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itsbecomeblue · 1 month

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glue 002 ellie williams imagine

don't dare forget about palestine

sinopse: you might have a crush on your friend, college!au

cw: swearing, basically fluff, ellie plays soccer, puppy love again because that's my thing, slightly nerdy loser!ellie, reader and ellie are oblivious, not explicit if reader is fem or masc, not exactly proofread.

you had been up all morning, not up really, awake. it was 11:43 when you actually got up, sick to your core. niyah had checked on you before she left for her classes, leaving you some cash for lunch, it's not like you didn't have any but niyah just felt like a mom sometimes. she also gave you a forehead kiss.

you rubbed your eyes while your other hand hugged your aching stomach. you grabbed your phone and squinted at the brightness of the screen.

“shit fuck.” you hissed, boy did your head hurt. you had suspicions that ellie had made so much nervousness pile up in you that it was threatening to explode your head and your poor stomach.

you had always been a little… anxious and got nervous when you hung out with new people, especially without your best friends. they were your safe space, you smiled sweetly thinkin about them, so you read over the texts on your group chat ‘take ur meds’. never the instagram one, because it's just your friend luana spamming instagram reels.

you laughed at your phone, turning it off just to wait for your friends to show up, you knew they would. you grabbed a piece of fruit and sat down again.

you grabbed your little notebook where you did all of your journaling, you always read some pieces before actually writing in it, so you did that. ‘ellie’ this ‘ellie’ that, from just last night before you got sick. but maybe you had already been sick from the moment she stepped into the room.

sick in your stomach, crippling nervousness. you and ellie hung out so much 1 on 1, so you assumed that's what happens when two anxious people get together to talk alone, even though you had known each other for a while now. you didn't give it much thought, well maybe you did. you wrote in pink ink...

‘she's so cute’ ummm late night thoughts were so funny to read over, right? just hilarious. ‘ellie williams #8’ adorned with stars and hearts? you were already sick last night, for sure!

on the other side of campus, ellie was at class but her mind was on the same side of campus as yours. ellie was very much in tune with her feelings for you, she'd say. ‘we're so awkward, we need to get closer!’ that's all you two needed, right? just that. she sighted, you looked at her adorned name in your notebook, she imagined your face adorned with flowers and asteroids?

she needs to pay attention in class! she'll think about you later, she wants to text you but she'll see you at lunch anyways so she decides against the text. ellie tried her best to focus on her boring class, impatiently waiting to see you again.

abby had texted you a few to let you know she was coming over, she was your childhood friend, inseparable at that. caring and loving, gentle giant abigail anderson. she was now on your carpet in front of you bed.

“so, did you take your meds?” she laughed, abby was a med student and definitely a good one but damn her she didn't know shit about pharmacy.

they might’ve teached her some of it, but this girl had very selective memory, it's not like you know what they teach at med school anyway. but you still thought she should cure you everytime you got sick, all your other friends agreed too.

“yep, i looked it up. turns out my friend being in med school doesn't serve me anything.” you stretched my leg to touch her with your feet and she gave you a disgusted look.

“you're such a bitch to me, i came to see you, sick girl.” she grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you with no force.

“abbyyy!” you laughed and tried yanking your feet back and she used more of her strength. she laughed with you and you felt less sick.

you two kept it up until you were falling off your bed onto her, she grabbed your torso, manhandling you so you looked at her. she looked mischievous, she had something up her sleeve.

“how's our favorite soccer star?” she smirks and you look scared, head jumping up and hitting hers. “hey! ouch lil girl…”

she soothed her head before soothing yours, with harsh pats... you weren't sure if she was soothing you or actively making it worse. you both laughed again, what the hell was wrong with you? you had slipped out of her thighs and sat on the carpet, right next to her.

“she's…” you coughed. “she's alright, i saw her yesterday.” you nodded to yourself and abby nodded back.

“right… right…” abby stared at you, smirk still in her lips, waiting for something.

you thought of what she might’ve wanted you to say. you used your brain so much that you realized something, eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed.

"what? you look like you developed your first thought.” she chuckled and you looked frightened.

“i forgot to tell her i'm sick.” you searched for your phone around the carpet and the bed.

“why would you have to tell her?” abby leaned back, watching you look for you phone.

"you know, even if she was a nurse in your wet dream, i don't think she can help.” she added when you ignored her.

“abby.” you actually slapped her nape and she hissed. “we were supposed to have lunch together, i don't wanna be rude and leave her hanging.”

“oooohh you're bailing her on your lunch date.” abby loved pressing your buttons and she knew which ones to press.

“yeah, our date at the campus cafeteria, abigail.” you found your phone under a pillow, one that you were sure you checked before. whatever, you texted ellie.

“abigail is crazyyy…” abby got up and peeped your phone from behind and you pushed her face, the fat on her cheek smushed. “sweetness, let me see.”

abby had a big sweet tooth growing so when you became friends, her dad started calling you tooth and sweetness, since she could never get enough of you. she clinged to it even now, when she was being nice but really often when she pissed you off.

“fine, tooth.” you caressed the cheek you had pushed. she laughed and playfully bit your shoulder as you turned off your phone.

“it's fine, y/n. she'll understand, of course.” abby slurred, you turned to her.

“yeah, i know. i wanted to see her though.” you rubbed your nose sitting on the carpet again, followed by abby.

“you'll see her soon, it's alright.” she patted your head and you looked at her blankly. “what? don't wanna see me too?” she pushed you head and snickered.

“i do, stop abby!” you laughed, pushing her back.

“you gotta crush and now you're gonna abandon me and lua.” she shook her head. “you won't abandon niyah because you live with her, but who knows! you might move in with ellie.”

“what are you even talking about?” you chuckled at her while she tried to maintain a serious face. “i'm not abandoning anyone.”

"AHA! so you do have a crush on ellie, lil girl…” she laughed loud, slapping her knee, now it was your turn to maintain a serious face while she laughed.

“first, you’re not funny. second, i don't have a crush on anyone.” she arched her eyebrow you held her temples, pressing her eyebrows back to their place. “stop, i don't”.

“be for real with me, pookie wookie.” you cringed hard with her.

“you can leave.” you both laughed so loud until she stopped and tapped your lap. “but she makes me nervous.”

“i know she does, might be something, don't you think?”

“mmm, i don't think so, we're both pretty anxious people so…” you shrugged and abby did too, she'd never pry.

“you might be right, time will tell.” she casually says as gets up. “you wanna order some? “i'm hungry.” you nod and she takes her phone out.

ellie on the other hand, is frowning at your texts, she's upset she won’t see you and she's upset you're sick. she immediately texted her friends dina and jesse about it, asking to have lunch with them instead.

she'd waited for them to meet up with her on campus, holding her phone. she wanted to text you again, but you probably needed rest so she opted out to spam texting cat, who wouldn't reply to the groupchat texts. cat was a fucking ghost most of the times, even when they dated... girl gets busy. when dina and jesse finally got there they walked together.

“y/n bailed on you, damn.” jesse shook his head ironically and dina rolled her eyes.

“shut up, jesse.” dina tickled his ear and smirked. they were walking towards the local subway.

“yeah shut up, she's sick dude.” ellie replied, with little to no humor.

her friends noticed. her hands were in her jeans pockets and she was looking down, jesse and dina knew her all to well to know she was even just slightly upset. childhood friends are like that, you'd know. abby was exactly like that with you.

“what's wrong?” jesse asked, palming her shoulder. dina stopped walking but ellie kept going, making them get back to walking too.

“nothin’. it's dumb, i just miss y/n or whatever.” ellie slurred, looking at her sneakers. jesse and dina chucked and she snickered.

“okay, okay. my bad.” jesse looked sternly at dina so she'd stop laughing. “you had plans?”

“actually yeah, i was gonna invite her to see me play saturday.” she looked up.

“it's wednesday, man. you can ask her later.” jesse started. “right?” he looked for ellie's eyes.

“as in a date?” dina asked, not afraid to. ellie was always open with them, she wasn't embarrassed by her feelings even though sometimes she was confused.

“nah, not a date. and yes i can ask later, but i get nervous and… i dunno.” she held her fingers as she sighed.

“just say it, els.” dina chuckled, jesse and ellie chuckled back.

“yeah, alright. i want her to see me play but i get nervous to ask and i thought i’d do it today.” ellie laughed at herself. dina and jesse nodded, they understood her.

“it's alright, you will ask. don't worry, she's gonna be thrilled.” jesse slapped ellie's back and dina looked at him in disgust.

"thrilled" dina mocked jesse, holding her fingers up as quotes.

they all busted out laughing as they got closer to the subways shop, talking about the saturday game, but never distracted ellie from the thoughts of you.

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hobisstar · 6 months

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So delicate| jjk x fem!reader

summary: Love isn’t fun when your young lover is caught cheating.

Warning: JUNGKOOK IS A PIECE IN SHIT IN THIS OMG, 8 year age gap, dom! Jk, sub! Reader, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, cheating, after math of cheating, and that’s all I could think of. Oh and maybe a little bit of yandere.

Crash.

Was what yn felt when she got home. Oh she couldn’t wait to just crash and go to sleep after a nice hot shower. But of course, that’s not what happened.

No you see yn came home to her boyfriend, cheating. It’s not like she was surprised no she has felt this was coming since a few months ago. Just how dare he bring into their home? How could he? The he in question is none other Jeon Jungkook.

According to jungkook they were falling apart after her late night working hours and his chilling at home hours. And because not to mention yn is a little older than Jungkook. Yn being freshly 34 and Jungkook being 26, they bumped heads with that 8 year age gap.

Yn frowned upon it so so much, but for some reason Jungkook insisted that they be together and forget about the age gap. They were adults in love and that’s all that mattered to him.

Recently, it hasn’t been so much love though. Yes, it’s still there but after this, is it?

One day Jungkook was nitpicking. Everything yn did that day, he just didn’t like it.

Going to work, didn’t like.

Walking around in clothes, didn’t like.

Not holding him tightly enough when she left for work, didn’t like.

Not riding his cock until he was begging to breed her with his then limp leaking cock, didn’t like.

The last one, cause an argument. Can you imagine having an argument while being onto of your lover? After he basically cummed in you more than once? Same. I couldn’t!

But yn being yn, she tried. Truly she tried to understand so much of his recent actions but what he said the day after? Was heart breaking.

“It’s not my fault that you decided to date a 26 year old at your old age. Should’ve dated someone your own age..”

It didn’t hurt yn because she knows it was true. So her rebuttal was

“ your right. And since you are so fucking right I’m done with you. You don’t want to be with my old ass anyways so I might as well find someone who will.”

Soon, that argument turned into angry sex. Yn saying she hates him while Jungkook replies I love you and your mine.

A whole lot that honestly needed to end anyways.

But this time, you were serious.

As soon as yn heard the moans coming from what once was their shared home, she quietly walked to the room, opened the door, packed a bag, and went downstairs. She completed drained out Jungkooks yelling and the woman’s panic voice trying to call Jungkook down when all she got was a get the hell out, to that she did.

“Baby… I thought you had to work late today?” He mumbled walking up behind her.

Yn did one swift turn toward him and looked him in the eyes and smacked him. “ You… you dare do this behind my back but you got some hefty balls to do this in my fucking home? I’m not surprised. Jungkook you’ve been hinting at this since 5 months ago. I was just dumb enough to ignore them. So you know what? Stay with her. Stay with whoever. I’m done and you don’t have to worry about my grown ass any longer… I’m done. Officially.”

Yn grabbed her bag and walked passed a stunned Jungkook making sure she shoulder bumped him on her way out.

He didn’t even attempt to stop because he knew. He knew that if he did she’d never have a chance of leaving of again. She wins this time. He told himself.

Oh let chaos begin…

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jpmarvel90 · 9 months

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Grief

Masterlist Natasha Masterlist

Relationship: Natasha x Reader, Sister Wanda x Sister Reader

Summary: After Clint's death, Natasha falls of the rails and her marriage is at stake.

Word Count: 6554

Y/n’s POV:

When Clint died, it affected everyone in the team. But most of all, it affected his best friend, Nat. After his funeral, Nat started to withdraw from everyone, including me, her wife. Her walls went up and she almost went into self-destruct mode. I barely saw her. She would be out all-night doing God knows what. Most of the mornings when she would eventually come back home, she was drunk or high.

She had stopped working, which was for the best anyway as she wasn’t in the right mind set for it. But work was always her outlet when things got rough for her. I barely saw her and when I did, she would talk to me. I was lucky if I got a good morning or goodbye. She would never tell me where she was or where she was going. At first I would wait up for her, terrified something had happened, then she would come in to bed in the early hours, not even addressing the fact she had been out all night.

Eventually, I would be asleep before she came in and then she would be gone before I woke up. I felt helpless that I couldn’t help her. I would try to get her to open up, but she would just ignore me. We started to argue more, something we had rarely done. If we disagreed, we would always talk about it. Even if we didn’t end up agreeing, it would rarely end up in a fight. Now, it seemed like just saying good morning would get a rise out of her.

The team were worried too, and they had all tried to help her as well. But it was no use. I spent so much time talking to my sister Wanda about how I was worried that she was slipping away. But she would encourage me to be patient and just be there so when she was ready to talk, she knew I was there to listen. But she was becoming nasty and the worst she got, the harder it became.

I would tell myself that she had lost her best friend, the man that saved her life and gave her a second chance to fight for what was right. If I ever lost Wanda, I would be devastated and know that I wouldn’t cope. I was Natasha’s wife. It was my job to be there for her, for better or for worse. But it looked like better was never going to make its way back again.

It was late on a Tuesday evening when Natasha stumbled through the door to our house. The smell of alcohol seeped off her and she looked a mess. When looked closer, I could see lipstick on her neck. I felt my heart constrict at the sight, but I wasn’t going to jump to any conclusions. “Nat, where have you been?” I asked calmly, making way towards her. She just started to giggle. “I wanted a drink.” She slurred out, pushing past me to the stairs.

I followed her and watched as she stumbled around trying to get herself ready for bed. I knew there was no use in talking to her now. She was drunk and probably wouldn’t hear anything I had to say anyway. So, I waited. I sat up in bed and waited until she woke up a few hours later. One thing about Nat was she never got a hangover so was always ready to function the next day. She looked at me surprised when she saw me awake and watching her. I heard her sigh, but we needed to talk. It had been 6 months since Clint died and she was getting worse. I know she is grieving but this isn’t healthy, and I hate not being able to help her. What sort of a wife isn’t able to comfort the person they love?

“Where were you last night?” I asked, keeping my voice calm and low, not wanting to frustrate her. But it didn’t work. “I was just out for a drink.” She said coldly, making her way to the bathroom. “Please Nat, I’m worried about you. I want to help you.” I said trying to contain the emotions. “I don’t need your help Y/n. I’m fine.” She huffed, doing everything to ignore looking in my direction.

“I know you’re hurting, and I can’t begin to imagine how you’re feeling, but you can’t keep doing this. It’s unhealthy.” I said and I could tell she was starting to get angry, but I wasn’t planning on backing down today. “Exactly, you don’t know what I’m feeling so just back the fuck off.” She spat, shoving past me to leave.

I ran down the stairs and blocked the door so she couldn’t leave. “Natasha, I’m your wife. I’m not going to force you to talk to me, but please talk to someone. You need help. I’m worried about you. I don’t know where you go and then you come home drunk and last night you came home with lipstick on you.” I said frustrated, my resolve breaking.

She slammed her keys down on to the counter and walked towards me not breaking eye contact. “I do not need you telling me what to do. Being my wife doesn’t give you some special pass to know everything about me. And the so what, I was having fun last night. Isn’t that a good thing?” She said with an evil smirk on her face. “Fun with someone else is that what you mean?” I ask, almost at a whisper, terrified of her answer.

She paused for a moment before answering. “Yeah, someone who doesn’t badger me at every minute of the day.” She said it so casually, and I felt my heart shatter. She cheated. “I mean that little to you, that you would go and cheat?” I asked. “This just isn’t working anymore Y/n. Neither of us are happy. Let’s just cut our loses whilst we can.” Her words were cold and callous. “Nat, you don’t mean that. We’re married, we’ve been together for 8 years. You’re grieving and if you need space, then I’ll give it to you. But please, this isn’t the end for us.” I argued, tears filling my eyes.

“Well, maybe 8 years was enough. This isn’t the grief talking Y/n. I can’t do this anymore. I think we should break up.” She said, not making eye contact anymore. I felt sick and my legs were shaking. “Break up? You want a divorce?” I asked in shock, and she just nodded. I was speechless. I looked at her and I knew that there was nothing that I could do. I moved away from the door and walked away from her, tears streaming down my face.

When I heard the door close, as she left, I fell to my knees and broke down. I couldn’t believe that the woman that I had fallen in love with could do that to me. Not wanting to stay in this house any longer, I grabbed my bags and filled them with my clothes and anything I wanted to take with me. Which wasn’t much as I didn’t want the memories of this anymore. I locked the door and push my key through the letter box. I packed up my car and made my way to the compound.

I was greeted by Jarvis, and I asked where Tony was. As usual he was in his lab. I was making my way there when Wanda saw me and chased after me, trying to find out what’s wrong. “Y/n/n, please slow down. Have you been crying?” She asked as I ignored her and found Tony. “Y/n what do I owe the pleasu…. Y/n, oh God what’s wrong” He asked, his voice turning to one of concern. “Can I move back in please?” I asked with no emotion to my voice.

Both him and Wanda looked at me confused. “This place will always be your home, but what about Nat?” Tony asked and I felt myself shudder at her name. “She’s asked for a divorce.” I stated and they both gasped. Wanda pulled me into a tight hug. “She’s just grieving Y/n she didn’t mean it.” Tony tried to comfort me, but it was no use. I shook my head. “She said it wasn’t that. She wasn’t happy and she um. She cheated last night.” I shared and I felt Wanda’s grip on my arm tighten. I looked up to see her eyes going red. “I’m going to kill her.” She said but I grabbed her hand.

“No Wanda. It’s not worth it. Clearly, I was stupid to ever believe that she ever truly loved me. I never should have let my walls down.” Wanda’s eyes calmed and she looked at me with pity. “Please don’t put them back up Y/n. I can’t see you like that again.” She pleaded but it was too late. I didn’t plan to let anyone back in. “Tony, could you give me a number of a divorce lawyer? I’d rather get this done and out of the way so we can move on.” I explained.

I noticed his eyes move towards Wanda with concern, but I ignored it. “Sure, I’ll email you the details for when you’re ready.” She offered with a kind smile. I thanked him and made my way to my car to grab my bags. Wanda helped as we unpacked my things in silence. I had never felt so lost and hurt. Wanda could feel the pain I was in, and I could tell it was hurting her to see it. I started to block off my mind, not wanting her to her my thoughts. The first step to building my walls back up.

Third Person POV:

The team were shocked by Natasha’s actions. They barely saw her anymore, but how she so callously broke up with Y/n was something none of them expected. Natasha had never been happier than when she was with Y/n. They all knew she was hurting, but to cheat on Y/n and ask for a divorce was a complete shock. Although they understood that Natasha was grieving, many of them were angry at her.

Y/n had done nothing but be there for Natasha. She had never pushed, and she had taken every argument and insult that Natasha would throw at her in the heat of the argument. She stayed when many people would have left. Instead of working to get better for her wife, she pushed her away and did the one thing that was unforgivable. She broke Y/n’s trust the moment she decided to cheat. The team didn’t recognise Natasha anymore and they didn’t know what to do. They only person they thought that could get through to her was slowly falling into their own pit of depression.

Y/n thought she was being strong by hiding her feelings and focusing back on work. But the team could see past it. They knew she was hurting, and it pained them that they couldn’t help. When Y/n and Wanda joined the team, both of them struggled to settle in. But Y/n found it harder. She had spent more of her life in Hydra, and it took years before she was the fun, caring and loving person that the team grew to know. They were terrified that she was going to fall back to being that broken girl that joined the team 10 years ago.

Everyone was shocked when Y/n got divorce papers so soon. They thought she would give Nat time to realise her mistake, but Y/n was beyond hurt now and was doing everything she could to protect what as left of her heart. Wanda was most worried. Not being able to understand how Y/n was feeling scared her. Even in Hydra when Y/n would block Wanda from her mind, she still spoke to her. But this time she had totally shut herself off.

Y/n threw herself into missions and was nearly always away from the compound. For Fury it was great. Her success rate was high, and she never complained regardless of what the mission was. He started to use the fact that she was hurting to his advantage, which frustrated, Tony, Steve and Wanda. But Y/n passed all evaluations and was will which didn’t really given them a leg to stand on to stop it.

On team missions, it was clear that Y/n was reckless. Not with the safety of others or the success of the mission, but with her own life. On multiple occasions she would come back with some form of injury, but it wouldn’t stop her. Y/n main focus was to get the job done and protect Wanda. The last person that she truly cared for.

She still loved the team, but Wanda had been there her whole life. Y/n would do anything to make sure her sister came home in one piece, regardless of the cost. Wanda was the last person Y/n could lose. She knew she would never come back from that if she did. Y/n would rather die if it meant that Wanda survived.

It was a solo mission that ultimately brought trouble for Y/n. Fury had underestimated the forces that Y/n would go up against and within a few hours, Y/n was missing. Steve was leading comms from the compound and her tracker and comms were down. There was no sign of her. Tony started to do all he could to find her, whilst Steve had to have the difficult conversation with her sister.

He found Wanda in the common room reading when he took a seat next to her. She looked up and instantly her eyes started to gloss over. “Its Y/n isn’t it.” She said before Steve could say anything. He nodded sombrely. “She’s missing. Tony and SHEILD are doing everything they can to find her.” He explained and Wanda broke down. Steve was quick to pull her into his arms to hold her. “I can’t lose her Steve. She’s all I’ve got. I should have done more. She was hurting and I couldn’t help. My own sister. I let her go back to closing herself off and now she’s gone.” Wanda cried into Steve’s shoulder who tried to keep her calm.

“You did everything you could Wanda. Do not blame yourself. No one could have helped her in the state she was in. You being there was what she needed, and you did that. This was just her way of coping.” She consoled. “I’m terrified Steve. My sister can’t be dead.” She sobbed. “Y/n is dead?” both Steve and Wanda’s head shot up, anger filling the witch’s eyes when she saw the source of the voice.

Nat’s POV:

Losing Clint was the hardest thing I’ve had to go through. He was the reason I was able to make a difference and start to clear my ledger. He made a choice to save me and give me a second chance. One that lead to me gaining a family and a job that allowed me to make a difference. He was the reason I met my wife.

I knew I was pushing everyone away, but I couldn’t help it. I could feel the grief consume me and I was angry at everyone. So, I didn’t what I did best, I ran from my feelings. I knew I was hurting Y/n but in my mind, I didn’t care. I knew she would be there for me when I got my shit together. She didn’t push me at the start, and I was grateful for that. But then she would question where I was more, and I didn’t want to talk about it. So, I pushed her even further.

I started to dread coming home and seeing her. Our relationship wasn’t the same anymore. I know it was my fault but in the heat of the moment, I decided I wasn’t prepared to do that anymore. So, I did something I never thought I would do. I broke her trust and then asked for a divorce. I could see her heart break but the grief I was feeling was selfish and I didn’t care. So, I left.

If I had not been so fucking stupid, I would have seen that Y/n had done everything I needed to work through my grief. I was just too stubborn to do what I needed to. I let it consume me and I didn’t care who I hurt along the way. Even if that was my wife. The woman that I adored with all my heart. The woman I would die for. I was an asshole.

I lied to her. I didn’t cheat. Well, I guess technically you could say I did. I kissed another woman, then as it started to go further, I realised what I was doing and stopped it. I couldn’t do that to Y/n, even if I couldn’t see that everything else I was doing was toxic towards her.

After going on a 3-day bender, I found myself at the door of Clint’s old house, knocking. Laura opened the door with a smile which dropped when she saw my state. “Natasha, what are you doing here?” She asked a little shocked. I hadn’t seen her since the funeral. I could face her knowing that Clint was gone. Clearly my subconscious had brought me here. “I uh. I don’t really know.” I told her honestly and she was quick to pull me inside.

She made a pot of coffee and we talked for a while. I apologised for not being around. But she said that she was doing good. She had her good days and her bad, but she was strong for the kids, and they were finally started to heal as they knew that Clint wouldn’t want them to be stuck in a cycle of grief.

Her words hit home with me. If his wife and kids could move on with their grief, why couldn’t I? “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look awful.” Laura said with a smirk, but worried eyes. “Yeah, I’ve not really been dealing with everything so well.” I explained and she nodded. “So I’ve heard.” She responded and I looked at her confused. “I see the team regularly. Tony told me that you and Y/n aren’t together anymore.” She said and I was shocked that she knew.

“I must say, you’re a fucking idiot.” She said and it shocked me. “What?” I asked confused. “You let go, well pushed away, someone as great as Y/n. I never too you for the cheating type Natasha. I know you’ve been grieving but you were selfish. Grief doesn’t give you a free pass to hurt someone else.” She scolded me and my eyes dropped to my hands in embarrassment. “We weren’t in a good place. We were fighting all the time and it seemed like the right decision.” I defended.

“Well, you’re even more of an idiot than I thought. Y/n was terrified that she was going to lose you. That you’d end up hurt or worse. She did everything that you wanted until it was becoming too much. Then you broke her trust for what? Because she cared too much about you to let you throw away your life as you were doing. You know, Clint didn’t save you for you to fall back to your old habits.” She said sternly. She really wasn’t letting me off the hook here.

“I would do anything to have even one more minute with Clint. Yet you are happy to throw away the one good thing in your life?” She questioned and I could see the hurt in her eyes. “If you want to self-destruct, fine. But breaking someone who worked so hard to build themselves up is unacceptable. Life is short, don’t throw it away.” As she spoke, it was like a movie reel was playing in my head of all the horrible things I had done to Y/n over the last 6 months. Then I saw everything good thing she had ever done for me. I was a coward, and I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to fix what I’ve broken.

I spend the next couple of weeks with Laura. She helped me to get my shit together. Spending time with her and the kids help me to come to terms with losing Clint and finally being in a position I could move on and honour Clint in the way he deserved. I had to make myself better not just for me, but for my wife. I eventually went back home ready to fix things with Y/n. Firstly, I needed to explain to her what really happened that night.

I opened the door to our house, and it struggled to open as there was a pile of post. I picked it all up and was surprised when I saw a key underneath it all. I picked it up and realised it was Y/n’s key. I called out to her, but knew she wasn’t here as her car was gone. I made my way up to our room and saw all of her things were gone. I don’t know what I was expecting. I asked her for a divorce, so of course she wasn’t going to wait for me anymore.

After clearing up a bit, I started making my way through the mail and paused when I got to a large A4 envelope. I opened it and felt my heart complete shatter. It was divorce papers. Fuck, I was too late. I grabbed my keys and made my way to compound. I knew she’d have gone back there to be with Wanda.

Tears were falling down my cheeks the whole way there. I can’t believe that I hurt the one person I love more than life itself. How could I let my grief get to the point I was willing to let her go? When I got to the compound I ran as quickly as I could to find her but was greeted by a sobbing Wanda in the common room. Steve was holding her, and I could tell that he was holding back tears as well.

Then I heard the words that shattered my world. “I’m terrified Steve. My sister can’t be dead.” Wanda sobbed and I couldn’t believe what I had heard. I was speaking before I even knew it. “Y/n is dead?” I asked. They both looked up at me and I could see how angry Wanda was. Her eyes had turned red. She stood up and marched over to me and before I knew it, I was on the floor with a bloodied nose and Wanda stood over me.

Ok I deserved that. Jeeze she packs a hell of a punch. “This is all your fault! You were so selfish that you pushed her to her limit.” Wanda screamed at me. I could hear the pain in her voice. What had happened? Where was Y/n? Was she actually dead? I had all these questions flying around my head, but the words didn’t come out. At my silence, Wanda started to generate an energy ball. I prepared myself for the impact, but it never came.

I looked up and saw Wanda’s hands drop to her side, the energy ball extinguished. She fell to her knees, heart breaking sobs leaving her. I sat up and pulled her towards me. I hated seeing her like this. She fought my comfort but eventually gave in. When she had calmed down, she pulled away, the anger had replaced the sadness that filled her eyes a moment ago. “If anything happens to Y/n, I’ll never forgive you.” She said coldly and walked off.

Steve was looking at me like I’d never seen before. He was disappointed but also hurt. “Steve, where’s Y/n? What is going on?” I asked needing to know what was actually happening. Steve went on to explain what had happened and the guilt was just continuing to grow. “She shut down Nat. It was like she was when she first got here. Her only priorities were missions and protecting Wanda. I know you were grieving, but I never thought you’d ever be able to do what you’ve done to her.” I couldn’t respond to him. I knew exactly what I had done and how unforgivable it was. I just had to hope that Y/n would come back safe to try to fix this.

For the next two weeks we all worked as hard as we could to find Y/n. We attacked numerous Hydra bases in the hopes we’d get more information, but it was useless. The more time that went on the more we realised, it was a high possibility that Hydra didn’t have her and that she had been hurt, or worse, in a fight with them.

Over these weeks, I had slowly been able to gain the others trust back. Wanda still hated me, and I didn’t blame her for that, but we worked well together. We both had the same drive and we understood how the other was feeling. We often would end up in the kitchen late at night talking about what was going on in our heads. “When I lost Pietro, I thought I would never get out of the darkness, but Y/n was there guiding me back to the light. When she started throwing herself into missions, I knew it was only a matter of time before something would happen. I tried everything I could to get to her, but she had shut me out. I failed her.”

I watched the turmoil on Wanda’s face. I hated that I had caused Y/n to close herself off to the world again. “Wanda, it’s not your fault. I broke her when I promised I never would. She cares for you, and she would hate that you are blaming yourself.” I try to comfort her. She sniffles and nods in acknowledgement. “Why did you do it?” She asked quietly but her eyes were boring into me.

I took a breath. “It’s a shit excuse, but with all the fighting we were doing, I convinced myself that we were coming to an end, and it was best to end it. I was too lost to realise that I was the cause of all the fighting and Y/n was just trying to help. When I came home to find the divorce papers, it felt like my world stopped. I took her for granted thinking that she would always be there no matter how horrible I was.” I explained. I was waiting for another punch or yelling but nothing came.

Wanda looked at me with sad eyes. “Is that why you cheated?” She asked and was quickly shaking my head. “I didn’t cheat. Well not like she thinks. I lied.” I said and I saw a hint of anger in Wanda’s eyes. “You lied about cheating?” She asked clearly not believing me, but I quickly told her to go into my mind and see what really happened that night. When her eyes returned to their normal emerald green she sighed. “I’m terrified that I’m going to lose her, like I lost Clint, but she won’t know that I’m sorry and I truly love her. She’s my light, my life. I can’t live in this world without her.” I started to cry and was shocked when Wanda comforted me.

“You broke her walls down once, maybe you can do it again.” She said calmly. “You really think she’d let me back in?” I asked surprised. “There was one emotion she couldn’t shut off from me the last few weeks, her love for you. It was so strong she couldn’t block it off. That doesn’t mean that she’ll forgive you, but I know she got the papers to protect herself. She thought it would stop the pain, but it didn’t.” She explained and I felt a small bit of hope.

The next morning, I was woken by Steve rushing into my room. “The quinjet is about to land. Y/n is on it.” He said out of breath. I shot out of bed and ran with him to the landing pad. “Do we know how she is?” I asked, wanting to be prepared for what we were about to see. “No, Fury’s team found her but there was no report of her condition.” He shared. We arrived and I stood next to Wanda, taking her hand in mine to give her comfort.

We could hear an argument from the back of the yet. “Y/n, you need to go to the medbay, please just get on the gurney.” We could hear Bruce say frustrated. “I’m fine Bruce, I don’t need a bed. My legs will be able to carry me to the medbay and I’ll let you do what every you need to do.” Hearing her voice was a relief and I could hear Wanda let out a big of a chuckle. As Y/n appeared at the back of jet, I noticed that she was covered in cuts and bruises and her shirt was saturated in blood.

Bruce was walking next to her, helping her as she limped her way over towards us. Wanda was quick to let go of my hand and made her way to Y/n. She was hesitant but still pulled her into a hug. “You scared the shit out of me! Don’t you dare do that again.” She scolded, but Wanda was quick to hug her again. “Here, let me help you.” Steve said, jogging over to help Bruce get Y/n to the medbay.

My heart rate was increasing with every step closer they took. Then our eyes met and for a brief moment it was like I couldn’t breathe. “As if getting shot wasn’t bad enough.” She muttered under her breath, but loud enough that I could hear. I followed as they took her to the medbay and watched as they started to patch her up. Wanda stayed with her whilst the rest of us observed from the waiting area.

Once he was done, Bruce came out to give us an update. “She’s doing good. Bullet wound to her shoulder and abdomen, but both were through and throughs. She did a good job of keeping them clean and stemming the bleeding until she was found. She got some small injuries such as broken ribs, fractured eye socket and a few broken fingers. But they’ll heal over time. She’s lucky.” She explained and we thanked him before making our way into the room. I took my place next to Y/n and couldn’t hold back anymore.

I grabbed her hand between mine. “Thank God you’re ok. I was so scared.” I said through tears. She turned to look at me, but her eyes were empty. Wanda was right, she had closed herself off again. She didn’t respond to me, but she also didn’t take her hand away. “What happened?” Wanda asked from her seat next to Y/n’s bed. “Mission went sideways. I was able to fight them off as best I could before I got hit. Thankfully I was able to get away. But the bleeding was too much so I took shelter in an abandoned hut. I was in and out of consciousness for a while and with no comms I had no way to call for help. Eventually I was found by a hunter and his son. They helped me get in contact with Fury and now I’m here.” She summarised.

Wanda held her hand tighter and ran her hand through Y/n’s hair. “I thought I lost you. Please, you have to be more careful and stop taking so many missions.” She pleaded. We were all surprised when Y/n agreed so easily. The team started to disperse, saying their goodbyes leaving just Wanda, Y/n and me. Wanda looked between us and stood up to leave. “I’ll come back later with some dinner.” She said but Y/n wouldn’t let go of her hand. I could tell they were having a conversation in their minds and obviously Wanda won when Y/n let go of her hand.

I sat in silence for a moment thinking about what to say, but it turns out I didn’t have to. “Have you signed the papers yet?” She asked coldly. Her words were like daggers to my heart. “No, and I don’t plan to.” I responded and she scoffed. “You were the one that wanted a divorce Natasha, just sign them and we can move on.” She retorted, not making eye contact with me once.

I know Y/n more than I know myself. I can always get a pretty good read on her. I thought it would be difficult if she had closed herself off, but I could tell she was in so much physical pain, that she wasn’t able to fight to keep those walls up right now. And I knew she didn’t really want me to sign the papers. She’s trying to protect herself. “I don’t want to move on. I want to make things right with my wife.” I said firmly. “Ex-wife.” She muttered and once again her words hurt. But I deserved it.

“You’re not my ex-wife. We’re not divorced yet and I don’t plan of letting that happen.” I insist. “If you don’t sign them, I’ll go through the courts if I have to. I have grounds for divorce. You cheated on me. My lawyer said that I can proceed with that alone.” She explained and I realised just how much she had done in a short space of time. “Well, I didn’t cheat, your grounds are gone. So how about you just talk to me for a moment before trying to force through a divorce that neither of us want.” I kind of shouted and I saw her flinch slightly.

“Don’t lie Natasha, you’ve already hurt me enough, please just stop.” She said, her voice cracking. “I’m not lying. I did kiss another woman that night. I was drunk and then as she wanted more, I stopped it. I didn’t sleep with her because even in my drunk ass state, I couldn’t do that to you. You don’t know how much I regret even kissing her, let alone then letting you believe that I cheated on you. Wanda read my mind, she can show you that I’m not lying.” I quickly explain hoping she’ll believe me.

“Then why did you say you did? Did you just want to hurt me?” She asked and I hated my response, but I had to be truthful. “At the time yes. I was angry and I thought the only way I could process everything was in my own stupid way. I was frustrated when you would try to help so I just pushed you away and then lied so I could get you to leave me.” I said shamefully, unable to keep eye contact. I could hear her sniffling and it was killing me knowing I was causing her pain all over again.

I then heard shuffling as she started to get out of bed, pulling off the wires attached to her body. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” I said jumping out of my seat to push her back into the bed. “I can’t stay here right now. My own wife just admitted that she wanted to hurt me. When all I had ever done was try to help her through her grief. I took every harsh word you ever said to me because I knew you were hurting, and you didn’t mean it. It was more important that I was there for you. But that night, I looked in your eyes and I could tell you did mean it. My wife, my Natasha, would never have treated ANYONE like that regardless of what she was going through.” She was crying and she was angry, and she was right.

I fight with her a little to make sure she stays in her bed. I can’t have her hurt herself anymore. “Please just stay here. You’ll make your injuries worse. If you want, I’ll leave and give you space.” I tried to bargain with her. She huffed and dropped back on the bed, giving a slight hiss in pain. “I don’t want space. I want to stop feeling all this pain. I want to stop feeling like the world is slowly falling from underneath me. I can’t do this until you let me move on. So just sign the god damn papers.” She almost yelled.

I did this too her. I caused this pain and turmoil by being selfish. But I wasn’t going to give up on her. “I’m not signing the papers.” I insisted once again. “I made you a promise on our wedding day that I would fight for us through anything. I broke that promise which I will never forgive myself for. But I still plan on living by that promise now. There is no one else like you in this world. You make me feel whole and without you there is just darkness. I let myself get lost in grief and used it as an excuse to act out. I know that you still love me. I also know that you are trying to protect yourself because you think that I’ll just end up hurting you again. So let me make one more promise to you that I will never break. I will never stop loving you and I will never hurt you again. Just please give me one more chance.”

I’m pleading to her through my own tears and every minute of silence is slowly killing me. I’m losing her, I’ve fucked up and I’m going to lose her. “Please, what can I do to get you to give me one more chance.” I begged. She sighed but looked up at me. “Go to therapy. You need to process what happened with Clint before you can commit to our marriage again. You need to help yourself before you can help me.” She said and I nodded along in agreement. “Anything for you. I’ll get myself sorted and I’ll be the best wife that you deserve. But you need to make me a promise.” I said, hoping I wasn’t crossing a line.

She raised and eyebrow at me but encouraged me to carry one. “Stop closing yourself off and going on dangerous missions to deal with your own pain. Wanda won’t cope if she loses you and I need my funny, caring, and loving wife.” I explained and she looked down to her lap, but she eventually nodded.

I sat on the side of her bed and pulled her towards me and placed a kiss on her head. “We’ll get through this. I’ll make everything up to you and we’ll be back to where we were. Ready for the rest of our lives together and maybe starting that family we talked about.” I said hesitantly, hoping she still wanted the same things that I did. “I love you, Tasha.” Those simple words brought warmth to my heart, and I started to sob into our embrace before responding “I love you too my Angel.”

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dreamwritersworld · 9 months

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All too well. (Miles morales x reader)

Weather Miles knew it or not he was stabbing her right in the heart every time he made their relationship seem under wraps.

In front of everyone he refused to call their relationship what it was. Love. Not a childish relationship, at least not to Y/n.

Rio could see something was going on between the two. There wasn’t a day where she hadn’t dreamt of seeing Y/n in a wedding dress besides Miles, she was all too prefect. Y/n was practically the daughter she never had.

So Miles kept her close to his heart and he always got Y/n to return back into his arms but every time she did she felt shame, and he would just hold her lifeless frame. Their relationship was crowded, Gwen was stuck in the picture and the teenage boy was stuck between the two. He couldn’t imagine a life without either of them. Gwen gave him thrill and Y/n gave him comfort.

Both girls were spider-women except…Gwen wasn’t in their universe. She was gone and it had been months. Y/n remembered it all too well.

When arguments happened salty tears would fall from the two of them once they wrapped arms around each other, Miles breathed in her sweet candy scent wishing for it to smell like another. While y/n let tears fall knowing Miles imagined someone else with him. She didn’t trust herself, her body would always lead her back to the wrong things, him.

However…the patience of Y/n didn’t last longer. The night before everything went downhill they got into an argument…

It all started when we had came home from keeping watch on the city. Tonight wasn’t the best night, Miles was so distant and he refused to speak to me.

He spoke about me indirectly, I heard it.

“you’re just so irritable….”

I couldn’t ignore it, not this time. His frustration lighted a bottling flame waiting to ignite..

“I won’t ever understand you! You won’t even speak to me directly?! What am I supposed to do with that?!”

He turned around quickly, spoke irrational. Though I knew in some way or another he meant every word he said.

“If you were Gwen maybe I would’ve been just fine?!”

Hearing him say that made me want to die. Confirming something I denied for the longest. There was shuffling in my feet stepping backwards, my heart beginning to feel intense agony and the tears slipping from my eyes.

Miles couldn’t exactly see my face with my mask, but he knew what he had said cut deep.

“…we’re done.”

His hand reached out for me but all I could do was push him away. I fled immediately after, knocking into almost every building. My vision was disoriented since my eyes were flooding with tears.

That night I went to bed listening to my parents arguing in the living room, doing the same thing Miles and I had just done. Maybe it was for the better…maybe if I stayed I would’ve repeated the never ending cycle….

‘All’s wells, that ends well’ but Y/n was in a new hell every time he double crossed her mind. It goes without saying that the next day Y/n dreaded having to go to Jeff’s promotion party, but she would anyways because they were there for her big moments too…

My eyes felt swollen from the rough night and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all. Picking between the clothes and getting myself out of bed was difficult, this breakup felt final.

I took everything step by step and I took a deep breath walking into the party.

“Y/n! Hija you made it, I was getting worried!”

Rio rushed in giving me her nurturing love and all that hit was the fact that this will never happen as much. I wouldn’t allow myself to come over any more after this, not when I know I’d go back to him.

“Hi Mrs.Morales! Hi Mr.Morales-“

“Rio let Y/n breathe!…Cmon give me a hug kid!”

I did return that hug but all I could do was take the emotions in..

“Congratulations sir!”

once we were done with our greetings they turned my body quickly to the skylines of the city

“Isn’t it beautiful!…haha yea.”

The way Jeff had spoke sounded quick and awkward, he rushed my body to turn so fast.

“oh yea it is..”

Rio couldn’t just stand there and act like she didn’t see Y/n hurt regardless if she didn’t see the scene Jeff hid her from, she wanted to protect her but she wouldn’t lie to Y/n either.

“Oh princesa, lo siento.”

Confusión covered my face but inside hearing just that but not knowing why, I was so close to breaking down.

“What do you mean?”

Jeff looked to Rio with pleading eyes begging her to stop and Rio had a sense of genuine and a need to not hide something.

“Miles is with that girl Gwenda, I can’t lie to you Y/n. You’re just too sweet for me to lie. Just know that no matter how or why your relationship ended, no es por ti.”

My swollen eyes wanted to cry once more, I turned my body to the crime scene. He did talk to her the entire time in the beginning of our relationship…maybe did even worse. She came back now, and Miles was the one who ran to her the second we called it quits.

I knew based off the smile on his face, he’d never feel sorry for the way I hurt. He was showing her off just by simply bringing her and pulling her close…

The entire time Y/n was staring Jeff couldn’t believe his eyes, everything Rio had rambled about them being together and Y/n being in love, Miles loving her back but out of nowhere it only ever became halfway. It hurt seeing the pain that struck her eyes.

Jeff gave Y/n the biggest hug..

“If you want Y/n..you can pick out your food, eat and take a good nap on our couch before you head home.”

A small tear feel from Y/n’s eyes, all she could do was nod and walk away…

I’ve never doubted myself so much, I hate that I gave Miles power over that kind of stuff. At some point in our relationship it was always one step forward and three steps back.

Once I made it back down to their apartment I couldn’t nap, my body wouldn’t allow it. Something was telling me to go. So I did.

I closed the window and leaped onto building from building , trusting my body to lead me in the right direction. When I arrived there was a damaged building and a portal..no one was there and it hadn’t closed yet, so I jumped in..

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megistusdiary · 2 months

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hiii! can i be 🕊️ anon? anyway,, what about s/o!fem!reader x s/o!arlecchino short fic w/ reader being able to play an instrument, possibly the piano or a guitar. and then one day, arle comes home after a long day of work to find reader playing (instrument) in their shared bedroom, and arle just stands there and watches them and then when reader is done, they turn around to find arle smiling (mischievously) and melts, super embarrassed idk im having brainrot 😭 i NEED more arlecchino content. ive already read everything i found

hi, omg. yes ofc you can be 🕊 anon!! welcome to my blog ✨️

that's such a cute concept. personally, i'd like to believe arlecchino can play the violin or piano too, so imagine a future duet 🤭

imagine living together in arle's fancy home, and it's her piano in your shared room, and then she finds you playing, which makes it extra special, right?? 😁

also, girl, i HEAR you. literally only came back to writing because there was a serious lack of content for all the pretty women. someone's gotta do it 🫡 i hope this is alright for you

arlecchino x fem!pianist ⋆.࿔*

contents: fluff, wlw pairing, reader plays piano

arlecchino walked into the door with a million problems on her mind, as per usual. she was silent as she tossed her jacket onto a nearby chair, rolling her sore shoulders and neck, eyebrows still furrowed from frustration.

her thoughts were as tense as her muscles, only to relax involuntarily when she heard soft music coming from the bedroom.

she took careful steps, minimizing the click of her heels on the tile towards the beautiful music. she instantly recognized the piece being played; one of her personal favorites that she had memorized the sheet music for entirely.

the bedroom door was already open partially, allowing music to flood out into the hallway. she slowly pushed the door further open, completely silent as she leaned against the doorframe.

her eyes fell upon you at her grand piano, a rather expensive and elegant model. arlecchino often played in the evenings for you or vice versa, though she had never heard you play when you assumed you were alone.

the stress from her day's work slowly melted from her face with each press of the keys from your fingers. she admired how elegant you looked at this moment, how you seemed to be completely pulled into the music, so focused you hadn't yet recognized her presence.

the corners of her lips quirked up as you neared the end of the song, the part you knew was her favorite. subconsciously, you drew it out longer, causing her heart to swell within her chest.

once the song was over, the minute you turned around, you let out a soft gasp, nearly falling off the piano bench. "you scared me! how long were you there?" your voice was rushed, embarrassment clear on your face.

her arms were folded over her chest, a slight smirk on her lips. "nice to see you too. you play beautifully." she walks over to you, leaning down over where you sat.

the way you looked up at her so sweetly had her melting, tilting your chin up to kiss your forehead. "did you mean to draw that last part out, or did you forget how the song ends?" she teased as she leaned back up.

she relished in the way you turned away, ears heating up as you stood up from the bench. "ah, forget it! i'm all done! the piano is yours!" you huffed, stomping away, leaving her to chuckle dryly at your retreating form.

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klausysworld · 3 months

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My latest obsession

Part 1

(Written from Klaus Mikaelson’s perspective)

Over the course of a thousand years relationships have come and gone without any trouble.

Tatia was first, though she chose my brother, I loved her to an extent. But when I think of her now I could never imagine wanting her, whether that is due to my other interactions with her doppelgängers I do not know.

Then it was Aurora. She was the first person to accept me, to learn my secrets and love me anyway. Aurora was the first to break my heart but not the last.

I fell in love time and time again, often the one I longed for was just out of reach. I grew to enjoy the chase, the thrill of burn. Once I had what I wanted, I struggled to ever let it go.

The first girl I had grown significantly attached to was one from a low status family and at the time I was regarded rather highly. Her mother had been working for me and had begged for a job for her daughter and with the push from Elijah I accepted. Her daughter was so scared all of the time, so skittish and apologetic that it was pathetic. But for some reason I enjoyed it. I liked to see how frightened I could get her, how close before I was touching her. It took much longer to get her into my bed compared to other woman of my past but the wait, the hunt had made it seem all that much more worth it. Nothing had felt better than finally having her after so long.

For a small while it was amazing. She was mine and she knew it. However once her mother found out, she was both petrified and horrified. She didn’t want us together, that much was abundantly clear.

I wasn’t sure where the anger had come from but when she kept trying to take my love away, the rage built. One thing lead to another and I had to kill her, Elijah was furious and my girl was distraught that her mother was dead, more so that it was my fault. I was willing to wait for her to grieve but Elijah, the Nobel and considerate Elijah, decided to ‘help’ her.

When I found out she was gone, I couldn’t stop myself from hunting her. She kept running and so I had to make sure that she couldn’t.

The snap of her neck rings through my head to this day, and the reminder of my inhuman strength.

Elijah was daggered for him part in her death and I moved away again.

Rebekah and Kol were both awake for the next girl. They both learned the hard way to not take her from me.

It became a pattern that every couple centuries, when we settled somewhere for too long, that I would attach my feelings to someone. Of course there were girls in between but love only came with the obsession.

However as time continued, I loved much less, felt less in general. I could feel myself becoming colder and I gradually became more calculated.

I rarely slept with the same woman more than three times unless I they were my witch, in that case I would keep them around satisfied before inevitably killing them.

Death was a quick and easy way to get rid of someone. I leant to kill the ones that I loved so that I could move on. Unhealthy? Perhaps, but effective nonetheless.

I hadn’t become attached to anyone is nearly over 300 years and I certainly didn’t plan to.

I didn't plan to do a lot of things.

However, when word spread of my doppelgänger being alive and ready to sacrifice, I ended up back in the dreaded town known as Mystic Falls. I had promised to only return to this part of the world under absolutely necessary circumstances after the memories that haunted the land.

My curse being broken was the most necessary situation.

Arrangements were made and I arrived in Virginia for both my doppelgängers, a werewolf and a vampire. I had already acquired my witch and she was more than eager, in many aspects.

Body-jumping was an old trick of mine. It was one that inexperienced supernaturals fell for easily. The spell went smoothly, I transferred myself in the vessel of Alaric Saltzman. He was close enough to the doppelgänger that he would be in on everything but not so close that they would notice if he behaved a little oddly, besides he had an excuse. He and his girlfriend were going through a rough patch. His ex-wife, Isobel told me all about it.

The town was dingy and had very little to do, a bar: the Mystic Grill-creative-, a primary school and highschool who were also recognised as the TimberWolves-ironic-, then quiet little businesses like coffee shops and flower boutiques. It was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone else's business and involve themselves as much as possible.

Not my kind of place. I didn't plan to stay long.

That plan went down the drain almost instantly once I saw her. She hadn't been at the school when I was teaching as Alaric and Katerina had only briefly mentioned her as she wasn't "anything special". Oh Katerina couldn't have been more wrong.

Knocking on the Salvatore's door and being greeted my Damon was the lowest point of my day though it surely skyrocketed when my eyes met hers. Y/n, I knew her name to be, immediately came over with a smile painted across her cherry lips. The body I was in went stiff and the inhalation of air I had just taken got trapped at the back of my throat when her arms went round my midsection. I let out the breath and took in another through my nose letting the rich, sweet, fruity, and sensual scent invade me.

Damon pulled her away with a grumble before I could react properly and she went and sat beside my old friend Stefan.

I cursed myself internally. Now was not the time to become focused on a girl. I needed to break my curse, build my army and eventually an empire. I needed to focus on the Bennett witch's plan however my gaze kept wondering over to Y/n.

Her features aligned themselves perfectly, her expression showing traces of anxiety making her little nose twitch like a bunny's as she leaned against Stefan's side for comfort. My eyes drifted to the smoothness of her neck, the desire to drag my teeth along it made my mouth water and my blood to rush lower. I sighed to myself and tried to regain focus but I kept looking back to her. My vision following the curve of her ample breasts. My jaw clenched at the way they pressed against each other and showed out of the top of her blouse. Continuing down her body remained exquisite, the way her hips were moulded made me want to grab them, I longed to have her on my lap. The plumpness of her ass would feel so good against my hands and the thickness of her thighs would wrap beautifully round my head.

My breathing was laboured and I had to close my eyes to gain some composure.

Everyone else left fairly quickly to get ready for the decade dance, Y/n included however Damon had grabbed my shoulder with an amused smirk on his face.

"Isn't it against some sort of code to be attracted to your students Ric?" He laughed, passing me a glass of bourbon. I cleared my throat and clenched my jaw before denying his accusation. But the bastard wouldn't let up. "Hey man I get it. We've all thought about her like that. Who wouldn't? She could be a goddamn pornstar-" He joked, at least I tell myself he was joking so that I didn't rip his throat out right there and then.

"Aren't you in love with Elena?" I questioned, brows high as I gave him a look and he shrugged.

"Wouldn't stop me from fucking Y/n" he muttered with a dazed expression as he imagined it. I couldn't help the rage forming within me but I bit it back and managed to get out.

Katerina knew something was up as soon as I stepped foot inside but kept her trap shut after I strangled her for questioning me. I was able to prepare myself and briefly push Y/n out of my mind as I went to the dance. She was out of sight which confused me but I pushed it to the back of my mind and followed through my plan to get the Bennett witch alone.

I had assumed my plan successful when Bonnie collapsed, blood trickling down her face and heart no longer beating. And so I made my way out of the building only to come face to face with my sweet girl. She scrambled to halt and looked up at me with nothing but panic in those round eyes of hers. I could feel a smile twitch at my lips as she bolted to her right and decided to indulge.

I chased her throughout the school, being in a human body made it a little trickier but all as much entertaining. I let out a laugh when I saw a window hanging open and put my head through it to see her running along the street opposite.

Smart little bunny.

I couldn't wait to be in my own form.

And soon enough, I was.

Just to my luck she was at the grill when I arrived. Sat with some humans that I didn't recognise while Damon and Alaric sipped their drinks and glanced over to her.

I made my approach, a couple gentle warnings and then ordered my girl a 'sex on the beach' cocktail. I placed it on the table in front of her, leaning right over the top of her to do so. Two of the girls she was with went pink and wide eyed as they became bashful. Y/n lifted her head back to look up at me and went a similar state. Her mouth gaped a couple of times making me smile and caress her shoulder as I made my way out of the grill.

I listened as her friends began to gush and ask who I was and she of course had no idea until Damon came and pulled her away, revealing the truth.

I stopped by her house before the ritual for my curse. I knocked the door and her parents answered. Before any questions could begin I compelled them to invite me in. Silly Bunny, not ensuring they intake vervain. I compelled them to ignore my presence whenever I was there and that was exactly what they did. Just pretended that I wasn't there.

I headed for her bedroom, rolling my eyes at the amount of pictures pinned against her walls and the mountain of teddy bears in their own corner of the room. I sat down at her vanity and opened the drawer revealing the abundance of makeup and perfume. I smelt each one to figure out which was the one that she was wearing when she hugged me.

Once I found it, I took a photo and put everything back. I pulled a single white rose out from the inside pocket of my jacket and placed it on top of the desk before leaving.

She was there at the ritual, she gave my brother a helpless look as he apologised for not killing me. Then we vanished and I finally shifted into my wolf for the first time in a thousand years.

It was a wonderfully freeing experience, being able to tear people and animals to shreds without a single care in the world. Elijah was cleaning up every last drop of blood, every paw print I left in the dirt, every bloody hair that I shed. Honestly at some points I wondered which one of us was supposed to be the dog.

The was only a short time gap where my wolf must have taken full control, but I knew exactly where it had taken me. I was sat on the street opposite Y/n's house and all I wanted to do was get her. I always had strong urges when I became obsessive but I assume this other half of me must've doubled down on those instincts because I got into that house within seconds. Elijah whisper yelled at me the entire time but was unable to get inside himself. My claws tapped against the wooden steps before I pushed her door open with my nose.

A low sound vibrated from my chest as I laid my eyes upon her sleeping form. The duvet was covering her entire body but her face was exposed, eyes closed and features relaxed. My body moved through her room with ease and stepped onto her double bed. It was smaller than my usual choice making it a little tight to lay down beside her but I just about fit in this form. I lay my chin against the crook of her neck and rest my eyes until the sun began to rise. Her sweet smell travelled throughout my system making my mind spin and blood rush.

I left early in the morning so she wouldn't wake with an animal in her bed, though part of me wanted to remain there regardless and entertain myself with her reaction. But alas, I did not.

I continued to terrorise a couple surrounding villages before eventually collapsing into a heap of exhaustion.

When I woke I was back in my usual human like form. A sense of exhilaration filled me at the knowledge of my achievement. Elijah wasn't exactly pleased with me but I didn't particularly care. He continued to pester me about our family and I ignored him as usual, my mind instead drifting back to Y/n.

Courting women had changed significantly through the centuries. I remember when a simple conversation with one's father would be enough for marriage. A few shiny pieces of jewellery and a nice dress and they would drop to their knees thinking I was an angel. Chasing girls now took a little more effort, flattery and gifts were still a definite yes however for whatever reason they had to be constantly reassured of my feelings which would be a tad more difficult if things went according to plan and I was driving through North Carolina. However luckily, living as long as I have meant that I had a way with words, poems and letters along with flowers and other treats would have her heart racing all the same before I returned with my hybrids and took her for myself.

And that was exactly what I did.

I sent a bouquet of white roses each week along with a hand written note and a range of little gifts. It sated me enough as the days flew by of tracking down werewolves. I admit my spirits lowered when I experiment failed, my anger may have gotten the better of me for a split moment and I made sure to inform my dearest darling of what had occurred and how I planned to overcome the situation.

Things seemed to get a little better and then they got a lot worse.

Which was how I ended up driving a truck with my whining sister beside me and a more dead than usual Stefan in the back. The fucker had been keeping the doppelgängers survival a secret which was enough of a betrayal that I could ruin his life and still sleep like a baby.

Besides, I got to see my girl at the Senior Prank Night or whatever the stupid highschool tradition was in this town.

What wasn't good?

I found her in a classroom kissing a boy. A boy that was unfamiliar to be and completely irrelevant.

How on earth could she give herself to another when she so obviously obtained my affections, my love by this point. Were the diamond earrings and perfectly executed drawings of her not enough of a sign? Perhaps she was just crazy.

Didn't matter, I fixed it.

The boy was dead without a second thought and I dragged her screaming body into the gym where everyone else was. I left her on the ground against the wall while I continued to play out my theories.

She sobbed the entire bloody time.

Eventually I snapped and had her by the shoulders, holding her up so she couldn't reach the ground. Elena was whining to no end and Stefan was letting his emotions get the better of him but I ignored them as my eyes locked onto Y/n's watery ones.

"I will hurt you if you don't stop" I murmured, my voice purposely quiet so the others wouldn't hear our exchange. Unfortunately she still didn't shut up and my grip got tighter until she was surely bruising. I watched as she bit her tongue in an attempt to stop a cry leaving her and I slowly softened my hold as she choked and hiccuped her sounds down. I sat her back down on the floor and caressed her head gently "Don't run and don't speak" I ordered before turning back to the task at hand.

I caught sight of Rebekah who was already staring back at me with a small smirk playing on her lips. I brushed past her and told her to shut her mouth as I made my way to the ripper.

By the end of the evening Tyler was officially my first successful hybrid. And, as I had assumed, he was sired to me. I had Elena, Y/n and Rebekah in my car and we were on the way to the hospital. Rebekah had been trying to get Y/n to say something for five minutes now and I could tell my girl just wanted to be at home but she wouldn't be going there as of right now.

I pulled up outside of the hospital and told Rebekah to have the nurses take as much of Elena's blood as they could without her dying. Then I turned round to see Y/n looking back at me with wide eyes. I unclipped my belt and reached over my seat to reach her. A whimper of distress broke from her as I pulled her out of her seat and onto my lap. Her body was tense but she was smart enough not to pull away just yet.

I sighed and leaned back with her in my hold. She wouldn't understand how much I had needed that. My hand slid up along her arm, my eyes glancing to the already forming bruises from where I'd grabbed her. The deepening violet looked so beautiful against her skin, I stroked along it soothingly with a small hum.

"I do wish you hadn't been with that boy" I muttered and she sniffed. "What was his name?" I asked and she made a small sound of upset,

"Elliot" She whispered to me

"Elliot" I repeated, letting the bitterness of his name linger on my tongue, "What was so special about Elliot?"

"I dunno...he was nice" she sniffled and I let out a small chuckle

"Someone like you should never settle for 'nice' " I told her and she frowned making me feel the crease of her skin between her brows with my fingertip.

"What would I settle for if not nice?" she asked quietly making me smile and caress her cheek, not reacting to how she flinched at the contact.

"You'll learn to settle for me" I mumble "Even if it takes you a while to realise it. You'll love me." I tell her with a hum.

"Why?" she whispered and I tilted my head asking for her to say a little more. "Why do you want me to love you so bad?"

"Haven't you read my letters?" I questioned and she nodded "Perhaps you didn't read them properly. They should explain why." I answer and I know I'm right. I tell her a hundred different ways why I love her and why we shall be together, she just has to look for them.

One day she'll understand.

(This is gonna be a multiple part story from Klaus’s perspective. I just wanted to try out writing from his point of view. I’m aware that it needs more work but this is my first shot at it❤️)

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novemberthecatadmirer · 11 months

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One thing I always feel very important about the whole Maeglin selling out Gondolin for life & freedom matter is...

Morgoth promised him lordship and Idril AFTER Maeglin already told him about Gondolin’s location and defense secrets.

Yeah obviously the promise of power and Idril might be what kept him in line and continue to cooperate with Morgoth after returning to Gondolin (can be interpreted in various ways from “the world is ending better take care of my own desire” to “the world is ending better preserve what I can still save”)

But the lordship and Idril were NOT what directly caused the initial betrayal.

Here comes my dumb headcanon:

Maeglin initially cracked not because of anything related to Idril and Tuor.

He cracked because of the torture & what Turgon did to Hurin.

When Hurin came to seek help nearly three decades after his imprisonment, Turgon assumed Hurin was released because he sold out the location of Gondolin for freedom. Turgon was overwhelmed by this assumption and let emotions run over his own judgement (again). He directly told the eagle “my heart is shut,” and refused to take Hurin in.

Of course Turgon changed his mind after calming down. But it took too long; the night fell and the eagles could not find Hurin again. From Hurin’s pov he was abandoned by his friend (or even a father figure), and thus was driven to complete despair, crying out in pain, accidentally letting Morgoth know the general location of Gondolin.

I think it is rather possible that Maeglin knew of this, at the moment or later.

Then when he got captured by Morgoth and put through tortures, he would realize he was essentially in the role of Hurin.

Turgon did love Maeglin. But Maeglin knew Turgon treasured Hurin too. The king treasured Hurin enough to make an exception and let the brothers leave the city to return home. Probably after Unnumbered Tears Turgon also built statues in Gondolin honoring Hurin. But when Hurin actually showed up at door and seeked help? Turgon immediately grew suspicious and assumed that Hurin betrayed the city.

And Morgoth could even tell Maeglin what really happened to Hurin. How Hurin endured torture for 28 years without betraying Gondolin, but was viewed as traitor and abandoned by the king of Gondolin anyway. How Turgon became the last straw that break Hurin into leaking the location. How ultimately it was thanks to Turgon’s closed heart that Maeglin got captured.

In a word, I think what caused Maeglin’s betrayal was him realizing that

Morgoth could torture him forever

No one from Gondolin would come to save him (And other realms had fallen so there was really no hope)

Even he suffered forever to keep the secrets, it was expected and not appreciated by Gondolin

Even if he found a way to escape back to Gondolin, he might still be rejected/executed by Turgon because no one was allowed to lead danger to Gondolin (according to “of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin”)

Morgoth already knew the general location, no matter he cope or not Gondolin would eventually be found. And then Turgon would believe it was him that betrayed Gondolin anyway.

So yeah.

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I just think Turgon rejecting Hurin should has more long term damages than letting Morgoth knew the general location of Gondolin (which was already very bad).

It was something that could send out all the wrong messages and greatly damage the morale. I always imagine the event was kept as a secret, and even most of the lords did not know about the matter.

I think Tuor absolutely was kept out of it and he never knew he was so close to meeting his uncle until after the Fall.

Idril probably knew it, and helped to keep the secret from Tuor, and felt guilty. And that was one of the crucial moments that made she further distrust Turgon’s judgement. (I want all the “my father did an evil thing and I am helping him to keep it as a secret” angst)

Maeglin... Actually fought the losing war along with Hurin and Huor and was there when they sacrificed themselves to help troop of Gondolin escape. IDK I think that’s another “silently pondering in horror” moment for him. And he kept thinking about it, and kept trying to not thinking about it, until Morgoth forced him to think.

#tolkien #The Silmarillion #silmarillion #silm #maeglin #turgon #hurin #Gondolin #Fall of Gondolin #silm headcanon #silmarillion headcanon

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I'll Leave a Light On For You

Fandom: Bloodsucking Bastards / Max Phillips

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader

Reader: Adult female. No other physical descriptors; no use of y/n. (There is a little description, but it’s still you. Believe me, it will make sense. We’re dealing with the supernatural here.)

Rating: T.

Warnings: Angst. Character death. Allusions to the atrocities of war and its lasting effects. Max is a vampire. Traumatic soul memory. Me assuming I know anything about French culture of the 1930s.

Summary: Max has reservations when it comes to love, and for very good reasons.

A/N: This is my entry for the @pedrostories Secret Santa event. While I played one selfish card in my hand and wrote something of a companion to Light Only Shows You Where the Shadows Are, this can still be read as a standalone.

To my giftee, the amazing and wonderful @artemiseamoon : First of all, I admire you so much and I was really nervous to write for you. But I looked among your generous prompt choices (omgs thank you for so many good choices) and was surprised to find Max as an option. I wasn’t going to choose him at first but then my eye caught “past lives” and something in me zinged. Soul mates, angsty romance, second chance at love… and I’ve been itching to write an angsty Max. I know you are a fan of soft and whump, so all those elements had a party in my heart and here we are. I really hope you’re having a nice holiday and a good time off. Happy Secret Santa, Arte. <3

What we’ve been told is that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

That’s almost correct.

The truth is…it’s not just your current life.

It’s all of them.

Max hardly remembers the fear, the pain, the cold of his draining. Even though he knew what was coming, bought into the cult, the human instinct of fight or flight is hard to dismiss no matter how well they’ve been prepped and it was to be expected. But it was a flash in the pan and once he came around to the undead side of things, those pesky human responses were all quickly forgotten.

For a time. Until he saw your light and–

Anyway. Human instincts. Pffft. Adorable. Trading the constant possibility of fear for that of glee, of rapture, of delight? Human instincts are trash. Not to mention their senses, poor suckers. The things they can’t see can’t hear can’t smell can’t taste? Tragic.

If only the feelings weren’t heightened too. It makes some things–some people–hard to ignore–

Feelings were something he could also have done without in his human life–the latest one anyway–and did whatever he could do to avoid.

It wasn’t until he died that he understood why.

As the life drained out of him and the delirium set in, there was a rushing sound, a pull through his soul like the drag of blood from his body, and he was laying, feeble, wailing, bloody and naked among the limbs of his mother.

But not the mother he so recently remembered, the one that showed her approval only when he provided her with some accomplishment worthy of crowing about to her society friends. No, this one was gentle, kind, held him and sang to him, lived her life for him until she died of fever when he was only five years old.

Max saw it all, from within himself and without, remembered the pull of his heart and watched the tears fall down his little face as they nailed his mother’s body in a pine box and put it in a hole at the top of a hill under a tree.

He always imagined he heard her singing to him in the grasses after that.

The world welcomed a new century, and not long afterward, he was a young man, looking to take over his father’s wine fields. But the chance was stolen when an archduke was shot. Max–Pierre, as he was called then–and all of the close friends and cousins he had were thrust into a great war.

He was the only one to walk out of the fray. And when he came home, he found his father’s fields had been burned and that nothing remained.

That was a dark time. Ten years of looking back rather than looking forward. Ten years–it went by so fast–while he watched the world around him try to repair itself and find its footing again, not realizing that the roots of evil still grew beneath the soil.

He kept his head down and his hands working wherever he could.

But then he met a woman.

And she was Pierre’s life. Max’s life. Before he was Max.

It happened in the winter, just before Noël. And her name was Yaëlle.

Max remembered that before she even told him as he watched the story of this strange old life.

Yaëlle. It means “beautiful one.”

“It also means ‘goat,’” she’d said. “That seems more fitting.” She never thought of herself pretty, and perhaps she wasn’t fashionable and maybe she was stronger than she was dainty, with a weak chin and curly dark hair she couldn’t control. But the light in her eyes when she laughed–and what a laugh, like a little bird–the sway of her hips and the confidence in her carriage, her air of easy care and comfort caught his heart like a surly bear in the prettiest trap.

She’d simply been passing through the marché de Noēl, looking but not stopping, taking the kerchief off her head so the snow could land in her curls, when a child approached her selling buns in the shape of a cross and she gave the child a franc before sitting down at the statue of some cardinal or other in the center of the square.

She could have sat on any of the other benches, but she chose to plonk down next to Max. Next to Pierre.

“You want this?” she asked, offering the bun. “Not really my thing.”

How could she have known he was hungry? That he was lonely? That he was facing the market rather than the river because he was trying not to succumb to his inclinations, a pull to walk out onto the thin ice and let himself be taken by the stream?

He was instantly entranced by her. He felt himself smiling. Something shifted within. A destiny.

“You sure?” he asked.

She peered at him, scrutinized his whole self like she could see a glow around him and was looking for its source.

She found it in his eyes.

“Absolutely. I already ate three hand pies today. The last thing I need is more bread.”

He laughed for the first time in a long while. They talked. He ate.

On Christmas Eve when everyone was at the evening’s mass, she was there again, sitting alone, and this time it was he who had hot food and came to join her on the bench while the night was silent and cold and the stars were twinkling.

It was then that he learned why she was not in church–her folk did not observe Noēl. And she learned why he was not in church–he had lost his faith, that everyone he had ever loved was taken and there were not enough candles in the sanctuary to light for all of them.

“What if I lit one?” she’d asked.

“Who would you light it for?”

“For you. So you don’t have to sit in the dark.” When he was only silent, she said, “You fought in the Great War, didn’t you.” And when he looked away–when he shut her out–she continued. “My husband fought in that war. And he never could find his heart again. He said he loved me, but I don’t think he ever really did, not all the way. But I loved him all the way and when he put an end to his own life I thought I would have to do it too. Instead, I sat in the dark for a long time. It’s something I can see in a person. I can see you’re sitting in the dark.”

They stayed quiet for a time on the bench under the statue of the cardinal and when the church bells started to toll–signaling the magic of the empty square would soon be disrupted by the mass emptying into its streets–she stood and pulled her coat around her.

“My home is down that street, a little one with a red roof. It’s warm and I’ve plenty of hand pies--I made too many. I’ll leave a candle in the window until I’m asleep. You’re always welcome there, Max.”

And then she smiled and turned down the avenue where she’d pointed.

He blinked. Just before she reached the edge of the square he called out, “My name isn’t Max. It’s Pierre.”

She turned and gave a sly wink. “Good to know. I think once you get a belly full of my pies, you’ll let me call you whatever I want.”

He only sat long enough to watch the churchgoers file out of the holy service, many of them with people they loved, humming, happy, cheeks glowing in that way when one steps into a fresh cold world after being an hour or two soaking in the warmth. And once the square was empty again, he stood, gave only a fleeting look to the river, and then walked resolutely down Yaëlle’s street.

A little house with a red roof and a candle in the window.

He stayed for supper and came back many nights after.

And then one night he never left.

Max recalled the rest of that life with a lurking despair. While he couldn’t quite remember how it went, something in him carried it through to the life he’d just left…and he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was yet.

A few years of joy, of the greatest love he’d felt since his childhood. Like the mother he’d lost, another woman who was gentle, kind, held him and sang to him, lived her life for him until she couldn’t anymore.

They never celebrated Noël as the others did, but in their own way. For a handful of years they would go sit on the bench in the square and hand out pies to their neighbors and anyone who came to join them where they sat. They would listen to the singing in the church and watch the stars scintillate overhead. They would leave their shoes by the fireplace and wake up to find gifts they’d bought for each other with the little francs that they had. And they would never talk about what they would do in the future, because they knew it would be this and that’s all they aspired to and it would be a happy life.

And Max watched Pierre forget about the rot that still ran its roots through the soil.

And one day soldiers came to town when he was out in the fields and they took Yaëlle and some of the other dark-haired, joyful, bird-laughing folk about town and murdered them. By the time he returned for the evening, the soldiers had gone and left him nothing but a ravaged house and a body to bury.

There’s nothing he could have done, the mourning neighbors told him, the tide was rising. If he had fought them, they would have shot him too.

Pierre said that it would have been better that way.

Pierre stopped working in the fields when he started to hear his mother’s voice singing among the grasses again…now joined by Yaëlle’s sweet alto.

He had one more Noël in that life. He drank as much as he could take without falling over and stumbled out to sit on the bench in the square, weeping once the churchgoers had gone. He didn’t say a word, but Max remembered what Pierre was thinking then.

Love hurts too much. It is always taken. It’s not worth the trouble.

And then Pierre fell asleep on that bench and never woke up again.

There wasn’t much time between that first life and this one, maybe a few decades in the dark. Just long enough for a voice to reach him in the void–a voice he knew well and loved with his whole heart for only a short time–to say,

“That was a good first try, Max. Let’s give it another go, okay? Another place, another time, when it’s not so hard. I’ll leave a light on for you.”

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Max’s life had been shorter this time. But he’d learned a thing or two and kept love at arm’s length. Sex was good and companionship was fine, but he wouldn’t invest in anything that could drain him in an instant and leave him destitute.

Now power, that could fill the void.

So when fortune smiled and he was given the choice, he swallowed hard and put his neck to the teeth, traded in his humanity for power that nobody could take away from him…and a heart that had no need for warmth.

He was wrong about that last point though.

And he didn’t even know it until he saw something that humans couldn’t see.

Heard something they couldn’t hear, a long ago and far away voice singing.

Smelled you on the wind.

Followed it to you–a woman, just another human woman–walking out of a bar along some street in the city.

And he saw a light glowing from within you.

You wore another face, another body, but all he saw was you.

Yaëlle.

Beautiful one.

He followed you that night, and several nights after. He was the reason that car swerved before it hit you, the reason you weren’t approached by that seedy guy at the club. He was the reason you kept looking behind you now and then and when you finally saw him–having dinner at the same restaurant, totally by coincidence, you on a friendly outing, him trying to charm a client into a contract–it broke his heart that you did not know him instantly.

He found he was surprised that he still had a heart to break. He’d been so fucking careful.

Max almost gave into the anger, the disappointment. Replayed the pathetic way Pierre let himself be brought down and tried to remind himself not to let himself be broken again.

But then he heard your voice in a way only those who walk in death can.

Let’s give it another go. I’ll leave a light on for you.

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Heightened feeling is the one drawback of all this power. It’s one thing to latch onto a target, to fixate on some middle manager or accountant or IT specialist until there’s a good time to finally strike. That is an itch that can be satisfied with a well-timed, fear-seasoned, adrenaline-soaked kill.

But love sinks its fangs in and doesn’t let go. It sucks at something that can’t be drained, has no end, can never get enough. It can drive an immortal--a never-ending being of heightened existence--to madness.

There will come a day in the future when you’ll trust him for no good reason, when you’ll understand the monster he is and whisper under your breath against your better judgment, when you’ll invite him in. For dinner.

And he’ll come around again and again.

And then one day, he’ll stay.

And you’ll yawn ask him on the edge of sleep, “Why me? Of all these humans that you could easily enthrall and have without question, why choose this?”

Max will look at you in the darkness and see nothing but your light.

You won’t understand when he puts on a show of an irritated sigh and tells you, “You gave me another chance, sweetmeats,” but you’ll doze in his cold arms, absolutely confident as he is that nothing will ever hurt you again. Including himself.

And that night he’ll stay until you wake.

He won’t have you sit in the darkness alone.

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turvi · 4 months

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Hi beautifulll! Could you write a piece were student reader x professor Severus are in long secret relationship - and imagine Harry and reader are in the great hall during lunch talking to each other in hushed voices etc trying to not make too much of a fuss but you can tell something is wrong, which Severus notices. And then Harry gets up and storms out of the hall with reader running to follow. Later they both end up coming in late to their Potions class, to which Severus just eyes them weirdly before taking points away ofc. Anyway after the class is over he asks reader to stay back and asks her what’s going on. She doesn’t tell and then says that Harry confessed he likes her. Severus gets upset and makes a comment about the potter boys always taking his loved ones any from him before reader comforts him and then it’s just pure fluff of them both comforting one another :) sorry ik it’s long was just ranting my thoughts out!

Severus loathed this feeling. His grip tightened around his quill as he saw Y/n laughing with Harry. Y/n’s laughter used to sound like honey in his ears when he was the reason she laughed but now it pricked his heart how that dunderhead was making his girl laugh. Severus hated how beautiful she looked as she smiled at Harry. He wanted to be the only one who saw her smile like that.

His brows furrowed deeper when he saw Harry whisper in Y/n’s ear. The voices in the Great Hall faded and he felt a tinge in his chest as he saw them leave the Great Hall. Severus felt a sense of deja vu. This was how he had started to lose Lily. This is how he will lose Y/n. He will no longer feel her soft fingers on his skin, he will no longer see her looking at him in so much love, and he will no longer hear her humming as he slowly falls asleep.

Severus got up abruptly and went to the Potions classroom even though he had 30 minutes for the next class. He couldn’t be in front of so many people while his heart was breaking with mere thoughts of Y/n being with Harry. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realise when the students came in. He cleared his throat and started looking for her as everyone settled. There was no sign of Harry or Y/n. That was it. He had lost her.

He was about to turn his back when he saw the door open and Y/n and Harry entering the classroom. Severus noticed how she avoided his gaze, looking everywhere but at him. His booming voice made everyone jump. “30 points each from Gryffindor.” He didn’t bother speaking much and turned his attention to teaching the class ignoring his heartache as he saw Harry glancing at Y/n now and then.

Severus was so involved in his thoughts that he didn’t realise the minutes passed and the class was over. He held back his scoff as he saw the students hurriedly collecting their belongings in their bags. As usual, his onyx eyes found Y/n, he walked closer to her desk “Miss L/n stay back…we need to have a conversation about your…performance” he demanded and Y/n felt a shiver down her spine. She felt her throat dry when she saw his cold gaze on her.

As soon as the last student left Severus put his palms on her desk. “Why were you late L/n?” Y/n felt her heart clench as she heard him say her last name with such coldness…as if she didn’t mean anything to him.

She took a shuddered breath and finally spoke up, “Harry…he…he said he…he….has a crush on…me” Y/n noticed him clenching his jaw and immediately cupped his cheek. Her touch brought Severus out of his rage daze.

“These buffoon Potter boys are always trying to take my love away from me” Severus huffed and started picking his nails. Y/n gently placed her hand in his, kissing the back of his hand.

“But he didn’t Severus,” she spoke so softly it immediately eased his heart, as if he didn’t need to hear anything else, “Harry can’t take me away from you…not when I am so stubborn and so terribly in love with you that I am willing to stand by you no matter how rough life gets for us.”

Us. That was a word Severus had barely heard. Any sense of family was lost for him when he lost Lily but now when he looks into Y/n’s eyes and can feel her hand in his, he feels complete. Severus couldn’t help but smile at the idea of having someone being there for him, someone he could rely on.

Before tears could leave his eyes he placed his forehead on hers, closing his eyes. Enjoying her presence, the feeling of her breath made him feel like someone had now wrapped a warm blanket around him to save him from the harsh cold.

“No words can explain how thankful I am for your presence” he couldn’t keep his hands back from touching her, her smile only encouraging him more. “I am so terribly in love with you too.”

Her giggles warmed him up more, his heart beating wildly in his chest as she peppered kisses all over his face.

A/N: I apologise for the long delay (I got this request in July eshh.) too much happened this year and now I am back feeling fresh after a hectic few months. Again so sorry for the delay I have so many more stories and I will post them soon. <3

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So Clueless || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - I do want to add to your plate if you don't mind 😬 can I request a hotch x younger!reader fic where it's years after WITSEC and his retirement and he's remarried to someone younger he met at his new, normal person job... Read Rest Here

A/N: I'm back!! Loved writing this one so much! Hope you guys enjoy :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 3.8k+

You never planned to change your last name if you ever got married. You came through on that plan after falling in love and marrying Aaron Hotchner. He, in his early fifties, and you, a little younger than that, fell in love quickly after meeting at work when he started there almost ten years prior. You were a zookeeper and Aaron was your area manager, the rest was quite literally history.

The two of you hid the secret relationship until he was moved elsewhere in the zoo finally allowing you to come out with it. Dating turned to an engagement turned to marriage. You became Jack’s, now 17, stepmom and brought in his younger brother, Riley who just turned 9, and sister, Madison who was 7, not too long after the two of you tied the knot. Weeks turned to months turned to years and you loved your life, you really did. But the kids were getting older, and you needed a bit of a challenge. Aaron joked about you joining the FBI and the idea stuck. You weren’t a profiler, no, but you would make a damn good communications liaison. You’d basically become that for the zoo you were working at anyway. Your position of zookeeper gradually shifted to communications lead throughout the park.

Your plan was put on hold until one fateful afternoon when you saw the elusive job posting come through to your inbox. You just kept rereading the job posting before making sure your resume was up to date. You wanted to apply but decided to wait for Aaron to make sure it looked as good as possible. He worked there for years, he had to have some tricks up his sleeve.

It wasn’t a few hours later that all three of your children and Aaron came bounding through the front door off to do whatever they had planned. You’d always offered to pick the kids up from their various sports practices after work, but Aaron often refused, he wanted to spend the time with them. You could only imagine how guilty he felt about missing out on Jacks start of life. He refused to miss out on any of Riley’s or Maddie’s.

“Sweetheart.” Aaron kissed your cheek as you finished putting dishes in the dishwasher.

“Hi hon.” You hugged his side pulling him into your embrace, “How was your day?” Laying your head on his chest you looked up to him with all the love in your eyes.

“Pretty uneventful. Mandy and Anthony were at each other’s necks again. The animals behaved better than people, the usual.” He hugged you back brushing a few strands of stray hair from your eyeline.

This was his favorite part of the day, spending time with you. The fact that he knew he got to come home to you warmed his heart. Too often before he spent time in hotel rooms instead of his own bed. Oh, how he loved his own bed.

You grinned, “They just need to hook up already. For everybody’s sanity’s sake.”

“Y/N!” He laughed squeezing your side.

You pulled away from him shrugging, “What? You know they only bicker like that for one reason. They both need to just need to get it over with. I think Tammy said she was going to kill one of them sooner or later if they don’t shut the hell up. Her words, not mine.” You pulled a beer out of the fridge handing it to him. It was a Friday night, neither of you had any commitments in the morning, why not get your husband a little tipsy?

He took it from you, happily, “Cheers.”

You clinked glasses with him giving him nothing but a happy smile.

“Anything we’re drinking for something?” He raised an eyebrow, surely profiling you.

Letting your head nod up and down you laughed softly, “How do you always know?”

He smiled walking closer to you, “It was once my job to notice.” He pulled you back into his embrace by looping a finger through your jean belt loop, pulling you right towards him.

“Speaking of that.” You leaned your chin on his chest looking up at him with a smile. You didn’t miss his eyebrow raise in curiosity, “Job opening just came through.” Handing him your phone you waited for him to say something, anything. He knew how hard you’d been working to set yourself up as the most desirable candidate. Often going to lectures and seminars. Inserting yourself in the world you were so far away from. Going to go get a criminal communications degree at the FBI’s favorite school, Georgetown. You wanted more, needed more than what you were stuck doing.

He nodded giving you another once over, “Honey are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” You smiled, “I finally graduated with my criminal communications degree. I’ve outgrown my position at the zoo. I think it’s perfect timing Aaron.”

“Okay sweetheart. Let’s go get that resume cleaned up.” He reached for your hand ready to get down to business. He’d do anything for you, and this was what you wanted so that made it what he wanted too.

You weren’t sure how much Aaron had helped but you knew it had to be more than he was admitting to. He claimed he simply gave Prentiss and Strauss a call to put in a good word. You knew it was more than that when you got the compensation offer for far more than you’d discussed. You weren’t going to question it though. Your mom always told you never to look a gift horse in the mouth.

You’d have assumed Aaron had told somebody of your relation to him. That assumption was soon to be proven untrue when you met the infamous BAU Unit Chief Emily Prentiss from all of Aaron’s stories who was clearly trying to figure you out. When she asked you, “Are you married?” You knew she hadn’t a clue who you were. This was so Aaron to keep his two lives completely separated. A little heads up would’ve been nice though.

“I am. I have a stepson and two kids with him.” You smiled wondering how long you could play this game until they figured it out.

Emily smiled pressing the elevator button going up, “What are their names?” She was just being friendly. Knowing she was childfree for good reason.

You knew it wouldn’t give you away in the slightest, but it gave you the slightest thrill to speak his name out loud, “Jack is my stepson. Riley and Maddie are my younger two.” You pulled out a picture that strategically hid the younger Hotchner’s face showing it to Emily.

“They’re adorable.” She handed the phone back to you.

“Do you have any?” You asked knowing the answer. It felt odd knowing everything about her, yet she hadn’t a clue who you were. But you had to play stupid, or you’d make it pretty obvious something was up.

She shook her head, “No. But I have six agents that act like it sometimes.” She shot you a wink letting you get out of the elevator first. You got along great with the team after quickly recognizing JJ, Spencer, Morgan, and Penelope from Aaron’s pictures. Playing dumb was getting harder and harder throughout the day when you let it slip that your husband’s name was Aaron and that his son Jack had just gotten his license in a story you were retelling. Something they had just been told by him not that long ago. Surprisingly nobody picked up on anything, not that you could tell anyway. You weren’t a profiler but being married to one had you pick up on the small things that people normally glossed over.

When you got home that night you had Aaron howling with laughter after you detailed the day and how his old team didn’t seem to have a clue that you were in fact his wife of nearly ten years now.

“Don’t tell them. Let’s see how long it takes.” He cupped your face in his hands brushing his thumbs over your lips softly, waiting for your response.

A slight nod in his hands, “Any reason?” You asked, all too curious.

He shook his head, “Let’s see how well I trained them.” He laughed again. You joined in finding his joy more than contagious. More often than not he was in an incredible mood finding any and every reason to make you smile.

“They’re not doing so well Agent Hotchner.” You baited him. Taking a step back with a silly little smirk you watched his reaction.

He threw his hands up, “it’s only been a day sweetheart. Give them a week or two.”

“That’s a deal.” You grinned pulling his waist in for a quick kiss on the lips. Grinning when you felt him smile into the kiss. You felt those similar butterflies you always got from him. How he managed to make you swoon all these years later was beyond your wildest dreams.

They in fact did not figure it out within a week or two. It had been a month now since you started working with the BAU at the FBI and they had yet to even piece two and two together. You’d given them your whole life story minus pictures. The only good excuse you had was that you were private. It worked though. Nobody pried. You provided the same courtesy to them too. Only digging as far as they’d let you.

Aaron had even gotten his longtime friend and colleague, the one you’d actually met, Rossi to play the game. He stopped by the offices every now and then to help the team when they were in town. Retirement was great but even he had to admit he was terribly bored. He claimed he needed to keep his brain from going mushy, so he had to help on cases.

He was having all too much fun testing the team, “Y/N.” He called bringing you back to the present and away from your mind.

“Yes, Rossi?” You looked up from the stack of paperwork you were powering through, definitely your least favorite thing about the job.

“How’s your husband doing? Haven’t talked with him in a while.” He smirked knowing only you could see his face.

He wasn’t technically lying. Aaron and Dave normally spoke almost daily. They’d been missing each other this week though, “He’d good. Said he’s looking forward to seeing you and Pat this weekend.”

Morgan frowned interrupting the conversation between the two of you, “You know her husband?”

Had somebody finally started picking up on it? How was Rossi going to talk his way out of this one?

Rossi nodded, “Oh yeah, we go back years. Friends for a long time. It’s a small world.”

Derek nodded trying to get a better read on the situation, “They’ve known each other longer than we have.” You smiled. If the team hadn’t been so overloaded he might’ve picked up on it. But he simply nodded turning back to his massive pile of bullshit he had to get done before he could leave.

“That was close.” You whispered earning a soft chuckle from the older man.

“I’ll see you later Y/N.”

You waved, “See you Dave.”

“Small world? Huh?” Derek looked back up giving you a side eye almost as if he didn’t fully believe your story.

“Incredibly small.” You confirmed.

If he knew he didn’t say a word. It wouldn’t be that hard to hide if they did any sort of digging, which you were sure Penny had already done. Why she hadn’t told the whole team was a mystery unto itself. There wasn’t a chance she didn’t do a deep dive on you for Strauss before the FBI hired you. Maybe Aaron had gotten to her before you did?

You only laughed when you saw Rossi’s old pickup truck siting in your driveway as you pulled in after working later into the night. To your delight the house was quiet leading you to believe the kids were elsewhere for the weekend. Aaron always had a plan, always. Something you’d grown to love very deeply. He could take charge of any and every situation no matter how big or small.

“David, I thought you said you’d be over Sunday. Not that I’m not happy you’re here.” You grinned setting your work bag down by the kitchen island.

“That was the plan until this afternoon. Aaron needed to know how his team is missing every sign.” David poured you a glass of the chilled Pinot Grigio he brought over.

“They are busy Rossi, be nice.” You took a long sit of the cool wine.

Rossi smiled, “We have to send in the big guns Monday Aaron. Jack has to come in. Bring in Y/N’s lunch or something.”

“That’ll give it away.” You grinned setting the glass down.

He shrugged, “They’ll never figure it out at this rate.”

Aaron sighed, “I’ve got to admit. I’m a little disappointed.” The smile on his face betrayed his words though. He loved every second of this. And with Jack being off for the summer he didn’t see why he couldn’t conveniently drive him in to drop off his mom’s lunch.

The plan sprang to life when Monday rolled around. You couldn’t believe Derek had gotten up almost the second that Jack walked out of the elevator. Waving him over you didn’t notice any of your teammates watching. Unreal, what were the odds of that.

He’d almost gotten in and out unspotted, or so you thought, before Derek walked back over spotting the now grown Hotchner.

“Hey kid! What are you doing here? You grew another three inches since the last time we saw you a few months ago.” Derek roughed the teen’s hair up. You only grinned sitting in your seat, somehow he’d missed the entire interaction between the two of you.

“Just dropping off my mom’s lunch.” Jack smiled knowing what game he had to play too. The Hotchner boys were having way too much fun with all of this.

“She works here?” Derek asked, surprise evident in his voice. He didn’t suspect a thing.

“She does.” He didn’t elaborate any further knowing he’d give the whole gig up if he did, careful not to look back at you.

You watched as Derek tried to figure out who the hell it could be. Obviously it had to be somebody on the floor. It wouldn’t be long before he put it all together now, “Well I hope that means we’ll see you some more kid.”

He nodded, “When I’m not in school. See you later Derek.”

“See you Y/N.” He waved making sure not to blow his cover.

“Bye Jack.” You winked at him making sure Derek couldn’t see, “I’ll see you later.”

When you looked back over at Derek he was staring right at you, “Sweet kid.”

He nodded confirming what you had just said. Curiosity got the better of him as he asked, “Did you see who his mom was?” Missing the fact that Jack just said bye to you and knew your name.

You shook your head, “Afraid not.”

“Interesting.” He kept looking at you. Then to the lunch that was sitting at your desk then back at you. He had to know. He was far too smart not too. But he didn’t say a word.

Raising an eyebrow, you knew he was so close to connecting the dots, “What is?” Giving him a sweet smile trying your best to play it off.

“Hotchner’s kid being here. Last thing I expected to see today.” He sat down at his desk across from yours.

You bobbed your head along, “Old boss?”

Derek hummed turning back to his paperwork letting you know he was getting back to work. How he hadn’t gotten it yet was a little surprising to you but being bogged down with so much work probably did have something to do with it. You didn’t see Spencer sitting there at his own desk across the aisle listening in very closely. He did see Jack come right up to you handing you a brown paper bag before making a beeline to Rossi’s office. It didn’t take him more than two seconds after that to realize you were his old boss’s wife. How could he not have seen it? Sure, you didn’t take his last name, but he still should’ve put it together. You weren’t shy about using his and Jack’s names.

Spencer let out an audible sigh once he realized deciding to keep his mouth shut. It was clearly a game at this point. How long would it take the rest of the team to notice?

You smiled looking at the team photos on the wall in the conference room. It was fun to see Aaron in his element outside of what he does now. It was hard to believe he was so serious and rigid. So different than the carefree man he was now. The one he was allowed to be after taking the retirement deal Strauss offered him all those years ago.

“That was is 2009. We were all pretty new to the team back then. Minus Hotch and Rossi.” Spencer’s voice spoke from beside you. That drew your eyes away from your young husband and back towards him.

“You all look like babies.” You laughed scanning over the much younger faces of the team members.

Spencer smiled, “I’d like to say we were naïve too, but we were years into it at that point. We’d seen it all, how awful humanity could be.”

You couldn’t fully understand Aaron’s stories until you had gotten here. This team truly saw the worst of the worst and stories only told you so much. In just your month here you fully understood. You got why he cautioned you. You could certainly handle it. It didn’t make it any easier though.

“Yeah, at least you had each other right?” You asked.

“Couldn’t have done it without them.” He turned pointing towards Aaron, “Without him. He did a lot for us. Miss him a lot sometimes.”

“He’s handsome.” You grinned not thinking Spencer had a clue of his relation to you.

He ignored you asking his own question, “Did you change your last name when you got married?”

You shook your head quickly, “No, too much of a hassle now a days. My friend got into a legal nightmare with taxes when everything didn’t switch over properly.”

He laughed softly enjoying your rambling, “What’s his last name then. Aaron what? Don’t think you ever told us, Y/N.” He leaned back on the wall grinning like a little Cheshire cat.

Busted. He had to have known. Do you tell him? Might as well, “Hotchner.” You bit your cheek to hide the little smile that was threatening to spill over.

He clapped his hands together, “I knew it.”

“Course you figured it out.” You laughed seeing the excitement of being right cross his face, “What gave it away?”

“Jack dropping off your lunch.” He scratched the back of his head, “It’s a little embarrassing I didn’t figure that out sooner.”

You shrugged, “It’s not like I’ve met you before. Plus, we’re more than a little busy here.”

“Is that why we didn’t get an invite to the wedding? He wanted to hide that side of his life away?” A flash of what looked like hurt crossed his face before a neutral expression took over.

You shook your head quickly, “Our parents didn’t even get an invite. It was just me, Jack, and Aaron.” You bumped your hip against his trying your best to reassure him.

Relief washed over, “Small wedding.”

You laughed, “Very intimate. We’d both already done the big fancy weddings. We wanted to make it just about us. It was incredible.” You admitted to him. Divulging another aspect of your life to him that had yet to come up. You’d gotten married and divorced. Married far too young with no plan didn’t make for a very loving and lasting relationship.

“Wait.” Derek’s booming voice came from the entrance of the conference room, “You’re married to Hotch?”

You spun around on your heal facing Derek and the team behind him with equally confused expressions, “Guilty as charged.” You smiled at them. You had to start laughing seeing all their expressions go from confusion to recognition to acceptance.

“Finally!” Penny let out a rather large sigh of relief, “I’ve been hiding that for far too long.” She shot you a wink.

Derek cocked his head to the side, “Why didn’t you say something baby girl?”

You spoke up for her knowing he was about to try and guilt trip her, “It was Aaron’s idea. Rossi and I just played along. Penny’s good at keeping secrets.” You returned her wink noting Rossi’s absence. He’d be so annoyed he missed this.

Derek’s jaw looked like it was about to hit the floor, “Well I guess it’s nice to formally meet you Mrs. Hotchner.”

Shaking your head you responded with a big cheesy grin on your own face, “He thinks he failed you all at this rate. We had a bet that you’d get it within two weeks. He took the under.”

“Don’t look so smug Hotchner lite.” He took two fingers and pointed them right at you.

The entire room erupted at that one, “Hotchner lite. I like that one.” You answered him once all the laughter died down.

“Alright,” Emily commanded the attention back from the room, “Hotch owes us all a round after pulling that little stunt.”

“That he does.” You agreed, “He said your all invited over once you figure it out. Consider this the formal invitation.” The team agreed before the day started and the case was given. Fortunately, the case was local.

When you got home late that night you found your husband quickly wrapping him in a big hug before spilling the details of your day. He stood there listening to every word like it could be your last. Just another thing you adored about him. He just made you feel so cherished and adored.

“Of course, it was Reid.” Aaron chuckled once you finished the story, “For as smart as they all are they can be so clueless sometimes.”

“That’s what I said!” You joined in the laughter with him as the two of you snuggled in on the couch. Neither of you making a move to turn on the TV, just enjoying each other’s presence. Leaning your head down on his chest your eyes drifted shut listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I love you sweetheart, get some sleep.” He ran his hands through your hair knowing that’d knock you right on out.

“Love you.” You mumbled before falling asleep on top of him, happier than ever with the way your life seemed to just fall into line.

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vanillanaps · 7 months

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Second Place | Dean Winchester

Request - Can I request an angsty spn imagine where Sam is in love with deans gf but she definitely only sees him as a friend/brother because she is head over heels for dean?

A/n - I normally don’t write about love triangles because I don't like them so this was definitely out of my area of expertise. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless and it's angsty enough for you!

Category - Dean Winchester x Reader, Angst

Warnings - Pinning on sams end, fluff for reader and dean, kind of told through sam's pov, my first dean\spn fic so be nice, not proof read as always, thamk :p

Word Count - 1.3k

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There was never a time in Sam’s life when he didn’t come second place to his brother. That just came with the territory of being the little brother to Dean Winchester. The man who could get anything, everything and whoever he wanted with just a single look. After a while, he didn’t mind it though. He accepted his fate and made peace with it, but the one thing he could never let go of was coming in second place to Dean when it came to You.

The three of you had been as thick as thieves growing up. Your father and John Winchester had been best friends and hunting buddies, so naturally the three of you were always together. Your father would leave you with Sam and Dean as he and John went off hunting for the night. You being older than Sam, yet younger than Dean, naturally you clicked with Sam a little more during the young stages. Preferring to hang with him as Dean had grown more off putting and to himself, that's when Sam’s crush started on you. He loved that you were the one person who put him above Dean.

It was movie night? You’d choose to sit next to Sam and share your snacks with him. Long car rides in the back of the impala? Naturally, your head would fall over onto Sam’s shoulder as you slept. Starting new schools together? You’d cling more to Sam’s side as you were shy and nervous. Feeling as if he’d be the one to shun you from all those wondering eyes. Never once did Sam have the courage to speak up about his feelings towards you. Assuming that if he did and you didn’t feel the same, your bond would be ruined and you wouldn’t be his best friend anymore. Maybe he could live with just knowing that you’d put him first–until you didn’t.

It was your 17th birthday when everything changed. It had just been the three of you, sitting at the small hotel table with a cake and candles Dean had stolen from a nearby grocery store. You had hoped that your dad and John had made it back in time to celebrate, but they didn’t. So Sam and Dean took it into their own hands to cheer you up. They sat and sang happy birthday to you, loudly and obnoxiously to get you to smile.

“Thanks guys.” You smiled softly. You gave Sam your usual best friend hug. Your arms wrapped around his waist and his arms went around your shoulders. Only lasting for a moment, he always wished they lasted longer. But then you went to hug Dean. Sam’s heart dropped at the small difference in the hug. It was your arms around his neck, and Dean’s arms around your waist. A small rock was added as Dean’s arms loosened and lowered a bit more than Sam preferred. He watched as Dean whispered something in your ear, causing you to smile and hide your face into his neck.

It was then that Sam knew he was once again placed second to Dean, in the one way he wished, he hoped, would never happen.

YEARS LATER

The hotel room was thrown open as the three of you walked into the door. Defeat written all over your faces. Tonight, a hunt went terribly wrong. The person you had been trying to save had ended up losing their life anyways. Of course you knew that you couldn't save everyone, but nonetheless did it bother you when the creatures of the night won.

“I’ll get the kit.” You mumbled, after making sure Dean had gotten to the bed. He had been hurt the worst tonight, throwing himself in the line of fire.

Sam sat on his bed, watching you move about the room gathering the supplies you needed to tend to Dean’s wounds. Sam was hurt too and he’d known you’d get to him eventually, but even all these years laters, he was wishing that he was first on your patch up list. He sat with envy in his eyes, as you worked on Dean’s wounds. Hating the hushed whispers between the two of you that he couldn’t hear. It should've been him making you laugh in your saddest moments. Truthfully, he held resentment towards Dean for taking his best friend, his life long crush from him without a second thought.

“Sam?” You called to him, pulling him from his thoughts, “You okay?”

Clearing his throat, he sat up and nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.”

You gave him a soft smile, sitting down in front of him, “ ‘Kay, let's clean that wound, yeah? I think you only need a butterfly band-aid.”

He nodded, letting you get to work on his small forehead wound that he could've cleaned himself, but he loved when you did it. He tried his hardest not to stare you in your face, but he couldn’t help but notice your beauty. Even with all the dirt and sweat on it from the previous couple hours. To Sam, you never have a bad day. To Sam, you were the most beautiful woman in the world and he was pissed that he missed his chance with you. Maybe, just maybe had he not let his thoughts get the best of him when he was younger, you’d be his and not his brothers.

“What’s on your mind, Sammy?” You asked him with concern laced in your voice.

Sam’s green eyes glanced around the room, Dean not in sight, before they met yours. Was this his chance? Would he be able to redeem himself and spill his true feelings to you? How would you feel? Did you feel the same? Would you leave Dean and be with him like he truly felt like should've been since day one?

“Y/n..” Sam started, his heart beating out of his chest as he was getting ready to spill his feelings out to you, “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for years.”

Your eyebrows jumped in curiosity, wondering what the hell Sam could have been keeping from you for years. Yet, as soon as Sam went to spill his guts, the hotel room door had opened again and Dean reentered the room.

“Got some more towels, we’ll need them.” He stopped in his tracks, looking over at the two of you, eyebrows furrowed, “Am I interruptin’?”

You looked back over at Sam, who now had an unreadable expression on his face, “Sam?”

His eyes shot back and forth between you and Dean before he swallowed his words, clearing his throat with the shake of his head, “No, no, I–uh, I was just gonna say thank you. For everything you do for me—and Dean.”

You smiled widely, “Oh, of course, Sammy. You’re like a little brother to me.”

At that moment, Sam could swear that he actually felt his heart shatter into pieces. Y/n’s words had crushed any hopes he had of her feeling the same about him. A brother, a little brother is what he’d always be to her.

He watched as she got up, making her way over to Dean, taking the towels from him, but not before she leaned up on her tippy-toes to give Dean a kiss. In Dean fashion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned into it, deepening the kiss as if it was the last time he’d kiss her. Pulling away the couple whispered a plethora of ‘i love you’ and ‘i love you more’ before Y/n wandered to the bathroom so she could be the first to wash tonight off of her.

“Yo,” Dean called, cracking open two beers and passing one to Sam, “You good?”

Forcing a thin smile on his face, he accepted the beer, taking a long swig of it, cringing at the stale taste of it, “I’m great.”

Sam Winchester, always coming in second place.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x fem!reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester angst #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x female reader #sam winchester fic #sam winchester imagine #spn fic

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Chapter I - Ever since my baby went away, it's been the blackest day.

Summary: Everything goes downhill once Kate hurts Rafe Cameron. Well, should've known better than to break the Kook's king heart. Now she'll have to pay with her loved ones life.

Warnings: 18+, dni if you're a minor, death mentions, murderer, horror, stalker themes, possessive behaviour, ghostface! rafe, slasher, smut, obsession, yandere

🎀 - kate is an original character but you can imagine yourself instead

Who wouldn't want the love of the richest local boy?

Thats what Rafe Cameron always thought. Any girl would fall for him, he could get whoever he wanted. But you can not control your heart, and love caught Rafe out of guard. The moment he met Kate, it was over.

She was a kook, just like him, and almost just as rich as him. But they were nothing like each other. She was all Rafe would never be; A calm, sweet, empathetic person.

They met at Country Club, she was all by herself and Rafe couldn't take his eyes off of her since she walked in. He never saw anything this beautiful before, he was drooling.

"You fine bro?" Topper asked, tapping his shoulder, but Rafe didn't bother answering. He was mesmerized, he had to talk to her or he would go fucking insane. Kelce said something about her being someone's else girl already, but Rafe was already on his way to approach her. Not that he would care anyway, he loved a competition.

He could smell her perfume the moment he came a bit closer, and it was the best fucking thing he ever felt... He was already addicted. He could tell it was a very expensive one, and by her clothes and manners, he could tell she was a kook, too. But where was she hiding all this time? He was more than sure he would have noticed her earlier.

"Hey" he sat beside you, his figure much taller and stronger, making him feel even more attracted. "Why haven't we met yet?"

She stared at him, smiling sweetly. "I don't know? You tell me!"

After that day, Rafe couldn't spend a day without calling Kate. He needed to see her, to have her. Always texting and calling, inviting her to go out, to be with him, he wanted her around every single day. They became inseparable, mostly because Rafe was really pushy and wouldn't let her breathe properly.

This was the first time he ever felt so in love, so infatued, so sick for someone.

They were both laying on his bed, cuddling and making out. Kate made clear that she wasn't ready for a relationship, and Rafe seemed to be ok with that. They were still getting to know each other, but with benefits. They haven't got intimate yet, and that was the next step Rafe was willing to take further. He wanted it so bad that he was almost allucinating.

Things were heating up, Rafe was on top of her, grinding like crazy while unbuttoning her shirt and running his hands through the parts of her body he was craving so bad, when she suddenly stopped.

"Rafe...I, there's this one thing i want to tell you"

He was confused, but worried. "Yeah? What's it princess?"

"I never done this before..."

It took him a few seconds to realize she was a virgin. Holy shit. He couldn't be more happy. Couldn't hide his smile.

"Really?"

"Yeah...I don't think i'm ready" She avoided his eyes, blushing. He grabbed her chin softly, making her stare at his eyes.

"Don't need to pressure yourself, sweet thing, i can wait for whenever you're ready. I'll be more than honored to be your first and last one."

Kate had a weird expression on her face, one that made Rafe's heart tighten a bit.

"Yeah...Thank you" she said, getting up "You know...I think i should get going."

"Kate." He touched her arm, making her stare at him "I mean it, seriously. I will wait, there's no rush"

She smiled slightly, but he could tell she felt awkward. He caressed her cheeks, and gave her a ride home.

The next day, she didn't answered any of his calls or texts, so he showed up at her house. Nothing.

Two, three, four...A whole week passed by. Nothing. He was going fucking mad, why was she avoiding him? What happened?

He was at Barry's place, snorting some coke, when Barry said "Chill out Country Club, i know it sucks seeing your girl fucking a pogue but it's not how you're gonna solve it" while chuckling.

What the fuck was he talking about? Was he on something?

"What? Wh- The hell are you talking about?"

Barry then stopped laughing and stared at Rafe, realizing he really was clueless about the situation.

"You didn't knew Kate and JJ are fucking now?"

#original character #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #dark fanfiction #dark rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #yandere concept #ghostface #stalker #slow burn

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writersblog20 · 2 years

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Moonlight and soft touches

Chris Evans x reader

Not my gif, creds to the maker!

Summary: When the heat gets too much and you weren’t able to sleep, you and Chris decided to go on a little adventure in the middle of the night and have a midnight swim to cool off. But you’ve never expected it to be this intimate.

Warnings: age-gap but appropriate, mention of chronic nightmares, quick mention of daddy issues, SOFTCHRIS, self-conscious and insecurity, SMUT, soft smut tho, a LOT of sexual tension! Sensual sex, neediness, public sex ( but nobody is around), sex in the water, P in V, fingering, no condom (zon’t zo it.) creampies, cum eating, eating you out, blowjob, deepthroat, doggystyle, very intimate and soft sex. It’s very sensual and romantic. Praise kink and probably more stuff but nothing too shocking

Words: 6K

A/N: Whoeh i'm feeling soft today💗💜🥵

Moonlight and soft touches

It was a extreme hot day and now night. Chris had stayed with you for a couple of days now, he was very good friends with your uncle and your uncle was his bodyguard. Normally he would stay at your uncles house but he had to get things done for his home so they both stayed for a while with you. Well, your uncle just left for the airport and would be gone for a couple of days.

Anyway, you were extremely shy around Chris and what seemed like every time, just flabbergasted. You lived alone in your mothers house, since she moved in with her boyfriend so that’s why your uncle came up to you and let’s be honest, some help for the house financially wasn’t very unwanted.

You were so tired but the heat in your room was just unbearable. You already had the fan at its highest but to no avail. You turned around once again, unable to lay still. Somehow, magically you finally fell asleep but in some sort of wake/nightmare state. It was very confusing but you weren’t sleeping very deep but still had a nightmare. You shot up straight in bed, now completely soaked in sweat and your heart pounding against your chest. You rubbed your face from the sweat and your pillow was damp. You looked at your phone and you hadn’t even been sleeping for an hour.

With a groan you let your head fall back into the warm pillow and stared at the ceiling, trying to regain your breath before getting out of bed, knowing that sleeping in your room wasn’t happening tonight. You walked down in your bikers shorts and a crop top, hearing voices from the tv. You took a glance towards your couch and your eyes were met with those of Chris while you got a glass out of your cabinets. “Hey” he said softly, apparently also unable to sleep.

“Hey” you told him back with a soft smile. You got some lemonade and walked towards the couch before letting yourself fall on it, Chris eyes still on you. “Can’t sleep either?” he asked you before looking lazily back at the tv. “No, or well, I was for over an hour but had a nightmare.” You told him and he looked back at you sympathetically. Every time he had asked you how you’ve slept you would answer with nightmares. “You have them a lot?” he asked you curious now.

“Eh yeah…. Since over a year I have them nonstop. Chronic nightmares, the doctor calls them. It’s really annoying.” You chuckled the last part a little awkwardly. “I can imagine.” He still looked at you surprised. “What about you?” you asked him and looked at him but quickly became shy again so looked away. “The heat.” He told you and chuckled, making you chuckle as well. “Yeah… it’s really bad.” Chris nodded.

You both got your attention towards the tv and there was something trashy on tv, probably ex on the beach or something and you looked surprised at Chris “Before you’re gonna say something, there wasn’t really anything else on tv.” He told you and you chuckled in response. You slouched more into the cushions, hoping that a bit of wind from the garden would come your way. Chris looked at you and checked you out. Once you noticed, you grew shy and flustered again. Chris noticed that you saw him checking you out and gave you a polite smile, trying to correct himself and you shot him a polite, shy smile back.

Both sweating your asses off and watching some tv wasn’t really working for your sleep. You were so incredibly tired but unable to get some rest and sleep and it was frustrating you to no end. You huffed and puffed trying, hoping to speed the process of falling asleep. Chris noticed your irritation of not getting any sleep which he gave hope up a couple of hours ago. “you okay?” he asked you, earning another huff from you. “I’m just so frustrated that I can’t get any fucking sleep right now even though I’m fucking exhausted” you couldn’t help but curse from absolute frustration and anger. Chris looked sympathetically at you and tried to give you a soft smile while you rubbed your temples in, once again, frustration.

“I could really go for a swim right now….” you told him nonchalant. Chris nodded and looked at the tv but wasn’t really watching the show. He was deep in thoughts before speaking up. “You’ve told me about that lake, where you and your friends go to in the summer…. Is that far from here?” he asked you. You looked with a wondering look at him. “No not really but you do have to go by car.” You told him and he nodded. “Okay…. Well I mean, I can drive. Do you want to go? Because honestly, I could go for a swim as well…” he told you with a smile, up for adventure and the impulsive thought did bring some excitement in your stomach.

I mean, going on a late night swim with The Chris Evans, where you can see his bare body in real life, showing his tatts while the full moon kissed his perfect skin and the intimate idea of only the two of you….. “Yeah, I’m in!” you told him. You and Chris stood up at the same time to get changed, gather your stuff, some drinks, snacks and put them in a cooler before putting everything in the jeep.

“You ready sweetheart?” Chris asked you and it was the first time that he gave you a nickname. You felt your heart flutter and nodded, completely full of excitement from this late night adventure, giving you the complete feeling of a summer vacation and not needed to do a thing. You happily got in the car and Chris immediately noticed the change in your mood and chuckled. “So I guess this is a good idea huh?” he told you more than asked. “Yeah, definitely.” You giggled and couldn’t wait to get there.

Chris opened the windows and drove off while listening to some music. You let your hand rest outside the car and you couldn’t feel more free and alive at this point, feeling completely aligned right now. Chris couldn’t stop smiling from your happiness as he let his hand rest on the side of the roof while driving relaxed with one hand on the steering wheel. He hid his fluffy hair underneath a ball cap and his abs showing underneath his t-shirt. You couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the man. You had a crush on him before you even met him and it only got worse when you did meet him, falling completely head over heels for him.

He looked at you with a bright smile, meeting your energy and you felt so many butterflies that you didn’t even knew it was possible and the excitement of it helping with that. You gave him directions while you both started to sing along to a song that came up. It was David Bowie with Heroes and you were a big fan of Bowie. “Didn’t expect you to know this song.” Chris chuckled out while you looked at him shocked. “Are you kidding me? I love Bowie! Besides old music has a special place in my heart.” You told him and turned the radio up, your hand making waves out of the window from the car. The wind blowing through your hair. You let your head rest on your arms that rested besides the window so you got some more wind in your face.

When you finally arrived, Chris got the stuff and you pointed out a spot where you and your friends always laid. It was your favorite spot for a reason. You and Chris walked over the spot, laying down the big, sort of picnic blanket, towels by your side and got rid of all of your clothes. You always felt very self-conscious about your body, especially with Chris next to you but now you couldn’t care less and wanted to get in the water immediately. You looked over to Chris who got rid of his shirt as well and placed his belongings in the bag. You started to stare and check him out. Once he noticed that you checked him out, you felt shy and a little embarrassed. Chris just had a smug smile on his face. You held your arms automatically a little in front of your body and Chris noticed your discomfort.

“You look absolutely gorgeous. You shouldn’t hide your body. You really look amazing.” Chris told you with a smile and you felt butterflies in your stomach again and the heat going down. Maybe it was the heat getting to you or the fact that you were going for a midnight swim where it was just the two of you, now secluded but you felt horny as hell right now. “Thank you…. shall we?” you pointed shyly at the water and Chris gave you another smile. Oh lord, your daddy issues were kicking up and you could just melt on the spot, already feeling submissive. Maybe it was also the age-gap between the two of you what made it excited for you.

Chris walked a little in front of you but noticed that you hadn’t moved yet and turned around with a smirk “You coming?” he asked you and got you out of your trance. “Yeah, yeah.” You told him quickly and walked besides him. Your feet finally hit the water and it was so refreshing. Chris walked a little further and you followed him slowly. You were so glad that you finally got rid of the sticky, sweaty feeling and got a refreshment of some sort.

You felt so light and good that you took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second. Of course you didn’t notice Chris staring mesmerized at you while the moon kissed your skin so softly and he couldn’t help but stare at you, this time he was in a trance. Once he snapped out of it, noticing that his swimming shorts getting a little to tight for his liking so he stepped more in the water, hoping that his erection wasn’t too noticeable but of course it was. He was quite build of you know what I mean.

He splashed some water on you, making you gasp from the sudden, unexpected cold hitting your skin. Your eyes flutter open and acted like you were shocked. Chris smirked and walked further in the water, just to be on the safe side with his, still growing bulge. You got more in the water with a smile and Chris couldn’t help but smile mesmerized at you. You noticed the look on his face and felt so flustered and well horny as well. You’ve never thought that a midnight swim could be this intimate and excited, the heat not working in both of your favors as well.

You took a dip and got up, Chris following your every move intently as the tension rose even further. “This is really nice.” You told him and he nodded. “Yeah, this was a good idea.” He told you and there fell a silence. You could hear the music that you had put on. There wasn’t a living soul around and besides there weren’t people living nearby. It was so secluded.

Chris followed you more in the water. “It’s beautiful here. I can see why you like it so much.” He told you, making you smile. “Yeah, it feels really freeing you know.” Chris nodded. He splashed some more water on you with a playful smirk which you returned and splashed water on his as well. His fluffy hair getting just a bit wet and you’ve never wanted to run your hands through his hair this much before. You both got more towards each other and you jumped on his back, earning a heartful laugh of him as he held you on his back. His arms holding you up by your legs and being this close to him for the first time, made your stomach do flips.

Your arms around his shoulders and neck, his hair tickling the side of your face and you let your head rest even more against the side of his face. Chris gently started to swim and wished you couldn’t feel his heart, almost beating out of his chest while you clang to him like a koala. His heart filled itself with so much love, that he was scared it would explode. The tension in the air was almost unbearable and the tightness of his trunks got more and more uncomfortable with the passing second.

You readjusted your head and let it rest on top of his head, feeling his fluffy hair underneath your chin. “Your hair is really soft.” You told him and couldn’t fight the feeling of letting your hands go though it and did so. You felt your heart skip a couple of beats when you let your fingers go through it. Chris closed his eyes and let out a soft shaky breath while he let his head go a little back so you had more excess to his hair. His growing bulge was now aggressively throbbing and he knew he couldn’t contain it anymore. You felt your pussy drip and throb as well, the heat getting almost too much and the tension definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the two of you.

You slipped off of his back and slowly, in trance walked in front of him. He kept looking with adoration in his eyes, following your every movement. Both of you remaining eye contact, completely entranced and indulged with one another. Chris splashed softly some water on you, making you giggle, giving you a loving smile. You had him completely wrapped around your finger and he, you. You splashed some back with a smile and it became a lazy water fight until you, all of a sudden, surprising yourself as well, wrapped your arms around his neck from the side and jumped on him playfully and got to a close proximity.

You both looked shocked into each other’s eyes but that disappeared really quick and both went into a trance. You felt his growing bulge against your leg and you were surprised by it. His arm held you up by your waist. You were both so indulged, forgetting your surroundings. His other arm came up to your waist as well and he pulled you in front of him while you still clang around him, your legs around his waist. You felt his erection against your own heated pussy and you couldn’t help but move a little. Chris tried to suppress a groan but closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His grip on your hips getting stronger. The tension was now very noticeable for the both of you and getting really unbearable. You both couldn’t fight the feeling anymore, not that you even tried anymore.

You had perfect access to his neck and you couldn’t help but lick it. Your tongue got attached to his neck licking it seductively up to his chin, his stubbles scraping your tongue slightly, earning a very shaky breath from the man before you placed your lips on his neck, sucking it gently. You could hear him moan and felt his cock twitch against your throbbing pussy. Your hand going over his abs and you could feel his heart pounding. Your other arm still around his neck, his hands holding you up and close.

He put his head down and you both stared at each other in complete trance. He softly cupped your cheeks. You were holding yourself up now, clinging to him. You both kept the eye contact going before he pulled you in a heated and desired kiss. It was passionate and you needed each other very fast right now, unable to wait any longer. His tongue slipping in, his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer into the rushed kiss, wanting to explore every part of each other fast and needy. Your hand found his hair and tucked it slightly, earning another groan from him. He slowly walked to the edge of the lake.

His hands now holding you up by your ass and he squeezed it, earning a moan from you this time and you let your head fall back. His mouth now getting attached to your neck, his stubbles tickling your neck, giving it a nice burning sensation. Your hands once again tucking his hair. “I need you.” you whimpered out softly, the neediness glazed over your words and his mouth attacked yours again. “I need you too.” He told you already out of breath from all the pent up energy.

You started to grind against his cock and his chest. Chris moaned out and pushed you softly against the edge, your legs still around him. He put your bikini out of the way and attacked your nipple, in response you already arched your back at the electric feeling. Chris was a dominant man. Everyone could see that and you even noticed in some of his playful flirting towards you but now, he was just as needy for you as you were for him, the need to be close to one another. His lips went from your nipple to your neck again, then to your lips, connecting them again in a hungrily kiss before he peppered the side of your mouth with kisses and your cheek, wanting to kiss every part of your body.

You slid off of him and let your hands roam as well. You slowly went over his abs while he looked at you intently, awaiting your next move. Chris couldn’t wait anymore and attacked your neck, pinning you against the edge and his body. his hands roamed over your neck towards your breast and started to play with your nipples, earning another moan.

Your hands went over his abs towards his cock that was aggressively throbbing against his stomach and swimming trunks. You put your hand in his swimming trunks and your hand found his huge cock immediately. You could hear Chris moan out just by your soft touch in the water. Your thumb went over his tip and he let out another shaky breath. Chris’s hand disappeared in your bikini bottom as well and went over your slit. He could feel how horny you were, his finger already covered by your juices. He groaned at the feeling of his finger being connected into you. You both looked at each other, the neediness and mesmerized visibly in both of your eyes. “I need you in me, I need you closer.” You whimpered out and Chris nodded. He cupped your cheek softly and kissed you. He pulled his swimming trunks more down and put your bottoms to the side of your pussy.

He looked at you, your arms already locked around the back of his neck while you nodded quickly. You felt his cock against your entrance and he carefully pushed forward, looking at every feature on your face for discomfort. You moaned out “It’s okay, keep going Chris.” He nodded and pushed further. Once he was fully in you both moaned at the already somewhat of a release you got from it. Before he moved he looked intently at you again and placed loving kisses on your pillow lips before he started to explore your mouth once again hungerly.

His hips slowly moved forward, immediately hitting your g-spot. You both moaned out loudly and you let your head rest on his shoulder feeling extremely weak to your knees. Chris had his arms tightly locked around you. He picked you up again, your back leaning against the edge for support as well and he pushed his hips even further, his cock completely disappearing into you and filling you up to the brim. You cried out from the pleasure given to you. His lips found your neck once again, sucking it on your sensitive spot and his large hand cupping your breast.

He started to fasten his pace and you heard him groan in your ear. You couldn’t get a sound out of your throat from so much pleasure and felt a pit in your stomach, ready for release. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” You mewled out. “I’m not stopping, I’m not gonna stop. Cum for me sweetheart.” He told you out of breath and placed a soft kiss on your ear. You started to clench around him and Chris moaned out loudly in response. “That’s it baby, cum for me.” you started to shake around him and Chris pulled you tighter against his body, goosebumps covering your body.

Once you came down from your high, Chris held you cheeks softly in his palms and smiled lovingly before kissing you again. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” He told you and you felt flustered at the way he looked at you. Like he was looking right into your soul. Chris kissed the tip of your nose and lips again. When your lips connected he started his pace again but you still clenched around him. “I’m not gonna last long sweetheart.” He breathed against your cheek. “It’s okay, cum in me. I wanna feel you.” he growled at your response and picked up his pace again and you felt yourself grow closer once again. “I’m going to cum again.” You breathed out. Chris started to groan and moan loudly in your ear and you held your arms tightly around the back of his neck, keeping him close to your body. You felt warm liquid shoot up in your pussy and you clenched around him, getting into your own orgasm as well.

Chris stayed in you while you both tried to catch your breath. He looked lovingly into your eyes and you couldn’t look away. Your fingers going through his hair once again, slowly moving down to his cheek and this time you cupped his cheek, his stubbles tickling your palm, your thumb softly rubbing up and down.

You both started to chuckle and Chris placed his lips on yours again. You started to clench around him again, still feeling horny for him. I mean, who wouldn’t right? Chris moaned again and you felt him growing hard again inside of you. You moved a little and a whimper escaped his lips while he closed his eyes. “Oh Y/N, you’re addicting.” He told you and lifted your chin so he had access to your neck again.

You moved more up and down and Chris lowered you down, making you look surprised at him. “Let’s get out of the water princess.” He told you with a soft wink and a smile, letting you know he wasn’t just yet done with you.

He held your hand and let the way. You couldn’t help but felt excited for what was to come. Once you got back to the blanket, the only sound hearable was the music and it was as if Spotify knew what was going on and played sensual music. Or maybe everything was sensual for you now. Chris still held your hand and softly pulled you closer. He cupped your cheek and you had to stand on your tippy toes in order to kiss him. He pulled you closer to his body, your breast against his chest and he started to kiss your cheek. He was so extremely gentle and loving that your heart felt like it could burst right now.

He laid you down on the blanket, his body on top of yours, still exploring each other’s mouth. He looked down at your body and let his hands explore every curve of your body. “I can’t wrap my mind around how gorgeous you are.” He told you and that was the moment you thought your heart had burst. You always felt so insecure since you weren’t the most skinniest girl and it could make you insecure sometimes. You felt the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes and softly sniffled while his hands softly went over your skin. Once Chris heard you sniffle, he quickly looked up at you.

Concern gathered on his face. “What’s wrong baby? Have I said something? Did I hurt you?” he asked you worried, his hand resting on your cheek. You chuckled and shook your head. “Do you really mean that?” you asked him and he was a little confused. “do I mean what baby girl?” his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. “What you just had said.” It visibly clicked in his head.

“Yeah of course I mean every word. When I tell you that you are drop dead gorgeous. I mean look at you! I love your curves so much. I don’t think words can express how gorgeous I think you are. But I can show you.” he told you lovingly. “You mesmerize me in every way possible. And I mean it when I tell you, that you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He told you, looking intently in your eyes so you would know that he really meant that. More tears slipped and you chuckled, pulling him up so you could kiss him.

His hands roamed your body again and disappeared into your bottoms again. He groaned into your mouth, making you moan while his finger went over your slit. He slowly pushed his finger inside and started to pump into you, making you moan and held on tightly to his bicep. You let your head fall back and he attacked your neck once again, while he still laid on top of you. Your lips felt sore from so many kisses but it was the good sore, making them more plump than they already were.

Chris pushed himself a little up so he could look at your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw Chris hanging above you, his necklace dangling above you as well and you clenched around his finger from the sight alone. He smiled at you once he felt you clench. He got his hand out of your bikini and licked his finger which was covered in your juices and still his cum. You whimpered at the sight and how hot it was. Chris grinned at you and kissed between your breast, his hair tickling on your skin and he slowly went down on you before pulling your bikini off.

He caressed your thighs ever so gently and lowered himself completely down. You opened your legs automatically for him and he licked your slit up and you were already shaking from anticipation. His arms held your legs tightly, flexing his bicep around you. His tongue disappeared completely in your pussy and you gasped at the sensation. Your hand found his hair, tucking it for leverage. You started to moan out and his tongue got attached to your clit. You bucked your hips up and Chris placed his hand on your lower belly, keeping you down. He started to suck your clit and went with his finger softly over your slit before entering you and pumped. You saw his bicep flex at the movements he made.

The sight was what made you cum. You tried to suppress a moan and whimpered. “Chris….. I’m going to…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. “It’s okay baby, you can cum.” He told you and you were already in your orgasm. He pushed and sucked through it until you calmed down but your limbs still kept shaking. You got away from him and sat on your knees, pulling him up as well, surprising Chris a little. You attacked his mouth and you could taste yourself on his lips, making you moan in the kiss.

He held you by your waist, slowly moving down and pulled you tight against his body. You softly guided him to lay down with your hands on his abs. He laid down and it was like a painting. The look in his eyes, his tattoos showing clearly in the moonlight, his hair shining and just him. You softly tucked his trunks down and he got them out completely. You kissed his lips, went to his neck, already making his breath hitch and moan a little. Your lips left a wet trail down over his abs which you licked. Your hand already around his big cock, already twitching in your hand, waiting for release.

You licked his shaft and his head fell down with a groan. His hand on the back of your head. You licked the tip before slowly putting him in. he was huge and already knew that you weren’t able to take him in completely but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try. You gagged around his cock, trying to relax your throat. Chris moaned “you feel so good around me.” you hummed and put him even deeper, saliva dripping down on his cock and your tongue playing with his tip in the meanwhile. Your hand gently caressing his balls and massaged them softly.

Chris pulled you up and looked with the utter most adoration in his eyes. “You’re too good and if you keep doing that, I’ll cum in no second but I need to be inside of you.” he told you, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Please stay on all fours.” He told you and you did what he asked. He moved behind you and you looked behind you towards Chris. Chris placed some saliva in his hand and rubbed it on his cock, even though it wasn’t necessary, it was a picture on its own and god it was hot.

You felt his cock by your entrance and he slowly pushed inside, this time Chris almost got weak to his knees. “God you’re perfect.” He told you making you whimpered from anticipation and praise. He got completely into you and had to pause for a second so he wouldn’t cum right then and there on the spot. He kissed your shoulders softly and slowly started to pound into you. You whimpered and had no strength to hold yourself up by your arms so only your ass was up. Chris’s hand squeezed your cheeks and lowered himself over you, getting your breasts in his hands squeezing them as well.

You heard him panting out above you and you clenched around him, making him fall half on top of you, losing the strength to keep himself up as well. “Oh god, you feel so extreme good.” He praised you and you whimpered out. He got out of you, knowing that, tonight, he didn’t have the strength. “Lay on your back baby.” he told you and you were quick to turn around. Chris smiled lovingly at you, his focus completely on you. His lips on yours in a loving, slow and sensual kiss. He softly entered you again and started to pick up his pace and kissing the sensitive spot in your neck, which was red by now.

You felt another orgasm going to hit you fast and clenched around him. “Baby, if you keep doing that, I won’t last.” He told you out of breath. “I can’t help it, you fuck so good, I’m going to cum again.” You whimpered, trying to hold it back and Chris notice. “It’s okay baby. You can cum. You don’t have to hold back, let it go. I’ll cum with you.” he told you and attached his thumb on your clit, helping you to let go.

Chris looked up at you. “You okay baby?” he asked you, his finger softly caressing your features. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m very good.” You chuckled out, making him chuckle as well. Chris looked mesmerized at you. “Let me take you on a proper date. You deserve nothing but the best.” He told you and you felt spoiled, flustered and treated like a queen. “I would love that.” He smiled. “Want to go in the water and wash everything off?” he asked you softly, making you nod.

You let out a loud moan and quickly placed your hand in front of your mouth to muffle it. You went into your orgasm and it was so explosive that only soft whimpers escaped you. Chris hid his face on your shoulder and had an explosive orgasm the same time, his cum shooting in your pussy.

Chris let his head rest on your breast now, trying to get his breathing under control. Your hand went through his hair and your nails softly scraping his head. You felt his cum seep out of you.

He helped you up and you both walked into the water. Chris pulled you against his chest in a warm bear hug. This was definitely the best hug you’ve ever had. His hand was on the back of your head and went slowly towards the back of your neck while his other hand, his fingertips slowly went up and down your spine. Once you were ‘clean’ again you walked back to the blanket and got dressed. Chris laid down and looked at the stars, inviting you to lay against him.

You placed your hand around his chest, his arm around you while your head was on his chest. “I’m getting sleepy.” You told him. “Close your eyes, it’s okay sweetheart.” He told you and you did what he told you, feeling safe and sound. You fell into a deep sleep while Chris went up and down with his fingertips on your back, comforting you.

You woke up by a splash of very cold water and shot up. You felt Chris shoot up besides you as well and you got the water out of your face to see who had the nerve to wake you from your peaceful sleep. You saw your friend group looking at you with a smirk. Chris had never met your friends yet but apparently he will today. You groaned. “Seriously guys?” you asked them and Chris was a little confused.

“Chris these assholes are my friends.” You told them and chuckled slightly. You introduced everyone and felt that the sun was already very sharp. “What time is it?” you asked them and they gave the both of you two ice coffees. “It’s around 11 in the morning. But what the hell. You guys slept here or something?” Your best friend asked. You and Chris looked at each other shyly. “Ehh yeah. Was too hot in the house.” You told him sheepishly but he knew. He looked between you and Chris and nodded after a while with a smirk. “I guess I’m going to see you more often.” He told Chris who chuckled and nodded. “I hope so.” He told him but looked at you. You smiled back at him. “Yeah you will.” Chris smiled back and it was clear to everyone that you were both madly in love with each other.

The day excited out a lot of swimming with your friends, drinking, relaxing in the sun and playing games along with a whole lot of flirting with Chris and he with you. Stolen kisses when nobody was looking and soft delicate touches for comfort and affection. It definitely wasn’t a bad thing that it was so extremely hot and it was definitely the best summer yet.

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hi i have a request if you’re able to write it :) how about g!p nat x reader where they’re avengers of course and they’re really close, they have this friends with benefit type thing so they have sex all the time, they’re both secretly in love with each other but are too scared to say anything, reader starts feeling sick and stuff so she takes a pregnancy test and is pregnant and is scared to tell nat but she does and nat is like really happy and they confess their love for each other smut and fluff :)

Not just friends

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Carol x reader

Summary: you and Nat are fwb but are both in love with one another. When you both have an argument that stops you from seeing one another you try to move on only to find out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of vomiting (again? Damn why are all my stories including vomit), smut, fluff, angst, unprotected sex, hand jobs, fingering, cunilingus, jealousy, swearing, kissing, think that’s all

Word count: 3,586 (went a little overboard)

No one is allowed to steal my work, copyright it, or reblog as your own!!

Both of you laid there in bed panting out of breath, you had just finished multiple rounds of sex and were tired as hell. You wanted to lay there in Nat’s arms forever but you knew you couldn’t. Standing up you grabbed some of your clothes and went to leave the room, not giving Nat a second glance. You knew if you looked back at her you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from going into her arms once again, it was just a friends with benefits deal, nothing more. Nat sighed as you walked out, she didn’t want you to leave, not now not ever. She wanted to fall asleep holding you and wake up to your face every morning. She wanted more than your agreement but she also knew you probably wouldn’t want anything more than a good fuck. She went to bed that night dreaming of being with you, kissing you, even having a family with you. But for now she just has to stick to her imagination.

The next morning she went into the buildings large gym only to see you in the middle of a set. She came up behind you and watched for a few moments until you stopped to look at her.

“What are you looking at?” You asked with a small smile on your face. Even when she did nothing she always somehow put a grin to your face.

“Just was thinking about you, decided to come over here and see you. Hey I was thinking, maybe tonight we could have a little bit of fun? I know you might still be sore but i just can’t get enough of you.” She says as she pulls you into her by your hips. You sigh knowing you have to reject the offer, as much as you’d love to you know if this keeps going on you’ll only fall harder and harder.

“I can’t tonight Nat, I have a..date.” You whispered the last part, fearing her reaction.

“A date? With who?” She asks as she thinks of all the people it could be. You have been spending a lot of time with Wanda, but no not her. Maybe Maria? You’ve always been good friends with her. Before she could guess you were already answering her.

“With Carol. She asked me out so I said yes. Thought it might be nice to finally get out there you know?” You said as you stared at the ground, a nervous habit of yours. Nat felt like her heart was breaking into two, the person she loves going out with a teammate?

“What so you’re choosing her over me?” She says the words before she could stop herself.

“What do you mean Nat? Can you really not go one night without putting your dick in me?” You huff out, you don’t mean to be so aggressive but it’s pissing you off how Nat thinks she can just play with your feelings like this.

“It’s not about the sex it’s about the fact that you’re choosing someone you barely know over me! Carol just wants to get in your pants like everyone else!” Nat yells in frustration.

“What so you’re calling me a whore now is that is? If I’m so much of a whore why’d you even agree to have meaningless sex with me anyways? So you could fulfill your needs? Well guess what, I’m done, you can cancel this friends with benefits shit because it’s over.” You walked out of the room slamming the door on your way. Nat didn’t mean for you to take it that way, of course you’re not a whore, you’re so much more than that. She took out her frustration and anger on the punching bag and left after two hours, knuckles bleeding and bruised. When it was dinner time she went to the main room only to see you in a beautiful red dress, the one she helped you pick out a while back. She stared at you with a loving gaze but you ignored it, still mad at her for earlier. Nat watched as her ‘friend’ stood up and linked arms with you, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you both left the room with smiles on your faces. Nat wanted to call out to you and stop you from going, but she knew she didn’t deserve you. Carol would probably be better for you anyways. She tried her best not to think too much about you that night, but she couldn’t help but think of your date with Carol. What if she was kissing you right now, or touching you. She hated the thought of someone else touching you, especially someone like Carol. Ones who slept around with multiple woman and left them on the side of the street after a good fuck. Her thoughts broke as she heard laughter down the hall, laughter she could recognize as your own. Peaking her head out of the door she looked to your room only to see you and Carol making out, her hands all over you and pushing you into your room. She went back to her bed before you could see her. That night she balled her eyes out realizing that she lost you.

It’s been two weeks and four days since you last saw Nat, she was sent onto a mission the day after your date with Carol. As much as you liked the blonde woman you knew your feelings for Nat would always be stronger. Every-time you’d kiss her the redhead was in your mind, and when she fucked you all you could think about was the other woman. Carol knew this too, she’d act like she didn’t but she saw the way your head shot up whenever Nat was mentioned. If she’s being completely honest the main reason she was still seeing you was to get over her break up with Valkyrie. The two woman loved each other dearly but it was hard with everything going on, so they took a break. Even when they still loved one another it was too difficult to work. So when she heard that you were single she took her shot. You were an attractive person and had a great personality, so why not go out with you. These more recent days Carol has been taking care of you because you weren’t feeling well. In the mornings you were puking, you couldn’t eat certain foods as they made you nauseous and you were more tired than usual. You knew these were all signs of pregnancy but you refused to believe it, you were on birth control for a reason. You were terrified of having a child. It’s not that you didn’t like them but you’re only 23 years old and an avenger. If you did have the kid you’d most likely be too busy with work and wouldn’t be able to care for them properly. On day two of being sick you gave in and took multiple pregnancy tests. You sat anxiously on your bed, checking the timer every few seconds to see how much longer you had. You prayed it would be negative, what would you tell Nat or Carol, ‘Hey carol by the way I’m pregnant oh and Nat it’s yours!’ Yeah, that wouldn’t go well. After what felt like hours the timer went off and you finally stood up. Taking slow steps to the bathroom you prepared for the worst, flipping over the tests and looking at the two stripes. Tears rolled down your face as you held you head in your hands. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, you weren’t meant to get pregnant after breaking it off with the mother. Your girlfriend entered the room, seeing you not in bed she looked into the bathroom finding you crying over the sink. She tried to calm you down by holding you but it only caused more tears. She was confused on what caused this until she saw the tests. Letting out a small ‘oh’ she realized why you were so upset.

“I’m so sorry Carol, this wasn’t supposed to happen I promise.” You said as best as you could, hiccuping through the sentence.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” After a long pause she asked, “is it Nat’s?” You nodding was the only response she needed.

“You still love her don’t you?”

“What? No-of course not!” You replied to her question. As hard as you tried to lie she could tell that wasn’t the truth.

“It’s okay Y/N, I understand. If I’m being completely honest I’m still in love with Valkyrie. And as much as I loved our time together we both love other people. I’m still always going to be here for you but as a friend. Now why don’t you go get your girl.” She finished with a smile, urging you to go after Nat and fight for her back. You agreed and thanked her, hugging her goodbye and running to Nat’s room, even if she wasn’t there you’d wait for her for as long as you’d need too. When you heard the door handle wiggling after an hour of waiting you sat up straight, preparing for her to yell at you just like you deserved. When Nat entered the room to find you sitting there she was shocked to say the least, but remembering what happened she kept up a hard stance.

“What are you doing here?” She asked after an awkward moment of just staring at one another.

“I needed to talk to you.” You answered honestly.

“Would your girlfriend be happy with us talking?” She wanted to make you feel bad, she wanted you to feel the pain she felt.

“Nat please stop.” You begged. You don’t want to start an argument, you just wanted to get her back and apologize for all you did. She stood there staring at you waiting for you to continue. When you didn’t she decided to speak up instead,

“I think it’s best if you lea-“ “I’m pregnant!” You rushed out before thinking about your words. Realizing what you said you put your hand over your mouth and looked anywhere but her gaze.

“You’re-you’re what?” “I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.” You repeated as tears came back into your eyes.

“Are you sure I mean-“ being cut off once again you spoke in a slightly harsher tone. “Yes I’m sure! I took several tests and they were all positive. You can even ask Carol, she was there too.” Scoffing at the blondes name she went to the bathroom and opened the bottom cabinets. When she came up empty handed for whatever it was she was searching for she stood up and grabbed her keys heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” You asked in a panicked voice. You had a feeling she wouldn’t take the news well but you didn’t think she’d leave.

“I’m going to the store to buy a pregnancy test for you. Stay here for now.” She said without looking at you. You stopped her hand from enclosing on the door and stuffed your own hand in your pocket searching for the item. Pulling out three blue and white strips you handed them to Nat, proving that you weren’t lying and that you are in fact carrying her child. She stared at the test for what felt like hours trying to process it. She put the sticks down and wrapped her arms around you, engulfing you in a large hug. You both let out all of your emotions and cried into one another, feeling the relief of finally getting to be with one another again. She leaned back and stared at your lips, trying to get approval to kiss you. When you gave her a nod she leaned in and was about to connect her lips with yours when she stopped. You looked at her confused until she muttered out ‘Carol’, you knew what she was thinking and tried to reassure her,

“Don’t worry, we broke up. We both loved other people and realized it was best just to stay friends.” Once you finished speaking she leaned down to kiss you, this time not stopping. She held your face with one hand as the other held your hip. Once you finally broke apart you rested your foreheads together, it was something she used to tell you she loved you. She pulled you back into her as she kissed down your neck, leaving little bite marks to prove you’re hers. You brought her face back up to kiss her once again as she used her hands to roam your body, taking off your shirt in the process. You both quickly undressed each other until you only had your panties on while she was left with only her boxers. Nat was slowly walking you to her bed, pushing you down onto it softly as she laid above you. She stared at you with love in her eyes and you reciprocated, staring at her body like she was a goddess. You traced over little cuts and bruises that marked her body from the mission making her slightly wince. You let out a small apology but continued to stare at them with worry. She lifted your chin up so your eyes met her own,

“I’m okay now, it’s just a few little injuries but I’ll be fine okay? No need to worry your pretty little head about it.” You blushed from her choosing of words and left the topic but made a mental note to take care of those later. She continued her work on your body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites from your neck to pelvis bone. She could feel your wet lips through your panties as she traced her fingers over it. You moaned in response to her teasing and begged her to continue.

“Please Tasha! Just fuck me already!”

“You’re going to have to beg better than that baby.” If you knew anything about Nat it would be that she is the biggest tease in bed, always wanting to make you beg for what she gave you. You let out an irritated groan while she chuckled and continued her tracing of your underwear. You knew she could go on for hours if you didn’t give in so you gave her what she wanted,

“Please I’m begging you Nat, I need you to fuck me! Just lick me up please.” You said with clear desperation in your voice. Nat finally gave in and moved your underwear to the side, giving a long lick up your folds moaning as your juices hit her tastebuds. Her hand trails up to your chest where they’re met with your hard nipples. She pinches the buds between her fingers as her other joins her tongue on your pussy. Using her fingers to prod at your entrance she slowly enters you with two and lets you adjust to the feeling. Once she gets your nod of approval she starts to slowly go in and out of you while sucking your clit, giving you the most amount of pleasure you’ve felt in weeks. Your moans grew as did her pace, she removed her mouth from your clit to give you a sloppy kiss. Her tongue prodded at your lips asking to enter, you could taste yourself as she made out with you. She soon replaced your mouth with your tits, sucking and playing with them. Her fingers only grew faster each and every second, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Nat! I’m gonna-gonna” you couldn’t finish your sentence as it became too hard to speak. Nat could tell you were close with how you were clenching around her. She removed your nipple from her mouth to speak, leaving a small trail of spit between the two.

“Come on baby, cum for me. Make a mess all over my fingers.” Her words triggered your orgasm, you let out a small scream as you finished around her fingers. Letting you ride out your high she slowed down her pace until you calmed down. Removing her fingers you let out a small wince at the loss of contact but soon felt them prodding open your mouth. You sucked off your juices as she watched in amazement. Once you let go of her hand she immediately sat you down on her lap. She still was yet to remove her boxers and you could see a little bit of wetness from the tip of her cock that was leaking pre-cum. You pulled of her boxers and threw them to the side with the rest of your clothes. You grabbed her cock with your hands and slowly jerked her off.

“Fuck I missed this cock so much. Missed it ruining my pussy, missed it in my mouth and hands.” You said in a low breath, still stroking her painfully hard cock. She whimpered into your neck as your warm hands only brought her closer to the edge. You could see the way she shook and was quick to replace your hand with you pussy. Lining up your entrance with her dick you lowered yourself onto her, feeling that same pleasure you longed for. Once you both adjusted she set her hands on your hips to try and control your movements.

“Uh uh Natty, let me be in charge tonight, you deserve it.” She nodded and let you choose your pace. Moans and whimpers left her mouth as you slowly rode her, trying to bask in as much pleasure as possible.

“Fuck! You feel so good around me Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you.” Her sweet words were able to bring a smile to your face. Both of you could feel your highs getting closer as you went faster on her dick.

“детка, я кончу (baby, gonna cum)” She yelled, you loved when she spoke Russian. She has mentioned before that when she was feeling so much pleasure in bed she often spoke in a different language. She always thought it was weird but you loved it, hearing her speak with that accent just turned you on so much.

“Shit! Fill me up sweetheart, wanna feel your cum inside of me.” Saying this only turned her on more, she loved the thought of filling you up and watching her cum leak out of you. Thinking about it now it’s not much of a surprise that you ended up pregnant.

“Don’t worry I will. I’ll fill you up with so much fucking cum that you’ll end up having twins. God I can’t wait to see this stomach grow all round with my babies, these tits full of milk.” She emphasized her words with a hand on your stomach and a squeeze to your breasts. Not long after you felt her cum spill into you making you squirt all over her stomach. Once you both calmed down you looked at her face only to see a large grin covering it.

“What?” “Nothing. Just that I made you squirt.” She said feeling confident in herself. You looked down to see that she was in fact telling the truth.

“Crap, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” You rushed out multiple apologies to which she only shushed you and assured you that it was okay, and that she in fact loved it. You both sat in a comfortable silence until you broke it,

“I’m sorry Nat.” “For squirting? I already told you baby it’s fine-“ you don’t let her finish before you’re interrupting her sentence. Trying to make it clear how sorry you really are.

“No, about everything. I only went out with Carol because I thought you just wanted sex and I wanted more than that. So I tried to move on from you, distancing myself and being with her. But whenever I’d kiss her or sleep with her all I pictured was you. I love you so much and I understand if you can’t forgive me but I just needed you to know how sorry I am.” You said, hoping she’ll be able to forgive you.

“Oh Y/N. I understand, I was a complete idiot and thought you were the one who only wanted sex. I was a jerk in the gym to you and I shouldn’t have insisted that you’re a whore because I promise you you’re not. You’re so much more than that and I guess I thought you deserved better than me so I didn’t run after you when you went out with Carol. Instead I was a coward and ran from my problems, I asked Fury to put me on a mission and I left. I guess I just couldn’t bare seeing you with Carol knowing that I could’ve stopped it. I’m so sorry.” Both of you were spilling out apologies to one another at this point. You both knew that it wasn’t only the other in the wrong but themselves too. That night you tended to her wounds and she led you into her bed, this time not just for sex. This time it was so she could hold you and kiss you goodnight. She kissed your stomach as a way of talking to the baby and held you in her arms, fearing that if she let go it would all just be a dream. When she woke up to see your beautiful face she knew it wasn’t just a dream, this was her life now. And she wouldn’t want it any other way.

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ibold | chapter one

summary: The five survivors of the 2022 Woodsboro massacre are now in New York City moving on with their lives or trying to at least.

warnings: cussing and a moment of violence in a flashback, that's all, I think.

word count: 3,060.

a/n: This is my baby so I hope everyone likes it! Feel free to pick an actress as Cairo or just have your own image of her in your mind or pretend you're Cairo; whatever makes the reading experience better for you guys.

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She was the most beautiful human being Cairo had ever seen in all of her eighteen-and-a-half years of being alive on earth. Living in New York City, you see a shit ton of people every day and that is literal. Hypothetically, you see a million people in a year; at stores, on walks, as extras in a tv show or movie, etc.

Out of all of those people, no one even compared to the raven-haired girl across the room. She was short, but Cairo could always spot her no matter the crowd. Most people teased her for her height, but Cairo genuinely found it endearing. Her smile was brighter than quasars, constantly leaving Cairo on her knees and rendering her useless. She had dimples accenting her marble, smooth cheeks. It was such a funny thing to Cairo, that dimples were biologically considered imperfections, but non-scientists find them alluring. All of the freckles kissing across her face were the stars in Cairo’s galaxy, the girl being Cairo’s revolving world. She had a unique voice that wasn’t like anyone else’s. There was a rasp to the edge of her words; sometimes the rasp was thickly coated, like when she woke up in the morning or was running out of breath or got excited. It could be deep, but not Sophia Bush deep. No matter what, it was always soft and pleasant sounding. A lot of people agreed with Cairo that listening to the other girl’s voice was calming, a remedy for anxiety even. Her eyes were big but not the repugnant kind. They were a deep brown that could light up and yet still remain mysterious. Her eyes were her most innocent feature and the ones that got her everything she wanted. She wasn’t just hot though. No. Her brain could remember the entire dialogue to The Babadook and graduated at the top of her class. She was very perceptive in a mostly subtle way. Snark was a fabulous hobby of hers and her heart was the most golden heart that ever shone. Selflessness and loyalty were the foundations of her persona, of who she was; what made her her. Everyone tripped over themselves at her natural, graceful beauty. Half of them were privy enough to see what she was about on the inside and fall head over heels for her. Cairo was definitely the latter. So was Chad. Cairo couldn’t blame him for falling for her childhood best friend. It’d be concerning if he didn’t. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less to watch him give heart eyes to the girl she was in love with. ‘She could never be yours anyways. You know that.’ Falling in love with your best friend was the worst form of emotional pain imaginable.

Cairo despised the media and pop culture that romanticized the trope, especially the ones with a happy ending. Happy endings were overrated and unrealistic, especially when it came to “unrequited love.” It either ends up being requited, or they find someone else. That wasn’t always the case though. For eighteen years, Tara had only ever looked at Cairo with platonic respect and adoration.

Ever since she was a teen, Cairo tried to find someone else to crush on and hoped for someone to want her. The last part never happened until this year. She was still out of luck in the crushing department. At the end of the day though, as much as Cairo felt like she was suffocating, she was happy for Chad and Tara. They were both her friends that she cared about and loved deeply. She’d never risk their happiness for her own, especially when it wasn’t likely to lead to happiness for her. Cairo winced as she sipped the awful beer in the red solo cup. It didn’t matter how hard she tried with alcohol; it just didn’t fancy her like it did the others. “Hey, Roe.” Cairo didn’t need to look up to know that it was Quinn who was standing beside her. Quinn was the only one who ever called her that, her own personal nickname for Cairo.

Everyone else called the brunette girl by her full name - or Cai - and teachers called her by her last name - Miss Reed - or Cairo. She really hated her name sometimes. Well, most of the time if she was being honest. “Hey, Quinn.” The ginger got to work with grabbing two red solo cups and picking up one of the glass bottles of alcohol. Cairo bit her lip and scanned the packed room for any sign of her roommate or their other two friends. Cairo turned back to Quinn to shout over the music, “Where’s Anika?” Quinn was grinning when she spoke, her eyes glittering intoxicatingly. “She’s trying to help Ethan score a date.” “Key word trying.” Cairo teased earning a chuckle from the other girl. “Mindy is having fun watching, and I am getting drinks for myself and that cute boy waiting for me.” Cairo turned to follow the direction Quinn had pointed to with her eyes. The boy looked to be the same height as Quinn with curly hair & a stubble that made him seem like a fuckboy, but his boyish smile and awkward wave was contradicting. The brunette nodded her head. She took a step closer to the ginger and leaned in close so she could be heard. “I think I’m going to leave, maybe check on Sam on the way back.” Before the friend group had rallied together and ventured off to this party, the Carpenter sisters had gotten into it...again.

The arguing between the two sisters was becoming more and more frequent as time was going on. Everyone was on edge, wanting to say something to ease the tension but not knowing what to do or knowing if it was their place to even do or say anything. The twins and Cairo worried more than anyone, having grown up with the two sisters. Tara used to listen to Cairo and the others when they had something to say. Especially Cairo. Nowadays, Tara only ever listened to herself and only did what sounded pleasing to her. Guess Chad sounded especially pleasing to the girl. Cairo was really trying not to think about that though. About any of it really. “What? Come on, you said you were going to try!” Quinn lightly smacked the back of her hand against Cairo’s bicep. The brunette chuckled halfheartedly and raised her eyebrows. “And I did, now I’m leaving.” Cairo knew that if she didn’t move her ass at that very second, Quinn was going to showcase a frown and beg Cairo to stay “for herself and not me.”

(It was true, Quinn was doing this all to help Cairo take her mind off of the girl she couldn’t have. But it was becoming too much for Cairo.) Quinn was already in the midst of tilting her head to the side and parting those talented lips. But Cairo was quicker. She was quicker than anyone at everything, except for telling Tara her feelings. Which was precisely why she was in this predicament. “I’ll see you later, Quinn.” Quinn sighed but let Cairo give her a hug and turn to head out the door. It wasn’t until she was down the sidewalk and turning into the quad on campus that Cairo finally felt like she could breathe. She dunked her head down and placed her hands on her hips. She couldn’t stop seeing Tara with Chad.

Or with Amber. She had thought that watching Tara kiss or hold hands with Amber was painful, to watch Tara’s eyes light up whenever she saw or talked about Amber, having to encourage Tara to make a move and smile for her, she thought all of that hurt.

But this…this was so much worse. Cairo almost wished she was back in high school, watching the two girls parade around. Walking in on Chad and Tara, that had been worst of all.

It was her own fault, she should’ve knocked a second time and waited for an okay. But she could tell something was wrong with Tara and she had to get to the bottom of it before she permanently lost her mind. There were too many days spent canceled and nights spent on read. It wasn’t like Tara, not even when she was with Amber. She had left the apartment, bolting down the stairs and struggling to hold the bile in before making it outside. There wasn’t any shame in her body as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve and stood up. They lived in New York City, some girl puking on the sidewalk was the least weird thing citizens saw. Cairo went back to the dorm that night crying. Anika was staying at Mindy’s dorm, which was only down the hallway, so she didn’t have to worry about being bombarded with questions.

She spent the rest of the evening into later afternoon, hibernating under her covers with her earbuds in and curtains drawn. She was in the shower, changing out of her clothes from the night before finally, when Anika made it back. They spoke briefly through the curtain and then Anika was gone, off to hang out more with her girlfriend and their friends.

So, Cairo just dressed in whatever she found and got back into bed with a trashcan nearby. Having to pretend for another month like she didn’t know they were together was utter torture for Cairo.

Every time she was around Chad she felt nauseated, and she couldn’t look at Tara without her throat starting to hurt from suppressing sobs. At parties, she got blackout drunk so that she didn’t have to remember them being touchy with one another. She stopped texting Tara as much and didn’t ask to hang out anymore. For two months, Cairo had been smiling in the presence of the couple and drinking herself to sleep. She was getting tired of the drinking if she was honest. Being hungover and heartbroken was the most horrific combo.

The past few days she had been lying in bed with her hood blocking her from the rest of the world and earbuds drilled in. She hated how much of a baby she was about this whole thing. Hell, this felt worse than all of the stabs she received last year.

(Or the single one she received at eight years old.) Or worse than the betrayal of her older sister who she had idolized. “Tara will never be yours, Cairo.” “She doesn’t have to be, as long as she isn’t yours.” Then she headbutted Amber, sending the girl staggering backwards. There were three gunshots that sang Cairo to sleep.

When she woke up, Sidney was there. She didn’t see Tara until the next day. Since then, she hadn’t seen Tara a whole lot. She figured that the young Carpenter girl blamed her for the Ghostface attacks or wished that she hadn’t made it out alive.

Or maybe she cared more about Chad than Cairo. She wasn’t really sure. All Cairo was ever sure of anymore was that she missed her cousin Sidney. Sidney had wanted to adopt Cairo after being orphaned, but authorities thought it was best for her to stay with a closer relative, her father. He had no problem signing his rights over to Kirby three years later when she finally turned 21 years old.

For reasons that didn’t make sense, he didn’t want to give Cairo over to Sidney. Cairo thinks he just reached his limit and saw Kirby as the closest scapegoat. “You still want me?” “Of course I do. I might have adopted you, but you’ll always be my little sister, and I’ll always take care of you. Okay?” Cairo blew out a raspberry and started walking in the direction of the Carpenter-Quinn household.

It took two knocks in two intervals for Sam to open the door.

Cairo stood on the other side, twirling her earbuds around; to the left and to the right, raveling the cord around her finger and unraveling it. She immediately dropped her hand, holding her earbuds with both hands, when the door opened. Cairo grinned mischievously and cocked her head to the side. “Hello, Cute Boy.” Said man chuckled softly and smiled charmingly at the shorter girl. Cairo kept on smiling as the man turned back to Sam, who looked rather uncomfortable at the whole situation. “I’ll call you later.” The stranger said. Sam nodded her head and lifted her tense lips up. “Okay.” “Okay.” The man said, still smiling dreamily at Sam. Cairo had to duck her head down and scratch her cheek as the man walked by so he wouldn’t see her cheesing. She watched him walk down the stairs, turning back to look at Sam at the top step before continuing.

She raised her dusty brown eyebrows at Sam with the same antagonizing grin in place. “Cute Boy from across the hall, huh?” Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her reluctant smile contradicted her previous actions.

All Cairo could do was laugh. “Get in.” Sam nudged her head behind her. Cairo did as she was told, plopping herself down on the couch. Sam gave the brunette a reprimanding look, but it didn’t succeed its message.

The younger girl had her hands clasped behind her head and was smiling gorgeously. It was the smile that made her gray-brown eyes sparkle and had Sam wishing for a different life for the girl. Sam smiled and crossed her arms in that sisterly manner of hers. “What are you doing here, Cairo?” The brunette shrugged nonchalantly. But her downcast eyes and moving feet said she was uncomfortable. “Just came to check on you.” When she flicked her gaze up, she saw Sam looking to the side and nodding her head. She released her bottom lip and ran a hand through her inky black hair as she descended on the couch.

The older girl smacked Cairo’s shoes prompting her to raise her feet. She promptly set them back down on Sam’s lap afterwards. Sam cupped the top of the girl’s bottom legs and turned to look at her.

Cairo no longer had her hands behind her head but clasped carefully on her stomach. She was looking at Sam like she was the older sister or the mom, patiently waiting for the girl to speak and waiting to catch Sam if need be. “She’s not dealing with this, Cairo.” The gray-brown eyed girl sighed empathetically, her head nodding along. “Does she talk to you about it?” Sam asked. Cairo glanced down at her lap and shifted. “She doesn’t talk much to me anymore.” It wasn’t like Tara had just dropped Cairo.

They stilled texted a lot and there were frequent phone calls. But ever since the attacks in Woodsboro last year, Tara had been keeping her distance from Cairo. When they did talk or see each other, it was as if everything was the same as it had been before. Ever since Chad and Tara had finally come forward with their relationship (even though it was painfully obvious to everyone), Tara had been more talkative and social with Cairo. The brunette couldn’t help but feel like maybe Chad had said something to prompt the change. He was a nice guy, very protective and loyal to those closest to him, goofy and definitely attractive. Cairo loved Chad. It just made everything hurt so much more. Cairo lifted her gaze from her twitchy fingers to gauge the older girl.

She was looking off into the distance, watching memories and worst-case scenarios on the blank tv screen. Sam looked miserable. That tended to happen when you worried about your little sister’s trauma. “What about you?” Sam stitched her eyebrows together and frowned at the younger girl. Cairo took that as a prompt to elaborate further. “How are you doing with…dealing about this? How’s therapy going?” Sam heaved a heavy sigh that left Cairo’s heart twisting uncomfortably. “I think I need to find a new therapist. This guy pushed me to open up the other night then wanted to assign me to someone else. Pretty sure he has a foot fetish too.” Sam added the last part thoughtfully. “Sounds like a douche. I say dump his ass before he dumps you. But don’t dump Cute Boy.” Cairo grinned like a cheshire cat. Sam rolled her eyes fondly, pushing the brunette’s legs off of her.

Cairo squeaked as she tilted to the side, almost falling off the couch and onto the floor. She watched as Sam got up, heading into the dining room to clean up. That’s when Cairo noticed the two wine glasses and two empty plates. (Cairo tried not to worry about the wine glasses. It was just wine…right? It was drugs and beer that were Sam’s vices, not wine. Christina was the one whose vice was alcohol in general. That woman would drink anything she could get her hands on. Anything that fuzzed her thoughts and shattered her inhibitions was welcomed to her digestive system.) There weren’t any candles or dimly lit lights on in the apartment, so it didn’t seem like they were going for an intimate night. Which made sense, because Sam didn’t know if Tara would be coming back or not.

It didn’t take a genius to piece together that no one knew about Cute Boy because Sam didn’t want to set Tara off in any way. Still, Cairo felt bad for interrupting their date night. “His name is Danny, and we aren’t dating.” Sam said lightly from the kitchen. Cairo shrugged as she picked up a weird looking piece of chicken to sniff. “Could’ve fooled me.” There wasn’t any noise except for the clinking of cutlery and spray of water. Cairo hoisted herself up onto the counter in the kitchen and cupped the edge. “I’m not going to tell anyone that I saw him here, I won’t even mention him at all. Now, tell me about how long this has been going on and who initiated it.” Sam couldn’t help but blush as Cairo smiled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Cairo laughed softly at the flustered woman and playfully kicked her calf. When a minute passed by with no answer, Cairo raised her eyebrows expectantly.

Sam playfully scoffed and shook her head before begrudgingly starting.

#jenna ortega #tara carpenter #ghostfaceaddams #sam carpenter #scream fanfic #scream franchise #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x oc #tara carpenter fic #gfaddamswritingcorner

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IM SO SORRY TO BOTHER YOU MY LOVE, BUT I HAD A GREAT FIC IN MIND

okay okay so basically the Curtis have a sister (which isn’t the reader) ANYWAYS the Curtis is sister is friends with us and the Curtis family knows us bc they see us as there sister too ykwim? BUT WE HAVE NVR MET THE GANG AND WHEN WE DO JOHNNY (or anyone u also want) HAS A CRUSH ON US. 😱

sorry I got a little ahead of myself 😛 but yeah 😚

↳she’s just like candy!₊˚✧

➬ johnny cade x fem!reader

a/n;i did fem!reader, hope that’s alright!! and U DIDN’T GET AHEAD OF YOURSELF I LOVE LONG REQS!! and i love seeing you in my inbox<3 i spent most of my time talking abt the gang..ruh roh.

you and aaliyah had been friends since grade school!

the two of you are attached to the hip, the moon to her sun!

you’re always at her house, studying, gossiping, everything!

you’ve met her brothers, they’re all real sweet to you!

your favourite out of the bunch is probably sodapop.

he’s the type of guy to gossip with the two of you.

“and then beth started to pretend that she never dated david!”

“she what?!”

“who’s beth again? is it the blond one?”

“yes, soda.”

“SHE DID NOT.”

you always hear aaliyah talk about the “gang” and you can’t help but ask about them every time, but you always get the same response.

“you wouldn’t want to meet them. they’re total idiots. imagine 3 sodapops but ones a violent drunk, a criminal, and his best friend.”

“but you talked about 4 other guys before. who’s the other one?”

“johnny cade. he’s the best one there, possibly.”

that’s the most you ever heard about the gang, other than the insane stories you hear.

you’ve always wanted to meet them! but aaliyah always said, “nah, at least one of ‘em would fall head over heels for you. i ain’t tryna have either one of ‘em steal my best friend!”

one day after school, you were walking to her house together, had a huge test coming up, so you thought it’d be good to study together.

well—that was before some drunkard wearing a mickey mouse shirt came busting into your friends room.

“hey aaliyah! wait, who’s that?!”

“my literal best friend?”

“aww-”

“you have other friends than us?”

aaliyah turned her head to face you with possibly the most unamused face you’ve ever seen and mouthed ‘can you believe him?’

you chuckled at their bickering as the man walked up behind you two and threw his arms around your necks to bring you closer to him.

“ain’t you gonna introduce me?”

“no. she’s MY friend, back off two-bit.”

your eyes widened, it was nice to finally put a face to a name after all this time.

it was a miracle that you didn’t know any one of them, but whatever.

you smiled and turned to face two-bit.

“i’m y/n, it’s lovely to finally meet you.”

“AND SHE’S A SWEETHEART. how could you not introduce us..she had to do it herself! you’re so rude!”

he shouted as he backed off and put a hand on his heart as he fake-fainted onto aaliyah’s bed.

“two-bit, sodapop told me to tell you—oh, who’s your friend?”

some guy asked as he stood at the door way.

he looked dirty, had what looks like cake all over his mouth, had no shirt on, and looked like he breathed in hair grease.

“that’s y/n! aaliyah’s FRIEND we ain’t know about!”

“can you guys leave us alone??”

the dude in the doorways mouth slowly opened wide as he shouted,

“SODA!! WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME OUR SISTER HAS OTHER FRIENDS?!”

you then heard loud stomping towards the room.

“STEVE YOU MEAN, *MY* SISTER? and that’s y/n. she’s the best. introduce yourself to her.”

and introduce himself he did!

he extended his arm out and smiled, with chocolate cake all over his teeth.

“steve randle!”

the curits sister leaned over and whispered in your ear as you were about to take his hand to shake,

“i wouldn’t take that. i can’t remember the last time i seen his willingly wash his hands.”

with that new found knowledge, you slowly put your hand away, smiling and nodding at him.

“y/n l/n.”

“WELL, Y/N..COME MEET THE REST OF THE GANG!”

two-bit shouted, hopping off aaliyah’s bed.

“if you take her to see dallas, so god help me, two-bit.”

“too late.”

he basically sung as he dragged you into the living room of the house where the three brothers your familiar with sat with two boys you were unfamiliar with.

“hey y/n!”

“hi sodapop.”

you greated him as the other brothers waved at you.

“who’s this?”

“dallas, c’mon.”

whispered the dude, who was smaller than the rest, sitting next to ponyboy.

the ‘dallas’ stood up and walked directly infront of you, to look you up and down.

“you don’t know me, sweetheart?”

“..nah.”

“leave her alone, dal.”

the quiet kid said, almost shaking in his seat as dallas kissed his teeth and shook his head.

he walked off out of the house for some reason.

you made your way towards the only guy you didn’t know, but you can use context clues.

that must be johnny cade, the ‘best one there’

“hey, thank you. i’m y/n.”

“i heard, i’m, uh johnny.”

johnny thought you were beautiful from afar, but when you’re upclose and smiling at him, you were like a greek goddess.

your eyes shinned real bright, even though the curtis’s lighting wasn’t that good.

your features suited the rest of you, complimenting every inch of ya.

johnny couldn’t muster anything but his name when he saw you.

“Y/N! COME BACK, I CAN’T HOLD STEVE OFF ANYMORE!”

“AALIYAH I AM NOT FINISHING YOUR DIRTY WORK.”

“FAKE MOTHERFUCK-”

you rolled your eyes as you walked back to your friends room, waving goodbye to the boys on the couch.

johnny waved back, with a lovestruck look in his eyes.

“someones whipped, huh?”

ponyboy whispered in his ear as he nudged his friend, with a grin.

“man, shut up!”

maybe he was whipped.

he started goin’ to the curtis house when school ended just for a chance to see you.

and it worked—sometimes.

but when it did, he always tries to have at least 10 minutes of your time.

“he-hey y/n! come here for a minute..please?”

“sure, johnny! what’s up?”

“nothin’, just wanted to ask how you were.”

he checks his appearance more than ever since you met him.

started carrying around those combs you see greasers use in the movie ‘grease.’

he totally just, stares at you, when you’re around.

the gang sees it and knows johnny has a little thing for you.

and so does the curtis sister.

“what did i tell ya?! i told you one of them would fall head over heels for you, AND ONE OF ‘EM DID!”

johnny goes out of his way to show up to school every once and awhile for you.

shit, it’s happened so much the two of you started hanging out, PRIVATELY!

he legit pictures your guys ‘dates’ before they happen.

he likes you so much, its SICKENING.

making me sick just writing about it.

now, even you yourself has to admit that johnny cades a cute lookin’ guy.

and johnny KNOWS you’re a cute girl, and the gang sure as hell knows that he thinks that.

“look johnny, it’s your girlfriend.”

“DALLAS, SHUT UP.”

may 22nd, 2023. 11:42PM

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny x reader #johnny cade x reader #puppy love fr

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