What’s going o–”
That was when you heard screaming coming from outside.
The three of you went over to a window, and amidst the calming storm, you saw building after building being swallowed into the Earth. Watched people begin to… disintegrate.
MJ cupped a hand over her mouth and you stared, utterly horrified.
Peter snapped you out of your trance, shaking your shoulders violently. “You need to listen to me. How many jumps did you make?”
“Wha…? I…”
“How many, Y/n?”
“I-I don’t know, I just kept jumping back and forth, I didn’t know how to dial the settings perfectly so that I’d end up where I wanted, you always handled that, remember? M-maybe I made a couple dozen? I–”
“Shit!”
“Peter?” You were beginning to feel dread pool in your stomach. “What–”
“Quick, we need to get to the lab, maybe we can still fix it.”
Before you could even comprehend, Peter was already rushing to the door, grabbing a coat off of the coat hanger. MJ followed behind him, voice both confused and terrified. “Peter, what’s going on?”
You trailed behind her, just as confused, and Peter tossed you one of his coats before placing gentle hands over MJ’s shoulders. “I don’t have time to explain, but I promise you, we are going to try to fix this, okay?”
She stared at him for a brief moment before giving him a quick hug, pulling back to allow him to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Okay.”
Peter smiled at her and opened his front door with urgency, gesturing for you to follow. “I’ll explain in the car, Y/n, we have to hurry.”
And explain he did.
By the time you reached the lab, you felt so many things at once that it all blurred together to form a numb sensation in your chest.
You had underestimated the consequences of what you had done, making all those jumps back and forth, and now… now you were here.
Peter and you had stormed into the room that housed your time machine, and sure enough, it was beeping and flashing with warnings just as your hand-held device was. The two of you messed around with it frantically, trying to get a read on the situation and figure out what was going to happen, but it was to no avail.
For all the genius you had – being a good two and a half years younger and still in the same grade as your best friend, accumulating multiple degrees over your career, working your ass off to get the job you had secured at Alchemax – you had still been naive. Stupid.
There were tears– quantum holes ripping into the very making of your reality. You had underestimated the momentous consequences that could follow after tampering even the slightest bit with a medium as delicate as space and time.
(Had you heard that somewhere before? You couldn’t remember. All you could think of was that you had royally fucked everything up.)
But before you could beat yourself up any further, Peter said he had an idea.
An idea that could fix this, fix everything.
He took you to the small, isolated lab deep in the woods that surrounded the Alchemax compound– the one where the explosion that killed him took place.
He threw some stuff into a bag before shoving it into your hands as he urged you into the room hurriedly.
“Here, hold this, and just follow me, okay? We don’t have much time, just get in here. It won’t explode this time, I think I know what I did wrong for it to malfunction, c’mon.”
Before you could even question what he was doing, he pushed into a chamber that was part of the machine, shutting the strong glass door on you.
“Pete, what the hell?”
You hit the glass surface of the door once with the flat of your palm.
Bang.
An uncertain laugh slipped past your lips. “Peter,” Your eyes squinted and your neck craned up, trying to follow his movements. He was clicking away at buttons, zoned out the way he always was when he… when he was up to something.
“Peter, what are you doing, man?”
Bang.
“Let me out, this isn’t funny.”
An automated voice rang high and clear, cutting straight through you.
“ϟ OPENING INTERDIMENSIONAL PORTAL…ϟ”
Interdimensional…
“ ϟ STABILIZING IN FIVE, ϟ ”
“Peter?” Your voice was uneasy. “Pete, what are you–”
“ ϟ FOUR, ϟ ”
No.
He wouldn’t…
Your heart fell into a pit of dread. He was.
“ ϟ THREE, ϟ ”
“Peter! Peter, let me out! Let me out right now, please, you don’t have to do this!”
You cried out for him over and over, pleading with him even when your voice began to rasp as you pounded against the glass.
He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t.
Bang, bang, bang.
“ ϟ TWO, ϟ ”
“I’m sorry! Peter, please, just listen to me! We can fix this, we can fix this together!”
Your fists were growing manic. You clawed against the glass foolishly, knowing it would do nothing. (Desperation was funny. It made you do stupid things to feel like you were doing something, anything at all.)
BangBangBangBangBang.
“Don’t send me away, please, don’t!” You were a mess. A screaming, deranged mess. “I know fucked up, and I’m sorry! I am so so sorry! Pete, please, let me stay with you! Let me stay with you guys! Peter!”
His state of unfazed focus broke, and he finally turned to meet your eyes. “You tried saving me once,” He murmured, giving you a half smile. You hated how his voice calmed you down, made you stop going berserk. A humorless whiff of air left his nostrils. “It’s only fair that I try and save you, too.”
He eyed you as you heaved in big breaths, hopelessly trying to latch onto enough air to be able to speak again. He pressed a hand over the glass, gaze not leaving yours. His eyes were soft, kind, mirthy with a certain grim acceptance.
(The acceptance of his fate.)
“Keep the bag with you, okay? And don’t forget, I love you. We all do.”
“Please,” You begged. He wasn’t listening to you, why wasn’t he listening? Your voice was fragile, barely a croak. “Pete,”
“ Goodbye, Doc.”
“ ϟ ONE. ϟ ”
You never got to say goodbye back. You never got to curse him out for what he did. You never got to tell him that you loved him too, that he was the family you never had.
Before you could even begin to process your best friend’s words (His last words.), a silent scream broke from your lungs as your atoms were thrust into no man’s land, splitting and recombining over and over as you travelled through interdimensional space.
Finally, you wound up on another world, body slamming full force into what felt like the grating, unforgiving texture of concrete. You heard your bones snap, felt your limbs twist. You watched blood begin to pool beneath you slowly.
You could barely feel anything, it was like someone had taken all the cotton in the world and used it to muffle your senses. Your head rang, but you were still conscious enough to remember one thing.
The bag.
Carefully, you forced yourself to your knees, your muscles crying out with every small movement.
You bit the inside of your cheek as you reached out for it, unzipping it at a frustratingly slow speed. The soft glow of a device left on caught your attention and you pulled it out. You didn’t bother holding back the whimper that shook out of you.
It was one of Alchemax’s surveillance tablets. One that showed flashes of areas inside and outside of the compound, as well as areas throughout New York City. Through brief views from different cameras, you pieced together what could only be defined as true, absolute chaos unfolding.
(What had you done? What the hell had you just done?)
The sky was crumbling, caving in on itself. The faces of the people you loved were being wiped from existence. The distant sound of their helpless screams sounding from the tablet’s cheap speakers tore straight through your chest.
(Everyone was dying. Everyone.)
You watched your world turn to dust from afar– horrified, paralyzed, knowing only one thing for certain: it was all your fault.
(But you didn’t… you didn’t mean to…)
The world began to blur, your vision split in two.
(It was still your fault.)
Your eyes remained rooted to the device– even as the cries for help coming from it faded to nothing but a dull buzz. Even when all the faces, some that you recognized and some that you didn’t, began to blend into one. You forced yourself to watch.
(It was all your fault, your fault, your fault.)
The words were a ceaseless torment.
Worming into your brain, running in and out of your ears, circling around you in a way that made your head spin. Your hands pressed harshly over your ears, nails digging into your scalp as you let out a strangled cry.
The ear-splitting sound kept coming out of you, threads of saliva that stretched across your agape mouth split in two as your wail grew louder and louder. It felt like your vocal cords were being torn by the very fibers of their making, but you didn’t care.
And you didn’t stop.
Not when you choked back on your own violent sobs, not when your body began convulsing with panic, not even when you felt a disgusting mixture of snot and tears collect on your face.
Everything you had ever known, ever loved, ever hated. All those people, all those lives. All of it was gone and there was no one to blame but you.
EARTH-928 — NUEVA YORK
Furious tears were now streaming down your cheeks.
“He saved me. He had still been hung up on traveling the multiverse – I should’ve known – and he used his prototype to try to save me.”
Your voice was quiet.
“I-I didn’t mean for any of it to happen, I just wanted to save him. If I had known all of that would happen, I would have never done it. Never. Not in a million years.”
You wiped at your tears harshly, sniffling as you took a deep breath in.
“Y’know the worst part?” The question was rhetorical. “It was all for nothing. I ended up losing him for good, anyway. Along with everything else. All those people died because I couldn’t cope with his death. God, it sounds pathetic just coming out of my mouth.”
Miguel said nothing, processing what you had just told him.
The cause of Earth-19’s demise… was sitting right in front of him.
You were the sole survivor of a universe that you had destroyed. Intentionally or not– you had demolished that world, laid those billions of lives to waste, devastated an entire dimension.
(The story was achingly familiar.)
You bit your lip nervously. “I’m-I’m sorry. I know I’m a monster for what I did and… and...”
You let out an exhausted sigh, leaving your sentence unfinished, mumbling something under your breath. Miguel wouldn’t have heard if it weren’t for his enhanced senses.
“God, I should have died there with them.”
Miguel felt his chest tighten. (He knew the feeling.)
Tense silence wafted into the air and you cut into it with a forceful watery laugh, rubbing the flat of your palms on your thighs nervously. You didn’t seem to bide well with quietness.
“You know, I'm really surprised you aren’t running away right now, Spiderman. I just admitted to destroying my entire world.”
Miguel’s mind drifted to Gabriella.
To the way his daughter had been there in his arms– still alive, still with him, and then… gone.
(Just like everything else. Because of him.)
He shut his eyes briefly, taking in a deep breath before opening them again. He would not let the tears fall. Not here. Not now.
“It’s not all that uncommon in my line of work to see such things happen.”
“Ah.”
Neither of you said anything more until Miguel changed the subject. “You mentioned your arrival to the new dimension being painful,”
“Oh, yeah.” You sniffled quickly, straightening yourself as you spoke. “Um, pretty sure I broke two bones in my arm and had a decent-sized cut running down my leg. Also probably had a minor concussion.”
“Right,” Miguel grimaced slightly. “I’m assuming that means Peter’s machine wasn’t transported with you.”
You nodded.
“How were you able to jump to other dimensions afterward?”
“Well, Peter left some schematics in that bag along with meticulous notes on how to build a smaller version of his machine– I’m pretty sure that was his goal with the device. Create something small, but powerful. He left some stuff in the bag along with the tablet to provide additional parts. Still, there were some things he didn’t give me, and I was stranded in an unfamiliar place, so I had to make do with what I could find. After I got some much-needed medical attention, I got straight to work.”
You reached into your coat and pulled out a sleek, tablet-like device, setting it out in front of you.
Miguel raised a brow, meeting your eyes. “This is what you’ve been using to make those jumps?”
“Yep.”
“What about your atomic-molecular stability, your cells should be decaying, how are you not–”
“Glitching?” You finished, and he gave you a nod.
“I did glitch at first, and it hurt a whole fucking lot so I had to find a way to stop it. When we were working on the project, I had built a stabilizer, but it only really worked with travel through time. Lucky me, though, cell study’s kinda my thing. A few adjustments later and that tiny piece of tech was good. At first I was gonna operate on myself to put it in my calf or something like that, but then I came to my senses and was like – Wow! That’s a really shit idea! – because A) I have never, ever operated on a human being before. And B) I had a little lightbulb genius moment and came up with something so much better…”
You held out your right hand, bringing attention to a thick band of metal around your middle finger. He hadn’t even noticed you were wearing a ring. “Pretty cute, right? The chip is inside.”
He looked at it and then at your face, eyes briefly meeting yours before falling to your lips, which were hesitantly pulling back into a half-hearted smile. “...Yeah.”
Miguel’s eyes widened, realizing he was doing that stupid staring thing again, and he cursed himself internally while attempting to cover up whatever the hell he was doing a few moments prior. “It’s… uh, it’s an impressive piece of tech.”
You gasped softly, ringed hand moving over your mouth. “Woah, so he can be nice.”
Miguel shot you a glare and you held up your hands as if to surrender, leaning back into your seat.
“So…” You cocked your head to the side, pursing your lips. “My story’s over. It’s your turn now. You mentioned something about your line of work and I am dying to know what it is that you do.”
Right.
He sucked in a breath. “My name is Miguel O’Hara,”
“I know that, you already told m–”
“Would you just shut up and listen!”
“Wait, wait, wait. Were you about to start monologue-ing?
“I– No. No, of cou-”
“Holy shit! You totally were!” for the first time since you had told him your story, you let out a genuine laugh. It was a warm sound, something that reverberated inside of him. “Man, you are unreal. Forget what anyone else might say about your stick in the mud attitude, you are one funny guy.”
“I–” He clenched his fist and buried his face in one of his palms, groaning into it. “And to think I thought it wasn’t possible to hate you even more.”
“Anything is possible, Miguel. Anything.”
“Anything except you shutting up apparently.”
“Ouch. Right in the heart. Now go on, my sincerest apologies for interrupting.”
Miguel doubted there was even a drop of sincerity in your apology as your face shifted to sport a smug smile. Nevertheless, he continued.
“I’m this universe’s Spiderman and I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse. We capture anomalies, beings that are accidentally transported to the wrong universe, and return them to their home dimensions, ensuring the safety of the multiverse.”
You pursed your lips, oddly silent before laughing to yourself.
“So I was right! Oh my gosh, do I have future-seeing powers or something? Does this make me a prophet? Clairvoyant? I’m sure there’s a word for it. And to think I thought I was just being crazy and overdramatic– Ha! Man, do I love being proven righ–”
Miguel raised a brow, cutting off your ramble. “What are you talking about?”
You grinned, giving him light jazz hands. “Multiverse police force.”
“Strike force.”
“Eh, an insignificant difference.”
“I think it’s very significant.”
“Well, I beg to dif–”
“Don’t. Because you’re wron–”
“Anyway–” You interjected pointedly. “Since we’re both done telling our little stories here, I think it’s time for you to uphold the other part of our deal.”
Dios, he was hoping you had forgotten.
He covered his eyes with an agitated hand and your face came into view slowly as he dragged it down his face. You had the audacity to sit there with the most innocent smile on Earth.
“Well?”
(He knew he had to take you back to HQ, anyway. But that didn’t mean he was happy about this.)
With nothing but a disgruntled groan, Miguel got up from his seat, taking purposeful long strides towards the door.
As he opened it and walked off, he could hear you struggling to keep up from behind as he trekked down the walkway.
He smiled to himself.
Good.
(If you were going to be a pain, he was going to be a pain back. Never had he loved the height his body offered more than now.)
“Where-” Your voice cut off as you took in shallow breaths. “Are we going? Did-Did you… even… pay for the.. the food?”
“Yes.”
“Oh…” Your breathlessness was growing to be comical. “Al..Alright… got.. got it.”
Finally, you caught up to him, and even then, it was taking you a lot of effort to keep up with his pace. Miguel found it amusing. (Not so fun being the one messed with, now, was it?)
He rounded a corner, ducking into a small, narrow alley, stopping suddenly. It didn’t seem you were expecting that, becuase you crashed head first into his arm. “Ow!”
Miguel bit back a laugh.
“Geez, this alley is so sketch, why are we here?”
“Can’t exactly pull out my suit in public, Doctor. Spiderman’s identity is a secret.”
You hummed, crossing your arms as you nodded in agreement. “Fair point.”
Miguel fiddled with the settings of his suit for a moment before the nano tech under his clothes receded and opted to go over them instead. Feeling his mask cover the last of his face, he looked down at you.
It didn’t really occur to him exactly how much smaller you were than he was until he saw that you were craning your head up just to look at him. You were grinning and the giddiness in your eyes was almost painful.
Miguel let out a deep sigh. “You are a living migraine.” was all he said before he picked you up with ease, arms looping around your body with one positioned to support your back and the other hooked around your thighs.
You clapped your hands together in excitement, letting out a soft cheer. “Shut up, you adore me. And yay! This is gonna be great! Also, damn, you’re really strong, y’know that? I kinda assumed you would be, being a literal superhero and all that, but you just picked me up like I weighed nothing! That’s pretty impressive, I’ve gotta give you that. Real quick, how much can you curl? Just trying to gaugue my competition here.”
Miguel was thankful for his mask being on at that moment, otherwise he was sure you would have teased the hell out of him for the way his face heated up at your comment. “I hate you.”
You smiled, obviously content with yourself and the position you were in. “The feeling’s mutual. You know, I could get used to this. Being in your arms, I mean.”
You were smirking up at him, obviously trying to rile him up, and Miguel gave you a soft glare. Just as he was about to shoot out a web, Lyla materialized in front of him.
“Miguel! We’ve got a teensy tiny emergency with an anomaly over on Earth-404. It’s a variant of Carnage. Canon could be at stake if we don’t contain this. Jess, Gwen, and Hobie are calling for back u–”
She paused her tangent, taking in the questionable sight in front of her before glitching over to hover above Miguel’s shoulder. A wry smirk stretched across her face as she glitched to lay down on her stomach, resting her face in her hands, slowly swinging her legs back and forth.
“Hey, who’s the pretty girl in your arms?”
Your mouth formed a small ‘o’ and your eyes were wide with wonder as you reached out a cautious hand to touch her holographic form. “Wow, who are you? Oh my gosh, you’re so cute and tiny! What’s your name?”
Lyla glitched over in front of you with a grin, startling you momentarily. “Lyla! Nice to meetcha.”
“She’s my AI.” Miguel grumbled out.
“And pretty much his only friend.”
“I have friends!”
Lyla winked your way, “He keeps telling himself that.”
You stifled a laugh. “Miguel, I think I like your AI more than I like you.”
“Woah!” Lyla exclaimed, turning to face Miguel with a smug smile as she pointed to you with a small thumb. “This one’s a keeper. Hey, do you mind if I take a little selfie with you two like this?”
You pulled out a peace sign for the photo before Miguel dropped you from his arms at record-breaking speed, face absolutely on fire, but he was too late.
Lyla had already already snapped the picture and was laughing to herself like a maniac. “Score!”
Clenching his fist in frustration, Miguel snarled. “Just tell the others I’ll be there in five!”
She gave him a small salute, before disappearing off into cyberspace. “Youuu got it, boss.”
It was only after she left that he realized you were on the ground, throwing out every curse you could.
“God, you son of a wrench! What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you! A little warning would’ve been nice, Spiderman! I don’t think it’s exactly heroic to drop a poor civilian's ass onto concrete, that hurt like an absolute bitch, oh my god…”
Miguel spared an unaffected glance downward, voice monotone. “Whoops.”
“I will bite your ankles, Miguel O’Hara.”
He rolled his eyes, clearly unmoved by your threat. “Oh, I’m terrified.”
You got up with a huff. “You’re lucky it’s the damn multiverse that’s at stake, or something. Otherwise, I would’ve totally kicked your ass right now. As soon as you’re back from whatever you got called out for, I’ll show yo–”
Your threat was cut short and Miguel opened up a portal, the hexagonal doorway through time and space almost pulsating with energy. He nonchalantly gestured for you to walk along with him as he stepped into it.
Your curious voice could be heard from behind. “Where are we goin..” but the question trailed off and you let out a soft “Wow.”
You took in your new surroundings with shiny eyes, stunned by the sheer expanse of Miguel’s headquarters. The building was massive, with metal beams zig-zagging across the walls to accommodate for his fellow spider-people’s ability to walk on walls.
As you walked along with him, a group of masked Peter Parkers walked past, greeting both him and you.
“Hey, boss!”
Their voices echoed in unison.
“Hey, new girl!”
You raised a tentative hand to wave as they hurried by, still awe-struck.
Miguel looked down at you with the ghost of a smirk, feeling a small rush of pride in his chest.
“Welcome to spider society.”
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author’s note: hello! just wanted to pop in and say thank you to everyone reading this, it means so so much. this chapter caused so many headaches that it’s actually criminal, BUT it's finally here... hurrah :’) and we've got a backstory now !! i hope that wasn't too confusing or rushed lol. as always, thank you for reading! mwah
translations. please note that i do not speak spanish! i found these translations and words using the internet. if there are any errors, please please lmk! it would be much appreciated <3
¡Dios! (God) , Eres un dolor en el culo (You’re a pain in the ass)
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just a small announcement people who are awaiting silent boarding gate, my taglist is getting pretty big so i will tag everybody in the final fic instead of constantly adding new people everyday—send an ask if you rly want to confirm you’ll be on the list though!
SILENT BOARDING GATE TEASER (W. Junhui x F. Reader)
Summary: In which you meet Wen Junhui, an exchange student from China, along the way of accomplishing your dreams. He was a great friend, but you got attached to him. Maybe a little too much.
Pairing: Wen Junhui x Design Major!Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, & Smut
Tag list: No one here, maybe you should send an ask or comment for a tag when the full ver. comes out!
Caution: Contains quoted lyrics from JUN’s “Silent Boarding Gate,” alot of alcohol involved (not to the point where it’s a problem…), arguing & guilt tripping, bathroom sex, public sex, fingering, oral (f. recieving), 4 stages of grief depicted—quite literally, friends to enemies to lover arc, more tags tbd
Fic to be finished from mid-late June, xoxo—jejuboos
SILENT BOARDING GATE TEASER (W. Junhui x F. Reader)
Summary: In which you meet Wen Junhui, an exchange student from China, along the way of accomplishing your dreams. He was a great friend, but you got attached to him. Maybe a little too much.
Send an ask, like, or repost to be added to the tag list for the finished fic! (Your name will not be added to the list but you WILL be tagged in the final fic—send an ask to confirm optional)
Caution: Contains quoted lyrics from JUN’s “Silent Boarding Gate,” alot of alcohol involved (not to the point where it’s a problem…), arguing & guilt tripping, bathroom sex, public sex, fingering, oral (f. recieving), 4 stages of grief depicted—quite literally, friends to enemies to lover arc, more tags tbd
Fic to be finished from mid-late June, xoxo—jejuboos
I’m not familiar with the group but I just wanna say I’m so sorry for the fans and even more so his family, friends and members. I also wanna say, do not feel silly if you are upset. You are allowed to grieve people that you don’t know personally. Whenever stuff like this happens, there are shitty people who go out of their way to try and make people feel stupid for reacting. Ignore them. Again, you are allowed to grieve for people you don’t know personally, there’s nothing silly about that.
Track 3 - TOUCH TANK // QUINNIE - playlist linked here
pairing: partner!joshua x fem!reader
genre: smut (minors do not interact!), established relationship, moving in together
w/c: ~1.7k
Summary: Moving in with Joshua was like a breath of fresh air and warm linen.
content warning: no specific pronouns used, but reader has female anatomy; pet names (love); gentle(man) joshua; oral (f. receiving, nothing too crazy but a man's gotta eat!); this is pretty tame, lmk if I missed anything, also not well proofread tbh
a/n: i went through a bit of a writer's block on this and had to change the song, but this was a nice fun change of pace and I hope you all enjoy (:
"He's so pretty when he goes down on me
Gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry
He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be
So I think he wants to be gentle with me"
The smell of fresh linen was almost suffocating, watching Joshua sort and fold your shared laundry made your heart pound in ways you never could have imagined. All you could do was praise yourself for cracking open a window earlier, the slight draft in your living room providing your brain with the oxygen you so badly needed.
“Y/N?” You’re knocked out of your daze when Joshua softly calls your name. His rosebud lips form a soft pout when he realizes you hadn’t heard anything he’s said for the last minute. You cringe slightly when you feel the slight ping of guilt in your chest, you hadn’t been listening to him nor were you helping with the laundry. Nevertheless, you respond with an apologetic hum and soft smile, plopping down next to him where he is sitting on the floor and folding a hand towel.
Cardboard boxes litter all corners of your living room, some are even stacked on the couches, and it’s almost an overwhelming sight. However, anything and everything is exciting when it comes to Joshua. Especially when these boxes contain both of your belongings, finally taking the next step in your relationship and moving into a shared apartment.
Admittedly, moving in with Joshua happened earlier in your relationship than you originally had intended for it to, but there was something different about your relationship with him. He was the perfect gentleman, always catering to your needs, but never overstepping. Honestly, you didn’t believe he was real at first, suspect of his behavior during your first few months of dating, but eventually coming to realize that it really was his true nature.
You spend the next couple of minutes helping Joshua finish the towels, organizing them into their respective piles and wordlessly shuffling through your apartment to store them in their designated closet.
The silence you two share is comfortable, the sound of the breeze and of cars passing by outside your window fills the space in a way that makes your heart swell. The toothy smile that Joshua flashes you as you rejoin him for the final stretch of laundry makes your heart feel like it might really explode.
Joshua smells like a mix of everything, fresh like the air and warm like the linens. His blue button-up is crisp out the laundry - only half the buttons are done up as if he lazily threw on the top - his damp, black hair falls messily onto his forehead, unbothered to style it after spending most of the afternoon moving boxes and testing out the new shower for the first time.
Sensing that your head is in the clouds again, Joshua takes this chance to shake out the bedsheet above both your heads, encapsulating both of you under the thin fabric and making you squeal in surprise.
“Shua!” You shriek when he grabs your ankles, tugging your body closer to his until your bottom hits where his legs are crossed. In one swift movement, he lifts you up onto his lap so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, one of his solid arms holds you close whilst the other keeps the bedsheet tented above the both of you. You’re a giggling mess, knowing that your hair is standing up in all directions from the static, and Joshua’s fingers dig into a ticklish spot on your waist. “Be gentle! You’re going to tear my legs off!”
It’s almost dreamlike, the diffused lighting from white linen that covers you both makes Joshua look prettier than ever, and it takes your breath away once you truly soak in how stunning he is even in this proximity.
His melodic laugh continues to buzz through air as he nuzzles his nose adoringly against yours, his chin jutting out to catch your bottom lip between his teeth almost teasingly before letting go. “I’m gentle when I want to be, love.”
It’s impossible to hide the gasp that escapes your throat, your heart dropping right to your core, and you’re unable to stop yourself from wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Joshua welcomes your plush lips against his, smirking slightly because he got exactly what he wanted and firmly cupping your cheeks to keep you close.
The air gets hotter beneath the bedsheet, thickening with desire as you two devour each other, kisses now becoming impatient as your hips roll languidly against his. The wet spot in your panties is becoming more obvious, your arousal only growing when Joshua’s tongue slips past your lips, tasting you and battling for complete dominance. You’re greedy, but Joshua can be even greedier.
Joshua lets out a hoarse groan when you grind into him a bit harder, tossing the linen sheet from over your head and repositioning you on the ground where the sheet had crumpled.
“God,” he sighs, looking down at your figure laid out on the ground, he’s still nestled between your legs, but now he has better control from where he is kneeling between you. “So fucking beautiful, Y/N. Can’t believe I’m so lucky.”
“I’m lucky too,” you gasp, your words falling short when his large hands run down your bare thighs, his thick fingers slip under the hem of your shorts and send a spark of heat to your core. He toys with the fabric slightly before he slowly peels them down your legs, discarding the flimsy fabric and scoffing when he sees the darkened patch on your cotton panties.
“Is that so, love?” He teases, his digits rubbing over the damp fabric and making you keen into his touch. The pressure is so light, unlike his usual roughness in the bedroom. Even if he was a gentleman, that didn’t always translate between the sheets.
“So lucky,” you whine when his fingers slip away, no longer providing your throbbing clit with any sense of relief. “Please, Shua, I need you.”
“Need me? Want me to be gentle with you?” He taunts, fingers looping around the waistband of your panties and tugging them down your legs even slower than he did with your shorts. He’s breathing you in, loving the aroma that’s purely you when you’re finally fully exposed to him.
“Anything,” you mewl, moaning in delight as you watch him descend between the valley of your legs, lips kissing your inner thigh and curious eyes darting up to yours. It’s sinful how he watches your reaction, eyes never leaving yours as he nibbles and trails kisses closer towards your core, broad hands keeping your hips flush against the hard ground.
It feels like ages until Joshua reaches where you need him the most, your chest rising and falling in anticipation until his tender lips reach your clit, suckling experimentally at the bud. You practically cry out at the stimulation, back arching in bliss when he pushes his tongue against your clit and suckles even harsher.
You know he’s satisfied by the way he chuckles against you, eyes lighting up as he watches your face contort in pleasure, small hands grabbing roughly at his hair to encourage him to keep going.
He obliges, tongue licking between your folds and dipping into your sweet nectar. You’re so damn delicious, he’s groaning into your pussy before running his tongue back up to your clit. No longer is he holding your hips down, his hands only gently run up and down your thighs and rubbing the skin soothingly.
Joshua lets you rut your hips against his face, lapping up what he can before his tongue dives back between your walls, using the muscle to slowly fuck your tight hole with all the intention in the world.
When you finally pry your eyes back open, you watch as Joshua continues to lick at your cunt, dark eyes reconnecting with yours and making you babble out praises. It’s so messy, but he looks so fucking pretty. You can’t help but compliment the man who is making you feel this good with just his tongue.
He works expertly, tongue circling deep inside of you as his nose presses against your clit, breathing in your scent and moaning into your walls as he works you closer to your climax. It doesn’t take long for your walls to tighten, your lower abdomin tightening up so much that your muscles begin to quake from the fatigue.
Joshua nuzzles deeper into you, absolutely consumed by the way you taste and how you react, pushing your sopping heat harder into his face. You’re just so soft and sweet that he swears could do this for ages. Joshua almost wishes you weren’t so close, but he just can’t wait for you to fall apart on his face.
His fervor is clear as his tongue shallowly fucks into you, licking back up to your clit and swirling wildly over the bud. This is enough to send you over the edge, walls spasming around nothing but feeling an overwhelming sense of relief as you gush with pleasure. Joshua doesn’t waste a single drop of you, drinking you up as if he was the thirstiest man alive. Admittedly, he had made a bit of goal to not let any of your slick get on the fresh sheets, but he had lost sight of that long ago.
Satisfied, Joshua pulls away when your hips begin to buck from the overstimulation, leaning over your tired form and gently kissing your lips. You shiver upon tasting yourself on him, leaning into his touch as he brushes his hands through your matted hair as he pulls away with a soft smile.
“Why don’t you take a nap, love?” He hums, not allowing for any argument as you begin to protest – God, did you want to suck him off – but there was no sense in arguing when it came to Joshua.
You oblige, just this once, but only because the way he wrapped the linens around your body like a burrito after redressing your bottom half was too endearing to protest. So was the way he created a makeshift pillow out of a throw blanket, placing the plush fabric beneath your head and coaxing you to nap whilst he finally finished up the laundry.
When Joshua wakes you up for dinner, you truly realize just how lucky you are, the thought almost knocking the wind out of your lungs completely. Joshua thinks the same as you stare back at him with the most adoring eyes.
Now all you can think about is how breathtaking it will be to wake up to him every day.
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