#and as soon as most people noticed that i had a personality beyond that i was the weird one again

[4izawas]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑! ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “i’m boyfriend material!” he cries indignantly, offended despite the fact that he’d never kept a relationship for more than a few months out of sheer boredom, and you pause before looking him up and down. / “…mhmm.”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: jujutsu kaisen | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: satoru gojo/f!reader, mild sukuna/reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 6.25k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: college au, fem reader, fuckboy satoru, protected sex ( wrap it up cumsluts ), jealousy, attempted hand-holding, brief nanami cameo, satoru gets hard attached and then is O.O when reader is like ‘nah imma dip now’, slight angst, unrequited love, previously established relationship ( just not w gojo 💀💀 ), cheating ( by reader ), bf sukuna.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: hmmm gojo’s not suffered enough, let’s do THIS 👹👹

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

Gojo Satoru was not nervous. 

All he had to do was ask a simple girl in his Philosophy course out so he could take her home and sleep with her. He’d never asked any of the girls in his Philosophy course out, though, so he was a little hesitant. As odd as it would seem, he enjoyed this class, and he didn’t want anything awkward to happen — which was why Suguru had directed him your way. 

‘“She won’t make it weird,”’ he’d said, though how he’d known when Satoru knew every person that his best friend had ever slept with ( and you had not been one of them ) was beyond him. 

Remember, he thinks to himself, glancing over at you a few times in a way he thinks isn’t noticeable, She’s gonna fall all over you, just like all the others, as soon as you ask her out. Easy lay. 

And he wasn’t nervous. 

Class ends, and he waits for everyone to make their way out. From experience over the last semester and a half, you were one of the last people to leave, taking your time considering you didn’t have any more courses after this one ended at noon on Tuesdays until 5pm. Once only a few stragglers are left, he grabs his books and saunters over, plastering on one of his most breathtaking grins ( if he did say so himself ), then leaning against your desk. You don’t look at him, blatant disinterest emanating off of you, but he forges forward. 

“So… I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight?” he asks, preening over how quick all the past yeses came. Men and women fell all over him like water rolls over stone in riverbeds, 

“No.”

“Great, I was thinking maybe that new Italian joint—,” Satoru pauses. Blinks. Registers your words. “…What?”

“No. Is a two letter word so difficult for you to understand?” Satoru is… shocked, for lack of a better word. He’d never actually been told no before. 

“But… why?” His question is whinier than he’d intended, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. You narrow your eyes up at him. 

“I don’t have to explain myself to you — but if you must know, I  go on dates with the man I intend to be in a relationship with,” you say honestly, and Satoru fights back a snort. “I don’t date someone who’s only  good for a quick fucking session.”

“I’m boyfriend material!” he cries indignantly, offended despite the fact that he’d never kept a relationship for more than a few months out of sheer boredom, and you pause before looking him up and down. 

“…Mhmm,” is your only reply, and he pouts. You go back to finishing up, and he thinks for a moment, drumming his fingers against the surface of your desk before shrugging. 

“Interested in hooking up, then?” he asks, and you glance up at him questioningly. “We don’t have to date, we could just have sex.” Not that you’d want to keep him as ‘just a fuckbuddy’ for too long, Satoru thinks. 

You hum softly, seeming to think it over, then give a slight nod. “Sure, we can fuck,” you say with a lazy shrug, then sigh. “But no feelings. I’m not interested, especially not with someone who has a reputation like yours.”

“You say that now, but you’re gonna be beggin’ for me to be your boyfriend,” Satoru chuckles, and you roll your eyes. 

“Don’t hold your breath,” you reply, sounding amused as you cross your arms, and without missing a beat he waggles his eyebrows at you, and you raise one of your own. “What?”

“Wanna get started on this friends-with-benefits thing now? My car’s in the parking lot,” he grins, and you look completely unimpressed. 

You resume picking up your notebooks and textbook, shoving them in your backpack and steadfastly refusing to look at his goofy expression. “I’m not fucking in your dirty-ass backseat,” you reply grumpily. “I might catch something.”

“I’ll have you know my car is amazing and clean and perfect,” Satoru retorts, acting as if his feelings are hurt, and you scoff. 

“Not with you as a driver. Didn’t you hit a sorority mailbox last month?”

He’s silent for a moment. “We’re in philosophy class, you know. Most philosophers say that it’s ‘unwise to root yourself in the past’.”

You just blink at him, then roll your eyes again and slide your laptop into your bag. “That alone tells me everything I need to know.”

“Y’know, you’re really mean,” he pouts, and you have to fight off the urge to smile. Sometimes he was amusing, even though you didn’t want to admit it. 

“I know. It’s one of my best traits,” you reply, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “See you in class.”

One week later, Gojo finally picks you up — that is, your shared Philosophy course ends and you both head to his car. You’ve both tossed your bags in the back and are sitting in the drive-through of a fast food place waiting on your coffees with you tapping away at your phone while he hands his card through the window so he can pay for the drinks you’d gotten along with his own. 

He pulls forward after getting his card back, then brightens a little as he remembered the question he’d wanted to ask before he’d forgotten after asking if you wanted a drink. 

“Do you want to type your address into my GPS so we can—“ Satoru starts, and his eyes widen when you interrupt him almost immediately. 

“Not at my place. Never at my place, Gojo,” you snap, and he nods almost dumbly. He’d not expected you to be so stern about it, nor for you to deny him heading to your apartment or house or whatever ( especially considering his hookups typically didn’t care as long as they ended up with him in their bed. In the back of his mind an alarm bell rings, but he dumbly chose to ignore it. 

“That’s — That’s fine, no problem, we can go to my place,” he replies, pushing a fake grin on his face. He watches you visibly relax back into the passenger seat, and relaxes himself before pulling up to the second window and taking your drinks. He hands you your drink then pulls away while sipping at his own Diet Coke, glancing at you every now and then as he drives back to his apartment rather than wherever you lived. 

Part of him was nervous; he never really ever brought hookups back to his apartment — hell, he’d only brought like two of his prior girlfriends there, so this was a big break from his normal meet-up for sex. Still, he’d talked so much shit to Suguru when he’d said he’d manage to fuck you, so he couldn’t back out now. 

He’d taken out the trash yesterday, right?

He pulls into the parking lot of his apartment, easing into his spot and putting the car in park before taking a breath and leaning back. You aren’t paying him any attention, still in your phone apparently texting someone from what he could see from the corner of his eye, and once you’re done you lock your phone before turning your body to face him in his seat. 

You ask quietly, “Gojo… are you sure you want to do this?” and he pauses as he starts unclipping his seatbelt. 

“Yeah, of course! Why would I, uh — Why wouldn’t I?” he asks, nodding with a smile. You raise an eyebrow. 

“You’re acting nervous.” You deadpan, and he laughs. 

“Nervous? I’m not nervous! Let’s fuck, babe,” he says brightly, opening his car door and hopping out as you shrug and unclip your own belt. 

“…Don’t call me babe, but whatever. If you’re sure,” you say lazily, then add, “By the way, three of my friends know I came home with you, and I just dropped a location pin in a group chat, so… it’d be easier if you weren’t some creepo murderer.”

Satoru laughs again, this time actually amused. “That’s great, they’ll know the location of the best dick in Japan! Second floor.”

You scoff, but follow him up the stairs, stopping only as he fishes his keys out of his pocket and works on getting them in the lock. Eventually it pops into place, and you follow him inside, toeing off your shoes and following him quietly, eyeing him as he takes his loose coat off and tosses it on the back of his couch before following his lead to the bedroom. He lets you come in before turning to close the door, and is surprised when he turns and your shirt is already on the floor and you’re working on wiggling out of your tight skirt. 

“I — oh! Like to do the work yourself, huh?” He jokes, and you scoff through a playful smile. 

“Please. If we fuck and you just lay there, the entire campus will hear about it before midnight, I promise,” You reply. Satoru just grins. 

“Who says we’ll be done by midnight?” He asks cheekily, and you laugh again. 

“Gojo Satoru, it is two in the afternoon,” you say, and he laughs and starts unbuckling his belt. 

“And?” he purrs, tossing it aside and kicking his pants away after they pool around his ankles, leaving his boxers on as you kick off your own skirt, leaving you in a mismatched bra and underwear set. He’s discovered he much prefers you this way — almost naked and ready to joke around with him — rather than the way you were cold and quiet in class. You actually seemed human here, and he was starting to understand why Suguru had said you were easy to be around; Satoru had thought he was lying just to fuck with him, but apparently you were typically this way in the bedroom and at parties after a few drinks. It was an interesting thing about you to learn in all honesty. 

He presses his front to yours, wasting no time and dipping his head down to kiss you, mashing your lips together hard and his hands snake behind your back and unclip your bra at the same time that you slip the condom you’d taken out of your bra between your teeth and hook your thumbs in the waistband of his own underwear and push them down. He steps out of them as you stumble backwards towards his bed, leading him along before falling back with him on top of you, both of you still kissing. 

You start to unwrap the condom. “You’re a good kisser,” you mumble into his mouth, reaching one hand down to shimmy out of your panties while the other tangles itself in his hair, tugging lightly. Once they’re over the edge of the bed they fall to your ankles and you just step out of them, reaching between your bodies and slipping the condom down his shaft with an experienced sort of ease that faintly amused him.

“Why the tone of surprise?” Satoru laughs, nipping at your bottom lip before starting to kiss a line down your throat, savoring the area over your pulse point as you let out soft, happy sighs.

“Mmm, kinda thought you’d have loser dick — but like, a real loser, not the sexy kind,” you reply honestly, and Satoru would have been offended if he wasn’t so fucking horny. He just laughs against your hot skin  and keeps kissing, about to kneel when you tug him back up. “Don’t need your mouth on my cunt, need your cock in me,” you grunt, and Satoru barely chokes back the whimper that threatens to escape him. 

“G-Gotta — Gotta prep you,” he argues as you reach between your bodies and grip his dick in an almost too-perfect grip. 

“Prepped myself before class, and I’m plenty soaked,” you reply, pressing his head in. He doesn’t bother trying to hide the low groan that tumbles from his lips at the thought of you fingering open the hot cunt he was so close to, then sitting in class with him only a few seats away, ready and waiting for him to fill you. “Plus I enjoy the stretch. Don’t pussy out now, Gojo.”

“Stop calling me Gojo when I’m about to be balls deep in you,” Satoru growls, and you just laugh with a defiant glint in your eye. 

“You gotta earn me saying your first name, loser boy,” you taunt, and he narrows his eyes before bottoming out in one go, watching in satisfaction as your eyes widen and your pupils blow further all at once… then the feeling hits. 

“God, you’re fucking tight,” he groans, letting his head fall. “Fuckin’ hot too.”

“Don’t tell me slippin’ it in is gonna do it for you,” you whisper, and Satoru forces himself to pull out, his eyes squeezing shut at the perfect friction in the glide of his cock slipping out of you, before thrusting back in. 

He starts a steady pumping of his hips, taking you over the edge of the bed like a beast on its bitch at a breeding bench. He can feel your nails digging into his back and scalp and it makes him make a tight fist in the sheets, soft moans falling from his mouth as he fucks into you desperately. 

“F-Fuck — Oh god, Satoru, you fucking bastard-!” you moan, holding tight as he ruts into you, and he laughs breathlessly through a moan of his own. 

“E-Earned it already?” he asks playfully, and you laugh through a moan yourself. 

“Again, thought you were a real loser. Now shut up and keep fucking me,” your words come out in a low purr as you toss one arm around his neck, amd he busies himself with doing as told, not bothered by taking a command to fuck your willing body like this. 

Soft groans of your name and his coupled with cursing and cries for God fill the room as the two of you fuck, your sweat and precum smearing across both of your bodies as you both get closer and closer to orgasm. “C’mon, just like that — gonna cum, gonna cum!” you whisper, and Satoru presses closer and keeps his pace and position the same, listening to the way your voice pitches. He’s been on the verge of cumming himself for the past fifteen minutes, but he’d be damned if he came before you the first time the two of you fucked — not when you still somehow thought he was a loser. 

“Cum for me, babe, cum for me—“ he half-begs lowly, and you huff through a moan. 

“What did I — did I say about calling me babe?” you ask, and he shakes his head. 

“Sorry, sweetheart — God, please, just fucking cum already!”

You laugh a little, a laugh that breaks apart like brittle ice at the end as your pussy starts clenching tightly around his cock and you dig your nails into his skin hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck — fuck, fuck — fuckfuckfuck, cumming-!”

Satoru’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling of you clenching so tightly around him, and the sounds of your cries as you cum around have his own falling from his lips as he fills the condom wrapped around his cock and you slowly relax completely into the bed, unmoving aside from a couple stray twitches and a lazy hand against his chest to get him off of you. He falls bonelessly onto the bed next to you, tugging the condom off and tossing it into the trash can by his bed before returning to letting his legs dangle off of the side of bed with his feet flat against the floor like yours. 

He waits a moment, enjoying the silence between you both before asking, “Well?”

You make a confused noise and turn to look at him. “Well what?” you ask, amd he chuckles. 

“Am I a loser?” he asks cheekily, and you laugh brightly. 

“Oh, definitely. Big loser energy from you, Satoru,” you reply. 

“What?!” he exclaims, turning onto his side to look at you head on, and you laugh again and nod as you sit up and stretch with your arms over your head. 

“Yep. But hey — you’re a loser with good dick,” you offer, standing on slightly wobbly legs, and start to get dressed. 

“What a comfort,” he mutters, acting annoyed, and you see through it just as he knew you would. 

“It should be,” you reply, zipping up your skirt then putting on the shirt you’d thrown over your forearm. “See you later, loser. My ride’s outside.”

Satoru’s quiet for a second, unused to girls just leaving, much less having already called cars to wait for them outside while he fucks them, “…Yeah, later…” And you’re out the door in less than five minutes with nothing but a wave and a yawn.

After a moment he stands and makes his way into the kitchen, peeping out the window to see you climb into the passenger side of a car driven by someone with short pink hair. He sighs. 

The sex was good — but today did not go like he’d expected. 

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒. 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟏𝐏𝐌

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒. 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 dropped a pin!

meet me at starbucks

i’m getting a coffee

then we can fuck or wtv

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ! — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟏𝐏𝐌

why r u getting coffee at 9pm

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒. 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟐𝐏𝐌

don’t ask questions your tiny brain can’t understand the answers to

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ! — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟐𝐏𝐌 

i literally only asked why ur getting coffee so late :(

ur so mean :((

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒. 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — 𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟐𝐏𝐌

and yet u still like to fuck me?? lmfao loser

Satoru throws his phone down on the passenger’s side seat, pouting with a huff and drumming his fingers against the top of the steering wheel as he slowly follows the line of traffic towards the Starbucks you’d pin dropped, and he sees you before you see him. You’re texting someone, a large coffee in hand, and you look… happy. Satoru didn’t think he’d ever actually seen you smile a real smile before, not in class when you’d ignored him for months before he’d proposed being fuckbuddies and not even during the last couple months that the two of you had been hooking up. Every now and then in between fucking each other he’d catch you gazing down at your phone with a fond look in your eyes, but he didn’t really ask about it anymore; you always dodged his questions, and it always led to you being in a foul mood and leaving him. He learned quickly to just… not say anything and let you do your own thing so he could empty his balls and you stay happy and with him. 

Stay with him? God, what was the matter with him? He sounded like a clingy high-schooler, desperate to keep their first relationship. No, he was supposed to sleep with you once, get off, then go laugh about it with Suguru — not… whatever he was doing. It had been six months, why was he still here — fuck, who was he kidding? Satoru knew exactly why he was still here: he liked you. A lot. 

He’s in too deep, and now he can’t back out. 

You open the passenger side door, disrupting him from his thoughts. “Hmm, on time as usual. Desperate, huh?” you ask, sipping at your coffee, and it takes everything in Satoru to scoff at your words and start up the car as you clip on your seatbelt, because the answer was yes. He is desperate. He wants you, wants to hold your hand and take photos with you and brag about how beautiful you are to Suguru and his other friends, and wants for the world to know that you were each other’s partner. He wants to kiss you, not in the sloppy way that left your lipstick smeared across your face as he fucked into you, but softly and slowly so you can tell with each tiny shift how much he loves you. Yeah, you’re mean to him, you make fun of him all the damn time — but god, does he fucking like it. 

It’s a slow, careful motion when he reaches a hand over to first grasp at your thigh before moving over ever so slightly to hold your hand as he drives, and a pang bounces through his chest as you immediately tug your hand away and turn away from him. 

He doesn’t try to touch you again for the rest of the car ride, and before he knows it he’s once again back at his apartment, the motions of making his way to the bedroom with you at his back all a blur. You’re on him before he can remind himself to breathe as the sight of you bare and vulnerable before him takes his breath away as it always does — but you aren’t vulnerable, are you? You’re closed off, all sharp corners and twisted smiles, but maybe — just maybe — he’s blunting them a bit. 

“O-Oh God — oh, fuck-!” Satoru whimpers softly, his thick eyelashes fluttering as he fists his hands in the sheets beneath him while you bounce on his cock, tiny gasps falling from your lips as you swallow up all of his thick length. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as drowns in the sensations of your sopping cunt taking him entirely, his fat tip slamming against your cervix with each rough drop down. 

“Fuck yes, Satoru!” You hiss sharply, clenching around him and digging your nails into his shoulders. “Y’fill me up so fuckin’ good, ‘Toru-!”

“Yes, yes — fuckfuckfuck, c’mon!” Satoru whines, bucking his hips up to meet yours as they drop down harshly. “You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart, so fuckin’ wet!”

Lewd wet noises and the slapping of bare flesh along with the crude banging of his headboard against the walk fill the bedroom, mixing with the sounds falling from your lips, as well as his. Satoru sits up, wrapping and arm around your middle as yours instinctively loop around his shoulders, your lips catching his in a searing kiss that sends a fond warmth from his mouth all the way down to his toes. 

“God, yes,” you moan into his mouth, “So fuckin’ good, Satoru — don’t stop, don’t stop-!”

“Won’t, can’t, won’t stop!” Satoru promises through a moan of his own, a deep groan following it triggered by the feeling of your tongue running along his. His fingers dig into your skin hard enough to bruise as you tear your mouth away from his in order to latch onto his neck and bite down, nipping and kissing and sucking as his head falls back in time with the feeling of the soft heat kindling in his belly start growing hotter and hotter. “F-Fuck — damn it, m’gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, Satoru,” you whine sharply, and he whimpers a little. 

“B-But you-?” he starts, his words devolving into a garbled moan as you pick up the pace. 

“I’m close too — c’mon, ‘Toru, cum with me!” You plead softly, and Satoru needs no further prodding. He clings to you tightly as he starts cumming, his own fingernails digging into your skin as his hips buck up messily into your welcoming hips with each new burst of cum. Your voice pitches in the way he knows it does during your own orgasm, and he forces the haze away just enough so that he can look at you and watch you fall apart on his lap. 

God, you’re beautiful. 

The two of you bask in the moment for about ten minutes before you finally end it, pulling away and staggering into the bathroom in the hallway to piss. Satoru sighs and tosses the condom in the trash can after tying it off, falling back against his bed with an arm thrown over his eyes. He can hear you come back into the bedroom, can hear you moving around, assumingly so you can no doubt be ready to leave again — which is why he’s surprised at the feeling of the blankets beneath him being thrown back and the mattress dipping beneath your weight. 

He stares at you in surprise as you begin making yourself comfortable, fluffing your pillow and finding the spot on the side of the bed you’d chosen before you finally catch him staring. “Go to sleep, Gojo,” you mutter, shimmying around beneath the blankets as you try to get comfortable in a technically strange bed. 

His eyes widen in half-wanting shock. “You’re staying the night?” Satoru asks hopefully, and you sigh. 

“I’m tired,” you reply simply. “Now go to sleep.”

Sayoru nods wildly, his heart pounding. You were staying the night — you were staying. With him. “Yeah… yeah! Okay. Sleep. I can do that!”

You nod tiredly. “Good,” you say, amd you click off the lamp on the nightstand next to you as Satoru does the same. An odd silence fills the room as Satoru follows your previous motions of getting ready to rest before finally getting comfortable under the blankets. 

He rolls over to rest on his side, staring at the way you lay with your back to him. “…Goodnight,” Satoru murmurs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours. It doesn’t sting as harshly as before when you move your hand away, considering you do allow him to drap his arm over your waist while pressing his chest to your back. You’re silent for a moment, but you do eventually respond as his warmth begins to seep into you.

“…Goodnight, Satoru,” you say, and he hums drowsily. 

You’re both asleep within fifteen minutes. Neither of you comment on how well the two of your bodies slot together outside of sex. 

It’s 1am when Satoru wakes up, his vision blurry and the red numbers on his bedside clock more aggressive than he remembered. 

Blearily he pats the mattress behind himself, wondering why he’d turned away from you in his sleep, and finds nothing but cool sheets, which leads him to rolling over. He’s startled, almost certain he’ll find the bathroom light on in the hallway, but no — it’s darker than he’d like, even at twenty-three, and you’re not here. Snatching up his cellphone, a quick scan of it tells him all he needs to know. 

You left him. 

Again. 

Three days later, Satoru finds himself parked in front of the dining hall on campus, waiting for you to come out, likely followed by one or two of your friends. After waiting about ten minutes, you do just that — only you’re walking closer to an older man in a suit than he for some reason felt comfortable with, and he moves around in his seat a little to get comfortable while watching your interactions with the man with narrowed eyes. He grits his teeth for a moment when the man touches your arm in a too-casual way, then crosses his own when he sees you smile at him. The two of you stop on the sidewalk several paces from his car, then finally split off. 

“So… Who was that old guy?” he asks as you slip into the passenger seat, and you pause as you put your bag in the backseat. He doesn’t want to just foolishly believe that you’re genuinely confused, but he also doesn’t want to think ill of you without reason, so he ‘decides’ to withhold judgment for now. 

“What?” you ask, confused, and he sighs in blatant annoyance. 

“The old guy. The one you were literally just talking to,” he grouses. “The one who was getting so touchy.”

“‘Old guy’ — wait, the blond?” You ask, almost in a shocked way, and he nods. You snort; Satoru doesn’t know what’s so funny. “That was professor Kento — my History professor,” you reply, and Satoru can feel his cheeks heat up a little, but he refuses to look at you as you start laughing. 

“Oh my god! You were fucking jealous of Professor Kento?!” you giggle, and while he’s embarrassed he can’t deny that he enjoys the sound, even if it was at his own expense. What the hell was wrong with him? “That’s so fucking wild — like c’mon man, we aren’t even dating. If I wanted to fuck Professor Kento, it wouldn’t even fucking matter.” A lump settles in Satoru’s throat at your words. 

Yes, it would. 

“But… you aren’t, right?” Satoru asks carefully as he pulls the car out of park, and you sigh. 

“No, Satoru. I’m not going to fuck my History professor.” you say softly, blatantly amused, but it’s too late now — Satoru’s upset, and he can’t stop the words from coming out. 

“Because I just — I don’t want anyone else with you like me, y’know?” he asks, almost paranoid. He fails to notice the way you stiffen next to him and forges on, his heartbeat quickening as his panic picks up. “It’s just — really like you. Like a lot. And it scares me. But it doesn’t scare me enough to not want you to myself, you know? I just want you and want to be with you and—“

“Take me home.”

Satoru pauses. “W-What?” he asks, uncertain of the icy tone you’d taken on when interrupting him. 

“My address is in your GPS,” you say quietly, then repeat yourself. “Take me home.”

“But-“ Satoru whispers, but you shake your head almost violently. 

“Now. Or I’ll walk,” you threaten lowly, and that’s all it takes for him to listen. The rest of the car ride is spent in silence until he reaches your apartment. You’re out of the car before he can say your name, and he’s following you before he can even ask himself why. 

He’s right behind you as you go into your kitchen, watching in surprise as you pull out a large bottle of wine from the fridge while simultaneously throwing open a cabinet next to the refrigerator in order to pull out a wine glass. You pull the cork out, fill the glass, and empty it in one go before refilling it again.  

Tentatively, Satoru says, “Please, I just — I think I’m in love with you. Can’t we talk about this?” and you laugh borderline hysterically. 

“And say what?! What do you expect of me, Gojo?” you ask, your tone harsh enough to make him flinch, but he answers you anyway. 

“I… I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says softly, feeling smaller than he ever had before. 

You laugh again, this time less hysterically and more in disbelief. “No,” You say, and Satoru blinks in shock. 

“What? N-No?” He asks, voice shaky. 

“No!” you snap icily, turning back to your wine. You empty your glass again as Satoru begins to reflect on the situation at hand; it’s bitterly ironic, the deja vū he’s feeling. This conversation is brutally close to the first time he’d asked you out all those months ago with the sole goal in mind being getting in your pants and ditching you, whether that meant hurting you in the process or not. How poetically cruel ( and simultaneously deserved ) that he’s the one hurt in the end. 

“Can I ask why?” he finally asks, and you turn around tk face him again, your eyes wild and cold. 

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” you growl, and he lifts his hands in surrender while nodding in agreement. 

“I know that, I just—“ Satoru swallows hard. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Do something wrong? God, Gojo, yes! You asked me to be your fucking girlfriend — I literally said before we ever fucked that you couldn’t catch feelings, what is wrong with you?!

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispers, his chest filled with a stabbing pain he’d nkt ever expected to experience while in your company.

“What does that matter now?! This thing we’ve been doing is over,” you mutter, taking a long drink of your wine. Satoru’s eyes widen exponentially, and the panic begins to set in anew. 

“Over?!” he exclaims, shaking his head a little, and you scoff.

“Of course it’s over!” You snap angrily, pointing at him accusingly. “You ruined it! Feelings were never supposed to be involved!”

Satoru wilts completely. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, just as quietly as before, and you sigh audibly as you lean against the counter. 

“An apology won’t fix this,” you say bitterly. Satoru wants to argue, wants to assure you that he can be good and do better, that the two of you don’t have to stop seeing each other, but he’s instead startled when the door to the entry hall opens without warning, and he spins to glance at the doorway like whoever came in is intruding as you groan and cross your arms after putting down your wine, covering your eyes with one hand at the same time. 

“C’mon Yuuji, kick your shoes off under the coat rack,” a deep voice rumbles, and a man with pink hair strolls in like he owns the place. Satoru would be extremely alarmed if you’d seemed so yourself, but you made no move to react, apparently used to the man being in your apartment. “I’m gonna grab a beer from the kitchen and see if she’s home yet.” His eyebrows raise with ill-concealed interest when he finally lays them on Satoru. “And who are you?”

“Who are you?” Satoru parrots quietly, a sickening feeling twisting his stomach as his mind thinks up just what scenario could lead to a random man in your apartment — but was he random?

Roommates. Please, please just be roommates, Satoru finds himself begging in his kind, though no one could hear him. 

“I’m one of the two people on the lease of this apartment, and the boyfriend of the woman behind you,” the man says, narrowing his eyes; a jolt of nausea stabs through Satoru’s stomach. “I’ll ask again: who are you?”

“He’s no one, Sukuna,” you mutter, sounding annoyed. Yet another sharp pain shocks through Satoru’s chest, and he turns back to look at you in disbelief as you walk past him and wrap your arms around Sukuna’s waist, hugging him. Your voice is muffled by his chest when you say, “Welcome home, baby,” and he kisses the crown of your head and you let go, drifting over to the younger looking ( also very confused and clearly a little uncomfortable ) boy who resembles ‘Sukuna’. “C’mon Yuuji, help me set up the new console Sukuna and I got last Friday.”

The teenager follows without hesitation, the awkwardness on his face from the odd altercation fading as he starts talking to you excitedly about some boy in his Biology II class he thinks is cute, and suddenly Satoru is left alone with Sukuna. The other man is staring at him, and it's making him uncomfortable. 

“Y’slept with her?” he asks finally, and again Satoru is startled. He just slowly nods, and Sukuna shrugs and moves past him to the fridge, fishing out a beer and popping the top off before taking a large swig. “No big deal. You’re not the first she’s run around with.”

Satoru’s startled all over again. “You… don’t care?”

“Oh, I absolutely care! I’ll have you know I’m a damn jealous man — but I know I’ve got nothing to worry about,” Sukuna chuckles, looking completely unbothered as he shrugs again. “She’s my woman after all — has been since junior high.” He laughs, takes another drink, and continues while making his way over to the bottle of wine and the half empty glass she’d left on the counter. “Hell, she even officially adopted my kid brother with me when our grandfather died last year — Pretty sure she and I are set.”

Satoru feels sick, and he wants to go home. He understands now, he realizes that he never had a claim to your heart at all. God, he was an idiot. 

Sukuna hums slightly in thought, tipping his head to the side ever so slightly. “Her sleeping around every now and then makes the sex better though. Every now and then we’ll agree we wanna spice things up, and she’ll pick some poor idiot to fuck. It makes me angry, gets me all jealous and possessive, and since we both love it when I fuck her like I hate her — even if that couldn’t be farther from the truth — it’s a double win.”

“So you just — you cheat on each other just to boost your sex?” Satory asks, completely in disbelief. Sukuna just scoffs and shakes his head, knocking back the rest of his beer before chasing it with the remnants of what you had left in your wine glass before crossing his arms.

“Nah, she’s it for me — never been interested in anyone else. Besides, I know she’ll always come back to me. She’s proven that today, hasn’t she?”

That stung — but he wasn’t wrong. You had proven yourself to your boyfriend again, and Satoru looked like nothing but a fool. 

“Go home, Gojo,” Sukuna finally says, finally sounding annoyed. It seems his patience with Satoru being in his home has run as thin as possible. “She’s never going to love you, so leave. There’s nothing for you here.”

Absently Satoru wonders how Sukuna could possibly know his name when he’d never given it, until he registers that Sukuna must have known the entire time who he was because you’d told him about him, and didn’t that just make it worse? He’d been an idiot, had been so damn sure that you’d love him back. 

Fuck. Just like before, Gojo Satoru was not nervous. 

He was heartbroken instead. 

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you

[astrow1zar6]

Astro observations of people who had to grow up too soon- 24

Scorpio moons: they usually come from a very intense household and tend to have a very intense relationship with the mother. I’ve seen in a lot of cases Scorpio moon mothers really end up betraying their trust in one way or another which can be the start of their trust issues. Everyone I met with this placement was exposed to a lot of crazy shit early that forced them to grow up earlier then they’d like. The mother is usually very manipulative and smothering. Which is a big reason why they become so secretive. I’ve also seen a lot were shamed for their sensitive natures from a very young age which caused them to have such a nonchalant emotionless exterior.

Cap moons and rising: oh boy, these people are the ones who definitely raised themselves. Could’ve even help raise their own parents as well.. I notice cap moons and risings are always put with extremely immature irresponsible parents (especially the mother) most people with these placements are the eldest child and had to look over their siblings. And if they aren’t the eldest they probably still had to take on the role and responsibilities of the oldest child. I’ve also noticed that their dads tend to be assent from their lives for a period of time. Whether they want to or not they are always put in the position of the provider and breadwinner for their families. This exposure caused them to be wise beyond their years. They also usually grow up in poverty or in very poor conditions.

Saturn in 4th house: my heart goes out to these folks. Your household was probably very cold and unloving. Especially on your mothers side. Usually the mothers go thru a lot of mental stuff while raising them that causes them to be very un nurturing and cold towards the child. These people normally grow up believing that they are hard to love because of this☹️ family could be very avoidant of emotions causing the native to become very avoidant in their future relationships. As cold and sad as their home life normally is it’s usually difficult for these people to escape their homes.. they almost feel like they have this huge weight to keep their families afloat which can cause a lot of distress. Their childhoods felt more like being in a prison.

12th house placements/stellium: these people are usually rejected from their social circles early on in life. These are usually the kids that are picked last for activities in school or that kid everyone talks over when they have something important to say (ESPECIALLY mercury in 12th house) these people were treated as wallflowers a lot by their peers and families. This isolation caused extreme loneliness from a very young age. People are always making assumptions about them that are so far from the truth, this can cause them to feel like no one will be able to understand them. The rejection they suffered early caused them to become so empathetic towards others it’s amazing how emotionally intelligent these people can be.

Pisces mars: these people I notice can be big victims of bullying.These people have trouble asserting themselves normally (unless you have a lot of fire in your chart) which can cause them to attract bullies. Their sensitive nature is usually seen as weakness to more stronger types so they usually become a big target to many. People just really enjoy letting their anger out on them because they believe they won’t do anything & sometimes it’s true.. y’all need to learn how to stand up for yourselves!! Being passive will not make it go away!

Scorpio suns: I notice most Scorpio suns end up being the black sheep of their families. Usually their born with a completely different personality from the rest of the family or completely different morals. Whatever it may be they usually have something very different about them that causes a division between them and their families. Scorpios are usually that cousin that shows up to social events once in a blue moon that no one really knows anything about or what’s going on in their life. Even in other social situations they can be seen as the black sheep, always saying really out of pocket taboo stuff that makes people distance themselves. They are very authentic people and I believe people get rubbed the wrong way by that. That they can’t tame these people.

Lilith conjunct the asc: speaking of people that other feel need to be tamed here comes the queen of outcasts. I’ve only met women with this placement so I’ll speak on the women I’ve known. They are usually people that grow up with less shame than most, they grow up so naturally authentic it scares people. It is very hard to shame these people which is why I believe so many people try to shame them. They have such a powerful aura that it can be a big threat to people. So it usually results in people (mostly women or feminine energies) outcasting them from social situations or trying to make them feel insecure or acting out of jealousy. They attract soooo much jealousy it’s insane. These people whoever can attract the opposite sex like a moth to a flame which is why I believe many women get so mad.. like how can she attract so many people being so wild??? their raw energy is their superpower. However although they attract the opposite sex with no effort their dating life is anything but easy. I notice they are usually always in third party situations or the men they date never really want to commit to them:( this causes them to be independent very early because they believe they can’t trust others or people just want them for their intent.

I apologize for my late posts depression has been kicking my but lately but planning to get back to my daily posts per usual 🥰

#astro observations #astrologist #astrology #astro community #astro notes #astroblr

[nox140497]

Comfort

Prompt: No

Request: No

Summery: After reading the comments on their latest video, Colby feels really down. Seeing this and knowing Sam feels pretty down, too, Kat sends Colby's girlfriend an SOS, knowing she would know what to do.

Parings: Colby Brock Reader

Authors Note: Hi guys. Heres another one for you. You guys seem to like the Sam and Colby content, so here you guys go. Also, please feel free to make requests if you have any.

Also this >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> means timeskip

This<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< means flashback

Masterlist

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It was a normal day for Sam and Colby. They had posted a new video recently and were going through the comments.

The comments on this video, however, were particularly negative for no reason. They also seemed to be mostly targeted at Colby.

Needless to say, both boys were a bit upset and wanted comfort. Sam had Kat up in his room with him, but Colby's girlfriend Y/N was still at work. Seeing the state her own boyfriend was in, she could only imagine what state Colby was in, seeing as they were practically targeting him.

So, making a decision to help her friend, she sent Y/N an SOS text. This was a message that the girls of the trap house had started using when the boys were all still staying in the first traphouse. It was a message that said there was trouble and to get there ASAP. She got a response telling her her friend would be there soon.

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Y/N walked into the dimly lit house. It was way too quiet for the people who lived there. Now she understood why she had received the SOS from Kat. She walked up to her boyfriends room, figuring out that's where she would find him. Her heart ached as she saw her boyfriend, Colby, slumped on the ofice chair by his desk. Colby had always been a strong and resilient person, he almost always had that beautiful contagious smile of his on his face, but today, the weight of negative comments on his and Sam's video had taken its toll, dragging him into a whirlpool of doubt and self-criticism. She had seen the comments on the video. She had been absolutely furious when they had attacked the boys who worked so hard to make content for the fans who they loved. She had been beyond furious when she saw the ones targeting her love personally.

She couldn't fathom how these people could be so cruel to a man who gave his everything to give them content that they would enjoy.

Seeing this man, the man she absolutely adored, the man who had unkowingly saved her life, like this, slouching in his chair with his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly, didn't just break her heart, it shattered it into millions of tiny pieces.

Y/N aproached him softly not wanting to startle him too much, she knew he had noticed her when he lifted his head ever so slightly. The look in his beautiful ocean blue eyes broke her heart even more. She gently brushed Colby's messy hair away from his forehead and placed a tender kiss on his temple. "I love you," she whispered softly, her voice permeating the air with soothing affection. Colby's breath hitched as he absorbed her words, the depth of her love washing over him like a healing balm. He leaned into her body and buried his head in her chest. She continued to very gently run her fingers through his hair.

"Those comments don't define you, Colby, and they cerainly don't come from all of your fans. Most of them love you boys and you know that." Y/N spoke, her voice steady yet filled with conviction. "You are talented, creative, and so loved by many—including me. Your worth isn't measured by the opinions of faceless strangers."

Her words resonated, and Colby's tense shoulders began to relax slightly. Y/N knew that while her words were a start, actions would speak louder than anything she could say. She took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers as a symbol of unwavering support.

Y/N gently pulled Colby up off his chair and guided him to lay down on the bed, propping pillows up behind his back for support. Tenderly, she covered him with a soft blanket, creating a cozy haven that shielded away the negativity and doubt that had plagued him all day.

She lay curled up next to him and gently ran her fingers through his hair. Eventually, his breathing started to even out, and soft snores started to come from his slightly parted lips.

She continued to watch over him, marveling in just how much love she had for this man. He was the love of her life, and she knew and had known for a while now that his was her person. This was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

She reached over and grabbed her phone. She texted Kat, asking her how Sam was doing. After hearing that the man she cared for as an older brother would be ok and was also asleep, she bid her sister in all but blood a good night put her phone back on the nightstand and cuddled into Colby's side. Falling asleep content in the knowledge that her boys were going to be ok.

#colby brock #sam and colby #xplr #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you

[yanfeisty]

— Voicelines about Creator!Reader (Liyue) ♡ ！

⊹ [ characters ] — Beidou, Chongyun, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Keqing, Ningguang, Qiqi, Shenhe, Xiangling, Xiao, Xingqiu, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yelan, Yun Jin & Zhongli. ◞

⊹ [ synopsis ] — let's see what they think about you. ◞

⊹ [ cw ] — religious theme. ◞

⠀‣ Beidou

About The Creator: Relaxation

"We had to bring them to Inazuma for a few times, apparently they really wanted to travel with The Crux. Take important person like this isn't really what we do but you know my eye for people, Y/n seemed to be more than what we heard, they were a good travel buddy, playing with the crew and telling interesting stories from another world. Sad, the guards with them don't let them drink 'A drunk God in Inazuma? What would they think?'... But who cares what they think, they should let them have a bit of fun!"

About The Creator: Consort

"You can say traveling has brought us closer, haha! I'm really happy to have find someone like them. I'll never forget the celebration we had on the ship, the weather was kind to us this day, and the food was far better than what we're used to eat, and how could I forgot the drinks, I never saw Y/n that... wild, it's quite the experience, but it's good to see them without having to worry about anything."

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⠀‣ Chongyun

About The Creator

"Like me they have an energy that keeps away evil spirits from them, I suppose spirits are too scared to approach in fear of vanishing into fin air. So, I wonder why people still ask me thinking they need an exorcism, last time, we called me because apparently the Creator had an unusual behavior, rambling unknown words beyond any language experts' knowledge, turned out they just had too many drinks with the leader of The Crux..."

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⠀‣ Ganyu

About The Creator: Relating

"The Qixing had to work a few times with them, and I noticed they always seem a bit anxious so I always try to help them when I can, maybe it's also because I relate to them a bit, they are our Creator but they act more like a mortal, they are trapped between two worlds, leading to confusion not only for them but also others, which would always lead to critiques..."

About The Creator: Consort

"I have still a lot to finish about this, people from all regions will come so we need to strengthen the Millelith to keep everything in order, the music group that was supposed to perform left us so I have to look through the applications again, I need to verify the special invitations just in case there's an error in the date or location. Also, I'll have to go soon for the Sumeru's flowers that should arrive this afternoon. An union between who, you ask? O-Oh... me and Y/n of course! Sorry if I wasn't clear. There's no need to worry about me, I just want everything to be perfect, I don't think I will be able to not blame myself if something bad happened, I know Y/n told me they'll be happy no matter what as long as I'm with them, but that just makes me want to work more for a perfect ceremony."

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⠀‣ Hu Tao

About The Creator

"Even the most superior being needs a long rest sometimes, if it's meant to happen again, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor would be more than honored to prepare a noble ceremony for their departure. Better be quick, and offer them our buy one get one free special!"

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⠀‣ Keqing

About The Creator

"Due to their return, people expect them to rule over Teyvat, which includes Liyue. People also pray to them for the minor inconvenients... *sigh* We can't rely on Gods for everything, we're perfectly capable to survive as our own, and Y/n don't seem convinced to govern alone, even before their death it was never said that the Creator was the one who ruled Teyvat, they simply enjoyed interacting with their creations."

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⠀‣ Ningguang

About The Creator: Tour

"It is a great pleasure to welcome a such honorable guest into Liyue, especially when they were the one who helped us to save our nation. As the Tianquan I was more than glad to have the chance to make them visit the city, it was cute to see them insisting to pay even with no mora on them."

About The Creator: Consort

"I've heard people telling that I accepted their proposal to make my items more valuable and attract more persons to come and make deals in Liyue. In short, our marriage is just a business partnership and not an act of pure love. You... don't believe that, do you? Y/n is worth more than any amount of mora for me, and not because they're the Creator. I know I don't need to prove myself to anyone but I'm concerned if one day Y/n will listen to those rumors."

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⠀‣ Qiqi

About The Creator

"I don't remember who this is... Sorry."

About Y/n

"Y/n is the one who gave me a finch, I named it just like them because they're both nice with me, so when I forgot one of them I just need to look at the other to remember... Uhh, who were we talking about?"

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⠀‣ Shenhe

About The Creator: Disciple

"My family was from a clan of exorcists so they were followers of them, the clan sent prayers and asked for blessings when performing an exorcism. When my mother died, not only did my father abandon me but them too. Maybe that's why I became one of the Acolytes."

About The Creator: Consort

"My master insisted to meet Y/n, not only because they're the Creator but my partner, she wanted to meet the one who 'tamed my heart'. When they did meet, let's say both of their personalities didn't really match well together which gave... an interesting show, but at the end they agreed to share and listen to stories of my childhood..."

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⠀‣ Xiangling

About The Creator

"They told me about dishes from their other world, just hearing about them makes my stomach growl, I'd love cook those dishes if they ever feel homesick, not only can food be delicious but bring warm feelings, and not just because it's hot! But I also love making them try food from here and they always seem to like and excited when I bring them a nice cooked meal!"

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⠀‣ Xiao

About The Creator: Unusual

"They're a God, the oldest one, and yet their body and mind are just as weird and vulnerable as a human."

About The Creator: Consort

"Hm... Yes, about that. Could you help me with something? They always seem to care about me a lot, trying to heal me and making me food, even though I need none of this, but I heard it's expected to show gratitude to the person who cares about you. Since they act more like a human, I don't know what should I offer them. Flowers? Hm... Maybe something that gives me more work, picking up flowers isn't enough to thank them for everything they have done for me. Flowers crowns? I mean... I guess I can try to make one. You think that would make them smile if I had one too? Fine... Show me how to do it."

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⠀‣ Xingqiu

About The Creator

"Ah, they're quite the difficult topic to avoid. My presence was required when my family invited them for a warm welcome to Liyue, I cannot say more as it was a private meeting, but I didn't imagine them with such a casual and clumsy personality, if you would have seen the faces of my father and brother, hehe... Just to say another meeting won't come anytime soon."

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⠀‣ Xinyan

About The Creator

"Who'd think that someone like them would like my performance? Even better, they encourage it! I mean, that's understandable, staying with the most uptight persons and doing boring work all day... Can't even imagine the nightmare, they certainly got the rock 'n' roll's spirit!"

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⠀‣ Yanfei

About The Creator

"Ah... Yes, I'm aware that because of their position we allow them more than we should, but it's not like anyone mind or they do anything bad, the worse that happened was them and Xinyan being a bit too loud. I've heard of a fireworks show in all of Inazuma and a wanted gang getting out of prison, but it's outside of my territory to talk furthermore."

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⠀‣ Yaoyao

About The Creator

"They're always so heavily guarded, so you can always be sure they are in good health with no injuries, but I do worry about how they feel with being followed by people who watch your every move all day. So, whenever I see them, I ask how are they and I always have a ration of their favorite food with me. If you encounter them, tell hi from me and to take care!"

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⠀‣ Yelan

About The Creator: Easy target

"If you knew the number of cases related to them, from little scammers to hitmen, there sure is a great variety. Since the Creator has a more powerful influence than strength, criminals think they are the perfect target for great sum of mora, but they sometimes underestimate a bit too much those close to the Creator and I'm not talking about the Millelith."

About The Creator: Consort

"Shh, not so loud. Surprised, aren't we? That means we're doing a good job at keeping it as a secret. I don't want to be known and blow up my cover, plus with the danger it can attract to them, so we can't announce it publicly but it's not that bad, seeing others thinking they have a chance with them is a funny show, unless Y/n feels uncomfortable, to this I'll attend to it personally when nobody is watching."

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⠀‣ Yun Jin

About The Creator

" 'Through a simple whisper, thousands winds started to blow. Hands drew a river, rising waves emerged from the flow. Love was poured into the earth, and life began to grow~' Aren't these beautiful lyrics? There's a few operas about the Creator as we didn't know them much. We invited them but they appeared a bit embarrassed, which I can understand, so I try to sing tales that aren't about them and might fit their taste. I'm used to hear praises but their enthusiasm about my singing never fails to delight me."

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⠀‣ Zhongli

About The Creator: Hopeful future

"I was surprised to hear about their reincarnation, especially about memories from another world. I had the occasions to talk to them, even if they may seem lost sometimes and lack experiences, the love they share for this world is real and the people around them returns this feeling, with a modern and ambitious mind like them, I'm sure the future of Teyvat will be bright."

About The Creator: Consort

"You want to know more about our contract? Well, our feelings for each other were mutual and we had the same promise which was to keep the other safe and happy, naturally we came to do the ultimate promise to stay together until death separates us, but I fear even this won't be able to break our contract, one that I shall forever cherish and respect. They're quite busy but I stay patient for them to come and see me when they finish with tea that I prepared for relaxing them after a stressful day."

© ་ ׅ : pls don't translate or copy this | don't reblog with yand3r3/cult tags or if you’re a yand3r3 blog/reblog account.

@ ་ ׅ : @haileyo0ostuff

#Genshin x reader #Genshin impact x reader #Zhongli x reader #Xiao x reader #Beidou x reader #Ganyu x reader #Ningguang x reader #Shenhe x reader #Yelan x reader #chongyun #Hu tao #keqing #Qiqi #Xianling #xinqiu #xinyan #Yanfei #Yaoyao #Sagau #Genshin creator au #Yun jin

[beardedjoel]

new addiction

boss!joel x f!reader one shot collection | part two

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about your boss, but when he leaves you a mysterious note to meet him after work hours, everything changes.

warnings: 18+! MDNI! non-apocalypse au, boss!joel is a lil mean but not too mean, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv, spit kink, size kink kinda, panty stealing? does that need a tag idk, this is a filthy nasty fic and i love it

word count: 4k

a/n: basically just a shamless one shot of joel being your boss and you getting to fuck him, this is not my most proof read work i’ve ever posted but i hope you all like it! inspired by the new taylor swift song “i can see you” it’s literally my religion right now

You feel the crinkle of the paper in your hands another time, staring down at it as if the words on the page are going to change any time soon. You read over the simple phrasing, almost wanting to trace your fingers over the inking just to check that it’s truly real.

my office

6pm

JM

You’ve been working for Mr. Miller - Joel, he told you to call him, but old habits die hard - for a little over four months now. You’d always been taught to refer to any person of authority this way, so it was taking some getting used to to just call him Joel. 

This has been the longest four months of your life, mostly due to the man in question - Joel fucking Miller, your boss, the man responsible for your livelihood, the man you absolutely should not be pining over. How you can stop lusting after him is beyond you when he looks like that - his dark hair has grown out a bit since you started, brown curls flecked with gray that match his beard traveling down his neck now. Curls you dream of sinking your hands into and tugging in the heat of the moment every single day. Every time his dark brown eyes catch yours during conversation, you have to fight your mind to stay on track.  Watching his lips move, wondering what they’d feel like on yours, on any part of your body. It’s been completely mind bending, the attraction you feel for him. 

It all started a few weeks ago, when you started to wonder if the attraction was mutual. At first, it was a sidelong glance that lasted a bit too long here and there, then a few times where he brushed his body a little too close to yours, and you’d feel the heat of it linger long after he was gone. You could scarcely breathe when he got that close to you, a few times he’d hovered behind you at your desk to look at something on the computer with you and you wondered how you weren’t combusting, flames dancing across your skin. The moment you’d felt his hot breath on your neck, you fought hard not to shudder, and when one slipped by, you cursed yourself, hoping Joel hadn’t noticed. You’d thought maybe he hadn’t, but he suggested as he walked away that maybe you get a sweater to wear inside if you were so cold.

Fucking asshole.

He had to know the effect he was having on you. No matter how hard you tried to hide it, he was flirting in his own, restrained way. The most you’d gotten out of him was when he put one of his large, my god, so large, hands on your lower back as he’d breezed past you in the small, cramped employee break room to get to the coffee machine. 

“‘Scuse me, doll,” he’d said gruffly as he passed, and you nearly choked upon hearing the little pet name from him. Doll… you’d rolled the word around in your mind the entire rest of the day, amazed you could get any work done.

It was a small office - just a little, rented space to run his contracting business out of, and you’d been hired on to do any kind of admin work, really. There wasn’t any kind of official job title, you’d just been needed to tend to the books, appointments, and making sure everything was in order. It wasn’t a bad gig, not your dream job by any means, but now that you’d fallen deeply into your infatuation with your boss, of all people, it was making it hard to want to leave. 

And if you’re honest with yourself, you should want to find a new job - Joel can be, well, an asshole, to put it mildly. He doesn’t have time for bullshit, and he makes that perfectly clear to everyone in his vicinity. All the employees at the construction sites and office do revere him, and know he’s one of the best in Austin to learn from and have on your resume as far as contracting goes. On his good days, however, he really is a pleasure to have around, and you relish in the times you get to see his warm smile and hear him laugh at one of his employees busting his balls. On those days, you can see the speck of hope that keeps the people around him in his life.

Joel typically stops in at least once a day before rushing off to check on things at his job sites, and sometimes you do worry he’s wearing himself too thin. He comes in looking exhausted some days, snapping easily and drinking copious amounts of coffee. But you have to constantly remind yourself that’s not for you to worry about - you aren’t his wife, his girlfriend, his anything. You can’t fight off the desire to be something for him, though, wanting to be there for him, to provide some kind of release for him on those tightly wound days. From there, your mind drifts to the deepest corners of depravity, thinking of all the ways you could help him release.

On one such stressful day, he dropped a note on your desk, so quickly in passing anyone else in the room might have missed it. He didn’t bother to look back at you afterwards, leaving you wide eyed, staring down at the small piece of paper that was folded in half as he continued on to his office.

You felt like you were floating the entire day, anticipation boiling in your gut as you wondered if this note could mean what you think it does. By the time 5:45 rolls around, Joel having breezed back into the building and shutting himself in his office thirty minutes ago, you’ve decided you’re either getting canned or fucked tonight, and both options are making you so nervous you might jump out of your own skin. The few people left in the office pack up for the day and head out, leaving you pretending to finish up work as you wave goodbye to them.

You stand up right on time, smoothing down the short pencil skirt you’re wearing before breathing deeply and reaching for the doorknob to his office. You knock as you open the door, poking your head in. Joel looks up from his desk, where he’d had his forehead on his palm, looking over some paperwork.

“See you got my note,” he says, his voice slightly hoarse from a day of likely speaking and barking orders at his various job sites. “Shut the door behind ya,” Joel adds, and you feel your heart jump further into your throat, a slightly shaky hand shutting the door behind you as he asks. 

“Sure. Er, what’s this about, Mr. Miller?” You fidget with your hands in front of you, resting them on your belly as you wait expectantly. 

“Joel, remember?” he replies with a cocky smile. You still haven’t quite figured out his intentions, and at this point, you figure it could go either way, and you’re bracing yourself internally for either losing your job or what could be the best sex of your life.

“Right,” you say with a shaky chuckle. “Nervous habit, sorry… Joel.”

“Nothin’ to be nervous about, why don’t ya come on in,” Joel says genially, a hint of a smirk pulling at his lips at hearing you say his name. 

You slowly make your way to the chair that’s across from his desk, a cluttered mess that you’ve learned is organized in his own way, as he always seems to be able to find everything he needs despite you offering many times to help organize it for him. S’okay, I’ve got a system, he’d repeat every single time, so eventually you’d given up on asking.

“How was your day? You seem stressed,” you dare to ask as you sit down, and Joel quirks a brow at you.

“Same old bullshit,” he says breezily, rubbing a hand down his face and pushing the papers on his desk aside, focusing his attention on you. “So fuckin’ stressed, but you don’t need to worry about all of that.”

“What if…” you start, swallowing hard. Now or fucking never. If you’re about to possibly lose your job, you may as well go out with all you’ve got. “What if I did worry about that?” you blink a few times, eyelashes fluttering in his direction and Joel gives you an indiscernible look, but you swear his eyes go a shake darker. “Just, that you’re stressed, I mean. Isn’t it my job to help you?”

Joel barely even reacts other than a flicker across his eyes that you only notice because you’re looking so intently. The bastard was probably prepared for this, like he knew you’d come in here ready to flirt your little heart out if the situation called for it.

Fucking. Asshole. But an extremely hot asshole with his eyes trained right on yours, making you melt instantly and forgetting all about the cursing him you were doing in your head.

“That so?” Joel says slowly with an amused, deep chuckle. He stands up, making his way around the desk towards you, and your heart picks up, practically beating out of your chest now. “That in your job description, hm? Help ol’ Mr. Miller when he’s stressed?” 

His tone, his body language, everything is screaming green lights for you to continue this witty repartee. “It could be, if you wanted it to,” you reply, squaring your shoulders back, not cowering from his gaze, but rather intensifying yours with a small pout of your lips. Joel’s movements over to you are slow and calculated, practically sauntering until he’s standing in front of you. He absolutely towers over you now, more than usual, his broad shoulders looking even wider from your angle below him. He leans back on the desk, perching on the edge, giving you a direct view at his crotch, a now very apparent bulge in his jeans.

“Pretty thing like you’d really want to do all that for me?” Joel asks.

You lick your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Mhm,” you sound, and your confirmation is enough to have Joel leaning forward, placing a hand on your cheek, fingers ghosting along the skin as he makes his way down to your neck, the light trace of his calloused pads sending goosebumps along your arms.

“Like the way I’m touchin’ you, pretty girl?” he asks quietly, and you manage to let out another affirmative noise. You watch his thick fingers tracing down the top of your chest, silently begging please keep going, please. When his hand reaches the top button of your shirt, he pauses, and your legs squeeze together in anticipation. You nearly whine when he withdraws his hand, but seconds later he’s using a finger to tip your chin up, indicating for you to stand.

You meet him against his desk, his legs opening wide for you to step in between them, and you press in close, feeling unsure of what to do with your hands, how far he wants to take things. You delicately place a hand on his thigh to steady yourself, and he slips his arms around you, immediately sliding them down your back and to your ass.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he squeezes your ass firmly through your skirt. “Such a sexy little thing, you wear this for me?”

“You’ve caught me,” you say with a sly look. The skirt isn’t anything that scandalous, but you do suppose it shows more of your legs than may typically be deemed appropriate in an office setting. You’ve always blamed the more skimpy clothing you’d wear on the hot Austin climate, but you know in the back of your mind, it was all always for Joel.

“Don’t have to wear all this to get my attention, y’know,” he says a little more tenderly, still kneading the globes of your ass hungrily, pulling your skirt up in the process.

“Seemed like you enjoyed it, all those times I saw you watch me leave your office,” you quip back.

“Damn right I did, ‘m only human, darlin’,” he says gruffly, yanking you forward, and the hardness in his jeans is pressing right into your own throbbing heat, sending a swirling wave of desire in between your legs. Slickness is gathering there quickly, leaving your underwear already wet and uncomfortable against your skin.

“On your knees, now,” Joel says, pushing you down by your shoulders until you bow under the pressure, getting down onto the carpet and sitting on your knees. “That’s a good girl,” he says with a smirk. He makes quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his cock within moments, and it takes everything in you not to gasp at the sight laid before you.

His cock is beyond what you’d imagined - he’s a big guy overall, but you can’t say you’ve ever been with someone his size, and it’s immediately intimidating. And the bastard knows it, you can tell by his coy little smile as you look at his throbbing cock with wide eyes, taking in the size of him at full attention. You take a little comfort in the fact that he seems painfully turned on by you, the head of his cock leaking pre-cum, pink and pulsating for any part of you to be on it.

“Go on now, doll, ain’t got all night,” Joel says, snapping you out of your reverence for his cock, and you glance up to him before placing a few kisses on the head. Joel hisses through his teeth, his hips bucking forward at your face. When you lap up the drop of precum, swirling your tongue with your eyes locked on his, he lets out a full groan. You hover over his cock, letting your drool collect and fall down onto his shaft in a long string, and the warmth of it brings out a frustrated growl from Joel. He watches with darkened eyes, and his hand shoots to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly.

“Knew you’d be so fuckin’ dirty, such a little tease,” he growls out. He uses your hair to tilt your head back, so your neck is craned up, facing him more directly now. “If you’re gonna act like that, be willin’ to take it in return, sweetheart,” Joel says more coldly. “Open your mouth.” It’s not an ask, but a command, and the authoritarian in him makes you want to listen. You pop your mouth open, shaking a little bit under his tight grip as you watch him gather his own saliva and let it slowly fall out of his mouth, straight down into yours. You taste the strangeness of the sensation, never having had someone else's spit in your mouth in such a copious amount.

“Now swallow,” he demands, and you make a show of swallowing hard, eliciting a devious smile from Joel. “And get back to work,” he says, loosening his grip on your hair and pushing your head back to the level of his cock, dripping and awaiting your mouth.

You immediately slide your mouth down his shaft, not wanting any more pushback from Joel on your teasing, and you taste the saltiness of him as your mouth stretches more than you’re sure you can accommodate. You start to bob more quickly, savoring the myriad of groans and hums Joel makes in the height of his pleasure. 

“Fuck… your mouth’s even better than I ‘magined,” Joel says, his hips thrusting in time with your bobbing, sending his cock back further into your throat. A gag slips out, but you swallow him down, allowing him even deeper as your hand works on the rest of him that won’t fit inside of your mouth. He inhales sharply before pushing you back by the shoulders, his cock leaving your mouth with a loud pop.

You barely have time to be confused by the sudden interruption before Joel pulls you up under the arms, spinning you and flattening you against his desk, and you scramble to slide back, papers and office supplies spilling and moving everywhere. He flings a frustrated hand to clear it out of the way, sending everything flying onto the floor, and you stare wide-eyed, thinking this kind of thing only happens in the movies. And here you are, living in a real life fucking movie.

Joel grips your face, turning your attention back his way before crashing his lips into yours, ravenous kisses and swipes of his tongue taking over every sense. You moan, grinding your hips into him as you return the energy of his kisses, pulling back to trace your lips along his chin, the roughness of his beard scratching your face before you reach his earlobe, giving it a few gentle sucks.

“Shit,” Joel hisses out, pushing down your chest to have you lay back on the desk. He tugs under your knees, pulling you to the edge and hiking up your skirt in the process. His hand slides up your thigh, and you’re panting in anticipation, knowing he’s about to see the very evidence of your arousal absolutely soaking your lace panites. When Joel hooks his thumbs in the sides, pulling them down, he makes a satisfied huff at the slick, shining stain that’s left on the black fabric.

“Now that’s a sight…” Joel says, holding the panties up before slipping them into his back pocket. “Didn’t know you’d wanted to help me de-stress this badly, darlin’, would’ve called you in here ages ago,” he teases you with a wry chuckle, clearly enjoying the very compromising position he has you in.

“I do,” you say impatiently. “Didn’t know if it was okay to… you’re my boss.” 

“More than okay. Y’see, I’ve been thinkin’ the same thing f’ a while now, havin’ to resist such a perfect little thing that walked right into my office one day.” He tuts with frustration, tightening his grip on your thighs. “Seen you watch me like you couldn't wait to get that mouth on this cock, sugar.”

You nod, confirming everything he said was true. “I j-ust see you so worked up, so much on your shoulders, Joel. Let me…” you heave, “Take it all out on me.”

You tempt him to take that next step, wrapping your legs around his hips, your ankles crossing over each other to pull him even closer. 

“Sure you ain’t gonna tell anyone about this?” Joel asks with a few huffs, clearly holding back from what he really desires right now. His body is radiating the unmet need of release that’s throbbing from his every pore right down to his painfully hard cock.

You shake your head wildly, the back of your head moving along the desk. You sit up enough to peer at him and make sure he knows you’re serious. 

“Our little secret,” you whisper huskily, letting a smile curl onto your lips. 

“Good girl.” Joel returns the smile, one much more cunning as his features darken and he pushes his hard cock against your opening, the large head alone already making your hips twitch with pleasure. When he pushes in you make a small whimper, but try to stuff it down quickly as he stretches you with a beautiful sting along your opening. 

“Fu… oh my god,” you murmur, as he pushes in further and further, until you’re sure you couldn’t possibly be more full of him. When he moves past even that point, you groan and realize he’s fully seated inside of you, deeper than you’d ever imagined was even possible. You quickly pulsate around him, your body adjusting to his size until it starts to feel more pleasurable than painful.

“There we go, look at that…” Joel says breathlessly. “Takin’ this cock so pretty, aren’t ya?” He doesn’t even take a beat before he begins thrusting, his massive hands holding tightly onto your hips to steady you as you jostle back onto the desk. Your back arches into the pounding of your two bodies together, warmth growing from deep inside of you where he’s hitting so perfectly. You decide that while you’d made this about him, you wanted to fulfill a fantasy of your own while you had the chance. You’d daydreamed of a certain scenario countless times over the weeks, one you intended to have come to life and turn out to be even better than you could have imagined.

“Fuck me over your desk, Mr. Miller,” you say, an extra bite on the last words, knowing he won’t correct you on his name this time. He growls, a noise deep in his throat at your words.

“Want me to bend you over ‘n fuck you right on this desk, d’ya?” Joel asks, not even allowing you to answer before pulling out of you. You brace yourself on the desk, hopping off and immediately turning around, standing up and pressing the entire length of your body back onto Joel’s. You reach an arm up around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, and he lets out a low hum, grinding into your back.

He doesn’t let it last, though, the tender kiss, before he pushes you down with the palm of his hand on your back, guiding you to rest with your ass out and body pressed low onto the desk. You pant hard, feeling slick gathering between your legs all over again at how close you are to fulfilling your ultimate fantasy with him.

Joel has no mercy, slamming his cock into you, and this angle is completely devastating, ready to ruin you at any moment as your legs immediately begin to shake when his cock hits against your walls hard. He thrusts into you over and over, and you can’t help but be anything but loud, moaning out his name and every expletive that comes to mind as you practically go wild over the way he pumps you so full each and every time. You feel tears sting your eyes, the release trying to build to a crescendo deep in your core. 

One of Joel’s hands finds your clit, rubbing tight circles and you fold, completely undone at the large pad of his finger starting to coax your climax out of you. 

“C’mon, let me feel you come on this cock, know you’ve been wantin’ to,” Joel says haughtily, and you give in to the sensation, letting the waves of practically transcendent pleasure overtake you as you come hard, screaming Joel’s name in the process.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna - “ Joel says in the midst of your writhing, moaning mess, before being cut off by his own orgasm being pulled from your pussy squeezing his cock. He quickly pulls out, letting himself spill onto your back with a few extra jerks of his cock, the ropes of cum warm on your skin. Joel breathes heavily, caught off guard by the intensity and quickness of his climax, knowing he nearly didn’t make it.

“Jesus, sugar, gonna make a man fuckin’ crazy with a pussy like that,” Joel purrs, using a tissue to begrudgingly clean up your back - he’d thought you’d looked much better all flushed and covered in his cum, and was already plotting a way to see it again and again.

You hum a satisfied sigh, turning back to look at him before sitting up and settling on the edge of the desk. “Glad I could help, boss,” you say teasingly, and Joel already feels another twitch in his cock at your toying with him. “You still stressed?” you ask, batting your eyelashes innocently.

“You’ve no fuckin’ idea…” Joel sighs. “Got a whole new set of problems now,” he says, looking you over with greedy eyes.

“Well, you know where to find me, if you ever need any help with that,” you say with a wink before hopping off the desk and breezing out of his office, daring a last look back at him.

#thanks to my beautiful coworkers for brainstorming this idea with me i love y'all #i kind of like this meanie boss joel he's kindaaaaaa #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #fic: boss!joel

[oncomingnight]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

You were an admirer of Omar's music for almost a year now. So, you could imagine just how thrilled you were when you were able to snag some tickets for you and your friend for his concert.

Hours before the venue doors were set to open, you were smoothing your outfit of its wrinkles, fussing with your makeup, lathering yourself in lotion multiple times and making sure you were the best smelling person in the crowd. You didn't expect for him to possibly notice you, but it was a nice thing to think about. It was also an excuse to get dolled up.

When the venue doors were finally opened, you practically dragged your friend to get to the closet spot near the stage, as the tickets were general admission.

As the concert was slowly progressing, you were far too entranced by Omar's gruff and all consuming voice to notice he was looking at you. At your sparkling eyes, your fidgety fingers, the pleased smile you were failing so horribly at hiding.

Oh how lovely you were. Omar never knew the beauty he would witness when coming to your city on his tour. He wanted to get this concert over with to invite you, and only you, backstage. He usually invited fans backstage to hook up with them, but you, oh were you special. He wanted you all the time, not just for that one night, not just for a sexual favor.

As his beyond immensely wonderful concert ended, you began to walk out of the building along with your friend. But, you were suddenly stopped by a man that had the frame to be a security guard.

"Omar would like to meet you backstage. You can wait out here if you'd like. But, you, come with me."

If only you could see the look of pure shock on your face. You looked at your friend and she smiled at you before saying, "go, I'll be in the car."

You timidly followed the man through a dark hallway with black ceramic tiling. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a door that had the singer's name on a gold-plated board. "Go right on in."

Your hand turned the silver door knob and you almost flinched when you saw Omar sitting on a black leather couch, his full attention on you.

"yeah, you're the one I saw. Don't be so shy, c'mon, sit down right here, next to me."

He proceeded to ask you about yourself, what attracted you to him and his music, his drive for writing songs, what he does outside of his work. The two of you spoke of almost everything there was to talk about. You told him things you never expected to tell someone upon first meeting, but it felt different with him. You gave him your social media, not expecting how fast he was to message you. I'm talkin', as soon as you left his dressing room, he immediately struck conversation in your direct messages.

The two of you proceeded to talk for weeks on end before he finally decided to ask you to be his girlfriend. You were absolutely ecstatic, but then, you were a bit nervous to face the potential backlash from his intense fandom. But, he swore that he would strike down any attempt to belittle you. He'd absolutely humiliate and ruin someone's self esteem after they tried to come for you. One look at their profile and, oh boy, he'll make them deactivate their account immediately after his response to them.

Yeah, it was shocking to see how protective he was of everything that had to do with you. But, it made you feel secure and incredibly appreciated. He never let you go a minute without letting you know how much you meant to him and how intensely happy you made him.

The way this man writes about you is pure poetry. It makes people weep and stare at the lyrics in awe with the amount of love he carries in his penmanship. He isn't the type of artist to use you purely for his craft, no. The two of you are one in flesh, he writes so you know just how willing he is to throw himself on a sword for your benefit.

The songs he writes in your name put the most beloved poets to shame. You'll regularly see people fawning over the way he writes in absolute adoration of you. People will leave comments like:

"why can't he talk abt me like this" "put this on his fyp, not mine." "Sleeping on the highway tn! 😆" "Oh to hear this song live w/ him." "He posted me to this song 🤭."

It's to the point where people propose to their spouse at his concerts.

Omar yearns for you so intensely whenever the two of you are apart. Sure, he'll hang out with his friends but he knows something's missing. They're just not as fulfilling as you.

He always thinks about marrying you and sealing the deal, but, he's trying to do it in the most perfect way. You were a bright orb of light and he was so desperately trying to find his way to the right path, and oh did you help him. He wants to plan everything just right, not wanting anything out of place. He discreetly measures your ring size and keeps in his mind what engagement ring you are most likely to love.

Omar gifts you the best presents that anyone could ever ask for. The thing is, you never ask for them, he just does it because it makes the both of you happy. Seeing the apple of your cheeks pop out as you smile at the gifts in his hands, his heart is practically crawling out of his chest.

"Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore this but ....oh, Omar...how much was this, hm? I need to step up with my gifts, you're so consistent with yours." You lightly laugh as you finish your sentence.

"It didn't cost enough. Don't worry about the price, your love is enough of a gift for me, حبيبة قلبي."

He'd take you on the most beautiful vacations to any of the cities/countries he's heard you fawn over. Want to visit New York? Of course. He'll take you to the best cafes with the most appetizing food items, book a hotel with the loveliest view of the multicolored lights of the restless city, reserves a table at restaurants that only the most self disciplined chefs work.

For Christmas every year, the two of you go on the loveliest trips together. He'll fly you out to his cabin in Quebec. The presents that are put under the tree are only of the best quality, of the finest fabric and material.

You're always his plus one when he attends events for only the best of the best. You deserve to witness and experience absolutely anything and everything wonderful to the fullest.

Translation: حبيبة قلبي ; Love of my heart/ sweetheart (so basically the same thing)

Thank you very much for reading ⁠♡ feel free to send asks/requests!

#yandere oneshot #yandere oc x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere #yancore #yandere singer x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x willing reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere oc x y/n #obsessive love #obsessive yandere #oc x reader #oc x yn #oc x you

[b0r3dtod3ath]

Sweetheart

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description: Y/N and Wilbur being high school sweethearts 

an: a lil headcanon list that i came up with; i imagine y/n and wilbur being in high school and they both aren’t popular but they aren't underdogs either,

warnings: mention of alcohol and anxiety; y/n not being a fan of public display of affection

-Wilbur wasn’t very lucky with girls. He had some crushes buy oh boy when his eyes laid on you.. He was walking with his head in the clouds. He regretted that he hasn’t noticed your beauty earlier. To him you were like an angel. Teachers would get mad at him for not paying attention to class while he was admiring you. 

-It was hard not to notice. Will’s best friend quickly connected the dots and started talking to you and inviting you to hang out with them. At first it was quite awkward but with time Wilbur became more and more comfortable around you. He still couldn’t hide his crush. 

-With time you had also developed some feelings towards him. You saw in him what most girls couldn’t - not only his height but also his sense of humour, ability to lift up everybody's mood and this special spark. You always felt safe with him. He would always offer to keep you company while coming back to your house in the evenings. 

-After some convincing Wilbur decided to confess his feelings to you. It was a usual walk from your mutual friend’s house to your home. As soon as you left your friend he started getting nervous “So, I wanted to tell you something.” he lost all his words. You stared at him as he avoided your eyes. The two of you heard a distant yelling of your friend “Are you going to tell her you love her or not?!!” and the rest was history.

-Wilbur was a very sweet person. He would do anything to make you happy - show up with flowers on a random day, bring you coffee to school or even visit you when you were sick just to keep you company,

-You would always wander around a city after school. This would usually end up in cute unplanned dates near the seaside,

-I’m so convinced you would try alcohol for the first time together and end up tipsy in a meadow,

-Also figuring out how to make out- lots of laughs, constantly asking each other is it okay, really listening and paying attention to each other. Anytime a moan escapes your lips Wilbur smiles and makes a little note in his head. (nothing happens beyond this - just to be clear).

-A lot of little dates: going to the theatre, picnics in the parks, lots of walks, 

-It always felt weird for you to be all over your boyfriend at school so you usually behaved like you were just friends. You weren’t hiding your relationship but it felt uncomfortable for you. It quickly began to bother Wilbur. “Did I do something? You act differently when we are at school. The moment we exit the building you are back to normal acting like nothing has happened. I feel as if you don’t want people to know we are a couple.” he randomly stated while you two were sitting at the beach enjoying the afternoon sun. “I just don’t like rubbing into everyone’s faces that we are in a relationship. That’s all.” you looked into his eyes as you spoke. You could clearly see worry in them. “Is it about me?” he quietly asked. “Oh, no, no, honey of course no. It’s just I don’t like being so transparent in school. I love you more than anything, Wilby. I would never be embarrassed or anything because of you.” You grabbed his cheeks in your hands as you spoke. A single tear escaped his eye but you quickly wiped it. To show him you meant what you said you kissed him and pulled into a hug. 

-This boy is so anxious sometimes. A lot of the times he needs your reassurance. Whenever he would feel down his mom would call you and ask if you wanted to stay at theirs overnight. You had those little self care nights for him. You would help him refresh and organise the room a bit. Later you would put on a movie or start a game. You would spend hours praising him, giving him soft massages and kisses, playing with his hair. You wanted to make sure he feels as safe with you as you with him.

-Overall a very pure first love :)

#wilbur imagines #wilbur imagine #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur headcanons #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot headcanons #writers on tumblr #fan fic writing #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagines

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Separation

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~10.7k

Summary: “I shouldn’t have married you” angst prompt 

A/N: Here’s the promised angst with no happy ending 😉

Warnings: Angst, stalking, injury, past stalking and harassment, mentions of drug use and overdose

She shouldn’t have said it. She knows she shouldn’t have even thought it, but she was stressed and desperate to figure this out. The fact that she’d uttered the words at all had horrified her, and she’d wanted to take them back as soon as they were out of her mouth. The fact that she said them to you made her feel like a monumental idiot, not to mention jackass. She’d had to watch you leave near tears because she hadn’t been able to come up with a reason why she’d say something so horrible to you. She was scared, and panicking made her lose sight of all reason. Even if she handled it poorly and failed to effectively communicate her feelings, she felt like she had a right to panic about this.

You’d been leaving work late last night and as the last person there it had been pitch black by the time you made it out to the parking lot. Tired from a long day at work, and thinking mostly about what to make for dinner, you hadn’t noticed the person dressed in all black waiting behind your car. Boone noticed him first as your tail lights illuminated him when you unlocked the car and he’d startled you with a bark that made you jump nearly a foot in the air.

You’d looked around for the cause of your dog’s outburst and you’d been greeted with the sight of someone pointing a gun at you. You were slow to react but Boone wasn’t as he charged forward fearlessly to attack the stranger. You're not sure how you ended only on the ground, but not shot when you’d tried to get your dog out of harm’s way.

You always gave Wanda shit about having Bucky follow you around, but you had to admit that it paid off. When he pulled into the parking lot just in time to save you from getting punched a third time, you decided that you would stop complaining.

You’d been rattled and confused by the time you got home. Bucky had driven you and despite your protests, he’d called your wife to tell her what happened. You weren’t sure if this was related to Wanda in any way. Your attacker hadn’t exactly been given a chance to announce his intentions before Boone had tried to maul him. You remember your near panic attack at hearing Wanda start yelling and demanding to know who this person was.

She still had people trying to figure it out, but her main concern right now was you. You were angry at her which was understandable, but she was anxious about the idea of you leaving the house right now. She knew that you likely went to Yelena or Nat because she’d driven you away, but she just hopes that you’ll be safe with them.

Nat and Yelena were coming back from dinner with Kate to their shared apartment. They spent most of their time at the compound, but they both agreed they wanted a separate place to go sometimes when they didn’t want to make the drive, or didn’t want to be around a bunch of people.

Tonight was one of those nights where it wasn’t too busy at work and they’d been able to get away by early afternoon to spend time away from the compound. Yelena had spent time with Kate, and Nat had done her own thing until dinner time. The three of them had been so isolated today, and they had no idea what had happened last night.

For this reason, the duo is surprised to find you sitting against their door waiting for them. Your eyes are closed as you sit cross-legged with your head back against the door. Your eyes are puffy and they notice that you look tense beyond what they would expect for just attempting to sleep in a terribly uncomfortable position.

“Y/n?”

You don’t open your eyes immediately because you’re still replaying the argument you and Wanda had in your head. You don’t know how it got so out of hand so quickly. When you’d gotten home last night you’d been shaken and very grateful for your dog and Bucky coming to your rescue. Wanda had predictably panicked and made sure at least 3 people were looking into your mystery stalker despite the late hour. You’d mostly spent your night in bed restless and going between trying to sleep and petting your dog who you’d made sleep in the bedroom with you.

“Y/n what’s wrong?”

You register Nat’s voice and your eyes open to see the sisters standing beside you with matching looks of concern. You figure they don’t know about this given that you had been with Wanda for practically 36 hours straight. She’d been on the phone with a lot of people, but clearly not these two by the confused looks they were shooting you.

“Can I…Do you mind if I hang out here for a while?”

Pietro watches with a frown as his sister continues to pace back and forth in front of him. He’d been relaxing with a drink after a long day when Wanda had called to tell him about what happened tonight. He was aware of your close run-in last night, and he’d jumped at the opportunity to help figure out who was responsible. However, he’d been mostly out of the loop about what was happening with you and Wanda at home.

Things were understandably tense. They usually were when something like this happened, and you never knew how to make it better. Apparently, an attempt to do so hadn’t been well received by his sister, and she’d said something truly idiotic.

“I still don’t get why you’d say that.”

Pietro knows he’s pointing out the obvious, but since arriving at the compound, Wanda has simply been pacing and muttering under her breath. The most he’d been told initially was that she made a mistake and she’d run you off for it. It had taken some probing to get her to admit what she’d said exactly, and understandably he’d been disappointed.

He watches as Wanda shakes her head and groans at her own stupidity. She really needed to figure out how to make this up to you. She didn’t mean what she said, and she needed you to know that.

“I know, Piet. I don’t have a good excuse. I just…I knew something like this would happen.”

Pietro’s frown deepens and he stands up when Wanda says this because he’s done watching his sister fret. He also knew how Wanda was just too paranoid for her own good, and she sometimes needed a reminder that things just happen. Things like this happen when Wanda does what she does, and its unavoidable. She knows this but her ability to deal with it continues to need improvement.

“Sestra, whether you two got married or not, you would have run into this problem. You both knew this.”

Wanda scowls at the thought, or rather that the fact that her brother was telling the truth. When he had to remind her of what was right, she always knew she was being irrational. That said, knowing this and actually being able to let it go and change her thinking…that was the part that she struggled with.

She’s nodding despite not really having any sort of solution to offer, but luckily her brother is way ahead of her.

“I know, I know.”

“Then why does this keep happening, Wanda? Y/n knows what she signed up for. Hell, she jumped headfirst into it. You know she won’t leave you.”

Pietro doesn’t expect the reaction that he gets from his sister. He’d been hoping that she would tell him that he was right and that she would stop fretting. This was an unlikely outcome, he knew, but he was trying to be optimistic.

Instead, Wanda stops mid-stride and doesn’t say anything for a long time. Pietro is getting a little nervous by the time the redhead sighs and moves to sit down next to him. She looks to the drink that he’d abandoned on the table in front of him, and she’s tempted to steal it.

“Not willingly, but what if one day Bucky arrives too late? What if she’s taken from me?”

Pietro sighs in defeat. He knew that his sister has always held this particular fear about your relationship. She’s also always been fearful of losing anyone since their parents had been killed. She was understandably paranoid about it since those responsible had been trusted allies who betrayed them. It was hard to shake this especially when the person in question was you. You didn’t have much exposure to her side of things and you sometimes don’t realize how dangerous it can be. This can make it difficult for you to understand where Wanda’s coming from when she voices her concerns, but unfortunately, he knows that his sister doesn’t always deal with her fears in the best way.

“As frustrating as this will be to hear, you can’t protect her from everything. You can only do what you can, but you know that she’s got a good head on her shoulders. She’ll listen to you, but you also need to be nicer to her.”

Wanda slumps where she’s sitting when her brother says this, and she nods pitifully as she’s reminded yet again of her mistake. She can’t think too much about it because then she’ll start crying again, but she’s starting to think that’s what she needs. She really fucked up and she just hopes you can forgive her.

“Will you tell us what happened?”

You had come directly here after leaving the house because you knew that the compound was off-limits. It would be nearly impossible for you to go there without Wanda finding you. You needed a little time to think after your argument and this was the first place you thought of.

Your friends hadn’t been there and since you didn’t have a key, you’d resorted to just sitting in front of their door for close to an hour. You know it would have been faster to call them, but you also didn’t want to have to explain things to them over the phone. You didn’t really want to explain things at all, but you knew you had to. Not only that, but it would probably help you come to terms with whatever you planned to do next. You valued your friends’ opinions a lot, and you wanted their take on this. Not to mention, they knew Wanda before you and they could certainly offer insight on what she might be thinking.

Since starting to date and eventually marrying Wanda, you’d learned that the greatest obstacle in your relationship was her job. Whether it was specifically her tendency to be MIA, vague or something more like this, you knew it would always be an issue. You’d predicted that you would have to deal with your wife’s enemies at some point, and the fact that the two of you couldn’t get on the same page about it was frustrating to say the least. You would admit that you were ignorant to a lot of what Wanda did, and as a result you couldn’t entirely appreciate where she was coming from. This was an obstacle that you could only see the two of you overcoming if you had a difficult, and quite frankly terrifying conversation about Wanda’s business.

You looked to the duo before trying to summarize your fight with Wanda. You’re not very successful.

“Someone almost shot me last night, and during a fight about it, Wanda told me that she shouldn’t have married me."

Yelena’s jaw drops while Nat’s clenches at the idea of Wanda saying such a thing to you. She could understand Wanda’s anxieties associated with you being in the line of fire, but the other redhead didn’t always deal with them well. She was extremely distrustful and would lock you in your house 24/7 if you’d agree to it in order to keep you safe. However, that’s not something you want, and you don’t want to fight with your wife, but this seems to keep happening each time you’re threatened.

Nat tries to figure out how to ask what’s on the tip of her tongue while Yelena grumbles something under her breath before shaking her head.

“As stupid as that was, Y/n, Wanda loves you. She’s just…”

“A jerk sometimes?”

“I was going to say not the best communicator, but that too.”

Nat shoves her sister gently which makes Yelena glare at her, but she ignores her as she reaches out for you.

“What are you thinking right now?”

It’s a loaded question but Nat just wants you to try and talk through it. She’s sure it will make you feel better, or at least help you figure out what you want to do next. They were happy to let you crash here, but did you really want to do that? You’re frowning as you consider what you’re feeling at the moment. You suppose the most obvious is hurt. Wanda’s never said something like that to you before no matter how stressed she got. She always blamed herself which you didn’t like, but this alternative was somehow worse. She’d made you feel like your entire relationship was a mistake. Married or not, you know that being with Wanda was a risk, and this had been an understanding between you two. You knew the risks, but you thought being with Wanda was worth it.

Maybe you were wrong.

Yelena and Nat have a silent conversation that wraps up right before you look up from your lap. You don’t want to be near Wanda right now. Her stress will just overwhelm you and you don’t feel like dealing with that. Not to mention you feel so unwanted right now that you can barely stand to think about it. You knew your wife loved you, but has she been regretting marrying you this entire time? You know you asked her, so it hadn’t been her idea, but she’d seemed thrilled about it.

“I’m thinking that I want to steer clear of Wanda for a while, but I’m already missing my dog.”

The sisters laugh but they understand what you’re asking them. Yelena moves closer so she can wrap an arm around you and pull you in for a hug. Nat smiles before looking at her phone. She’s not surprised to see that Wanda’s texted her, but she’s in no hurry to answer. She has another idea.

“I guess you can crash here with us, right Natasha? We’ll watch a relaxing horror movie and eat a bunch of ice cream.”

You smile at the idea and you’re grateful for the distraction as you consider what movie to watch. You pull out your phone to look at the list you’ve made to ask Yelena to watch. You barely notice the 32 notifications, probably all from Wanda as Nat stands up with a nod.

“I can run to your place and get Boone. Fanny would love to have another friend here.”

You stand up to hug your friend gratefully before you take a deep breath.

“I can go with you. She’s probably not there.”

Nat’s already shaking her head before she pats you on the back and turns you toward Yelena who’s already grabbed the remote.

“No, don’t worry about it. I’ll get him and then bring him back here. It won’t take long at all.”

With one more hug you watch Nat leave before you sigh in exhaustion. You lean back against the couch cushions and squeeze your eyes closed. This is not how you’d wanted your weekend to go, but you really can’t chose when someone tries to kill you. You feel Yelena sit back too before she leans against your arm with a sigh. She hates to see you so down, and she hopes that Nat yells at Wanda a bit if she is home, but for now she’s going to focus on you.

“Do you want to eat first, or choose a movie?”

When you don’t respond immediately Yelena frowns before she sets down the remote and grabs her phone from her back pocket. She doesn’t have a message from Wanda, but that’s because the redhead knows that she wouldn’t respond well to anything she said. Between the two sisters, Yelena’s a little more critical of Wanda whenever the two of you have a disagreement. She’s not blindly loyal to you, but she knows that most of the time you fight it’s not because of anything you did. When it is, she tells you the truth and usually the issue is easy to resolve.

Something like this is usually Nat’s expertise because she’s the one who knows Wanda best. Since she shares some of the same anxieties as Wanda, but about her sister, she is slightly more sympathetic than Yelena is. Usually. Tonight, as she’s speeding down the road to pick up your dog she wonders if this same issue is going to come up for the remainder of your marriage. However long that may be. She’s not sure if anything can be done to ameliorate the situation. You’d only just started to agree to training sessions, and you’ve been married to Wanda for barely a year. She’s not sure if all the training sessions in the world will be enough for Wanda to feel comfortable with you continually being exposed to the dangers of her job.

This of course is something that should have been settled before you two got married, but Nat’s not sure that’s her business. Her main concern tonight is you, and as she arrives to your house, she sees that most of the lights are off. Wanda’s probably at the compound, but she sees Boone almost immediately as she gets out of her car. He’s staring out the window, and he’s barking at her like a good guard dog.

“Good boy. Now let’s get you to your mom.”

Wanda’s almost home when she receives a call from her security company. Given the couple of days she’s had, she’s very on edge and answers it immediately. She’s expecting the worst but instead she’s told that her friend has broken into her house. She sighs in defeat and speeds the rest of the way home to find out how you’re doing. Her talk with her brother hadn’t made her feel much better, but she knows what she has to do to make it up to you. She just needs you to give her a chance first.

“Natasha, do I even want to know how you got in here?”

Wanda shuts the front door behind her as she looks around for her friend that’s been packing a bag for you and Boone. She’s not sure how long you’ll want to stay, but she doesn’t want you to have to make a trip back here before you’re ready. She drops the bag she’s packed on top of the small pile next to the couch before turning to the redhead. Boone’s walked over to greet her, but Wanda’s focus is on the bags that Natasha’s packed for you.

“There’s a window on the third floor that’s not locked. I’d fix that if I were you.”

Wanda sighs in defeat before she dares to ask what the redhead’s doing here. Nat goes to grab Boone’s leash and the shepherd jumps toward her excitedly while Wanda just frowns in disappointment at what she knows is about to happen.

“I assume Y/n is with you?”

Nat doesn’t answer immediately instead she hooks Boone up and pets him with a smile that causes him to whine excitedly. He misses you and he must think that Nat’s going to take him to you. He also may just smell Fanny on her and he hopes she’s nearby.

“Do you remember what you asked me to do when you and Y/n got married?”

Wanda had not been expecting this question and she frowns in anticipation of how this conversation is going to go. She sighs before biting her lip in thought. This is a loaded question but given the circumstances, Wanda has a feeling she knows exactly what Nat’s talking about.

She sits down in the nearest seat before crossing her arms with a heavy sigh. She just wants to go to bed. It’s been a long day and her stress headache was making her dizzy. She was going to try and call you one more time, but now that she has confirmation that you’re with Yelena, Nat’s presence here tells her as much, she might hold off. She doesn’t want Yelena to answer for you and just yell at her.

“I think I do, but I have a feeling you’re going to remind me either way.”

Nat frowns as she drops Boone’s leash and ignores his whines as she walks over to where Wanda’s sitting at the counter. She still has her gun on her and the dark circles under her eyes tell Nat that she didn’t sleep much last night, maybe for even longer. Nat hopes she feels a little guilty about what she’s done, and she decides to remind her that she should just in case.

“Make sure I’m good enough for her, remember that?”

Wanda immediately looks away in shame, and her gaze drops to Boone who’s sitting beside Nat eager for a walk. She almost wants him to leave because his presence is just a reminder that you’re not here when you should be. She doesn’t realize though that as soon as he leaves though she’ll really be left alone with her self-deprecating thoughts.

“Well, you’re not right now. I hope you know that."

Wanda scowls at the unnecessary reminder that she’s fucked up. Only everyone she’s talked to today has told her that she made a mistake. The only person she hadn’t been able to talk to about this was you, but you were understandably avoiding her for the time being.

“Are you saying someone else would do a better job?”

Wanda’s not quite sure where that came from, but the jealousy in her tone is obvious to both of the redheads. Boone just sits and watches the interaction with an impatient whine. It’s against the rules for someone to put on his leash and then not take him outside. You would never do this to him.

Nat rolls her eyes spectacularly and Wanda has to suppress the urge to groan in annoyance. She hadn’t meant Nat when she’d said this, but she figures that this is karma biting her in the ass yet again. She still occasionally thinks about how you and Nat were not quite a thing only a few years ago. It’s as disturbing as it is infuriating, but you both don’t ever talk about it or even think about it honestly. You two view each other as sisters, and the idea of doing anything like that again made you a little nauseous.

“Enough. That’s like you sleeping with Pietro, unless of course you want to do that.”

Wanda’s clear disgust is answer enough but she still shakes her head as she forces the image of her brother out of her mind. He’d drunkenly gone to the wrong rooms at the compound one night, and Wanda had been in bed asleep with you. She’d heard a noise that startled her awake and she jumped out of bed to investigate. She’d dropped her gun and screamed so loudly you woke up when she found her brother in the middle of her living room naked as the day they were born. She shudders at the memory before muttering something petulant under her breath.

“No, I don’t. I just want to talk to my wife.”

Wanda almost regrets calling you that because it brings both of their attention back to the issue at hand. Wanda had never meant what she said because she loved you and wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. She just failed to realize how much of a difference having a girlfriend versus a wife was in the eyes of her enemies. She hadn’t expected you to be threatened so quickly and by so many, and she’d already been on edge about a recent threat when this happened. Wanda doesn’t need anyone to tell her that she reacted poorly because she knows this. She’s only a little embarrassed that the entire family is learning of her mistake, but she mostly cares about you at the moment.

Nat just frowns as Wanda’s expression turns sadder with each passing second. She doesn’t want to give her false hope, but she isn’t cruel enough to say what she’d first thought after hearing what she’d told you. She sighs before shaking her head and looking to Boone who had given up trying to get her attention. He was sniffing his food bag and probably plotting to tear into it when she speaks up.

“She’s not ready to talk to you, but give her some time and too many horror movies with Yelena.”

Wanda’s still frowning as Nat gathers up the bags she’s packed and nods Boone toward the door. She doesn’t bother with his leash because he’s just going into her car, so she just lets him drag it behind him. Her hands are full but she only has a couple of seconds to contemplate how she’ll nudge Boone out of the way and open the door when Wanda stands up. She’d considered just watching her friend leave with an annoyed scowl, but she figures being petty won’t help her in the long run. She is a little upset that you’ll be staying with Nat and Yelena for a while, but she’s grateful that you have someone that you can rely on.

“Thank you, Nat.”

Her voice is only slightly strained as she says this, and Nat shoots her a curious look as Wanda turns on the outside lights and opens the door to let Boone run out. She watches as he heads straight for Nat’s car before jumping in through the back window with an excited bark. She can’t help but frown before she forces herself to smile as she turns back to Nat.

“Thank you for taking care of her.”

Boone doesn’t hesitate to run inside the apartment as soon as Nat opens the door. He’d been antsy the entire ride here in anticipation of seeing you again, but he runs into Fanny first and gets sidetracked. Watching him greet and play with the other dog makes you smile widely, and you hold your arms out from where you’re sitting on the couch when he finally turns toward you.

“Hi Boone!”

Your dog jumps on top of you and licks your face enthusiastically which makes you laugh as you try to push him off so his fur doesn’t get in your mouth. He obeys only because you stand up and kneel on the ground so you can get closer to him. You hug him tightly before kissing the top of his head and scratching his face.

“Good to see you bud. Were you a good boy for Nat?”

Your friend just smiles at the sight of you loving on your dog before nodding as you turn to her questioningly. You stand up to help the redhead with the bags she’s brought but she shakes her head before taking them to the guest room with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I got it. He was a very good boy. Tried to bite me when I broke in.”

You find yourself following your friend in confusion as you try to process what she’s said. You suppose you shouldn’t be too surprised because you hadn’t expected Wanda to be home, and you hadn’t thought to give her a key. You hope that nothing had been broken in the process and you can’t help but ask as you look between your dog and Nat.

“Really? Well, I guess that answers my next question about whether or not the house was empty.”

You figured that Nat wouldn’t have broken in if Wanda was home because that was just asking to get shot. You realize that you’re not entirely correct when Nat frowns as she moves toward the kitchen to pour herself a drink. After seeing and talking to Wanda she definitely needs one, and she offers one to you as well but you shake your head before standing up to follow Nat as she moved around the kitchen.

“Actually, Wanda showed up after I did. She was probably alerted of my arrival now that I think about it.”

You roll your eyes at this before nodding in agreement. Wanda had the security company on speed dial and they often called whenever something out of the norm happened. Nat breaking into their house was probably one of these times.

“Oh. Did you-did you talk to her at all?”

This seemed like a ridiculous question but Nat just nods as she grabs another glass to pour you something other than alcohol. She makes you a mocktail of what she’s having and you smile widely as you watch your friend play bartender. She’s going to have to remind you how to do this soon. Maybe while you’re here if she’s not too busy. Yelena glances back to the movie that’s paused before she decides to venture in the kitchen for more snacks and some eavesdropping.

“Yeah, we did. She didn’t really say much. Just that she wanted to talk to you.”

You frown slightly despite not being surprised by this at all. You wonder how Wanda’s doing, but almost as quickly you decide that you can’t think about her right now. You need to focus on yourself and how you feel about all of this. You need to consider your options and figure out what you’re going to do. You take a sip of the drink that Nat slides toward you and you smile widely before drinking a little more.

“Mmm this is really good, Nat. Damn.”

After Yelena grabs some snacks, the three of you head back over to the couch to finish the movie. Nat’s not really paying attention as she’s on her phone, but she’s more than happy to spend time with you and her sister. You’re both so carefree at the moment as you laugh at the ‘scary’ parts of the movie or scream when something dramatic happens. In that moment Nat can see you enjoying yourself and hopefully forgetting all about the past couple of days. She nearly jumps with you two when she glances at the screen at the wrong time and gets a jump scare immediately. She’s still smiling as the movie ends and you fall asleep curled up on the floor next to your dog. There hadn’t been room for him on the couch, so you’d gotten on the ground with him and as soon as you laid down you were out.

The sisters let you stay there for a bit while they caught up on some things. They spoke in Russian just in case you were listening, but from how evenly you breathed beside your dog they both figured you were truly asleep.

“So how was it really? Did she say anything to you?”

Nat frowns at the question before shaking her head. Wanda hadn’t really said anything other than what she’d already told you, and she is actually a little surprised by this. To be fair, she also looked exhausted and stressed so she probably was saving her energy for a conversation with you.

“Nothing. She obviously feels bad, but she just wants to talk to Y/n.”

Yelena hums sounding unimpressed as she glances to where you’re still sleeping deeply. She wonders what’s going through your head. Nothing good she assumes because she can’t imagine that you want to face Wanda’s cruel words right now. She still can’t believe that your wife had said that to you. However, the more she thinks about it, really thinks about how your relationship has grown in the past couple of years, she realizes that Wanda loves you. She loves you more than anything and she never would have said this and truly meant it.

She sighs in defeat before mumbling something under her breath. Her sister just laughs before deciding that it might be time for you to sleep. It’s getting late and despite how comfy you look, the bed in the guest room is definitely more comfortable.

“I want to be happy about her misery, but that means Y/n is miserable too.”

When Nat taps you on the shoulder and wakes you from your nap, you’re quick to take her up on her invitation to go to bed. You’re not sure what time it is, but you’re so tired that you don’t even care. You set Boone’s bed beside yours before retreating into the bathroom to get ready. A few minutes later you’re already under the covers and you sigh heavily as you try not to think about what you have to do tomorrow.

Wanda curses under her breath as she climbs down the stairs back to her bedroom with a scowl. She’d just locked the window that Nat had broken into earlier, but luckily it was just a quick fix. The redhead had somehow climbed through a window 6 feet off the deck, but she wasn’t even going to think about how that was possible right now. She was exhausted and depressed by the idea of having to go to bed by herself. The house was empty except for Fletcher who was more or less ignoring her because why wouldn’t she.

So Wanda was surrounded by silence and the only thing she could think to do was try to sleep. So far she hadn’t been successful, and she was contemplating smoking some of your pot when her phone went off. She reaches for it embarrassingly quickly despite knowing that it’s not you who’s texting her. Still, she sighs in disappointment when she sees it’s her brother, but when she reads the message, she’s sitting up straight.

We found out why Y/n was targeted.

When you wake up the next morning you feel refreshed and lighter than you have in days. The stress of being with Wanda as she tries to figure out who was after you has dissipated in one night’s sleep away with just your dog for company. You sigh as you sit up and roll onto your stomach so you can reach out for Boone with a smile. You scratch his ears and kiss his head before daring to look at your phone.

You realize it’s almost 10am.

You also now have 53 notifications from Wanda.

You set your phone down because you can’t deal with her right now, and you force yourself to get out of bed and start with your day. You need to walk and feed Boone and then feed yourself. You open the bedroom door and walk into a quiet living room. You look around for a note from your friends before finding it in the kitchen. It’s from Nat and it says that they should be back mid-day, so you just decide to take a short walk with Boone before lazing around all day.

You don’t realize that your friends are actually with your wife until they come back home later to find you eating lunch and watching something mindless on television. You are surprised to see that they’re not alone and you stiffen at the sight of your wife. Suddenly you feel ridiculous still dressed in what you slept in and eating something way too sugary as you sit in front of the television with your dog. You are very unprepared for any encounter with Wanda, but it seems that you’re not going to get a choice in the matter.

Wanda tries to resist the urge to run to you as soon as she sees you sitting in front of the TV. She hadn’t planned on seeing you today, but given how this morning had gone she thought it necessary to at least deliver something to you personally.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for ambushing you, but we tried to call and give a heads up.”

“Wanda’s just here to give you something, then she’s going to leave. Right, Wanda?”

Despite hating it she nods in agreement as she follows the sisters into the apartment. She wanted to make sure that you were caught up about what happened this morning, and as Nat had said, as soon as she delivers what she brought you, she’ll leave.

Earlier that morning

Wanda’s on her third cup of coffee as she struggles to stay awake for the 36th hour straight. She had returned to the compound to meet her brother once he’d told her what had been found out. She was a little shocked to hear about the reasoning behind your ambush the other night, but she was mostly feeling even guiltier about everything that she’d said. She had always feared that her work would put you at risk, and it did, but this apparently wasn’t one of those times.

The man who’d come after you was the brother of a man, a boy at the time, that you’d known when you were just in your teens. You’d met him in the first year at university and he’d become obsessed with you. You hadn’t understood why, and soon his seemingly innocent infatuation became borderline stalkerish behavior. He’d show up outside of your classes and then your dorm room. You began to go out of your way to avoid him, and you’d found that he’d left letters for you whenever you didn’t show up for a while, and you finally had to go to someone for help.

Talking to him hadn’t done much. He’d honestly only become more insistent when you told him you weren’t interested in a relationship with him. He told you that you were confused and that he’d prove to you that he was right for you.

You hadn’t known what to do and going to your counselor at school had only led to the police getting involved. You hadn’t wanted this but other options hadn’t really proved useful. It didn’t stop him from showing up at your dorm one night drunk and angry. He had pushed his way inside forcing you to call the cops and he’d gotten jail time for a few months.

You thought that would be the end of it, but once he was out of jail for a while you were informed that he had overdosed. Apparently, he’d gotten into or started using more while in jail and he’d suffered an accidental overdose in his apartment.

You were surprised and mostly disappointed to hear that this happened. However, you couldn’t deny that you were relieved to be free from his attention, and your brief appearance at his funeral was enough closure for you.

You hadn’t thought about him at all, and you certainly hadn’t mentioned him to Wanda during your time together. She was unsure of how to proceed with this, and she wanted to talk to you about it. She looks back down at the near dozen letters in her hands that were faded, but still legible and all addressed to you.

Wanda sighs as she looks to her brother with a dazed expression. She doesn’t know how to handle this.

“What am I supposed to tell her?”

Pietro frowns at the question because although a little out of the blue, they have a simple explanation of what happened. It might be a bit of a shock for you, but Wanda had an answer like she’d wanted all along, so he couldn’t figure out what her hold up was.

“Just tell her everything you know. She’ll probably remember him.”

Wanda’s not worried about that. She figures it would be hard to forget an incident like this despite it being years ago. Wanda’s more concerned with the fact that she has to tell you that your attacker didn’t go after you for any reason related to her work. She’d have to eat her words and admit that despite her fears, this incident was not due to her involvement in the mob or your marriage. Wanda runs her hand through her hair as she downs the rest of her coffee with a grimace.

“I’m going to have to tell her that this wasn’t related to my work. That just makes my horrible reaction even worse.”

Pietro thinks about this for a minute and unfortunately, he can’t really argue with what his sister’s saying. He wonders how you’ll react to this, and once Nat and Yelena get back from dealing with the brother, he’s sure she’ll try to talk them into letting her see you.

Eventually, Pietro shakes his head and just offers his sister an uncharacteristically serious look.

“Just tell her the truth, sestra. It’s what she deserves.”

Now that you’re sitting on the couch with your wife standing in front of you and your friends at your sides you almost wish that she hadn’t done this. As bewildering as the truth was, you couldn’t deny it when you have the letters that you’d been written years ago. The letters that you assumed the police still had. You look down to the faded paper with the slightly smudged ink and you shake your head as you look between your wife and friends.

“So he came after me as revenge? He blames me for his brother’s death?”

It sounded like one of the storylines of a daytime drama. The fact that part of your past was the reason for your near miss the other night was still a little shocking. You’d figured, like Wanda, that one of her enemies had targeted you, but this somehow feels worse. You feel your stomach drop further when Wanda just nods and tells you what the brother had said before he was carted off to jail.

“He didn’t think his brother had ever gotten over you, and he’s held onto these letters and been trying to find you ever since.”

That idea sends a chill up your spine and you try not to think about what could have happened if you’d been targeted without Wanda’s protection. Despite how much grief you give her about it, you’re starting to think that Bucky shadowing you should become a permanent thing. You can’t think about that now though because you’re remembering how frightening it had been to be pursued by someone who was so persistent. You shake your head before standing up slowly and looking between the trio with slightly wide eyes. They could all tell you were a little overwhelmed, and Wanda had to hold herself back from trying to comfort you.

“Okay, thanks for letting me know. I just need some time alone I think.”

Wanda wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but this wasn’t it. After you retreated to the guest bedroom that you and Boone had been staying in she waits for the sisters to tell her to leave. She’d done what she’d come by to do, and she’d promised to leave after. She doesn’t want to in the slightest, but she wasn’t going to argue about it now. You were too distressed to give her your attention anyway.

So Wanda left and you spent the rest of the day in bed going between trying to sleep and looking over the letters that had haunted your dreams a decade ago. You sigh in frustration at the fact that you’re not at home, or rather that you don’t have your wife by your side to make you feel better. You’re failing to relax whenever you abandon the letters because your mind wanders to the man you hadn’t thought about since you left his funeral.

University had already been difficult for you, but when this happened you’d been even more stressed out. You didn’t know how you were lucky enough to attract his attention, David’s attention, but you had and it made you wish you hadn’t been so conflict averse. As you lay in bed with Boone at the foot of the bed, you wonder how different things would have been if you’d met Wanda earlier. This thought makes your frown deepen and you sigh in defeat before rolling back over onto your side. You have too much to worry about right now, and you don’t know where to start. You should probably figure things out with your wife first, but the idea of your almost shooter makes you pause.

Maybe you could start with him.

It was nearly time for her to fail to sleep again when Wanda hears from you. She’d been lying in bed trying to drown out the silence with a cooking show when her phone vibrates on the side table making her startle. She nearly drops her drink with a curse before she sighs in exhaustion. She really needs to go to bed. It’s been almost 48 hours since she’s had more than an hour of sleep. She thought liquor would help, and even with Fletcher sitting on your pillow, she still can’t relax enough.

When she sees your name in her notifications she almost throws her drink aside in her rush to open the message.

Can I talk to him?

Wanda’s shoulders sag and she has to stop herself from frowning in disappointment. This isn’t what she’d hoped for, but she’s at least grateful that you’re talking to her. Kind of. You could have asked Nat or Yelena to talk to her instead, so she supposed this was better. Wanda considers your question for a few minutes before she finally responds. She does still have your stalker, Shawn in custody, but she hadn’t decided what she was going to do. Turning him over to the police just meant that he’d be thrown in jail for the rest of his life. This was better than him being free, but Wanda didn’t like the idea of him being around at all. Any chance of him being able to send someone after you put her on edge. She’s not sure she could ever relax knowing her was still alive, but this just brought her back to the reason why you weren’t here with her right now.

Pietro, Nat, and everyone else she’d talked to recently was right. It didn’t matter if you were her wife or girlfriend, you would always potentially be a target and that terrified her. She had tried to remind herself that she, Bucky and everyone else she had on her side did a good job of protecting you. Sure it wasn’t fool proof, but the other night had proven that she could keep you safe. It was just a matter of being as prepared as possible, and stacking the odds against anyone who targeted you.

She realizes that her own anxieties and past experiences are the reason why she can’t let this go. She can’t help but worry about you, and clearly she couldn’t express this well when you were resistant to her efforts. It was her fault that you were still with Nat and Yelena and not at home. She just didn’t know how to fix it.

You’ve emerged from the guest bedroom for the first time since Wanda came over and you’re not surprised to see your friends waiting for you. You’d heard them leave and then come back a while ago, but you hadn’t had the energy to talk to them yet. You were still mulling over your options and you didn’t know what you wanted to do first.

“Hey there.”

“Hi guys. Sorry for being such a freeloader, but I have good news.”

Wanda runs a hand through her hair again as she waits anxiously for you to arrive. After texting you back, you two had decided to meet this morning to go see Shawn together. Or that’s what Wanda was hoping to do, but maybe you were just counting on her just being an escort. She supposes she’ll find out soon because a familiar car comes roaring into the garage of the compound.  

Nat’s corvette comes to a stop beside her normal spot, but you step out before she parks. You wait for her though and you only shoot Wanda a quick look before you and Nat greet her together. You’d asked her to come with you because you didn’t want to be alone with your wife right now. You didn’t want to talk about your marriage right now, and you knew that Nat would be less likely to pick a fight with Wanda.

“Hey Wands. Thanks for doing this.”

You wife just smiles weakly at you before leading you and Nat inside the elevator. Wanda had imagined how this meeting would go a dozen times, and in all of them you reacted to her, well or not, more than you really did. You also didn’t have Natasha with you, but she figured this was to keep her from talking to you about anything other than your stalker. She also hadn’t counted on you standing closer to the other redhead than her, and she tries not to pout or comment on it for the entire short ride down to the elevator.

“He’s a little roughed up from when we caught him.”

You frown at this but don’t say anything as you follow Wanda out of the elevator. You barely saw him when he had you on the ground of the parking lot the other night. You wouldn’t have recognized him either way because you’re not sure you met him more than in passing all those years ago. When David had first shown interest in you, he’d taken you to his dorm to hang out in the common room, and his brother had been there. You’d been deeply uncomfortable surrounded by a group of people you didn’t know who were leering at you as if they all shared a secret.

You’d left pretty quickly after being introduced to David’s brother, but that one meeting wasn’t enough for you to recognize him as you walk into the least intimidating interrogation room there was in the compound. He was still handcuffed to his chair on the other side of the table that only had one other chair at it. You didn’t bother to ask if Nat and Wanda would stick around because they both followed you in, and they stood by the door as you moved to sit down. You ignore the two guards who leave as soon as Wanda arrives because you’re focused on the man who’s glaring at you.

You sit down and try to hold back a flinch at the feeling of your back against the uncomfortable seat. It’s your own fault for lying in bed all day yesterday. That always made you ache, but you don’t think about that now as you try not to appear intimidated by the enraged look that made you feel a little unsafe. He looked like he wanted to dive over the table and throttle you.

“Shawn. I have to say I’m surprised.”

This is an understatement. You’re also confused and a little horrified about how he’d managed to track you down. That said, seeing him so angry now, you figure he had a lot of motivation. You could almost convince yourself to feel bad for him, but he made it a little harder with what he said next.

“I’m the one who should be surprised, Y/n. After all of these years I never thought you’d turn out to be a dyke.”

You frown at the unoriginal insult and you decide to skip over it and get to the important things. You don’t see Wanda scowl or Nat frown in response, but Shawn’s gaze moves to them briefly before you speak up. You’d told David that you weren’t interested in him, and you had figured that he would share this with his brother. Then again, you had always underestimated the power of the male ego.

“That’s not why you came after me though, is it?”

You watch as the older man grits his teeth before his handcuffs rattle loudly against the chair when he tries to sit up and get closer to you. You don’t react and wait until he tells you what you’ve already heard from your wife. He blames you for David getting into drugs, and then overdosing.

He shakes his head before focusing in on Wanda for a moment, but you pretend not to notice.

“He loved you so much, and you wouldn’t even give him the time of day. You sent him to jail. You killed him!”

You had briefly wondered if the behavior that David had exhibited might be genetic. His ability to deny the truth and his manic episodes whenever you tried to convince him had to be something other than his bruised ego. His obsession and then subsequent addiction were due to illness, but it was difficult for you not to get frustrated about the outcome.

When you look back up to meet Shawn’s gaze, you realize he’s still looking behind you. You resist the urge to turn around, and instead try to bring his attention back to you.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, and I’m sorry that he overdosed. I did everything I could to get him to move on though, Shawn.”

You can’t hide your surprise at what happens next, and Nat has to stop herself from rushing forward to throw the man back against the wall. Chair and all. Wanda watches as Shawn lunges at you and lifts his chair as he tries to attack you from across the table. You start in surprise and are halfway out of your chair when you realize the table is stopping him from reaching you. It takes all of your self-control to sit back down and just let him shout at you in anger.

“Well, he didn’t! Then you just slapped him with a restraining order and got him sent to jail! You wanted him gone, and you made sure you would never have to deal with him again!”

You don’t say anything immediately because you aren’t sure how to really respond to this. It sounds bad honestly, and you’d understand his anger if he wasn’t leaving out a crucial detail. You sit up straighter and pretend like your wife and best friend aren’t standing behind you as you speak calmly to the man who’s slamming his chair back on the ground with a loud thud.

“Did David ever tell you why I got the restraining order?”

The confused look you get as a response tells you that David probably never shared this small, insignificant detail. You sigh before shaking your head in frustration. You’d only regretted sending David to jail for months, but he hadn’t given you a choice. He’d showed up to your dorm room drunk and angry, and you’d made the mistake of trying to talk to him. He couldn’t be reasoned with though, and after he’d pushed you onto your bed and tried to kiss you realized that you couldn’t let things go on. You’d called the police and then gone down to the station when they arrived to figure out how to get a restraining order against David. You only felt a little better once it was in place, but you never would have guessed that sending him to jail would be more than just a reprieve from his attention.

You hadn’t intended for it to be a death sentence.

You only tell his brother some of this before you decide that you want to leave. You’re not sure what you were hoping to accomplish by coming here, but you feel no better and you still don’t know what you want done with Shawn. You know he’s going to jail and will probably stay there for a long time, but with Wanda’s influence you didn’t know how long that would last.

You’re disappointed that you couldn’t resolve something today.

You leave him screaming profanities at you, and you sigh deeply before heading back toward the garage. You don’t want to stay here anymore, and you just want to go back to bed. You assume that you’ll go back to Nat’s place, but a hand on your shoulder stops you in your tracks.

“Are you okay?”

It’s not the redhead you thought it would be, but you still offer her a smile as you shrug in indifference. You feel like you’d just wasted your time because you don’t think that either of you feel better for it. You glance at Wanda over Nat’s shoulder before you decide that you need to accomplish something today.

“That was disappointing, but I guess it tracks. I need some time to think.”

Nat frowns in confusion, and Wanda listens as you tell your friend of your plan. You want to run back to her apartment, pack up and grab your dog before heading out. You don’t miss your wife’s look, but you wait until you reach the garage to address it. You wait until Nat’s in her car so you and Wanda can have a moment, and you try not to let this morning’s disappointment influence what you’re about to say.

Wanda has a bad feeling that you won’t be coming home with her any time soon, and watching as you brace yourself to talk to her just solidifies this. She realizes you’re disappointed by how things went with Shawn, and unless you tell her otherwise, he’s just going back into the system for someone else to deal with. You didn’t seem overly upset at him, and probably didn’t want him killed, but she wouldn’t really know. You hadn’t said anything to her at all.

Right now you just want to be alone, well with your dog, and away from other people for a while.

“I’m going to head back to Nat’s, and then I’m taking Boone for a walk. I know…”

You take a deep breath before you dare to meet your wife’s carefully optimistic gaze. You can’t dwell on that right now though, and you push on with a grimace. You really shouldn’t have sat in bed all day yesterday.

“I know we should talk, but I just can’t right now, Wanda. I need more time to think.”

Wanda frowns but she goes to nod in acceptance. She knows she can’t rush you, but she also can’t let you leave before she tells you how sorry she is just one more time. She doesn’t get a chance to before you speak up again, this time your voice is strained as you fight the tears that you feel welling up in your eyes. This day had just been a disappointment and your emotions are overwhelming you without having a proper outlet.

“Y-you really hurt me, Wands, and I can’t forgive you r-right now.”

As Wanda watches you wipe your eyes, she feels her own start to tear up. She hates that she did this to you. She hates that she let her fear take over during your argument, and that she’d said something so horrible to you. She wants to reach out for you, but she’s pretty sure you’ll just pull away given how upset you are. Instead, she shoots you an apologetic look that you miss as you shake your head in frustration. You hadn’t meant to cry in front of her, but now that you’ve started, you can’t stop.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean what I said, I promise. I--.”

She trails off as you shake your head harder and sigh in frustration. You pause to take a deep breath so you can get through what you need to say before you go sulk for the unforeseeable future. You briefly think of the trail that you’ll take Boone too as a distraction from your tears, and you smile at the thought before turning back to your wife. You stop short of speaking as you start to play with the rings on your finger. You’ve only stared at them for hours since leaving home, and you know you’ll continue to do so as long as they’re on you. Wanda watches in horror as you start to slide your wedding band and engagement ring off of your finger with a defeated look. She can’t bring herself to move as you hold them in your hand for a moment before you put them in your pocket. Wanda finds it only slightly less heartbreaking than having you give them back to her.

“I know, Wands. I just need time, okay?”

Wanda finally just nods before she swallows the lump in her throat so she can speak. She ignores the tears staining her cheeks as she glances between you and your getaway car that’s now running.

“O-okay, de-Y/n. Whatever you need.”

You just nod before deciding that you need to leave before you do something you’ll regret. You want to hug your wife, but you don’t want to give her false hope, and you don’t want to make yourself feel even worse. You know that if you put your arms around Wanda now, you’ll find it near impossible to let her go.

So instead, you turn away and head to Nat’s car with an inaudible sigh. You need to get out of here, and luckily your friend likes to drive fast.

“Bye, Wanda.”

Wanda can’t bring herself to say goodbye, so she watches you leave with teary eyes and an unbearable tightness in her chest. She doesn’t move as Nat pulls out of the parking garage and disappears from sight. Wanda takes a deep shuddering breath before she forces herself to turn around and head back inside. She needs a drink or two, and to deal with Shawn before she gets too distracted. As she steps into the elevator, she tries not to think about the possibility of you never coming back. She is already afraid that you’ll never put your rings back on, but the idea of you walking out of her life completely has her reaching out for something to steady her.

She squeezes her eyes shut as she arrives to her floor, but she barely notices as she lets the reality of her situation wash over her. She’s run you off, and she has no idea if you’re ever coming back.

She curses her idiocy before she sinks to the floor after letting the elevator doors close once again. She cries freely as her body crumples in exhaustion. She might just fall asleep on this cold, dirty floor, but she can’t bring herself to care. She feels like it’s just the beginning of the punishment she deserves for being so awful to you.

Wanda doesn’t notice when the doors open again, and someone nearly stumbles at the sight of her. She only realizes she’s not alone anymore when someone touches her arm and speaks in a worried whisper. Wanda just shakes her head but she lets her brother pull her to her feet as he presses the button for the top floor. She just sags against him as she waits to arrive to her old rooms.

“Come on, sestra.”

The next thing Wanda knows she’s falling into cold sheets and she quickly curls up under them as she continues to cry. The older Maximoff is at a loss and he quickly texts Nat to see what happened. She doesn’t answer because she’s driving, and when she sees who it is, she realizes she doesn’t want you around for this conversation. Pietro just frowns in frustration before he turns his attention back to his disconsolate sister He figures that this morning didn’t go as planned, and the fact that you’re gone again just makes Pietro sigh in defeat.

What was going to happen if you never come back?

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Please, let me be yours

Notes: Fem!Gryffindor!Reader, romance, a bit angsty, mentions of kissing, curse words Prompt/Request: Harry and Draco gettinf jealous over u Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Pottah

Draco ✦ ₊°

You were always tightly knit with Harry and Draco, having been in many classes with both, as well as having this absolutely magnetizing personality that drew people to you far too easily. So, when Harry was ranting to you again, for at least a good hour - merlin's beard you couldn't tell if Harry was going to stop any time soon. Yet you didn't really care. You had a crush on Harry ever since you met him, and you finally had the chance to throw more hints at the oblivious boy.

"Dear Gods, Y/N, I feel like you're one of the few people I can really trust...just I really - love you, Y/N"

"Harry, I love you too..:

Your heart was absolutely pounding, Harry had never told you he loved you before. Maybe your efforts were no longer in vain?...Or at least you hoped.

As Harry's green eyes bore into yours, with such affection, Draco abruptly pulled your arm- Draco Malfoy pulled your arm. Right in front of Harry. Merlin, you could never tell what was going through Malfoy's head.

Through Draco's cold and alert eyes, you were flirting (which you were) with Harry Potter. The boy he hated the most in the entire world, the boy who was his sworn enemy. Then, seeing you talking to that same boy- oh it drove Draco mad. Absolutely insane. It took him more strength to restrain his arm from ripping out his wand and hexing Harry right then and there, than the strength he used during defense against the dark arts.

Harry was already confused when he noticed a cold hand - that was seemingly slithering down your shoulder to your arm, and then latching on..almost like a snake

And then realization struck Harry, he peered up, seeing his worst enemy,

Harry spoke, intensely, "Malfoy. What the hell. Get your disgusting hands off her."

"Mind your business, Potter."

Draco always gave Harry nasty glances, but this time, his eyes pierced through Harry with a venomous look. You slightly shuddered at how angry Draco looked. No, beyond angry.

So, when Draco knelt down and whispered into your ear,

"You, in my dorm, 10 minutes."

His voice was no longer soft for you, he spoke as though he was about to lecture you for an hour. Yet you still went.

Harry ₊˚⊹♡

You always sought to speak with Draco, even if it was for a millisecond, you just loved when he gazed into your eyes.

So, when you had the lovely opportunity to converse with Draco, you instantly took it.

"Ah, hi there, Malfoy"

"What do you want, filthy gryffindor?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms more haughtily than professor McGonagall.

"Well, I'd love to speak with Mr. Uptight Ferret for a second."

Draco's devilish (yet charming) smirk faltered for just a second. He hated when you called him ferret, and you loved to.

As you two chatted it up, unintentionally being squeezed together from how crowded the Great Hall was this evening, Harry peered towards your direction. He realized how close you two were getting. And he did not like it one bit.

"Get your damn foul hands off her."

Harry's voice wasn't trembling anymore, it was a bit startling to hear Harry so clearly possessive of you. You acknowledged the fact that you two were close, but Harry seemed - oddly upset that you were so close to Draco. And you didn't think it was Draco alone this time.

Harry barely waited for Dracos response, gently nudging you to get up and follow him.

"Oh give it a rest, stupid Potter."

At this comment, Harry pulled you hurriedly, entangling and squeezing your hand with his. You saw Draco's annoyed figure get farther and farther away, until it was just you and Harry.

Harry was mostly quiet as he walked you out into the softly illuminated garden, only giving you soft and almost hurt looks. Harry always avoided confrontation, especially with you. So, you knowingly wrapped your arms around Harry, softly whispering into his ear,

" 'm sorry, Harry, please forgive me."

Harry closely resembled a sad puppy, making you want to hug him even more.

"Okay..."

"I forgive you..."

"It's just because I want to be yours again."

Harry gleefully smiled again, continuing to gaze into your alluring eyes

Your mouth flickered into a soft smile, holding Harry's hand again. Everything was going to be okay.

A/N: I'm so happy with how this came out, I'm definitely a lot more of a Draco fan so if Harry's part was a bit sloppy I super apologize. Anyhow, have a lovely day!

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Summary : You are a lady from high birth, daughter to an important man of the court. You were raised in King’s Landing along with the Targaryen princes. You always felt close to Aemond, as you had much in common. But he always seems so inaccessible to you, particularly as he grew up. Now you make the decision to leave, and Aemond is not really happy about it. AO3 - Masterlist

Warning : Angst, fluff, eventual smut, possessive behaviour

You were in your chambers, having that time of the month. You hated it, y ou could spend hours walking around in your chambers waiting for the pain to go away, to finally disappear. The heat over the capital today was suffocating, and you could hear the Red Keep buzzing with activity beyond your door while you struggled to breathe.

You had sent away all of your maids with the desire to be alone, but the knock on the door that resonated slightly after came to trouble your moment of peace.

You painfully walked to the door to open it, only to discover Aemond standing behind it, arms crossed behind his back, like he always was. You were astonished by how composed and mature he had become since Driftmark, how respectable and dutiful he had become, with you at least. Despite his not very talkative nature, he had an appeal about him that you were not indifferent to. He and his brother were very different, like the sun and the moon. And you liked the moon, its soft light, its calm appearance…

You like how he smelled, how protective he was of his family, how proud he was of his dragon Vhagar, and the way he smiled when you made public remarks about people of the court without them noticing. He had always listened to you, whenever you two were alone or among your family or friends. You always felt like the most important person in the room, and this since you had arrived in King’s Landing with your father as a child.

“My Prince,” you bowed, breathing heavily, trying to still yourself as you winced from the pain. You were failing at the task, but at least you were still able to make conversation.

“My Lady, is this a bad time?” he looked at you concerned, your hand grasping your stomach, not harbouring the elegant demeanour you usually wore.

“To be honest, I had better days, but this is a burden I will have to carry each month unfortunately, and from which I will be relieved of only if I am with child or old enough,” you sighed with a smile. 

Your words did not reassure him, making him uncomfortable even, but he stayed there regardless, itching to take your arm to hold you steady. But he restrained himself, not wishing to push his luck.

The book he wanted to take from you laid on the table, opened. You both studied under the same instructor at times, and he liked listening to you about your latest reading. But today was apparently not a good time to be in your company. Part of him wanted to relieve you of the evident pain on your features, be there for you. Those were thoughts that had been plaguing his mind since he was of age to understand his true feelings for you, feelings he had to hide. For now.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” he said after you handed him the book.

“Nothing more than the maesters are already capable of, but I thank you my Prince,” you smiled at him through a quiet whine. Not wishing to bother you more, he reluctantly left your apartments.

“Fetch some tea for Lady Y/N, some cinnamon cake with cream and bring it as soon as possible,” he ordered a maid that was passing, and although she said you were on a strict regime as instructed by your father, Aemond’s menacing look was enough to make the maid run to the kitchen. He knew you liked cinnamon cake, he had noticed during feasts, you always went for this particular flavour. This was one of the many things he knew about you.

It was a great day. The Princess gave birth to two healthy twins, silver-haired and purple-eyed. As the bells rang and days were spent in feasts, you finally managed to visit the new mother’s chambers to see the twins by yourself, their father, Aegon, nowhere to be seen. Helaena was seated next to her children, watching them tenderly as they were already opening and closing their eyes, curious of their surroundings.

Aemond was standing near the fireplace, not missing your entrance. He said nothing ,as always when you greeted Helaena and went to pick up the boy from his cradle gently, praising both of the twins for their good health and beauty. You liked children, and you adored Helaena, she was sweet and always mindful of her friends, that you were happy to be part of. 

“He is such a beautiful boy Princess, and I can already see how Jaehaera will make knights fall at her knees,” you smiled.

“Do you not think he resembles my father the King?” said Helaena happily as you put Jaehaerys on closer to your chest.

You watched him closely, taking in his sweet eyes, tiny hands and silver hair. He was a true Targaryen, he already has common features with his mother, but also with another. Features you would recognise anywhere, a face that you had affection for.

You looked confused for a moment, then your gaze went to Aemond already looking at you very intensely. You tried to appear as composed as possible, your heartbeat quickening.

“He sure does, I am certain that he will be as wise as his grandsire,” you replied. However you felt your head spinning, descending into chaos.

Helaena, who was content that you agreed with her, watched you put back Jaehaerys into her arms before going to the newborn girl and softly caressing her cheek in an admirative manner.

“I will leave you in peace, I will try to come to see them this evening if you allow me,” you stated, your voice shaking a bit.

You needed some air. Now.

Helaena nodded with a smile and you made your way out with a reverence. As soon as you were in the corridor, you sighed in relief, gathering your thoughts.

The boy certainly had Targaryen traits, but was not sharing the features of his father. In fact, what struck you the most was that he did remind you of a certain one-eyed Prince. Your heart sank in your chest, not able to put words over what you felt.

You heard footsteps behind you, Aemond’s walking so recognisable to you.

“I believe you are feeling better, my Lady.”

You turned, putting a calm smile on your face. “Yes, I do, I thank you for your concern. I did not have the opportunity to express my gratitude for the food you sent me. It was... very sweet of you.” You smiled weakly, not having to explain how you knew it was him.

As you answered him, however, he felt your uneasiness, looking everywhere but at him, eyes frantic, your breath heavier than usual. He was right. You had realised something back in his sister’s chamber, something he did not wish you to even fathom. So he chose to directly ask about the subject that had him chase after you in the first place.

“Y/N, you are the smartest person I know, and I know you well. I saw your eyes when you looked at the children. I don’t want you to believe what is not there-”

“Please,” you interrupted, closing your eyes as you inhaled in order to settle yourself. “You don’t have to do this Aemond, lie to me... I will never betray you if it is what you fear. This is...”

You could not find the words. You had always seen him very close to his sister, and you had chosen not to see it. Maybe it was because of your feelings for the Prince, but now that you were standing in front of the facts, obvious to your eyes, it had suddenly become real. Maybe what you had turned a blind eye to all these years were true, their closeness, and you felt like you were on the edge of fainting. You didn’t want to discuss it, it saddened your heart too greatly.

“I am not lying to you Y/N,” he said as he took a step closer to you. “I swear this to you, whatever you may believe, the last thing I want is you to be mad at me for something that I did not do. It is simple.” His tone was almost imploring, and you felt his eye glance quickly at your lips before rising up again. You shivered, but refused to let his actions unsettle you.

“You could at least have the courtesy of being honest with me, Aemond. For the sake of our friendship,” you said, seeking the comfort of his closeness, but restraining yourself to give into it, “This is dishonesty that is the most likely to make me walk away from you.”

Aemond kept staring at you silently, then he suddenly grabbed your hands into his. “I cannot lie to you Y/N, believe me when I say that these children are not mine.”

You watched him intensely, the words finally uttered. You knew him since you were children, and even now, you didn’t know if you believed him. He had never lied to you, this was true, and maybe that you truly wanted to believe in his words, more for your own sake, but you knew that you could never be sure. You will always feel this uncertainty, clouding your mind.

However you nodded, willing to indulge him for the time being, not able to stare at his imploring gaze any longer. It made him tighten his hands over yours and sighed in relief. 

Months later, you were preparing for your departure for Dragonstone.

Your father had allowed you to go there for a time in order to learn from the maester there, knowing how eager you were to add more to your knowledge, as you had always taken interest in medicine. You were also excited to see the heir’s children, Jacaerys and Lucerys, close friends of yours that you have not seen since they went to live on Dragonstone, along with a close relative to your mother, Ser Lorent Marbrand of Ashmark. He was her direct cousin, and a member of the Kingsguard since as long as you could remember. But in truth, you had hastened your trip because of only one reason: to escape the feeling you would get when you were in the presence of Aemond since the twin’s birth.

Sometimes you would watch him train, as you always did, because you loved to, it was enticing. Other times you would dine with his family, conversing with him on interesting matters. But on other occasions, when you were watching him from afar, your heart ached, because you didn’t know how you felt about him. You loved Helaena and the children, but you couldn't help yourself but think that maybe, maybe it was a possibility, that all that the Prince had said to you was all a lie. So when you realised that those feelings for him wouldn’t go away, you decided to force it, and go away yourself. Only for a time, you thought, it might work.

“Are you abandoning me my Lady?” asked Aemond as he watched you get into the carriage, among several other court members who would join your journey.

His tone was detached, but you know him enough not to be fooled by his calm behaviour. “It is only for a time, I will return soon enough.”

You didn’t know if he seemed more sad or angry, but you couldn’t turn back now. The people around you were busy saying goodbye to each other, not paying attention to you both, and Aemond took this opportunity to speak to you more freely.

“Do you remember, the night after I claimed Vhagar, what you told me as I was still recovering from what that b-,” he stopped himself, biting his inner cheek. “From what that boy did to me?”

You watched him with sorry eyes, knowing his resentment for his nephew. “I told you that I’ll always be there to heal your wounds, and that our friendship shall never end,” you whispered, lost in the memory.

“And now you are going away,” he was forced to look up at you because of your higher position on the stairs, but his eye was still full of emotion. You rarely saw him express any emotional state, but in the end, you could still read him so well.

You reminded yourself of the personal reasons for your departure, the concern you hid from him during these last months, and you had to battle tears from filling your eyes. “We were only children, Aemond, many things changed...” you said as you saw him lower his head, hiding his face from you. “I will send you ravens, I promise.”

Aemond flinched at your words, but he finally took a step on a railing, took your hand, kissed it graciously, and then turned away, taking his place near your father to watch your party leave.

You felt your cheeks become pink, and you clumsily turned away and entered the carriage. You didn’t miss the smirk that Aemond wore on his face as he saw you this flushed. Yes, many things had changed, but not his childish dreams about you. He swore to himself that next time he sees you, he will tell you everything, everything you meant to him.

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[satantica]

Omg omg I love your writing. May i please order a cup of preferably tendou, ushijma or tsuki with an s/o who randomly decides to ask them what their bodycount is and then gets upset when it’s a lot ;( like their s/o asks them about their past hookups and they’re like 12 or something and their s/o gets all pouty and teary eyed cause they don’t like the thought of someone else touching them in an intimate manner. SORRY IF THIS IS TOO DETAILED OML

thank you so much for this request!<3 because it was actually a challenge to write something like this about the characters who act beyond our canon expectations. love that!

characters: ushijima wakatoshi, tendou satori

ushijima wakatoshi

• actually it was absolutely reasonable for you to be sure that you are wakatoshi’s first

• so when you ask him about his bodycount you are utterly shocked to hear ushijima after some thinking say “ten”

• initially you think that’s a joke. apparently, it can’t be that much. it was your cute, innocent toshi after all. the one that doesn’t talk much, the one that doesn’t get along with people easily, the one that doesn’t show his affectionate and caring side to everyone

• you can’t help it but start thinking about every time some girl got flirty and over the line with your toshi. how she 'accidentally' touched his arm, playfully called out his name and then mischievously pulled the hem of his shirt

• you can feel the disgust filling up your body as the imaginary girl and ushijima get too intimate in your thoughts. then they get to the point that you were hesitating to even think about in your relationship

• you try to make these despicable thoughts go away. but it only gets worse and worse and more detailed. you don’t even notice how your eyes become full of tears

• when wakatoshi sees your confusion and bewilderment he starts to explain in the calm voice. but as soon as he catches your eyes be weirdly shining with tears he rushes towards you and murmurs in the most gentle way possible

• it’s odd to hear such a deep voice like toshi’s be sweet and hoarse. he was always saying that he’s not very good with the right words. but now when you are clearly not able to hear him, you sense that he’s saying the most precious things just to reach you

• as you start to wipe your face intensely, you feel his big hands carefully take your face. “angel.” you meet his golden brown eyes looking right into yours softly. he caresses your hair mindlessly as if trying to lull you to sleep. and that actually comforts you.

• you’re still crying, though. not as much as earlier but more like a defensive reflex. and this is when toshi continues to speak. “i’ve never had feelings for any of them. not the kind i have for you.”

• you can tell by the his heavy look that this is the very truth. and you really want to believe that. but when he embraces you, you feel a steady beat of his heart. that’s the moment when the horrible image in your head is withdrawn.

tendou satori

• tendou’s personality is the brightest thing on this planet and there can be no dispute. so you haven’t really thought that about him having sex with someone. ever. well, actually, maybe one or two times

• so when he says “about thirteen” you can’t manage to keep your face straight and emotionless. you try to come back to your senses and act more careless but your whole body doesn’t really respond

• you start convincing yourself that this shouldn’t be a surprise. after all, it’s okay for such a lovely person like tendou to be desirable. however this thought doesn’t help much

• you’ve always thought that only you shared this special connection. and maybe it is the truth. but thinking about someone else wanting satori and him not resisting isn’t the most reassuring argument. you don’t hold back and let the tears fall right on the table where you were sitting.

• satori’s reaction is instantaneous. he’s lurching towards you swiftly and his hands move rapidly all over your body. “sweetheart, hey. hey, hey, hey, hey.” tendou is anxiously searching for a response from you. but that just makes you cry harder

• «love, i didn’t want to make you… i just didn’t think that… i’m sorry, i…” tendou tries to find the right words and panics more at your every sob. but when he finally figures it out

• you feel his lips pressed against yours and it makes your mind blurry. you don’t really remember now what you were so upset about. all you can think now is that how you want more of that kiss. of tendou

• but suddenly the rather pleasure is interrupted. “i’m sorry, princess. i didn’t mean to upset you, i really love you and…” you don’t wait for him to end the sentence and passionately kiss him again. who cares about other girl, when you have satori’s lips next to yours. right now.

#haikyu!! #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #wakatoshi ushijima #hq wakatoshi #haikyuu wakatoshi #wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x reader #hq ushijima #tendou satori #tendou x reader #haikyuu tendou #satori tendou #satori tendō #satori tendo x reader

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

BAU Team X Teen Reader

Request: Where the reader has a twin sister but she is a complete opposite of them? Like, she might be bratty and spoiled and reader is just glad for what they have! And the twin would be the unsub but at first they would take reader since they are twins and it's not really easy to identify them from eachother other than their personality and maybe their gender?

S/N - Y/N twin sister

Y/N - They/Them

Third person pov...

"Hey Y/N, I'm having your chocolate for my lunch" Yelled S/N in her usual bratty voice, the H/C girl grabbed the chocolate bar from her Twins lunchbox.

From the table in the Kitchen her identical twin Y/N rolls their eyes at her, there's no point in saying no otherwise she'll cause drama.

"Sure S/N" they say without saying thank you S/N shoves past her sibling jsut as Y/N got down from the table and grabbed their bowl.

In slow motion the bowl crashes to the tiled floor smashing everywhere. Y/n quickly leaps onto a chair away from the porcelain. "Shit, Dad will be pissed" they swear looking around for something to pick up the pieces.

As they look around the kitchen then saw the dust pan and brush. "Bingo" they still had half an hour before having to leave for school, S/N left earlier to be able to go to the mall with friends before school.

The teen climbs onto the table and stand up avoiding hitting their head on the light and walks across the table and onto the counter, they then shuffle along until reaching the dust pan and brush.

The bowl pieces had covered most of the floor leading up to the counter.

"Thanks alot S/N" mutters the H/C teen, grabbing what they needed before jumping down and begins to sweep up the shards of the bowl.

Ever since they were little Y/N and S/N have been opposites, S/N bratty and selfish always wanting things for herself while Y/N kind and grateful for what they have.

But of course they get mixed up as they are still Identical in everything apart from styles like their personalities complete opposites.

As Y/N cleans up the mess the doorbell goes, confused Y/N puts the pieces that was once a bowl in the bin before walking to the door. They look through the peep hole and see a male and female.

"Who are they?" The mutter to themselves before unlocking the door and opening it. As they do the woman smiles at the teen. "Hey Honey, is this where S/N L/N lives?" She askes the H/C teen.

"Yes why?" they say the woman eyes the man next to her. Y/N is beyond confused. "I'm sorry who are you people?" Questions the teen.

The man then answers "I'm SSA Derek Morgan and this is SSA Elle Greenaway, we are here to ask you a few question can you come down to the station?" Askes Derek.

Y/Ns eyes widened. 'FBI' they thought. "Oh sure let me grab my bag" they say before running back to the kitchen to grab their school bag and phone.

As they walk towards the Agents they get strange looks. Soon the teen was in the back of a black SUV with the two agents in front.

Minutes later the teen was being taken to an interrogation room and hand cuffed to the table infront of them. As the officer leaves Y/N is alone. "Oh shit" The mutter realising what's happening.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit" they panic, it's finally coming together other the past couple if weeks more and more students at their school go missing and turn up dead two days later.

For some reason lots of them are people Y/N talks to, they have noticed how I happens every time S/N leaves early for school but Y/N thought she was meeting friends.

"Oh no" they mutter suddenly the door in open and two men walk in with a file. One was alot older than the other and the other was Agent Morgan from before.

Agent Morgan sits in the chair while the older man stands both watching Y/N. Who fidgets with their hands. "Hello

S/N, do you know why we brought you in?" Questions Agent Morgan.

Y/N flinches at the name. But doesn't look up from their hands. "No sir" they say, they hear the man sigh before throwing a file filled with pictures on the metal table and begins sorting through them.

This makes Y/N look up, the teen looks at the older man before at the pictures, as they do their blood runs cold, bile rises in their throat.

The pictures were of the people Y/N talked to in school, throughout the weeks. Each one had been mutilated beyond recognition apart from their uniform each one still had their school logo on their jackets.

Horror files Y/N E/C eyes, their mouth opens in shock before they lean right holding their mouth closed, before they know it the older man is yelling for a bucket and Y/N is emptying their breakfast into it.

From the two way window the rest of the team watch as the teen throes up into the bucket Gideon managed to put under the teen.

JJ looks on in sympathy as the teen Continues to throw up. She then turns to Hotch who had a grim expression on his face. "Their not the unsub, know one would be able to stomach that only the unsub would" she says making the man nod.

"Your right JJ, have Gideon question them and take away the pictures they've had enough" he says to Morgan to had come out and grabbed the bin for the teen.

Once Y/N had stopped throwing up they felt a hand rub up and down their back comforting, as they lift their head they see the man from earlier.

"Hello there, feeling better?" He asks making the teen nod once they were leant back he hands them some tissue to wipe their mouth.

Once they did that he sat infront of the teen thankfully the pictures had been put away. "Thank you" mutters the teen, the man smiles.

"I'm Jason Gideon, I'm here with the Behavioural Analyst unit" he introduces himself to the teen. "Y/N" they introduce themselves.

"Y/N, Can you tell me anything suspicious that has happened there past few weeks, is someone you know being secretive, leaving at odd times" he questions, the teen nods expression frozen.

"Do you know the name of this person?" He asks the frightened teen.

Y/N nods hands shaking they answer. "My Twin sister, S/N has been leaving an hour early every day for the last couple of weeks before me, she has been alot more selfish and jealous, the victims they spoke to me at school" Explains the teen.

Gideon smiles " thank you do you know where your sister on now currently?" He asks, the teen shakes their head. "No sir sorry, but she might be at school class has started by now" they say as the Man stands up and leaves the room.

On the other side Gideon and talking to the team. "It's the twin" he says before leaving the room and calling the officers while Hotch tells the team the plan.

In the room Y/N waits tapping a beat to the legs before the doors opens, this a blonde woman was there. Y/N has to ask her. "Why did they ask for my twin knowing i wasn't her?" They ask her.

The blonde woman sighs before sitting in thr chair opposite the teen. "Because they had to be sure it wasn't you" she explains.

Y/N scoffs slightly before shaking their hand. "Can these come off now?" They ask thr woman's eye widened before she pulls out a key ans unlocks the cuffs. "Thank you"

Hours later S/N was arrested for the murder of 7 teens, when askes why her reasoning was. "Because they talked to my useless Twin and not me!"

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait I've been busy.

Request are open!

Word count: 1400

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #light angst #x teen!reader #bau x teen!reader #criminal minds season 1 #twin #unsub twin #bau x child reader #evil twin #reader has a evil twin

[yandere-romanticaa]

Traveling around Liyue has been an experience which was beyond difficult to describe. The land was filled to the brim with various different kinds of areas to explore, food to try and people to talk to.

Your personal favorite became the endless sea of stories which the locals had, particularly about the adepti.

Many of them were some sort of protectors of certain areas, much like the one you were in. You listened carefully to the innkeeper as he told his tales in fables, each more mesmerizing than the previous one.

You didn't even notice the glowing eyes of the stranger in the crowd.

Emerald green eyes shined bright with curiosity as the hooded figure quietly sipped his tea. It's been a while since a foreigner stepped foot in his land, he thought to himself.

He wasn't quite sure how to feel about it.

But he knew all too well how to feel about the stories which graced his ears. It took everything in his power to not spit his drink out in a fit of laughter - these humans! They get more ridiculous and preposterous each time he sees them!

The foreigner was probably the same as well. However, it was most amusing to see that overly excited expression on their face. The hooded figure stroked their chin in deep thought as they pondered on how the foreigner might feel on hearing those thousand year old tales from the original source.

Soon enough, a plan was formed but he could not help but to cringe a little at its simplicity. He figured he could do better but perhaps sometimes, simple is the way to go.

Like a shadow he sneaked his way towards your table and slipped on a note on it, the handwriting neat and a bit odd looking. It took you a little while to notice the note and were very surprised to see it. You picked it up and it read as follows:

"Greetings.

You seem to have a keen interest in these magnificent stories. And what a coincidence, I too happen to share the same passion."

With a sharp turn of your head, you put the letter back on the table and saw the mysterious man hanging about in the corner. A polite smile graced his lips as he raised his cup in the air, a silent greeting and acknowledgment towards you.

NOTE! Your choices matter! The choice you pick will ultimately decide the fate of this story!

With your thoughts regained, you continue to read the letter. In the corner of your eye, you can see the man is staring at you but it is hard to notice any physical features other than his otherworldly eyes.

"I am an expert in telling stories such as these, therefore if one is interested I will be more than happy to share my own."

You raise an eyebrow and turn once more towards the man, but he chuckles and gestures back to the letter.

"You need not fret for your safety, if that is what causes your concern. Plenty of Milileth guards patrol the area, therefore, you are free to shout if you feel threatened by my presence."

You let out a little sigh. For what it was worth, the man at least was aware of how odd the situation was. Curiosity filled your being as you continued on reading:

"Meet me at the top of that southwest mountain which is close to the inn around midnight.

I shall wait for you there."

As you finished reading, you placed down the parchment of paper back on the wooden table. You hoped to speak to the stranger face to face but as you turned in their direction, they were gone.

Whisked by the wind as some people liked to say.

With nothing else to do - while being thoroughly intrigued - you packed your bag and made your way towards the counter to pay. The worker stopped you, explaining that your meal was already paid upfront by a kind gentleman.

Huh, how sweet.

With a heavy bag and the fire of exploring carrying your legs, you set off towards the set meeting point. There were three main ways to go but were unsure which one to take.

(A/N - I need to make a separate post if I want to continue this as I want it to, oopsie)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere oc #oc x reader #adeptus #yandere adeptus

[sadist1224]

I STILL WANT Mafia!141 AU

Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/sadist1224/742379650222784512/i-need-the-mafia141-au?source=share

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/sadist1224/742405536052543488/i-still-want-mafia141-au?source=share

The Mafia!In which you, a former second lieutenant of the police, were kidnapped by unknown people while 141 were in another city on their mafia business.

The first alarm is raised by Val, who does not find you at the bar, although you always arrived on time. The woman starts calling and texting you, but your phone is out of the network area, so the second thing she does is go to your apartment nearby. Not finding you there either, she decides to wait before acting decisively, but don't worry. The waiting period will not be so long, in an hour her people will interrogate passers-by in search of witnesses.

Just imagine Price's face, which Alejandro calls right during the interrogation, and on his work phone, while the Ghost beats the next drug dealer to a pulp. The captain stops the lieutenant as soon as he hears the latest news that Valeria has started making a fuss. Her people are questioning civilians, looking for something. Price asks to keep him informed and hangs up. I have a bad feeling in the back of my head.

The guys immediately sense something wrong with this call. Johnny and Gaz exchange glances with the Ghost.

Kyle, who was able to get Van's phone number almost before he left, just in case. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he could call you or not, but that doesn't mean he didn't want to.

Therefore, when they dial your number 5 times in a row, and you still haven't answered them, their anxiety increases significantly.

Alejandro was actually surprised by Valeria's unusual behavior and watched her actions all day, until eventually he and Rudy came back to the bar to interrogate her. And, of course, they didn't find you there.

You, who always smiled so friendly at them when they met and who had already learned their favorite positions on the bar list. Of course, they couldn't help but flirt with you, but how else would they behave with someone like you? How witty and at the same time cute you could respond to Rudy's flirting and to the same extent you could interrupt absolutely any disliked thing addressed to you. You definitely knew your worth, you made great jokes and could support even the most insignificant topic, or at the right moment take the conversation in a different direction.

You are the perfect bartender, and absolutely the man who completely captured the attention of two Mexicans. In fact, Alejandro has already been thinking about how he can lure you to their establishment. You would absolutely fit into one of their restaurants or casinos. If, of course, the guys from 141 hadn't already had their eyes on you.

Yes, the British liked you just as much as they did. The way Johnny ran after you, how easily and often Gaz communicated with you. Or how the Ghost and Price looked at you.

Alejandro is not stupid. He knows how the familiar coldness in the Ghost's eyes changes when he looks at you. Or how Price's eyes look at you with undisguised interest when you once again bring them the best whiskey from your stock. And how masterfully you manage to ignore it. Alejandro is ready to give a standing ovation to your stoic, even expression when you refuse to let Sope join them.

You're a professional. And you're not that simple. The Mexican likes this mystery about you. Only a very attentive person will notice that you've been through some shit. And it seems that the Ghost and Price have already guessed this.

But now, you're not here. Alejandro knows that he has to call Price, tell him about the disappearance of "their" favorite bartender. And he is already ordering Rodolfo to gather his men and comb the streets, because they all know very well how dangerous members of other groups can be. And they have plenty of enemies in the city and beyond.

Johnny, who just can't find a place for himself after the news of your disappearance, cuts circles around the hotel room. If you could see how worried he is… The man is ready to take off right now and go in search of you.

Gaz, who has been sitting tensely on the couch all this time, clutching his phone and nervously glancing at his watch, waiting for Price to finish the conversation with Alejandro. Of course, what did they expect, appearing so often in a bar, and even in your company?

The ghost knew that sooner or later it would happen, but that doesn't mean he's calm. In fact, he already imagines how in one of the shelters he will clearly show your kidnappers that they should not even pull their hands to what already belongs to them.

Of course, they've almost claimed you. You're almost there, even if you don't know it. Price had already thought about it. He already had a rough plan in his head how he could lure you into their family. Of course, he already had the idea to buy out the bar to begin with, but Valeria sent him far away, even with a very profitable offer for her. So the simplest option has disappeared.

But, never mind, he has plans to the last letter of the alphabet. In his head, you fit perfectly between the four of them. In every sense.

But he just can't choose between you and their job. The latter was still more important. That's why Price decides to finish all the business here first, and then deal with your kidnappers. After all, Vargas and the Couple care about you too, so they may not worry a bit.

#call of duty #mafia au #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost #mafia #könig mw2 #john price #john price cod #au #oc #x reader #price x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap #soap cod #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #task force 141 #tf 141 #141 x reader #kortac #los vaqueros #alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #rodolfo parra #valeria garza

[softxsuki]

i wanted to know for the urgent request if it could be for the obey me! boys, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, and barbatos when reader has been really down and depressed and even told them they thought about committing so they comfort them for it? i haven't gotten any comforting recently and i love your writing so i was hoping you could do this :( <3

Obey Me Boys Comforting Reader With Depression

TW: PLEASE DON'T READ IF MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, AND THOUGHTS OF SUC*DE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL WORSE RATHER THAN COMFORT YOU. THANKS

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader, Levi(OM) x Gn!reader, Satan x Gn!reader, Asmo x Gn!Reader, Barbatos x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harming and old/new scars, depression, and mentions of reader wanting/thinking of taking their own life

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: In which the boys find out that MC is feeling depressed and thought of taking their own life, and that they also self-harm, so they provide MC with comfort in their own way :)

[A/N: Kya!!! Thank you so much for trusting me with your urgent request! I hope I did an okay job with it. It's been a little while since I last played Obey me, so I cam very much behind with it (and I'm stuck on the regular game bc I can't level up mu cards fast enough. rip) but I really hope this brings you some kind of comfort. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to if if you just need someone to listen to you. Feel better soon <333]

Mammon:

Mammon notices the sudden change in your mood straight away since he’s always around you

He does his best to try and cheer you up without directly confronting you about it

So he’d invite you out with him and might even spoil you with pretty things in hopes that using his money on you helps distract you from whatever you’re feeling

But that all changes when he sees your self-harm scars

Fear fills him and he knows he can’t just avoid the topic anymore, he doesn’t want to see you in pain or have you harm yourself anymore

So one day when you’re out with him in town, he softly takes your hand and leads you to a bench away from the hustle and bustle of the town

He’s a little cautious, he’s not really good with being direct about his feelings, especially not with you because he gets so nervous and this was serious…he was scared to mess up

“Y’know MC…I may not be the best person to go to about troubling things in your life, but I want ya to know that I’m here for you. I…don’t want to lose you. Actually, I can’t lose you–never. So maybe things are hard for ya right now, but you’re one of the most important people in my life. Your problems are The Great Mammon’s problems as well, so let me in, won’t ya?”

He’s awkwardly rubbing his neck now as he feels his face heating up, but at least he got everything he wanted to say out

So when you do open up to him about your depression, self-harm, and thoughts of taking your own life, he feels relieved that you are finally speaking about it with someone, but he’s also scared that you’ve been feeling that way and he had been trying to ignore it for so long

He’s scared to let you out of his sight after that, so if he shows up to your room at 3am with a spare pillow, you know why

Mammon’s always inviting you to his room as well so you can watch stuff together until you fall asleep

Extra clingy Mammon who’ll probably bug you about how you’re feelings every few minutes, but at least you know someone cares

You’d find all your issues slowly dissolving as he covers you with love and attention, just don’t block him out

Leviathan:

Oh boy, Levi is very overdramatic when he finds out what’s been going on with you

He’s beyond scared to lose you–you’re his only best friend after all, the one who truly understands him and cares for him unconditionally

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize MC. I’m such a good-for-nothing. I can’t even tell when the person I care about the most is going through a tough time. Y-you’re amazing MC! You’re one of the best people I know, unlike all these other normies out there. You’re always so kind to me and I just hate that I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me…”

Yeah, he’s definitely beating himself up about it because how could he not realize???

“You’re always here for me, that’s why you’re the only one I felt comfortable telling this to. Please don’t blame yourself…I kinda didn’t want anyone to know at first; I thought I could deal with it on my own…” You’d explain to him

He’s a little relieved to hear it, but it still won’t make him feel any better

Levi is always throwing himself in the ground, so not being there for you at a time when you really needed him AND when he could have potentially lost you, scares him to death

Like Mammon, he keeps you by his side, but in your room since he sleeps in his tub and that’s not very comfortable for you LOL

He’d move all his games and game stations into your room and make a little base there to stay by your side until you’re feeling better

He probably goes to one of his older brothers who are more responsible like Lucifer or Satan and asks for their advice (without giving you away ofc. He’d make it sound like one of his online friends are dealing with this issue since you only trusted him with this info)

He’s very awkward and shy at times, but he’s glad that you trusted him to let him in on the pain you were feeling internally. He makes it his mission (literally, like he’s playing a game, but knowing that it’s far more serious) to get you back on your feet and in a better mental state

And we all know Levi is good at games, so this is one he won’t fail either :)

Satan:

Satan reads a lot, books of all genres, so he picked up on your sudden change in behavior very quickly and he’s actually the one who goes to you first to talk about it

“What’s going on?” He bluntly asks one day when you’re in his room reading with him in a peaceful silence

That catches you off guard…did he know? You could see the serious look on his face so you decide to just open up to him about everything; the depression, the self-harm, and even the thoughts that flash through your mind of taking your own life

Satan listens silently as you speak, taking in all your words and you see his eyes soften the more you reveal to him

“I see…” he’s lost in thought for a moment, but then stands up and walks over to you, taking your hands in his as he leaves a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “I knew something was up, but I wanted to hear it from you before I assumed too much. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way. I’m here though, and now that I know what’s going on, I’ll do anything and everything I can to ensure you feel better.”

And he really will

Whenever you come over to his room to do your daily reading together in each others presence, he spends his time reading books on mental health that give him plenty of advice on how to best help you

He isn’t overbearing though, he gives you your space and allows you to reach out to him whenever you need him, only checking up on you when it seems appropriate so you don’t feel suffocated, but deep down he is worried and scared to lose you

So he offers you his own help, but also asks if you’d like to go to the human world to see or speak to a professional who might be more helpful to you than he could be

He even volunteers to go along with you if you don’t want to go alone–he just wants you to be happy again to not feel so claustrophobic in your own skin

Whatever you decide to do, just know that you have his 10000000% support

Asmodeus:

This man is very dramatic as well, but in a different way than Levi…

He throws tons of compliments your way in hopes that they help lift you up, but really, he’s better at giving physical acts of care

SO, your self-harm scars? He goes out of his way to wash them up and lotion them up, pressing small kisses the the older scars and newer ones as well

“Even with these marks, your skin is still as soft and beautiful as ever, darling. My lovely MC, I’ll do everything I can to take care of you from now on. I’ll pamper you everyday and remind you how much you mean to me, so please don’t harm yourself any longer…”

Asmo isn’t one to be very serious at times, but he knows now isn’t the time to joke around with you, so he’s uncharacteristically very serious, yet still as charming as ever

He’ll treat you to extra tight hugs and kisses, a little scared to let go in fear that he’d never be able to hold you again, so bear with him a little…he can be a bit suffocating

He isn’t the best listener or remarkably great at giving advice that doesn’t have anything to do with fashion or beauty, so he’d probably go to Lucifer for help, or maybe even Solomon, who’s more familiar with human emotions like depression

Anything you need or want, Asmo will get it for you

Get ready to feel more loved than you’ve ever felt before in your life

Barbatos:

He knows…of course he knows, Barbatos knows everything 😀

The first time you attempted to self-harm, he was there to stop you, so you never even got the chance

What he didn’t know about though was your thoughts of attempting to take your life, since you never actually made the move to do it, you only really thought about it

So when he sits down with you to hear you out about attempting to self-harm and you open up about your other darker secrets as well, he’s shocked

Momentarily, it’ll show on his face, but he’ll catch himself and gently smile to you as you continue to speak your mind

He doesn't want you to feel embarrassed by any of this or to beat yourself up for getting caught or for feeling what you feel–you were human and humans experienced moments of intense emotions that they can’t control sometimes, he understood this very well

“Oh dear MC, I am relieved that I was able to stop you this time. Though, I must admit I do feel particularly regretful that I am not able to read minds so I could put your own mind to rest from your dark thoughts. Now that I am aware of everything, I shall do my best to assist you in recovering mentally”

He’s not the most emotional guy out there, but you know he cares for you and when Barbatos dedicates his time and attention to something, he WILL get it done

Barbatos takes your hand in his and presses a delicate kiss onto each of your fingers, and leans his head onto the back of your hand, in almost a way that he’s ready and willing to serve you (not that he didn’t already, but it’s more of like his own way of physically showing his dedication to you??? Does that make sense? KINDA like when a knight is knighted and vows to protect whoever he’s assigned to??? Am I making sense? hopefully…)

He doesn’t need to keep an eye on you because he’d be able to stop you anyway if you ever decided to do anything drastic, but he does free up time in his busy schedule to be with you, he’s dedicated to serving Diavolo, but you very quickly become his number one priority (you already were, but he was never aware of it himself lol)

I don’t know, but I just feel like Barbatos is such a soothing person to be with, his voice is like silk, it wraps you up like a warm blanket and feels like a big tight hug when you need it the most

SO I imagine you’d feel better pretty quickly with all the attention he’s giving you, and the warm tea he makes you????! You’re set for life, get ready to feel brand new

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/11/2023

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[alwaysonf1]

charles in his own way?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning: N/A

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: N/A

The occasional big deal Ferrari gala is fine for Charles. To a degree he enjoys these things, the chance to get out and talk to people who he needs to impress and who in turn want to impress him. But something about this season has meant a lot more events to go to. Mandatory ones that mean that even if he feels slightly off his game, he can’t avoid them. And they’re all so serious that he feels nervous in a way he hasn’t since the beginning of his career.

This one, the one that has him hiding out at a small bar in the corner of the massive ballroom, is one he wasn’t even briefed on. All Fred did was remind him it was happening, tell him where, and mentioned that some big investors and sponsors would be. He emphasized that there were several potential sponsors so he should be as charming as ever in their presence.

It wasn’t until Charles was walking to his car that he thought about how little he knew and called Carlos. A useless move since the Spaniard had as much information as he did.

Upon his arrival he was thrown into the lion's den as Fred and then a higher up woman from Ferrari guided him around the place. They tried their best to make it seem like he wasn’t on a very short leash, but he was sure that everyone he spoke to expected a little herding of the talent. Which is what one of them called him and while true, made him feel weird enough that he made his escape as soon as he could.

Thus, his hideout and the rum he was nursing. He’d already downed two and knew that was going to hit him hard enough without adding a third into the mix. That’s why there was also a glass of water in front of him. His second of the night. But he knows it won’t be enough. Charles ate before he came, but he needed more food in him. An added distraction for anyone who finds and wants to talk to him.

He takes a deep breath, downs the rest of the water, and with his rum in hand turns to find a waiter walking around. Just as he faces away from the bar a hand clamps down onto his shoulder. It startles him, but he maintains composure as he turns to look at to whom it’s attached.

Seeing Lando relaxes him. But it also confuses him.

“Mate, what are you doing here?” he asks as they shake hands.

Lando looks at him with a slightly confused expression.

“This is a McLaren event too. Actually, it’s for McLaren, Ferrari, Williams, and Aston Martin. Did you not see the signs?”

The inclination of Lando’s thumb has Charles looking around the room. Several seconds of scanning and then he notices the tasteful banner that holds all those logos. How he missed it and the other signs indicating what was going on was beyond him. 

Charles shakes his head. “I was barely given time to breathe.”

There’s a look of understanding that dawns on the younger man’s face. Every driver knows what these things are like. How you’re so wrapped up in making the best impressions that you barely get time to think, let alone take in the space. 

“Yeah, they’re like a pack of wild animals. All wanting a piece,” Lando whispers.

There’s a couple next to them that appear like the rich type and there is no need for them to hear and spread what either of them is saying. Feelings in this kind of place are much more fragile than any of them would be willing to admit. Though there have been many times Charles has endured them calling other people’s feelings soft when most of the time the response to their displeasing personalities are more than warranted.

With a tilt of his head Charles leads Lando away. He heads toward an area of the room that is largely just employees of one of the teams. Many of the potential stakeholders are speaking amongst themselves at this point in the evening.

“All of them act as if they’re going to attack. Every question I answer, they have another question before I’m finished. And they lack understanding of space.”

“One tried to breathe my air.”

They both laugh.

“One man was so focused on getting the chance to drive the car that he didn’t realize his father had been talking for five minutes. It was two of them at once and neither knew how to shut up. I’m sure the father kicked him seven times before he finally stopped,” Charles says.

“Oh, I had them too. I think I heard him getting yelled at. Something about being fired if he doesn’t get his act together.”

There was a mutual eye roll there. Though Charles could never remember the names of that particular family it was always the same thing and then they’d see the man again. He didn’t understand how someone ten years his senior still acted like a child.

“Have you seen any of the others?”

“Mate, I did not even know you were here until moments ago.”

Lando laughs. “I forgot about that. You should have checked your phone; we were all with Carlos and he texted you. We all did, even Iman.”

Charles' body went rigid and though he was already looking at the younger driver he turned his neck hard enough to induce whiplash. 

“Iman is here?”

A sly smirk forms on Lando’s face and Charles curses himself for having such an obvious reaction. Lando, like many of the other pilots on the grid, like to tease Charles about his very obvious feelings for Iman. He refuses to call it a crush because they always do and it makes him feel like he’s back in grad school. Hell, he tries to ignore the feelings all together when he can help it. After all these years he thought they’d leave, but they stay firmly in place and have only grown since she joined the grid.

“Don’t.”

“I don’t know why you won’t ask her.”

“There is nothing to ask.”

“It’s not like she’d say no.”

“If there was something to ask, she’d laugh in my face.”

“You know that’s a lie, mate. Everyone knows she’d say yes if you just ask. Your banter is a bit gross and makes the feelings clearly mutual.”

Without a thought Charles throws back the rest of his rum and takes a long, deep breath. “You know it’s complicated.”

“How?”

“What?”

“How is it complicated?”

“We work together,” he pauses, holding up a finger as Lando opens his mouth. “I know we work for different teams, but it is too close. Plus, what happens with Lewis, I still look up to him. And Sargeant, he’s made it clear he would kill for her.”

Lando grimaces, looking off into the distance for a moment before coming back to the present. Charles is sure he’s remembering the time the American punched a man because he was less than respectful to Iman. The look in his eyes as he was held back made Charles a little scared of him.

“Yeah, he was definitely going to end up in jail if Oscar hadn’t stopped him. But you aren’t going to do anything to upset them. From what I hear you’ve liked her since that week. Logan noticed it and he was barely with you lot for twelve hours. And him and Lewis approve. So, what is it really?”

A number of excuses are on the tip of Charles’ tongue, but he knows they’re useless. All of them are a bit pathetic when he doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying. In all honesty he isn’t sure why he keeps fighting what he feels for Iman. At one point it was because those feelings hadn’t developed all that much and he had stronger ones for the women he was with, but as time went on and he got to spend more time with her and saw her passion for the sport and honestly everything she was passionate about things were harder to deny. He couldn’t claim not knowing her enough for things to be only superficial because he talked to her multiple times a week. They hung out as a group sometimes. They were definitely good friends.

Another sigh escapes Charles and he reaches for Lando’s drink, but he puts it out of reach and nods his head to the space behind Charles. Even without the mischievous grin Charles knows who is behind him. 

With a smile he turns and watches Iman walk towards them. The soft smile that was never ingenuine grows as she looks at him, but then he notices her quick pace and the tension in her face. Concern washes over him, and he scans the space behind her. Most people are giving her just a passing glance or looking at the two drivers, but there is a man who seems to be following her but gets pulled into a conversation. He makes eye contact with Charles for a second and looks away almost immediately. 

“Everything okay?” Charles asks the moment she’s in reach.

“Fine. Just dodging a man who believes we’re meant to dance together, and I need one of you to dance with me so he gets the hint without me doing something that James will have to smooth over later.”

A hand on Charles’ shoulders stills him and he realizes he was walking toward the man in question. It hadn’t been a conscious thought, but it also wasn’t one he disagreed with. His eyes move to the hand and Lando takes the cup he’s holding and lightly pushes him toward Iman.

“I’ll run interference,” Lando says.

Then without another word he heads toward where the man in question is talking, and he engages with the group in an animated conversation. He makes sure that the creep is involved in the conversation, leaving no room for him to leave without appearing rude.

“I owe him,” Iman says.

“So do I.”

Charles was sure he said that under his breath, but the raised brow from Iman tells him that isn't the case. He shakes his head and holds out a hand.

“I think I owe you a dance.”

The confusion leaves Iman’s face and she puts her hand in his. There’s a momentary shock when they touch, but to Charles it’s nothing compared to the warmth he feels as he leads her toward the dance floor. Once there his hand moves to her back and they begin what is a simple variation of the waltz, matching the others scattered across the floor.

Minute one of it is a comfortable silence and Charles finds that he’s never felt more at peace dancing in this way. He also notes the ease in which they fall into the dance despite never having done it together before.

“I owe you too.” Iman breaks the silence.

“Huh?”

“For saving me.”

“You would never owe me that.”

“Which I appreciate, but I still owe you.”

There’s an urge to make it very clear how serious Charles is about her never owing him for helping her out because he would do it a million times over. That he would jump if she said so. That helping her makes him feel like he’s doing what he should be. But he’s still fighting himself and this isn’t the right moment. Nor is it the right setting. 

He’s also a little scared of her response if he bears his heart a little, even if he can admit that Lando wasn’t wrong.

So, instead he dawns what Iman calls his cocky little smirk.

“I’ll have to think about what I want then. Would be a shame to not get the favor in full.”

Iman rolls her eyes and softly hits him.

“Ugh, you can’t stop being a cocky little shit for more than a minute, huh?”

Charles scoffs, faux offense coloring his face. 

“How am I being cocky? You offered me something and I plan to use what you’ve offered me. It would be rude of me to leave you unsatisfied.”

The double meaning was clear.

“You sure that’s why? I have it under good authority that you’re not used to leaving someone unsatisfied.”

Now he’s a little offended.

“I have never. You could ask and everyone would say I’m very good at keeping satisfaction high.”

“Sure.”

“I am!” he softly shouts.

Iman throws her head back and laughs. The sound is music to Charles’ ears, but it doesn’t stop the slight pout from what she’s implying. He tries his best to not be insecure about that and she isn’t poking at that insecurity, but it does call out some of the compatibility things he’d gone over before in his attempt to get rid of how he feels about her. Another failure on his part.

It takes a few seconds, but Iman stops laughing and meets Charles’ eyes with her own. They’re a little watery due to her laughter, but the threat to her make-up doesn’t change how beautiful she is. Her hair is in its naturally curly state and framing her face in a way that makes her look angelic. Charles tries to focus on that and not the way her deep brown dress compliments the brown of her skin and the curves of her body.

“Haha,” he says sarcastically.

“Oh, Charlie, I’m sure you’re good at what you do. I mean how else could you have pulled girls from similar circles so often. They must speak of you fondly.”

That one doesn’t land. It’s something he’d seen on the internet and is a joke among his friends and on the grid. His intentions have never been that and he knows that to a degree it makes him appear as a walking red flag, but it rolls off his back. And he’s smart enough to know that if Iman had an actual fear of that she wouldn’t also have a thing for him. Even if Charles thinks it’s different from his thing.

Goodness, he is an idiot. But that doesn’t matter now.

“Haha, very funny.”

“Aw, you know I don’t mean it, Charlie. I think you’re more of a yellow flag than anything.”

That one gets him to laugh, and he knows they both are drawing attention with how loud their amusement is, but he doesn’t have it in him to care. All that matters to him is this moment because it feels so good. How being with Iman always feels.

“At least, I’m not the one dating weirdos. How long did that thing with Dennis last? Before or after the weird kink incident,” Charles says.

“You promised to never speak of it!”

“I know, but he really thought that you’d never find out about his Lew…”

A tap on the shoulder stops Charles and his attention shifts to Carlos, who looks a little sorry to be interrupting, but also has a glint in his eyes that Charles isn’t fond of.

“Sorry to interrupt. Fred has someone we must speak to and Iman, James is looking for you,” Carlos says.

Iman nods and slowly pulls away, which feels almost painful on Charles’ end.

She gives Carlos a side hug. “Thanks for letting me know.”

Without a word to Charles, she turns to leave, but then she turns back and looks at him with narrowed eyes and her hands firmly planted on her hips.

“You and I will not be picking up this conversation where we left off.”

“Yes, we will.”

And with one last eye roll she leaves. Which means Charles and Carlos are standing in the middle of the dance floor and that glint is still in the Spaniard’s eye.

“Don’t say it.”

Carlos smirks but holds his hands up in surrender.

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