#This is probably not well worded I'm too angry for english

[froggyrights]

I'm so incredibly impressed by shelby for speaking up. it must've been so scary to speak out again him as a publically well liked person knowing she could receive so much backlash. But by doing so she's preventing him from hurting more women especially cuz his fanbase is largely female. and man that just takes so much bravery and strength to do I just wish her only good things

#I really really hope he fucking rots in hell forever what a fucking piece of shit . So incredibly disgusted #This is probably not well worded I'm too angry for english

[samsno1]

Honesty

Sam Winchester x Reader

lmao, i'm sorry. this is kind of an au where instead of sam getting the trials...you do! haha......might make a second part to this but i'll see how it'll do. also, in this there isn't the stupid "sam doesn't look for dean in purgatory" because the writers were fucked up when they wrote that, respectfully (or not)

Summary: You finally have a chance to close the Gates of Hell, forever, but everything comes with a cost, the question is, are you willing to pay for it?

Warnings: ANGST, love confessions, sad sammy, kisses, reader sees bobby as a father figure, reader is shorter than Sam, NOT PROOF-READ, english is not my first language

WC: 3.7k

You can learn how to change Y/N for your actual name here

enjoy!

As you lie there, soaked in hellhound's blood, panting after a fight against the creature, the glasses you wore to be able to see it dirty and obstructing your view, Sam and Dean stare at you, frozen and horrified.

You knew they would try and talk you out of doing the trials, especially after Dean's words to both you and Sam before he went on to almost get killed by the hellhound. Of course you two had followed him, even if Dean explicitly said not to, and you ended up under the dog, his disgusting breath fanning on your face as he barked above you, trying to rip your neck off. You knifed it and it quite literally exploded over you, bathing you in his gooey substance.

Now, all of you were in a room, Dean pacing back and forth while Sam just stood with his head down. You had your arms crossed, your eyes accompanied Dean's movements. He was restless, probably angry and desperately trying to find a way to counter this.

“We can find another hellhound,” He argues “I kill it then it's all solved”

“Dean, Crowley will be even more on our asses over this, he will not let his dogs out of the leash” You say, calmly, trying to counter Dean's protectiveness in the lightest way possible. “I can do them”

After you said that Dean stopped pacing around and both him and Sam looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed, almost as if you had just admitted to an unforgivable crime. The crime in the case was wanting to protect the brothers from these crazy trials. You knew how death followed them around like a plague and you couldn't handle losing them.

“No, Y/N, you're not doing these trials” Sam speaks up, a tinge of anger in his tone. Anger, worry. He looked at you, his hair casting a shadow over his face because of the poor lightning in the environment. “You could die”

“Well, too bad Sam” You said and the boys shared that look, a silent conversation between both of them, something that pissed you off in these moments because you had the right to know what they were plotting. “Look, I know you two feel like you have some responsibility over me, this…instinct to protect me ever since Bobby…” You trailed off, the memory of the man you considered to be your father still too heavy on you. Sam frowned and Dean changed his position, on edge. You cleared your throat, the sudden lump bothering you. “But I can protect myself, I can fight my own battles and, honestly? If we do close the gates of hell for good, which battles will be there to fight?” You say with a faint smile.

You look between both of them. They seemed deep in thought. Too deep and that worried you. You slowly walked towards Sam and when he took notice he stiffened up, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly, his eyes taking in your rather dirty appearance. But still beautiful, he mentally stated.

Sam always thought you were the most incredible woman he ever met, invincible even, nothing could ever put you down and you could make everything work your way with your amazing mind and skills. And, obviously, your killer looks always managed to stun him every time, everywhere.

He was used to seeing you in any type of clothing, from suits and dresses to sweats and shirts with corny sayings written in the front, which you argued were comfortable. And you always looked absolutely gorgeous wearing anything. Sam used to think he just admired you, the looks from afar were just friendly appreciation, his yearn to be around you was just a protective instinct, the goosebumps on his skin when you’d touch him were just a natural reaction…

Until it wasn’t just. It was. And that was horrifying.

And it got worse when both you and him spent the last year alone looking for Dean and Cas. Spending so much time beside you made Sam realize what he truly felt towards you and he was scared. Scared to say anything and scared to lose you. So, when you killed that hellhound, his heart fell to his stomach because he knew you would want to do the trials. 

And when you stretched your hand to him, looking directly in his eyes, that determined gaze of yours slicing through his soul, he knew you would do anything to go along with this.

“Sam, give me the spell” You said firmly, not a request, a demand. He swallowed again, still speechless, still frozen, his fist tightening around the small paper which contained the words in enochian you were supposed to recite for the trials to start. You emphasize your demand by widening your eyes angrily and doing ‘come here’ motions with your stretched hand. “Sam”

“Y/N-”

“Dean.” You interrupt, anger seeping into your tone, making Dean shut his mouth into a thin line and a huff of air come out of his nose, just like a child would do when it was refused candy before dinner. He thought he’d seen you like this before, determined, practically unstoppable but boy was he wrong. You were more than insistent and that rang an alarm in Dean’s head. You knew that the one responsible for the trials could die and you were willingly going with it.

“Dean, can you give us a moment” Sam speaks up again and you quirk an eyebrow at him, looking between him and his brother. Sam looks at Dean, his pleading eyes and subtle nod giving enough information for Dean to get the message across. If there is one thing that can make you understand is honesty.

Dean slowly walks out of the room, giving you one last look that said clearly that you needed to listen with an open heart and mind to anything Sam would say. When he closed the door behind him, Sam’s eyes were already on you, trained on your features and you shifted your weight on your feet, his stare intimidating.

“So?” You said, trying to keep your ground. Sam sighed and lowered his head, considering all his options in the situation, he could tell you everything and be either rejected or accepted, he could lie to you, give you the wrong spell and work his way out like he always did and still keep you safe. Honesty. The word echoed in his mind like a chant.

He pushed himself off the table he was leaning on, crossing with you and going towards the bed to sit down. Your whole body accompanied his movements, his long strides making the distance between the table and the bed shorter than it actually was.

Once sat he looked at you and then at the spot beside him on the bed, silently asking you to sit with him and you caved, obliging to him. Your feet were light on the floor, quiet, accustomed to being silent while being a hunter, as you walked to the bed. The hardness of the cushion was not too much of a bother but still kept you grounded. Don’t let your guard down.

After making yourself as comfortable as possible, sitting criss-crossed, you turned towards Sam who was with both his feet on the floor, staring at his hands drying his sweat on his jeans. You waited for him to travel inside his own mind, finding the words, the phrases, the honesty. 

Honesty. Honesty. Honesty.

You swam in your own thoughts, especially those in which Sam was included. And those were the few thousands of reasons you wanted to be the one doing the trials, not him, not Dean. In your time alone, Sam had opened up to you about his want to live a normal life, away from apocalypses, monsters, gods…White picket fence, the whole nine. Dean had wanted that too, hell maybe he wouldn’t let go completely of the hunting but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with demons on his ass, never ever again. You didn’t see yourself getting out.

You grew up in this, much like the boys, but to you was different. You liked it. The adrenaline was like a drug pumping through your veins everytime you killed an abomination and, honestly, family wasn’t your strongest trait. All those whom you considered family were cremated – just because…we don’t usually bury hunters, so you can’t say they are six-feet under. Your love life was most definitely inexistent, you didn’t have time for falling in love with anyone.

Until. You did.

Until you fell. And hard. Face first in a bag of nails because you knew it would be trouble falling in love with Sam Winchester. You were both unlucky when it came to that feeling, always losing, always sacrificing, always in a battle. But how could you not? He was a gentleman in full, kind, sweet, caring and at the same time deadly – no pun intended. He would protect those he cared for with his life, his sense of protection his greatest quality. He was so selfless sometimes it made you mad. You had told him once ‘Be selfish, just this one time!’ and even so he couldn’t. It wasn’t his nature.

Sam wanted out of this and you wouldn’t let him abandon that dream because of you. You weren’t worth his life, you told him once after following a lead on how to open the doors to Purgatory and pull Cas and Dean out that almost got both of you killed. You were crying as you drove him to the hospital, the blood on your hands staining the steering wheel.

He was pale, his hand weekly pressing over the wound on his stomach, his breathing shallow. When you told him that, he trained his tired eyes on your face and in a rough and tired voice told you to shut up. Shut it, jerk. And fainted.

At the hospital you stayed hours by his bed every day. The doctors had told you he would be okay, that thankfully no vital organs were damaged and when he woke up you hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck desperately trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. His hands soothed you, rubbing your back up and down. You won’t get rid of me that easily, he had said and you laughed.

Ever since then you swore to yourself that you would guarantee that Sam wouldn’t put himself in danger for you anymore and you were not breaking that promise.

“Do you remember the night we met?” Sam spoke and you turned your eyes to his face, his hair shining against the yellow light and worry lines between his eyebrows.

“John had left you at Bobby’s and when I came back from school you scared the shit out of me. I had my gun in hand and everything until Bobby popped up, desperately trying to explain” You said, smiling at the memory. You were all so young back then, Sam was still shorter than you – which didn’t last long – and you had lost your parents a few months back.

“Ever since that night I knew you would be…something in the long run” You gave him a puzzled look and he laughed lightly at your face, his dimples appearing on his cheeks. “I knew you would turn out to be strong, brave and I knew you would end up being one of the most important people to me”

You smiled stupidly at that, your face heating up. You didn’t know what to say to him, your eyes drifting to your fingers over your lap because you couldn't keep his strong gaze. Sam sighed and considered his options, he could either hide his feelings for longer or be honest. Honesty, honesty. The word echoed through his mind like a mantra.

Sam reached his hand to wrap over one of yours, making your eyes shift from your hands to his face again. Physical touch wasn't uncommon between the both of you. Sleeping in the same bed when motels were full, sleeping on each other's shoulders, – more you than Sam given the height difference – hugs, cheek kisses, cuddling while watching movies. But something about this hand hold felt more intimate, like a wave of emotions were being poured over you like cold water. Sam squeezed your hand.

“I can't lose you” Sam said, his voice low because he knew that if he spoke any louder he could break.

“Sam–”

“Y/N. Please.” He begs, even if he doesn't know what he's begging for. Please, let me talk. Please, don't do the trials. Please, love me like I love you. “I can't lose you”

He repeats and you feel like you just got punched in the guts or like a knife went through your chest. He sounded so raw. Those four words meaning more than any poetry you've ever laid eyes upon. You squeeze his hand to ground yourself.

“Can't or won't?” You ask, voice weak.

“Both” He answers. “Both because I won't let you do this and can't because if I lose you I won't know how to keep going.”

You shake your head no, closing your eyes for a brief moment, your memories together flooding in again. His smile tattooed in your brain, his laugh playing over and over like a broken vinyl. You needed to do this.

“If I do this then that means you can finally have a life, a wife, kids…I can't let you lose this.” You say, tears welling up in your eyes. “And I need to do this for you, for Dean, for Charlie…Losing me is just a consequence for the greater good”

Now it's Sam who shakes his head, low breathy no's coming out of his mouth. He looks up at you, eyes watery and those stupid puppy dog eyes staring right into your soul, crushing your heart to pieces.

“You don't get it” He says “When I look into the future I can't imagine–” He takes a breath, considering whether to tell you or not. Fuck it. “I can't imagine it without you. The house, the kids running around, the dog…they're ours.” He stops for a moment, waiting to see if you caught what he meant but you just looked at him, wide beautiful eyes full of confusion.

“Sam what are you–”

“And you're the wife. My wife.” He says and he can see the realization come into your face, slowly. The way your jaw drops slightly, your shoulders tense and your hand squeezes his even harder. Sam swallows but now he can't back away. “So I can't let you do this because if you do it and die I won't be able to keep going because I love you, Y/N. I love you and even if you don't reciprocate I won't stop loving you. You're the first thing I think when I wake up and the last thing I think about once I fall asleep.” He keeps going, almost out of breath once he finishes, avoiding your eyes, avoiding rejection. “So, please, don't”

Don't do this, don't reject me, don't run.

“Sam, look at me” You say, one hand slowly grasping his cheek, your thumb drying a tear that he didn't know had fallen. Once he looked at you he saw you smiling. Smiling with teary eyes. “I love you, too”

You practically whispered and a feeling rushed into Sam's body. Like someone had shot him up with adrenaline and suddenly he was aware of everything around him, your warm hand on his cheek, your hand under his, the white noise of the animals outside. And his own heartbeat.

He closed the distance between the both of you, his lips finally touching yours in desperation. Pure and raw desperation. His hand went up your arm to your neck, gently pulling you more into him and yours slipped to tangle into his hair, running the soft locks through your fingers.

The kiss felt electric and it burned. Burned you from the inside out with the wave of a thousand emotions. Your head went back to those moments with Sam. Your mind was just completely him.

And it was the same for the Winchester.

He already had thoughts consisting mostly of you but now he felt in heaven, like in finally connected with whom he mostly desired, both physically and emotionally. His other hand slipped around your waist to pull yourself over him as he laid down on the bed.

You followed and slightly smiled into the kiss. Until you grounded yourself. Sam wouldn't let you do the trials, not now that you had confessed, not now that he knew you loved him too. So you had to take matters into your own hands.

As Sam laid you over him, you straddled his hips, the kiss continuing into an unexplained hunger and lust for each other. You sensually dragged your hand down his chest, earning a soft gasp out of him, both his hands tangling in your hair, messing up your curls.

Your hand that slid down his body discreetly went into his pocket, feeling for the paper with the spell written on it. You mentally apologized over and over to Sam, your mouth opening to let his tongue in to explore it, butterflies flying around in your stomach. He was gentle, caring but yet hungry and you could feel it.

I'm sorry. 

You pulled away breathless, the paper clutched in your hand and Sam looked at you through hooded eyes, his chest heaving with his heavy breaths and a confused frown on his face.

“I'm sorry Sammy” You said as you got off the bed and started to quickly pronounce the words in enochian, your hands trembling around the paper. Sam widened his eyes once he realized what you'd done, patting his pocket in reflex, knowing you had taken it out of there, and stubbled off the bed.

“Y/N, no, please!” He yelled but it was too late. Once you said the last word an almost unbearable pain cursed through your whole body, knocking you to your knees, a loud groan of pain leaving your throat.

Sam kneeled beside you with a hand on your back, mumbling curses and apologies to you but you couldn't hear him, the pain so strong it made your ears ring. You felt a burn, like you had injected lava into your veins, opening your eyes to see your arms shining. Everything was spinning and the only thing guaranteeing you that you were still alive was Sam's warm touch over your back.

After seconds of excruciating pain you felt it going down and saw your arms returning to their normal tone. You collapsed into Sam's arms and he made sure to hold you tightly, still mumbling apologies with his eyes glossy with tears.

“Why did you do this?” He repeated, over and over. He didn't know if he wanted to kill you or hug you so he decided for the latter. He hugged your frame, pressing your head against his chest with a trembling hand and giving light kisses over it.

His other hand pressed your back against him, making your whole body stay in contact with his. His knees hurt on the hard ground but nothing compared to the pain he felt in his heart. He felt helpless.

You opened your eyes to look up at him, a faint smile on your face. You lifted a hand up to his cheek and took a very good look at the handsome man you loved. He was crying but he always looked beautiful, no matter how.

At your touch he closed his eyes, guilt spreading through his body. He touched his forehead to yours, making you close your eyes until you spoke up.

“I did this because I love you” You said and he opened his mouth to protest. You gave him a look, saying you weren’t done. “I love you too much to see you die and I know you can keep going if I die, you are one of the strongest men I know. You’re smart, you’re brave and you went through so much that I can’t let you give it up because of me. And you know I would never, ever, let you take responsibility over this and I don’t want you to blame yourself, this was my choice”

“I can’t– I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry I got you into this, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you–” You stopped him with a kiss and he sighed sadly, his hands wrapping around you tighter as if you would disappear at any second. You felt horrible but at the same time relieved. Relieved that if anything happened, Sam would live.

“Don’t say that” You whisper against his lips. “Don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault. This is on me.” You say as you pull slowly away to look into his eyes, the mix of colors hypnotizing you. You felt like you could see every ounce of his soul through those eyes and it was filled with sadness.

Sam was angry, not at you, at himself. The moment he saw the hellhound die above you, bathing you in its blood he knew it was over, that you wouldn’t back away but still he blamed himself. If I were quicker. If I were smarter. The words ran around in his brain. When he looked at you he saw yet another one of those he loved dead. Another corpse that hung over his shoulder.

“We can do this, I can do this. I’m strong enough” You said. Sam knew you were strong but this was beyond you. This was God and Demons and Heaven and Hell. This was biblical and nothing like the things you faced before. He was scared.

“I know you are but what if I’m not?” He asks and you wait for him to continue. “What if I’m not strong enough to let you go if it comes to it?”

“You’ll have to be. If not for yourself, for me. Keep going for me” You reply with a soft look and a slight smile that made Sam choke on a sob and smash his lips against yours.

This kiss was filled with different emotions. Sadness, grief and guilt were poured into it but yet so much love. So, so much.

You didn’t get a verbal answer from Sam but you got plenty of information from the kiss. I’ll try, for you.

And that was enough.

A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing, feedback makes those writings better. Thank you for reading, Xoxo.

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[97linelover]

Unspoken words - Choi Seungcheol

18+ / mdi

summary: when your boyfriend comes back home after an fight, you did not expect your world falling apart.

content: idolxseungcheol , non idol reader, cheating, angst, crying, talking about other woman, fight, no happy end!

wc: 1.1k

a/n: decided to publish my first angsty fic, please remember English is not my mother language.

With heavy steps, Cheol walked through the quiet apartment. "Baby? Y/N?" His voice was shaky and full of regret, the light was dimmed, and the TV was running. He walked into the living room to find you cuddled in the thick white fluffy blanket you always used to cuddle.

He wanted to kiss you awake; he wants to tell you how much he loves you like he always does when he comes home late, but within the night he lost that right to do it. 

You fell asleep with concern written all over your face. He knows it because it happened far too often in the last few weeks. 

"Cheol?" Your sleepy voice brought him back to reality. "Y/N" he breathless said you threw the blanket off your body. "I was so scared, Cheol" you whispered. "It was pouring, and we promised to never leave in a fight." He knows that if you talk longer, you will end up crying, and he does not want to make you cry. He never wants to make you cry or upset.

But he will destroy your pure loving soul within seconds. 

"I'm sorry for being so bitchy, work has just been too much lately, and with you being away for Promo, I just felt tired, and then the rumor just brought me over the edge; the fear took over me, the fear of not being enough" you tried to play it cool, to play it cool that you really felt insecure next to Jihyo.

Seungcheol just listened; his heart broke with every word you said, and the love in your eyes when you looked at him was still fully there. "Y/N" his voice brought you back, and you looked at him. He rarely uses your full name, he always uses nicknames. 

"Cheol, what's wrong" you furrowed your eyebrows. "Can you please take out your phone" you followed his request. "Go to Twitter, please" His voice was weak, and you felt weird, you felt like puking. 

There was this gut in your stomach that made you feel unwell, you opened the app you downloaded to see the newest stuff about your boyfriend.

But there was no exciting news, there was nothing good at all, you swiped through the news tears already welling in your eyes. 

There he was. 

Your boyfriend of 6 Years, kissing her, Jihyo, the woman you were afraid of.

"Y/N" he whispered trying to explain himself. "It was just a kiss right?" You locked your phone, your voice weak "It was just a kiss; mistakes can happen" you said with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, your hands were shaking, and you felt like someone pushed a knife into your chest.

"It was not only a kiss" he said, and you squeezed your eyes shut. 

He cheated on you, the man you were sure he was your endgame cheated. 

"you fucked?" you said bluntly, your voice not the having the familiar warmth in it that he loved, and he shook his  head, "what did you do?". 

"Is it important?" he whispered, "Yes, Seungcheol it is. I want to know what could possibly be worth it to throw this relationship into the trash" you were braver than you would've thought. 

"We were at a club after our fight, and I drank too much, and then we landed inside the bathroom, and she sucked me off, and I got her off," and that was your breaking point. 

You took some steps back because you felt disgusted by him "please, I did not plan this" he whispered. "I was angry because of our fight, but I did not plan this" you scoffed "But you did, you went out after I poured out my heart to you, after I told you about my insecurities about her, and you go out and cheat on me with her" You felt the tears running down your cheek.

"you broke my entire trust, god I was so dumb, this was the reason we had our fight in the first place... and now it came true" you walked past him "you probably wanted her for a long time" you walked into the shared bedroom "No, I don't even want her now , I was not thinking straight, you're all I ever wanted" 

"Leave" you said with so much venom that he felt cold all of a sudden. He knew it was over; he knew there was nothing to fight for; he knew your past with your dad cheating on your mom; he knew about your insecurities, but he still decided not to give a fuck about it. 

"I will stay at Chan's place" he said quietly, and you sobbed. "I don't care, get the fuck out" he closed the door behind him, and you fell down to the floor. 

He did not even apologize.

He did not even fight. 

In the same night you packed your bags and went to a hotel, you felt like everything you believed in was fake.

You ignored every message he sent you, every page you followed, you unfollowed. 

You texted the members that it is for the best if you do not stay in touch, that you could not act like they aren´t together most of the times, you did not know that the members made sure that he knew how he messed up. 

And when Seungcheol texted you that the apartment was sold it was your time to gather all of your remaining stuff, he said he is at practice so you used the key to open the place you once called home.  But when you heard the TV running, you felt all the color leaving your face. You found all the stuff in boxes, some with your name, some with his. 

"Cheol?" you asked "yes, It's me, I m sorry I broke my ankle and I cant go to practice" his voice was weak. You walked towards the living room. "Oh.. how are you feeling?" you asked weakly, and he smiled "It would be a lie to say good; I did this myself," he shrugged. "I lost the love of my life, and now I can't even do my fucking job" At the mention of you, you felt like crying. 

"Everything happens for a reason; maybe in the end we were not meant to be, even if we thought we were perfect" You felt the tears once again. 

"I deeply loved you, fuck I was ready to spend my forever with you, but when I look at you all I see is pain and disappointment, Cheol, but it's okay because in the end I need to do what makes me happy, and you're no longer a part of that" this broke him completely.

You heard him sob, and you tried to ignore this ripping pain in your chest.

You turned around, "I wish you the best Seungcheol, I really do" you grabbed your stuff and walked out of his life.

There were so many words left unspoken.

#seventeen angst #svt angst #seventeen #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #au #svt au #scoups

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

History Repeats Itself

masterlist

note: first jess one-shot!!! (and i'm actually proud of it???) also i say their baby is one but i don't know babies to well so if she's too advanced for a one year old, just cut me some slack

warnings: teen pregnancy, food/eating

word count: 4.7 k

♡ summary: Being a teen mom is hard but without any help it's even harder, after saving up enough she can finally move to Stars Hollow to be closer to her baby's father

♡ Jess Mariano x reader

request ✓

The bus ride down was long, and it only got worse as 1-year-old Caroline woke up from her nap and decided to let everyone know of the inconvenience. Finally after the long months of working and saving up she had enough to move to Stars Hollow, unlike Jess who had a parent to send them and an uncle to stay with, she saved up and made it happen. She wanted Caroline to be around her father, and she wanted to be close to Jess.

And Y/n’s always loved the idea of a small town, a place where you felt safe, a place she would feel safe raising her child in, a place that wasn’t $2,500 a month for a closet. Here she could give her daughter a lot more, here she would have a support system in Jess and Luke. Unlike what her parents would give her.

By this point in the bus route it was only the mother and daughter and a couple strays, she saw the messy haired boy sitting on a park bench close to the bus stop, of course he had his nose in a book. She started packing up Caroline’s stuff, tucking her blanket and toys in the basket of the stroller.

When she got to the bus doors, Jess quickly made his way to help her lift the stroller down the steps, when the stroller was once again on the ground Jess squats down getting face to face with his little girl, “Hey, Care!” “Daddy!” He lifted her up by her armpits. When the little girl was out of her seat and in her dad’s arms, her mom stacked their bags on the seat.

“Hi! You’re so big! Really she is. She’s growing up so fast.” “Well she can walk way more stable now. No more scaring, mommy that you’ll fall if I look away for a second.” She says the last sentence in baby voice while she tickles the girl’s belly to make her giggle and their foreheads to rest on each other’s.  

“So you gonna show us around?!” “‘Around’?” They continued their walk around the gazebo area, walking towards Luke’s. 

“This is it, that's the record shop, that’s the bookstore, that's Luke’s, and that’s all you need to know.” “Well where’s the bank, I might need to rob it later.” “You’ll find a job. And if you don’t then work at Luke’s, he could do with the time off then maybe he’d get off everyone’s backs.” “He’s probably stressed with you always causing trouble.” “Me? Trouble? Nooo, I’m a peach.”

-

Jess had the baby today since Y/n was off to find a job, her first stop was the most promising. Luke let her know that a friend of his needed extra staff at their Inn for an event that was coming up, someone who could be an assistant of sorts. So after wearing her most capable looking top, and best fitting jeans. She kissed Caroline’s check and yelled goodbye to Luke and Jess as she began her walk.

When she walked inside she saw a man at the front desk on the phone. Waiting to ask for directions, she hung around the man’s desk, busying herself with some pamphlet. She couldn't help but listen to the man’s angry English in his french accent.

Suddenly he hung up the phone and got back to writing whatever he was writing, without looking up and with an annoyed tone said, “Yes?” “I was looking for Lorelei, I’m here for-” “The assistant job, yes.. Follow me.” He walked quickly to wherever it was they were going, mumbling along the way, “Of course, an assistant. Just what we need around here. Not like I don’t already do most of the work around here.”

He opened the door for them, it ended up being the kitchen they were now in. A tall woman holding a to-go coffee cup that said ‘Luke’s’ on it and a shorter woman in an apron fighting with a scruffy man about vegetables, which look to be parsnips. 

“The mini-you is here.” “One little comment, Micheal. I’m not saying you’re incapable. I just want more help with organising events so I focus on planning!” “Whatever.” Turning on his heels, Micheal walked out the doors making his way back to his desk. 

“So you’ve met Micheal! Sorry, we usually don’t let him around the new people but we're a little short-staffed. Let’s head to the dining room.”

They sat down at a table in the dining room, Lorelei asked all the important questions, and Y/n was perfect, now she was just asking the things she’ll tell Sookie later when the woman asks about the new hire.

Taking a sip of her sixth coffee this morning Lorelei asked, “So, are you new to town? I haven’t seen you around before.” The girl was stirring milk into her second coffee as she responded, “Yeah, I am. I just moved here with my um- my daughter, closer to her dad so…” 

Since it was of course the time most adults got horrified, thought she was a bad kid, and though she didn’t get that vibe from Lorelei, it was at least bound to shock her. “You’re daughter? How old are you? Wait- I know, it’s on your resume. I mean- I’m, deja vu y’know? Abba did say ‘the history books on the shelf are always repeating themselves’.” 

She must have seen the confused look on the young girl and explained, “I had my daughter when I was sixteen.. And came here to get a job, so just getting major deja vu. Well then, since I know what you’re going through, I won’t put you through the short mental torture of waiting for a call I was gonna do and just tell you you got the job.” “Oh, thank you! I really need this, I can’t thank you enough.” “Just change her name to Lorelei and we’ll call it even.” “deal.” Those two would get along great, much to Luke’s misfortune.

-

Y/n sat at the counter with Caroline in front of her sitting on the counter while she played with her mother’s hair. Jess was filling up cups of coffee and serving customers while he listened to Y/n’s words.

“So until you go back to school, you’ll have Caroline during the day here and when I’m done work I’ll take her.” “No, you’ll never have a break. After work you go to your house, relax then grab her after dinner.” 

Jess may have this ‘I only care about myself’ attitude but that never included Caroline and Y/n, he’d kill for either of them at any given moment. He always put them first. If thought Y/n needed a break, she was getting a break whether she wanted it or not. 

Just as the girl was going to thank him she was interrupted by another girl around their age coming to sit down at the counter, two over from her. 

“I have the book you lent me.” She said, unknowingly interrupting the conversation since Jess was facing the coffee machine to make a new batch when she sat down. “Oh, thanks.” He muttered, notably not turning to face her.

On the inside Jess felt guilty. Why did he feel guilty? He didn’t do anything, he and Y/n weren’t together, nevermind the fact that all he did was lend Rory a book. As friends. Because they’re friends. But nonetheless it almost felt like cheating. Jess and Y/n may not be together officially but that didn’t mean that they both didn’t love each other. And not just because they were the parents to a beautiful little girl. Jess had always wanted more, he’d let the girl know that more than a handful of times, and she let him know it wasn’t unrequited, yet something always came between them.

You’d think having a baby together would bring them closer, and in some ways it did; they trusted each other more. But they also fought more and being the dumb teenagers they were, they didn’t have the emotional ability to move past that and build the relationship they both wanted. And then when they felt they were ready to, Jess was sent to live with his uncle. Just another fork in the road. But now they were living in the same town and had a good system, and people to support them. It was the perfect time, everything was going right, they could feel all the feelings that never really left resurfacing.

“Okay, I have to get to work. You’ve got her?” “Yeah.” “Bye, baby, I love you. I’ll see you in a little bit, but you get to spend all day with daddy.” “Bye-bye, mommy!” 

She said bye to Jess after she walked around the counter and handed him Caroline, muttering a small ‘go see, daddy’ that Rory most definitely heard.

When the door finally chimed shut Rory shot up to follow Jess to the table he was now setting Caroline up at. She watched his gentle movements as he readjusts her shirt and places crayons and paper in front of her, which she got right into scriballing away. 

“She’s yours?” “Yeah.” “.. So that girl is your girlfri-" "I’ve got work to do.” 

-

The warm atmosphere of the dinner is a stark contrast to the cold winter air. Noticing Jess and Caroline are nowhere to be seen she assumes they were upstairs and makes her way up the stairs. Half-way up the flight of stairs she could hear her little girl’s loud giggles. She quietly opens the door to see Jess holding Caroline above his head, as if she was flying.

When she first got pregnant everyone told her Jess wouldn’t be a good dad, that she can’t rely on him for anything. God were they wrong. She doesn’t think it’s possible for her baby to have a better person as a dad. She sadly doesn’t get to watch the scene for much longer as she’s spotted by little Caroline.

“Mommy! I see daddy ‘morrow?” “Yes, you get to be with daddy all day tomorrow too.” “Yay!”

As the conversation between them goes on, Jess lets his little girl plant her feet back on the ground and starts collecting some things she’ll need during the night before she comes back here tomorrow, he then starts getting Caroline’s shoes on her feet. While Y/n sits on the couch next to their little girl.

“So who was that girl this morning?” “Who?” 

Jess always did this, it was a tell tale sign that he didn’t want to talk about it, but that’s never stopped Y/n before. “You know who.” Of course having to be difficult, Jess gives her a fake confused look, as if he’s never met another girl in his life. 

“The one returning your book.” “Oh, that girl.” “Yeah, that girl.” “She’s nobody.” “So you just lend books to ‘nobody’s now?” “Care, where’s Mr.Wiggle?” The girl lets out a gasp and reaches out for Jess to help her off the couch, when he does she runs into the closet where she previously hid while playing hide and seek a couple hours earlier. 

“What? Don’t want Care to hear about her new step-mom?” “Don’t call her that.” “What? Care? Only you can call her that?” “No, don’t call Rory Care’s ‘step-mom’.” “Rory! I get her name!” 

Jess was a quiet guy, but not this quiet, especially not with Y/n. He didn’t want to talk about Rory, maybe because it was weird talking about another girl with your baby momma. And yes it was weird for Y/n too, but for a completely different reason, she assumes. She liked Jess, and has since before she even knew about Caroline.

“C’mon, Jess, it’s me. I want you to be happy.” Sure Rory made him happy, but only because she was the only friend he had here, it wasn’t the way Y/n made him happy. Before he could deny for words again Caroline came back running into the room with her stuffie in her hands. Having already said her goodbyes, she opened the door and walked out.

“Caroline, wait hun! I think you should go for it Jess.”

She walked out the door, closing it behind her, leaving Jess to stare at where she disappeared. He decided to take her advice, just maybe not the way she meant it

-

Y/n helped Caroline pack more snow onto their snowman. Caroline wanted to do it after she heard Luke complaining about town events again, he stopped complaining when he saw how excited the girl was. They had Mr.Wiggles off the side learning against the tree, using him as a reference. 

“Mommy, no. Mr.Wiggles has more hair.” 

Caroline was getting very comfortable ordering her mother around, but in this instance Y/n let it slide, poking more sticks on the top of the snowman’s head to mimic Mr.Wiggle’s spiky hair. 

“That’s good!”

Lorelei and Rory were just one snowman down, both told Caroline they thought she would win and encouraged her before she even started. Since they were so close, they could hear the scene that had just played out. 

“Tough age, wait till you get to the terrible twos. ‘No’ is all you’ll hear.” Lorelei said, kindly as her and her own daughter walked past them. Y/n let out a laugh at the comment before she asks, “You guys done already?” “No, but after Michelangelo over there busted out the power buffer, and when Caroline busts out her cuteness, what chance do we have?” “I see your point.” “So off to Luke’s we go.” “We’ll see you there in a bit.”

-

Y/n was standing talking to one of the decorators when she saw Lorelei and Sookie step out of the kitchen, quickly finishing her directions she wrote down a note on her clipboard then made her way to meet them at the entrance of the dining room.

When Sookie sees her, she asks, “What’re we looking at today?” Sookie was really fun to work with, like Lorelei she was very chill as a boss, but Sookie was also so kind and always took it upon herself to make sure Y/n has eaten and that her and Caroline are taken care of. She could tell the woman was going to make an amazing mother.

“This is last on the list.” She replied, after she took a quick glance at her clipboard, then continued, “We’ve got trumpets, the madrigal singers-” “Sorry to interrupt, but I’m not playing squire of Bracebridge.” 

Sookie and Lorelei must have finally told Jackson to play the squire, they told her earlier in the week that they were playing to ask at the last moments so he had to. It was a flawless plan, especially when Jackson can’t say no to Sookie.

She saw that Lorelei and Sookie were just ignoring him, so she played along and continued down her list, “All the servers are lined up. This is just for the recorder players and harpists.” She stopped at the recorder players and let Lorelei talk to them, “Hi. Lay some on us, guys.” 

The two recorder players played the soft tube they were going to come accustomed to in the next few days. The three of them shared positive looks and when their playing came to an end, Sookie said, “Hey, you cats really know how to blow those things.” Lorelei continued Sookie’s comment by saying, “You’ve got the gig. Y/n here will call you later with the details. Thanks.” 

Recorder players started packing their things, Jackson started again on the fact that he wouldn’t play the squire, and the three women continued to ignore him.

“When do the quests arrive?” “Thursday at four on their own jet.” “After buying out the whole inn.”

“Must be nice to have money.” Y/n added, checking off and writing down more notes on her clipboard.

“You know what struck me today?” “-Was it the fact that I am not the squire?-""We’re crazy for doing this.” “We’re beyond crazy.” It did feel crazy, Lorelei told her they’d never done a function this big before and that’s the reason they hired more help. Like her, but also that they were planning to do a lot more big things like this, more weddings, and such. 

“We’re ‘Anne Heche speaking her secret language to god and looking for the spaceship in Fresno’ kinda crazy.” “Oquinis no-goodo noto.” Sookie said, causing Y/n add, “Il ecnatra dos guidan.”

Their nonsense was once again interrupted by Jackson, “And spring this on me at the last minute too. I mean, that’s just manipulative.” Suddenly a cook pops his head out of the kitchen, saying calmly, “Sookie- fire!”

Sookie rolled her eyes softly, this happened far too often, before saying, “I gotta get back in the kitchen. You guys handle the harps?” Both women nodded and replied in unison, “You got it.” 

“Alright. I’ll do it. I’ll play squire Bracebridge if that’s what you want.” Everyone knew he would cave eventually. Sookie patted his arm and said a quick, “Thanks, sweetie.” before walking back into the kitchen to hopefully deal with the fire. “As long as it’s not just because I fit the costume.” Jackson looked back at Lorelei and Y/n, Lorelei had a grin on her face while Y/n wore a tight-lipped smile. “It’s because I fit the costume, isn’t it?” He followed after Sookie.

Lorelei put her arm around Y/n and led them to the harpist, “Go ahead.” The harpist played the same tune as the two recorder players. But just as the woman started, Lorelei got a call. She patted Y/n’s arm, “I have to take this, you handle the harpist.”

The girl tried to stay calm, nodding her head and going back to listening to the music. Lorelei trusted her, yes it wasn’t a big job by any means, but still it was a step into a bigger role down the line.

-

The next day, Sookie and Y/n had all the waiters/performers in the dining room going over what their job was. And teaching them the old English words to use for things.

Sookie was just telling Rune that he couldn’t just talk like an old man whe Lorelei came in with a disappointed look on her face, and let them know the dinner was off.

The three women, as well as Rory and Caroline were now sitting at a table at Luke’s, Caroline was happily eating her pancakes, plain just as she liked and completely unaware of the collective disappointment of the group.

Lorelei has really welcomed Y/n into her life. She may not be Jess’s biggest fan, but she would always help another teen mom out. Especially since she sees so much of herself in Y/n. She’s grown to really love the girl in the short time they’ve known each other. And aftering hearing Y/n didn’t have her family in her life she was more than happy to help and maybe become that family for her one day. Just like Mia did for her.

“I’ve got 30 pounds of aged beef, trays and trays of trout, mountains of prune tarts. I diced pumpkins until my hands turned orange. I’ve got pumpkin hands!” Sookie showed the table her hands, it apparently caught Caroline’s attention since she grabbed Sookie’s right hand and held it in her left while she continued eating. Sookie lets her hand rest in the little girl’s while she freaks out more and asks Lorelei, “How can you stay so calm?” “There’s nothing we can do about it.” 

Rory was just as upset, mostly because she knew how hard her mother worked on the planning, “I can’t believe they got snowed in.” Y/n hasn’t told Jess, but she’s become pretty close to Rory, the girl sometimes comes to the Inn and helps around and Rory’s become kinda her only friend, that was until Rory invited her to the record store with Lane. After that day she had two friends. 

After knowing Rory more, she realised how much she and Jess have in common, and even though Rory has a boyfriend she can tell there’s an attraction to Jess she’s trying so hard to hide. 

Y/n zoned out for a moment, looking outside, she was upset that the first event she helped organise wouldn’t even happen. She was broken from her stare out the window from Caroline jumping in place while sitting on her mom’s lap, the cause of which was Luke coming to the table. 

“You girls want anything besides coffee?” He asked, adding on with a pat on the girl’s head, “Or pancakes?” “Hey, what about Luke?” “What about him?” “He eats, and Jess eats. Doesn’t Jess eat?” Sookie directs the question at Y/n, before the girl could say anything Luke cuts her off, “What’s she doing?” “I think she’s inviting you for dinner.”

Getting distracted while trying to convince Luke to come to dinner, the four decide to still put on the dinner for the town. Like an out of control slumber-party.

-

The dinner was going great, the secret amazing part of inviting the town was that Y/n and Caroline could actually meet everyone. Miss. Patty and Babette loved Y/n and Caroline (mostly Caroline), Caroline loved Kirk, and everyone loved that Caroline could do whatever she wanted and Talor wouldn’t say anything. And Y/n got to meet Paris after all the stories she’s heard.

Caroline and Y/n were in line for the horse drawn carriage rides, when Caroline saw her favourite person, Lane. “Laney! I ride with you!” Lane, before agreeing, made eye contact with Y/n to make sure it was okay. Y/n gave them the go ahead and helped Caroline get settled. After their carriage left she made her way to the next one. Telling the driver it’s just her.

It was nice to get a break from everything. It was quiet and peaceful. Well that was until Jess ran up and hopped on the carriage next to her. Without a word he put the blanket that was over the girl’s legs on his too. 

“I thought you and Care were going together.” “She’s one ahead, with Lane.” “Ahhh. Well it’s two to a sleigh no more, no less. So you were breaking the rules, you're welcome for saving you.” “You could have hurt yourself.” “Aw, you care about me.” “You are my baby's father.” 

She wished she just agreed with him. She didn’t just care for him because he was Caroline’s dad, and she doesn’t think she says it enough. But then again, maybe it would mess things up if she admitted that. But that decision was made for her.

“I’m touched.” “Jess. I don’t mean it like that. I care about you, Caroline or not.” 

Trying to change the topic to something she thought was more lighthearted, she says, “So, how are things with Rory?” “There are no things with Rory.” “C’mon, Jess, we can talk about this stuff-” “Why are you so insistent that I date Rory?” 

She wasn’t expecting that outburst. Not from Jess. He rarely ever yelled at her, and when he did it was always misplaced anger, never actually angry at her. This time it was her, it was what she said.

“I just want you to be happy-” “C’mon, Y/n. Be serious.” “I am. I want-” “If you want me to be happy so bad, why won’t you give me a chance?!” 

He turned his face to her, looking right into her eyes, she could see the hurt in his. Did she put it there?

“What’re you-” “Since we found out about Caroline, I’ve tried and tried to help you realise that I love you. And not how you mean ‘I love you’. I don’t love and care for you because we have a family and I have to. I love you, because I want to. I want to be with you. And I know it will be hard, but I’ll do the work.” 

If she had more social awareness at the pent she would have hated that the coachman heard all of that. But after what Jess said, the look in his eyes; that was so full of love. She felt like it was just them two in the world. No, that it was just their little family in the whole world. He and Caroline were all she would ever need.

“I love you too, Jess. I have for so long, long before Caroline, but I thought you wouldn’t want to be tied down to me, especially after I had Caroline, that any sign I thought you gave me was all in my head.” “It’s not.” 

He brought her in closer to him, an arm around her shoulders and when her arms wrapped around his waist he left a kiss on the crown of her head. The small kiss brought her eyes up to him, which led to their first real kiss in one year and nine months. 

His lips were softer than she remembered, but they still fit into hers as if they never left.

She broke away from their reuniting kiss to place her head in the crook of his neck, wanting nothing more than to be close to him.

“My mom didn’t want me to come home.” She took her head out of his neck to look at him fully. They were always that person for each other, the one you can tell your problem to and they knew when to help and when listening was enough. Right now, she knew listening was enough.

“I’m sorry, Jess.” “It’s fine. Just sucks.” “I know. Well, Care and I will always want you to come home.” After her words, he brought her closer than before. She was always just what he needed. 

Wanting to change the subject, Jess nodded his head to the snowman Y/n and Caroline built. “It’s good.” “What?” “Your snowman, well Caroline’s snowman I'm sure she’d want me to say.” “You know which one’s ours?” “Definitely shows her personality… It kinda looks like Mr.Wiggles.” “That’s what we were going for. But everyone thinks the one on the end is going to win.” “Really? It’s so overdone.” “I agree.” “You and Care’s should win.” “Agree again.”

-

The dinner was filled with Jess and Luke confused at what exactly was in the food, Jess and Y/n trying their best to keep Caroline sat which about half an hour in they gave up and just let her walk around the lobby, as well as saying hello and talking to everyone at the table. Having an interesting conversation with Mrs.Kim about grace, ‘helping’ Kirk by sitting on his rolling food cart, and even talking with Paris for a while. 

Overall it was a great night. Even better when Jess, Y/n, and Caroline got to their shared room, putting Caroline asleep together for the first time in a while. And falling to sleep in the same bed together, holding each other, listening to each other’s breaths, as well as Caroline’s. Everything was just how they both always secretly wanted. And now get to have openly and freely. 

- 

In the morning Y/n got up early since she was technically working, and she still was when Luke, Jess, and Caroline left to open the diner for the day. It was around noon when Y/n finally left, walking to Luke’s to spend the day with her two favourite people. Which was when she saw Michelangelo’s snowman fallen to a large pile of snow on the ground.

She didn’t even have to think for a second to know that Jess did it. Sometimes he did the weirdest things to show his love.

The bell rang as she pushed open the door, she sat down next to Caroline, saying ‘good morning’ and getting one back before she made her way to the counter.

“I saw what you did.” “What’d I do?” “Caroline will be happy she won.” “Anything if my girl’s win.”

#jess mariano #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano x fem!reader #jess mariano x female reader #jess mariano x y/n #gilmore girls #gilmore girls fic #milo ventimiglia #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #emily gilmore #teen mom!reader #teen mom

[happilyhertale]

Heated homecoming - Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

Summary: After waiting more than a year for your husband to return, you can hardly wait to feel his closeness again.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW;

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.9 k

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You stand angry in front of your husband.

You are breathing heavily and the reverberation of the vase breaking on the wall still echoes.

Daemon looks at you. You can't quite place his gaze, but this is not how you imagined his return. He was gone for a whole year and you wanted nothing more than for him to return.

But when he finally came back, it seemed more important for him to drink and celebrate with his men.

"So now you're angry because I didn't embrace you immediately upon my return? I was fighting a battle, y/n. I don't have time for trivial things like a embrace," he snaps at you, "I thought you'd be proud of the man who came back. But all you've shown me is how little you really care about me. You only care about what I can do for you."

Your answer sticks in your throat, disbelief and pain are written on your face.

You clear your throat, "Very well... Pardon me for needing your embrace after you've been gone for over a year," you say with a defiant undertone.

"But I'm proud of you. I always have been. And I always will be," you add.

"And no worries, I'll never ask for anything as trivial as being embraced by my husband," you say, and the annoyance can be tasted pathetically in your tone.

You turn around and leave Daemon behind. You walk to the other side of your chambers, towards your bed.

But before you can react, you feel Daemon grab you and pull you onto the bed with him. In a sweeping motion, the mattress catches you and cushions your impact. Daemon sits on top of you and pushes you further into the mattress with your back. You still see anger in his eyes, but something else spreads in his gaze. Is it desire? Lust? Or rather a bit of everything?

"Why are you making such a big deal about this? I came back, and the first thing you do is bitch... This is not how a decent wife behaves…" he hisses, "Don't you believe I missed you too? How much I wanted to hold you in my arms?". But with every word, you feel his voice becoming permeated with longing.

You move under Daemon, trying to free yourself from his grip.

"No..." you say angrily, and with all your strength you lean against his weight. You manage to roll him off you – but that's probably more because he gives in. Daemon drops into bed beside you.

"Because you make me feel like it's reprehensible to miss you and want to be in your arms," you say to him.

"I can hardly believe you wanted to hold me," you say.

"But, now I don't care. I don't want to be held by you anymore," you say, a little offended.

Daemon grabs your arm, but his grip almost becomes gentle as he turns you to face him, so that you are looking into his face.

"Don't lie to me. You want to be in my arms more than anything. You miss everything about me. You miss my embrace. You miss my kisses."

His other hand begins to gently caress your cheek as his raspy voice rises softly, "And most of all, you miss my touch."

"I don't like you...", I whisper as you try to avoid his gaze.

It seems as if your emotions are fighting a wild battle inside you. You feel anger lurking inside you, but also a desire spreading through you.

"You hurt me. You said I was selfish just because I long to be in your arms... I'm not selfish, I just missed you," you say, still avoiding his gaze.

His thumb gently strokes your cheek. For a moment, no one says a word. Your words echo over and over in his head. Suddenly he kisses you. With a gentle movement, he turns your head and his lips cup yours.

"But I want this. I want to hold you in my arms," he whispers between kisses, "No matter what I say or do, you're what I'm looking for."

His hand begins to gently glide over your skin. From your cheek down to your neck. His hand grips the back of your neck as his thumb glides over your collarbone.

"On the Stepstones, I've longed for you at night. Your soft body as it nestled against mine," he whispers in your ear. You feel his soft breath as his lips graze your ear. "In battle, I was distracted almost throughout because you kept capturing my thoughts..." he breathes, "but now I finally have you in my arms again... I missed this," he almost grumbles the ending, sending a shiver down your spine.

You turn your head slightly, feeling the arousal between your legs, but you try to concentrate. But your womanhood has had to go almost a year without his touch and is rebelling against your efforts. You bite your lip lightly.

"Why didn't you say that when you returned?" you whisper.

Again his lips find yours.

"Because you wanted me to embrace you first. You wanted me to come home and rush to you. You wanted me to come home and be thrilled by your presence," he whispers softly.

His hand wanders slowly between your breasts. But his fingers make no move to spend any more time on your breasts. Gently they move over the fabric of your nightgown to your belly. You are sure that your wetness must run down your thighs.

"I wanted you to want that too. I wanted you to receive me at the door and embrace me like you couldn't believe I'd come back. I wanted to be on the receiving end," he continues whispering.

"But... But I rushed to you..." you try to say convincingly without revealing your arousal.

"When I heard you were back... the first thing I did was run through the keep to find you," you stammer a little.

You feel his lips turn to your neck. His teeth nibbling at your soft skin. His fingers leave light circular movements on your pubic mound, only your nightgown prevents direct contact. You are convinced that you could reach your peak at any moment. Your breathing becomes heavier.

"You were looking for me and complaining because I didn't come to you directly... I expected you to meet me with joy and show me how much you missed me. Instead, you're complaining because you didn't get a embrace, " Daemon says softly, not even remotely aroused like you are – 'Bastard,' you think to yourself.

Again his lips turn to your neck as his fingers slowly begin to push up your nightgown. You whimper slightly and bite your lip, to suppress it. But your womanhood betrays you again and throbs almost unbearably.

"Tell me again that you wanted me to come home," he whispers seductively against your neck, "Tell me that you missed me."

As he whispers against your neck, his finger runs through your folds. You squeeze your eyes shut and gasp.

"I... I have.. you... I missed you," you stammer.

You bite your lip harder.

His fingers come to a stop at your clit, start leaving firm movements on it.

"Tell me you longed to feel me. To feel my touch," he whispers, his voice filling with lust now too.

His fingers move faster on your clit, as if by themselves, and you feel the warmth spreading through your lower belly. You close your eyes and breathe heavily.

"I've missed you so much... I have longed for you... I have missed your touch... please... Daemon..." you moan lightly as your wetness coats his fingers.

Now he is kissing you. Your tongues meet and dance around each other. You moan into his mouth as his fingers slide all over your folds again, spreading your wetness. Your legs spread to give him better access.

"I've missed you. Every night when I lay in my tent, I thought of you and wondered if you would miss me. Remembered the touch of your skin, the feel of your hair," he whispers seductively in your ear, "And when I closed my eyes, I was in our bed, touching you just like that."

He inserts a finger inside you and you moan. You close your eyes again, enjoying the long-lost sensation.

He starts to guide his finger deeper into you, his movements getting faster and faster. He feels your walls begin to clench around his finger.

"I wanted this moment so badly. And I want you to know how much I've missed you. How much you mean to me," he says, visibly aroused.

You moan out loud, "Daemon... I can't hold back..." you whimper as you feel the pressure spreading in your womb, as you continue to clench around his finger.

"Then don't do it," he whispers in his raspy voice in your ear.

And that pushes you over the edge. You moan, your wet walls clenching uncontrollably.

"Daemon," you moan as your climax floods your body.

"Gods... Daemon... I've missed you... I missed this..." you stammer as you grab his biceps and pull him to you. Your lips meet and you breathe heavily.

He chuckles softly, "You've never come on my fingers that fast," he whispers against your lips.

You smile slightly, unable to say anything. Your breathing is still heavy as Daemon kisses you again. His finger starts to move again after a short pause. Gently it slides in and out and you whimper in response.

"I want you to find pleasure in this. I want to make up for what we missed," he whispers against your lips.

Gently he pulls his finger out of you and you whimper again as you feel the sudden emptiness. In one elegant movement, he lies down on top of you and gently caresses your face, sliding his fingers down your neck.

You feel his hard length pressing against you. How it twitches slightly as Daemon starts kissing your neck again, rubbing his hard arousal lightly against you. You bite your lip. The feel of the firm fabric of his trousers and his hard arousal almost makes you go crazy.

"Daemon..." you whisper impatiently, closing your eyes.

He watches you as you bite your lip and lets his hands slide down your thigh.

"You want me?" he breathes seductively against your neck, "You've waited so long for this. And now you can finally have me."

You can only nod and start moving your hips in rhythm with his. His lips find yours again and you feel him moan softly. His hand continues to slide between your thighs.

His fingers still feel your wetness from your previous peak.

You moan out, "Oh Daemon..." you whisper as he leans his head further down, nibbling at the sensitive part of your neck and leaving kisses as his fingers caress your wet folds.

Without hesitation, he thrusts two fingers inside you. Your walls are still loose from your previous peak and receive his fingers without difficulty.

You moan again as his fingers thrust into you faster. Impatiently, you let your fingers slide down his firm belly. You start to open his trousers, eager to feel him.

Daemon moans seductively as you reach into his trousers and start stroking him. Your fingers embrace his cock and you let them slide up and down again and again.

Daemon straightens up and grunts briefly when he sees your hand sliding down his length.

He starts to take off his pants, "Y/n, you're about to find out how much I've missed you," he whispers to you in his deep voice, "But first... you should put your legs over my shoulders"

Your cheeks flush slightly as you hear his request.

"Daemon..." you say softly.

He kneels in front of you and grabs the back of your knees. With one movement, he pulls you closer to him. Your ass cheeks rest against his thighs as he pulls your legs towards his torso. You feel your moisture gathering between your thighs, in full anticipation.

You feel his big hands on your hips and how he grips you tightly. He starts to move his hips and his hard member slides through your folds again and again. As the tip of his cock rubs your clit, you moan. Your moan quickly becomes a whimper as he repeats it. His cock is now covered in your wetness.

He smiles at you while he watch you surrender to his touch.

"Look at me, y/n," he says softly.

"This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it? A husband who wants you, longs for you? And someone who wants you to be happy and fulfilled and content," he grunts slightly.

He slides his hard member through your folds again, once slowly, then again.

You moan and whimper as he suddenly places himself in front of your entrance and penetrates you. Bit by bit your walls give way and make room for him.

After a year you are no longer used to the size of his manhood.

He thrusts slowly at first, letting his hips work slowly. He grunts as he looks down and sees him disappearing inside you. He can't hold back any more. His thrusts become faster - harder.

"Daemon," you whimper as your legs still lean against his torso.

Again he grunts out as he thrusts into his warm, wet home.

"Y/n," he gasps with a small smile. He grips your hips tighter and leans his weight more against you, pushing deeper inside you. You cry out. Every thrust hurts, but it feels so good.

"I've missed this. I've missed your body. I've missed the warmth of your cunt," he grunts, "But most of all, I've missed this... The way your cunt receives my cock."

You can't deny it, but his words have a direct effect on your arousal. As a result, your wetness gathers at the base of his cock.

Again he thrusts harder. Again you groan.

"Daemon..." you gasp, "Please... harder...", you whimper.

Daemon grunts loudly again. "Please, my... my dragon...", you stammer, his thrusts making it impossible for you to speak without interruption.

And then Daemon roars out and thrusts faster, almost as if in a frenzy. His hands dig deep into your hips, pulling you towards him again and again to meet his thrusts.

You cry out and moan.

"My greedy little wife," Daemon groans as he thrusts faster and harder. You are sure he is going to split you.

The power in his voice is obvious and his movements reflect his arousal.

"I'm here now to show you how much you belong to me, my little dragon," he grunts, "I won't stop until the last thought in your head is how great it is that you belong to me."

You grab his forearms, "Yes... I belong to you... My cunny has missed you Daemon... My dragon..." you whimper.

A dark laugh only sounds from him.

His fingers slide to your thighs, digging deep into your thighs as he presses them firmly against his torso. You feel the warmth spreading through your abdomen again. You close your eyes.

"No, open your eyes again," he gasps. You open them and whimper. His one hand moves to your abdomen, applying light pressure as his thrusts don't let up. With his thumb he teases your clit. And suddenly the pressure becomes almost unbearable.

"Daemon... I'm coming...", you cry out.

Your thighs begin to tremble as he still clutches them tightly.

He grunts loudly and thrusts even harder into you.

"Let go, my little dragon," he gasps, "Let go and let me fill you."

You cry out and moan as the second peak of the evening floods your body.

He grabs your thighs and spreads them in front of him. He thrusts hard a few more times until his thrusts become sloppier. Grunts mixed with groans sound from him.

You close your eyes and moan as he climaxes too, filling you with his seed. He grunts out loud and thrusts more gently.

His thrusts slowly subside and he breathes heavily. His eyes are closed and slowly he loosens his grip on your thighs. He lets them sink slowly.

The sound of your heavy breathing fills your chambers. Your eyes are closed and you feel your heart hammering wildly in your chest. You feel the mattress press down beside you and the warmth of Daemon's body appear beside you.

You turn to your side and snuggle up to him. And as always, he lifts his arm and lets you snuggle up to his side. You enjoy your own personal nest of cuddles, the warmth that envelops you when he puts his arm around you. As if he had never been away.

You are still breathing heavily, but so much pressure is gone from your bodies.

"I've missed you so much, my dragon... I've missed you so much..." you whisper again.

His eyes are still closed, but he smiles slightly.

He tilts his head slightly and gently kisses your hair.

"I've missed you so much," he whispers.

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[d34dlysinner]

hello, I hope you're well, I really loved your writing, but as I'm still not sure about certain blogs, I apologize if you don't write or I'm asking in the wrong way. Anyway, I would like to know what the kings' reaction would be to seeing MC sleeping on the couch after a heated argument? Feel free if you want to decline the request, and I apologize if there are any errors in English, thank you ✨

No worries, I do write 😭

I just take my time answering asks at the moment.

Your English is good btw! Thanks for liking my content!!

Satan and argument is probably the worst you'll experience. He wouldn't lay hands on you. He never would want to think of laying hands on you, but there will be screaming and running off to cool off. If he's very angry he'll take some time to cool off. It can even take a few days. Sometimes he would hear advice of others which can help him cool down. He at the end couldn't be very angry with you specifically. And after thinking how cute, and at the same time hot, you were he just needed to see you.

He returns to see you sleeping on the couch. He did sense that you were angry and he knew its because of the amount of time he took while cooling down, not even because of the argument anymore.

He likes it when your angry in general. Even now when it's directed at him. He doesn't feel the same anger anymore and just wanted to take you in his arms at that moment.

He joins you on the couch and shakes you awake. When you complained to him he just had to take a chance and ask.

"You want to vent your anger in a different way?"

You knew exactly what he was asking for and knew exactly that you being angry was arousing him too much.

But you felt some relief that he wasn't angry at you anymore as the problem of before was long forgotten.

Mammon would look at your tiny form on the couch. Asking himself why you would lie there of all places. It's very rare to fight with Mammon and when you do you both usually fix the problem and argument before sleeping.

The arguments most of the time would be you both disagreeing on something. Where you were more heated about the argument than he was. He had this demeanor where it seemed as if he wasn't taking you serious which makes things worse at times.

Seeing you sleep on the couch kind of was like a reality check for him. He would sigh before taking you to the bedroom so you can sleep on a actual comfortable bed instead of a couch.

In the morning he would apologise for acting nonchalantly about the problem and he'll cuddle a lot with you.

Leviathan would be by his own to cool himself after the argument. After a while of thinking he would walk around to search for where you were staying only to see you on the couch.

An argument with him could get very heated. It would be both of you trying to prove a point without seeing the other person's point of view. Or it would be something where you're very emotional and you both need some time to cool off because you don't want it to turn into a "screaming match".

After thinking about how wrong you were or how annoying you were Leviathan still had to admit that he should've listened to your reasoning before cutting you off multiple times.

When he saw you on the couch he sighed and woke you up so you both can try and listen to each other. After the talk he would embrace you and allows you to sleep peacefully in his bed coffin.

Beelzebub would look at you sleeping on fhe couch with a look of amusement pasted on his face.

An argument with him can start with just the way he says stuff. He can be nice, but he also can be very rude if he wants to. Normally he would do it in a joking matter, but at times he does forget to use a filter when he's being serious. He would either apologise later on or brush it off. At times he's happy that you don't take all his words to heart. He doesn't mean to scare you away after all.

When he returns to see you on the couch, still angry with him, he just snickered and joined you on the couch. He would hug you closely and kiss your forehead before apologising for his words.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb asks #whb satan #whb beel #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb thoughts #whb fanfic

[scribbledghost]

I have a suggestion for a promp!! ✋feel free to consider it if it fancies you, disregard if it doesn't 💕 i felt like it might interest you, bc I really loved the drabble about reader being on base and the alarm going off and her finally meeting ghost, so to say! i feel like you might like the vibe of this as well. idk how to word it well, but i love stories where the two whole different worlds of a couple meet/merge bc of A Situation which lays their differences bare, their consequent reaction to their so's/the situation at hand itself etc

i saw this super cute tiktok the other day of a couple, where the husband/bf? is trying to instill more safety awareness into his partner, he pretends to leave the house, closes the front door and even fakes his footsteps but then knocks on the door to see if his gf will automatically open up assuming its him or look thru the peephole to see who it is

she doesn't ask, and opens up right away (like most of us would do i mean lbr!!) and he berates her for it while she playfully waves it off as him being too paranoid and so serious (mannnn I wish I had it saved!!!) and idk i think was just such super cute moment and I could totally see simon and his so in this situation. Simon has more than his fair share of awareness of what could and does go wrong in the world and is determined to "train" his gf and give a safety drill whenever he sees the opportunity for it (he might even do so bc he is, unconsciously or not, trying to protect her from a fate his family faced because of him) but his gf is happily unaware of that dark side of the world and is like "🤷‍♀️aww but i just knew it was you babe besides im pretty sure nothing could get past you to get to me anyway💕💕" and he is both baffled bc of her casualness (she's a civilian but still), somewhat amused bc he can never get "mad" at her, it would be like getting mad at a puppy who doesn't get a trick right on the first try, and he feels his heart swell because she feels, she knows nothing would get past him to hurt her. he would die sooner than to have a hair on her head harmed (ok this got angsty real quick!!!🥹💕❤️)

🌻anon (also I am sorry for the wall of text omg!!! English isn't my first language so i guess I overcompensate to explain myself wow!! You are a gem in this fandom btw??? I honestly love how detailed your writing is. Quality work, top notch!👌😘💕)

Note: I have been staring at the last paragraph of this for the past five minutes because thank you so so much???? (Also your English is perfect I promise) it seriously means so much to me to hear people like my writing 🥺💖💖 But this definitely interests me! (Personally, I'm wildly paranoid about my own safety, so I'd definitely be checking that peephole every time lol but we're gonna disregard that)

"Love, you're gonna end up givin' me more gray hairs than I've already got."

"And why's that?"

Simon pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a huff. He's not angry - he doesn't think he could ever be angry at you (at least not for long) - but he's starting to wonder if you've got any self-preservation instincts at all.

This isn't the first time you've failed one of his many "safety tests," as you call them. From leaving your car unlocked while you're sitting in it to opening a window overnight when the weather permits, he swears he's aged a decade since living with you. Price had once told him that worrying for your safety was part of the package of loving a civilian, but Simon hadn't quite predicted he'd be worrying this much.

"How many times have I told you to check before you open the door?" he asks.

"But I knew it was you. You just left," you chirp. Good lord, you're too cute for your own good.

"And if it hadn't been me?" he asks. "If someone had taken me out on my way to the car then come to you? You've got to start considering the possibilities, love."

To your average outsider, it probably seems like he's berating you. But the way your eyes sparkle at him tells him you know better. Chastising you, perhaps, but there's no true anger there.

Instead, there's an undercurrent of fear. He knows the consequences of opening the door to the wrong person. And he knows that if the day ever comes when he comes home to blood on the walls and the sight of your lifeless eyes, he'll sit next to you and make sure he dies there too.

But that's a road Simon doesn't want to go down. Not right now, anyway. Not when you're here, smiling at him with mischief in your gaze.

"Simon, be real. I know nothing can get past you to get to me."

He feels his heart rise when you tell him this. Of course, he knows in his soul that he'd never let anything harm you. He knows he'd do unspeakable things to keep you safe. But to hear you say that you know it too sends warmth through his chest.

"Be that as it may," he says, unable to stop himself from quirking a small grin, "you still need to check. Just to be safe."

He grabs your hand as you raise it to wave him off, pulling you slightly closer and angling your chin so he can really look at you and convey the seriousness of his words.

"Please, love," he says. "For me?"

Your gaze softens as you lean into his touch.

"Okay, Simon," you murmur to him. "I promise I'll check before I open the door. For you."

Part of him isn't quite sure if he believes you. But for now, he lets himself feel relieved anyway.

"Good," he says as he leans in to kiss you. "I'll hold you to that."

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost scribbles

[ink-n-shadowfiction]

I'm thinking too much about Ghost these days DAMN

but just, how would he react to the reader taking out anger on him? For example, reader throws a tantrum over some quest and ends up unintentionally attacking Ghost or herself 😬

I'm using the translator btw, English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes, hope your day is going well :))

omg no worries! hope your day is amazing as well, anon <3

I DO HAVE A HEADCANON FOR THIS THOUGH, SO GET READY >:)

ghost is most definitely the kind of guy who finds your anger lowkey amusing (or sexy)? like he'd have a smirk on his face, arms crossing over his chest while he's watching you pacing angrily in front of him. he'd let out a soft chuckle, which only serves to anger you further.

"what, you think this is funny, simon?" you'd stop pacing to face him fully, mirroring his body language by crossing your own arms across your chest and jutting your chin up to stare angrily into his eyes. "you just cost us this mission, and you're standing there laughing?"

ghost's head would cock to the side, his eyes slow and unblinking behind his mask as he shrugged his shoulders. "s'really not that big of a deal, sweetheart. you're losing your head over nuthin'. we got the intel, didn't we?"

and then you'd probably say something about wanting to slap the smirk you know is under his mask off of his face, and he'd chuckle once more.

"you wanna hit me, doll? go ahead. get it outta your system." ghost would uncross his arms to leave his chest open, his head tilting once more in an inviting gesture.

your eyebrows would furrow for a moment, bringing you out of your anger briefly. but then, it would flare up again at the sound of ghost's amused laugh, and you pounded a fist against the bulletproof vest he was wearing.

it went on like that for a few moments, your fists colliding against his chest as you let out puffs of angry air and mumbled bitter words. but ghost would just stand there, an amused look in his eyes as he absorbed every (albeit weak) fist to his chest.

once your hands stopped, resting on his chest weakly as you fought to breathe, ghost would place a hand on the back of your head and force your eyes up to his. "y'done now?" after your soft nod, ghost would hum as he lifted up his balaclava just enough to expose his pink lips to you, that shit-eating smirk still plastered on his lips. "good, 'cuz that little tantrum of yours got my mind thinkin' some bad thoughts, sweetheart."

(visual)

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[papillon-stories]

Go Eunhyuk x reader ꕥ Argument headcanons ꕥ

OMG, I'm so sorry... ! 🫣 I was so caught up with classes and work!

I’m not blind to the requests you sent me, I just paused everything because these last few months were so intense. But I feel like writing about Eunhyuk is my only pleasure of the day (in my era delulu)

But I didn't give up, ehehe. In the meantime, here's a little headcanon, hoping you'll like it. I love you all! Please have an Eunhyuk in your life, it's important for your well-being.

Happy reading !

Warning : No warning, just a lot of fluff and broken English

He hates arguing with his s/o.

Most of the time, he is the mature one in the relationship. Most of the time.

Eunhyuk is generally very calm and not the type to start a fight, but he also has a bit of a temper.

In truth, arguments with Eunhyuk are very rare because he keeps a lot to himself, but like in any couple, arguments happen.

If something is bothering you, he will give you time to confide in him.

He wants to resolve the problem, but he tries to think about it on his own before discussing it with you.

It's important for him to understand the problem on his own (poor guy, he's going to get gray hairs from it).

If he can't find the solution himself and he sees that you're taking time to confide in him despite clearly showing your annoyance about something he might have done or said, he will eventually ask you directly what bothered you (at the right moment).

Generally, during a big argument, he prefers to leave if he feels his temper rising.

He doesn't avoid conflict, but he doesn't want to regret saying something mean out of anger.

Eunhyuk knows where it hurts, and when he's annoyed, he has a hard time holding back his words.

He can be very direct and straightforward.

He will take the time to calm down and come back to you when he's no longer heated.

You communicate a lot, and he doesn't want to be someone who leaves his significant other sad or angry at him... he doesn't want to be like his father.

Eunhyuk always takes your feelings into consideration and respects you a lot.

Because communication is good, but without understanding, it's useless.

If something annoys or saddens you, he won't dismiss your feelings and will simply try to fix it.

For him, there's always a solution.

Like you pointed out that this girl was crazy about him? She's already non-existent in his eyes.

But sometimes he finds your random outbursts of anger toward him amusing.

He finds it cute and doesn't take them too seriously.

"Why are you laughing? I'm serious."

There are no real reasons to be angry with each other.

Maybe out of jealousy?

YES ! In a relationship, he has no reason not to be honest with his feelings.

If something annoys him, he will probably take his time to talk to you about it.

He has enough trust in you to know that you won't hurt his feelings.

Despite his attitude, Eunhyuk is someone who thinks a lot.

He constantly questions himself.

The truth is, he will distance himself from you to sort out his thoughts because he knows that talking about it in the heat of the moment can escalate things.

You will notice his change and decide to talk to him about it.

Again, the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

But he knows that sometimes his silence can hurt more than harsh words, so he will come back quickly.

The best thing about your arguments is your reconciliations!

You cherish your relationship.

If he acted poorly, he will be the first to come to you and timidly apologize.

Conversely, if you are at fault, he will wait for you to take the first step.

He doesn't really expect apologies; he just wants you to understand his point of view.

Depending on the severity of the argument, he might ignore you at first.

Again, he needs time; he is constantly reflecting when it comes to you.

But he will never push you away if you come to make peace.

In essence, arguments are rare, but when they happen, you know how to handle them.

Thank you for reading ! Do you have any suggestions ? :)

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[maraudersmyloves]

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pairing: Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: my Bad english

Word count: ca. 1k

Disclaimer 1: This is sort of the first part but I'm planning to make the others longer

Disclaimer 2: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

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As you walk into the fight zone and take in all the different teams you realize your group is the last. It makes you a bit nervous, you feel your foot slip slightly as a result having Audrey and Ling erupt in laughter and Kirsten trying to keep her smile at bay.

As you calm your nerves and take in the room again you notice the high tension radiating off the dance crews in the room. 

Lady Bounce: they’re sitting in relaxed positions but their faces don’t match, they look like they used to be seething and are now deliberating if they should glare or laugh at the others.

Deep N Dap: They seem a bit down and keep glaring at 1 MILLION as if they killed their puppy.

TSUBA KILL: The only Japanese group. Your smile grows a bit, they seem to be the only ones having fun, laughing and smiling amongst each other.

MANNEQUEEN: They look convinced they are going to win. Wrong. Your walk falters a bit at how fancy they look, are you underdressed? You look down at your outfit, wearing a pleated, jean miniskirt, a matching jean top, white high boots, and chunky sunglasses. You look good, maybe you should’ve made yourself look better.

WolfLo: They seem pissed off, the girl with short green hair looks like she wants to kill someone. You guys should stay out of their lane, seeing as they all look rather scary. 

1 MILLION: They seem a bit intimidating as the leader keeps glaring at Deep N Dap, but a girl in the back is smiling nicely at you. You smile back and bow a bit. Audrey is giggling next to you.

BEBE: What?? Bebe? Shit. The Bada is literally right next to where your group is supposed to be. You weren’t there when all the members were introduced, due to an emergency, and apparently, your crew members failed to mention that your celebrity crush is going to watch you dance. This is just great.

Audrey walks into you making you realize you stopped walking, as she follows your line of sight she starts laughing a bit too loud, snapping you out of your stare. You yelp causing the other members to laugh even harder as you grumble at them to keep walking.

Mina and some others are calling you and Audrey cute. You don’t mind as long as they don’t underestimate you.

You hear Bada say “Wait, they’re so pretty.” and your face actually heats up. God, you need to get your act together. You know she probably meant the whole group, but you are a part of the group. So… Bada wants to marry you. Obviously.

Audrey pokes your cheek, making you huff and grumble a bit but you're still smiling.

Kirsten leads you guys into the center to wait for your evaluation. When it starts playing you all freak out a little at seeing yourself on the screen. After the group dance, the solos are shown. Yours is just a silly little choreography of OMG by New Jeans. Nothing special, but you’ve always really liked it, having had a lot of fun doing it. 

Minah pops up first “In the Royal Family, Kirsten is usually their number two,” your mood immediately sours, but you know Kirsten doesn’t take this kind of thing to heart so you’re going to try not to either.

“Audrey and Y/N, they obviously lack experience. They’re like amateur dancers,” these insults are starting to get to you but you’re trying to keep a straight face. It doesn’t seem to be working very well. The first to notice is Bada. As she was watching you anyway, she immediately noticed the mood change. 

“I think little Y/N is starting to get angry.” Lusher turns to look at you and gasps slightly at your barely convincing fake smile. Tatter is seemingly the only one wondering why Bada was looking at the dancer in the first place, as the others giggle at how pouty she looks.

On the screen, they keep calling Audrey untalented and a baby making your blood boil. You take her hand and squeeze it once to pressure her. She squeezes back twice.

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Bada has been fixated on your and Audrey's linked hands. She doesn’t know why exactly, but every time she tries to focus on the screen her eyes creep back. Feeling a sudden need to know if you are still holding hands. You are. 

Tatter pokes Bada’s cheek making her snap her eyes up at her, “Hmm?” Tatter has a mischievous smirk on her lips that Bada doesn’t like at all. She wiggles her eyebrows, “you interested in her?”

Is it a bad sign that Bada immediately knew who was being talked about? Maybe. Is she going to deny it? Absolutely. “Who,” she asks letting her eyes skeem over everyone in the room for effect. Tatter just laughs, the others joining in seemingly having heard everything. Lusher and Minah are cooing at their leader, teasing her. Bada acts like she has no idea what they are talking about.

Meanwhile, you’re biting your tongue so hard you’re scared you’ll draw blood, trying not to say anything about the rude comments. When the video ends all the other members laugh it off while you stand still, glaring at the screen and taking deep breaths.

Redy gasps. “Look at Y/N! She seems pissed off,” Lia Kim turns to look and scoffs “All bark no bite.” Redy nods, still a bit unsure.

Audrey notices your sour mood and squeezes your hand making you relax. When you turn to look at her you accidentally meet Bada’s eye. Was she staring? You smile in what's supposed to be polite but looks more like you just won the lottery.

When Bada sees your smile she can’t help the tug at her heart seeing how happy you look because of her. Not Audrey. Her.

No.

She isn’t jealous, this needs to end now. She bites down the smile she didn’t realize was placed brightly on her features and turns away, distracting herself by listening into her crew's conversation about 1 MILLION and DEEP N DAP.

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#bada lee #bada lee x reader #fanfic #dancer x reader #bada lee x y/n #swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #texting

[angel-of-the-moons]

Running With The Wolves

Wolfwalker!Moon Knight (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

Summary:

You're on the verge of being labeled a witch, but can one handsome stranger (and his two "brothers") save you from the same cruel fate as your mother, who was labeled as one and burned at the stake?

Can you handle the truth about your heroes identities, despite it all? Would you find out who your masked savior truly was beneath his cloak?

Only you could answer that.

TW/CW: Witch hunts, violence, graphic violence, graphic death, blood, public execution, parental death, persecution, grief, depression, Wolfwalkers AU, Moon Knight AU, incorrect lore

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A/N: I was watching Wolfwalkers and it gave me the idea for the boys. I did a little research into the lore, so some will be inaccurate (my pagan ancestors would frown upon me lmao) as well as historically inaccurate; so what is in this fic is largely based on the film. It will be especially inaccurate because y'know, Marc is American and Jake is Spanish and Steven is English etc, as well as Khonshu being around (but in the comics he's had a Viking Moon Knight so this isn't too far fetched he'd be in a place like Ireland) so please bear with me, my poor mind has been going through it lately and I wanted to write somethin' pointless, so enjoy this weird ass AU I came up with! (Header does not indicate the reader's race!)

Taglist: @enheduannasposts

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PT. 1

"I heard tha's the girl who lives on the outskirts." You heard a young woman whisper to her friend. Her accent was clearly not from Ireland. She sounded like one of the people from England. They'd been arriving slowly but surely, like a trickle from a leaky bucket, since you were a child.

Your skin prickled as you looked over the vegetables in the market stall, tended to by an old woman who was blind in one eye. Mary, her name was. Mary was probably one of the only around here who was kind to everyone, unless they gave her a reason not to. And those two English girls certainly gave her a reason...

"Aye, ye two hussies best be leav'n this girl be!" She spat, waving her old wooden stick around. "She 'ent done nothin' to ye!"

The two women jumped back with a yelp and scurried off, an armored guard eyeing you and Mary warily.

Your nose crinkled at him and you turned your nose up as you looked back at the crop Mary was selling.

"I'm sorry, lass. I don't like 'em either." Mary said, winking her blind eye at you.

You can't help but smile as you trade some herbs for the vegetables, placing the juicy morsels into your basket. "I just would like for things to go back to the way they were." You sighed.

"Like when I was a girl, before they came to our town. Things were fine, everything was in balance."

Mary leaned in, holding a finger to the sky as she spoke quietly to you.

"Aye, lass. But don't worry. The crimes these English folk are doin' to us? They'll be payin', mark my words! The land, the very sky itself is angry because we can't honor the promises we made so long ago." She grinned, half her teeth missing from old age. "Then, maybe we'll be forgiven."

"Aye, or maybe be consumed by the wolves and the forest while we're at it." You smile sadly. You remembered being safe in those woods as a girl, playing in the creeks, chasing birds and hares, the wolves singing on the breeze...

But the wolf attacks have become ever so common, now. None had been bitten, but their homes had been trashed, their livestock spirited away into the cover of night, wolf tracks everywhere. You were the only one whose homestead was spared. You often wondered why. The only thing different between your little plot and the rest of the homes that were driven empty was... wait.

They were all English.

You weren't. That house you lived in had belonged to your family for nearly half a century. The English farmsteads were placed on the grounds that were cleared by the King's woodcutters and soldiers, they were the ones being attacked. Not you.

But lately, you've heard other tales as well. A "devil in white" the King's men would ramble, their voices shrill with fear. A man in white armor who moved like a ghost, and fought like hell itself. You paid no mind, figuring it may be some hermetic hunter who called the forest home, who simply didn't want to have them invade his solitude.

Maybe--

"Lass, you should get home." Mary said, looking at you with worry as a small gaggle of women whispered and pointed at you. You were used to the stares, you'd been getting them as a child. But since the English arrived, those whispers became accusations.

"Witch."

Your mother had faced a similar accusation, given her odd habits and ways of whispering to the wind.

Some considered her addled, even moreso when she began raving of spirits and the voices she said came from the ground.

You remembered the night that she died, the horrible, evil way that she left this world.

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You were only twelve years old, gripped hard by the local men as the bishop to your village spoke from the Bible, quoting things about the crimes of witchcraft and how your mother could only be cleansed by fire.

You screamed, and kicked, and cried and cursed, but all that earned you was a punch to the gut as they lit the kindling beneath your mother's feet.

You'd heard tales of witch burnings, but you'd never ever thought such horrible deeds would come to your town; your safe, warm little home.

Your mother was strange, yes, but she taught you many things that had proven useful. The best herbs to cure the worst fever, the best tonics to drink to cure an ailing cough, how to track in the woods, how to trust the forest to show you the way home; but only if you respected it as a living being, and respected the souls who lived within.

She wasn't a "witch" to you.

She was your mother.

And she was right in front of you, burning.

"Mummy!" You screamed, your voice sounding as though you swallowed shards of pottery.

She looked at you, and smiled, crying and struggling against the ropes that bound her to the stake.

The fire crept up, up, until it reached her feet.

You could smell it--the acrid, disgusting stench of oil and burning flesh. You could see her skin blister, peel, and burn away as she screamed, begged for mercy. Mercy that the church was not willing to grant her.

You screamed and cried until your throat was raw and bloody, struggling until you broke free of the men's arms.

You didn't think twice on it--you leapt towards the pyre.

Your mother was dead. You knew this. But all you wanted was to hold her one last time, even if all that was left now was blackened, charred flesh.

Your soft, delicate hands burned, your dress beginning to catch aflame as you desperately tried to reach for what little remained of the woman you loved most in the world.

The pain was so blinding, so debilitating that your vision went white around the edges, and you saw the world begin to go dark.

"Damn it--put the girl out!" Was the last thing that you heard before you lost consciousness.

When you'd awoke, it had been two whole days since your mother's trial and burning. Two days since she plead to the "court" about how they were treating the land; that if they didn't change their ways they would all suffer for it.

The first face you saw was the bishop looking down at you with a solemn and sad expression, completely different from the way his eyes had gleamed maniacally as he cheered the death of your mother.

"I'm sorry, dear girl." He said kindly, resting a hand on your shoulder.

Your arms and hands were wrapped in clean linen--or, well, as clean as they could get it, anyway--your burns itching and painful.

You gritted your teeth, feeling hot tears burn as you glared at him, your throat still raw and aching.

"You killed her!" You meant to yell, but it only came out a hoarse croak.

"Aye, girl, I did. But I took no pleasure in it."

Liar. Filthy, disgusting liar! You wanted to shout, You smiled when she screamed!

"Your mother was bewitched by the devil, don't you see? The only way to ensure she could make it to heaven was if she was cleansed by fire." He told you, his wrinkled eyes looking at you with such gentleness you could almost scarcely believe this was your beloved mother's executioner.

"At least now, you know your mother made it to the gates of heaven. And hopefully God finds it in Him to grant your mother eternal peace." He continued, "After all, she loved you greatly, and there is nothing more pure than a mother's love. Even if it was the love of a witch."

You bite back bile that wanted to rise--partly from the pain, partly from disgust--and turned your head away, your tears heavy like chains that hung from your lashes and held your eyes closed.

"So hopefully, we can pray she found salvation and forgiveness in the fact she loved you so."

His hand brushed a lock of burnt hair from your face.

"Don't worry, girl... You can go home. But I must implore you not to give in to the teachings your mother no doubt gave you. None of that talking trees or animals nonsense, you hear?"

You wanted to kick him, to bite his disgusting fingers off and pluck out his eyes. But... all you did was nod, and say:

"I understand."

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Later that night, barring the English women's gossip, you'd had a fairly decent day. Your snare on the edge of the forest had gotten a nice hare; providing you with some nice soft fur and meat and bone.

You'd spent your days thereafter doing much of the same work you'd done since you returned to your empty home the week your mother died. You gardened, placed more snares, cleaned the house, worked the loom, began weaving a small tapestry.

One night, you were broken from your tedium by heavy hands on your door, making you yelp and prick yourself with a needle.

You stuck your bloody fingertip in your mouth and stuffed the tapestry into your heavy wooden chest, rushing to your front door to see what was the trouble.

When you opened it, there was the bishop, flanked by two men in heavy plate armor. You felt a shiver creep up your spine; the sight was eerily similar to the night your mother was taken away, only this time the bishop looked so ancient he looked like a piece of dried, brittle leather.

"Dear girl, thank God you're alright." The bishop breathed, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder.

Your brow creased, and you opened your mouth to speak, only for him to cut you off.

"That... That man, that devil whom the townsfolk here and elsewhere have been seeing--he was here. Tonight! He killed four of the King's finest men!" He said, panicked, his touch cold and clammy.

"And earlier in the day... wolves. A pack of white wolves! I feared for you, girl. I know that you're alone and so far from town." He shuddered a breath. His lungs sounded awful, even to your ears. Honestly... If the man had allowed it, you could have fixed his long coughing illness. He's been suffering for years with it, sometimes to the point where his surmons had to be delivered by proxy.

He was suffering... but so had your mother, whom he murdered in the name of his god.

Your jaw was tight, and you nodded. "I... I see. I haven't been attacked yet, sir. B-but I will keep an eye out and alert you if I see anything strange."

You wouldn't.

"I don't want that devil to hurt anyone else."

You hoped he chased them all away.

He mistook your shaky voice for one of mutual fear for the man that haunted the nights, like the dreaded vampires back in England and the smaller towns and villages.

"Yes, dear girl." He put his hand to your cheek and smiled, his aged features twisting in agony. "A good girl. May God protect you."

"And He, you." You replied, the words tasting like rotten meat on your tongue.

"Such a good girl." He turned, coughing into his hand. "May God help civilise this land..."

Thunder boomed in the distance, almost as if the very sky itself was urging the cruel men on their way, to leave you be.

As soon as your door was closed, you grabbed a nearby cauldron and heaved it over to your hearth, hanging it from the iron hook and dumping the pail of water into it to boil.

You hastily stripped your clothes free and dumped them into the cauldron, rushing to find your small bottles of tonics.

When you'd found the ones you needed, you dumped them, alongside fresh herbs, into the pot with your soaking clothes.

You knew, based on your own observations, that those who coughed often spread it through touch or spit. And he had coughed into his hands and touched you; you simply don't want to take the risk.

You had to start selling your healing tonics "under the table" as Mary said, as cleaning agents for clothes and blankets just so you could pass it to the townsfolk with sick family. You hated doing that, but seeing a sickly child able to run around with her siblings again without fear of that wretched cough was worth the pain of lying.

You watched as the water bubbled, standing naked as you poked at the fabric with your long wooden spoon, swirling it around and around.

Once you deemed it hot enough, you carefully picked up the cauldron and set it on your stone slab at the mouth of your hearth, you scooped some of the herbal water into your wash bucket and began scrubbing at your clothes mercilessly to rid it of any possible sickness.

Once they were clean enough, you hung them near the fire to dry (but not close enough to catch fire while you were asleep).

You felt goosebumps chill your skin as the wind rattled your shutters, so you grabbed a heavy woolen blanket to wrap yourself up in while you dug around for a new linen dress to put on.

It was a small comfort, given how early in the year it was, and these certain storms always brought unseasonably cold weather in their shadow, but you accepted it nonetheless.

You walked over to your wooden chest and pulled out your half-finished tapestry. It was one your mother started when you were barely hip-height; your father, strong and large, next to your mother, petite and soft. Interconnecting between them was you, holding their larger hands in your tiny ones.

Much of it was unfinished, and only within the last year did your grief finally allow you to finish what she started, as this was the only thing left that you had of her. When the church took her away, your mother knew they were coming, so she hid certain things out in the woods for safekeeping, only telling you their whereabouts. Once the church lifted it's eye from you one autumn day, you finally ran out into the clearing your mother hid her things in.

Being able to have something to visually remember your parents by wrenched your heart in a bittersweet way, but it was all you had of them, other than their rings you wore, hidden and slung low beneath your bodice so nobody would see.

You knew if the bishop found out... He would have them all destroyed, burned like your mother; and he would likely have you thrown into the stocks and publicly lashed as punishment.

In a twisted way, the bishop cared for you. He saw you as an innocent, God-fearing girl who had been brainwashed by your witch mother, whom only acknowledged the paganistic "Old Ways".

You hated having to keep up the act, but you didn't want to die. You owed it to your mother and father, wherever their souls were together, to live on.

You blinked, and a heavy teardrop splashed down onto the tapestry.

Your body jolted with the clap of thunder. How long had you been crying? Had you been crying this whole time, but didn't realize it? Oh, you hated how often these crying fits would strike you.

All you wanted to do was think of the happy times with your family, but it always came back to the fact that they were dead and you were alone.

You dropped back onto your bed, the old, dried wood creaking beneath your weight, the smell of the straw mattress stuffed with dried flowers and clovers soothing to your senses.

Your eyes felt heavy, weighted down from your painful thoughts, and you turned your head to look at the wreath above your bed, shamrocks with dried berries carefully strung together; it was something your mother taught you. You couldn't remember the significance of the thing, but making them when you were bored became a mundane comfort.

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily.

You would need to check your snares in the morning.

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Your leather shoes squelched in the mud as you carefully made your way to the treeline early that next morning. You nervously chewed the inside of your cheek to check if the coast was clear before venturing into the bushes.

It was early enough none had arisen yet to start the day, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon as you set off into the forest.

Yes, setting your traps beyond the treeline was dangerous, as they would tell you, but you knew the game in the woods was fat and ripe, perfectly full of meat. If you could hunt at all, you would try your aim at shooting one of those slovenly bucks with a bow and arrow.

But a hunter you were not. Trap-maker, yes. But no hunter.

Your tiny iron dagger was slung low on your hip, your mostly-empty wooden sack carrying fresh bait for any snares that were sprung, or if the bait had been snatched.

The first two traps hadn't been sprung, but picked clean, most likely by birds and quick-witted squirrels. No luck in catching anything.

But as you neared your final trap, you heard an odd noise. A wheezing sound, almost, followed by heavy pants and a whimper.

Your footsteps stopped as you peered around the thick trunk of an ancient tree, your breath catching in your throat as you looked at the sight in front of you.

It was your last snare, set up with some bread and berries to lure in a rabbit or squirrel (as was your typical game) but it seems that this time, somehow... you snagged a wolf.

And this was not a normal wolf; it was one with fur as white as the coldest snow, now muddied and stained from the soggy ground it flailed around in; your snare secured firmly around its neck and front paw, cinching the two together in a painful manner.

Your heart broke as you saw the creature struggle and wheeze, choking out quiet howls that couldn't be heard through the underbrush.

With your jaw set tight, you stepped out of the clearing, and the wolf turned to you, trying to limp away.

"Shhh, hush, now." You soothe the animal, your hands out in front of you as you got lower, trying to seem less threatening.

Yes, the townsfolk feared wolves, but you wouldn't just leave this beautiful creature to slowly strangle to death on one of your own traps; your soul wouldn't be able to handle the weight of guilt.

"I won't hurt you, sweetie." You say, your voice calm and soft as you reached out.

The wolf snapped tentatively at you, whimpering as the pain of the cord dug further into its throat and paw, red stains now blotching the white fur.

"It's all right. I won't hurt you..." You urge the panicked animal. Your own eyes locked with its dark brown ones, and you could almost hear its thoughts plead:

Help me. Please. It hurts. Please!

You wait for the wolf to still, and sit its haunches on the ground, those big, pained eyes staring right through to your very soul.

Once the wolf is calm, you hook your fingers through the snare, reaching for the part of it that looped around, and try to loosen it enough for it to slip free.

But to no avail, the amount of flailing the wolf had done had twisted and cinched it to the point you couldn't. Your brow pinched and you nervously chewed the inside of your cheek before unsheathing your dagger.

Upon seeing the glint of the blade, the wolf whimpered and panicked again, beginning to flail once more as you reached for it.

"No!" You say, frantically trying to calm the beast. "Stop! You're making it worse! Please--I'm not going to hurt you."

You grunt as you leap forward, crushing the wolf against you in a bear hug, trying to calm its thrashing body as you swing your sharpened blade through the cord, severing it from the branch it was tethered to.

You sliced your thumb in an attempt to cut the cord around its throat, but you somehow managed it, your blood leaving fresh streaks of red and pink through the wolf's surprisingly soft fur.

You drop your dagger and release the animal, falling back on your bum as you carefully crawl away as the canine heaved for uninhibited air, its barreled chest shaking with effort.

Once it had collected itself, it limped up to you, it cut paw hanging an inch or two above the ground as its wet, charcoal black nose sniffed at your wounded thumb.

Its pink tongue laved out and lapped up your blood, as if to say "sorry" for causing you to injure yourself for trying to aid it.

Your eyes however, were drawn to the cuts into the wolf's throat and paw, oozing small rivulets of blood as it stared at you.

"Oh... You poor..." You breathed, rising to kneel on your knees, dirtying your skirt even more.

"I... Those can get infected. Please. I... I can help you..."

You don't know why you were trying to bargain with an animal, but somehow it paid off. The wolf nosed its way into your lap, ears flattened up and eyes pleading up at you.

"Okay..." You murmur, scratching behind one of its ears. "Let's get you home, boy. I have stuff there that can help ya."

The wolf whimpered.

"Er... Well, I assume you're male?" You chuckle awkwardly, trying to think of how to carry this large and hefty animal back home without being seen.

"I'm not gonna violate you by takin' a peek or anything." You clear your throat when one of the wolf's ears flop as "he" tilts his head at you.

"Er. Okay. Let's go..."

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It was easier than you thought, getting him back home. As the sun crept higher, the fog and mist were your ally as you smuggled the "dangerous" animal back to the safety of your home.

You had to haul him over your shoulders and beat feet through the underbrush. Once you were safely inside, you had to (with great difficulty) maneuver the wolf down onto your bed.

You chuckled when he rolled over--and he was most definitely a "he"--and began rolling this way and that into your blankets, making small huffs and growls.

"Ah-ah..." You murmur, reaching out to brush your hand through his muddy fur. "You might make your injuries worse, 'kay, m'love?"

That seems to get the wolf's attention. You weren't sure if he could understand you, which honestly had you thinking you were crazy, but the way he sat up and stared at you, one ear flopping down as he looked up into your eyes sent a strange feeling through your body.

"Hmm..." You murmur, brushing your fingers tentatively around his wounded throat. From his muddy thrashing he'd accumulated a fair amount of dirt, and that would lead to infection.

You hike your skirts up and tie them around your waist, and you could almost swear you saw a look of modesty cross the wolf's eyes as his ears slicked back against his head and he buried his muzzle into your warm blankets.

You scratch the back of your head, a little confused at his reaction as you adjust your knickers and rush to gather your herbs you'd need, plucking dried leaves and roots that hung above your hearth.

You set the herbs down into your mortar and pestle and begin to grind them down, mixing them evenly into a dissolvable mass that would melt in the water once you'd boiled it.

You crack your knuckles and grab a pail, untying your skirts and smoothing them out, frowning at the mud stains as you reach for your door, making a "shush" gesture to the wolf.

"Stay quiet and don't go near the windows! It's dangerous if you're seen." You gently urge him before slipping outside into the morning light once again.

The trek to the well was always annoying, but your neighbors never minded you coming to fetch water, knowing how dangerous it could possibly be for you to hike to the creek at the edge of the forest just to get yourself some of the life-giving liquid.

You inwardly cringed when the Kenny's daughter, Aisling, was already at the well; her belly already round with her unborn child. Barely 19 years of age and she was already with a babe; she was often sickly as a child, this you remembered, so her family (namely her husband) was very concerned about her well-being and that of her impending birth.

Upon seeing you approach, Aisling smiled widely and waved at you, saying your name chipperly, almost like an excited morning bird.

You were really hoping not to have a conversation so early, afraid someone would know you were harboring a wolf inside your home...

"Hello, Aisling. Feeling well this morning?" You hum innocently at her as you tie your pail up, before cranking the wench and lowering it down to the water below.

"Yes, surprisingly!" She giggled, patting her belly with a soft smile. "M' little one decided it was a good day to let mummy keep food down."

"That's good! I still recommend broths if you feel nauseous, however..."

"I know, I know. My mum is constantly making sure of that." She sighed with a roll of her eyes, hooking her own two pails of water onto her yoke.

Your hairs raised and you reached out, the wench slipping from your hands and your bucket dropping all the way back down into the water below the earth.

"No! You mustn't lift something that heavy." You caution. "It's not good for your baby."

"Ohhh! You sound like my father." She sighs, frowning deeply, her hands on her hips. "I'm not helpless, y'know!"

"Yes, I'm aware, but--"

"Aisling!" Her husband panted, trotting up to the both of you. He was at least a decade or so older than she was, but nonetheless it was a good match; he seemed to love her greatly. He was English, and one of the few kind ones you've known, in fact. A gentle giant.

This fact was emphasized when his large bulky hand reached down to touch her belly, sighing with relief. "No, no, you know that you can't be out here alone! The wolves!"

"I 'ent seen no wolves!" Aisling pouted up at him.

"That doesn't mean no wolves see you, m'love." He sighed dejectedly at her. He gives you a kind smile and a nod, hoisting the yoke over his own shoulders, "Aye, lass. Glad to see someone else talking some sense into my pretty little wife, here..."

"Bah!" Aisling scoffed, throwing her arms in the air as she waddled back down to their house.

He shook his head with a chuckle, "I swear, if we have a girl and she turns out like her..."

"You'll have your hands full, alright." You sigh, cranking the wench again.

"Aye." He says, giving you a cautious look. "But, I must warn you, the same way I did Aisling... with these wolves about, it's dangerous..."

"I know." You smile. "I'll be fine."

"Alright..." He replies, giving you one last look before going back home to his wife and family.

You on the other hand, rushed back home with your water to your waiting furry companion...

You almost dropped the pail of water when you saw what he was doing. Somehow he managed to nose open up the chest containing your mother's things, and was insistently sniffing the tapestry.

"Ah! No, no, no!" You frantically say, setting the water down to rush over, gently shoving his snout to the side to close the chest.

"Gah..." You sigh in relief, and smile softly at the wolf, reaching out to pinch and squish his cheek. And surprisingly, he took it well, making a little "whurf!" as you do.

"Don't go through my stuff, it's not very polite after I risked my arse you take care of you." You chuckle, setting yourself to task of boiling the water with the ground herbs. You kneel next to the remaining bit of water on the floor, dipping a rag into the pail and making a clicking noise with your teeth.

The wolf tipped his head to the side, ears pricking up at the noise as he slowly moseyed over to you shyly.

"Oh relax, I won't poison ya." You chuckle, dabbing the soaked cloth onto his fur, cleaning him of the muck.

He of course, did not like this. He whimpered and tucked his tail between his legs, his gorgeous brown eyes pleading with you.

"Ah! That won't work on me, Mister... You need to be clean before I can clean your wounds!" You cluck at him, not falling for his cute little attempt.

Thankfully, he sits there and lets you gently massage the mud away, carefully cleaning around his wound sites before hastily grabbing the pot of boiling water and pouring some into a wooden bowl.

You scratch behind one of his ears and say softly, "Now... I'm going to take care of you, okay? Now... just let me..."

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"No! Down! Bad wolf!" You groan, watching as his tail wagged happily, one of your kirdles firmly in his jaws, daring you to come get it.

"Ooooh! I should have left you in the woods!"

His ears flatten back and his eyes get big, giving you the sweetest, saddest look you've ever seen...

And it definitely broke you.

"Ah... You little... mouth off my clothes!" You grunt, tugging the garment from between his teeth, groaning at the sight of tears from his fangs.

He dropped down onto his front paws, wagging his tail happily as he makes a playful whine and yip.

"Oi! Ya seem just fine now!" You scold the animal, shaking the torn kirdle in front of him.

It was true. In just one day, your furry companion seemed to have healed miraculously faster than what was natural. It concerned you... but you didn't feel threatened by the creature's playful antics.

If anything, having him around made you feel less... lonely.

Dinner was almost ready, a simple stew with vegetables and salted meats tossed in. You weren't sure if wolves could eat such a meal, but you would feel awful if you were eating and your new friend merely had to sit and watch.

You sigh and toss your clothes aside, watching with a snort as the wolf playfully dove for it, rolling around and kicking it with his feet as you used your ladle to scoop two bowls.

You curled your feet beneath you as you plopped a spoon into your bowl before placing the spare on the floor. Your wolf's ears perked up and he sniffed the air, licking his chops as he abandoned your torn-up kirdle in favor of investigating the food you placed for him.

You smiled around your mouthful as he accidentally dipped his nose too deep into the broth, whipping his head around with a heavy snort.

"Ah, that's not how you eat, by the way..." You hum innocently, and again, your wolf gives you an almost human reaction, flattening his ears back as he seems to glare at you for a moment, before lapping at the food, curling his tongue around to eat the bits of veggies and meat.

"Oh, I'd love to keep you, but you don't belong here, fella." You say, scratching his ear softly in an affectionate way. Your skin crawls when you hear a mournful howl travel from the forest, across the fields, and into your house.

Your wolf whimpers and looks at you.

"As soon as you're ready, I'll sneak you back out to the woods." You promise him.

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

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He looked out from the treeline, his glowing white eyes staring out from the darkness.

A large, fluffy animal--a gorgeous white wolf, fur stained with mud--sidled up next to him, ears flattened back.

"Still no sign of him?" He sighed, frustrated.

The wolf whimpered, his tail tucking and nose dipping towards the ground in a response that seemed to say "no".

"Damn it!" The man roared, his fists balling tight as he began to pace angrily.

"Still no sign of your third?" A deep voice rumbled from the trees.

He lifted his gaze to spot him in all his imposing glory--Khonshu; god of the night sky, the moon, justice and many things in-between. His lithe frame ominously perched on the limb of an ancient, thick tree. One of his legs dangled down while the other supported his arm, his dominant hand clutching his staff in a tight-fisted grip as he stared down at him.

But mostly, he was his fist of vengeance. He was dispensing justice against those who imposed their will on the weak; like the other Englishmen who oppressed the local populace with their threats of jail, execution...

He also had to deal with bandits. Bandits, constantly seemed to prey upon travelers trying to find better places to live, to eke out a livelihood to support their families.

But right now, he was on edge.

He was incomplete. He was missing a vital part of himself. Someone he would not be able to fully function without.

Finally, his tongue unglued itself from the roof of his mouth and allowed him to speak.

"No."

"He is alive. I can feel it." Khonshu sighed, almost sounding bored. "You and your wolves... Sometimes they are a gift... other times it is a curse."

It was true... there weren't many of his kind left, and they were useful as a commodity, but also a vast hindrance if they were separated. Very few were born after being hunted to near extinction, and even fewer still were bitten and turned.

He tipped his head to the side, "He will come back. But until then, we have work to do. There is a group of soldiers that have taken women and children from their homes. I'm sure you can deduce what it is that they intend to do to them. I want you to stop them and set their captives free." Khonshu tapped his staff against the thick bark of the tree, and in a sharp breeze, he vanished.

"Right..." He said, his throat tight; his body thrumming with anxiety, his hand shaking immensely at the strain of lacking such a vital part of himself. He wondered still, if he would be able to control himself, to hold himself back without him.

His wolf companion moved forward, nudging his snout into the palm of his hand, whimpering softly.

Sparing one last glance over the countryside, he made a hefty sigh.

"Where the hell are you?"

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Pt. 2: I will get to it eventually, I swear you guys

Extra super late author's note:

Yeah it's gonna be at least one or two more parts. I am gonna split it up to ease on the scrolling time for you guys! That and it feels neater than cramming so many lazy time skips into one post. I am going to get the rest of my drafts cleared (hopefully) and begin eating away some of those asks I have piled up in my inbox (that Tumblr didn't manage to delete by some miracle...)

My trip might be postponed, dealing with a lot at home, like me almost burning the house down today and almost passing out from the damn smoke because wooooo fire is bad

If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have none whatsoever!

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #wolfwalkers #wolfwalkers au

[odiesbun]

Enhypen reaction: You jokingly say that you want to break up with them.

There may be mistakes in the text because my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes!

WARNINGS: fluff, at some points references to tears, breakups, and very dumb humor of the author.

Number of characters in the text: 7826.

Heeseung

Heeseung had planned to propose to you his hand in marriage, but as soon as you said you wanted to break up, his plans were instantly ruined.

He will be standing in the middle of the room, trying to hold back tears and trying to figure out if he heard what you said correctly. His hands will definitely be trembling with excitement.

"And how long have you wanted to break up with me? Why have you been silent all this time? Why did you only say it now?" A lot of "why?" questions.

Stops believing every word you say, his heart really shatters into little pieces like glass.

As soon as you tell him it's a joke… He just doesn't know how to react.

On the one hand he's really angry and ready to strangle you on the spot, on the other he's happy that it was just a stupid, cruel joke.

But now he will postpone his plans to propose to you because you have taken away 50% of his confidence and he won't be sure if you will marry him and what the chances are that this "joke" could happen again. :)

Jay

HAH, this is not the kind of man you can take with these jokes. He's been through similar situations with Ni-ki many times, so he's used to it and can tell the joke from the truth almost immediately.

But, in fact, his heart skips a very painful beat.

He will be very petty and a fight may probably ensue between the two of you.

"Okay, if you TRULY want to break up, return all those gifts I gave you."

And he knows that you treasure all of his gifts very much, so he's purposely hitting you mentally on the most hurtful part.

The win will be on Jay's side and as soon as you tell him it was a joke, there will be a sly smirk on his face.

"I knew it was a joke from the beginning. You could never have said those words~"

"Did you just imply that I'm weak?"

"No, I meant that you just love me too much. And I love you too."

He won't be the one to be angry, but he will be the one to remind you of that joke for the rest of your life.

Jake

He's such a sweet boy! And he's definitely going to be the one who really believes that mean joke….

The one who will start crying and begging you to stay. Will probably cling to you very hard, part one.

"Baby, what did I do wrong? Why do you want to break up? I don't understand what I screwed up, please forgive me! Don't leave me, please!"

Please don't make jokes about this cutie, his heart might not be able to take such jokes.

Once you tell him it was just a silly joke… He's going to get really mad at you.

He'll sulk at you for two days, but as soon as you make a cute face and kiss him, his heart will melt.

"Okay, I can't resent you because you're too nice, so this time I forgive you!"

Now after that joke, he's morally scarred. And now he's watching his actions and words so you don't even dare think about breaking up with him. (I'm sorry, I just really like Jake's cute side)

Sunghoon

The one who tries to keep his cool and calm expression on his face, but he is literally ready to cry in your lap.

He immediately becomes affectionate and starts sucking up to you, hugging you from behind in every way and calling you affectionate words.

"Hey, honey… It's just a joke, right? You're kidding, aren't you? Fuck, please tell me it's just a joke!"

Up to the whole situation will genuinely believe it's a joke, but as soon as he looks at your cold, unchanged expression on his face, he thinks it's really the end.

"If it's true that sometimes I can be too mean to you and my jokes are really cruel… Please forgive me. Don't break up with me, please."

But as soon as he realizes that this is a joke, he instantly changes his face, his expression turning slyly evil.

"Well, if you really don't appreciate your boyfriend and our relationship for a joke like this… Get ready, honey :)"

Well, as punishment, he'll either fuck you up so bad that you won't be able to walk for about a week or he'll try to smother you with a pillow. (HELL, that was supposed to be a down reaction, but I won't stop to think about punishment with Sunghoon…)

Sunoo

He'll start crying, part two. He's really going to cry a lot and try to hug you, begging you to stay, like Jake.

His heart will really hurt a lot, because his main fear has almost become a reality. Yes, Sunoo's fear is to lose you, and that's what he'll have nightmares about at night and won't be able to get a good night's sleep because of it.

He will talk about how much he loves you, reminding you of the very important and sweet moments in your relationship, well, I mean, he's a very caring boy and remembers every detail of your relationship.

"I really… *sob* I really love you and cherish our relationship… Please… *sob* Please don't leave me alone… I'll never… *sob* I'll never prank you again, I promise! I'll do anything you want, honey!"

As soon as you get emotional, too, and tell him it was a joke, he instantly calms down and looks at you with his trademark face of disgust.

"So it was a joke? Don't come near me again, you sneaky woman! I THOUGHT YOU REALLY WANTED TO BREAK UP, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING SUCH CRUEL JOKES ON ME!?"

Oh, poor Sunoo… His heart is broken, now he will be indignant, crying and angry for a very long time.

Jungwon

Because you texted Jungwon that you wanted to break up, while he was getting ready for his new stage performance, he almost fainted, silently staring at your message.

His eyes will be filled with tears and he probably won't even be able to perform normally, citing fatigue, but he will actually be very excited.

As soon as he has a free minute, he will call and text you VERY many times. If you don't answer him, he will come to your house in person.

He will be very serious and try to understand the exact reason why you decided to break up, but seeing your pathetic attempts to justify himself, he will silently and deeply sigh.

"What is the reason for your decision? Oh… Baby, you were just trying to play a joke on me, weren't you?"

And even if you still try to keep playing jokes on him, it will be useless, because he's already figured you out.

He'll pretend to pack his bags and walk away from you.

"Jungwon, why are your things standing on our bedroom doorstep? Did something happen? Is it a suddenly planned tour?"

"No. I'm just leaving you, I'm moving to live in a dorm!" Oh, he's going to be a drama king.

"Jungwon, I'm sorry. :(("

Ni-ki

Will try to keep his composure and calm expression on his face, but his heart and soul will literally burst with indignation, resentment, and a desire to cry, part two.

At one point he will think it is a joke, but the more he begins to think about it, the more fear grows in his heart that it might be true.

He doesn't know what to do or how to react, so he calls his band members and literally WAILS into the phone.

The one who won't say a word, he'll just stare at you without a word and then ask the question.

"Did I do something wrong? Where… Where did I go wrong?"

As soon as you tell him it's just a silly joke and he shouldn't worry so much, he'll take a deep breath and And will prepare a plan of revenge, it's Ni-ki, and what did you want.

He'll wait a little while after this incident and then pull the same prank on you, but he'll do it in a more brutal form.

He will refuse to hug and kiss you for a week, pretending that he is really offended by your cruel joke.

#enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen masterlist #enhypen niki #enha #kim sunoo #jungwon #sunghoon #sunoo #heeseung #jay #jake #niki #riki #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #odiesbun #kpop #reactions #kpop reactions #enhypen reaction

[masivechaos]

ARE YOU OKAY?

minho x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: minho almost didn't make it to the doors on time and you are so worried but he can't seem to understand why

Warning/content: kinda angst to fluff, hurt to comfort, first kiss, set before tmr (no Thomas), a little mention of blood, wounds, one small mention of death, my english

a.n.: 1.4k words- argh i hate this one i'm so sorry

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As usual, you were waiting for Minho in front of the doors. The runner liked to spend his resting time with you. But you started to worry when he didn’t show up yet. Anxiously, you bit your nails and Newt swatted your hand away “Don’t do that” he was always stopping you from doing it.

You groaned, rolling your eyes “What is he doing?” you hated when Minho was late, it wasn’t the first time but you hoped he was going to hurry, you couldn’t lose him.

“Worrying for your boyfriend, huh?” Newt teased, elbowing you in the ribs gently. You shot him a glare, you weren’t very receptive to humour when you were stressed.

“He’s not my boyfriend” you mumbled, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Newt looked down at you with a smirk “But you love him” you hated the way he sang the end of the sentence.

You glanced at him, brushing your tongue over your top teeth “You want to talk about issues that make me angry?”

Newt raised his hands up in the air “Okay, okay” he chuckled. He stared down at you with a small smile “Hey” he caught your attention “He’s going to make it” he tried to reassure you as much as you could, as your best friend he didn’t want to see you like this.

Without even thinking you brought your nails to your lips. Eyebrows furrowed, you stared at the entrance of the maze “C’mon Minho. What are you doing?”

You finally saw him, in a poor state, running as fast as he could next to a Ben looking as pitiful as him “Minho!!” you shouted as you rushed to the doors, cheering him on as much as you could, encouraging him and Ben to run faster as the walls started to close. He had to make it out alive, you couldn’t handle his death.

The runners finally made it to the Glade, immediately falling to the ground, exhausted. You joined Minho, cupping his head between your hands “Are you okay?” Behind you the maze closed, the big doors touching each other in a great din.

Minho looked up at you with his iconic smirk “You’re with me, of course I am” unfortunately, you weren’t in the mood for his flirting, you still had the impact of all this stress and fear from a few seconds ago.

“Stop it, Minho!” you let out the tears you were holding for the past few minutes, slapping his shoulder, forgetting for a second he was probably covered in bruises and cuts.

Minho didn’t expect you to be this worried, and he hated that he felt a little guilty about being the reason for your cries. “Hey…” he said, sitting up “I promise you I’m fine” he smiled at you, hoping you knew he was honest.

A few more tears escaping from your eyes, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders “Don’t you ever do this again” you warned. You hugged him tightly, too scared he would disappear if you ever let him go.

Minho laughed in your arms “If I get a hug every time I almost die, I will probably do it more” he tried to lighten the mood but it didn’t go well. You pushed him away, still crying from too many emotions. He was always flirting with you but you knew he was only joking, you detested that it hurt.

“Don’t you get anything?” you said, brushing your tears away and getting up. You knew it wasn’t the best moment to go weak but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted him to know how much he mattered to you, you loved him so much and he didn’t even get it. 

You just wanted Minho to understand why you cared this much. But it seemed like he didn’t even care and it broke you more than it should.

Minho watched you as you left him “What did I do?” he asked Newt who was next to him. 

The blond boy shrugged with a little smile “You really are blind, aren’t you?” he said, extending his hand out for Minho to take. 

The runner was as confused as ever, getting up from the ground “Just go get her” Newt smiled, patting Minho on the shoulder.

The latter started to search for you without even thinking, not willing to care about the way his body was hurting, he could go to the Medjacks later, also you were a Medjack yourself so everything was okay. He found you sat against a tree at the Deadheads “Hi” he said to announce his arrival, sitting down next to you. “What’s happening in this little head of yours?” He wasn’t good with words and he knew how clumsy he could sound.

Your cheek was pressed against your knee, legs brought to your chest “Nothing” you mumbled, too pride to admit you liked him.

“Please tell me. I don’t like seeing you like this”

With a sigh, you turned your head, facing him “I don’t like seeing you hurt. I’m scared and it’s like you don’t care” Your heart tightened in your chest, it hurt admitting it out loud.

Minho chose his words carefully “I care, I really do. But- I’m alive, you don’t have to worry anymore. And I’m sorry about the hug joke, I just thought- I don’t know… that you could enjoy hugging me but… I was wrong”

You froze as he spoke “Enjoy hugging you?” your lips curled into an ironic smile “You really don’t understand” you wanted to laugh at how oblivious he was.

You took a deep breath before talking “I care so much because… I like you Minho. And you make your jokes and I feel like an idiot” your cheeks were burning hot, you wanted to bury yourself in a tiny hole and never see him again.

“You… like me?” 

You squinted your eyes, regretting your confession “Don’t make it a big deal. Forget it” you were about to get up when you felt a hand grabbing your wrist.

You turned around, eyes widening when Minho’s lips touched yours, his hand coming at the back of your head “Don’t you dare tell me to forget it because I like you too” he grinned. Minho never expected you to like him, to hide his feelings he joked with you. That was the only way he found to tell you how much he wanted to kiss you, how beautiful you were without making it obvious and he never thought it could hurt you, that was the last thing he wanted to do.

You stayed there, mouth wide open in shock, you always thought he was joking turned out the feelings were actually reciprocal. “You do?”

Minho nodded, his shit-eating smirk not wanting to leave his face “A lot” he said before leaning in again, kissing you tenderly.

When you pulled away, you offered him a small smile “I’m sorry for being rude to you. Didn’t mean to,” you were a little ashamed of your behaviour when he just got out of the maze, someone snappy was the last thing he needed.

The boy grinned as he pulled you into a hug “It’s okay” you held him a little tighter and heard him trying to suppress a groan.

“Are you okay?” you asked worried, trying to inspect his body as much as you could, searching for any marks of what happened beyond the walls “Why did you arrive this late?”

“I’m fine. We started to head back to the Glade when Ben sprained his ankle. We were both exhausted, I had to hold him on the way back but we had to hurry. Wasn’t careful enough and this time I was the one falling, hurt my arm but except this, we are both fine” he didn’t try to joke this time and his heart melted when he saw the way you looked at him. Like you cared about him more than anyone else.

Your hand came to cup his cheek “You have to go to the Medjacks” you got up and invite him to follow you, grabbing his hand to lead him to the shed.

When you enter the room no one was there, the boys probably already took care of Ben and finished their work for today. “Sit there” you demanded as you dig in the selves, searching for what you needed.

You turned around, facing Minho who sat on the table “Take off your shirt” you said, taking a salve between your hands.

Minho raised his eyebrow with a smirk “This early?” you shot him a glare and he took off his shirt. In revenge, you didn’t warn him the balm was going to sting. “Ouch,” he yelped.

“Can’t you just let me do my job?”

Minho smiled at you, he liked it when you were bossy “Yes ma’am” you smacked him on the shoulder one more time.

“Shut up” you refused to accept the heat on your face.

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⋆ ★ minho taglist: @moonlitmeeks @rhydianissuperior @toindeedbeag0d @juneberrie @gilmore-angel @heartfucks @unadulterated-syd @garfieldsladybird @percy-the-hufflepuff

#margot is writing! ੈ✩‧₊˚ #minho #minho tmr #minho x reader #tmr minho #tmr #the maze runner #maze runner #the maze runner death cure #maze runner oneshot #gally maze runner #tmr newt #newt tmr #thomas #thomas tmr

[betsabegrandchester]

Yes, I am || Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy x Muggle! Reader

Summary: Where you discover something that breaks them both.

Note: Sorry for spelling and grammatical errors, English is not my first language. <3

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Come on, all couples go through ups and downs, right? Well, this was just your case at the time. You didn't know what was wrong with Draco, you didn't understand why his behavior had changed so drastically. He wasn't your Draco, he was a shadow of what he once was.

You didn't want to follow him, but the doubt of his sudden disappearances haunted you. You couldn't stand the intrigue anymore as to why he became so tense whenever something bad happened at Hogwarts.

So there you were, following your boyfriend, in the middle of the night through the corridors of Hogwarts. Your breathing nervous and trying to be as cautious as possible so he wouldn't notice you until he stopped. The Menesters' Room? What did he want there? Your heart was pounding as you walked in after him, mentally repeating to yourself that you were misunderstanding everything, that he had nothing to do with what was going on.

Until you saw him. You watched as he dropped his frock coat and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the Dark Mark as he worked on a closet you didn't recognize. Your hands trembled and your breath hitched. You no longer worried about your footsteps, you simply walked towards him, too focused on the closet to notice you.

“Draco?” your voice brought him out of his concentration. His frightened eyes and the way he rolled down his sleeves immediately broke your heart. “Tell me, please, it's a joke.” Your cracked voice made him flustered. “Draco, please. Tell me this is all a joke. I'm begging you.”

“It's not,” he replied hoarsely, probably holding back tears. “I'm a Death Eater.”

You didn't know how to react. You looked down at the ground letting your tears fall. Now you understood his detachment. “Are the accidents that have happened your fault?” Deep down you knew the answer, but you didn't want to take it in.

“Yes,” was all he said. The tension in the place was palpable.

“Did you remember at any point that I'm a Muggle?” you asked quietly, feeling betrayed. Death Eaters hated your 'kind', didn't accept them, and that your boyfriend was one made it worse.

“Every fucking moment, darling,” he whispered. His words tore at your heart, but knowing that grave things happened because of him made it hurt twice as much.

“You almost killed two people!” you yelled, flustered, angry and frustrated. “You're killing yourself!”

“I didn't have a choice!” he yelled back. “I have debts to settle with Voldemort, or do you think this was voluntary? Do you think I woke up one day and decided to be a Death Eater knowing that my girlfriend or her family could be killed at any moment for being with me?”

His words were like a kick to the stomach. You didn't think he would have wanted it, he was just a teenager. But this made you realize the differences, how this broke everything for you.

“I didn't say that, Draco. I've always believed, and I've told you many times, that you're not the same as them,” you told him, wanting to reach out and hug him, to tell him that everything would be okay, but you knew it wouldn't do any good. You both knew nothing would be okay.

“I think you were wrong. I am” he replied sadly.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco lucius malfoy #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction

[footballlover8]

Hii, I was wondering if you could do a Gavi one where you both get into an argument and you stormed out of the house and get into an accident somehow, and Gavi’s worried about you (ending in fluff) pleaseee

Hi! Of course I’m sorry if it’s not completely how you wanted it but I tried and I hope you like it!❤️

Summary:What The request says^^^

Warnings:Swearing, car accident, bad translated Spanish and Portuguese. And maybe some fucked up English along the way😭

A/N: Somehow as I wrote the this I made her Portuguese all of a sudden, then without noticing I mentioned she has two older brothers and she ended up being João and Hugo Félix’s sister. They don’t interact though. She talks Spanish as well obviously. Oh And apparently I made her a footballer, sometimes my fingers completely take over😭

(Not my gif, all credits to the creator!)

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"I'm sorry but I can't control where other people look! If I could I would get every single girls's eyes off of you!" She yelled back clenching her fists in frustration.

"So this is about me now!?" He asked loudly stepping closer to her, making her step backwards. A part of him hurt when she did so.

"This literally is about you Gavi!" Hot Tears running down her face as she aggressively wiped them away.

"Well I'm sorry that some douche was literally looking at you like you were a fucking puta" The words coming out of his mouth took the couple by surprise.

He had never let his anger take so badly over him, usually he was the one who had to calm her down if she was angry at something or someone.

"Você acabou de me chamar de puta, seu pau do caralho!?" Who gave him the fucking rights to call her that?

(Did you just call me a whore you fucking dick!?)

"I have no fucking idea what you just said!" He groaned out of frustration, wanting to know what she said to him.

"Good!" Was all she said as she stormed off into the hallway grabbing a jacket to put on.

"Don't leave! We don't leave this house unless we haven't solved this"

"What is there to solve Pablo!? It's not my fucking problem he stared at me" She defended grabbing her house keys to their shared apartment.

"Y/N don't leave! I'm serious"

"So am I!"

He walked into the hallway were she was trying to find her shoes but both her and Gavi owned a whole shoe shop and on top of that they had the same pair of shoes.

The only difference being his big ass feet. Finally finding a pair that was hers, she slipped them on as Gavi kept on telling her not to leave.

If he could he'd grab her and drag her back into the living room but he knew better than that.

"Bye" she opened the door.

"Y/N we never leave this house not happy with each other! You know that damn well!"

He was about to grab her hand that was on the door handle, but luckily stopping himself before he could. If he touched her, she would explode he had seen her do so with her two older brothers.

"Y/N I'm serious!"

"Bueno! Yo también!" She responded walking out the door. (Good! So am I/Me too)

"Y/-!" As she slammed the door shut in his face he cursed to himself.

He rubbed his temple in not frustration and sadness. It was true the two never left the house or went to bed not happy with each other, so this was very bad.

Meanwhile as he calmed down she was bawling her eyes out as she walked down the street, she didn't have a drivers license. Ever since Gavi got his drivers license she had been his passenger princesa.

So she had to deal with walking, it didn't sound too bad, but she was a girl and it was starting to get dark outside.

Luckily there wasn't anyone on the streets, if there was they would probably look at her weirdly, it wasn't that normal to see a girl bawling her eyes out alone, in the middle of the streets.

The crying came naturally after a big fuss or a fight, it was something she had done since she was a kid. Being angry made her cry, as simple as that.

As well as everything was blurry she didn't wear your glasses. And her sight was not it without them.

If Pablo didn’t get so fucking jealous she would be able to see clearly now.

That’s when she felt two small paws on her legs. She immediately looked down and was met by the cutest little puppy.

“Aww, holá Cariño. Qual é o seu nome?” She asked crouching down to the little puppy. (Hi darling. What’s your name?)

“You don’t have any owners do you Bebe?” She scratched behind ‘his?’ Ear. Looks like a male from what she could see. The puppy jumped up trying to lick her face making her laugh

“I wish I could take you with me but mine and pablito’s schedule is quite busy” she sighed wanting the little guy by her side when she would go home again.

As she stood up again the dog walked away looking behind him too see if she was following. Somehow she followed the guy.

He was about to cross the street and so was she. She looked both sides and didn’t see any cars so she crossed the street but that’s when the little puppy barked.

“What’s wrong mijo?” As stupid as she was, stopped in her tracks completely forgetting that she was in the middle of the road.

She could hear the brakes of a car but it was too late, she was sent flying onto the ground, hitting her head in the process.

“Senioritã!?”

Oh fuck, she thought

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Meanwhile Pablo was cleaning her closet and her bathroom stuff so it would be nice and clean as she liked it.

He did both of their laundry as well, he mopped the bedroom floor and changed the bed sheets. She loved doing that, well not particularly doing it but she enjoyed a clean room and new bed sheets.

He was on his way to make her some hot chocolate but he got a phone call. Hopefully it was his girlfriend. He was reviled when he saw that it was in fact her

“Amo-“

“Hello?”

That did not sound like his girlfriend.

“Hello? You’re not my girlfriend, why do you have my girlfriend’s phone?” He huffed.

Who the hell had taken his girlfriends phone!?

“Señor what’s your name? Your full name? Y/N Félix only had you named as pablito.”

“Who is this?” He asked sternly? His girlfriend didn’t like to hang out with her teammates too much seeing as they were all older than her.

“Señor this is La Maternitat i Sant Ramon Hospital”

His heart stopped.

“What?”

“Is y/n Félix your girlfriend?”

“Yes. What happened!? What’s going on? Is she okey?” He asked pacing around the room.

“She’s okey, but she was in a car accident, it wasn’t too bad. But I don’t know all the details yet I’m just the nurse. Do you want to visit her?”

“Yes! I’ll stay with her until she can go home”

“Okey Señor do you live together? Or are you able to get her some new clothes or anything she might need?”

“Yes, I’ll-I’ll bring a bag” he rushed upstairs to their bedroom.

“Okey, I need to know your name so we can sign you in”

“Pablo Paéz Gavira”

“Okey thank you Señor”

“Thanks bye” He breathed out as he hung up.

As he packed a little bag for her he was blaming himself. If only he hadn’t been so fucking jealous this would’ve never happened.

Aggressively stuffing some fresh clothes and her brush and a phone charger he shut the bag closed and rushed downstairs locking the door and running to his car.

He sped too the hospital and was quickly followed to the room you were in once he got there.

“What exactly happened?” Gavi asked as they stopped at a door.

“Well the person who called the ambulance said she was crossing the streets and then she just stopped in the middle of the road, luckily he was able to brake so it didn’t get worse. He also said there was a puppy there. Do you own a dog?” The doctor asked in the end

What the fuck?

“We don’t have a dog no” He shook his head still in shock.

“Okey well she might not be awake yet, but her foot is broken and she hit her head pretty hard and she has small cuts here and there as well as some bruises. She will have to wear the cast for 6-8 weeks” The doctor explained giving him some papers.

Oh fuck sake. Why did he have to start a stupid argument. She was in so much pain because of something he started.

“Okey thank you so much” Pablo thanked him as the doctor let him in and left them alone.

He frowned seeing her foot wrapped in a cast and small band aids here and there.

He sat down on a chair that was right besides the bed. He looked at her and rubbed his temple.

“I’m so sorry princesa. I’m so so sorry”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen” “I’m so sorry. Now you won’t be able to play football for a while and it’s all my fault” he said holding her hand that was freezing.

“Are you cold!?” He asked standing up as fast as he could.

As if she could hear him and had answered, he found a blanket and tucked her carefully in before sitting down and holding her hand again.

“Did you know that Pedri had to speak English for something he did with adidas? It’s really funny, I’ll show you when you wake up” He knew she probably couldn’t hear him but he wanted to at least pretend that he could talk to her.

“Though the one with your brother is funniest thing ever, where did he even get the ‘H’ from?” Gavi laughed a little to himself.

(I Hope you’ve seen the video😭)

“He’s stupid that’s why” Her voice straddled him. He looked at her seeing her looking at him

“Mi amor. I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have yelled at you just because I was jealous. Look where that got us” He sighed running a hand through her hair

“You tried stopping me it’s my own fault pablito. Not yours. You were right we never leave the house or go to bed not happy with each other. And that’s a rule and I broke it, I’m sorry”

“You have nothing to say sorry for. You were angry because of me-“

“You were also angry, you didn’t leave the house, I did. I’m sorry that I acted immature” She apologized as Gavi caressed her cheek and stroking his thumb over her soft skin.

“Are immature. I don’t think you’ll ever get mature” He joked making her hit him playfully.

“I’m more mature then you” She quickly defended herself

“We both know you’re not. You can barely cook anything, plus I’m not the one saying things in Portuguese so others won’t understand”

“Hey you’ve crossed a line, you’re supposed to be nice to me I’m hurt you know?”

“Oh trust me you won’t have to walk for weeks mi amor” He laughed and she immediately knew he was gonna baby her, which he already kind of did but now even more since she was injured

“Oh god no” she groaned

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“What are you doing up hermosa? You’re not supposed too put weight on your feet” He scolded her lightly swiping her off her feet and carried her back to the bed where they were watching a movie.

“Pablitoooo, I can walk on my own” She groaned.

“he told you not to put weight on your foot. And what did you do?” “You put weight on you r foot” He scolded her once again, while he placed her foot up on a few pillows.

Then he got in besides her and pulled her into his chest and unpaused the movie that the two were watching.

Her hands clutched onto his biceps, which was quite hard. He’s a big man now. “Don’t leave?” She asked hopefully, she was laying way to comfortable in his arms now.

“I’m not gonna leave princesa. I have to take care of you after all. Don’t I?”

She hummed in response while nodding her head.

“Te amo mucho pablito “

(I love you so much pablito)

“ Te amo mucho tambien mi hermosa niña” Hé placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

(I love you so much as well my beautiful girl)

Her eyes tried to stay open but physically couldn’t. He of course noticed this and pulled the duvet more over them. He carefully removed her glasses that was resting on her nose and placed them on the nightstand.

Once he saw that she finally closed her eyes for good he turned off the tv.

He kissed her head softly

“I’m so sorry mi amor te amo mucho, Dulces sueños” He whispered softly running his fingers through her hair. Soon letting sleep take over.

(I love you so much, sweet dreams)

Hi! Hope you liked it even though the end might be a bit weird written I don’t know hahah. But I’m tired as hell😭 have a great day, night or morning❤️

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[hereisrachel]

Vladimir Makarov dating headcanons pt.3

When he has a bad day and reader (tries to 😭) comfort him

Requested by my pookie @bloodyrussianraven 🫶 ty for support <3 i hope you like it !

Tw : Angst to comfort ig?, bad english, probably ooc.

(I'm running out of gifs help)

The most noticeable thing about Makarov being in relationship with you, was the fact how much attention he paid to you.

Whenever you both went on a mission, he would always check if you're okay. Sometimes ask but he doesn't want to come off as too affectionate. (He's kinda stubborn with that)

You'd always catch him looking at you when you were in the same room as him. (he never looks away)

He asks you if you ate, if you sleep well, if you're not injuried. All of that in ice-cold tone so it sometimes catches you off-guard but you know he cares.

And today was different. He didn't look up at you even once since you woke up.

He didn't speak to you, well he wasn't much of a talker but he was acting like you straight up didn't exist.

That hurt, but he did worse things to you. (Just reminding ya'll that he is still a bad partner 😚)

You tried to get to talk to him but you had no occasion or time, or you thought like that.

He was avoiding you, it finally got to you.

Since you both left the house you didn't see him at all because he didn't want to see you.

That hurt twice but yk 👀 (again, been at worse)

In the evening he has no choice but to go back home where he has to face you.

Trying the best he can to ignore you, he and you knew that there was no running away.

So you ask him what's wrong, he obviously brushes you off saying that he's fine.

You try to guess, carefully so you he won't give you a black eye. (Lmao)

But he doesn't get angry, he looks just, sad.

It makes you sad too because he probably has no strength left for getting angry.

He just tells you it's a hard day and you accept it, you're happy he at least admitted it.

This is when you two are laying in the bed already, you try cuddling him a bit. As much as he would usually push you away when he's having a bad day, he didn't do it.

So you took another step, gently brushing his cheek and moving your hand to his hair, gently caressing him.

You place a gentle kiss to his cheek and he closes his eyes.

Congrats you're now exposed to vulnerable Makarov.

You start to whisper some reassuring words, and he places a hand on your back, rubbing it gently as if he's thanking you.

He either drifts away to sleep or sit up so you can help him feel better in another way iykwim

This is getting too fluffy, I'll do another part when he beats the shit out of you.

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