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verstappen-cult · 1 month

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#. . . Five times Max refuses to acknowledge he’s sick + one time he does.

request made by @lucien-calore. . . “hi, you asked for a max request and i shall deliver! can i please have a sickfic where max refuses to acknowledge he's sick (a flu or something, nothing too serious) but when he does, he acts like a drama queen?”

You’re making dinner when you hear Max coughing from his streaming room, then the laughs of his friends making fun of him.

You don’t think too much about it. That is until he can’t stop coughing while you’re eating, and when you’re getting ready for bed, and at all during the night.

It’s only in the morning, as you’re making breakfast and he’s feeding the cats, when you decide to say something.

“Baby?” You say, trying to look nonchalant while making the eggs.

“Yes?” He puts the cat food away and makes his way to you. Max hugs your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “What happens?”

“I’m gonna go to the pharmacy after pilates, do you need anything?”

Max hums, like actually thinking about it before saying, “No, love. Got everything I need.”

“You sure? Nothing for that cough you have?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He kisses your cheek and pulls away, grabbing an apple. “I’m gonna be streaming, make sure to say goodbye before you leave, okay?”

“Are you okay?” It’s the fourth time in less than an hour that Max enters the kitchen to fill his bottle of water.

“Yeah, it’s just that all the singing and screaming at the concert last night left me with a sore throat.”

You try not to laugh but it’s impossible. It’s been three days since he started with that horrible cough, which hasn’t stopped, but he still doesn’t understand that he’s probably sick.

“Max, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t that.” You close the book and get up from the couch, he looks confused as you get closer and place your hand on his forehead. “Jesus, Max, you’re burning up!”

“I’m hot, don’t you think?”

“Max, I’m serious, you got a fever.”

“It’s probably nothing,” He reassures you by placing a kiss on your cheek before turning around. “I fell asleep on the terrace. I’m gonna take a shower, okay?”

“Max, I swear to God—”

“You look hot when you’re angry.” That’s the last thing he says, walking away.

“Max!”

It's impossible. You’ve tried everything to make Max understand that he’s sick and needs to rest, but he won’t admit it.

This morning you practically begged him to stay in bed to rest and recover, but he did not listen to you, saying that it was nothing — as he’s been saying all week — and actually dragged you to the Padel court because ‘I’m gonna win this time’.

Dani’s visiting, so, everyone got together to spend Sunday morning at their favorite place, promising to go to brunch after. But it’s been three hours and they have just finished the second game. Who’s fault is that? Max’s.

It’s no secret that Max is not very good at Padel, but now that he’s sick it’s been torture. Every couple of minutes they have to stop the game for him to cough, so it’s been impossible to actually play and he doesn’t want to give up.

And it’s worse because Charles is his partner. Only a look at the Monégasque and you know he wants to murder him.

“Max,” You call his name, leaving your book aside and walking closer to the wall that’s separating both of you. “you’re sick, why don’t we go home?”

“But, baby, I really think I can win this one.”

“No you won’t!” Lando shouts from across the court as he’s stretching.

“Oh shut u—”

“Max, I’m serious.” You don’t know what else to do at this point. He’s always been so stubborn, but this has reached new levels.

“I’m gonna win this for you, baby.” He winks and turns around to join the rest of the group.

“Max? Why are you still in bed?” You enter the room, gaze immediately going to the watch on the nightstand. It’s two in the afternoon. He never stays in bed past ten, not even during winter or summer break.

“Jus’ tired.” He mumbles, face hidden in the pillows.

“I’m gonna make you a cup of tea, okay?” You sit next to him, stroking his hair.

“Don’t want a cup of tea,” He opens his eyes, looking up at you and pouting. It makes you giggle. “I want you.”

“I won’t kiss you until you admit you’re sick.”

“That’s so unfair!” He pouts again, this time grabbing your arm and trying to make you lie next to him. “I’m not sick. I’m like super healthy.” You snort, shaking your head and standing up.

“Then, no kisses for you.”

Max groans, hiding his face under the blankets. “I can survive without your kisses, you know.”

That makes you laugh because you know Max, and you know how much he likes to kiss you at every opportunity. The chances of Max keeping that promise… Impossible.

“Whatever gets you through the night, Maxie.”

“Hey, baby.” Max places a kiss on your cheek as you leave the grocery bags on the kitchen table. “You got everything for tonight?”

“Yes. I already talked with your mom and they’ll be here at around nine.” Max helps you put the groceries away, frowning when he sees some medicine and a special broth he knows perfectly well among the things you will need for dinner tonight.

“What's this?”

You try to hide a smile, pretending to be busy with anything just to keep you from looking at him. “Your mom said you used to love it as a kid.”

“Yeah,” He says, still confused. “when I was sick.”

“You are sick, Max. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you this.”

“I am not!” He huffs, rolling his eyes. You can see from the irritated expression on his face that he's tired of you repeating the same thing over and over again. “I’m gonna go play for a little bit.”

You grab his hand before he can walk away, pulling him closer to you. “Hey,” Max raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to talk. But you cup his cheeks instead, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m worried, I don’t want you to get worse.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You can only watch as he leaves the room, Jimmy following closely behind.

“Well, I tried.” You mumble, looking at Sassy perched on the counter. She meows and you’re glad at least someone understands you.

“Schatje?” You hear Max’s hoarse voice say.

“Mmh?” It’s your answer, busy peeling some vegetables. “What happens?”

He hesitates for a second, you see from the corner of your eyes how he avoids looking at you, which makes you stop and turn your attention to your boyfriend.

“I’m sick.” He whispers, surprising you. But he deserves a little teasing.

“What? I didn’t hear you.” You play dumb, and Max sees right through you.

“You were right, okay? I was being an idiot.”

“Yes, you were.” He pouts, making you feel warm all over. You walk to him, placing your hand on his forehead. “You have a fever. Why don’t you go lie down on the couch, uh? I’ll heat up the broth.”

“I’m sorry for being an idiot.” He breathes into the air, blushing all the way from his cheeks to his neck. You know that admitting when he’s wrong is not something easy for him.

“I know, baby. But,” You reach up and boop Max on the nose with your index finger. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”

“But I wanted to help you, everyone’s about to arrive.”

“Worry about what your mom will say once I tell her how stubborn you have been.” He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. “If you’re a good boy and take the medicine, I’ll think about giving you a… reward.”

If Max takes the medicine and finishes all the broth is only because he wants to get better. It has nothing to do with the reward you’re going to give him tonight.

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #f1 imagine #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #f1 grid x reader

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cranberryjuice-posts · 3 months

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ARLT GIRL I HAVE A REQUEST FOR CLARISEE‼️

OK SO CAN YOU DO LIKE A ATHENA!DAUGHTER!READER WHERE MOST PEOPLE ASSUME THE ENTIRE ATHENA CABIN IS JS BORING ITS ALL NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC AND BOOKS

AND THEN WHEN THE READER AND CLARISSE JS LIKE KINDA STUMBLE APON EACHOTHER, CLARISSE JS ASSUMES THE READER IS VERY FUCKING BORIJG BECAUSE THEYRE A CHILD OF ATHENA

AND RHE READER TRIES TO KIND OF CONVICE HER THAT SHE ISNT BORING AND ALL

(and pls a lil make out im begging you😔)

(also i love your work stay strong girl‼️🔥)

RAHHHH‼️‼️‼️

Let’s give this thing a try

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! daughter of Athena! Reader

Pt 1 — pt 2

The big house was quiet. Quiet was something you had to fight for, being a demigod your life was always chaotic and well noisy— so when you wanted to actually spend some time reading you would make arrangements to spend time in the big houses libary.

That’s how you now found yourself sitting in the library’s floor with multiple astrology books open around you and a note book filled to the brim with your findings

You heard the door open behind you, you looked back and saw clarisse standing in the door way with a few books in hand. Confused you raised an eyebrow studying the beautiful girls collected face. “What’s with the books?” You asked.

At first she didn’t respond, only setting them down on a chair. “Chiron asked me to leave some books here.” Her tone flat and uninterested, in the pile however you noticed a book about the stars that you had been searching for for hours.

You practically ran across the room grabbing the book like it was going to disappear. You looked down smiling at the cover— your excitement was innerupted as clarisse scoffed.

“I swear only Athena kids get off on this shit.” She rolled her eyes while turning to leave.

“Excuse me?” You spoke harshly.

Clarisse let out an irritated sigh. “What?— did I stutter I said Athena kids are the only people I know who can actually enjoy crap like this” she gestured her head towards the mess you had made earlier. “All you guys are the same boring blueprint of your mom”

“I’m not boring” you let out a scoff like laugh. Setting the book down on a table you crossed your arms not wanting to stand down from where you were.

Clarisse raised an eyebrow, it was clear she didn’t believe you. “Know what fine” you walked towards her. “Come here tomorrow midnight and I’ll show you that I’m not boring”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I can get you out of whatever trouble your in with Chiron”

There was silence for a moment until clarisse rolled her eyes once more, threatening you to make it worth her time before actually leaving

———

You laid face down in your bed with Annabeth standing near by. You screamed into your pillow fustrated “and who does she think she is! I’m not boring she’s suc—“ you continued to complain until annabeth stopped you

“And Why do You Care what she thinks?” Annabeth sighed while sketching on a map of the forest, making plans for the upcoming capture the flag game.

You kept quiet.. annabeth turned in her seat looking over at you, her sharp grey eyes analyzed you until you knew the secret was you. You groaned in you pillow while annabeth sighed. “Her?! Really.. y/n there’s so many better options here but her your really gonna go with her?” She scolded you.

“Look, It’s.. fuck ok she’s really pretty and her being a bitch is attractive sue me” you rolled over in your bed embarrassed. Annabeth shook her head in disapproval. “Besides your not so innocent I see how you look at the son of Poseidon, uh Percy right? Yeah how does mom feel again about you fraternizing with the man she hates son”

She threw a pillow at your head in response. You just held the soft fabric close wondering how the hell you were gonna survive clarisse, you didn’t even like her that much

…

You did like her that much.. fuck

———

You sat in the big house looking out the wall length window admiring the stars. You had a telescope set up propped outside the window with a few books opened around you. Annabeth so graciously and forced helped you set up a cosy scene with some blankets and pillows.

You wore a cute form fitting black jumper dress with a light blue camp sweater underneath and a white ribbion in the back of your half pulled up hair. But this wasn’t a date. You had to constantly remind yourself that you were just proving you weren’t boring.

In mid thought you heard the libary door open, stepping in clarisse wearing some red plaid pj pants and her normal orange camp shirt. You felt your voice get stuck in your throat.

Clearing your throat you patted beside you. “Common”

“This looks boring I’m going back to my cabin”

“Dude”

Clarisse rolled her eyes and sat down— only there because you could get her out of cleaning the big house which you found out was because she may or may not of broke a kids jaw.

There was uncomfortable silence, it clear she was just trying to psyc you out so you would call quits but being the stuborn girl you were you refused.

You saw a shine in the corner of you eye making your face light up. “Look” you smiled. Clarisse groaned as she moved over and looked into the telescope. “It’s a meteor shower”

“I’ve been studying the stars for years but recently I’ve noticed a shift in some of the stars usual locations, see a meteor shower happens when the Earth passes through the trail of debris left by a comet or asteroid, As a comet gets closer to the sun, some of its icy surface boils off, releasing lots of particles of dust and rock—“

You had to stop yourself from continuing, proving you weren’t boring didn’t include you yapping about stars. The shower ended quickly and which was normal for a small storm like that one. While clarisse continued to look at the sky however You put a hand on the tool.

“Right here” you shifted it, you showed her the Aries constellation. “There’s Aries, and that red circle underneath it is mars” shifting the telescope some more you continued to talk “and there is the great square of Pegasus”

It was still quite the only round being the creaking from the telescope. You pulled away fiddling with your hands. “I—“

“It’s cool” clarisse mumbled “i guess” she looked over at you from where she was laying. Your cheeks flushed from the sudden compliment. “I still think your boring though spending all your time reading in here, but this” she titled her head more toward the window “this is all right”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not boring”

“Mmhm” she sat up stretching as she did.

The two just sat there looking at eachother. You now taking the chance to really admire the girls features with the only source of light being the moon. “Your hair.. I like it, the way you style it and keep your curls in such good condition… it’s pretty”

“You can touch them if you want” her offer took you back, but you didn’t deny her. You reached out and touch her soft hair wrapping a curl around your finger. “Your hair smells like fruit punch” you giggled.

“Thanks?” She laughed softly, her hand now tracing gentle circles on your thigh. You could tell she liked the jumper dress on you, making your heart beat faster.

You leaned closer to clarisse nervous you read the situation wrong. Your lips were close just barley brushing against eachother.

You felt your heart start to race, you’ve kissed girls before but something about clarisse made you nervous, nervous like you wanted to run away but excited like you needed more.

Clarisses hand trailed up your body and found its way to your waist, she gently pulled you forward finally kissing you. The kiss was short repeating a few times adding a sense of hesitation.

You felt clarisses Hands squeeze you lightly as you both looked into each others eyes. Your left arm was now around the girls shoulder with your other hand keeping you up for balance.

You moved you hand to her hair before leading her in for a more passionate kiss. It was immature and inexperienced but needy. Clarisse Bit You bottom lip making you moan allowing her to move her tongue into the mix, you moved while kissing her to sit on the girls waist.

You both fell now with clarisse laying on her back and you pinning her down, both panting while looking deeply into each others eyes. You kissed her again with a sense of urgency.

Whines and soft moans filled the air as you kissed. Clarisses hands finding themselves under your tight jumper dress resting on the sides of your thighs while you had your hands held the girls face.

Pulling away you hid you face in the crook of clarisses neck allowing her to shift positions around now with her on top, trailing kisses down your cheek jaw and neck.

She pulled back panting. “How far are we going” her eyes meeting yours.

“Only.. only this” You whispered, clarisse nodded before kissing your neck again while softly nipping leaving dark hickeys.

——

The following morning you had to hear a long lecture from annabeth about the marks on your neck and the new found relationship between you and the daughter of ares

Annabeth - shes a terrible Person

Y/n - now it’s suddenly a crime for a woman to have a personality?

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Go look at this persons post about Palestine and aid links

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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 2 months

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Omfg I ate that Vox fic up! The one where he hypnotized the reader after a long fight of them nearly being taken from him. Can you do a part 2 please? Like when the reader eventually learns he basically forced them to sign the contract and they find a way to be immune to his hypnosis? He goes absolutely nuts despite literally owning their soul. He's canonically a control freak and seems to even have some yandere traits. I hope I'm not going against your rules! You don't have any posted so I just wanna ask! Thank you for being awesome! :D Don't hesitate to turn down this request. Write what makes you feel comfortable. Just please respond so I and everyone else knows not to make a similar request in the future. Lots of love!

ABSOLUTELY!! I did take this in a slightly different direction, but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Lowkey thinking of doing a Vox POV of this later and maybe even a part three...

Vox isn't actually in this much, but I feel a loose actual plot coming together and this is what naturally flowed for me.

I hope y'all are ready for more angst... plus a cliff-hanger <3

More Than Anything Part 2 [Vox x Reader]

Part 1

Part 2.5

"You controlling prick!"

Vox ducked as you threw a pillow at him. Even in your righteous anger, you'd never actually truly try to hurt him, but by god were you pissed.

Despite Vox's obvious disdain for the Hazbin Hotel and its association with Alastor, you visited the hotel occasionally to catch up with your friend Angel Dust and give some much-deserved love to his pet pig Fat Nuggets. It was during one of these visits that you ran into Alastor, who immediately looked at you with disgust in his ever-present smile.

"Really now, my dear," he said as he shook his head in disapproval. "It's already enough of a shame that you have such poor taste in a romantic partner, but to give your soul to him as well? I thought you were smarter than that."

The overlord could see the aura of Vox's ever-annoying electric cords locked around your soul like chains. You'd been confused and his eye twitched with annoyance as he realized what Vox had done to you. To say you were livid after he explained that you'd been tricked was an understatement.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," Vox pleaded as you fumed at him in his room. "But you left me no other choice! You weren't listening to me and if I didn't bind your soul, then Satan knows what could have happened to you by now."

"Just because you don't fucking believe in my ability to look out for myself doesn't mean you get to just take my soul!" You screamed with hot, angry tears flowing down your face. You wipe at them, only crying harder at the frustration of the tears you couldn't control in your anger. You felt like they undermined your emotions.

Vox's magic sparked around him as he tried his best not to get angry and start a fight with you. He was terrified and was that much more susceptible to his angry tendencies in moments like these. It took everything in him to try and calm himself, not wanting to push you away further. His heart dropped and his blood ran cold as he saw you pull a large bag out of the closet and start shoving clothes into it.

"W-Where are you going?" Vox panicked as he crossed the room.

"The hotel," you said with quiet fury, as you stepped away from the closet and went to the nightstand with your personal things on it. "I need some space and it's the one fucking place I know you'd rather die again than follow me to."

"Ŷ̸̪͕o̸̢̿̿ū̷̫ ̶̬͂c̶̺̾͂a̴͒͘͜n̴̫̂̔'̶̡̉t̶͙̝̄͒," Vox said, his voice starting to glitch as his panic increased. "You've heard the news, the extermination is in a week and the angels plan on attacking there first. There's no guarantee they'll keep to the date after how much little miss dumbass pissed off heaven. It's not safe there."

You pull your bag over your shoulder and the look you gave him will haunt him for the rest of his afterlife. "It's safer than here."

It breaks him all the more when you shield your eyes from him and storm past him so he can't hypnotize you into staying. Vox is paralyzed with fear like never before. He wanted to scream, to beg, to stop you from leaving him, but he couldn't do anything as his system glitched so hard it forced him into a reboot. When he came to, he was alone. You were gone.

Charlie was more than willing to let you stay at the hotel. The two of you hadn't had the chance to really ever speak before, but she was always friendly when you came to visit Angel, even after you explained to her there was no way you'd be able to become a guest.

In exchange, you were happy to help set up the defenses against the extermination. You got to know all of the other members of the hotel and the work helped you push down the burning ache in your chest.

Vox had been trying to contact you nonstop. You eventually turned off your phone, driven insane by the wall of notifications of him begging you to respond in any way. He knew you were okay for the time being. He was literally connected to your soul. But as the extermination day grew closer, his panic only increased. If it wasn't for Valentino and Velvette holding him back, there were several times he genuinely would have set aside his pride and come to the hotel just to get you.

It was after helping Husk and Cherri put up a particularly tricky barrier with the dwindling supplies that Angel found you taking a break. He passed you a water which you took gratefully as he slid down the wall and joined you on the floor.

"So," he started. "Are we going to ever talk about the reason why you're hiding out here?"

"Do we have to?" You groan, running your fingers through your hair. Despite the smiles and laughter you'd been sharing with your newfound friends as you all prepared for the potential end of it all, the dark circles on your eyes gave away what was lurking underneath.

For as angry as you were at Vox, you missed him. You missed feeling him curl against you in bed. You missed being woken up at unholy hours early in the morning because Vox couldn't start his day without giving you a kiss and telling you how much he loved you. You missed his shitty taste in shows and how he'd collapse into your arms after a long day at work.

Angel sighed, looking at the boarded-up lobby. "Look I may not get it, but you love the guy, right? Are you really content with possibly dying in a couple of days for a cause you're not even a part of, just because you're pissed with him?"

"He stole my soul, Angie" You frown at him.

"And that is fucked up as hell," he agrees. "But I know you and I know there ain't no way in hell you're actually satisfied leaving shit like this."

"I just-," you start before groaning. "How the hell are we supposed to come back from this? I doubt he'd ever void the contract. He's too convinced he's right for that."

Angel sighed, setting his own cup aside. "Honestly toots, you're not gonna like it, but... He kinda has a point."

You whip your head up to look at him and he holds up his hands defensively. "Not saying that stealing your soul was the right call. Believe me, if anyone gets how fucked it is having your soul controlled by a sociopath with a big ego, it's me. But you're not exactly in the safest of places, dollface. Not to mention, you're dating an overlord who's in a trio determined to piss off as many big shots as possible. His mind may not be in the right place, but his heart kinda is."

You take Angel's words to heart and sigh as you bury your face in your arms. "I hate it, but you're right... I just... I don't want to hold him back. I don't want to be the person that needs to be protected. I want to be his equal, not his problem."

"Then tell him that," Angel sighs. His gaze drifts to the bar and smiles fondly. "Someone recently has taught me how important being real with yourself is. It's okay to be flawed. No one got stuck in this shithole cause we were perfect, y'know?"

He nudged you with a grin as he added, "Plus, come on. Can you imagine how many bitches in hell would kill to have a sexy fucker that wants nothing more than to love ya and keep ya safe? I love you toots, but for fucks sake, pick a struggle."

You snort, shaking your head as you lightly swat at his arm. "Fuck you for being right about shit all the time."

"It's one of my best assets," Angel smirked. "Y'know, aside from all the fluff."

You laughed as he puffed up his chest and by the end of the evening, you'd decided to head back. As much as you loved Angel and wanted nothing more than to be by his side as the extermination drew near, he had a point. This wasn't your fight and there was a controlling dumbass that had been blowing up your phone ever since you left that was praying for your return.

After exchanging promises to see each other after the extermination, you left the hotel. You had an idiot to see.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #angel dust #the tiniest nudge at huskerdust #i know this wasnt super vox focused but the next part def will be

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magics-neptunes-things · 9 days

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Ready, Aim, Shoot (3)

Hi guys!

This is a little longer that what I was thinking, but it's the last part of the Ready, Aim, Shoot 's serie. Thanks to @holly-wallis for her ideas and advice ♥

Please enjoy ♥

I had to repost it, sorry if you already saw it ♥

TW : Blood, trauma, scare, creepy therapist.

PART 1 | PART 2

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Blood. There is blood everywhere. The more you look, the more there is. You look at your shaking hands, cover in red too. You don’t know whose blood is it though. The room you are in is only white, adding to the contrast with the blood color. Breathing quickly, you look around and that’s when you finally see her.

Alexia.

Alexia is on her back in the middle of the room, her body surrounded by red too. Panicking, you kneel next to her, shaking her to try to wake her. But she doesn’t. She stays still in your hand, not moving. Not breathing. This is when you scream.

You scream so much that it wakes you up suddenly. Heavily breathing, you sit on your bed, blindly trying to find the button on your bedside lamp. You finally managed to find it, but when you put the light on, Alexia isn’t next to you in your bed.

It’s only when you left your room to look for her that you remember. She’s not here tonight, she’s sleeping in Tenerife, where she played today. Or yesterday, because it’s actually three in the morning. It’s the first time she leaves you alone for all the night since you came back.

Alexia is not here, but it’s your fault really. You assured her that you will be ok, almost pushing her out of your shared flat. She made you swear to call her if you need her, no matter what time it is. She asked Mapi to come to look for you last night, so you watched the game with the blonde before she went home. You fell asleep quickly actually, you were far to imagine a wake up like that.

You should really call her; she will be disappointed with you if she learns the state of panic you are in without calling her. But you hate the idea to wake her up at this time of the night. She played yesterday, she’s coming home today. She needs to rest.

You find refuge on your couch, putting the TV on. But you can’t forget the picture of Alexia and the blood everywhere. You feel like it’s still on your body, no matter how many times you look at your hands to be sure that you don’t have a little red on you. Thirty minutes after you wake up, you decided to go take a shower.

You pass a long time under it, water burning, washing your body again and again. You ignore the scare that your accident left on your body. You hate them. No matter how many times Alexia kissed them, telling you that you are strong and even more beautiful than before.

You feel guilty as hell when you think about your girlfriend. She is amazing with you, so patient and so loving. You don’t feel like you deserve her. You don’t make any progress with your mental health and it’s disturbing. You even think about breaking up with Alexia one time, disgusting by yourself. She deserves so much more than you. But right after, you had a panic attack, because how can you live without her? She’s your whole world.

You are not even strong enough to make the things right for her.

When the feeling of the hot water and the strength with which you rubbed your skin became too much to handle, you stop the water and get out of the shower. This time your skin is red, but you know why.

You pick a hoodie from Alexia and one of her old Barcelona’s short. If you can’t have your girlfriend’s arms, at least you can have her smell. And, after some hesitation, you even take her pillow to go with you to the couch of your living room. You take snack and watch some stupid things on TV while scrolling on your phone.

You are still tired, but you don’t want to take the risk to fall asleep again. You’re terrified to have this dream again. Every time the images came back in your brain, you try to hug Alexia’s pillow harder. It kind of work, but it has nothing to do with Alexia’s comfort.

You fall asleep after 8 o’clock, after your girlfriend told you that they are boarding and that she will be home soon.

You are still asleep when Alexia comes home. She smiles seeing you laying on the couch, cuddle against her pillow, in her clothes. You are watching YouTube now, from her account, and you choose the playlist where she puts all the games she finds interesting. Only putting her suitcase on the ground, she comes to sit next to you, softly stroking your hair.

“Alexia?” you mumble, opening your eyes with difficulty.

“Hi sleepy head”

Her smile is affectionate, and you get up on one elbow to rub your eyes and have a better look at her. Her hairs are down and she seems fine. She seems happy, maybe to see you? The plan was that she takes a taxi with Jana to come back home, Alexia didn’t want you to drive because some noises sometimes make you jump.

“How are you?” Alexia asks softly.

“Can I have a hug?”

She smiles and passes her arms around you to hug you. But you lay on the couch again, taking her with you on it. She giggles and you smile, forgetting for the first time your nightmare.

“I’m glad you’re here” you whisper after some minutes.

“I’m glad to be back to you too.”

You hum, turning a little to pass a leg around her knees and cuddle tighter against her. She’s stroking your back lovingly, sometimes kissing your head. You started to wonder how much mental pressure you are putting on her when she talks again.

“You remember Marta? From the media team?”

“I think I do” you answer, frowning. “Why?”

“She just left for her maternity leave, and she doesn’t know for now if she will come back.”

“Ok?”

You are still frowning when you look at your girlfriend, not understanding where she wants to go. I mean you are happy that people have baby and all. But what does it make a change for you?

It looks like Alexia’s idea was that you apply for the job. You try to escape that idea, not really happy about the idea of meeting tons of people who will know about your story and look at you with pity in their eyes. But Alexia assures you that it won’t happen, adding that you just can go for the interview without saying yes after.

Long story short, you are now sitting on your desk for your first day.

Your job is basically to find idea of activities to anime the games, a little more marketing than journalism to be honest. But it looks fun and like Alexia said before, when Marta will come back, you don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.

********

“Hi, I’d like a meeting with the new media manager?”

A voice in front of you make you raise your head, even if you recognize it immediately. Alexia is smirking at you from the door of your office, looking like she just finishes her shower. Which she probably did, given the time.

“I’m sorry, but you have to talk to my assistant first, she will give you my time schedule” you smirk back.

Alexia frown slightly, closing the door behind her before coming for you.

“You have an assistant?”

You know that frown and you roll your eyes while standing up to great her like she deserves it.

“Yes, I have” you answer, letting yourself go against her when she takes you in her arms.

She hums, her lips against your hair, trying to look discreetly in the open office by the window. The gesture makes you chuckle and you raise your head to have a better look at her.

“What? I was just looking to know if you knew her, that’s all.”

“Sure, mi Amor.”

She pouts and you kiss it better, just to see the smile she has right after. You weren’t really happy to start to work again to be honest, but you have to admit that it’s a good thing for you to keep your head busy with something. Alexia was right, once again.

“Are you ready to leave? I’m taking you home.”

“I am.”

You take your stuff with you, before letting Alexia passes her arm around your waist to take you with her. You don’t know if it’s only the jealousy talking right now, but you have to admit that she is way more openly affective with you since your accident. Not that you have a problem with it, obviously. But the way her gaze is scanning the room when you left after saying goodbye to your colleagues, it makes you think that there is at least a little part of jealousy in it.

Which is totally stupid, you only see her.

“You seems happier” Alexia says cautiously over her plate that night.

You look at her for some seconds before nodding. You are, but you are scared to mention it in case that it makes your nightmares coming back.

“I am. Thanks to you” you smile softly.

“Are you really? Or are you hiding something from me like when I was away for the game to Tenerife?”

You blush and almost chock on your tomato, but you somehow are able to keep some dignity. You don’t take the time to try to deny her statement though, you know that she knows. Of course she does. She reads you like an open book. Alexia has the decency to not point anything else, waiting patiently for your answer.

“I really am better. You were right, I really needed to get out from here even if it was difficult at first. It’s great to have something to do, not that cooking for you wasn’t entertaining. But going out… It’s great.”

She nods softly, without leaving your face with her eyes. You know immediately that there is something else in her mind, but you don’t push, letting her carry the conversation.

“Do you think I was too suffocating with you? Maybe if I…”

“No!” you cut her after some seconds of incredulity. “Alexia how could you…? Are you joking? You are the reason that I’m still here and mentally good. You are the reason that I keep fighting to be fine again. I couldn’t have done it without you. I forbid you to think of anything like that.”

“I’m sorry. It’s some insecurities and I shouldn’t have told you that” she frowns again, playing with her forks and some pasta left in her plate.

“Alexia, don’t please.”

She looks at you again when you stand up, just to come sit on her lap. She welcomes you by taking you close against her with her arms. You pass your arms around your neck, one of your fingers playing with the baby hair on her neck.

“You are so perfect to me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to thank you enough one day for it. You were always right and done nothing wrong all those days. A lot of people would have abandoned, but you are still here with me.”

“I’ll never abandon you” she mumbles, looking right into your eyes.

You can see how much she means those worlds and you have to take all your strength not to start crying like a baby. You’re pretty sure that your eyes are shining from tears but you busy yourself by stroking her cheek tenderly.

“You said one time that my come back is a miracle, do you remember? Well, you are my miracle.” you add, after she nods.

She kisses you and the way she did makes your head turned. She only let you breath for several seconds when you need air, before kissing you again with even more intensity. You had sex again after some weeks of rehab from your part, but not like you did before your departure. And it’s hard to see Alexia restrain her gestures, scared as hell to hurt you. Tonight though, you feel like that maybe it will come back.

********

It came back.

You are laying on your bed, lovingly enveloped in your girlfriend’s arms. Her skin is so soft against yours, your face hiding in her neck. You are lull by Alexia’s deep and slow breathing and you are starting to wonder if she’s falling asleep when she talks quietly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Great. Safe. Warm.”

“Perfect” Alexia sighs softly, moving a little to be more comfortable on the mattress.

You look up at her, admiring the shape of her jaw, her perfect nose, her beautiful eyes, and her so kissable lips.

“What?” she asks when she sees you staring.

“Nothing” you giggle. “You’re just so beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes before closing them, tightening you harder against her. You don’t need anything than her body to keep you warm and you love it.

“Would you be angry if I stopped working there?”

The sudden question makes her open her eyes again to look at you. She seems to be thinking for several seconds before answering.

“Of course not. Why do you want to stop anyway? Is someone nasty with you?”

“Not at all” you deny, already imagine her hunting the person who would do that to you. “I was thinking that… maybe I could finish one of my book projects?”

“You mean one of your thousand amazing scenario who are desperately waiting on your computer?”

“Exactly that” you answer, rolling your eyes.

She teased you way to much about it already.

“If it’s what you want, of course I’ll support you. But what about going out to meet people?”

You see the worried already and you answer, kissing her cheek.

“I’ll go write into a Café or something. Maybe seeing people, crowd and streets will help me to get idea.”

********

That’s exactly what you did, after finishing your job with the media. The first days, you weren’t really effective, more focused on what’s going on around you and which story you want to choose. After some debate with yourself and help asking to your mother and Alexia, you choose to mix two stories and start writing again. It made you start from the beginning, but it’s maybe better like this.

You still get to your psychiatrist to your session twice a week, always a little more scared to go without Alexia. Your psychiatrist told both of you that it could be good for you to come without your girlfriend. Alexia accepted immediately, always being interested in everything that can make you feel better. So on Mondays would go without Alexia and on Fridays you go with her.

You always have a strange feeling without Alexia’s halo, and it’s only happened when you come here. You don’t have trouble to go grocery shopping without Alexia or go to the Café to write.

It’s particularly hard to come today, you talked to Alexia by the phone before your appointment to ease your stress. She seems to realize that something is wrong, because she talks a lot about her day. She only does that to change your mind, and you love her for that.

“Good Morning, Y/N.” your therapist greats you.

You great her back and start talking about your new occupation, your activities since the last time and the travel Alexia proposed to you last night. It was something you can’t stop to think about since she mentioned it, eager to go away for some days in the sun with the woman you love.

“Don’t you think it will be too soon?” the doctor asks sceptically, only looking at her notepad.

You are taken aback. You would never have thought that she can be thinking that it’s a bad idea. She never stops to tell you to go ahead and try new things since the beginning.

“Taking a plane, going to an airport, in a place that might remind you of your trauma? What would you do if you have one of your panic attacks there?”

You don’t know what to answer to that. Alexia mentioned Canary Islands and a private hotel with a private beach, which seems far away from the Middle East.

“No, I mean… I’m going better now. And I’ll be with Ale. Everything will be ok.”

She looks at you this time, raising an eyebrow. Her look is sharp, almost mean and you have trouble swallow your saliva. You feel like a schoolgirl getting bullied by her teacher.

“Don’t you think you already lean too much on the poor girl? Maybe she suggests the holidays to have some rest, are you sure she wants you to go with her?”

You don’t really remember the end of the appointment, but it keeps getting worse. And you don’t know how you managed to find yourself in the Barcelona’s facilities either after it. You can’t think straight anymore, it’s like this woman knew all your insecurities and tell you that you are right to have them. One after the other.

What if she’s right? What if Alexia can’t stand your presence, your toxics dreams and mental health? You already knew that you weren’t good enough for her and that she deserved better. You can’t believe that you let her makes you believe that she can love you. How can she? How can anyone?

You were turning around to go home when you hear someone call your name.

“Y/N?”

You recognize Mariona through your tears, but you can’t say anything. She doesn’t seem to mind though, carefully taking your arm in her hand.

“What are you doing here? Are you looking for Alexia?”

You try to scream at her to let Alexia alone and not to get you to her, but you can’t. When you don’t say a word, Mariona decides to take you to Alexia. Luckily the Majorcan woman came late today and she knows exactly where to find your girlfriend.

You let Mariona drags you around, hearing her soothing voice without being able to understand what she’s saying. Sweets, encouraging words, for sur. You can’t figure out really what happens next, but after several minutes of walk, you hear Mariona calling your girlfriend’s name. And more seconds after, you are surrounded by her arms, her perfume, everything that is her.

Everything that you don’t deserve.

When Alexia realizes that she’s facing a wall and that you won’t say a word, she takes you home. You are like anesthetized at this point, letting her do what she wants with you. It’s only when you are laying on the bed you retake some reality and stare at Alexia who seems to be choosing clothes to put on you after taking a shower.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

The words were lifeless, but you see Alexia froze. She turns in your direction, with eyes wide and the most chocked face ever.

“What?”

“I’m breaking up with you” you repeat, looking at her straight in her eyes.

A silence pass and you see Alexia watching at you, probably waiting for you to say something else. Maybe to explain yourself, but you don’t say another word. Plus, the reasons are obvious, no?

“Are you- don’t you love me anymore?”

She seems broken. That doesn’t make any sense, she is supposed to be relieved, not sad. You don’t understand her reaction, so you shrug before answering.

“That’s not the point, Alexia. You are free. I’m giving you your liberty back.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you drunk? Did someone give you something to you?”

She seems angry now, almost shouting with her eyebrows frown. You frown too, because why the hell won’t she understand? You sit in the bed while she’s still standing in front of you.

“No! I just… Why won’t you…”

Why is your brain suddenly transformed in pudding?

You look at Alexia when she comes to you and takes your face between her hands. She does it with so much care that you want to cry again.

“Why don’t you let me break up with you?” you whisper.

“Because I love you. I told you; I’ll fight for us every day if I have to.”

There we are, you are crying again. But this time Alexia is here, she can take you against her, rock you will you cry and whispers sweets nothing in your ears. She waits for your sobbing to stop, holding you tightly. Only when you can breathe normally again, she speaks.

“What happened?” she asks softly.

You don’t know really where to start, so you just shake your head without answering anything. But she waits, again and again. So, after some minutes, you talk too.

“I just want you to be happy. I know you’ll be happier without me.”

“You are wrong.”

Her voice is gentle, but as the same time strong enough to let you know that you don’t have to try to deny it. It’s her truth and that’s enough.

“Well you need to take some time apart from me so it’s not –“

“Where the hell does that idea comes from?”

She’s lost. You were good when you end up your call some hours later. Stressed but good. And then you appeared crying during her training, only to say her when you come home that you want to break up with her. But you frown again, lost too. And tired, to be honest.

“My therapist said that I’m leaning on you too much. And that’s way you wanted to go on holidays without me.”

You explain that like it’s the more logical thing in the world, but for Alexia it doesn’t make any sense. She starts to understand where it comes from however, even if she doesn’t understand why.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, what the point to have holidays if you’re not with me?” she answers, looking right into your eyes. “Did your therapist say other things?”

You nod and start to explain everything happened and everything she told you. The more you talk, the more Alexia seems to be furious. Her jaw is clenched, her eyes are literally throwing lightning and she so tense that you are really concerned that she can have a cramp somewhere. But when she talks to you again, her voice is infinitively soft.

“Nothing of that is true. I love you. I will do everything to help you to make you feel better. I’m not going to give up on you, Y/N. I’m not going to give up on us.”

You look at her, almost desperately. But she has the same gaze that she has when says things like this. Her eyes are soft, caring and so loving that you can’t do otherwise than believe her.

“I don’t feel like I’m better, Ale” you whisper. “I don’t think I will be one day.”

“You are. You are working, you are getting out, you are smiling again. It’s ok to have bad days, like everyone else. Yours are a little more complicated because you had to go through horrible things. But you have the right to not feel good or needing help a little more some days. And what she said was wrong.”

You are lost, honestly. Alexia can see that you are coming back at yourself again though. Like if you are waking up. You seem always a little desperate and she takes you carefully against her. You let her, sighing of relief when you find the comfort of her arms.

“What if she’s right and you haven’t realized for now?”

“She’s wrong. And she will know it.”

You don’t question what she was implying, too tired to realize what her words may imply. You let Alexia taking you in a bath and more generally taking care of you. You look at her through the mirror when she does your hair.

“When I get better, it will be me who will take care of you” you inform her.

She smiles and finish to undo a knot in your hair before answering, looking at you through the mirror too.

“Okay Cariño.”

She’s smiling but doesn’t seem to make fun of you. You relax, letting your shoulder go down a little bit. That’s mean that she really believes that you will be better.

********

Alexia keeps her promise, going to your therapist’s office in the early hours to talk to her. You don’t know what she told her, but now you don’t have to go to your appointments, and you even have a new psychiatrist, advised by someone from Alexia’s staff.

Rumour has it that Alexia’s shouts still resonate in the psychiatrist’s office.

You don’t know if it’s your breakdown of the change of therapist, but some days after this episode, you feel better than ever. You wake up with your head and your body feeling lighter and Alexia is surprised to see you coming in the kitchen when she’s taking her breakfast. Usually, you stay way longer in bed.

“Is everything alright?” she asks nervously.

You nod, rubbing your eyes before coming behind her to pass your arms around her waist.

“Just wanted to be with you a little bit before you leave.”

Alexia hums when you kiss her neck. You can feel a gaze studying you while you are making yourself coffee, before coming to sit next to her.

“Are you sure that you’re ok Cari?” she asks, almost shyly while you stole a strawberry from her bowl.

“I’m sure baby” you smile at her.

Alexia is looking at you suspiciously during several seconds. She red things about people being “high” before getting down and of course she is scared. But you seem really good today and she can’t help but smile when you kiss her cheek.

“Uhu” she said, taping her lips with expectation.

You giggle but kiss her anyway, smiling against her lips. You are still smiling when she strokes your cheek with her fingertips and when she puts her forehead against yours.

“I love you so much” she whispers before kissing you again.

“I love you more” you smiles.

Alexia does no with her head and put a finger on your mouth when you want to talk again.

“Would you like to come with me to training today?”

You hesitate for several seconds before answering. It’s been a while since you came to see Alexia in training. You can’t remember who you saw some days before, only Mariona. But you hope that they weren’t a lot.

“You can say no if you don’t want to.” Alexia adds after seeing you hesitate.

“No, I want to come. But… Who were here, the other day? You know…”

“Only Mariona. And I’m sure that she doesn’t say anything to anyone.”

You are relieved to learn that, even if you don’t know how Alexia can know.

“Did you treat her?” you smirk.

“No” Alexia laughs. “I know the girl, she’s one of the most loyal, sweet and discreet that I’ve ever met.”

She was right. Mariona didn’t told anyone about what happened and after several minutes you realize that Alexia was right once again. You hug the Majorcan woman a little longer than Alexia’s other teammates when you met them, silently thanking her. She seems to understand because she smiles at you before taping your cheek affectionately.

And today, as you watch Alexia training and laughing on the pitch with the teammates that she considered like her family, you’re starting to have hope again. Alexia was right every time, so maybe she will be right this time again. You will be better.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia x reader

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Darkest Knight - Part 3

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Mutant!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: You meet a pretty woman in a bar...

Word count: 5568

AN: Click here for Part 2!

Despite that you finally get to sleep in a familiar place, it’s still hard for you to fully relax. Even after the feast Ororo had prepared for you and Natasha, the hot shower, and the fact that you’ve hardly slept eight hours in the last three days combined, you lie in bed next to Natasha, restlessly twisting and turning in the blankets.

“Don’t you want to fight back?” the guard taunts, slapping the tip of his cattle prod on his massive door of a shield.

You look down at your hands, which are wrapped in clunky metal gloves that encase your entire fist up to your mid-forearm. You can’t release your claws through them; you learned that painful lesson very early on.

“Come on, animal!” Another guard whistles at you. You crinkle your nose in distaste when you smell the fear on the men surrounding you. Despite their attempts to exude a macho and alpha persona, they’re close to wetting themselves in fear at being locked in a room with you.

One of the guards inches towards you, his cattle prod buzzing with blue electricity. You snarl in warning, shifting your feet that are chained to heavy shackles bolted to the floor. Even if you manage to kill every one of these guards, you’re still not going anywhere.

“Don’t make this easy for me.” The guard’s face lights in a crazed smile. He lunges at you, cattle prod first, which you easily dodge. You reel your fist back and punch as hard as you can at his knee. The guard screams as his leg folds backwards. He collapses, crying and whimpering, as the other guards converge on you at the same time.

The sharp pain of the prods stabbing into your back is immediately followed by the explosive burst of electricity and you fall onto the floor next to the guard, your entire body seizing and spasming. Two of the guards jump onto you, flattening you like a pancake and knocking all the air out of your lungs.

“You’re gonna regret that.”

Your head is pressed into the ground by a boot, but you have no strength to fight all of them at the same time. A cattle prod jabs at your throat and you hardly have time to register the pain before the electricity crackles and stuns you into unconsciousness.

You bolt upright, pillows and blankets flying. Your chest is heaving and you’re soaked in sweat. The side of your neck–where the Widow had stabbed you with her taser–stings with phantom pain.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?”

Natasha’s voice brings you back to the present. You’re not back in captivity, you’re not being tortured by the guards, you’re in your room at the mansion with Natasha next to you in your own bed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie, wiping at your forehead feverishly. “Just need the bathroom.” You feel Natasha’s eyes on your back as you get up and walk over to the connecting bathroom, splashing cold water on your face and taking a few bracing breaths. Your heart is pounding still and you know you won’t be able to go back to sleep any time soon. It’s almost three in the morning, according to the clock on your nightstand.

“Y/N?” you hear Natasha call you again, then the rustle of blankets as she tries to get up.

“Stay in bed,” you say. “I’m gonna go for a walk.”

Natasha is uncomfortable to be left behind. She knows that you’ve just had a nightmare because of the sudden way you woke up sweating and refusing to talk. She’s sad that she doesn’t know how to comfort you and wishes you weren’t so guarded about some things, but she recognizes that whatever gives you nightmares is a deeply personal and traumatic experience that you aren’t ready to share with her.

The door opens and you slip out silently, leaving Natasha to wonder in the darkness of your room.

You’re not sure where you’re headed, but your feet take a familiar path down the hall out to a balcony. It’s numbingly cold outside, especially in a wet short-sleeve shirt and sweatpants, but you welcome the freeze as you lean on the railing, looking out at the garden of the mansion. You rub at the patch of skin on your neck where the Widow tased you, but the memory from your nightmare dredges up a worse pain.

The time when you were held hostage by the government, experimented on like a lab rat, brainwashed to follow orders and commit the most unspeakable crimes on humanity. The bits that you do remember make you physically ill and you wish you could dunk your brain in bleach to permanently forget them.

With shaking hands, you take a lighter and a box of cigarettes out of your pocket, quickly setting one aflame and sucking in a deep lungful of smoke. It’s a terrible habit, even you’ll admit, but it’s a momentary distraction from the pain that you know will never go away. You flick the ashes over the railing, lulling yourself back into calm with the familiar motion.

“You know the professor doesn’t like it when you smoke on campus,” someone says from behind you and you startle. It’s Jean, dressed in a light, almost see-through nightgown.

“Um, sorry. Forgot,” you mumble, averting your eyes from her and stubbing the flame out on the railing. “Why are you up?”

“Your thoughts are very loud.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.” While mindreading was a power mortals could only dream of, you were familiar with the real annoyances and headaches it could cause. It wasn’t a power that could necessarily be “turned off,” and even though you knew Jean tried to respect your privacy, sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

“No, it’s okay.” Jean moves to stand next to you. The wind blows her scent in your direction, and the memories it sparks immediately has you turning red with embarrassment when she turns on you.

“Really?” she asks with a tone of amusement.

“You and Scott are still going strong I see,” you deflect. “No chance for us, I guess.”

“Y/N,” she says.

“Sorry,” you apologize again. Things between you and Jean have always been complicated. But a part of you will always see her as the one that got away. “Well, if you ever get tired of the Boy Scout, you know where to find me–”

“I couldn’t do that,” Jean says, and you sigh. “Besides, someone is much more interested in you than I am. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”

“Hmm?”

Jean pushes against your shoulder. “I had a feeling your super senses were just for show sometimes. You’ve always been a bit of a dummy.”

“Dummy? Ouch.” You feign being hurt. “And I don’t know about anyone else being interested in me, you know how boring I am.”

“She doesn’t think you’re boring,” Jean says.

“Who? Nat?” It takes you a second. “I hope you’re staying out of her head, Jean,” you disprove. “She’s kind of new to the whole mutant thing.”

“Her thoughts are almost as loud as yours,” Jean defends. “And always on you.”

“Me?” You wonder what kinds of thoughts Natasha’s had about you.

Jean shrugs. “That’s for you two to discuss. But I’m not getting in between that. Besides, you know you like her, too–”

“Stop it.” Although Jean spoke the truth, you truly couldn’t imagine Natasha wanting you. You were, well, you, with all of your trauma and issues. You had lived for centuries and never found anyone willing to settle with you. Natasha would be no different, you were sure.

“Give her a chance. She really likes you, that’s all I’m going to say.”

You wonder if this is Jean just making things up to get you off her back.

“I’m not,” she says, clearly in your head again.

“That’s not fair, Jean. Get out,” you grumble, fishing in your pocket for the cigarettes again.

“Good night, Y/N,” she says, turning to walk back to her room down the other end of the hall.

“Good night, Jean.”

You light another cigarette, letting the smoke drift around your head. You don’t notice Natasha peeking out from behind the curtains. She had only caught the end of your conversation with Jean and was shocked that she had been the topic, especially with the kinds of things Jean had been saying about her. But Natasha had been secretly thrilled to hear that you might like her just as much as she did you. It seemed like this Jean person wasn’t a hindrance, but actually a help.

She watches you for a few more minutes, noticing how the smoking calms you down. Once she’s sure you’ll be okay, she goes back to your room to pretend to be asleep.

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Fortunately, Scott does not do as he threatened and wake you up at six, so you and Natasha are able to wake up naturally and you take her downstairs for breakfast. In the kitchen, she perches on a stool while you cook scramble eggs for her. Just as you sit down to join her with your own plate, a young girl bursts in and makes a beeline for you.

“Y/N! Why didn’t you tell me you were stopping by?” the girl asks in a southern accent.

“I got caught up with a few things, darling.” You get up from your stool to hug the girl, careful not to press your cheek against hers. She’s wearing long-sleeves and gloves, so you let her hold onto you for as long as she likes. “Good to see you again, kid. Nat, this is Marie–”

“Rogue,” Marie corrects, winking at you.

“Hello.” Natasha offers her hand to Marie, who doesn’t take it.

“Oh, it’s not personal,” Marie says. “Y/N can explain–”

But you’re not really in the mood to, so you swiftly change the subject. “Where’s your boyfriend?” you ask her, and she blushes.

“Bobby’s in class. I think.”

“Why aren’t you?”

“Because I wanted to come see you,” Marie giggles. Natasha wants to melt as she watches you interact with the young girl. You seem so casual and at ease it almost startles her, such a contrast to the broody and grumpy person she had been traveling with for the past three days.

“Well, I don’t want the professor coming after me saying I’m keeping you from your studies now,” you tease. “So get back to class, kid.”

“It was good seeing you, Y/N! And nice meeting you, Nat!” Marie bounds off.

“She’s cute,” Natasha comments.

“Yeah,” you agree. “You know, I found her the same way I did with you. Poor thing was clearly lost in a bar, so I brought her home and…” You pause as Natasha lifts her eyebrows at you. “Not like that, Nat. Come on.”

“I hope not. She seems a bit young.” Natasha is both jealous and annoyed now. She had thought her first meeting with you had been a special coincidence, fate causing your paths to cross, when clearly, you’ve had the same encounter with someone else before.

“Marie was seventeen when I found her,” you explain. “She was running from her parents after she discovered her powers. She…She can’t touch people. At least not skin-to-skin, or she’ll absorb the life right out of them. Or for people like me, our powers.” Your face darkens like you’re reminded of an unpleasant memory. Natasha reaches over the counter to touch your hand but you pull away before she can. “She’s a good kid and she’s doing a lot better now. I’m proud of her.”

Natasha can hear the sincerity in your voice. You talk about Marie like she’s your own child and she briefly wonders if you have any.

“When was the last time you were here?” she asks.

“It feels like forever, but it was probably only a year ago,” you answer.

“Everyone seems to act like it was much longer,” she teases.

“I know. I didn’t realize they’d miss me that much.” In fact, it was hard for you to think you were missed by anyone. You’d been alone almost your entire life, moving from place to place, person to person. Permanence was not in your vocabulary and you did as you pleased with little regard for consequences. Even your friends here couldn’t convince you to stay for long, although you came back more often than you ever thought you would. Oftentimes, you wished you had someone you could share your life with, but after being alive as long as you had been, you convinced yourself this was only wishful thinking.

After breakfast, you load the dirty dishes into the washer together. “Come on, I’ll give you a tour now.” You offer Natasha your arm, which she takes while trying to suppress a smile. With classes ongoing, there would be little distractions to interrupt you. You walk with her out the back door of the kitchen, wrapping around the side of the mansion to the sprawling backyard, marked with a basketball court, a garden, and even a little cemetery of its own.

“So, if Rogue–Marie–can ‘absorb’ people’s powers, what can your other friends do?” Natasha asks, trying to be as subtle and respectful about the question as she can.

“Well, Ororo told you the kids call her Storm. Where do you think they got that one from?” you ask.

“Because she can make storms?” Natasha guesses.

“If she wants. Or she could do literally anything she wanted with the weather.”

“Anything? Like, actually anything?” Natasha has trouble grasping the concept that a singular person could have the power to control the weather at will. She had heard rumors of people like Storm–of people like you–but didn’t know if they were true or simply a fantasy conjured up by the Red Room to scare them.

“Tornadoes, floods, heat waves, you name it. And Scott doesn't just wear those glasses to show that he’s a douchebag twenty-four-seven. He can emit laser beams from his eyes, so the glasses stop him from frying everything he looks at. Although I’m pretty sure he’s wanted to take them off in front of me more than once,” you add with a chuckle.

“So, what is your thing with him? And Jean? And what can she do?” Natasha peppers you all at once.

“Um…” You scratch your head nervously. “Jean has…telepathic abilities.” You answer the easiest question first.

“Like, she can move things with her mind.”

“Yes. And…she can read your mind.”

You wince when Natasha goes bright red, redder than her hair.

“But she doesn’t do it on purpose. She’ll mind your privacy,” you add hastily. You remember how shocked and embarrassed you’d been when you first learned Jean had access to your deepest and most vulnerable thoughts–and also your lustful fantasies of her and you.

“Were you and her…a thing?” Natasha asks, holding her breath while she waits for your answer.

“It’s complicated.” You sigh. “But yeah, at one point we were…a thing. Not anymore, obviously.”

Natasha knows it’s silly to be jealous when you and Jean are adults and supposedly past your fling, but she’s worried that you still might have feelings for her. “Do you still like her?” she asks, having no intent to beat around the bush.

“She chose Scott over me,” you say, although this isn’t quite the answer Natasha is looking for. “So I need to get over her and get a life of my own. I’m sure someone will come along…”

“Maybe someone has come along.” Natasha looks at you, nervousness and adoration in her eyes.

“You hardly know me,” you reject.

“But I want to know you. Please. Whatever you’ll tell.”

You appreciate her earnestness. “Let’s sit down then. It’s a long story.” Natasha warms at the thought of you finally opening up to her. You lead her to a bench in the shade of some trees, just in time as a bell rings and children swarm out of the mansion, carrying bags and books, hurrying off to their next lesson.

“How old do you think I am?” you ask Natasha.

“I don’t know, like 25?”

She looks stricken when you laugh, hoping she didn’t underestimate too badly.

“I was born in the 19th century–we estimate–so I’ve been about 25 for probably over 150 years now,” you reveal.

“Oh my God.”

“I know, hopefully you’re not turned away by it,” you say. “I guess you can just say it means…I’m experienced,” you defend with a smirk.

“So, you can’t die or you don’t age?”

“Both, I think. It’s part of my…mutation.” You don’t like using that word, but sometimes there’s not a better way to explain it. “Along with the healing and the claws.”

“And the metal?” Natasha had heard of mutants who could turn their bodies into metal, but not of one who had metal growing inside of them.

There’s a long pause. “No,” you finally say. “That was…um…” You wish you understood why it was so hard to talk about sometimes. It wasn’t like you remembered most of it, anyway. You had spent long, exhausting sessions with the professor trying to unearth the memories your own mind had locked away from you.

You take a deep breath. “I was part of this government program. The ‘Weapon X Project,’ they called it. We’re not sure if my participation was initially voluntary, but in the end it didn’t matter. They turned me into a weapon, that’s all you need to know,” you spit, surprised at the frustration that suddenly boils inside of you. “They had the metal surgically grafted to my bones and brainwashed me so I knew nothing but violence and destruction. I was the best soldier they ever had. I couldn’t die, I had weapons built into my own arms, I listened to every command they gave…”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Natasha says, resting her hand on yours.

“You know the funniest part is that I served in a lot of wars. But I wasn’t a soldier. I was a nurse.” To this day, you wondered what the government saw in you to recruit you into their program. You weren’t a naturally aggressive or violent person at heart. You just wanted to help people. “I wish I could forget the things I do remember.” You bow your head and Natasha instinctively leans forward to touch her forehead against yours. “The pain I caused. The innocent lives I took–”

“Y/N. Hey. None of that was your fault,” Natasha says.

The memories flash through your head. The hot blood on your face and hands that wasn’t your own. The laughing of the guards as they strung you up like a pinata, batons at the ready. The smell of your own fear as you lay helpless on an operating table.

Natasha wraps her arms around you as you tilt forward, burying your face in her neck. When you inhale her scent, slightly flowery with a hint of your shampoo, you calm down almost immediately.

“I know what it feels like,” Natasha whispers. “To not be in control of your body. To not be able to stop yourself from hurting someone.”

“You do?”

She nods. “The Red Room.”

And it suddenly clicks for you, although you’re not sure why it took so long. Natasha, while not necessarily a mutant, was likely treated the exact same way you had been in the Weapon X program. Here is one person who could understand you better than anyone else–even better than the people who could actually read your mind.

“You have to forgive yourself. Because you weren’t in control of yourself,” Natasha says.

“I should’ve resisted harder,” you whimper.

“No. You did everything you could. Besides, they would’ve found someone else to get their dirty work done if you refused.” Natasha is unbelievably wise for her age. You’re sure this is your good karma finally delivering this beautiful and understanding young woman into your life.

“Thanks,” you mumble, finally pulling back from her. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

You shrug. “You didn’t ask to be taken to another country, stuck in a truck for three days, dragged to a place filled with freaks like me–”

“Don’t say that. You’re not a freak and neither is anyone else here,” Natasha says. “You saved my life. Multiple times. I never asked you to and I never had anything to give you in return, but you did. And you still are. I can’t be more grateful for the night that I stumbled into that ratty old bar and met you.”

“Hey, the beers there are pretty good,” you defend good-naturedly.

“But the person I met there was even better.” Natasha’s hand comes up and rests on your cheek. You see her staring at your lips and you lean forward, unusually hesitant, but you don’t want to ruin this moment. “Can I…” she whispers.

“Of course, darling.” You press your mouth to hers, softly at first and then with a bit more force. Her tongue brushes your lower lip and the taste of her is toxic, causing a low growl of contentment to rumble in your chest. Your hands rest on her thighs, drawing yourself closer to her when–

“Hey, Y/N! Is that your new girlfriend?”

You yank back from Natasha with such speed Natasha thinks someone has forcibly torn you from her. Your head whips around and you see Kitty Pryde running up to you, books held in the crook of her arm, as she waves and whoops at you. A frighteningly tall, muscular guy trails behind her at a distance.

“Does no one go to class around here?” you grumble, getting up just in time for Kitty to fling herself at you.

“I didn’t believe Marie, so I had to come see for myself,” Kitty says, squeezing you so tightly you can’t inhale. “You disappear for fourteen months and then you finally come back with a new girlfriend–”

“Kitty,” you snap, wishing she wasn’t so forthcoming with her thoughts, even though you had been the irresponsible one for kissing Natasha out in the open.

“Hi, I’m Kitty!” The teenager ignores you and turns to Natasha.

“Nat.” Natasha is amused by her energy and your clear annoyance with her.

Kitty comes back to your side and leans in to whisper, although she still talks at a volume you’re certain Natasha can hear. “I think you picked a good one, she’s really pretty.”

“I know,” you hiss back, fighting a smile when you see Natasha light up in the corner of your eye.

“When are you guys eating lunch? Peter and I can join and make it a double date–”

“Oh, so you two are official now?” you ask. Kitty’s infatuations with him were utterly comical, and you wondered if he finally said yes to her only to get her to leave him alone.

“Well, no. But we’re working on it!” she insists.

“I see,” you nod in mock understanding, mostly because you don’t think you’ll ever understand the mindset of a teenage girl in the 21st century. “We’ll see you later then.”

“Perfect! Bye, Nat!” Kitty runs back off to join Peter.

You look back at Natasha and offer her your hand to help her stand up. “Sorry about…her.”

“I like her,” Natasha says. “And I like how much everyone here seems to like you, especially the kids. I knew you were a big softy under all that–”

“Okay, okay,” you growl, slipping your arm around her waist to bring her closer to you. You kiss her cheek lightly, feeling her skin heat up as she blushes at the affection. “Now, where were we–”

“Y/N. NATASHA.” A familiar voice booms out of nowhere. Natasha whirls around, looking up and down frantically in search of its origin. “PLEASE SEE ME IN MY OFFICE WHEN YOU TWO HAVE A CHANCE.”

“Is that…the professor?” Natasha asks.

“Yeah. Although he usually sends a messenger if he wants to communicate…”

“How did he do that?”

“Oh, he’s inside our heads,” you answer a little too casually. Natasha hardly has time to ask another question before you’re pulling her back in the direction of the mansion. “Come on. Let’s go see him before he sends Scott after us…”

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“They know you’re here, Natasha.”

The words sent Natasha into a panic. Her perfect world has suddenly shattered with a poisonous dose of reality. She had almost forgotten the danger she was still running from, which removes her from her cloud nine high almost immediately.

“Then I need to leave,” Natasha says, pacing Professor Xavier’s office. “I’m putting everyone here in danger–”

“Nat, sit down,” you beg, feeding off her anxiety. “Please?” You hold out your hand and she finally grasps it and plops down next to you on the professor’s leather couch. “You’ll be safe here. I promised, remember?”

“But you’re not safe!” she emphasizes. “And neither is anyone else–your friends, the children–”

“We won’t let anything happen to them,” you assure.

“We have three days until they come,” Professor Xavier says.

“Three days–How do you know that?” Natasha asks.

Professor Xavier ignores her questions. “We’ll scare them away, but it won’t be a permanent solution. You are extremely important to them, Natasha. They aren’t happy to have lost you.”

“You’re…You’re not going to give me up, are you?” She clamps down hard on your hand, so hard that if your bones hadn’t been infused with metal, they might’ve cracked.

“Of course not. But we will have to discuss a long-term solution.”

“So, we’ll keep moving then. Right Y/N?” Natasha looks at you desperately and you shake your head.

“There isn’t a corner of this planet you can hide from them on,” Professor Xavier says.

“So we go to them. Right?” Natasha’s brain is churning with endless scenarios. This is not the first time she’s wished for a normal life. To come home to a loving family, to relax and spend time with them, her only worry being what to cook for dinner. But if she had led a normal life, she wouldn’t have met you. She might not have known about the population of people with actual superpowers.

And while no one–not even her–knew the location of the Red Room, she was certain Professor Xavier could figure it out with enough time (if he didn’t already know). But Natasha couldn’t endanger any of you more than she already had. This was her fight, not yours. As devastated as she would to have to leave you, she refused to put your life at risk because of her own past.

“Natasha, just remember that you aren’t alone.”

She almost jumps off the couch when Professor Xavier’s voice echoes in his whole office. You’re sitting completely still, not even blinking, and Professor Xavier looks at her with a calm smile. Natasha still doesn’t understand how he does that and realizes you never told her what his powers are.

“You know who you can trust and ask for help.” Professor Xavier’s mouth doesn’t move at all. “She cares about you more than you know. And she won’t let anything happen to you.”

Natasha glances at you, still frozen in time. She reaches out to caress your cheek, so overwhelmed at the thought that someone actually likes her and would protect her. Her whole life she had been forced to be entirely dependent on herself, not able to trust another soul, and then you had come along and convinced her that she didn’t have to live like that anymore. What had she done to deserve you?

“Thank you,” Natasha says, even though she isn’t sure you can hear her.

“She is just as thankful to have you. I’ve never seen her this excited to be around someone before. I know you’ll be good to her and take care of her in turn.”

“Of course.” Natasha couldn’t imagine treating you otherwise and she knows the professor knows this as well.

“Nat? Are you okay?” you ask suddenly, acting as if you hadn’t missed a beat in the conversation.

“I’ll be okay,” she says. “Because I have you.”

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The impending third day weighs heavily on Natasha’s mind, so much that she can hardly enjoy her new relationship with you. At night, you’ve now finally welcomed sharing a bed with her, letting her snuggle up to you so she can share your body heat. You’re surprisingly more affectionate than she figured you would be, but you are still very careful whenever you hold her hand, almost as if you don’t trust yourself to be gentle with her. But Natasha knows you’ll never hurt her and she is very patient to show you.

“Bless their hearts to attack on a weekend,” Ororo says as you watch the last van full of children pull away from the mansion. Jean and Scott, at the professor’s instruction, had organized a last-minute weekend retreat for the students, sending them far out of the city where they would be out of harm’s way. Some of the older students, like Marie, Bobby, Kitty and Peter, had volunteered to stay and fight the Red Room agents. You weren’t very comfortable with the idea of them staying, but they refused to leave.

“Hopefully the school is still standing when they return on Monday,” Scott notes and you glare at him.

“They won’t bomb us. Imagine how that would look in the news,” Jean says.

“We’ll be okay,” you remind Natasha, who is exuding waves of pure anxiety. She wraps her arms around your waist, burying her face into your shoulder. You catch a glimpse of Jean looking at the two of you, but you’re not sure if she’s jealous or happy for you.

“The goal is to scare them off. Not destroy all of their numbers,” Professor Xavier chimes in.

“I’m just here to do whatever I need to to protect this school,” you mutter, although you’re not exactly looking forward to the bloodshed either.

“Yes, I know,” Professor Xavier says. “If you can keep their blood off my velvet curtains this time I would greatly appreciate it–”

“Yeah, yeah,” you interrupt, turning away in embarrassment. You and Natasha head back into the mansion while the others see off the last van. She goes with you to your room for some private time. You freshen up with a shower (having gotten a little sweaty helping the kids carry their overstuffed luggages into the vans) and Natasha writes in her new journal Marie gave to her. You come out of the shower, fully dressed but your hair wet and ruffled in a way that Natasha finds extremely attractive, so much that she immediately comes over and sits on your lap the moment you rest on the edge of the bed.

She looks deep into your eyes and you almost shy away; if you didn’t know any better you would have been sure she was trying to read your mind. Your hands circle around her back, holding her firmly on your lap as she leans forward to kiss you. Her hands bunch up in the front of your shirt when your lips touch as if she wants to hold you there forever–and you would gladly let her.

You fall back on the bed, Natasha wasting no time to straddle you and she grinds herself along your abs. You can smell her arousal and it makes your mouth practically water. You cup her bottom, squeezing teasingly and she gasps, a lustful spark lighting in her eye. Her fingers pop open the top few buttons of your shirt and she dips her head to nip at the exposed skin of your neck and chest.

“Nat,” you pant, jerking your hips up as you feel your own arousal building. “Are you sure you want to–”

“I want you so bad,” she whispers and a jolt runs through you. “But I…” You freeze, afraid that you’re inadvertently pressuring her.

“I can wait,” you assure.

“It’s not that.” She shakes her head. “It’s just…I haven’t really…” Natasha looks away from you in shame. While she isn’t exactly a virgin, she’s also never been intimate with anyone she’s ever cared about. She’s nervous to disappoint you or that she won’t be able to make you happy.

“It’s okay,” you say, kissing her softly. “I’ll show you what to do.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Natasha sits back with a grin, reaching down to unbutton the rest of your flannel. You lay there patiently as she looks at you shirtless for the first time, admiring the defined muscles of your abdomen and shoulders. She licks her lips as she runs her hands along your exposed skin, which twitches and flexes as you hold back a laugh from the way it tickles. “Y/N, can I–”

The door suddenly bursts open and Ororo appears, wild-eyed and agitated. Natasha flops on your chest and you hold her protectively against you, completely annoyed at Ororo’s interruption.

“They’re here,” Ororo pants.

“What do you mean, ‘they’re here?’” you repeat, sitting up and struggling to button your shirt back up.

“They changed their plans last minute. Come downstairs now!” Ororo dashes out and you wonder if she even had time to process what she had seen you and Natasha doing.

“We’ll continue this later,” you tell Natasha, kissing her on the forehead and running out of your bedroom.

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daycourtofficial · 3 months

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Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 4

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Masterlist)

Author’s note: I love this series and I want to thank everyone who comments/reblogs/likes. I love you all and it gives me so much motivation to keep working on this series 💕

Cassian limped out of his room, using the wall for support as he walked into the living room.

“Sweetheart, can you grab me the ice pack from the freezer?”

You and Feyre had been in the kitchen making waffles, but the two of you make your way over to Cassian to help him, abandoning the batter you were making. You grab the ice pack from the freezer and a hand towel to wrap around it, while Feyre walks over to help ease Cassian onto the couch, helping him prop his leg up on the coffee table.

You place the ice pack on his knee, grabbing a throw pillow and placing it under his leg.

“Are you okay? What happened?” You ask, concern etched onto your brows.

He sighs, “just my knee flares up if I do too much, and I got a little ambitious with the girl I hooked up with last night.”

Feyre snorts as he waggles his eyebrows. You sit on the arm of the couch facing him, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Cassian leans his head back on the couch, “yeah can you grab my pain meds? They’re probably in my bathroom.”

You scuttle off after he tells you what the bottle looks like, walking through his room into his bathroom. You’re not surprised at how messy it is, clothes litter the floor and papers are strewn across his desk.

You can hear Feyre and Cassian talking but can’t make out what they’re saying as you begin your search. You search through his drawers and medicine cabinet, finding various medicines, condoms, and even pads, but not the bottle he described. The sight of the pads reminds you of a story Mor told where she had told Cassian she was on her period and his response was, “let’s get messy, baby.” You shake the memory away, heading back to tell him the bad news.

“Bad news bud - no medicine.”

He groans, “where the hell did I have it last?” He starts muttering to himself, hoping he didn’t leave it at the gym, when he points to you.

“It’s next door - Az has it. I stuffed it in his gym bag. Could you go check for me?”

Last time you saw Azriel, you had fallen asleep on his thighs, most likely drooling over them in your slumber.

You woke up to a dark room, the tv screen black with disuse. You lift your head, your hand using the pillow to push yourself up. You move your head to find hazel eyes looking into your own.

Your head is a few inches off his thigh, your hand wrapped around it for support.

“Um, hi,” you say, a moment later realizing your hand was on his thigh, quickly pulling it away. You take a quick moment to check the side of your mouth with your hand, praying to any god that will listen that you weren’t drooling on him.

“Hi,” he tells you, “you missed a good movie.”

“Rain check?” You ask, and he chuckles.

“Are you going to fall asleep again?”

“If you ask me, no, but if you ask my friend Feyre, the answer is likely yes.”

He laughs, and you realize his hand is in your hair, as he untangles your hair from his fingers.

“That’s okay. We’ll just have to keep watching it until eventually you make it to the end.”

“Uh, yeah, sure Cass.”

You start to leave, but Feyre grabs your arm. “I just told Cassian about how we’re going axe throwing. I invited him and his brothers.”

Feyre winks at you as she’s turned away from Cassian, and you give her a look.

Nosey busybody. All because you had told her you fell asleep on Azriel last night. And how he was so kind to help you drop the truck off. And how damningly beautiful he was.

Curse your big mouth.

“You should ask them if they want to come while you’re over there. Cassian’s coming, if they’ll find that enticing.”

Her words mean one thing, but her eyebrow waggling screams, I don’t think Cassian will be the reason one of them comes.

You wander over next door, knocking as you approach their door. Your mind starts wandering while you wait for a response, and you wonder if they used to always meet in Rhys and Az’s apartment.

Your thoughts still when Azriel opens the door, surprise on his face as he looks at you. He’s shirtless, his tan chest on full display, some black shadow-esque tattoos adorning his shoulders. Your eyes trace the design, roving over his muscular chest.

You want to lick them.

You shake the intrusive thought away, and Azriel grins ever so slightly at your blatant ogling of him. You tell him, “Uh Cassian’s knee is acting up and he said he thinks his meds are in your gym bag?”

He opens the door wider, letting you in. “What’d he do to mess up his knee this time?”

You follow him as he leads you into the apartment, your words dying on your tongue, “something about getting too ambitious with a girl - what the fuck?”

Azriel stops to find you staring at their tv, an absolutely massive screen mounted to their wall. It practically takes up most of the wall, and you imagine watching a movie on it would feel life-sized. “And I thought Cassian had the biggest tv I’d ever seen.”

Azriel chuckles, “they got drunk one night and started having a pissing contest over who was bigger, and it escalated to them both buying absurdly large televisions.”

He rolls his eyes at the memory of them drunkenly purchasing tvs online, forgetting about the ordeal until they appeared a few days later, Cassian refusing to use Rhys’s tv for a week in solidarity of his manhood.

You two start moving towards Azriel’s room, worry brewing in your mind over what to do. To follow could be overstepping, to linger could be weird. He leaves his door wide open, looking back to see if you’re following, so you decide to be brave and step through his door.

His room is dark, black out curtains with tiny moons sewn into them adorning his windows. His bed is neatly made, a deep blue comforter laying on top. Your eyes are drawn to the little bat stuffed animal that sits on his pillows.

His room is neat - dirty clothes kept in a hamper in the corner, books neatly stacked on his nightstand and on a bookshelf. He even has paper tray organizers on his desk.

His laptop is open at his desk, the screen still lit with whatever he was doing before you knocked. You see a familiar photo of you and Mor on the screen before it cuts to black, leaving you confused.

You shake the thoughts away, telling him “I like the little bat.”

He stills, looking over at the thing. His face falls a bit, but he quickly corrects it, going back to his search for the bag.

“Thanks, Cass got it for me.”

“That’s sweet,” you tell him.

You breathe deeply, the air in the room shifting, but you’re not really sure why. You don’t want this to be the end of your interaction with him, so you ask, “so Cassian told me you’re a personal trainer?”

He bends over to pick up his gym bag from the floor, your eyes roving down his toned back to the shorts that generously show off his thighs. Maybe you could join their gym if you got to see him like this, tanned thighs and chest on full display.

“Yeah, he helped me get the job, actually. I’ve been working a lot more over the summer, trying to save money for when classes are in session.”

You nod, as he finds the bottle in his bag. “Do you like it?”

He walks back over to you, escorting you out of his room. “S’okay. Cassian’s much better at it than I am, but it’s not hard.”

You nod, wondering how both of them are at their jobs. You can imagine Cassian being loud and rambuctious, a personality trait you can’t see him without. Shouting motivational words as you squat. On the other hand you can see Azriel being calm, quiet, his presence hardly noticeable as you train, offering occasional motivation but knowing what his clients actually need is just someone there.

He reaches his hand out to give you the bottle, and you break your eye contact with him to grab it. His fingers brush over your hand, electricity crackling on your skin from his touch.

You look at his hands, noticing them for the first time. Covered in scars, the skin is scarred over, the texture rough and uneven. His touch is soft and warm, a contrast to the harshness of his hands. You don’t let your eyes linger on his hand for too long, worrying you’re invading his privacy.

You duck your head down, fighting the heat on your cheeks from his touch. If he notices, he doesn’t let on as you pull your hand back with the bottle, uncertain how long your hands had been in contact.

“Thanks I um, Cassian will appreciate this.” You give him a toothless smile, one that he matches. His eyes have a look about them, but you can’t spend too long thinking about it, especially considering Feyre was likely conspiring with Cassian as you two spoke.

“I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing before,” you say, reaching for the doorknob.

“I’ll see you later,” he tells you.

Your hand stills on the knob and you turn to look back at him. “Are you doing anything today? Around 3?”

He shakes his head no, “not really - why?”

“My friend Feyre and I are going to go to this place to try out axe throwing and I was wondering if you wanted to come with?”

His eyes widen in surprise, but you continue before he can reject you.

“Um Cassian’s coming, and Rhys is invited too if he wanted to come. It’s no big deal if you guys don’t want to - Feyre and I probably won’t be any good.”

He watches you tuck your hair behind your ear and he realizes you’re rambling. Despite how cute he finds it, how cute he finds you, he cuts you off. “I’ll come - I’ll text Rhys too.”

You smile broadly at him, a sight he’ll definitely be thinking about until he sees you again, “okay, um yeah I’ll uh see you then? You can come over to our place and we can all leave together.”

You’re about to leave again when you backtrack, “uh, come over at 2:30 so we can leave together. See you then!”

After you’ve left, he listens to your feet pad down the hall, and the door to the apartment next door opening and closing. He looks to the wall that separates your apartments, as if he can see you giving Cassian the medicine.

He trudges back to his room, furling and unfurling his fist, his skin hot from your touch. The image of you looking at his hands printed in his brain. You didn’t look at him in pity, perhaps the first person to do so. You looked at him like he was resilient, like he was more than what happened to him, like he was more than the scars littering his hands.

He lets the thoughts whirl in his brain as he logs back into his laptop, the screen lighting up with your social media pages he had been scrolling through. He tells himself it’s just to see who Cassian is living with and if she can be trusted, if she seems okay. He also decides if she happens to be seeing anyone is also pertinent information.

For Cassian’s safety, of course.

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cyberpunkgyu · 8 months

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Talk, Snuggles, And Kisses - P.J

pairing: jay x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing?

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“fuck… what do i do…” the stressed boy walks back and forth in his hotel room, thoughts running through his head. he finally sat down his bed and placed his hands on his face, feeling embarrassed of what he is about to do.

as a man in his 20s, it was probably embarrassing how he can’t sleep fully alone, hence why he has roommates. although he sleeps alone in his room at home, it was different. it was loud back home, heeseung often playing online with his best friend beomgyu, screaming at each other, so he feels alright knowing someone was there. but here, it was too quiet and it creeped him out.

your head raised up from your pillow as you heard a knock on your hotel room door, halting you from the random cooking show you were watching on the television. grabbing your phone, your eyes squint as the brightness of your phone blinds you, quickly adjusting it down. 2:03 am.

who the hell? you thought, hesitantly getting up from your bed. maybe it’s a drunk person mistaken your room with theirs? or what if it’s a creepy person? gosh you watch too many crime shows.

you let out an airy breath, peaking through the peephole of the white door, feeling relief once you see jay, who seemed to looked bothered.

opening the door, you felt yourself smile at the boy, whose ears were turning red. “i’m sorry, did i wake you?” shaking your head, you glanced back behind you, the television playing in the background. "no, i couldn't really sleep... same for you?"

he nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "um, do you think, uh..."

you tilted your head as the boy struggles with his words, making your heart flutter. it's cute how your boyfriend still feels shy around you. "what is it, jay?"

"can i sleep with you? i mean, next to you? if that's alright,"

you let out a giggle, nodding softly.

you gently took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand. “come in.” you pulled the boy in your room, before you let go of his hand to crawl back under your covers, patting the empty space next to you.

jay took no time and crawled beside you, already feeling comfortable compared to earlier when he was by himself. you looked at your boyfriend, seeing how much space he left for you, making your heart flutter. he was such a gentleman, and you love how he always ask you when it comes to intimacy things.

it’s a first time for you two as a couple to be traveling together, and this is also the first time you both get to be on the same… well, bed.

glancing at the boy who already was looking at you, giving you a slight smile. he wanted to be sure you were comfortable of him being there.

“you know you can come closer. we can cuddle.” you whispered the last part, feeling your heart beating out of your chest. “alright, only because you say so.” he responds.

he scooted closer, his arm lifted up, unsure where to place it, making you smile. taking his arm, you draped it over your waist, snuggling closer to his body. your arm have also wrapped itself around his waist, feeling comfy.

you were so close to him that he could feel your breath fanning on his neck, making him giddy. you felt his hand began stroking your lower back lightly, moving his head a bit so he could face you, wanting to see your face.

you look so beautiful, even without your usual makeup on. the way he looks at you makes you melt. he was admiring you like you were a piece of art, which he thinks you are. “how are you so beautiful?” he whispered, his hand finding its way to your cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb, making your eyes flutter.

although you had been dating for quite a while, you were still at that stage where you two were taking things slow, even kissing each other took a while. so this is still a very nerve-racking thing.

you slowly leaned towards the boy, pressing your lips on his, feeling him kiss back, his arm around your waist tightens. "i'm literally the luckiest man in the world, you know that?" that made your stomach flip, smiling into the kiss.

he held you as if it was the end of the world, not wanting to let you go. "i love you." he loves you, a lot. he knew that the moment he saw you, and he wasn't afraid to say it. you, on the other hand, know that you feel something special for him, but you aren't ready to say those three words yet, and you feel guilty.

"you're thinking about it again." jay pulls from the kiss, staring into your eyes. "i told you that it's okay if you don't say it. i can wait. i don't care how long it takes."

"sorry, it's just i feel horrible. i-" you looked down for a second before his hand lifted your chin, seeing him smile at you softly. "i will wait. i will always wait when it comes to you." you nodded and felt him stroke your hair.

jay kept stroking your hair, humming a song to you as your eyes slowly closed, sleep taking over you.

"i'll keep waiting for you." he mumbled into your hair as he held you. and he means it because, to him, you're always worth waiting for.

he soon quickly drifted into sleep after you, holding each other, comfy in each other's presence.

#jay x reader #jay imagines #jay fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #park jay #enhypen fluff #park jeongseong

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greywritesthings · 1 month

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overwhelmed

Spencer Reid x Autistic!Reader

Warnings: description of overwhelm? sensory overload if there's any more let me know!

A/N: not sure what the inspo what behind this but here it is, i am working on another longer fic so this is a filler for the mean time, likes, reblogs and comments appreciated! Im autistic so i have a bunch of stuff I'd like to put in for a second (possible series?). For specific senarios ect ect please feel free to send them to my ask box!!

Requests are open for Spencer Reid! Disabled & multilingual characters encouraged

Part 2

Masterlist!

The buzz of the air con unit, the incessant hum if the fluorescent lights, the constant chatter of the co workers you were unfamiliar with all came together to create an almost physically painful environment. You adored working in the BAU but these days where it was lengthy paperwork done on painfully bright computers with the general hubbub of the office made you want to scream. It often ended with Hotch sending you home with paper files to do with spencer but he was off today and you were still intimidated by Rossi so couldn't ask him. Spencer would normally ask for the both of you but he was out with Hotch, they were doing a local death row interview together. You were exhausted and it wasn't even eleven am. You decided to stop by Penelope's office who had made it as sensory friendly as possible once she found out about your autism, something you had appreciated immensely, especially for days like today. “Hey pen? Can i stay in here for a bit?” You ask, walking into the dim room. “Sure thing sugar, you can stay in here for the rest of the day, Rossi told me to come get you for a thing anyway so come over here my fine furry friend.” she beacons you over to the seat next to her.

You couldn't have gotten out of the office faster. Penelope had helped as much as possible but the sensory overload was too much from nine am and you haven't been able to do anything about it aside from chew on some ice every so often.

The idea of taking the subway home made your skin crawl, but you hadn't brought your car to the office this morning, driving was also being far too overwhelming. You would have called Spencer but you had no idea when he would be home given death row inmates either got really chatty or liked to drag on the interview. You decide to just sit on the curb for a while allowing the cooler night air to calm you down enough so you can try and get on the metro without crying.

You weren't sure how long you were sitting there, legs curled tightly against you, head resting against your knees and back pressed against the wall but you flinched when someone walked up and tapped you on the shoulder and scrambled to stand up. “How long have you been out here?” the stranger asks in the darkness. As your eyes adjust you realise its Hotch, meaning Spencer is probably here too. You just shake your head with a pleading look hoping he wouldn't ask you any more questions tonight. “Spencer is in the SUV, I've told him to take that home to save you both taking the metro tonight. Go home, tomorrow's paperwork will be dropped off at your house.He didn't let you get a word in edgewise so you just nod, thank him and wish him and Jack a goodnight, setting off towards the remaining SUV with the lights on.

“Hi honey, you okay?” Spencer asks as you hop into the car, throwing off your blazer before settling in and pulling on your belt. “Bad day?” he asks again trying to gauge how your day went without getting you to talk. You just nod as you reach across to put a hand on his thigh to try and signal that you were okay, just exhausted in every sense of the word. You tap his thigh three times then five, three to say I love you then five to encourage him to talk about his day and not worry about rambling even if you didn’t respond.

Once you get home you drop your things and make a beeline for the couch, flopping face down and screaming into the pillows. “Bath, shower or later sweetheart?” He knew you wouldn’t go to bed without showering but also knew you were too overwhelmed to do anything that required mental effort right now given the whine you let out into the cushions at his question. “I'm going to order some Thai, then do you want to get changed and we can watch a movie? He suggests. “Nada en inglés, por favor” is all you mumble back. He was used to your disdain of English, despite it being your first language. You knew bits and pieces of French, Spanish and German prior to meeting Spencer but since meeting him you had come to learn some Korean and Russian. “Okay dear, i'll go order, you get changed.” he says as he leaves the room going to the phone. You drag yourself off the sofa across the apartment to the bedroom. Grabbing Spencer's caltech sweatshirt and joggers from the bed that you had left there this morning and throwing your suit in the hamper to be washed tomorrow.

You spent the rest of the night curled up under the weighted throw Penelope had knitted you for Christmas on your first anniversary at the BAU and watching old Russian movies. Spencer played with your hair until you fell asleep contemplating how he was going to get you to bed without waking you up.

#greyswritings #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds

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sky-is-the-limit · 8 months

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(+18/NSFW prompt/AFAB reader x Philip Graves)

Disclaimer: I'm not a writer, if you are, feel free to continue this!!

Out of all CoD characters, I think the one with the biggest corruption/honorific kink would be Philip fucking Graves. He is possesive and though he's the most confident man in any room he steps in, he can't help but burn in jealousy if you give your attention to anyone but him.

Whether you work for him, with him or have nothing to do with his line of work, he'd have you on your knees, begging for him to touch you, begging his forgiveness for being such a dirty little slut who even dared to touch another man's shoulder while laughing at his stupid joke. As if he could make you laugh more than him, as if he could make you scream in pleasure the way he does.

He's the type of man to walk over with all the audacity in the world like he owns it, wrap his arm around your waist with the most menacing smirk on his face as he stares down the poor guy who even dared to approach you, watching him tense up, eyes not knowing where to look. He's observing this pathetic little man as he loses every ounce of flirtation in his body as Graves places a small kiss on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

If there's one thing that gets him going, it's having authority over people. Stepping into a bar with you, all dressed up in his favourite tight dress, love marks decorating your neck from fucking you in his car earlier, watching men not dare to stare at you longer than two seconds because he's there. It fuels him.

You know damn well what's about to happen next. Some might call it toxic, deep down you know it is but you don't care. You love provoking him, watching his beautiful blue eyes darken, knowing exactly the two specific thoughts going through his mind:

1. Kill the fucking asshole 2. Fuck you so hard that you forget you even met him.

This doesn't surprise you, the tight grip on your waist, soft enough not to hurt you but firm so you know that reckless actions have consequences when dealing with Philip Graves. You know the type of man he is, his self awareness gave you plenty of chances to leave, to find someone your age, someone 'healthier' who could calm down your storms but no. You chose him again and again. Like a fiend desperately needing a dose of him, crawling back to him every single time and you'd have it no other way. You'd rather be faced down buried in a pillow, mascara running down your flustered cheeks mixed with salty tears, your throat burning from screaming that you can't even hear your own voice, just the wooden headboard banging against the wall while he slips in and out like a madman. Yeah, you'd rather have that than anyone else who'd treat you gently.

"You know what happens when you act like that, don't you?" His breath burning against your skin, his hand holding you close as he guides you outside to his car. The excitement caught up to your brain long before a proper response could, a sly smile forming on your lips as you turn your gaze up to look at him with an innocent facade you know he will see through.

"Yes." It won't be long until you give in, you know it. He always gets what he wants. Philip Graves is not a tease, he won't kiss your neck and play with the end of your dress, sweetly messing with you to get a proper answer, no, that's not him. He craves control, he wants to break you into a pathetic mess, slurring your words, legs trembling, making you cling onto him like you're wounded and he's the only thing that can heal you.

You don't even register how quick you went from touching the handle of the door to finding yourself against it, your back touching the cold window with both of your hands pinned to your sides. There's the look you wanted. His slight smirk doesn't fool you when his eyes are staring at you like that, full of determination, looking down into yours like he's one second away from fucking the audacity out of you in this parking lot.

"Now.. let's try that again, shall we?" Game on.

"Yes, 'Commander'?" the dismissive, sarcastic tone in your voice must've struck a nerve. You can see from the way his bottom lip twiches, his smirk disappearing but never breaking eye contact, not even to blink. With a swift move, he uses the firm grip he has on both of your wrists to turn you around, your chest and forehead now pressed against the glass so you can stare at the pathetic state of your reflection.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, doll.”

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6mmad · 2 years

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they sit on you on accident: obey me brothers

it's been a long week and what better way to re-energize then to take a nap on the couch amongst all the pillows. that is, until you're rudely woken up by the sensation of being squished to death

lucifer

"AGH- OUCH!!"

Lucifer shoots up right away when he hears and feels you under him

"For heavens sake, are you trying to pull a prank or something? Why are you tucked away so quietly?"

He makes sure to give you a once over, squeezing ur legs and waist to make sure you don't flinch in pain

Once he's reassured that nothing is broken or bruised he picks you up, walking down the hall with you tucked in his arms

"Where are we going? Well if you insist on napping mid-day I'd prefer you do it in my room where it's safest"

"....and I apologize, I didn't see you"

Makes sure to give you an extra sweet kiss goodnight, because in truth he feels quite guilty (not that he'd ever tell you)

mammon

"MY LEGS"

Screams and scrambles away from the couch immediately, only stopping when he realizes that the couch didn't scream, it was you

"What the-?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! ............Huh? I sat on you? Seriously?"

Asks if anything hurts and pulls up your skirt/pants leg to double check

Even if you're fine he feels awful, clearly he startled you and who would like being sat in mid-nap

"C'mon..."

"What do you mean 'huh?' You're coming to my room, be grateful"

Decided to cuddle with you since, after all, his arms are the safest place you can be, right?

"Hey.... uh.. bye the way.... i'msorry.. now sleep"

Levi

"OOF!-"

Screamer #2, makes sure to run all the way down the hall for good measure

Peeks over to find out it's just you!...and hey why are you glaring at him?

Feels guilty after you tell him that he sat on your stomach, he almost killed off his Player 2, what kind of best friend is he??

"I'm sorry...I swear I didn't see you there!"

"Um..you should probably move somewhere else though, what if Beel ends up sitting on you?"

Follows you to your room like a lost puppy and swears he's just there for a change in scenery (even his room can get stuffy sometimes)

Despite that, as you drift off in dreamland, you can feel him tucking you further in your blanket with shaky hands, his Deviltendo Switch long forgotten

Satan

"WHAT THE-"

Sits up immediately and looks down at you, eyes wide and book thrown on the other side of the couch

"I sat on you, didn't I? I'm sorry, are you okay?"

Makes you sit up so he can do a checkup, asking you to move your legs up and down and hitting your knees to check for reflexes (he saw it in a human movie)

"Ahh, you scared me, I'm glad you're not hurt. Come on, my room is lot safer than the living room, you can take the bed "

Reads to you quietly until you fall asleep, only then opting to tuck himself right next to you

Not before pressing a kiss to your head, adding a little healing spell to it for safe measure

Asmo

"OW OW OW!!"

Screamer #3, the absolute drama queen even holds his hands to his heart like an anguished victorian woman

Figures out pretty quickly that he sat on you, considering that you're still directly under his ass

Sits up and pats you down, quickly massaging the areas that he sat on

"MC! I'm so sorry, darling! Are you hurt? You scared me so much!!!"

Once you reassure him that you're fine he huffs and grabs you close

"Don't scare me like that! You're such a fragile little human that even little old me can hurt you! We're going to my room this instant!! It's WAY safer there"

Lays down with you and presses kisses to your head, hoping that this time you'll be able to nap peacefully without interruption

Beel

"AHHH!"

Jumps off the couch quickly, recognizing your voice immediately

He's pretty freaked out considering the fact that he's the biggest brother, he could hurt you easily and that's something he'd hate to do

"MC? MC, I'm so sorry, please get up"

Visibly relaxes when you gather your bearings and sit up, unharmed (and just disheveled from the sudden awakening)

"You're okay?.. You're sure?.. Ok, don't scare me like that, you could've gotten hurt "

Picks you up and takes you to his bed, where he holds your hand until he's assured that you're sleeping comfortably

Belphie

"UWAHH-!!"

Rolls off of you immediately, landing on the other side of the couch before sitting up to look at you

"Eh? What are you doing there? I thought you were a pile of throw pillows..."

Proceeds to take off any camouflage from you, tucking the pillows underneath you instead

"Sleeping quietly in the living room is dangerous, even I know that... C'mere"

Lays on top of you, reaching his arms down to massage your sides which he so rudely crushed a minute earlier

"There, now if anyone sits here I'll take the brunt of it..... You're welcome, you can give me a kiss as a reward"

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matts-k1tten · 2 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. pt.2

P.1

summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..

warnings: slight angst, swearing, not that much this time, let me know is i missed anything.

purple: Mia

pink: y/n

orange: Chris

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I scream in a pillow as I’m letting out all my angry and sad tears. We’ve been here for hours ever since we got home from the party.

“It’s okay y/n..” Mia reassures me while rubbing my back in slow circles.

I look at her dead in the eyes.

“Y’know.” she cuts herself off by clearing her throat.

“Not to make you feel bad or anything, but I never thought he was good enough for you.” she speaks again.

“I just didn’t say anything because i didn’t want to make you think I didn’t like him, I mean now I definitely don’t.” she says as she places one of her hands on her chest.

I laugh a bit, “You should have at least warned me before this all started, I just wasted a whole year and a half of my life.” I reply.

I face plant into the pillow as she frowns at me.

“Look at the bright side! now you’re free, you can do whatever you want.” she speaks, attempting to cheer me up.

I don’t respond.

She sighs harshly.

“C’mon get up, let’s pack his stuff and drop it off.” she says as she tries to drag me out of bed.

I groan and sit up.

“Fine, can you go grab that box on the floor there?” I say almost above a whisper.

She nods and pulls it in front of me.

I take off his promise ring and the matching necklace that I swore I would never take off and throw it in there, remembering every detail of the day he gave it to me.

Chris and I sat at the empty beach watching the sunrise.

He clears his throat and breaks the silence. “Hey I got you something.” he speaks with the biggest smile on his face.

I smile seeing his face light up.

“What is it?” I ask confused but intrigued.

“Wait one second.” He says holding up his finger turning around to shuffle around his bag.

A few minutes later he turns back around with that charming smile.

“I got you these since your the best girlfriend ever, i’ll never ever hurt you. If i do i’d hate myself for life, I love you Y/n Rose, Macy.” He says pulling out the most beautiful ring and necklace i have ever seen.

I gasp as I feel genuine tears of happiness stream down my face as he puts on the necklace and slides on the ring.

I look at the ring once more.

I smile and lunge onto him engulfing him in the tightest embrace ever.

“I love you so much Chris.”

I feel tears dwell on my waterline as Mia picks up his clothes all around my room.

Mia looks at me and drops the clothes on the floor to hug me.

I sob into her chest. She glances at the box and sees why I’m crying.

“Poor baby..” she says so quiet that if you didn’t listen you would’ve missed it.

Her words only made me cry harder.

“It’s okay y/n, just cry, let it out.” She says softly.

At that, I start wailing and gripping the back of her sweatshirt.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re hurt because of what he did. But sooner or later you’re gonna realize that men ain’t shit, you have to learn to be strong on your own. I know you can.” She says quietly stern.

I start to calm down a bit and pull away. I sniffle and Mia wipes my tears with her thumb.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me Mia, you’re literally my favorite person on this planet.” I say, my voice shaking a bit.

She smiles at me and bends down to pick up the clothes and drops it in the box, covering the ring and necklace.

I watch it disappear under the clothes.

I stand up and walk over to my shelves where all his gifts are.

I swipe them all with one arm and carry them over to the box dropping them in.

Mia leaves the room and comes back with a paper, marker, and tape.

I plop down on the bed and roll over, lost in my thoughts.

Mia tapes the box shut and tapes the paper on top of it.

“Chris’s stuff”

I groan and look at the time. “3:24am”.

“Hey Mia, are you tired?” I question sitting up against the headboard.

“No, you?” she says crawling next to me.

“Not at all. I want to do something, to Chris.” I say with confidence.

Mia opens her Mouth to speak.

“We can start off with something like this.”

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“So how exactly is trashing his house gonna make him feel the way i felt?” I question Mia as she parks down the street.

“It’s not, it’s just gonna let you release your anger. This is just the start. Also, don’t tell your mom I said to do this. I’m not a bad influence I swear. I want your mom to actually like me.” She says grabbing the bags in the backseat and opening her door.

I grab the box of Chris’ stuff and hop out the car as well.

“What are in those bags anyway?” I ask Mia while walking beside her.

“Ohh y’know just eggs and toilet paper.” She says shrugging.

I roll my eyes and chuckle.

“You’re fucking crazy, that’s a waste of money!” I speak with a smile plastered on my face.

“I do this for you! I’d do anything for you because you know I love you.” Mia replies.

My smile grows wider that my cheeks start to hurt. “Awee, Mia I love you so much.”

“Love you more.” She says and kisses me on my cheek.

we make it to Chris’ front lawn, he started living alone and learned how to drive since he wanted to be “independent” after his brothers called him immature.

Nick and I, we’re best friends. I don’t think he knows that me and Chris broke up cause of what he did.

Matt and I, we know each other very well. He knows how to calm down my anxiety and is a very good listener.

Anyway, I drop Chris’ stuff on the front porch and walk back towards Mia.

I dig through the bag and pull out a carton of eggs.

Chris’ car wasn’t in the driveway so that means he’s out doing god knows what at 4am.

Mia pulls out a pack of toilet paper with about 15 rolls in it. She hands me one and I chuck it onto his roof.

I grab another one. Chuck it again.

Another one. On the tree.

I grab an egg and start throwing them at his windows and garage door. Mia does the same.

We soon run out of supplies and take a picture then run back to her car.

We laugh nonstop while running down the street.

Once we hop in her car, we decide to stop by the stop for snacks then go home.

“Did that help your anger?” Mia asks while looking towards the road.

“Very much did.” I reply with a huge smile on my face.

I turn on bluetooth and connect my phone to the car speakers. “Now let’s listen to music!!” I say as I hit shuffle on my playlist.

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Mia and I are watching a movie still on a high because of what we did.

“I can’t believe we just did that! His house looks like a mess!” I say while laughing.

Mia is laughing as well. She can’t even form a word as she keeps laughing.

“Ok ok focus on the movie now.” I say smiling as Mia nods and turns back to the tv.

We soon doze off to sleep at 6am.

when I wake up, I’m met with 99+ notifications all from Chris.

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a/n: uh ohhh what did he say?! guys this is just leading up to the climax just as Mia said “this is just the start.” i literally almost fell asleep proofreading this 🤦‍♀️ But im working on a matt one shot and matt series so for all u matt girlies i have a treat for u!!

tags: @gnxosblog

#sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo angst #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic

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twsted-kinks · 5 months

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Malleus x Reader: Biology Nerd (Part II?)

Fluff & NSFW things (slight angst?)

>ageless and minors dni<

Not really a part two just the same Yuu hanging out with Mal.

Reader is gender neutral but this is very self indulgent so they be fat, hairy, and may come across as masc. Also reader is Yuu.

Content Warning: cultural and biological differences leading to situations, assuming things are normal for another culture, accidental sexual stimulation and arousal, sexual tension, trying to hide arousal, Yuu being a nerd about Malleus's biology, Yuu touching Malleus innocently and Malleus getting off on the touching, is Yuu oblivious or is Yuu insecure and doesn't believe they're attractive enough for Malleus to want to fuck them?

Cuddling. There is so much cuddling. Just about every night Malleus would be floating outside Yuu's window, holding pajamas and a toothbrush. This occurred again and again, until Malleus's absence at night was finally noticed, and Sebek freaked out. The half fae's screams woke up the entire dorm. After that incident a lot more attention was put on Malleus's whereabouts. At first Sebek and Silver offered to join Malleus at the Ramshackle Dorm, but Malleus preferred his time with Yuu to be private. Lilia, being able to pick up on Malleus's little crush, found a solution. Have the child of man stay over at Diasomnia. As long as there weren't lectures the next day, Malleus and Yuu could stay up late doing whatever they wanted, and Sebek and Silver could check in as needed.

So, a new tradition started where, 1-2 times a week, Yuu would sleep over and spend the night in Malleus's room. Again, most nights were spent cuddling, talking, and enjoying each others company. Yuu was one of the few people where Malleus can have his scales, tail, and wings out and act normally around him. Well, as normal as Yuu can be. Though, Malleus's favorite thing about these visits was how Yuu would take care of him. Brushing his hair, polishing his horns, massaging his ears. His ears. It took Malleus using every bit of self control he has to remain still when Yuu touches his ears. Caressing the shell, rubbing the lobe. Malleus forced himself to take deep breaths and bite his lips to prevent himself from letting out a moan.

Malleus didn't have the heart to tell Yuu just what they were doing, how sensitive his ears are, how his cocks emerge from his slit. This became such a common occurrence that Malleus has become an expert at hiding his bulges, tucking them away, hiding them behind a pillow, excusing himself to the bathroom to take care of himself before returning. Did Yuu notice any of this weird behavior? Not really no.

Anytime Malleus did something a bit off, Yuu just assumed it was something either normal for him or just a fae thing. Malleus's dilated eyes, his awkward shifting with a pillow in his lap, the flush of his cheeks. Each thing Yuu could explain away. The eyes? Well, it is kinda dark in here. The pillow? Probably an erection, but that's just something the body does. The flushed cheeks and ears? Malleus isn't used to affection. Plus, if he's hard of course he'd be embarrassed! Yuu doesn't want to make it worse by pointing it out.

And so now they're here again, in Malleus's room. Malleus sits on his bed, pillow on his lap, and Yuu sits behind him. The human gently pulls away loose dead skin from the dragon fae's scales.

"I must thank you, child of man. Removing my shedding is often an inconvenience I'd rather not deal with. However, you've made my usual ordeal an enjoyable experience." Malleus hums and flexes his wings.

Yuu giggles. "You don't have to lie and make me feel better. I know you can just magic it off you."

Malleus is quiet for a beat before responding. "That is true. Removing my shedding is not an issue for me. It is a simple task. However, I did not lie when I stated you make the process enjoyable."

"Hm, yeah that checks out." Yuu focuses as they pick dead skin from between two scales. "Social grooming is a common behavior in social species. Makes sense humans and fae enjoy it."

Malleus thinks for a moment. "Yet you are the one always attending to me."

Yuu peels away the last bit of dead skin from Malleus's dark scales. "That's because I enjoy it too. It gives me something to focus on, something to do with my hands while I'm with you. Plus, you're really interesting to look at."

"Interesting to look at?" Malleus asks.

"Of course! Like-" Yuu runs their hand up Malleus's back to rest where the far's wings connect to his shoulder blades. "Even just your back is beautiful! There are multiple points that move and contract in a layered network of muscles in a way that is both very similar yet also drastically different to what I know. I can feel the movement every time you move your wings. And the way your scales shift and move over these muscles, an interlocking pattern that moves so perfectly on top of everything. It makes me think about the evolutionary process leading to this, and biological ancestry, clades, and categories of different spaient species here. How can I not enjoy myself?"

By the time Yuu finishes their thought, Malleus, tips of his ears dusted with pinkn has turned to face them. "Such an eye for detail for things I think nothing of. You explain your fascination with such passion. You truly have an admirable mind, child of man."

"I mean, you're the same way." Yuu responds.

"I am?"

"Your love for architecture, especially gargoyles. I admit there are times I don't understand what you're talking about exactly, but I enjoy listening to you. You always light up and it's really cute to see."

"Cute." Malleus let's the word sit in his tongue. "I should be used to the way you speak of me by now. But, I do agree. I enjoy listening to you even when I do not understand your words."

Yuu chuckles. "I'm glad to hear that. I know I tend to ramble. You can stop be to ask questions if you don't get it though."

"It is the same for me. You are free to interupt me with questions." Malleus responds. "And I do have a question for you."

"Oh? Shoot."

"What you said earlier about social grooming. Is it common for it to be... so one sided?" The fae asks.

"Well, it can depend on a lot of things, but no. Usually it goes both ways." Yuu answers. "What? Feel bad about me being your personal masseuse?"

Malleus's gaze travels along the human in front of him. Here he is, in nothing but his sleeping bottoms while Yuu sits in an oversized long sleeve shirt and sleeping shorts that stretch around Yuu's thighs. "That is part of it."

"And the other part is?"

"Our bodies are quiet different." Malleus notes. "Perhaps I wish to study yours as well.

"Oh..." Yuu is silent for a moment, shrugs, and then pulls their shirt over their head. "Yeah, that's fair."

Malleus does his best to keep his face calm, biting his lip slightly to keep him grounded. Yuu's plush torso decorated in a kayer of dark hair. The fat on the human's chest look so perfect, as if the soft flesh could fit into Malleus's hands perfectly. The human's soft stomach that Malleus has laid his head against again and again. He can't help but imagine how it would look, bouncing back and forth as the fae buries his cock at a brutal pace into the human. Malleus holds the pillow closer to his lap.

"I know I'm not that impressive, but, if I get to touch you, it's fair for you to touch me."

"Child of man." Malleus reaches out and cups Yuu's cheek in his hand. "You are beautiful."

Now Yuu's ears are the ones dusted with pink. "You don't have to lie to make me feel better."

"I am not lying." Malleus runs his hand down Yuu's neck and rests at the center of the human's chest. "You find my scales and the inner workings of my muscles to be beautiful. Can I not find your hair and your soft flesh beautiful as well?"

"That's no really-" Yuu looks down and hesitates. "Most people don't. At least where I'm from."

"Then I am glad you are here. I hope I can make you see just how beautiful you are."

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He let out a soft series of chuckles. Staring at you with a pitiful look, showing an expression of fake sympathy.

"I don't love you, and I never will. Not even if you beg and try. "

Love Me, Love Me Not (2)

Yandere Best Friend x Obstacle Reader

*unedited

Tags: small description of Nsfw- they don't fuck, self loathing, hostage keeping, one sided attraction, betrayal, mentions of previous friendships the yandere broke, slight angst, yandere is attracted to someone else, escape planning, mentions of a previous murder victim, reader is complicit to the murders, guilt, past memories.

Disclaimer: This is just a scenario I thought of with an Oc! So nothing is really 'official' or canon-

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You look at the door, contemplating your next move. It's right there, just staring at you. The latch was loose, Marco didn't consficate the butter knife like he did usually whenever the two of you ate, and he was no where to be seen. It was so fucking conveinent, so perfect. Too perfect...Maybe you were just paranoid. The latch. The door. Just do it. Run. Sprint. Why were you panicking? This was all on you now. Your legs were shaking as you wobbled your way towards the door, grabbing the butterknife that you were previously cutting the lamb chops with. Trembling, you tried to bust open the secuirty latch. But ultimately you ended up throwing the butterknife into the sink.

Falling onto the couch, grabbing a soft pillow as a soother, you let out a frustrated scream. It's better to be safe than sorry. If anything, Marco could be hiding behind the door waiting for you. For all you know, Marco could be waiting outside the apartment complex exits, standing by while he prepares to tackle you when you finally rush outside. He could be testing you. Why wouldn’t he? It was just predictable. You knew better than to assume that Marco would freely let you loose.

So you waited, and waited. The more time passed, the more you started second guessing your choice. Wow, maybe he was just clumsy. For what seemed like forever, Marco finally rushed into the room, slamming the door open before closing it shut.

"Did I scare ya?"

He smugly spoke, swaying his way towards you while he dragged two suitcases. Stiff from the frozen fear that had shot you in the chest, you only stared at Marco wide eyed.

"I'll take that as a yes..? Anyways stay put, I just need to do this real quick.."

Peeking into the contents of the suitcases, you heard Marco examine and fix the locks. Noticing that one of the latches were left loose, Marco turned back to look at you- surpirsed yet expecting this from you. You stayed, you're still here.

Huh...

While Marco was preoccupied with himself, you reached out into one of the luggages. It was your stuff! Holding out an old shirt of yours, you let out an accidental gasp.

"Oh yeah, I figured that you might want a few things of yours. I mean I can't have my roomie empty handed~"

Underwear, socks, shirts- everything! He even brought a few extra things like your plushies and accessories! Smiling, you thanked him while you zipped up the zipper of the suitcase.

"No problem dude! Anyways you can go do whatever, fool around in your room or something. I dunno?"

Can you leave?

"Hahaha! HA! You're hilarious!"

Scoffing, you nudged Marco's shoulder, making your way to your 'bedroom'. Closing the door behind you, you took out all of your belongings from the two suitcases. Searching through the pile of stuff you had, you managed to find your phone! Immediately powering it on, you tried calling the authorities. Even trying to turn on your mobile data so that you could contact somebody through your socials. Though expectantly, your phone had blocked all of those options. No service, no nothing. Scrolling through the photo gallery, you looked at the photos you took, all the stupid screenshots you saved. You and him, it's always been the two of you. Of course, sometimes it would be you, him, and.. Matheias and Angela.. You just stare at their faces, feeling nothing as you observe their smiles. You were all so happy back then..

Matheias screamed as he lunged himself towards Marco, crying as his sobs echoed the room. Quickly, you grabbed Matheias by the arm, struggling to keep him still as he dragged you along with him. You shouted at Matheias, scolding him while also begging him to calm down as he continued to howl at Marco. Trying your best to keep Matheias away from Marco, you were forced onto the floor as Matheias shoved you away from him. Showing concern, Marco rushed towards you, trying to help you back on your feet.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER- HOW COULD YOU?!"

He screeched, throwing chairs, his face red with anger. Helping you up, Marco cautiously approached Matheias- holding his two palms up as he slowly approached. Calmly, Marco tried to speak to Matheias.

"Come on..Please let's not do this. Not now - just not now, okay? Please, let's just talk this out-"

Panicked, Matheias threw something at Marco, trying to keep more distance.

"LIAR! You fucking CUNT!"

Persistent, Marco was beginning to lose his composure. His voice was now on the verge of shaky tears as he lowered himself to Matheias's height level.

"P-Please..We just- it's her- fucking hell.. Come on Matheias! Really man?"

The more Marco spoke with sincerity, the more Matheias reacted. The more Marco tried to reach out to Matheias, his grieving work buddy.. His best friend..The more terrified you saw Matheias get.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. You're sick- Stop that. Those aren't real.."

Trying to descalate the situation, you spoke firmly towards Matheias. Enough is enough. You've had it with the accusations about Marco, the delusions and rumors Matheias had accumulated about him. It was tiring seeing Matheias grow bitter against the only person trying to hold everyone together. You were annoyed with how he was reacting. Everyone was mourning, nobody was themselves. You understand that, you can sympthazie with him. You're also hurting. You miss her too. It was just the three of you now. So why, out of all people, he could've chosen to take his anger out, did it have to be Marco? Hysterically, Matheias let out a series of laughs. Rolling his eyes as he pointed a finger at you.

"Oh yeah! Of course you believe him! I think I know why. Trying to get some brownie points aren't you?"

He marched towards you, keeping his finger pointed at you. His voice so loud and angry, it began to ring your ears.

"It's always been like that! Don't you find it fucking unfair how he's always the innocent little sheep in every sitaution?!"

He let out an exasperated breath, his hands aggressively flying everywhere.

"But NOOOOOO! EVERYONE LOVESSS MARCO! The fucking psychopath. Fucking murderer. And I'm the only one that fucking knows!"

Stop it, you beg. You're being delusional, you cried. You held back your tongue, knowing that Matheias wasn't being himself. He always had an issue with his temper, so you knew you had to be patient with him. But you've done that so many times throughout the friendship. It's beginning to run thin. Espically now.

"Why don't you just say it huh? Why don't you just admit it? Tell him. Just fucking-"

Out of instinct, you rushed towards Matheias. Raising your hand as the palm of it harshly came into contact with his face. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you slap him again..And again..And again..Stopping when Marco had to pull you away from him. Holding you in a hug as the hiccups and sniffles begin to escape you.

It was quiet for a while. Your sniffles and his loud, hyperventilating breathes were the only thing left in the room. You remember the look in his eyes, the grief he felt when he saw Marco shake his head dissapointingly. As tension filled the room, suffocating the three of you in an uncomfortable moment- unsure of what was to happen next. Matheias finally spoke up, defeated as he slammed his hand against the table. Memorial cards, photographs, and sympathy letters falling onto the ground.

"..You know what? Fine. Suit yourself. But she's gone, and I know who fucking did it. Sooner or later, you'll know I'm right. And when you do, you'll be wishing that you listened to me."

Without a word, Matheias grabbed a memorial card. Shoving chairs out of his way while he walked out the door. With a final glance, he looked at Marco, and then at you. Scowling, he shut the door violently, leaving you and Marco alone.

Your eyes burned as you stared at the ground. Your body feeling limp as you pressed your back against the bedframe for support. Matheias was always the smart fucker of the group..You wonder how he'd react if he knew what was going on. Probably with a snarky remark of how "I told you so!". Funny how the end of their close bond was the start of yours. You want to cry, to get rid of this awful feel that brewed inside of you. But you can't. Maybe it was your body's way of punishing you for being such an awful human being.

Yeah sit with your guilt. Let it simmer with no outlet to release it.

Looking at the screen, you decided to check out your notes. Scrolling through them, you recalled how you always used it as a personal diary rather than a proper agenda tool. Just a pile of insecurities about your crush on a friend who clearly had the hots for someone else. A bunch of useless shit that you bitched about. A series of notes that revealed what type of selfish person you truly were.

Last opened a week ago...?

What?

Your heart sank as you looked at the bottom of each note.

Each note, every single one of them, he read them all. All the words you said to yourself, all the thoughts that you had- he knew about it. You went rigid the more you thought about it. Before..Was he playing with your feelings? He knowingly roped you into this shitfest because he knew he had you wrapped around his little finger. You were the perfect loyal pawn that helped him clean the messes.

Hahaha. Haha. Ha.

That's hilarious, isn't it? You stand up, furious of how stupidly feeble you felt. You pick up the clothes and your belongings and organize them in their rightful place. The couch, when he touched you like that..It was just to keep you on your toes, to keep you obedient. Your 'reward' for being so good.. Pissed, you started to pace around your room. That's it, you want out. You should've left the room when you had the chance. You lay there on the floor, mind numb as you stare into nothingness. That poor girlfriend, whoever they are, hoped they were okay. Why did Marco like them again? How did they even meet? Do you even remember what she looks like? You should know, he's talked about her so many times you've lost count. Charlie? Ashlyn? Abby? No.. none of those sounded right. Does it matter in the end? You should be worrying about yourself.

What if you tied your clothes and made a makeshift rope? Looking down through the window, you grimaced as you thought about it. It's too high. You're on the highest floor of the building. You laughed at another desperate thought that came up. What if you fought Marco yourself? Sure, yeah, if you wanted to get suplexed to death. Right, fight the 6'2 "maniac who goes to the gym every week and could easily pick you up like a ragdoll. There has to be someway.. Who knows how long he really plans on keeping you. It was so easy for him to drop Matheias, someone he knew longer than you - and swiftly wiped Angela off the face of the earth. You're next. Time was ticking. You sat there for a while. Thinking to yourself. Did Marco really care about anything other than himself? Is he capable of emotion? He has some capability, or maybe he plays the illusion that he does fairly well.

Without another thought, you got up, walking towards his room. Knocking the door, you called his name. No answer. You knock again. No answer. You try opening the door to check if he's inside. It's locked. Going to the front door, you began to play with the locks. Loudly banging them against the doorframe, the metalic sounds echoing the entire room. Still no response. Using this opportunity, you scan the entire apartment, looking for anything you could use or take note of. But you couldn’t think of anything. Deciding to go back to your room, you try to get some shut eye. Changing into some nightwear to get comfortable.

Eventually, you were able to find yourself melting into the matress. Dreaming about what could've been, you were sound asleep. You wished you could've stayed like that forever. Blissful and full of rest. However, it was short-lived as you felt yourself being lifted up. Groggily, you were brought up onto your knees. Slowly, you were propped up at a certain position while a warm breath fanned against the back of your neck. Your back was pressed against his chest, legs spread apart, and hands on both sides of your thighs. Fully awake and aware, you froze as you felt his hands play with your chest - barely grazing at your nipples. Alert, you tried to turn your body away from his wandering hands. Out of protest against your reaction, Marco hushed you as he pushed you back to the position.

"Ah ah ah. Nono. Stay put for me okay? Trust me"

It felt so foreign with the way he spoke to you with such geniune softness. You couldn't help but lean further against his body as he began to travel his hands further down your lower half.

"You've been so good, such a good friend to me..I've never really thanked you properly, so I'll do it now..Yeah?"

His hands now grabbing onto the waistband of your pajama pants, you went paralyzed. Why was he doing this?

"You deserve it. That's why.. Do you not like this?"

What about her? Doesn't he hate you for standing in the way?

"Just answer my question. Do you like this or not?"

You were starting to get on his nerves. So quietly, you meekly squeaked for him to continue. Even though you knew you should've denied his offer and advances, you still couldn't help but fall into him. So, lifting your hips up, you allowed him to pull your pants down.

"I just want to make it up to you, that's all..You'd enjoy something like this afterall.."

Rubbing all the right places, going at that perfect rhythmic pace, focusing on your body movements. He made sure to treat you carefully, leaving gentle kisses along your neck as he watched your chest rise up and down. Back and fourth, he left your mind in a daze as he whispered those sweet praises into your ears.

"Finally got what you wanted, huh? How long have you been thinking of this for? Hah.. And don't lie to me, I know everything.."

You didn't answer him as you focused on chasing your release. Your hands pathetically gripping onto his arms while you whined as his hands continued to play and stroke at your sex.

"It's only fair. I realised if you hadn't helped me, I would've been so lost..So good job. You did so well for me. You earned this"

Twisting and brewing, you felt the heat inside you threaten to spill as he changed his pace. His hands now trying to chass the pleasure out of you while you quivered underneath him. You were close, so close to tipping over the edge.

"I love you"

With those words that you so desperately fantasized about for years, you felt the heat in your body spread. Milking out your orgasm, Marco continued at the same rhythm, pulling his hand away after he felt you try to shove him off. Getting off the bed as he left you there to calm down, he wiped his hands dry. Smirking at you as if he had just pulled the world's most amazing prank.

"I did good didn't I?"

....What the fuck was that? Why in the hell did you say yes? Why the fuck did he- Looking at him in confusion, you pulled up your pants. Giving him a look that demanded an answer.

"Okayy fine. I just felt like it. Plus it's fun seeing you melt like puddy!"

Huh? You felt dumbfounded as he kept walking around the dark room. The moonlight providing the only source of light to the bedroom.

"It's funny..You like me. I've known that for a while..Even before the notes. You were never really a good liar."

He let out a soft series of chuckles. Staring at you with a pitiful look, showing an expression of fake sympathy.

"I don't love you, and I never will. Not even if you beg and try. "

He leaned close to your face, his hands caressing your cheek.

"I only said it to get your rocks off. And clearly..It worked~"

Well fucking ouch..A pang went through your chest as Marco moved away from you. Disregarding your feelings he kept going, the softness and genuie warmth you felt earlier, disintegrated into nothingness. Like a flip switched inside him, he was back to his comedic cold personality.

"Ohh hun..Please don't be dissapointed. I wasn't lying when I said you deserved every second of that moment.."

Circling the room, he continued to monolog casually.

"Afterall for being such an obedient dog staying put in the room..You deserved a little treat!"

Patting your head to further squeeze out the feelings in your heart, Marco left the room.

"I'll see you tommorow okay? Dream about me~"

Alone by yourself again as you laid your body on the bed. You curled yourself into a ball, grabbing all the blankets, hugging them for some comfort. His words replayed in your head, trying to process what just happened. He was fucking with you. But why? Why like that? Staring up at the ceiling with your back on the bed, you muttered a few words while you felt the shame creep up on you.

What an asshole.

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Part 3 coming soon!

You looked at her in horror as she sat there on the chair, tied up and gagged. Her face was stained with fresh tears as she struggled against her restraints. Oh god, did things not go well with her and Marco? Why was she here? You tried calming her down as she thrashed around, threatening to tip over the chair.

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