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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year

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imagine scaramouche being ghostface, him killing each and one of your friends and family untill it's just the two of you alone. After you found out that he's been the one killing your friends and family, you could never forgive him or love him again. Until one night after he was done killing someone he comes through your window, covered in blood and everything, you being scared that he's gonna kill you next but he doesn't instead he's like "I did all this for you my love." And it goes to smut, your body and clothes being covered in blood from whenever he would touch you with his bloody hands. (I got the idea from what I'm writing of ghostface scaramouche but I haven't really been writing it much😭 and sorry if it doesn't make sense)

NO KAMI, THE PRODIGAL: "LACRIMOSA"

Yandere/Killer Scaramouche X GN READER

TW: k!lling

SCARA'S KILLIN BUDDY IS CHILDE/TARTAGLIA.

PURE ANGST. 1.2k WORDS

Scara masterlist!

--MINORS DNI---

Yandere scaramouche who gives you a necklace before he leaves for sumeru that you should NEVER take off, that was made by his friend sandrone. Whenever you'd open the pendant, it was a picture of the two of you on your first date and would play a little tune of the song he made for you. "Na..zou...Na....Gah...Sah....lehh...Vall...Esss."

Yandere scaramouche who gave that To SPY on you through the mini recorder inside of it that would work as long as the necklace was tied around your neck, Once untied it would have to be re-tied to activate and connect to his phone during missions in sumeru. The necklace was waterproof- fireproof. Just so many 'proofs' that hearing him babble on about it made you sick You reassured him you'd never take it off.

Yandere scaramouche who would Listen in on his phone as your friends tried to convince you to dump him "No offense y/n but this "scaramooke" you corrected them "scaramouche." "yeah. He sounds like a bozo. Your too pretty to be waiting for like what now? a year for some man that never came back for you." The others joined in "yeah look at his goofy ass hair and how short he is. Like a midget. Bet his dick Small af" "Honestly if he really loved you, he would've kept his word and stayed with you, here in inazuma." How about when he comes back. We say something happened to you, that everyone he loved died to make him regret it all." "He's probably more concerned with his mom being on his ass 24/7 instead of staying for you.

Yandere scaramouche who's heart breaks realizing their is no connection to the necklace, symbolizing you took it off. Hesitantly you did and gave it to your best friend, but you felt worried. You made a promise to never take it off, but its been so long. surely he wouldn't mind if you did once? You handed it to your friend with a sigh of relief. "See y/n you need to live a little. Relax... Say, how about we have a party at your house next monday! It'll relax your nerves from this scaradook guy, I know your parents are always worried but they wont mind!" This time, you laughed at the nickname they gave him.

Yandere scaramouche who would spend his time killing hundreds in the abyss with tartaglia as further motivation to kill your friends. Picturing, Envisioning and fetishizing their lifeless bodys. "Next monday, next monday" He repeated over and over in his head

Since he put on a show for tartaglia, Tartaglia willingly offered to pair up for missions in exchange for him to go to inazuma in time for the party.

"Hey scara.." "What do you want?" "Are you going to hurt y/n?" 'Why the fuck would you even assume that? Actually, why is it even your buisness?" "Because ive seen you kill scara. I know how you are even if you dont admit it. You do stupid things when your in the moment, I know that more then anybody in battle. Watch yourself."

Yandere scaramouche who spys on you from a distance, watching you decorate your house for the party. Missing how you'd undress yourself infront of him. How he could rip those clothes off when he was desperate to fuck you after 'his work'

Yandere scaramouche hesitating for the right time to make the move, realizing your not in the house. When suddenly the app he used to stalk you was working 'was y/n wearing the necklace again?' he checked. "AwW buT guYS. I loVeEe ScAwAmouChe. He'LL coME bacCW soON. I dont nEeD A neW boyFriEND" Your best friend said while wearing the necklace. "FUCK you sCARA YOU SUCK. How about wE FIND HER A BOYFRIEND THEN SEND YOU A PIC OF HER GIVING HIM A KISS. HE'S MUCH BETTER THAN Y-

Yandere scaramouche who busts open and closes the door. Going on a rampage killing all your friends. Bashing heads against the wall. Stabbing and punching. Your best friend reaches for their phone to call 9/11 but gets stabbed in the leg and trembles to the ground.

Yandere scaramouche who is in a high from the mass killing he just did. watching the blood drip all over his body. He hears the doorbell ring and the lock on the door starting to turn. He rushes to the door and stabs the first people he see's...which ends up being your parents. He didnt even mean to kill your parents but he's too far gone now and stacks up the bodys in your bathroom. He picks up your best friends body, Looks at the necklace then repeats what they said. "if he really loved you, he would've kept his word and stayed with you." "I am here now..For my love."

Yandere scaramouche who'd hide behind the door waiting for you to come, Pushing you down to the floor after you shut the door to see your EX-S/o Covered in blood and your best friend dead on the ground, crying and kicking at scaramouche to let you go and that its over while muttering nonsense. "Over? Y/n I did this for you my love. Did you hear how they talked about us?" "B-BUT IT WAS TRUE SCARA. Y-YOU DIDNT EVEN OFFER TO COME BACK FOR ME." "Y/n.." He sighed "I tried telling you. It was complicated. You said you loved me forever baby. what was 1 little year away from you going to change? I still love you as you can see." "Scara your delusional..Let me go.." "You have alot of nerve talking to me like this y/n. After all ive done for you. But look at you baby, Like a fine painting covered in your best friends blood. Give me a kiss."

Yandere scaramouche who pulls you into a kiss but you elbow him in his face then kick him off of you, Stumbling over blood and clothes on the floor while running out of the door. You tried to run but he was ultimately faster than you. "Y/N, LOVE, PLEASE DONT DO THIS, I DONT WANT TO HAVE TO HURT YOU BABY. COME FUCKING BACK TO ME. Y/N!! I swear..YOU FUCKING HUMANS ARE ALL THE SAME. Y/N!!!!!" it was terrifying. You kept running until you bumped into a tall ginger haired man, thinking he was an inazuman local you ranted off. "P-PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP ME. MY S/O- I-I MEAN SCARAMOUCHE YOU KNOW HIM RIGHT? SHORT MAN, HE- HE KILLED MY FRIENDS AND-" Little did you know it was childe you bumped into.

Who's last words you heard we're "sorry" before everything turned black.

#genshin headcanons #genshin angst #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin impact #yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin imagines

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 11 months

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The voice over the phone (Christen Press x Reader)

My postgrad is finally done and I slept 14 hours straight so you get a random fic in celebration. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Slight mentions of homophobia and being disowned.

Words: 4.3k

Some people, well actually probably a lot of people would say it was stupid to fall in love with a voice over the phone. A voice belonging to a women you had never met, let alone seen or knew the name of. It happened to me though. I had no intentions of feeling anything for this person, but slowly it happened. We started out as two strangers who happened to find each other and start talking to each other. The more we talked, the more we opened up and soon enough, I was telling her everything I was thinking, feeling, experiencing. I could be vulnerable with her. She was doing the same. I didn't know her real name, where she lived or anything revealing of her identity besides her age and gender. Neither did she about me. It was safe, anonymous. After a couple of months of talking, she brought up the idea of a phone call.

Once I heard her soft, slightly raspy voice for the first time, I was hooked. It was soothing, comforting in a way I had never heard before. We talked every night. About our days, problems, frustrations, and anything else we wanted to get off our chests. Talking to her was easy, either because of the anonymity of it or because she was comforting. I didn't know, but I knew I never wanted it to end. Maybe I wasn't falling in love with her, I was definitely in love with her voice though.

Of course we had talked about the idea of meeting or at least revealing what we looked like. I would've loved to know what she looked like, but we decided that for now at least, we wanted to stay hidden. Maybe one day it would happen.

Well that day happened sooner than I anticipated. It was my first camp for the USWNT. I had just arrived when I heard it. The soft, raspy voice of the anonymous girl from the phone. I spun around, eyes landing on a tall, tan, brunette with the most gorgeous green eyes. It was her. She didn't seem to recoganise me when I spoke to her. Which was both a relief and sent anxiousness through me. I had to decide if I told her or not. I didn't want to make things weird or stop our conversations. Talking with Christen was something I loved doing. Since I had her to talk to, I felt lighter, more relaxed. I knew it was wrong, but I let the fear overshadow that and decided not to tell Christen.

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I was in a secluded corner of the hotel, talking to Christen over the phone when she walked around the corner. I froze, thinking about ending the phone call, but that would be suspicious, I also went to mute the phone call, but it was too late. Christen was already speaking.

"Y/n?" Christen questioned, her voice echoing through the phone. She froze, looking at her phone then me, "You- you're Alice?"

Alice was the fake name I had given her when we first started talking. It was the first thing that came to mind when we decided on fake names. "Uh yeah."

"Holy shit. Why don't you seem surprised by this?"

It had already been two weeks of lying to her every time we talked. I couldn't keep doing it, even though I knew things weren't going to go well. So I reluctantly told her the truth, "I already knew who you were."

"How did you know? How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me?" Christen asked, hurt and betrayal clear as day on her face.

"Since the start of camp, I recoganised your voice. I didn't want to make things weird. We know too much about each other that no one else does. Things would either go great or things would get weird and I didn't want that to happen. I'm sorry, I know I should have told you."

"You should have told me. I had the right to know."

"I know, Chris I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Anger replaced the hurt as she stepped back, putting as much distance between us as possible. My eyes stung with tears. I knew what was about to happen and I knew it was my fault. I didn't have the right to be upset about it. "Whatever this was, is done. I don't want to hear from you on that stupid app ever again, hell I would never talk to you again if we weren't on the same fucking team. I trusted you. I trusted you with stuff that no one else knows. With how easy it was for you to lie to me, now I have to worry that you'll tell everyone here."

I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat, the last thing I wanted was her to see me break, "Despite what it seems like, lying to you wasn't easy Chris. I hate myself for it. Thank you for the last few months, I know you might not believe it, but you have no idea how much it meant to me. I'm sorry I broke your trust, it was never my intention. I won't ever tell anyone anything you've told me, I swear."

Christen walked away without another word as I sunk back against the wall, tears finally slipping out. I should have told her the second I realised who she was. Now I had lost the one person in this world I could open up to about anything and it was my own stupid fault. Everything in me was telling me to run after her, to beg for forgiveness, but that wasn't fair to her. She had already been hurt enough by me, I didn't need to add to that.

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A few months had past since Christen found out and I had lost her. She had been ignoring me ever since. I had spent a few days moping, watching the hidden sadness surrounding Christen while trying to hide my own. After a few days, I decided it wasn't my right to be sad when I was the one who had hurt her. I got myself together, at least to anyone looking at me. Inside, I still beat myself up everyday, I found myself looking at our messages, reading through them, unable to delete them or going to message her when I had a bad day. It was torture. I knew it wasn't healthy, but I couldn't stop myself.

I was sitting on the bed in the hotel room, waiting to see who my roommate was. She walked through the door. I froze once again, cursing the universe who seemed to be against me. Of course this would happen to me. I noticed her frown before I picked up my headphones and key and leaving the room. She didn't want me around, she had made that perfectly clear. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable or remind her more than needed about what happened so I was going to do my best to avoid her while we had to share a room.

Since camp started, I had stayed out of the room all day, not returning until Christen was asleep, unless I knew she wasn't there. I was up, ready and out the door before she woke up. I was exhausted, but it was worth it to not make her uncomfortable. It also avoided the pain I felt when I saw her. The pain during training and team bonding was enough.

We had a day off, I didn't know what to do with myself. The tiredness was setting in, I didn't feel like doing anything so instead I was just sitting in the hotel garden, re-reading the messages between Christen and I. Today I was determined to actually delete the messages between us. It wasn't good for my mental health anymore. Just as I was about to delete them, a message popped up.

Footygirl_88: My roommate is ignoring me. She comes back when I'm asleep and leaves again before I wake up. I know me and her aren't on good terms at the moment, but I'm worried about her. She can't be getting much sleep. There are always bags under her eyes and she just looks sad all the time even though she tries to hide it.

SoccerNerd19: Maybe she feels guilty about what happened between you two? That she ruined everything and doesn't know if it can ever be fixed. Maybe she's giving you space because you made it clear you don't want to be around her and she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe seeing you hurts her because she knows she fucked up and beats herself up for it everyday, even if she doesn't have the right to feel that way.

Three little dots appears for a few seconds before disappearing. I sighed, putting my phone in my pocket figuring the conversation was probably over. Maybe 10 minutes later there was a buzz in my pocket.

Footygirl_88: Yes I wanted space, but I never wanted her to exhaust herself out because of it. It's her room as well, she has every right to be here. Being around her doesn't make me uncomfortable, it's confusing, but never uncomfortable.

Footygirl_88: I don't know how I feel, what I think. It's like a jumbled mess of hurt, confusion, anger, but also missing and understanding. I miss talking to her everyday, having someone to confide in. I also understand part of why she hid it, she didn't want things to get weird, but I also don't understand. She said she trusted me with everything, but she didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth.

SoccerNerd19: She was scared that if you found out who she was then everything would stop. Scared you would stop talking to her, stop opening up, that things would get weird and she would lose you. That was the last thing she ever wanted to happen, she couldn't imagine not talking to you anymore. Despite not knowing what you looked liked, where you lived, what you did or even your real name, she started to feel feelings for you that scared her. Honestly, it made her feel kind of crazy. I mean, how could you start having feelings for someone that you've never seen let alone met?

Footygirl_88: I never wanted to stop talking to her either. I get that she was scared, but things weren't necessarily going to change. She never even tried to find out.

Footygirl_88: Do you think I should talk to her? Or is it too late?

SoccerNerd19: If you feel comfortable talking to her then you should, I know she would like that, but the last thing she wants is for you to feel uncomfortable.

Footygirl_88: Can you come back to the room please? We should talk

It was a lot easier to talk to her when pretending to be someone else. To say I was nervous was an understatement, I had just told her things that I would have only told the girl on the phone. Except the girl on the phone was Christen Press and I was around her a lot these days. I had also admitted to having feelings for her.

I slowly made my way back to the room. I was scared and nervous, almost tempted to run away. However, If there was even the slightest chance of having any form of relationship with her, I had to push aside the nerves and fear and talk to her.

"H-hey."

"Hi. I wasn't sure you even still had the app, but I thought I would give it a shot."

I awkwardly sat down on my bed, "I was actually about to delete it when your message popped up. I've spent too long these last few months re-reading our conversations, trying to stop myself from messaging you."

"I was thinking about doing that, but I couldn't bring myself to. We've had a lot of good conversations. You know, you have a stronger accent on the phone then you do in person. I think that's why I didn't recoganise you."

"When I'm tired I do. Most of the time when we talked it was after a long day where I was tired. I tend to dull down my accent around some people, but with you I never felt the need to do that."

"I like your accent." I was raised in Barcelona and had picked up the accent. I didn't necessarily like it all the time, it made me feel like I stood out, but when Christen told me she liked it, I felt a little less self conscious.

We sat in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up again, unable to just sit in silence anymore, "W-what did you want to talk about?"

"You're not crazy for developing feelings because I like you too. I jus-"

"You don't know if you can trust me."

Christen sighed, shifting to sit cross-legged on the bed, "It's not that I don't trust you Y/n. I probably trust you more than anyone. Which is saying something because up until a few months ago, I had no idea who you were. I'm just hurt that I had to find out by myself, that you didn't feel like you could tell me. Maybe I'm also a bit worried that if anything came up that you thought I would react badly to or any other negative reaction, that you wouldn't tell me."

"I'm sorry Chris, I know I should have told you, I wanted to tell you. I'm not going to recount all the reasons I didn't because you already know. It won't be like that again, I swear. The last thing I want or wanted I guess was to lose you. Honesty even when it's hard. I don't expect us to go back to how we were, at least not for a while. If you could find it in yourself to give me another chance, to re-prove myself, I will do everything I can to do that. There's no pressure, I understand if you can't."

"I think I can do that. It might take a while, but I don't want to give this up without at least trying to fix it. You can start by not running away and actually being around the room. We can't fix things if you're never around, also I meant it when I said I was worried. How much sleep have you been getting?"

"Maybe five hours max, but on average four."

"Y/n!" Christen scolded, "Never do that again or I will actually stop talking to you for good."

"Okay okay, promise."

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It had taken a few weeks for us to stop being awkward around each other. The team didn't know what happened, but they definitely caught on to the tension and weirdness between us. I think they were just relieved we were getting along. We hadn't had any deep, personal or late night talks like we used to, we were actually talking and hanging out again though. Occasionally, we would have conversations on the app like we used to, pretending we didn't know each other. They just weren't as personal.

Today however, was a shit day. My father, who had disowned me when I came out to him, who I hadn't heard from in about 3 years, messaged me out of the blue. I didn't know how to process it, so I messaged the one person I knew who could help me through it. I didn't know if she would want to have that type of conversation yet, but it was worth a shot. I knew I could have just texted her, but at the moment this way felt safer.

SoccerNerd19: I don't know if you want to do this again so feel free to ignore me, but I'm spiraling.

SoccerNerd19: My father messaged me today. I don't know what to think, how to feel, how to process it.

My phone rung not even ten seconds later. Christens name flashing across the screen. I hesitated for a second before answering.

Hey Y/n/n. What did he want?

He said that he had done a lot of thinking over the last three years, that he realised he had made a huge mistake and wants to see me.

How do you feel about seeing him?

He's my dad, of course I miss him, but he did something no father should do. I trusted him, I showed him a part of me and he just threw me aside after telling me he would always love me unconditionally, that he would always be there when I needed him. Turns out it was all a lie, his love was conditional on me being straight. On me fitting into his ideals. When he disowned me, it destroyed me. It took me at least a year and a half to start being a tiny bit okay again. I'm still not completely okay, I still find myself lying in bed late at night thinking about how we used to be, spending birthdays and holidays wishing that despite everything he was there. I don't know if I can bring myself to take the risk of undoing all my progress by seeing him.

You don't have to see him if you don't want to or you can wait until you feel like you're ready to see him. I know how much he hurt you, but maybe talking to him will help you heal. Whether that is just seeing him once then deciding to try rebuild your relationship or deciding you never want to see him again. Whatever you choose, I'm here with you Y/n.

Thank you Chris

If you decide to see him, maybe we can arrange it for next camp and I can come with you. If that's something you might want of course.

I would really appreciate that Chris, but you don't have to. It's my problem, I don't want to put you in an un-

I want to Y/n. I meant it when I said I'm here with you. You just have to let me in, let me be there for you. You don't have to make the decision right now, but when you do let me know okay? Don't push me away.

Okay. You're amazing Chris, thank you.

It was camp time again and Christen and I were roomed together. I had decided to give seeing my dad a chance. I didn't know if I would keep seeing him, but maybe seeing him would help close some wounds. It was happening tomorrow and Christen was coming with me. It had crossed my mind to not tell her because I felt bad about bringing her into my situation, but we had gone back to our almost nightly conversations and I had promised not to push her away. I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice. Besides, I really wanted Christen with me.

Christen had gone out while I was trying to have an early night to stop myself from freaking out. Trying being the main word there. The door opened and closed quietly, surprising me because I didn't expect her back so soon.

"Hey, are you awake?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"Can we maybe try having one of our conversations in person?"

I pat the empty side of the bed, waiting for Christen to climb under the blankets before speaking again, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, I just feel off today."

"Okay, why don't you try name some of the things you're feeling?"

I had my eyes closed, lying on my side next to her. It was how I normally talked to her over the phone. I don't know why, it was just a habit that had formed. "You're not going to fall asleep on me are you?"

"No, this is how I have always talked to you. Now stop avoiding it."

"I just feel irritable, all over the place, down. Just everything all at once and I don't know why. I had to leave dinner because everything felt wrong."

"Can I try something?" Christen nodded so I shifted, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her tightly. Christen sunk into me, a relieved sigh slipping out. I held her until she slowly pulled away, small smile on her face.

"I think I needed that. Thank you."

"Perks of being together for our talks."

"I think I want to do this more often. The phone calls are great, but it's really nice being close to you when we talk or even just in general. I like being around you Y/n."

"Me too Chris."

Christen said she was feeling better so we started talking about random things instead. Now that the awkwardness had disappeared, it was just like all our conversations over the phone, but better because we were together. The only problem was that the feelings I had began to develop for the girl over the phone, had started to develop rather quickly for Christen. Yes they were the same person, but it was different. I knew a lot about Christen over the phone, while I was still getting to know who she was in person. There was always the urge to kiss her or at the very least ask her out. She had confessed to liking me too, but I was still nervous. She was also getting to know me as a person, what if she didn't like that person? Also, after what happened, I didn't want to rush into anything .

At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with Christens arm wrapped tightly around me. Christen stirred, quickly going to move back. Before she could, I caught her hand, lacing our fingers together, "Please don't."

Her thumb ran over the mine, making me relax again, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it doesn't have to mean anything, but please can we just stay like this for a while?"

"Okay. Are you nervous about today?"

"I don't know, I don't know what I'm feeling. Honestly, I'm trying not to think about it for now."

Christen pulled me further against her, holding me tighter and kissing just below my ear. I melted against her, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her lips against my skin, even if it was innocent, "I've got you."

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We had just gotten back from seeing my dad. It had gone better than I expected. I was able to finally be honest with him about what he had done to me and how he had made me feel. He had apologised profusely, acknowledging that nothing he could say would change what he did, but he wanted to try rebuild our relationship if I was comfortable with it. I didn't know what I wanted, if I could handle that. It was something I was willing to think about at least.

I was feeling better than I thought I would be, but things were still kind of messy. Christen pulled me in for a hug which I sunk into instantly. Since we met, I had fallen in love with Christens hugs. They were warm and comforting, the type of hug that you sunk into and never wanted to leave. Eventually though, I pulled myself away, but didn't go far. I felt myself leaning in before I could stop myself. When I felt her breath fanning against my lips, I quickly pulled back. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was the closest I had gotten, "Shit I'm sorry."

Christen huffed, catching my arm before I could go put anymore distance between us, "Can you just kiss me already?"

I searched her face for any signs of discomfort or hesitance. When I didn't find any, I cupped her cheek, connecting our lips in a soft, short kiss. There were butterflies, sparks and every other cliché thing you could think of. It felt better than I ever could have imagined. Christen pulled me back in, lips gliding across mine as if they had a thousand times before.

Unfortunately, my phone rang, ruining the moment. It did however remind me that I was supposed to be at a photoshoot right now. I pulled away quickly to answer the call, frantically apologising and assuring them I would be there in a few minutes. Thankfully it was in the hotel.

"Shit, I'm so sorry I have to go. I'm late for my photoshoot."

Christen pecked my lips before pushing me to the door, "I'll see you later."

A few hours later I ended up back in our room. Christen wasn't there so I flopped down on the bed. I knew the team was doing something, but I couldn't bring myself to go. Between seeing my dad, finally kissing Christen then having to deal with a photo shoot on top of that, it had been an exhausting day. Both mentally and physically. Before I knew it, my eyes grew heavy and I quickly fell asleep.

I felt the bed dip next to me, Christens perfume filling my senses. Instead of saying anything or even opening my eyes, I just pushed myself up against her side, burying my face against her neck. "The girls missed you at team bonding."

"Just the girls?" I mumbled, feeling her shiver slightly.

Christen left a lingering kiss against my temple, "Maybe I missed you too, but they did keep asking about you."

"I'm sorry I didn't come. I just don't think I could've been around people after today."

"Don't apologise darling, I know today was hard. I told them you had your photoshoot so you wouldn't make it."

Finally, I pulled myself away, but only just enough to connect our lips. "I didn't mean to kiss and run earlier."

"I know you didn't, it's okay. We both got caught up and lost track of time. I'm just glad you finally did kiss me."

"Let me take you out tonight? Like a proper date."

Christen smiled, fingers running through my hair, "That could be acceptable, are you sure feel up to it though? We can always do tomorrow instead."

"There's nothing I would rather do then take a beautiful women out and spoil the shit out of her like she deserves. In five minutes though because I don't think I've ever been this comfy."

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perpetual-fool · 2 months

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Maybe it's not generalities I'm sorry about. Maybe it's the specific interactions that are still haunting me.

So, I'm looking at statistics for certain firearm cartridges. I'm following through on the idea that New Vegas is just irredeemable nonsense, and working out my own system. (I'm gonna skip details on that 'cause it might trigger someone who might read this.) But it's just starting with a couple of assumptions from anecdotes, then processing some data. Like, 'if this gun does X damage, then that gun should do Y damage' kind of stuff.

Nothing should be triggering about that.

But there was this one incident with the woman. She was telling me that she was planning to swap out her little .25 ACP gun for something bigger. And that was basically all that happened, that was the whole exchange. But I didn't know what to say to that. I froze up. I'm supposed to already know, of course. Not knowing is not allowed. But also asking questions is not allowed, and being wrong is not allowed either. I didn't know what I was supposed to say or think or feel. And even now having done research as extensive as can even be possible (far as I know), I still don't know what to say or think or feel. I regret not asking. I wish I would've asked why at least, asked what made her change her mind about it. But there were things I did ask about, and they did not go well. I mean, I behaved that way because that's what they programmed into me. If I had just guessed as to what I was supposed to say that would've been wrong too. Anything I shared or expressed would have been wrong too.

So nothing really happened I guess. I was just presented with a near-meaningless interaction and was crushed by it.

But I was still wrong, ya' know? And I am still wrong, since I still can't figure it out. I'm still a stupid, worthless, pathetic piece of shit.

Recent experiences should be convincing me otherwise. I'm not to the bottom of it yet, but someone's been admitting things. casual lying, gaslighting on instinct, rampant self-deception, and I suspect most importantly, being wrong to an extent that is unfathomable to me. Like, it started with them explicitly confirming something I was asking about, but objecting to the fact that I was referring to it as 'lying'. What it's looking like, is that there are a lot of situations where people casually gaslight each other, but they're supposed to know that the other person is lying. But on me, it works. Because I have no foundation from which to doubt you. Because people's baseline genuine, thought out ideas are already completely implausible to me. Their straightforward genuine behavior is already insane.

It's looking like, fundamentally, they're too stupid for me to understand. (Not that that makes me feel any better. And also the response I'd expect, "you just want to think you're better than me!" would itself be a good example of the gaslighting.)

Maybe the reasons don't matter either. I'm sure I could've logic-ed my way out of this ten times over if that were possible. Maybe it hurt just because I loved her and it wasn't working.

Tangent; I really don't know what others mean by 'love'. See above. But personally, I've had a very strong feeling of fondness for anyone I thought I could trust. Strong enough that it feels like nothing else matters. Though my empty, meaningless life could also be a factor in that. I guess I don't really have the means to define it further. They meant the world to me, I would have done nearly anything for them, and I wanted more than anything to be with them. Is that love?

And her demeanor was extremely disarming. Her facade of endless compassion is deeply intoxicating. So very trustable. And it's still very, very hard to accept that others' expressions of concern or sympathy have absolutely no correlation with genuine kindness. She appeared to be everything I needed, everything I wanted, and she ground me down just like everyone else. The point would be better made with someone else. So just for example, last time I had surgery there was this nurse who had exactly the same demeanor. And I was high on anesthetic, so I was more forthcoming than I would normally be. But, I mentioned to this nurse that I very much doubted the people I live with were competent enough to help me if my incision opened up when I was at home. And she told me this story about that kind of thing, as if she was trying to be comforting. The story was about an episode of a tv show where a guy fucking died watching the people attempting to help kill him with their incompetence. I mean, you ever hear an upbeat song, start listening to the lyrics, and realized this is not the kind of song you thought it was? It's like that. It's almost as if they did it on purpose. They saw an opportunity to twist the knife and just couldn't resist. Except that's not congruent with the rest of their behavior.

So yeah. That feels about right.

It still hurts because I still believe in that stupid, cruel girl. And I still have to foundation from which to say it's not my fault.

- (https://youtu.be/SDTZ7iX4vTQ?si=hmg3dzQUPekBshW9)

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duckugou · 3 years

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@ my worst (nsfw)

Iwaizumi x fem!reader

cw: ANGST as hell, smut, bathroom sex, public sex, unprotected sex, biting, marking vaguely, toxic relationship, toxic friendship. just toxic all around, theyre like 24 lmao

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He finds solace in burying himself in someone new once things get too committed with his current fling.

You find solace in being used by the man you love the most.

"maybe im the best mistake you ever made. sounds so fuckin beautiful when you say my name."

Every friday night, he found himself clung to your side in your bed after he stumbled there from the club. You left the door unlocked for him, knowing what he would end up doing. Even if it killed you.

He smelled like a different girl whenever he laid with you. Some times it was cheap vanilla. Other times it was a more expensive floral. Either way, it was always subtly masked by the smell of his sweat.

You couldn't help but find yourself feeling at home due to the subtle scent of him. You allowed yourself to lay on his chest while he murmured that you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

During his sober hours, he was the sweetest. He never gave a second thought when it came to giving you the world. Coffee in the mornings, memes sent to your phone during work hours to cheer you up, and dinner at night. It was a dream. It was amazing bliss for both of you- until anyone brought it up.

"maybe im the worst, the worst you ever had. tell you youre beautiful then stab you in the back."

"Damn! Flowers, huh? You finally decide to lock her down or what, Iwa?" Oikawa asked, making the both of your heads whip around to him as everyone in the crew approached.

This sentence made both of you want to puke.

He wanted to puke because commitment scared him shitless. He didn't know how to be with just one person, even if you had his heart in full. He didn't want to disappoint you in the long run and hurt you more than everything hes done combined.

You wanted to puke because you knew what comes next. Every time someone brings it up to him- that you two should date and are basically a couple. He would distance himself more and more each time. 'here comes the hurt' you thought to yourself.

"No, what the fuck- why do you always ask that? What I cant be nice to my friend?" Iwaizumi asked, flustered and red.

"You never give me flowers!" Oikawa said, jokingly holding his heart in fake pain.

"Yeah because you fucking suck." He said, looking back to you and the flowers he bought from the lady on the street corner. "These- a lady was selling them and I felt bad, ok? Dont like- I'm not- It's not like that." He stuttered out, shattering your heart all over again.

"I know." You respond, defeated.

"Right. Well, I gotta go." He wiped his hands on his jeans, looking towards the exit.

"What? You just got here-" Oikawa began, getting interrupted.

"Yeah, forgot about a previous uh- responsibility. I'll see you all later." He brushed his friend off, walking out, not looking back at you.

You eyes would've filled with tears had this been one of the first times, but it wasnt. A sigh leaving your mouth, you sent a glare to Oikawa and shoved the flowers to his chest.

"Why do you always have to bring that shit up?" You ask harshly.

"You two obviously like each other- its so stupid."

"It's also none of your business." You sighed.

----

"dont try to call, do not disturb, i do not want to speak."

Walking back to his place, Iwaizumi knew his friends were right. Y/n was someone he should 'lock down'. Nobody has ever understood him the way she did. Nobody else takes time with him like her.

But that's the scariest part. If he was to commit to her, he multiplies the chance of her being crushed by him by 100. And he couldn't live with that.

So he decided to do what he did best. Push her away again.

----

"the more you try to fix me the more you make it worse."

Friday came along sooner than she thought it would. The days of the week passed by with no contact from Iwa. Y/n shouldn't be surprised. The longest he went was 2 and a half weeks and its only been 4 days. Sure he would hold out even longer this time, she began to think about how easy her life would be without him. Without loving him.

But it was too easy to love him when things were good. He was perfect for her- he just can't see it.

This pattern has made her numb. It hurts every single time she gets close to him again. She finds herself missing his scent on her sheets and realizes how awful the situation is- and will continue being- if she doesnt change something herself. She couldnt keep depending on him to crawl back to her apologizing- because what if he doesnt this time?

Getting up from the couch and brushing her stray tears away, Y/n decided to have a trial run of sorts. 'Lets see what life would be like without him for real' she thought to herself.

Sitting in front of her vanity, Y/n took in her disheveled appearance. This is what he reduced her to, and he didn't show any signs of caring or stopping the pattern.

Standing up and letting go of a deep breath she didn't know she was holding, Y/n walked to the bathroom to shower. Tonight would be the night things changed.

Right?

----

Walking into the club with her wallet and phone in hand, Y/n looked around, taking in her unfamiliar surroundings- fighting the urge to turn and run out.

Once she sat at the bar, Y/n felt a little more comfortable, letting her shoulders relax as she ordered a drink.

"I fucking love that dress!" A shrill voice sounded next to her as a pretty blonde turned in her seat to face Y/n.

"Oh- thank you! Your makeup is amazing!" Y/n returned the compliment, appreciating the shadow the stranger put on her eyelids.

"Thank you! I'm Lily!" The stranger said, instantly warming up to the nervous girl.

"Y/n, nice to meet you." Y/n introduced herself, taking a sip of her drink.

"What brings you here all alone?" Lily inquired, forgetting about the friends she came with and focusing on Y/n.

"Ah, heartbreak. Ya know." Y/n didn't want to dive into any details, giving the girl a short explanation.

"Oh god, I know that too well. Was it some guy?"

"Yeah- just some guy." Y/n sighed.

"Fuck men! Thats it- we aren't gonna sit here and be sad! Not on my watch! C'mon!" Lily stood up, grabbing Y/n's hand and strutting off to the dancefloor.

Taken back by the sudden warmth of the stranger in the best way, Y/n smiled. Tonight would be different.

"OH MY GOD THE PERFECT SONG!" Lily shouted over the music as none other than doja cat started playing over the speakers of the club. "DOIN TOO MUCH RELAX A BIT!" She began singing, taking Y/n's hands and putting them in the air, fingers interlocked.

"ACTIN LIKE THAT CUZ YOUR DADS A BITCH!" Y/n joined in, letting herself simply enjoy the night.

"MUST BE THE WAY THAT THE PLANETS IS!" Lily shouted, smiling.

"MUST BE YA FACE CUZ ITS NOT YA DICK!" The two girls sang in unison, laughing.

Across the club, Iwaizumi stood with a random tall red head, mind absolutely blank as he caught sight of his best friend dancing with a cute blonde.

Taken back, he felt all of the blood in his body rush to his head. Why the fuck was she here- in a club? With some random girl? In that dress? What is happening- what alternate universe is he in?

The way you danced around to this song made his heart ache. He hurt you again.

He stood and watched helplessly as you and your new friend were approached by 2 men. They seemed to introduce themselves to you, asking to dance. And you accepted.

Iwaizumi watched you dance with a glow around you, thinking about how happy you seemed without him. But it wasn't fair. What about him, right? I mean, he's not even having fun! This redhead is so-

"Boring." He finished his thought out loud to himself.

"Whats that?" The red head asked.

"I need another drink." He walked away, eyes held on your figure in that stupid dress.

Running directly into you, nudging you away from the tall man in front of you with his shoulder, Iwaizumi faked innocence.

"Oh shit- I'm so sorry- Y/n?" He asked as if he didn't know.

"Oh- hi Iwazumi." You replied, shaken from the impact of him both physically and emotionally.

"im not ready for you to forget me."

"What are you doing here?" He asked, not minding any listening ears near by.

"I'm just...trying to have fun." You explained, feeling drained by his presence.

"tell you you're beautiful then stab you in the back"

"Well, you look great." He offered, remembering how great you felt in his arms, not wanting you to bed in this random guys arms tonight instead. "Careful with this one," he said to the man. "Shes a lot to handle."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, taken back yet again.

"Oh you know. She can be a little much- especially in the bedroom!" He spoke to the man as if he asked, knowing he hadn't slept with you more than one time at Bokuto's birthday party during seven minutes in heaven. It turned into 30 minutes in bliss, which ended in him not speaking to you for a week.

"Excuse me?!" You shouted, shoving Iwa.

"Do you two have something-" The man started.

"No!"

"Yup."

You both stood silent, staring at each other. Why would he say yes-

"Sorry buddy, you can have her tonight though." Iwa patted the man on the back, walking away.

"Uh, I'm not gonna get in the middle of all of that- sorry sweetheart." The man said, offering a sorry expression and walking away.

Anger bubbled up in your chest and your eyes found Iwazumi's figure walking to the bathrooms.

Storming into the men's bathroom, you looked around, only seeing Iwazumi. Locking the door, you were determined to hash this out once and for all.

"this is the end this is the end this is the end of me"

"Hey, this is the mens bathroom-" He began, interrupted by your hands on his chest, shoving him.

"What in the FUCK what that?! You don't get to not talk to me for days and then- GOD we only had sex ONE FUCKIN TIME IWA." You shouted.

"Dont care. Dont want you in some random assholes bed." He stood his ground, looking down at you- down your dress momentarily.

"Oh but it's okay for you to fuck anything on legs, yeah? You're such an asshole- you don't get to choose for me."

"I'm just helping you out, princess."

"HELPING ME OUT?! Helping me out. Well, you can help by figuring out what the fuck you want from me. I'm done being used by you. I'm done going days being ignored and I'm done pretending I dont lo-" You shouted through fresh tears.

"Dont." He interrupted, stepping closer to you.

"Dont what? Say I love you?" You challenged.

"You dont."

"Yes I fucking do Iwaizumi." You stood your ground, stepping closer to him, noticing the breath hitch in his chest.

"Fuck." He muttered, his hand finding the back of your neck and kissing you. Kissing you like you were oxygen and the world was running out. Kissing you like a starved man finding food in the desert. Kissing you like-

Like he loved you.

But he didn't right?

Pushing you against the sink, he put his hands on the back of your thighs, setting you on the counter.

"Y/n I- fuck. What are you doing? With me? Why me? You can do so much better- I'm the worst." He asked, foreheads touching.

"Hajime. I wish I knew why I'm so drawn to you. You're my best friend- you get me." You whispered.

"What if I hurt you?" He asked, pain in his chest.

"What if you don't?"

His mind raced with that thought, diving into fantasies of being together with you, kissing you whenever he wanted, sharing a bedroom, having kids maybe.

His mouth found yours again as he pulled your hips closer to him, his center in-between your spread legs.

You felt the straps of your dress being pulled down, revealing your braless chest.

"Shit, Y/n. So pretty. So perfect-" His lips landed on your right nipple, hand tweaking the left as you moaned. You threw your head back and felt your heart flutter.

"Haji-" You moaned out, needing him. He was what you needed. He always was.

"More." He said, pushing your dress up your legs and taking your soaked panties off. "Need you." He muttered out, lips attaching themselves to your neck, a finger diving into your entrance, causing you to scream out in pleasure. You hands searched for his hardening dick through his pants, finding it and rubbing it.

"Shit Iwa." Your moans egged him on, another finger burying itself inside you as he searched for the spot that would make you twitch.

And when he found it, you were putty in his hands.

"Haji!" You screamed, your hand gripping his dick through his pants and making him groan into your ear. "Please please please!" You begged him, needing to cum.

"Cum on my fingers, princess. Remind me what it feels like. C'mon baby." The feeling of his breath as he whispered names to you sent you over the edge. Cumming all over his hand, you moaned him name over and over.

Iwaizumi pulled his pants down, spitting in his hand and stroking his cock as you came down from your first high.

"Need to be in you." He muttered, lining himself up, not waiting for you to be fully done riding out your orgasm.

Thrusting in, you both moaned out at the same time. Nothing has ever felt as good as his cock in you. The world was fuzzy as you became overstimulated from him fucking you so hard.

His right hand behind your head as he kissed and bit your neck all over, leaving marks. His left hand holding your hips down so he could rut into you properly.

"Mine." He growled against your neck, needing to mark you. "You're fucking mine. I'm yours- shit. I'm yours Y/n. Take me please. Yours yours yours." The words fell off of his lips, finally saying what he's wanted to all along. And he meant it.

"Mine! Fuck Haji- you're mine promi-ise!" You moaned out, feeling everything collide in your core.

"Gonna fuck you forever- only pussy I need. Only one I wa-ant. Fuck baby."

"Haji-i-i! Too-oo much- fuck!" You screamed out, second orgasm coming fast as his first approached.

"Hold it for me, princess. Wan' cum with you." He muttered, feeling your walls tighten and strangle his cock.

"Ca-ant!" You yelled, trying to hold back as he thrusted, his dick twitching inside of you, hips stuttering.

"Fucking hold it." He demanded, fingers gripping your hip harder with every second that passed and he felt himself get closer.

"Cum with me princess." He said, letting you both fall over the edge, you head resting in his shoulder as he continued to fuck him cum into you on the bathroom counter.

Heavy breaths filled the room as you came down from your highs. He lifted your chin from his shoulder, kissing you softly.

"You mean it, Haji?" You asked, overly sensitive and needing to be told everything you want to hear.

"'Course I do. 'S always been you princess." He felt his chest tighten as he realized what he's admitted to.

"could you love me at my worst?"

Pulling out, he helped you clean yourself off with toilet paper- joys of bathroom sex.

You both got dressed and you face the mirror, fixing your hair and makeup as best as you could.

You both walked out together, his hand in yours as you walked down the street to your apartment. That's why he ended up at yours all the time, after all. You were close. You made sense.

Changing into a big t-shirt, Iwaizumi stripping down to his boxers, you both cuddled in your bed, his own scent the only one on him besides your own perfume. His scent able to really seep into your sheets.

"demons are friends, angels are enemies."

You fell asleep with a smile.

He fell asleep with self destructive thoughts racing through his head. He's never been good at fighting those demons telling him he's not enough and doesn't deserve you.

----

You woke up and rolled over, expecting to see your Haji.

But the bed was empty. Every trace of him was gone besides the smell of him on your bed.

In that moment you knew- you were going to be stuck in this pattern with him forever. And you couldn't stop it.

And in 2 weeks when he calls you apologizing, you would let him crawl back into your bed.

Fresh tears streamed down your face as you rolled back over, holding your pillow tightly, crying yourself back to sleep.

"Could you love me at my worst?"

----

Iwaizumi walked into the apartment he shared with Oikawa, spotting the brunette sitting on the couch drinking his coffee.

"When are you gonna stop this shit with Y/n? You're hurting her." Oikawa asked lightly.

"It'll hurt more if I-"

"Youre a pussy, Hajime. Grow up." Oikawa spoke harshly, standing up and walking past him to his bedroom, ready to text you about how you deserve better, knowing you'd never let yourself let Iwaizumi go. No matter how badly you both hurt, this toxic cycle was permanent.

Stepping into the shower, Iwaizumi thought about last night and how you felt. In his arms, around his dick, everything.

He cried for 30 minutes in the shower before crawling into his bed, crying himself to sleep as well.

"Could you love me at my worst?"

The answer would always be yes, no matter how bad the worst gets.

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erensrag · 3 years

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bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren

eren x y/n (wc: 3173)

warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent

i don’t think i did this correctly….

"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.

his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.

it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.

you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.

which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?

it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.

seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"

and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."

"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.

"i'm trying my best!"

"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.

"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"

"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.

"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."

"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."

"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."

you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.

“no.”

you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”

“shut up.”

"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.

it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.

"you— you just seem to—"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."

you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"

"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.

you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."

you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.

that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.

"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."

you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.

"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.

a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.

"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.

but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.

"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.

shit. what's wrong with him?

what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.

where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?

"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.

"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.

your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.

usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.

he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.

a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”

his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.

and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.

it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”

"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"

"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.

"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.

"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.

you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.

he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."

"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."

a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.

it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.

his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"

still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."

you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.

you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.

you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.

"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.

but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.

like he's been holding himself back all this time.

fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"

the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.

he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.

this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.

"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.

you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.

and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.

but instead a weak nod comes out.

#eren x y/n #eren x you #eren x reader #attack on titan fic #eren jeager x reader #eren smut #eren yeager #eren jaeger

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lowkeyerror · 3 years

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I Lost Everything pt2

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2419

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Pt. 1

Ever since your visit Nat hasn't been able to sleep right. The picture of you yelling at her hasn't left her mind. Neither has the guilt of what she put you through.

No matter how much she wanted to deny that you losing so much had nothing to do with her she couldn't. It was a chain reaction she had broken up with you and it clouded your mind so much that you couldn't keep up at work and you lost your place. In her mind it only made sense that she was responsible for all of your misfortune.

When she saw your car parked out front of her house she didn't know what to expect. However she never thought she would see you so broken. Not just from being mugged but from what she did to you. How she left you because of her stupid fucking commitment issues.

She kept replaying what she said in her head. She was ignorant with her words. She shouldn't even have tried to force you to take your shirt off. It would've made more sense if she just offered to take you to the hospital.

In her mind she didn't deserve to wallow or feel sorry for herself. She's the one that hurt you so why should she get to feel like this. Like she's the one who lost everything. It all just made her stick to her stomach.

When she first broke things off with you she thought she could just move on, but that wasn't the case. She was always thinking about you. Everything reminded her of you and it had begun to eat her alive.

She tried her best to make you leave her mind but it didn't work. She had thrown herself into her job but it didn't take long for everyone to see what she was doing. They eventually put her on strict limits of many missions she could go on and how long she was allowed to stay at the office.

They had seen Nat when she was in a bad place but it was different when she broke up with you. There was less anger and much more sadness. At first she was going on all these missions but she wasn't performing at her best. Natasha was making sloppy mistakes that she would've never done in the right headspace. It was part of the reason that figured she needed to have her actions limited.

They had honestly just lifted some of her restrictions when you were sitting in her driveway but now it seemed like she was back to square one. It was worse than square one , to her this wasn't even on par with how she felt before. This time the guilt was eating her alive and it was taking everything for her not to get swallowed up.

When she was supposed to be working all she could think about was your touch. She hadn't felt your skin against hers in months prior to her trying to patch you up.

Even though it was bruised and slightly bloody your skin was still soft like she remembered. Her hand had ended up caressing your face and she didn't even notice because it just felt right.

Being with you always felt right to Natasha. She hated herself for being so scared of loving you. She was scared to love you but what she came to realize was that she was more scared of losing you. You were her better half and she needed you.

Nat knew this but her entire being was telling her that she didn't deserve you. Not after all that she put you through.

" Nat, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Natasha's thoughts were interrupted when Wanda had decided to approach her. Nat was dreading this conversation because every time Wanda wanted to talk it meant she had been snooping around in someone's head.

Nonetheless Nat followed Wanda into her room and made herself comfortable on the bed.

" Natasha, everyone makes mistakes you know. Sometimes those mistakes can end up making us hurt the people that we love but that doesn't change the love we have for them. It doesn't erase the fact that we deserve love"

" Wanda you don't understand"

The younger girl sighed and took a seat next to Nat on the bed. She grabbed the older woman's hand pulling her up into a sitting position," There isn't much to understand Nat. You hurt Y/n and instead of actually helping her heal you ran away. But even though you ran away, when Y/n needed help she drove to your house."

" And then I hurt her again"

" You did and for all the hurt you gave her, all she did was hug you. She let you cry in her arms while she was beat up and broken physically and emotionally. She even told you that she would've never gotten tired of being yours Nat. What more do you need?"

Nat put her hands on her head," All I do is cause her pain Wanda. I don't want to hurt her anymore"

" Then don't hurt her anymore Natasha. You've always kept to your word, you've never been one to give up so easily. Now that you have someone to fight for you, why aren't you fighting?"

Natasha stayed silent and Wanda took that as a sign to keep going," If you love Y/n, you have to fight for her. We don't just let go of the things that we love without at least trying to fight for them first"

Wanda was right if this was anything else Natasha wouldn't have let it come to this. So why is it so different when it comes to you? Why does it feel 10 times harder than everything else?

" I don't even know what I would say to her Wan"

" You might not know what to say now but when you see her it will all come to you naturally"

Natasha needed this talk. She needed for someone to get her in the right mindset. While she still didn't know if she deserved you, she knew she had to try and get back with you.

" Thanks Wan I needed this"

With those few words Natasha let herself out of the room with the mission of getting to you. After you left her house that day she did some admittedly creepy research on you.

She was honestly just trying to find the people that jumped you at first. Which she did and they had all been thrown in jail. However her curiosity got the best of her and she found out what grocery store you worked at and the apartment you currently lived in.

It was quite the opposite of your old place. Your old apartment was modern and luxurious. The new one looked like it hadn't been remodeled since the 60's and that was being generous.

It was the middle of the day when Nat finally arrived at your apartment. She knocked on the door but there was no answer. She almost got discouraged before remembering that you were probably at work.

Though she knew where you worked she didn't want to interrupt you at your place of employment. So the red head just stood by the door to your apartment and waited for your return.

A couple of hours went by but Nat didn't mind the wait. It gave her some time to think about what she wanted to say to you. She had gotten some strange looks from a few of your neighbors but it didn't bother her.

" Natasha?"

The assassin scrambled to stand up straight when she heard your voice.

" Hi Y/nn"

Your eyes raked Natasha from head to toe. There was nothing physically wrong with the woman, but you could sense the emotional turmoil brewing behind her eyes.

" Come on"

You unlocked your door and let Natasha into your apartment. It was a very small space.

Once you walked in, you were already standing in the living room which was connected to the single strip of kitchen, where there was only enough room to cook. There wasn't much of a hallway to break up the living room from the rest of the space. The free small space led to the bathroom on the right and the bedroom on the left. It was very compact but it's what you could afford at the time.

You took a seat on the couch and waited for Natasha to follow your lead. You thought that she would be judging the place more but all of her focus seemed to be directed at you. She took a seat on the opposite side of the couch so that there was some space in between the two of you.

" We caught the guys who mugged you," Natasha decided to speak first.

" That seems a little below your pay grade," You stated not really looking at the woman.

" Well I made an exception, two actually. Technically this is evidence but I thought I'd give it to you anyway," Nat pulls out your wallet from one of her pockets.

You are a little quick to grab it but Nat didn't mind. You checked it and somehow all your belongings were in there. Even your check from work.

" Thank you, I really needed this"

It was quite for another moment. Natasha was staring at you so intensely but you wouldn't look her in the eye.

" Did you have something else to tell me, Natasha?"

The woman squared her jaw and began bouncing her leg up and down. It was clear to you that she was nervous. Which in turn made you a little nervous as well. You had rarely seen Natasha nervous so whatever she was about to tell you was huge.

" Y/n," she grabbed your hand," I love you."

Your heart was pounding in your chest. Even when you were together you never thought Nat would actually say those words to you. Part of you wanted to fall right back into her arms but the other part was warning you against it.

" Natasha," Your tone was desperate, you were pleading for her. You didn't know if you wanted her to shut up or say more.

" Let me finish. I tried convincing myself that us breaking us was me trying to protect you but it wasn't. It was me being scared that you'd see this vulnerable side of me and then leave. I shouldn’t have let my insecurities ruin the best thing that's ever happened to me. I know that isn't an excuse but please. I need another chance"

You wanted to give it to her. You wanted to let her back into your life with wide open arms but something was stopping you. Maybe it was your own fear about being hurt again or maybe it was your turn to think that you weren't enough for her.

" Natasha" you said it with the same desperate tone.

" I'm sorry for everything. I'll do whatever it takes to make up for it all. I'm sorry I broke us up, I'm sorry for last week, and I'm sorry for ever believing that I could live without you. You're my everything Y/n, please"

Natasha was on her knees clutching your hand between the two of hers. She was laying herself out bare, stripping herself of all of her pride and dignity. She was begging for you. You could see the tears swelling behind her eyes.

" I want this so badly Natasha. I want us to be together with all of my being but I can't afford to lose anything else. I lost everything when you left me and I don't want to go through that again"

Natasha reaches out and cups your face," I will protect you from everything, even myself. I won't let you lose anything else Y/n."

She has a fire in her gaze and you can see it. She believes in what she's saying to the fullest extent.

You know there's still a chance you might get hurt again but you have nothing left to lose. Your head is telling you that you should be cautious but that means nothing to you. Not when your heart is screaming at you to give her another chance.

You found yourself leaning into her touch and closing your eyes," One more chance?"

" It's all I need"

You bit your lip before slightly nodding," Ok"

Natasha was gentle as she pulled your face towards her. When your lips met hers it felt right. It was everything that you had missed about her in one movement.

Her lips were slightly chapped but you didn't care. At this moment all you wanted was for her to keep kissing you.

You ended up pulling Natasha impossible close to you to the point that she was lying on top of you.

You grunted in pain causing Natasha to immediately break the kiss.

" Are you ok?" Panic took over her features and removed herself from on top of you.

" Bruised ribs," you responded with a dry chuckle. Natasha let her fingers rake up and down your abdomen.

" Move in with me," She spoke as she traced patterns on your stomach.

" What?"

" Move in with me. I don't like you living on this side of town, it's dangerous"

You were going to protest but before you could she added," And quit your job."

" Excuse me?"

" I know you don't want to work at a grocery store and until you find somewhere else to work or even if you decide you don't want to work at all I've got you."

She was saying this while still tracing your stomach. You felt overwhelmed with warmth looking at her in this state. She seemed so docile like nothing could take her away from this moment.

It might be crazy for you to just jump back in this relationship full throttle. It might be crazy for you just to trust everything that Natasha's saying. But you do.

" Are you sure Nat?"

Her gaze slowly lifted so that she was looking at you," I've never been more sure of anything in my life" she pecked your lips before laying her head in you lap.

" Should I pack a bag?"

Nat yawned," Tomorrow,"

You ran your hands through her hair," I guess we're just going to stay here for the night"

" Mhmmm," her eyes were already closed as she cuddled deeper into your lap.

" I love you Nat"

" I love you too baby"

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #marvel #lowkeyerror

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Brothers - Chapter 11

Unforgiven

Summary- You're hit with the bombshell of Chris coming home after a month away and after he left you questioning everything, completely heartbroken. How were you meant to confront him after so long?

Word count- 2K

Pairing- Chris Hems x reader

Warnings- Swearing, a smidgen of violence

18+ only!

Posted: 3rd August 2021

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You haven't felt like this about anyone for a very long time and Chris has just made your fear of rejection all too real. You couldn't help the way you felt about him though, still feel about him. You love him and he'd told you he loved you, you'd felt it when he'd said it, you'd seen the look in his eye. So why were you even questioning it?

In the morning you finally felt the courage to check your phone - Liam had stayed with you all night until you'd calmed down enough to go to bed when the sun had rised and you were no longer taunted by your demons in the dark.

There's multiple text messages and missed calls filling up the screen of your phone.

I'm sorry I had to leave like that, are you ok? Xx

Read the first one. Your eyes scanned over the rest, mostly saying the same thing.

Y/N please answer. Let me explain myself. I didn't have time to speak to Liam about it all right then and I didn't want to leave on a bombshell.

His excuses made you feel sick to your stomach. You could understand why he did it but there were much better ways for him to go about it that wouldn't have left you feeling heartbroken.

You sighed heavily, putting your phone back onto your bedside table a little bit too forcibly and sinking back into your feather pillows. If you gave in to your impulses you would've text him back straight away but knowing deep down that would be the wrong thing to do, you restrained yourself. It took willpower but you just about managed, he'd made you feel like shit there was no way you were going to forgive him so easily.

*********

As the weeks passed by it became more and more difficult to ignore Chris, he wasn't giving up without a fight which admittedly made you feel a little bit better. You'd ignored him for so long it had become a habit and the fact he wasn't giving in told you he definitely did care about you but he'd made a major mistake and you were going to make him pay.

"Have you spoke to Chris yet?" Liam asked you over lunch.

"Nope." A sly smile played on your lips, you were kind of enjoying making Chris sweat but you'd never admit it.

"Maybe you should, he's been blowing my phone up trying to get in contact with you. You do know he's coming home this week?"

"What? You stopped with your fork in front of your lips, eyes wide. "No I did not know that, has it been a month already?"

"Uh-huh, and its gonna be massively fucking awkward for me if you two are still arguing."

"We're not arguing..." You brush your hair behind your ear, sitting up straight in your chair. " We're not even speaking."

The thought of Chris coming home fills you with dread and excitement all at the same time. You're so excited to see his face and yet dreading the thought of having to deal with your problems.

"When will he be home?" You ask, trying to be casual.

"I don't know, he just said this week. I haven't exactly been speaking to him myself, I'm still pissed off with him."

"And you didn't think to ask what day?.and why are you pissed off? He didn't do anything to you." Your voice was a little too high, it always was when you panicked. Chris could come home at any minute and you weren't mentally prepared for it.

"No, but don't you think him hurting you effects me? You've had a face like a slapped ass for a month for a start and if you want to know so badly why don't you call him?" Liam raised his eyebrows at you, unamused at the whole messenger thing he had going on.

"Pfft, I can't." You push your bowl of food away, suddenly not very hungry anymore. "It's been so long I wouldn't even know what to say."

"Your drama is honestly making me go grey." Liam runs his hand through his hair, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

"I think you'd look pretty good as a silver fox." You tease.

"I would but still, please sort it out." He gives you the glare. "Anyway, I'm going to have a little get together tonight. You up for it?"

"A get together or a party?"

"Well you know how it usually goes, it starts off as a get together but usually turns in to a party."

"Exactly, well I'm off out with the girls so we'll be there later."

You finished up your meals, Liam refusing for you to pay as usual, he was such a gentleman, you really wish his brother was a little bit more like him in that way.

*********

You help Liam greet his guests, smiling and mingling as you go. The ratio of women to men doesn't suprise you one bit, Liam was newly single after all but you roll your eyes anyway after leading yet another group of girls through to the living room.

You watched Liam greeting the girls with the most genuine smile on his face than you'd seen in a while, he was happy, finally and it brought you great pleasure.

Your heart stops beating when you hear Chris's distinctive Australian accent carry above the noise in the room, you can feel his eyes burning into your back as you turn around to find him. Your tummy fluttering when your eyes meet, unable to hide how much you've actually missed him from your face. He smiles sheepishly at you making your tummy somersault, excusing himself politely from the group of girls that had circled around him and making his way over to you, when Liam steps in his way, blocking his path.

"I don't want to make a scene here but you've got some serious explaining to do." Liam says sternly.

"I know... I... I wasn't honest with you before I left."

"That's putting it lightly. Y/N told me everything." You watched the exchange between the brothers, your nerves going into overdrive. You could hear Liam's friend talking to you but you weren't focusing on him, his words just a distant noise, your attention solely on the brothers. Brothers who looked like they were about to fight. Because of you.

"What are you, her bodyguard? If there's anyone I need to answer to it's Y/N, are you gunna let me past?" You watched as Chris' jaw tensed, the muscles in his neck becoming more prominent and you knew things were getting heated.

"If you're gunna treat her like shit Chris then yeah I am, the manly thing to do was come clean. It was a pussy move and you know it." People were starting to watch and your cheeks were burning but you were routed to the spot. Unable to move all you could do was stare blankly.

"Are you calling me a pussy?"

"Yeah, I'm calling you a fucking pussy." Liam shoved Chris square in his chest, he barely moved but his jaw clenched together, the tendons in his neck straining with rage.

Why, why, why were you stood watching this and not doing something about it? Your two favourite people in the whole world were about to fight each other and you're stood watching like it's a fucking soap opera.

You could see Chris thinking, debating about what he should do. Should he give his brother a free pass - he did deserve it, or should he fight back - he'd already called him a pussy he didn't want people actually believing it.

He decided to let it go, moving past him to get to you when Liam shoved him again, this time he wasn't expecting it and almost fell over, recovered himself and then went for Liam. Your mouth hung open, your legs started moving before you registered what was happening.

"Stop! Please stop!" You screamed, Liam's friends coming to the rescue and holding them both back. Tears in your eyes at the thought of them fighting each other

You looked up at Liam's friend holding Chris back. "It's ok, I've got him." You took Chris by the hand, leading him away from Liam, weaving through the crowd that had gathered, pissed off that they'd caused such a scene in public but you needed to get them away from each other so they could both calm down.

Chris walked into your room and you closed the door behind him, resting your head against it for a minute.

"What the fuck was that?" You question, turning around to face him.

"Don't ask me, what exactly did you say to Liam while I was gone?"

"Are you really trying to blame me? I told him the truth Chris, like you should've done." He hung his head in shame. His elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands.

"Yeah I know but let me explain."

"I haven't got time for it now." You start shuffling through your wardrobe. "I need to get ready." You say with your back to him.

"Ready for what?"

"I'm going out with the girls." You turn around slowly, looking at him, taking him all in. You've missed him so much, why does he have to be so damn attractive.

Then he gives you that sexy smile and your knees almost cave but you remind yourself of the things he said, willing yourself to stay angry with him.

"Do you have to go? I've only just got back." You start going through your wardrobe, if you had your back to him you could distract yourself from the heavy sexual tension between you. The need to run up to him and wrap you legs around him, telling him all was forgiven while you kissed every inch of his damn fine body.

"Yeah I'm going. You don't get to treat me like that and then just come back and act like nothings happened."

"Y/N can you please stop being so stupid, this is ridiculous." He said sitting down on the end of your bed with his head in his hands.

"I'm being stupid? Are you for real?" You take off your clothes until you're left in just your underwear, turning around to look at him with your hands on your hips.

"Ok sorry that was the wrong thing to say, I've been trying to speak to you every day for a month. Did you not miss me?" He looks up, his eyes widening when he sees you in your underwear.

"You're always saying the wrong thing aren't you?" Now can you leave, I need to get ready and I want to do it in peace." You point to the door, your hand falling limply by your side when you watch Chris licking his lips, his eyes focusing everywhere but your face.

"Do you have to go? I think I can find a way of making you forgive me."

"You can't just fuck your way outta this one Chris, I'm not a toy for you to do as you please with."

"You're so hot when you're angry... I'm really trying not to fuck you senseless right now." He bites on his fist watching your anger falter.

"We're just friends aren't we?" You say rather bitterly

"We're not just friends and you fucking know it, friends don't do this shit -" he says as he moves in front of you, his hands wrapping around you and resting on your plump cheeks. "I told you I loved you and I fucking meant it. Can we please forget what I said? I didn't think about it until after I'd said it and I tried to call you straight away to apologize."

"Do what?" You reply trying to keep your calm as his hands electrify your body.

He cups your ass and lifts you into his arms, you instinctively wrap your legs around his hard torso. He lays you back onto the bed and kisses you deep, his tongue desperately finding yours as he thrusts his bulge into your tingling pussy. Your body betrays you as you let out a low moan, you feel him groan from deep inside as his prehistoric nature takes over.

"That." he says breathlessly.

"I'm still going out tonight but I'll be back later." You say between him kissing down your neck, savouring every last inch of your taste. "You can think about how you can make it up to me while I'm gone and before that you better go grovel to Liam, I think he's even more pissed off than me."

"Oh baby, you're not even going to know your own name by the time I'm finished with you never mind anything else."

"This doesn't mean you're forgiven, this means I'm giving you a chance."

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crashdevlin · 3 years

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Fool For Love 10- Compromising

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Author’s Note: Get ready for some heavy angst and some angry alpha Dean acting an ass. This series is also available on Archive.

Summary: Sam is determined to fix things between his brother and their omega, but with Dean stuck in his self-hatred and Y/n stuck in her self-pity, that's a little harder than it seems.

Pairing: former Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, mentions of Beta!OMC x Beta!Reader

Word count: 3261

Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, angst, past kidnapping, Dean having no clue how to fix shit, some awkwardness, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! knotting sex, heat, oral (fem rec)

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“Thank you, Sam. I really could have figured it out myself, though,” Y/n said as Sam set the LOMMARP down in her living room.

"Well, I know, but I wanted to help," he said as he stepped back to examine the placement. He bit the inside of his lip for a moment before he cleared his throat. "And, uh, I didn't end up putting it together. It was Dean."

She looked away and sighed. "Yeah,” she responded softly. “I can smell him on it."

"He told me not to tell you, but I didn’t want to lie.”

“Well, thanks for respecting me enough not to lie,” she said, turning away from the bookshelf and sitting on the couch.

“Of course I resp-” Sam took a deep breath. “Y/n, I know that you were burned by Dean’s-”

“I was destroyed by Dean,” she interrupted. “He killed me and then he killed my boyfriend and then he killed my beta existence.”

Sam’s shoulders tightened with tension. “You chose to become an omega again. It wasn’t him.”

“No, it was you,” she reminded, softly. “And yeah, some of it was me. I convinced myself that it was the right thing to do, so I’m at fault for my condition too, but the simple fact of it is that none of this would have happened if Dean hadn’t killed me two years ago.”

Sam took a deep breath and sat next to her on the couch. “You need to talk to him.” She looked over, her eyebrow raised. “Look, I’m very happy to have this time where it’s just you and me and you act like the sun shines out of my ass, but…” Sam licked his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. “You love Dean and Dean loves you and don’t argue about it because being mad at him for what he’s done doesn’t change the fact that you love him.”

She looked away from him and scratched at her neck so Sam set his hand on her knee. “You wouldn’t have saved him if you didn’t still love him. I know you’re angry. I’m angry too. We lost out on two years with you because Dean fucked up, but we can get past it. We can get past the anger and find the love again...but not if you don’t talk to him.”

"Talking to him is...too hard, Sam."

"No, it's not. I'll be with you. Come on, Y/n." He squeezed her knee and she sighed.

"Okay. But not here...and not at the Bunker. Neutral ground."

Sam smiled. "I know just the place."

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"The park, Sam? Really?" Dean bitched as he parked the Impala and looked around the parking lot for a sign of Y/n.

"It's neutral, Dean. It's not her place. It's not our place," Sam explained as he pushed open his door and climbed out. "Plus, it's open air so no one can claim that pheromones played a part in the discussion. It’s the best place for this."

Dean rolled his eyes and exited the Chevy, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and sighing. "This is not gonna work."

"Yes, it will. She still loves you. It'll work," Sam promised, walking away toward the picnic area.

"Would you forgive me for all the crap I pulled on-"

"I already have." Dean looked over at Sam, confused, but Sam was looking ahead to where Y/n was sitting at the nearest picnic table. Sam took the spot on the bench next to Y/n and Dean took the middle of the bench on the other side.

Dean's eyes couldn't lift from the table top as Y/n looked over at him, waiting patiently. She knew well how hard it was for Dean to speak on his emotions. "Sorry" would come easily. Admitting when he's messed up was easy for him, but talking out the whys was always hard.

Awkward silence dragged out over a few long moments, Sam opening his mouth to try start the conversation but thinking better of it each time. Dean reached out to pick at a splinter in the wood, absent-mindedly playing with it as Y/n watched.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I-I know that doesn’t mean anything but I am so sorry, Y/n.” He finally looked up and caught her eyes, tears making his olive orbs shine even brighter. “I’m so sorry about everything. I wish I had helped you when you were sick and I wish I had been able to walk away when I found out you were alive. I’m sorry I-I went feral and fucked your entire life up. What I did to your fiance...he didn’t deserve that. He just fell in love with the most wonderful woman in the world and that wasn’t his fault. He didn’t deserve what I did and I’m so sorry.”

Y/n shook her head, anger dripping into her scent. “He didn’t get the chance to actually be my fiance, Dean. You beat him to death before I even had the chance to say ‘yes’.” Tears filled her eyes at the memory of Malcolm covered in blood with his face smashed. “He was a good man. All he ever did was love me, support me, lift me up. And you killed him. You killed him. How is sorry supposed to fix that?”

“It’s not,” Dean answered, shaking his head. “It’s not supposed to fix anything. But I been…” He took a shaky breath and let his tongue out to run along his bottom lip. “Since I woke up and realized what I did, I’ve been sick about it. I ruined everything for you and I ruined everything again after you worked so hard to put together a good life without us and…” He shook his head as tears finally fell. “I’m so sorry.”

"Yeah, me too. I'm sorry I was so forgettable that you could toss me aside so easily. I'm sorry I picked beta existence instead of Chuck just taking my marks because if I'd chosen the first option, I'd be the only one affected. Malcolm would still be alive and you never would have gone feral, because you wouldn't be mated anymore." Dean's bottom lip trembled as she stood. "Would've been better for everyone."

"Y/n," Sam started but she shook her head and leaned over Dean.

"I was raped by a demon because of you and you never touched me again after. Do you even understand what that did to my self-worth? Do you understand that I thought I was ruined because my alpha wouldn't touch me? How broken I already was about what that monster did and how I felt so destroyed-"

"It was Amara, Y/n, she got in my head and-"

"And you couldn’t push through it. Not for me…and you couldn’t tell me why and you could-" Dean stood and moved like he was going to grab her, but stopped and stepped back instead. She let out a deep breath and licked her lips. "You hurt me in a hundred ways, Dean."

"I know. I wish I could fix it."

"You're talking again. That's a start," Sam said, moving to stand too.

"Right. A start." Y/n cleared her throat and wiped at her eyes. "I'm, um, gonna get going. I've got work in a half hour."

"Okay," Sam said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. "Love you. Text me?"

"Yeah," she agreed before nodding at Dean and walking toward the parking lot.

The brothers watched her walk away until they couldn't see her anymore. "Told you it wouldn't work," Dean grumbled before walking away.

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"I was thinking we could do dinner...with Dean," Sam suggested as he brought Y/n a cup of coffee. "It's been a few days, you've calmed down. I know you've been thinking about his apology, right?"

She rolled her eyes and took a sip of the coffee. "Yeah. I guess I've been thinking but...it’s...I’m just tired of...compromising, I guess?”

“Compromising?” Sam asked, shaking his head a little.

“Putting aside my feelings and my desires to be...because omegas make things easier, omegas soothe and fix, omegas-”

“You don’t have to-”

“Of course, I do. I’m the omega, it’s my lot in life.” She cleared her throat. “It’s fine. I’m...it’s fine. Let’s just...if you want to have dinner with Dean, we can have dinner with Dean.”

“If you don’t want to, then-” Sam started.

“What I want doesn’t matter,” she dismissed.

“Yes, it does!” Sam argued. “Of course, it does, Y/n.”

“No, it doesn’t, because what I want in my head is a different thing than what I want in my body and my body is going to win out in the end because of these stupid fucking marks.” She closed her eyes tight and scratched her nails across her eyebrows. “It’s okay. It’s fine. Call Dean. We’ll do B&E, get some pizza or something.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure. Gonna have to fix things eventually, right?”

Sam nodded and pulled out his phone.

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Dean was nervous as he pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He wasn’t sure why he kept letting Sam talk him into this stuff. Y/n was never going to forgive him. She shouldn’t. He fucked up. He fucked everything up. He ruined everything.

She was sitting at a booth with Sam when he walked into the pizzeria. Dean swallowed thickly and approached the booth, taking the seat on the opposite side. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Sam and Y/n echoed.

“Have we, uh, have we ordered?”

“No. Figured we should wait. That’s the polite thing, right?” Y/n asked, looking down at the tabletop.

Dean bit his bottom lip and shook his head with a sigh. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. You’re obviously uncomfortable and-”

“I’m on the edge of my first heat in years,” Y/n interrupted. “I can feel it starting to claw at my insides. Little cramps, uncomfortable anxiety...it’s just been a while since I felt it, okay? That’s why I’m on edge.”

Dean nodded. “Sorry. I...I couldn’t smell it over Sammy’s scent. I...I hope...I mean...I don’t suppose you’re excited about it, but...Sam’s gonna be good to take care-” The powerful way Y/n rolled her eyes stopped Dean mid sentence.

“Sam won’t be enough, dumbass.”

“Y/n,” Sam chastised quietly and Y/n rolled her eyes again.

“He is. If he’s already forgotten how I almost died last time,” Y/n snapped.

“I didn’t forget,” Dean said, softly, picking at his paper napkin. “I just figured you’d wanna go as long as possible without touching me. Figured I’d be a last-ditch effort, keep yourself away from me until you absolutely have to-”

“You think I’d rather subject myself to rejection sickness for a while instead of having sex with you? You think I hate you so much that I’d put myself through that pain again?” she asked, seriously. Dean just shrugged, still not looking at her. She sighed and shook her head. “If I hated you, I’d’ve let you die...feral and lost. I don’t hate you...much as I want to.”

"So...you don't hate me?" Dean asked, shyly.

"I wish I did. I really tried." Y/n shook her head and picked up her drink. "I tried to hate you when you said I wasn't really dying and I tried to hate you in Seattle and I tried to hate you when Sam asked me to save you, but I couldn't. Even after what you did to Mal...I couldn’t." Y/n took a sip as Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "There was so much potential in our relationship. We got through you being a demon and the Mark making you dark...we could have gotten through anything together."

"'Til I killed you," Dean whispered. "And I did. I killed you, Y/n. I'm the reason you left and Chuck found you and I'm so sorry." He looked up and caught Y/n's eyes. "I'm sorry I'm the reason your family thinks you're dead and I'm sorry I hurt you so badly. I'm so sorry."

The server walked up as Y/n opened her mouth to reply, so she stopped. They ordered their food and fell into a tense silence that followed them across the entire meal. Y/n cuddled closer to Sam as they ate. She was feeling needy, her abdomen cramping more the longer she was around her alphas, but she was doing her best to ignore it. She wasn't exactly happy to be reduced to base animal cravings again and she planned to fight it until the fever hit.

Dean picked pepperoni off of his pizza and sneaked looks across the table. "You should hate me," he whispered eventually. "I do."

"You hated yourself before all this," Y/n snapped.

“Yeah.” Dean nodded and stood, tossing a twenty dollar bill on the table. “It made sense then, too.”

Sam stood as Dean started to walk away from the table. “We’ll call you when she starts her heat.”

“Not until she really needs me, Sammy. You should take care of her needs. I don’t deserve-”

Sam shook his head. “She’ll need you faster than you think she will. First heat. It’s just like a first heat, Dean.”

Dean sighed. “Just call me when she needs me. I don’t deserve to touch her.”

“Coward,” Y/n whispered as Dean walked out of the restaurant.

Sam sat next to her and kissed her forehead. “It’ll be okay. We’ll get you through this.”

“Don’t really have much of a choice, do we?”

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Y/n’s temperature spiked as Sam drove her to her house. She squirmed in the passenger seat of the classic pickup truck as she rolled the window down to get air circulating in the cab.

"God, this feels almost as bad as…" she whimpered, curling in on herself.

"As bad as?" Sam asked, reaching over to set his hand on her thigh.

"The first one. The night at the bar," she whined, spreading her legs in silent invitation. Sam slipped his hand further up her thigh and pressed the seam of her jeans into her mound. She grabbed his hand, grinding against it as she made him put more pressure on her. "It's so overwhelming."

"I'll take care of you, Y/n," Sam promised, rubbing at her clit through her jeans.

She was a sweating mess of pheromones by the time Sam got her to her house. Sam held his breath as he moved to pick her up and help her out of the truck. If he breathed in the powerful scent of her, he likely wouldn't make it inside with her. He didn’t need her neighbors to witness him knotting her on the front lawn. She clung to him as he helped her inside, pulling her keys out of her jacket and opening the door. She whined his name as he helped her in and immediately turned right into the bedroom.

They hadn't done more than kiss and grope each other since she came back to Lebanon. Dean had gone further than Sam. As Sam grabbed her head and pressed a fierce kiss to her lips, she clawed at her clothes, desperate to be free of the constricting material. Sam grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and tugged, growling as she gasped against his mouth.

"Pants off. Bed," he commanded, pulling at his own clothes. She scrambled to kick her shoes off and fumbled with the button of her jeans as she stumbled backward toward the mattress. “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Getting between those legs again, listening to you whine. Tasting you. Fuck, I missed the way you taste.”

“Alpha, please,” she whined, dropping back onto the bed and spreading her legs for him.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, joining her on the bed. He was overwhelmed by the way she smelled and how she looked, sweating and spread out before him. He ran his hand across her collarbone and down into the valley between her breasts, loving the way she pressed herself closer to him. “I’m going to make you feel better, Omega.”

Sam leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly despite the desire to bite down and make her squirm. Her hand came down and buried in his hair as he laved his tongue over her skin, making the sensitive skin pucker at the attention. Sam couldn’t put into words how much he’d missed the scents and sensations attacking his brain in that moment. A million memories assaulted him as he kissed his way down her body to lick his way along her mound. This was Heaven for Sam. Hearing her noises, hearing her gasps, feeling her fingers grabbing his scalp like her life depended on it, as he feasted on her slick. He wanted nothing more for the rest of his life.

When she came apart on his tongue, he immediately climbed up her body and looked down into her lust-glazed eyes. “Do you want to present or...or should I take you like this or-”

“Let me ride.”

Sam’s cock twitched at the breathless request and he nodded before dropping to the bed beside her. He licked his lips and brushed his hair out of his face as she set her hands on his chest and moved to straddle him. She looked apprehensive for a moment before reaching down and lining his cock up with her entrance. He put his hand over hers on his chest and smiled up at her. “It’s okay, ‘mega.”

She leaned down and kissed him as she started working her way down his shaft. Thick alpha cock filling her up was exactly what she needed and she sighed in relief when he bottomed out inside of her. “Fuck, Sam.”

“You feel perfect, baby. Such a beautiful omega, so tight and wet. Perfect,” Sam praised as she started to roll her hips.

She wouldn’t have admitted to it in Seattle, but she missed this kind of sex. She missed an alpha dick in her, knot swelling at the base. She couldn’t say she dreamed of it, she hadn’t had any sexual dreams. But she did think about it. She thought about Sam and she thought about his brother, her original alpha, her original love. She missed them both. She missed this.

Sam let her work herself into a frenzy. He let her ride as fast as she wanted to. He let her slam her body down on him and only gave quick thrusts every once in a while to let her know he was enjoying himself as much as she was. When his knot started to fill, she leaned down to kiss him again, nails digging into the back of his neck as she finally fell over into oblivion. Sam reached down to grab her hips and braced his feet against the mattress as he started to thrust up into her, chasing his own ending, wanting nothing more than to knot her once more.

His knot caught and they both moaned loudly, kissing as he continued to try to thrust, his cock twitching inside of her. They were dripping sweat and satisfaction as she dropped to lie against his chest. “That...was amazing,” she whispered, panting harshly.

Sam chuckled and held her closer to him. “Yeah. You feeling okay?”

“For now.”

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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hello~ so since the requests are open again and if that's okay I had something in mind for awhile about Vanderwood X Agent Mc.. during a mission somehow an earthquake happened like a really bad one and Mc got stuck underground somewhere so I don't know how but Vandy came and saved her ? idk haha I'll leave the rest to you

btw I ADORE the way you write Vanderwood !

First of all: thank you so much! 😭 Hearing that always makes me incredibly happy 🥺

Ngl, I did struggle a bit with this, but listen. As you all probably know by now, I'm a sucker for agent MC. So I will never pass on a chance to write that xD

I just hope it's alright like this and that you like it 💕

Trapped

Vanderwood x Reader

"How's it looking down there?"

"It's humid, dark and my feet are soaked, at this point. They should better pay us well for this shit", you grumbled, voice echoing through the dark tunnel.

At least it seemed like you were finally making it back to the exit, with the dot of light in front of you slowly but surely getting bigger the closer you got.

You had managed to scout out the area rather well, making it possible for you to create a map for whoever would've had to take over the next step of the job. In all honesty, you were just glad you wouldn't have to return to that place.

"I'm telling you. As soon as I'm home, I'll take a nice, hot sho- wait, did you feel that, too? Or am I hallucinating?", you asked as you stopped dead in your tracks, the quiet sound of stone rattling threw you off.

Suddenly the ground began to shake more, cold dread washing over you.

"Get the fuck out of there, right now!", was all Vanderwood said, confirming what you'd been worried about.

You did try to run as fast as you could, but the shaking of the ground got stronger and stronger with every passing second. Plus the old tunnel did little for you. If anything, you were convinced it would turn into your grave, with how everything started to crumble down around you.

Inevitably it caused you to trip and fall, the worst case scenario, since that made it impossible for you to get back up. So all you were able to do at that point was trying to shield your head as good as possible.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed until everything calmed down. The dust around you making you cough as it began to settle down again. At least you didn't get crushed. Though the moment you tried to move, you groaned in pain and looking down at yourself showed you why; your leg was stuck under a rather large rock. One you weren't able to free yourself from, at least not in the position you were currently in.

Looking around you noticed that you were still able to see a speck of light at the end of the tunnel.

"Vanderwood? Vandy, can you hear me? Just get out of here, if you can. Don't worry about me, I'll find a way out... Vanderwood!"

Cursing quietly, you took the earpiece off and carelessly threw it away. Didn't seem like it was still working anyway.

You were really hoping nothing had happened to your partner and that he'd made it out.

Though as you tried to find some angle to turn that wouldn't shoot pain through your leg, you suddenly heard the sound of more rocks clacking together, you fully expected that they would fall down on you.

What you hadn't expected was for the dot of light at the entrance to get bigger, until you noticed a figure approaching her.

"Y/N! Are you alright?"

For a moment all you could do was stare. Was he just a figment of your imagination or did Vanderwood really come down there to look for your?

"Are you nuts?! It's not safe here!", you nearly hissed at him. Because as much as his concern for you made your heart flutter, you couldn't believe that he was stupid enough to put his own life at risk.

"That's why I came to get you. Or did you think I'd really leave you behind?", he muttered, at the same time examining the rock that trapped you.

"It's what you should've done."

Your answer only made him glare at you, before he lifted the rock off your leg, giving you enough room to pull yourself out from underneath it.

Before you knew it, his fingers were already on your leg, his touch careful.

"You're really lucky. Doesn't seem to be broken."

It was one thing less to worry about, which was good. The next step was making it out of there without any more incidents.

Although you didn't even have a chance to try and get on your feet, when suddenly something warm was wrapped around your shoulders and a moment later, you found yourself in your partner's arms, who had simply scooped you up and was now carrying you bridal style.

And you? You just stared at him a little dumbfounded.

"What? You're soaked and injured. It's easier this way", he gave a quick explanation, to which you were only able to nod.

It were situations like that, which reminded you once again just why you fell for him so hard. Because as much as he tried to act like he didn't care... He actually cared a lot. He was the one who always got your back and made sure you were alrighty.

"Thank you..."

"I'm just glad you're alive", he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah. Me, too", you answered just as quietly.

When you pressed a kiss to his cheek, you felt him lean into it ever so slightly. And no matter how exhausted you were, you just couldn't keep yourself from smiling.

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snapdragon-mina · 3 years

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Enchanted Pt. 2

Kuroo x GN!Reader

A/N: AYOOOO it's finally out! Part 3 up vv soon.

Warnings: No beta we die like men, swearing, implied death, poisoning, attempted murder, etc Crack treated seriously.

Word Count: 2.7k

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

A snake could be seen inside of Tetsurou's bag, though nobody looked hard enough to notice it.

Prince Tetsurou was allowed to travel alongside (y/n) and Shoyo, who had each been given a horse to help with their travels.

Tetsurou decided to pick up conversation. "So... Travelling with an elf. Your boyfriend couldn't make it?"

"Nope. Mostly because I don't have one." they answered.

"Oh? I would've thought for sure you had one." He grinned.

Rolling their eyes (y/n) asked him a question. "What about you? Your girlfriend okay with you leaving her alone?"

He glanced to the side and coughed. "I uh, don't have one."

"Oh?"

"I have many."

(y/n) started at him blankly as if their brain was still lagging from that. Tetsurou snorted at the look. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You shouldn't believe everything you read in a magazine."

As they chatted the moment was interrupted by a loud "Excuse me!" coming from Shoyo. They both glanced back at him and he rides his horse up to the two.

"Excuse me, Prince Tetsurou. Permission to speak?" He looked up.

"Sure, go for it."

"Well... it's a weird coincidence but I was going to the Royal Palace to discuss a few... career options that I-" The elf was cut off from his rambling.

"Shoyo wants to petition the kingdom so that he can become an Athlete." (y/n) told him.

The prince seemed comtemplative but ultimately advised Shoyo to speak to his uncle about it. (y/n) stopped talking to him after that and they eventually came across giants working in the fields. One of them stood up to take a break, only to be whipped and forced to continue working.

Tetsurou stared at the sight in absolute shock. His eyes wide open. "The... The giants have always been gentle. Why are they being treated like slaves? I'm... I'm sure my uncle doesn't know about this. There's no way."

They continue on their way to the wedding. Upon entering they're instantly greeted with loud music and dancing. The giants seemed to be having a great time.

"I hope they don't get to upset with me here, I know they must hate the Royal Family." Tetsurou looked around.

"Nah, They'd respect you having the balls to show up here. Plus, they don't hold grudges... They're bigger than that." They grinned at the sound Tetsu made once he realized the joke.

A giant noticed them. "Prince Tetsurou, what are you doing here?"

"I came to have a little chat, but I think I'll come back when there's been less drinki- OW." He got cut off by an elbow jabbing his side.

"He's here as a friend to hear your complaints." (y/n) told the giant. She nodded and smiled.

"Well then, welcome."

Before anything else, (y/n) asked for Satori and was pointed in his direction. They thanked the giant and rushed off, leaving Tetsurou and Shoyo behind.

They rushed over and asked around, only to be told that He'd left over an hour ago. They had no helpful information to give, So they turned to Ryuu. "Ryunosuke, can you show me Satori?"

The book opened up and he spoke. "Yeah he's getting an FWI. Flying while Intoxicated."

----⭐----

"I had no idea things were so bad. I promise the first thing I do after coronation is help you buy your farms back." Tetsurou told the giant.

"I'll hold you to that."

(y/n) hesitantly stepped in. "Excuse me, sorry if I'm interrupting."

"No problem, we were done," the giant told them. "That's a fine young man you have there."

Almost immediately (y/n) began denying and rambling before giving up. They turned to Tetsu and spoke. "Have you seen Shoyo? We need to leave, My fairy godfather isn't here."

"Leave? But it's the middle of the night, you have to at least stay for the party."

With a sigh, they reluctantly agreed. Tetsu furrowed his eyebrows. "You don't... have to stay. I don't wanna force you to do something you don't want to do." He spoke gently.

A small smile appeared on their lips. "Thank you, Tetsu... For everything. So, I'll see you around?"

Before they could get far, Tetsu spoke again. "But... I wish you would stay."

Turning to face the prince they smiled a bit bigger. "I guess one more night couldn't hurt."

A few minutes later, they sat on a giant's table, explaining their situation to Tetsurou casually when he suggested something way too good to pass up.

"You could always check the hall of records? I could pull a few strings to get you in there."

A huge smile was formed. "Really? You have no idea how much that would mean to me, thank you so much, Tetsu."

----💫----

After an impromptu performance that resulted in (y/n) and Tetsurou getting closer, they sat near a fireplace and just talked. Tetsu revealed that his mother had passed away a long time ago and (y/n) revealed the same. They talked about their memories with their parents and bonded more because of it. The conversation ended up going back to politics and (y/n) spoke of how easily Tetsu could win over the kingdom's subject, no matter what species.

"Wow was that, almost a compliment? From you? I must've died." He laughs.

"Yeah yeah. Don't get a big head over it. Your stupid crown won't fit." They smiled at him.

He was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Tomorrow. I'm going to go to my uncle and ask for the Elven restriction law to be removed. I'm going to make sure I get to watch one of shoyo's games."

They stared at him for a moment before leaning in closer. "I think you're gonna be a great king someday. Your father... He would've been proud."

"Thanks. He would've really liked you."

They sat in silence for a moment, just basking in the comfortable atmosphere before Tetsu spoke again. "Kiss me."

They leaned in even closer towards him but he paused. "That... wasn't an order." He spoke hesitantly, almost as if he were afraid. But they just smiled at him.

"I know." And with that, the gap between them closed.

----💫----

When they reached the town the next morning, Tetsurou couldn't stop stealing small glances at (y/n) that seemed to be so full of love and adoration that anyone could see how much he cared for them. They approached castle, being let in easily by the guards, but Shoyo didn't have the same luck. Being an elf, one of the guards forced him out of the castle.

The two of them walked in, hand in hand, only to instantly freeze once they realized that his fanclub was taking a tour of the castle. Tooru notice the two of them first and the gradually, everyone else did. A beat of silence passed before Tetsu booked it, dragging (y/n) with him.

They'd found an area where they were safe from the mob and were greeted by none other than Kei.

"Tetsu, I've been looking all over for you." He spoke calmly. As Tetsu prepared his answer another question arose from the shorter man beside Kei. "And who might thiss... Charming young lady be?"

"This is (y/n). (y/n), this is my uncle, Kei and this is his... Tadashi." He gestured to the man with blond hair and glasses first and then the dark haired man with freckles covering his face.

"I assume your journey went well?" Kei asked.

"We ran into a few ogres but other than that, everything was good." They responded.

Kei raised an eyebrow. "You could've been killed." He glanced towards Tetsurou. "Oh well, you just have to grin and bare it, as I say." He turned and looked towards (y/n). "Grin and bare it."

Within less than a second, they had a grin on their face. This caught both his and Tadashi's attention but they said nothing of it. Kei turned back to Tetsu. "Can I speak with you for a moment? The crown maker needs to see you for a fitting."

"Cool, well I need to take (y/n) to the Hall of records."

"Fine, hop to it then." once again, (y/n) did as they were told.

The moment the two were out of sight, Kei spoke to Tadashi. "You were right about them."

"And they've been filling the Prince'ss head with "dangerouss" ideologiess." Tadashi hissed.

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"(y/n) has lots of interesting ideas about the kingdom. I think you should hear them." Tetsu told Kei as he stood in front of the crown maker.

"Can't wait." He faked a smile.

"Giant's working conditions are just an example, it's unbelievable how shitty they're treated. I've talked with them though, and it seems like they're open for negotiations." Tetsu said.

"The only negotiations between me and the giants will be over vegetable deliveries." His voice was cold and Tadashi laughed.

"This isn't a joke, uncle Kei." Tetsu watched the blond get closer through the mirror.

He placed his hand on his shoulder. "We'll talk about it after your coronation, yes?"

"Fine. But we will talk."

"Of course." Kei confirmed.

A moment of silence passed before Tetsu took a deep breath. "I'm going to ask them to marry me."

Kei paused in his tracks and turned to face Tetsu. "Who? This (y/n) of frell?"

"Yes. Tonight at the ball. At the same place and same time as my father when he proposed to my mother."

Kei and Tadashi looked at each other. Tadashi walked off and Kei turned to stare at Tetsu as if he'd grown a second head.

----❌----

If (y/n) was getting sold out by their step brothers for the prince's hand in marriage, then that was between those two and who ever they sold (y/n) out to.

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"I can't find him in any of these books. Ryuu, show me Satori."

The book opened at their words, flipping until it showed Satori, blacked out on a bed. No luck. Not until they took a magnifying glass to one of the pages and read a flyer in his area that pointed him out perfectly. Before they could get too excited, Kei walked in.

"I... Hope you've found everything to your satisfaction?" He approached them slowly.

"Yes, thank you."

"Good." He glanced at a book on a desk and forced it off of it. "Oh no, how clumsy of me. Pick it up." He commanded.

A yelp left them as they were forced to pick up the book that he'd thrown down. "Very good. Now touch your toes."

They did as told, only to realize what was going on with a groan. "Oh no."

"Oh yes." Kei forced them to do a multitude of things, mostly testing the waters before the big one came. "As you know, tonight is the coronation ball. At some point, Prince Tetsu will sweep you away to the Hall of mirrors. Then, just before midnight strikes, he'll take you by the hand and ask you a question."

"How do you know all of this?" They cut in.

Tadashi spoke. "We know everything."

"The one thing we know with most certainty... Is that at the stroke of midnight, you will take this dagger and plunge it through his heart and kill him." Kei told them, holding the dagger out.

As much as (y/n) tried to argue and fight the curse, they could do only do so much before it kicked it.

"It's actually rather lucky your here. That way I wont have to do it myself." Kei sat down.

Shaking, they asked. "You would kill your own nephew?"

"Well why not? I killed my own brother."

"What? Why?!"

"I want to be king."

"Now leave, but before you go... You will not tell a single soul about this plan."

-----💫-----

"Can I help you?" A fairy asked.

"Yes I'm looking for Satori Tendou, it's extremely important." (y/n) told the fairy.

"Yeah sorry, he got kicked out last week."

"Do you know where I could find him?"

"Nuh uh."

The fairy walked away leaving (y/n) to do whatever it was going to do. (y/n) took a seat a a nearby table and wrote a goodbye letter to Tetsu.

Hours later, they found Shoyo and asked him to chain them to the trunk of a dead tree outside of the city. Once it had been done, they gave him instructions. "Look. I need you to rally all the elves and giants you can find. You'll need all the help you can get. Someone needs to sneak into the castle, steal Ryunosuke back, and keep Tetsu away from Kei."

"...Why? What's going on?"

"I can't tell you. But if you don't you'll be stuck singing and dancing for the rest of your life." They scowled.

"Fine! Into the stupid forest I go." Shoyo huffed, grumbling under his breath as he walked away.

----⭐----

The ball began and Tetsu sat alone on his throne. Tadashi slithered up to Tetsurou's right side. "Where'ss your little friend?" he mused.

"Yes, She should be here by now." Kei followed.

"I don't wanna talk about it." He walked away leaving the two of them there.

He walked up to Tooru and very hesitantly asked him to dance.

----💫----

As (y/n) remained chained to the tree, a light began to glow in the sky. No less than a moment later, Satori Tendou appeared. They called out his name in desperation until he approached them.

"Hmm? Do I know you?" He tilted his head.

"(y/n) of frell, you gave me a gift?" They explained frantically.

Recognition shone in his eyes. "Ahhh yes, the obedient one."

"I'm so happy to see you, I've been look everywhere for you. I need you to take the gift back."

He narrowed his eyes. "Take it back? Nope!"

"It's not that I'm not grateful, it's just, If I keep the gift I might do something horrible to this guy that I really, really like."

"Get rid of it yourself." He told them. "Ah but I will help you out this once. I'll unchain you." Despite their begging as pleading, Satori got rid of the chains that held them against the tree.

"Y'know what? Let's change your clothes and send you off, yeah?" A poof a smoke and They were in a shimmering sliver outfit and sent to the ball.

----⭐----

As he danced with Tooru, a loud crash was heard. Tetsurou turned to see (y/n) desperately trying not to get to him.

"Tetsu, tell me you never want to see me again." Was the first thing out of their mouth to him. Immediately, he shook his head.

"Why did you write that letter? Tell me how you really feel about me."

Unable to stop their words, "I love you" came out shaky and nervous. Quickly followed by "But I... I'm wrong for you and wrong for the kingdom."

His eyes softened and he placed a hand on their cheek. "Is that what this is about? (Y/n), that's crazy. Follow me."

As soon as the words left his mouth they started panicking again but they couldn't choose not to follow him. From the throne, Kei and Tadashi watched on with sick interest as Tetsurou led (y/n) down to the Hall of mirrors. "Thiss sshould be fun." Tadashi grinned while a grandfather clock ticked on in the background.

They reached the Hall of Mirrors and The prince stepped away from them for a moment. "When I was little, my dad brought me down here. Told me to look in the mirror and see myself as a great leader. I never could, at least, not until I met you." He stopped speaking and held them the moment he heard sniffling. "What's wrong?"

"I... I wish I Could- I wish I could tell you everything, but I can't." They all but sobbed.

"These last few days have been perfect, I mean, excluding the whole almost getting eaten alive, or that letter you wrote that made me die a little inside, and then I had to dance with TOORU, of all people. But none of that matters anymore. We're together now, aren't we?" He pulled them to the center of the room after he finished speaking. "I don't want it to end."

"I know, I know," they sniffled. "I feel the same but I—"

"I brought you here— I know you're scared and I'm scared too. This is... a big step." He held eye contact and slowly got on one knee, despite (y/n) shaking their head softly, with tears in their eyes. "(Y/n), will you marry me?" He stared up at them with big, hopeful eyes that shone brighter as they smiled at him.

Too bad the clock struck midnight.

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roguerogerss · 4 years

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Sorry is a Sorry Word

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Plot: Steve fucked up - bad. He doesn’t really know how, or if, he should say sorry, until Dustin gives him a pep talk.

W/C: 3.1k

A/N: Just now realising how long this is oops, sorry. My first Stranger Things fic! Finally. (watch this flop so hard lmao) Remember to like and reblog if you enjoy! It really helps me out. As always, requests are open and any and all feedback is appreciated <3

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"Dustin, Please, just leave me alone." She lay back on her bed, tears streaming down her face and hair amiss from where she'd run her fingers through it. "I'm fine, I just...give me some time."

"But, we tell eachother everything." Her little brother sounded so small and defeated that it almost broke her heart in two. She could hear him leaning his back against the door, the back of his head thumping dully against the wood a second later. "I feel like we're drifting apart. You don't talk to me anymore."

"Dustin-"

"No, it's okay. Don't worry." Dustin cleared the remnants of his upset from his throat, "We can talk later. I get that you need time."

And with that, he'd left. She could hear his muffled footsteps on the carpeted floor of the hallway, walking away from her bedroom and back to his own. She knew that she wanted to talk to him and vent about all of the happenings of the day, but she couldn't bring herself to let her walls down in front of anyone about her current situation just yet.

It was Steve. And it was bad.

They'd been together for a year and ten months. He'd been there for her through thick and thin. Whenever their mom went MIA, something that happened more often than not, during the days and weeks and months that Y/N was left to take care of her thirteen year old brother on her own with no notice whatsoever, Steve was there. And he'd take Dustin out to the cinema, give him free ice cream, play Dungeons and Dragons with him and his friends - even though Steve had no idea how to play Dungeons and Dragons. He'd sleep over, make her feel like she wasn't alone. It filled her with pride to see him taking Dustin under his wing, more like a dad than even an older brother.

When they lost Hopper, who'd become more of a parental figure than she and Dustin's mom was to her, he was standing by her side at the funeral, hand grasping her own smaller one with force and squeezing it every so often, just to remind her that he was there. He was there after the funeral, too, when they went to the cabin and went through Hopper's things. He was there when she found the birthday present that Hopper had bought for her, a necklace with, 'you're pretty cool, kid', engraved on it. Hopper's way of saying that he loved her. It came with a letter, one that she cried so hard while reading that she couldn't see the words on the page.

The point was, that Steve had been there through everything. And now that they'd had a huge argument over - of all things - Nancy Wheeler, she was unsure of whether or not she'd have Steve to lean on anymore.

It wasn't so much a stupid argument as it was a stupid mistake on Steve's end. He even admitted to himself that what he'd done was more than a dick move. Tina was having a party, a big one, for old time's sake. Y/N wasn't invited, having been socially considered as 'uncool' while in High School, while Steve was invited. He said that it wasn't a big deal, it didn't matter, he wouldn't go.

Except that it was a big deal, it did matter, and, well, he did go.

He'd gotten really drunk, so drunk, in fact, that he had no recollection of the night at all and managed to stumble to Y/N's front door at five in the morning.

He'd told her that he went to the party, that he was sorry. She'd been mad, but she was so tired that she said she'd deal with it in the morning and told Steve to sleep it off on the sofa. Before going to sleep, however, Steve had told Y/N that he 'thought he might've kissed Nancy' that night.

They'd argued about it the next day. She'd dropped him off at home, neither of them speaking at all in the car, and they'd screamed at eachother in Steve's living room. Little did either of them know, Steve hadn't actually kissed Nancy, he was just so drunk that he made himself believe that he had. And then, Y/N told Steve that they were done, and he'd said 'fine', and she'd left and cried in her car for an hour.

And now, she was here. Crying on her bed, little brother probably thinking that one of her friends had died or something.

She hated herself for blowing up and flying off the handle and literally breaking up with Steve. Steve, on the other hand, hated himself for even going to the party, hated himself for - possibly - kissing Nancy, hated himself for going to Y/N's front door and waking her up so early in the morning.

In the grand scheme of things, Steve Harrington had been an asshole. And he was all too aware of it.

It had been around half an hour since she got home when Dustin knocked on the door again. This time, she'd managed to calm down enough to allow him to come inside. She looked horrifying, hair messed up, tear stained face, cuddling a pillow and wearing one of Steve's shirts, but Dustin was her brother, he had no right to judge her.

The door swung open slowly, and Dustin was there, grinning and holding two pints of ice cream, spoons, and some movies. "Thought we could put a movie on and eat. And you can tell me about your problems and I promise I'll listen."

"Is the ice cream cookie dough?" Y/N asked, sniffling, and a watery smile crossed her face. Dustin laughed, happy to see his sister perking up at least a little bit, even if it was over ice cream, and turned the carton to reveal to her that it was, in fact, cookie dough.

"Only the best." He tossed one of the cartons and a spoon at her, and turned on the TV set that sat across from her bed. "Besides, I know it's the only one you'll eat when you're sad."

"You know me entirely too well." She hugged her knees to her chest and dug into her ice cream, relishing in the taste of it for a second, "Oh my God, I haven't had this in so long. And the Scoops cookie dough is so bad."

"Right? I know Steve thinks it's the best, but he is so wrong." Little did Dustin know, one mention of his name would make Y/N's meltdown begin all over again. Soon enough, she was crying hot tears into her ice cream, and she allowed Dustin to lay his head on her shoulder while she explained everything.

"Okay, I have to go somewhere." Dustin knew what he had to do, and Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he got swiftly up from her bed. "I'll be like, maybe half an hour. But you can eat my ice cream if it starts to melt."

"Dustin! Don't leave me!"

"Watch the movie!"

And then he was gone, and she was by herself, with only some ice cream and E.T. to keep her company.

Meanwhile, Dustin had found Steve at work. He was insanely hungover - although, the headache and sickness had gone away thanks to Robin and her Tylenol, but the tiredness still remained - and reminded Dustin faintly of a particular zombie in Day of the Dead when he walked into Family Video to find him leaning on the counter. The grim look on his face wasn't so much because of the hangover, though, it was more to do with the fact that he and his girlfriend of nearly two years had broken up half an hour ago, and he'd been forced to go to work.

"If you're here to talk to Steve, I wouldn't. He nearly punched me when I asked him if he wanted Tylenol. And I'm a girl." Robin stopped Dustin at the front door, a serious look on her face, but he shrugged her off.

"It's fine. He won't do anything. Besides, I know what this whole thing's about. That's why I'm here." He tried to walk off again, but Robin grabbed his upper arm, tugging him back and making him elaborate.

"Is it Y/N? I think there was a fight between them or something. He’s never looked this rough.” Robin looked concerned, and she was. She’d never seen Steve so upset before. “He was crying when he came in.” She added.

Dustin shrugged, “Yeah, I’m gonna talk to him. He’ll be fine tomorrow.” He decided not to give Robin any more information on the situation in case Y/N or Steve would've gotten mad at him for it.

"Henderson, hey." Steve said quietly when he noticed that Dustin had entered the store. He looked like he'd been crying, and Robin was definitely right when she said he’d never looked rougher. "If you're here to hang out-"

"I'm not here to hang out, Steve. We have to talk." Dustin crossed his arms sternly over his chest, raising his eyebrows and nodding his head in the direction of the store room. Steve grumbled and complied, unlocking the door and ushering Dustin inside.

"You have to apologise."

"Apologise? Apologise for - what exactly are we talking about?" Steve rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, leaning against a sealed box of movies that he was supposed to have put away by now.

"You know what for, Steve. Y/N. You hurt her. Like, really badly. I don't think I've ever seen her so upset." Steve already wanted Dustin to stop, but he continued, really wanting him to get the message of just how hurt his sister was. "She cried in her room for half an hour before she even let me talk to her, and now she's at home by herself, probably crying some more because you went to a stupid party. I mean, seriously man, couldn't you just have stayed home? What was so important about it?"

Steve threw his head back and hid his face with his hands, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He knew that he'd been a dick, he knew that he'd hurt her, but, Jesus, knowing the details made his heart flip in his chest and his stomach hurt. He hated seeing Y/N upset at the best of times, nevermind when it was his fault.

"Yeah. Yeah, I should've just left it. Jeez, Dustin, I'm such an asshole."

"Yes. An asshole, you are. And what was that other shit? About you kissing Nancy?"

"I didn't kiss Nancy, okay? My drunk mind just kinda...made me believe that I did. I called her today just to confirm." Steve swallowed, suddenly having the nausea of his hangover coming back to him.

"Does Y/N know that?" Dustin had his arms crossed, back against the wall, looking unimpressed as Steve shook his head. "Seriously man? Don't you think that the first thing you should've done after finding out that you didn't actually cheat on your girlfriend, was tell your girlfriend that you didn't actually cheat on her?"

"My head's all over the place, Henderson. Cut me some slack, okay?"

"You have to come say sorry, you know that, right?"

"I will. I will, I promise. I finish in an hour, why don't you go home, I'll buy some flowers, take a shower and get changed, and I'll come chap on your door like none of this even happened." Steve had suddenly perked up, gesturing with his arms and almost getting excited to initiate his plan.

"Yeah. Sure. But it better be good, Harrington. You better make her happy."

Steve didn't even have time to respond before Dustin was running off, getting on his bike, and cycling back home to his sister. He promised himself internally that he'd do all it took to make her happy.

Y/N had finished her ice cream and Dustin's had started to melt by the time he got home. She hadn't cried any more, had been too focussed on the movie, and Dustin was relieved to see her laughing at something on the screen when he entered her bedroom.

"Hey." She smiled. "Your ice cream's melting, you'd better eat it."

Dustin smiled and bellyflopped onto her bed, sending her into a fit of laughter. They both laughed so hard, in fact, that they barely heard the doorbell ring, and Dustin almost got up to go and get it.

He stopped himself though, not wanting Steve to call him an idiot or something along those lines. "You should go. I have to eat my ice cream before it melts." He said sheepishly, sitting back down from where he'd jumped up. Y/N rolled her eyes and threw the pillow that she was holding at Dustin's face.

"Alright, make your sad sister get the door because you have to eat ice cream." She stood up even as she spoke, knowing that Dustin wasn't going to budge. "Nice one, asshole."

Y/N had left her bedroom before Dustin could retaliate, bounding down the stairs and realising that, if anyone saw her the way that she looked now, they'd probably never respect her again. The doorbell went again, and she sighed quietly at the lack of patience from whoever was on the other side.

She - stupidly - didn't even bother to look out of the window that stood next to the door to check who it was before opening it, and nearly closed it again when she realised who was standing there.

"Hey, woah, don't close the door yet!" It was Steve, his eyes widened from the possibility that he'd come all the way to her house so that she could slam the door in his face, holding white lilies and a box of chocolates, which was - in Y/N's opinion - the cheesiest apology ever. "Just...listen? For like, a minute."

She slowly let her hand slide off of the door knob, watching as Steve relaxed a significant amount even from seeing her do that. "A minute." She crossed her arms over her chest, chewing her cheek. "You have a minute."

"Okay, uh, yeah, okay." Steve began his rambling. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have gone to that party, I know I shouldn't have gotten so drunk that I managed to convince myself that I kissed Nancy. Did I already say that I didn't actually kiss Nancy? I called her, and she said we didn't even speak. Bottom line is, I'm an asshole. I know that, and I hate myself for hurting you. Dustin told me how upset you were and I...I couldn't even comprehend the fact that I did that."

He paused, looking down at his feet and waiting for Y/N to say something. Something that didn't come, she simply stood, looking at and biting her fingernails, trying to figure out whether or not she should give in and forgive him or not, so he stopped waiting and spoke some more.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I love you so much. And I know that I fucked up, and I don't expect you to forgive me-"

"Steve." Y/N stopped him. He looked up at her, expecting that she'd look upset or annoyed, but she was smiling and shaking her head. "Come here."

"Seriously?" He already wished he hadn't said what he did before he'd even finished speaking. Seriously? What kind of thing to say was that? "I mean, you know-"

She was already hugging him before he could finish speaking. She knew that he'd ramble on for hours if he could, but she also knew that she already forgave him and didn't need to listen to his rambling. "It's okay. I forgive you."

"Oh, thank God. I thought I'd lost you, really, I did." He sighed into her hair, realising that he was probably ruining the bouquet of flowers with the way that he was crushing them against her back.

"Well, you were an asshole. You had every right to think you'd lost me." Steve had always loved her subtle sassiness, it was a habit that she often fell into unknowingly, but it made him chuckle.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I was an asshole."

She let go of him, finally, and stood back. He was wearing his light blue jeans, a black t-shirt and belt, with a blue jacket. It was an outfit that she'd seen him in before, quite a few times, but he never failed to look good in it anyway. His hair was slightly amiss, as though he'd gotten ready as quickly as he could - which was true, but she didn't know that for sure - but it still had his Steve 'the hair' Harrington charm.

"So, can I come in, or are you just gonna stand there and mock me?" He grinned and she stood to the side, allowing him to join her in the hallway. He went straight for the kitchen, taking out a vase and filling it up with water, then placing the flowers in it and leaving it on the kitchen counter.

"I didn't say you could-" She was trying to joke with him, but he didn't seem to care much, as he cut her off by dipping his head towards hers and kissing her passionately. He hated to admit it, probably something to do with the small part of his King Steve persona that he still carried around with him, but he'd missed her, and it had only been a few hours.

"Woah, easy tiger." Y/N laughed, pulling away when Steve's hands started to travel downwards. "We haven't even properly spoken yet."

"Yeah. Sorry." Steve said sheepishly. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and smiled down at the floor. "Do you wanna talk?"

She shrugged. "Not particularly."

"So, really, it's okay for me to do this," He closed the gap between them again, beaming at her while he searched her face for any sign of disapproval and admired the little flecks of contrasting colours that danced in her eyes. And then he kissed her again, lips soft against her own, gentle - something that wasn't widely believed, Steve Harrington was actually one of the most gentle people that Y/N had ever met.

"Well, yeah." She grinned, breathless. "But I'm sort of in the middle of watching a movie, wanna join?"

And so they spent the rest of the day, wrapped in the blankets on Y/N's bed and Y/N wrapped in Steve's arms, watching movies that Dustin fished out from the cabinet under the TV that Y/N didn't even know that they had.

She had to say, Steve's apologies were often cheesy and terrible, but this one wasn’t so bad as it was enjoyable.

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stingykei · 4 years

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Suna Rintarou x Reader Oneshot : I'm tired.

Word count: idk tbh hahshahahshs

Genre: Angst :

Warning: curses; mention of self harm

You were making food at Suna's apartment. His favorite food. You've noticed how stressed he looked these past few days and decided to treat him with something good. You have his bed ready, so he can rest. You basically cleaned his place. He was still out practicing right now. It's getting late and you were kinda worried about him but you dismissed that feeling.

You had his food ready and a drink. You looked at the time, 18:55 he should be here now. Then minutes of waiting, someone opened the door. You looked who it was. It was Suna.

"Hey Suna. You're late, I was waiting for you." You told him, while trying to get his bag.

"Yeah? I didn't asked you to." He said, glancing at you. Your brow raised, then you went on getting his bag for him. He hand it to you, then you put it on his room.

"There's food in the table. You should eat. I've also cleaned up your room so you can rest." You kinda shouted when you said that. Just a little bit so he can here you from his room.

"Yeah I know." You heard the chair moved. You noticed that he's weird. I mean you guys have these days you throw mean thing to each other but... you stopped what you were thinking. He's probably just tired, yeah that's it.

You went outside, where he was. He was seated there, eating silently. You sat at the chair near him. You two were silent then you decided to break that silence. "So.. how was practice?" He looked at you then you smiled.

"It was, okay." Then he continued eating. You just let him finished eating. After finishing he put his dishes in the sink, leaving it there. You'll wash that later.

He went to his room, then proceed to his study table. "Where was the papers here?" He asked while rummaging his things.

"I keep some papers in your folder, there. I threw the others away, the crumpled ones." You said, helping him look for his things.

You've been looking for a while now, then he grunted. "Nevermind, I'll just ask my classmate." He flop down on his bed. Looking very annoyed. You look at him, he was making you weird. Sadness was creeping in your feels. You breathe deeply.

You approached him, his brow were furrowed. He was closing his eyes. "Are you sick? Do you have a headache?" You asked but he didn't answer. He turned on the other side.

"Rinrin. Are you okay? What's wro–" "F*ck stop! You're very annoying." He said very annoyed and pushing your hand away. He sat on his bed. "Stop this! You're very noisy, it's very annoying! You sound like mom! I'm very tired and you welcome me like this, talking and talking. You probably even threw to my project!"

You were surprised, hurt? sad? You don't know. "What's wrong? You are very grumpy today." You tried laughing this off, since he's just tired.

"I'm tired of you talking, so much. Can't you give me space? Please? I need that so much. It's like you're choking me with this, everything! I don't understand, just leave!" He said angrily like you've done something wrong.

Your mouth gaped slightly open, your brows furrowed. You shook your head then fling your hands in the air. "Okay fine. I'll give you the space you need. Stupid. You're stupid. Dumbass. I hate you." You said backing away, getting your things.

"Yeah whatever, now leave!"

"Yeah asshole! F*ck you!" You threw him a f*ck you sign, then went to the doorway and you wear your shoes hurriedly. You were about to cry. You opened the door then closed it harshly.

It was so cold outside but you don't mind, When were out, you cried there. You knew you two are drifting away somehow. He was busy practising, he was like this too the other day. You didn't think much about it since there's nothing you can do but take care of him. It didn't occur to you that you were a bother to him. It was so stupid, taking care of him.

There was no tears coming out in your eyes but you heart felt very heavy, you didn't know what to do. You prayed that you won't anything stupid, you have a history of self harm and right now you wished that you won't do it again. This always happens when you can't cry out your heart. You hated this feeling so much it hurt.

It was hard to breath, the beating of your heart was fast and it was cold so it's hard breathing. You fished out for your phone, you know you need someone. If you don't reach out then you'll just be going back to your past. Shutting out everyone else.

You dialed his number. "Hey, Y/N?" You heard Kenma on the other line.

He heard your heavy breathing. " K-Kenma, can I come over?" His house was the closest. "Where are you?" He asked, you answered him, looking around trying not to faint.

5 minutes later, you saw Kenma when you were nearing his house. Kenma looked worried. He invited you inside, offered you a hot drink. He didn't ask anything, as you were breathing slowly, trying to calm down. Then you looked at him, you looked at his worried face.

"I'm fine." You smiled then you cried. He offered you a hug then you hugged him.

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Suna fell asleep an hour later Y/N left. He woke up with the sun hitting his face. He was about to get up to get ready for school when he remembered it was Saturday. He reached for his phone then there was a message from Kita. "Suna, there will be practice today at 10." You replied okay, it was it 7 in the morning.

He stand up, he did his daily routine. Then he went on the kitchen. Usually at this time, there will be food in his table, but today, there was none. "Y/N?" Suna tried calling out her name, but he remembered that he made her leave yesterday. He sat on the chair, he hit his head. He was so stupid. He muttered, 'fuck, I messed up.'

He tried calling your phone several times but you won't pick up. He sighed. He was very tired lately, there was a lot of projects and there was also a strict practice going on. He sighed. He stand up, looked for instant noodles to eat.

He probably thought that you will just come around like always. He thought. sike beech

A week came and he haven't seen even her shadow. He tried calling you but there's still no answer. She probably blocked him. Suna was a little bit fine now, he found the paper he was looking for in his bag. He accidentally bring it to school. He passed on all of his projects, and he was able to breathe a little from their strict practice. His body was getting used to it.

He really messed up this time. He haven't heard a news from you. He also noticed how messy his place became, you were usually the one who cleaned his place. He facepalmed himself, he was annoyed with himself. For being so stupid. He cleaned his place before leaving. He decided to go to your place this time, to check up on you.

You visited Kenma in his place, then offered him to jog. Kuroo was there too, Kenma tried to complain saying he doesn't want to go. It basically took you forever to convince him. You three went on a jog, you laughing at Kenma. He looked so uninterested. They decided to stop in your place and you saw a familiar person standing in front.

"Suna? What are you doing here?" He looked at you, "Y/N, hey can we talk?" He looked at you while slowly approaching you. You nodded.

Kuroo and Kenma decided to go inside your house so you two can talk. He was silent looking at his shoes. He doesn't know what to say.

"So, you got the space you need." You said, looking uninterested. He looked at you, he just nod.

"Y/N I'm sorry for what I said, I was just tired." He tried explaining, trying to hold you. You looked uninterested.

You were tired somehow. "Yeah, sure. You're forgiven." You said to him. His face lightened up. "Give me space. I'm tired too." His face frowned.

"W-what?" He stuttered. "Why? I– We're good now right? I apologized. What's the problem?" He asked softly looking in your eyes for answers. He was holing your hands.

"You think, that's it? You apologize then everything's okay? Everything's fine? It's not that easy! It tooks me this long time to atleast try and forgive if ever you apologize and I did! I forgive you, so many times already. Everytime you were tired, you lashed out. You apologize and I forgive you. But Sunaa.." You put your hand on his cheek. With a sad look in your eyes. There it is again, the goddamn tears. "I'm tired. My heart is heavy, I'm hurt. Everytime this happens, I don't blame you. I blame myself for not being enough, for not making myself useful to you. I can't help you if you're tired, it seems that I just keep on annoying you. I hated myself more for that." There it is, a tear rolled down your cheeks.

He didn't notice, your face looked tired. Very sad, "No no, Y/N please. You're more than enough, I was foolish, very stupid. I– Please. I can't live without you anymore. These past few days without you was very hard. I can't, please Y/N. Come back to me." His voice was very soft, his hands were caressing your face. He felt like crying but he didn't.

You sighed. You love him so much to do this to yourself. "Okay. I love you." With that, he kissed your lips then "I won't let this happen ever again. I promise." He said giving you another kiss.

Somewhere in Y/N's place.

"Yaknow, if you confessed first. There was a probability you two would be together. Kenma." Kuroo trailed off as he watched Kenma looking at you and Suna together.

"Nah. I doubt." Kenma broke him staring then looked at Kuroo with a smile.

Kuroo sighed, "I would've shipped you two more. You guys will be match made from heaven."

Kenma ignored what he said then played on his phone. Stupid self, I should've confessed.

end.

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ambivalent-anarchy · 4 years

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The First 'I Love You'

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x stark!reader

Warning: None

Prompt: “Are you sure you love me?” “Who else could I love?”

Requested by: @cyrusandhiscollaredahirts

Summary- kinda goes without saying. Peter says his first 'I love you'.

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May Parker always kept a watchful eye over her nephew's relationships.

Aside from the fact that it was to be protective, it was like a little game for her. Trying to catch and determine what parts of how Peter loved were like her or Ben or his parents or just himself.

He was always incredibly touchy, like Ben had been.

And he loved to give gifts. That was May's thing.

He was a bit overprotective. Ben.

And he definitely was the jealous type. May.

Pet names were the big one that tuned May in to start watching for more in the first place. The first time she ever heard Peter calling you 'sweetheart' over the phone, May almost spat out her water. 'Sweetheart' was one of Ben's favorites.

And yeah okay Peter definitely had way more of Ben's love traits than May's. But she didn't mind. Quite the opposite.

But there was only one thing that held potential to being a problem.

May had brushed it off before due to her nephew's persistent bashfulness at first. But it really did seem now that one of Ben's most prevalent habits was about to show itself inside Peter at any moment.

Ben was never one to be patient with something or someone that he truly, deeply cared about.

If he wanted something, no matter how hard he tried to give it time, it'd just thread on him until he had to do something about it.

Which was why he was the first to say 'I love you.' And thankfully, May was ready to say it back when he did.

And May desperately wanted it to be the same for Peter.

And she didn't want to be judgmental, but she knew you were a Stark. And everything came easily to Starks, except one thing.

She'd seen how you were on the first date with Peter. How intimidated he'd been. How much your guard was up all the time.

She'd known how long it finally took you to say yes to being his girlfriend. How many times he had to ask and get an 'I need to work on myself first' or an 'I really do like you, but I'm not ready yet.'

She saw how much it broke Peter's heart even though he tried to stay hopeful. And how ecstatic he was when you finally decided that you could say yes.

You'd made lots of progress since then, but even now, with how comfortable you were with him, you were still cautious. It was almost as if you expected to be hurt. That at some moment Peter would pull off a mask and show you a 'true self'.

Normally, she'd try to sneakily butt in and ease your worries, but she knew it wasn't her place. You'd have to find out on your own that Peter would never hurt you.

And she could see that Peter was reaching that point that Ben often would. When there was only one thing on his mind and it would dominate his thoughts and it was like he was a balloon all too ready to pop.

"Give her time, Pete," May said one day out of the blue, causing Peter's head to snap up. "I know what you've been thinking about lately, and I just wanna tell you to give her some time. Trust your instinct."

Her nephew smiled, amazed at how well she could read him. He nodded. "Okay."

And true to his word, he waited until he felt the time was right.

He was walking you home, a lovesick smile on his face as you ranted passionately about some stupid tv show.

Your eyes held so much joy and wonder. He just wanted that to go on forever.

When he was little, he always thought it was corny when his uncle Ben would sit him down and tell him about his first 'I love you' with May. But now, he understood. Because this was a feeling that everyone should want to feel.

"Guess it's time to go, Pete," you said. "Thanks for tonight-"

"-I love you."

He said it confidently the first time. So sure and so certain that he wanted you to hear it.

But when you hadn't caught what he said exactly and wanted him to repeat it, it all went away. What if it wasn't what you wanted to hear? What if you weren't ready to say it back?

He looked down at his shoes. "I-i, um.." Taking a deep breath, he looked back into your eyes and said it again. "I said I love you..."

You didn't say it back immediately, and that really threw him for a loop. Instead, you shifted and looked anywhere but to him.

"I-i mean, you don't have to s-say it back. That's totally fine," he rambled. "I-i just s-sorta wanted you..to-to know..."

"Are you sure you love me?," you said, your eyes becoming a bit glossy.

You'd never heard those words spoken like that before. You never thought that you ever would.

A little confused, Peter scrunched his eyebrows together but smiled. "Who else could I love?," he chuckled a bit. "I mean, I do love Ned, and Aunt May, and Mr. Stark, and MJ... but none of them this way.. not like this," he confirmed for you.

He'd never seen such uncertainty in your eyes before. You held yourself and started to back away a bit, cluing to him that he'd done something wrong.

Maybe you weren't ready to say it back he figured. Maybe you wouldn't be for a long time. But he knew right then and there, that he wanted nothing more than for you to be, and he'd wait forever for it to happen.

"Look, [Y/N]. I'm sorry," he began, tearing up a bit, but there was no way he was gonna be crying in front of you. "You probably don't-"

He was shut up when he felt your arms tightly wrapped around him.

"I love you too," you said back, fully crying tears of joy at this point. "I love you so much Peter!"

At that, he started to cry too. You actually said it back. This was perfect. You were perfect.

"Full warning," he said, pushing back so that he could see your entire tear stained, doey eyed, perfect face. "Now that I've got you, I'm never letting you go."

All you did in response was smile widely and pull him closer. It was a confirmation of what the two of you had done. And neither of you would ever forget it.

"You're so precious, baby," he softly whispered into your ear. "I'll love y-"

"Um, excuse me why is my daughter crying?," a rough voice broke in.

The two of you looked to the side to see your father at the door with his arms crossed. He looked to Peter's face. "Oh and you're crying too," he noted. "And you're both smiling- Oh my God you didn't ask to marry her did you?"

"Their vitals show that they are happy, Mr. Stark," F.R.I.D.A.Y. broke in. "If you would like, I can play back the last five mintues recorded from the door for you; starting with the words 'I love you'. That phrase seems to have started this ordeal."

You and Peter looked to each other before you both burst into laughter. "That little snitch," you said.

Your father rolled his eyes. "Alright continue your little.. thing," he said. Then he pointed to Peter. "But you're not allowed in her bedroom tonight, underoos. Too many emotions going around and I don't trust it. You two stay in the living room."

"Oh-uh," Peter scratched the back of his head. "I actually better be on my way home for dinner. Have a nice night, Mr. Stark." He looked to you and his blush deepened. "Bye sweetheart. Love you."

"Love you too," you responded, to which your dad made vomit sounds as he walked into the building.

That night, Peter literally skipped down the sidewalk all the way home, humming and having spontaneous bouts of laughter.

Walking into his home, he quickly yelled out.

"May! May c'mere!"

"What's up?," she yelled back. "Did the date go well? What happened? Oh my gosh are you crying?"

Peter shook his head slightly. "No no no no I'm just...so happy right now!"

He ran to hug her, smiling brightly.

"She said it May... I told her and she said it back."

You walked into the game room after having a squealing fit in your room.

You walked in and was immediately met with... applause?

The entire team was sitting there looking at you and there was a cake... what?

You couldn't hear everyone because they were speaking all at once. It wasn't until you were patted on the shoulder and turned to see Rhodey standing there. "Hey kid..make sure you two have a condom when you finally...do it."

Your face scrunched up. "What?!"

"Yeah, Tony showed us the footage," Bruce said, appearing on the other side of you.

"He- what?!"

Bucky laughed, taking a big cut out of the cake. "Peter probably would've snuck into the bedroom with you too, if Tony hadn't cockblocked you. But yeah we threw you a little love party."

You blushed profusely as Sam swung an arm around you. "Hey Steve! That was a language word!"

Steve rolled his eyes and then looked to you. "Congrats [Y/N]."

"Okay, this is officially weird and I'm going to bed."

"Okay but check the room for any spiders first!," Rhodes yelled out, earning a middle finger as you walked away.

When you made it to your room, you threw yourself onto the bed with a sigh.

"He loves me...he actually loves me."

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 5 years

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*in the middle of a case*

Wise Old Informant™: And based on all that evidence, I think we're dealing with a cult.

Dean: Awesome. But like on a scale of the Paris Hilton fandom to the Thules, where does it score?

Sam: Somewhere in the middle. So probably Illuminati level?

Dean: well except for the demonic science nerds with money pouring out their asscracks and Latin triangles tattooed on their dicks, right? Because that's really not my thing. *looks at Cas for reaction but there are none. Shrugs and laughs himself*

Sam: you're so far from correct, it is really not funny.

Dean: shut up I'm hilarious. You're just being bitchy because you fanboy for the Langdons of this World and cults *laughs, and looks at Cas for a reaction but gets none*

Sam: *bitchface*

Cas: *unaffected* So, do you have any descriptions of their rituals?

Dean: yeah, do you? Are they the sacrificing llamas type? Dancing around bonfires for tentacled aliens? Community orgies? *laughs again, and even Sam has to grin but Cas doesn't bat an eye*

Wise Old Informant™: No, they pray like we do. Different deities though, and way weirder than the ones we pray to.

Dean: are you sure? Because like Cas here is a cousin of Jesus Christ and a bunch of other evil dicks, and they're all sons of the creator, this home-alone called Chuck, who sings suckily in the shower and watches cat videos, but go off I guess

*now, Dean laughs with Sam but not Cas, and the Wise Old Informant™ looks at them worriedly*

Wise Old Informant™: I'm sorta religious, so just not going to react. So yeah, there's a hierarchy. The beginners stand. There's prostrating at the feet of statues. And then there's sitting.

Sam: yes. The most powerful position is on your knees.

Dean: ...that's what she said

Wise Old Informant™: *laughs*

Sam: *annoyedly laughs*

Dean: *proud of himself but Cas is as stoic as ever, so he finally loses it* Dude. what is wrong with you? You're not on a strike! You're allowed to laugh!

Cas: I would, if I, uh, felt the need to.

Dean: *irritated* what, like, angels can deactivate their sense of humor? And well, I think I'm on a roll here! This is comedy gold! Do you think I'm not funny, huh?

Cas: *polite* maybe we don't share the same sense of humor, Dean. If you want -

Dean: I don't need your pity laughs *mentally* challenge accepted.

*Dean decides that it's now a matter of his honor, and he'll make Cas laugh, come what may*

*while dealing with the Lucifer situation*

Sam: he's possessing some musician now ughhh

Dean: what some of us do for fame...

Dean: *sees Cas listening and takes it a step ahead* I mean, he's basically a Mean Girl now. He craves attention and would possess the President for drama™

Sam: *snicker*

Dean: I mean, think about it! He could just start driving a pink convertible and become friggin' Regina George next

Sam: *bursts out laughing*

*Dean looks at Cas to see if he laughed, but its like he doesn't even bother to react. Not even a smile*

Dean: ...you can do better Winchester

*In the middle of a vampire hunt*

Dean: *slicing some SOB's head off* Phew! Its basically routine now!

Cas: *admiring* you're very good at it, yes

Dean: *decides to seize the moment* they're just pretty bad at what they do. I mean sure, you sparkle just fine. But you don't need to shine out your ass for eternity to suck blood, just wear some headgear so that knifes don't slice through

Cas: *zoning out*

Dean: *desperate* heh I mean the only reason Twilight has all these movies is because it was those embassies against some more dumbasses. Throw in a hunter, and it would've been over before Pattinson could've cried out for the wolf with abs, Jake or whatever

Cas:

Dean: *mentally* its gonna take more efforts, but you'll get there

*Gabriel is flirting with a random woman*

Dean: *sees an opportunity and charges* for a guy his age, Gabriel sure seems to get laid a lot

Cas: yes *smiles* he has had a lot of practise

Dean: yeah that, and he has all these great lines, being an angel and everything

Cas: like?

Dean: *excited that it might work* oh come on Cas, what's the use of being an angel if you don't use the pick-up lines it brings?

Cas: I see.

Dean: *sees Cas sobering up and tries harder* you know like, the whole array of heaven related ones? "Heaven's missing an angel, I now see why"?

Cas: *serious* why, Dean?

Dean: no, its just a line, don't take it seriously

Cas: okay

Dean: *desperacito* There's more too! Like, like, "Are you my vessel? 'Cause I would love to get inside you!" *waits for reaction*

Cas:

Dean: it was funny, you ass

Cas: but how would that work like I'm a -

Dean: gODDAMMIT C A S!

*TFW sees a girl wearing a trenchcoat, crossing the street*

Dean: *mentally* I'm gonna Carpe the Fucking Diem out of this

Dean: LOOK Cas! She's wearing your trench - no, not yours, I mean, one just like it - but hey, guess what that means?

Cas: what?

Dean: you're finally in season

Cas:

Dean: get it? You're like a trendsetter? Your fashion is finally in style?? Get it????

Cas: ...yes?

Dean: *desperacito x 1234500016351903611* REACT TO IT THEN

Cas: OH! I completely forgot! I was supposed to laugh, wasn't I? Sam told me to look for cues when you spoke, but its much harder to know when to laugh when you speak than you think -

Dean: I swear to god Cas I'm goNNA -

Dean: and Sam, we need to have a fucking talk!? I'M HILARIOUS!! I DON'T NEED PITY LAUGHS

Sam: ...Sam thinks you do, Dean

*Many gruesome years later when all except Dean have forgotten about the challenge*

Sam: *teaching mode* and now you enter the name

Jack: I get to choose the name?

Sam: uh, go nuts *walks away*

Jack: *typing keenly* A - G - E - N - T B - I - E - B - E - R

Dean: *peeks* seriously kid?

Dean: *struck by a fabulous idea* HEY CAS! Remember the time you and Crowley used those fake-ass aliases when you went hunting behind our backs?

Cas: not really

Dean: *helpless, but too far gone to be brought back* You don't remember??? The Agent Beyonce and Z?

Cas: *grins* oh that. Yes, those were his idea

Dean: *spurred on* he was always an idiot. Seriously a miracle you 2 weren't caught that time! Close save!

Cas: I suppose

Dean: *dying because the moment is so close to falling flat, and jumping to the punchline* I mean, heh, if we'd not showed up, you would've moved on to the next city as Agent Kardashian and West *hopeful for a reaction, as he bats his eyes at Cas*

Cas: *polite* no we were not stupid

Dean:

Cas:

Dean:

Cas:

Dean: *sigh*

Cas: oH WAIT -

Dean: don't say it don't fucking say it. I give up okay? I'm done. I'm so done. I give up. I GIVE UP!

Cas: I'm sorry Dean, I'll laugh -

Dean: nO - I'VE G I V E N U P

BONUS

Jack: ...what's happening?

Sam: Sam keeps forgetting how new you are until moments like these happen

EPILOGUE

*Sam, Cas and Dean are reading up on archangel lore*

Cas: *to Sam* ...and that is how he uses all 6 wings to his advantage.

Sam: that information could really be useful when we take him on. All you know about archangels is really gonna be helpful Cas, I should write it down. Speak slower

Sam: I can't take all of it at once.

Dean: *tries to resist but can't* THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID *Cas is stoic as ever and Sam bitchfaces him*

Sam: grow up jerk

Dean: bitch *does the armpit cart thing to demonstrate just how grown up he is*

Cas, suddenly: *snickers*

Dean: did you just -

Cas: I - I mean, I just - *begins to chuckle as he replays it in his head*

Dean:

Cas: *rolling on the floor, full fledged laughing*

Dean:

Dean: I've been...its been...y E a r s...I mean - this is what makes you laugh...I mean...

Cas: *unable to breathe from the laughing, red in the face*

Dean: ...fArTS, CAS!?

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staygoldponebone · 5 years

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How Can You Hate Someone You Love?

Pairing: Pony x Reader

Request by: @steveandsoda

A/N: @the80sgold Happy Birthday! This is also for you! Sorry it's so long!! It's probably not what was requested. And also the title doesn't go well with the story, but eh...

The walk from the movies was silent. You walked with Ponyboy because your older friends thought that you two needed alone time together. You swore up and down that the next time you saw them, you'd give them a good beating.

See, the thing is: you and Ponyboy didn't really get along. It had been that way for what felt like forever. Ever since your older brothers got into it over some stupid misunderstanding.

Your older brother hated Soda for so long, you couldn't even remember why they fought.

And at that time, you and Pony were on good terms. You weren't besties, but you weren't enemies either. You even admit to having a little crush on him.

But your brother told you things about the Curtis boys. Things that would make you wanna shrivel up and die right where you stood. So you didn't want anything to do with Ponyboy. And before this one time, you'd never even been alone with Ponyboy. And your brother would kill you if he found out you were.

Ponyboy didn't know all that. He didn't know that your brother told you Curtis boys beat up little kids and got rip roaring drunk whenever they want. He didn't know that your brother told you the Curtis boys would manipulate people to get what they want, when they want it.

All Pony knew was that you didn't like him. He thought you were snobby. He thought you paraded around town acting like you were hot shit when in reality, you were a greaser. Just like him. That's why he didn't like you. That's why he didn't like a lot of greaser girls.

The two of you were now in greaser territory, so you didn't think you needed much protection. "Alright, beat it, Curtis."

"But we're not even close to your house."

"Good. I'd hate to see what happened if we were!"

He stood there and looked at you for a long time. "Why do you hate me?"

"What?"

"Why on earth do you hate me? I've done nothing to you!"

You pushed him. "No. It's what you could do! My brother told me about you and your family!" You pointed your finger at him. "You do what you want, to who you want, whenever you want! And I'm not gonna let you do nothin' to me!" You started down the road without Ponyboy.

"Your brother's a liar!" He yelled.

You turned around fast. "What?"

"He lied! My family's not like that! Not that you care! All you care about is how you look and talk and how popular you could be! You're stuck up and you know it!"

You got ready to yell again when a red mustang pulled up. The two passengers got out and came after you. They were drunk, but big. They surrounded you. But Ponyboy was there.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Pony yelled.

The Socs turned around to look at him. "What?" One spat.

"I said leave her alone!" Pony had a blade. It shimmered in the streetlight, so the rich kids stumbled back to their car. Pony ran up to you and you attempted to look calm, but it wasn't working with your face so pale.

"Are you ok?" Pony said softly.

"I'm fine." Your voice broke and you didn't look at him.

"Did they hurt you?"

"No. Go away."

"Y/n. If you're hurt, I can-"

"I'm fine!" A tear came down your face and you wiped it away fast. You took a deep breath. "I just wanna go home."

"Well, walk with me this time, so you don't get hurt."

"I don't need you to-"

"Y/n." Pony got closer to you. "I wanna make sure you don't get hurt. Ok?"

You nodded with reluctance as Pony walked you to your house. He wrapped his jacket around you and walked close to you the whole time and would frequently ask if you were alright.

He talked to you. About everything. And you realized that this greaser, that may have looked tough, was actually the biggest dork in the world. And you knew he was only talking to you to clear your mind of what happened. And maybe what he said was all made up, but you couldn't help but smile and laugh. You couldn't help but share your thoughts with him.

When you got to the door of your house, you turned to Pony. "Thanks." You say softly.

"You're welcome."

You took a deep breath. "I guess I was wrong about you, Curtis."

He smiled and you hugged him tight. Years ago, this would've been the best feeling in the world, giving a hug to Ponyboy. It would've been cutsie and you'd tell all of your friends. But now, it felt like you had to keep it secret. Now, it meant something.

You pulled away from Ponyboy and looked him over. "I'll see you tomorrow." He stated.

"Definitely."

~ ~ ~ ~

The next day, you went to the Curtis house. You had to give Pony his jacket back. When you got there, all eyes were on you.

"Hey, y/n. I heard Ponyboy came to your rescue last night and you guys hung out in your room." Dally winked.

Two-Bit made kissy faces at you while all the boys laughed. Your face went red and you looked at Ponyboy. He didn't look back at you.

"Is that what you heard?" You ask.

Dally nodded. You looked at Ponyboy again and still, he kept his head down.

"Figures." You scoffed, throwing the jacket at Ponyboy. You ran right outta the house, all the way home.

You stayed in your bedroom and cried because you were so embarrassed. You never wanted to see the Curtis boys again. Especially, Ponyboy. You knew you shouldn't have walked with him last night but you did and you now regret it. You thought the two of you would close, but you were wrong.

There was a knock at your bedroom door and your mom walked in. She informed you of a guest and said that he was sitting in the living room waiting. You angrily got up and went into the living room. You saw Pony and you marched up to him and slapped him.

"I hate you, Ponyboy Curtis! I hate you and your entire family!"

"Y/n. I wasn't even-"

"It doesn't matter! Go away!"

"We should talk about this."

"We just did! Now leave!"

He wouldn't move, so you pushed him to the door. You had to follow him outside because that was the only way he'd leave you alone.

"It was just a joke. Dally didn't mean that. And, look, I know I shouldn't have told the guys about you, but I'm sorry."

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them what happened and how our talk went. And I told them that you were a lot cooler than I thought."

Your gaze fell into his greenish gray eyes and you relaxed a little. But soon you came back to reality. "I don't care....I hate you. You told them stuff! And they tease me enough as it is!" You felt tears on your face and you turned away from him.

He lifted your chin. "Y/n. I'm so so sorry."

You rolled your eyes. "I don't care that you're sorry. I hate you." You tried to look tough, but the embarrassment got to you. You fell into him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm sorry, y/n." He repeated. "I shouldn't have said anything. I wasn't thinking."

You sighed. "I forgive you...I guess." You pulled away from him. "But if you tell anybody about this, I'll kill you." You whisper.

He chuckled. "Don't worry. I won't say a word."

"Promise?"

He held up his pinky. "Pinky swear."

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