#being 17 is hard yo

[zriasstuff]

All because i liked a boy

Theodore Nott x reader

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Summary: Theo is dating Pansy, but is also seeing you secretly behind her back. What happens when you get sick of that and present him an ultimatum. Will it be her or you? And what if a unexpected friendship develops from all this?

It’s your last year at hogwarts, so that makes you about 17/18 yo.

Everything about your clandestine meetups behind the quidditch field was morally wrong. As you’re walking up to your meetup spot, you feel the urge to stop yourself and go back to your dorm. You want to, and most importantly should stop making the same mistake again and again. But your lack of self control would be the eventual death of you.

Actually, no. Theodore Nott would be the eventual death of you. He was the reason for your lack of self control.

The freezing January air made it impossible to breathe, your red nose hurting from every drawn breath. Shivers ran through your body, all the way to your head where you were experiencing a first hand brain freeze. How was it possible that this is what your life has come to.

Through the foggy air, you eventually make out a tall and lean figure, approaching you with arms crossed and head down. Death has arrived.

“My bad on suggesting to meet up here in this crappy weather, but my dorm is occupied”, he breathed out while clouds of vapor escaped his mouth.

“What about the library then?”, you suggested. Any place inside would be better than this.

“No”, he decisively rejects your idea while shaking his head.

“Why not”, you ask.

“You know why”, he says, sounding increasingly annoyed.

“I don’t” You do. You know exactly why. You want to hear him say it.

“Don’t do this”

“I really don’t know”

“Stop, I really don't want to do this right now” Theo let out a repressed huff with his head lowered. One of his hands that was in his jacket pocket began ruffling through his hair. Whenever he was uneasy he did that.

“Fine”, you let it go. Truth be told, you were also afraid that you wouldn’t be able to digest what Theo would say. On one side, you knew that this was wrong. But on the other hand, admitting it was wrong meant that you would have to end it, otherwise it would make you guys horrible people.

Not that you weren’t horrible people now, but saying it just made it all the more real. Real is bad. Reality sucks. It was easier to hide in a bubble.

Theo looks you in the eyes again, assessing that this probably wasn’t a great time to do anything. But he didn’t want to make you feel like trash either.

“So how was your day?”, he awkwardly asks.

“We don’t have to do this, don’t pretend you actually care”, you sigh. His attempt was meant well, but it was futile. He could never make you feel fully cared for. And that was alright. You know you don’t deserve it anyway.

“I do care”, he exhales while nailing you with his intense stare.

“For your dirty mistress? How naive do you think i am”

“So you do want to do this right now” You thought you didn’t, but today seemed to be especially hard on you. Perhaps it was the stress from classes, perhaps it was the passive aggressive letter you got from your parents, or perhaps it was Theo barely acknowledging your existence in between classes.

“If not now, when then? I'm getting sick of not talking about it” It was time to face reality and put your fears aside.

“I thought you were okay with this”, he raised his voice confusingly.

“With being your side chick who can’t be seen or associated with you in public? Am I okay with seeing you prance around with Pansy, while I have to meet you out here like this?”

“Hey I'm not the bad guy who is forcing you to do this”

Theodore Nott wasn’t forcing you to do anything. No. He would just call you baby behind closed doors. Buy you flowers. Secretly spend nights with you. Anything a boyfriend would do, just without the emotional attachment.

And Pansy. His girlfriend he actually prances around with. His girlfriend who thinks she means the world to him. This slippery slope with Theodore down to where you were now started approximately four months ago. He had gotten into a really bad fight with her and at a party he started flirting with you. He lied about having broken up with her.

The worst part— you didn’t even find out up until two months later. In those two months he had obviously made up with her and didn’t end it, but he was sneaky. You had to give him credit for having juggled the two of you for that long without either noticing. You guess it helped that you were in Gryffindor. But after two months Theo got tired of being on edge all the time, so he decided to make his relationship with Pansy public again.

Why didn't you end it with him back then? Good question. All you remember is a bunch of unconvincing bullshit from him. But as unconvincing as it was, he gave you a sense of comfort. And although he didn’t make you feel fully cared for, he was still better than your supposed friends. Those two months you lived in the unknown were special, you had to admit. You felt special. But even the brightest spark eventually dies out.

“I know you’re not forcing me, but I'm getting fucking exhausted of this. And I feel terrible about Pansy”

“Why do you even care about her?”

“WHY DON’T YOU?!”, you suddenly burst out. Yes, he chose her over you because he had been together with her before you got together with him. Admittedly, he’s treating her better than you. But you don’t hate her. She actually didn't do anything. And unlike you, she isn't actively hurting you. It was so frustrating to know that you were choosing some guy over the “girls protect girls” vow. All because you couldn’t handle being alone again. Pathetic.

“Do you realize how ridiculous you sound Theo? Saying you like both of us, but in reality you treat both of us like shit.”

“Well what do you want me to do?”, he angrily asked.

“I'm giving you an ultimatum. Either you break up with me and stay with her. Or you tell her and deal with her breaking up with you. If she doesn’t, and if you also don’t, then I will anyway”

Perhaps it sounded a bit too extreme at the moment. You were definitely the last person to talk about morals, but it wasn’t too late yet. In the long run, it would benefit Theo too. A huge weight was finally going to be lifted off of your shoulders.

“Please, you’re not thinking straight”, he pitifully pleads in a last attempt to escape his responsibility and ultimately reality.

“I mean this works just fine. Pansy is happy, I can make you happy, and i promise you won’t feel like a dirty mistress”

A scoff is all you’re able to respond with. “You got until the end of the week, otherwise I will immediately cut off any ties with you”

Are you as important to Theo as he says you are? It’s wrong, but innerly you wish that he would break up with Pansy without telling her. That would be ideal for you. Freaking Theodore Nott, who showed you what kind of person you really were.

The next day, you caught Theo and Pansy making out in the hallways. “Ugh get a room”, you think to yourself. The day after, still no change. And on the day after that, everything was still the same. And as one could imagine, on the fourth day, still nothing.

With Friday approaching, Theo would only have two more days to make his decision according to your ultimatum. Perhaps he thought that you didn’t mean it seriously, but you did. You swore to yourself that if after two days still nothing happened, you’d break up with him. “Break up”, as in quit being fuck buddies, it wasn’t like you were in a real relationship.

Consumed by your own thoughts, you apparently missed McGonagall's announcement. Suddenly half the class was packing their stuff and getting up.

“Hey what’s going on”, you ask a guy sitting in front of you.

“Did you seriously not pay attention?”, he hisses.

“What do you think, smart-ass, since I’m asking you right now?” This was not the time to be lecturing you.

“We got a new seating arrangement, she just read out all the pairs who are going to be sitting next to each other. I think you’re with Pansy”

Shit. You swallow hard at the mention of her name.

“You sure?”, you ask dumbfounded.

“I mean she’s walking up to you right now”, he says shrugging his shoulders, “anyway gotta go”

You hope to fuck that he was wrong. But after turning around frantically, you observe that Pansy was in fact walking up to you. Out of all forty students, of course you would be next to her.

“Heyyy, looks like we’re going to be stuck with each other for a semester. Cute bracelet by the way, where’d you get it?”, she greets you in quite a chipper tone.

“You’re boyfriend actually got it for me after our first time”, is what you would say if you didn’t lie. Instead you reply “thanks, a friend got it for me but I don’t know from where”

“Y’know I actually have a really similar one”, she says as she’s sitting down next to you and pulls up her sleeve, “Theo gave it to me”. It was basically the same bracelet, just in gold instead of silver. So, what were the chances that Theo bought several bracelets in the same shop and just gave them out to whoever he fancied at the moment. Not even the slightest effort.

“How sweet”, you force yourself to say in the happiest tone you can manage.

“So what’s going on in your life?”, she continues the conversation, “I just realized that I barely know anything about you, even though we’ve known each other since year one”

You almost want to say “trust me, you don’t want to know what’s going on in my life”. Instead you say “nothing much, I’ve been thinking about maybe trying out for the quidditch team”

“Oh how cool, I’ve seen you fly in class, you totally should try out. You know during the last game between Slytherin and Gryffindor Blaise did this really funny thing where…”

What Blaise did, you’ll never know because you tuned out. But what you do know now is that Pansy is actually an incredibly nice person. In just five minutes she has shown you support, complimented you and began talking to you like you were her new friend. Perhaps she thought you could be friends. After the lesson ended, you felt almost carefree. You guys barely got any work done, but instead gossiped about anything that came to mind. Time practically passed away in seconds, and you were just hugging Pansy goodbye before going separate ways. Nothing felt weird at all until…

As you’re about to pull away from the hug, you catch Theo staring intensely from the corner of your eye. Was he suspecting something? Truth be told, you could’ve inquired more about his and Pansy’s relationship, but you decided to not be nosy. The less you knew, the better.

Later on, after you spent hours feeling like an empty shell of a human being, you slouch to your dinner table. During the day your thoughts felt like a huge, untieable knot, so you decided to ignore everything. When all classes ended, you immediately hopped into bed, rolling around, slowly rotting. Feeling nothing was better than thinking too much. There was simply too much. There was the question of whether you were a terrible human being, wondering if you should completely rebrand yourself, thinking about what Theo would do and about how it would affect Pansy, and so much more. In the end, nothing would be answered by just thinking about it.

Even while eating dinner, you have to restrain yourself from letting your most inner thoughts wander. Though, Pansy sure added fuel to the fire by smiling at you. Genuinely flashing you the purest, brightest smile. For no reason at all. Just to be nice probably. Instead of smiling back like a normal human being, you almost choke on your water.

This was it. You couldn’t pretend to be unbothered. You had to end it. You hated that option because it meant that Theo could escape from his responsibility, but it also meant that you could redeem yourself. Right? After all, you also carried some of that responsibility.

To contact Theo, you wrote “meet me at astronomy tower, important!” on a small piece of paper and slipped it into his hand after dinner was over. Hopefully no one saw that transaction. Since everyone always pushed another, it was only natural to bump into someone and touch their hand or arm.

Halfway on your way to the tower, you question if all this had been a huge mistake. Would you even have the guts to do what you had set out to do ? Theo could be so goddamn persuasive sometimes.

On your last few steps you lose a bit of balance and barely make it to the balcony, feeling like you would collapse any time soon. It even takes you a second to realize that Theo was already there. Before he turned around you just thought that it was some random guy.

“How were you faster than me”, you huff completely out of breath.

“I have my ways”, he says. “So why’d you want to meet me here”, he asks, seeming disturbingly nonchalant. As if he couldn’t guess the possible reasons.

“I want this to be as quick and painless as possible”, you begin. You gain an eyebrow raise from the otherwise collected looking guy.

“Let’s just officially end this. You and me. We are officially over.”

You were pretty sure that you didn’t sound as confident as you wish you had, but nonetheless you had done it. Officially calling the breaks would be your ticket to a normal life again. Whew did that feel freeing. But this wasn’t fully over yet.

“I thought it was up to me”, Theo sounded agitated now.

“Well i changed my mind”

“That’s not fai-“

“Seriously, Theo, you want to talk about fair ?”

“So what if i told you that I would’ve chosen you over Pansy”, he tells you while throwing his arms around. “You just want to give up like a coward?”, he spits at you, blowing up in anger and disbelief. His widening eyes and clenching jaw told you were enough to convince you that he was full on serious.

Is that what you were doing? Giving up on something genuine? You never thought about it in that way. Sure, your connection to Theo was undeniably strong, but were you ready for actual commitment?

“You don’t get to say that”, you defensively say as you take a step back. He immediately gets in your face again.

With tears forming in your eyes, threatening to spill out, and quivering lips, you try your best to curve your mouth upward and take your last stand.

“I am not giving up. We never had anything to begin with because you were a coward.”

He steps even closer, his nose touching yours. His dead brown eyes looked hauntingly beautiful in the moment. “But don’t you see, I want to give us a try”

“I CAN’T DO THIS THEO”, you yell in his face, not caring that your tears streamed down your face. All that bottled up anger came down to this. “WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND, THERE IS NO US.” Just as you say that, you frantically tear off his gifted silver bracelet and throw it in his face. “We’re done Theodore” are your last words before storming off.

When you notice him following, you run even faster, yelling “STOP FOLLOWING ME FOR FUCKS SAKE”. Eventually you stop hearing his footsteps, and you allow yourself to break down in an empty corridor. You keep muttering “it’s for the best” as a way of reassurance, but you don’t even know if that’s true anymore.

That night you went to sleep, wanting nothing but to drown out everything. Instead you got a fucking nightmare about the entire events at the astronomy tower. Only, you were watching from the third person point of view this time.

Luckily, as you wake up, you realize that it was a Saturday, so you could be in peace a little longer. Apparently you also woke up pretty late because you were alone in the dorm. Great, your “friends” didn’t even bother pretending to include you. It was always like that. They were nice to your face, but actively excluded you. What was it about you that alienated you from everyone?

*BANG*

HOLY FUCK.

You suddenly jolt up and watch Pansy come through the door. She looked furious and extremely messy. You notice her heavy eye bags and smeared mascara.

“YOU WANT TO TELL ME WHY THE FUCK YOUR BRACELET WAS ON THEOS NIGHTSTAND?!?”, she shouts, probably loud enough for everyone in Gryffindor to hear.

“What are you talking ab-” It was mid sentence when you realize that you in fact threw your bracelet in Theo’s face yesterday and that Pansy recognised it from McGonagall's class.

There was no point in lying. “Pansy please I can explain”, you desperately choke out, feeling a knot in your throat.

“Fuck you. I actually liked you, but i guess you are just another snake”

Before you can actually explain yourself, she already left. All by yourself, you begin to sob. Perhaps your “friends” were right in excluding you. You wouldn’t even want to be friends with yourself.

This mess you were in— what if you never went to that party where you met Theo? But that wasn’t even the most important part. You had to find a way to make it up to Pansy.

Argh this is it…for now ? So if you read the deleted original fic “Baby”, you will recognise the first part, but not the rest. I asked if you wanted a pt.2, but then i realised i could just make all of it into one, longer part. I really really hope you found this if you read “Baby”. And who knows maybe this storyline will continue.

Also thank you for the people who commented, i tagged y’all (except for two i couldn’t find), so you could find this more easily. @onyxwingsandcrowblackdreams @princessofsilverandserpents @pumpkinchee @laur20a23 @ladyblablabla @the-mrs-malik-styles @boomdolle @mmeskywalker

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[azsazz]

Midnight Muse (Part 22)

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: Smut!

Word Count: 4,106

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For the third time tonight you catch yourself bobbing your head and mouthing along to the words of the song blaring through the walls instead of reading the words in the art history book that you’re staring at. 

Cursing, you toss your pencil into the crease of the textbook and lie your head in your hands. You’ve read the same page three times over but you haven’t absorbed one ounce of information. It’s something about the art in ancient Rome and the different ways God figures are portrayed. 

Your phone buzzes from the spot next to you and you can’t help but grin. You’d declined an invite to another one of Cassian’s infamous parties because you have a test on Monday and you can’t afford to fail. You barely passed the first one by the skin of your teeth and you’ll be damned if you don’t pass this class with less than a B. Azriel had even pestered you about it for a bit, but ultimately left you to focus on your schoolwork, or, as much as half of your attention on the page you could manage.

A: I can’t believe you’re studying right now. I can’t even focus on my drawing. How are you doing it?

Y: You’ve trained me in the art of studying with loud backgrounds, don’t you remember? You quickly follow that text up with another. Y: I should’ve joined in on the fun instead. I’m going to fail art history, anyway. I could really use a shot right now.

Azriel’s response pings your phone faster than Cassian saying something sexual. A: How about something else that might cheer you up? ;)

A puff of laughter chokes out. Checking the time in the corner of your screen your smile falls and you want to groan. You’ve only been attempting to study for forty five minutes.

Y: As mood improving that might be, I really need to study. This sucks. 

To garner some extra sympathy, you tack on a frowning emoji at the end.

A: It’s not that hard, princess.

It’s a bold move to reply: Y: Your cock? Or art history? But you hit send anyway.

A: Both, but the pair can be remedied.

Y: Come over.

There’s a sudden slamming of a bedroom door through the wall that startles you, then forces you into a fit of giggles, realizing how eager Azriel had been to escape his apartment and see you.

The thought sends butterflies off in your stomach and your heart kicks giddily in response. You’re just as excited as he is, shoving your chair back from your desk and bounding towards the door.

Soft light from the lamp in the corner of the living room washes the apartment in a warmth that feels like you’re being cuddled. The rest of the apartment is dark, empty. Feyre had popped her head into your room earlier, asking if you wanted to go to the party next door but at that point in the night you were still determined in your studying, waving her on without you.

There’s a soft knock on the door and when you tug it open Azriel is barging inside, all but tackling you on his way inside. His hands find your hips like a magnet and you’re swept up in the heat of his body as it collides with yours as he sweeps you further into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. 

“Hurry,” he whispers, and his long strides are no match for your shorter legs. You feel like you’re tripping, tangled up in him, but he holds you steady, firm, like a rock you’ve been missing from your life.

It’s quite nice.

Azriel reaches behind himself to lock your door before he’s turning back to you and planting a kiss to your forehead. “Before Tarquin sees me.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. He’s snug in his usual garb, a black t-shirt that clings to his body like a second skin. His jeans sit low on his hips, the waistband of his briefs calling your name. The fact that you know what’s beneath these clothes is as intoxicating as his blissful scent: night-chilled mist and cedar.

“Who’s Tarquin?” 

“Old friend,” Azriel huffs. “He was just arriving at the party. If he saw me he would’ve wanted me to tap the keg with him and I’d much rather be here, tapping you, princess.”

You shove playfully at his chest but Azriel catches your wrists and pulls you back into him for a popper kiss. You fall into it, body relaxing and even pressing yourself further into him. His hands slide around your waist and over the curve of your ass where he grabs a handful, sighing contently against your lips.

He’s been the perfect gentleman since the chat you shared at Rita’s, and has even offered to walk you to and from your classes, though you suspect that has more to do with Lucien than not wanting you walking alone, even though you share most of your classes with Feyre.

“Hi,” you whisper when he pulls away only to rest his forehead against yours. His golden eyes bore into yours and you can see the happiness swimming there.

You can also feel it against your stomach. 

“Hey,” he answers just as softly. “I missed you.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” you remind him, but your chest flutters a little because you missed him too. You’d allowed Azriel to walk you home after your last class of the day but had drawn the line at the door that he pressed you up against, using that wicked mouth of his to try and convince you to let him inside. After a thorough minute of persuasion, he’d backed off, leaving you with a cheeky wink and both your mind and your cunt screaming at you to call him back. 

“Yeah but dealing with Cassian feels like a lifetime has gone by sometimes,” he jokes, following you eagerly as you lead him through your apartment towards your room. It hits you then that he hasn’t properly been inside of your apartment before, only having seen it when he walked in on accident, but there will be time for a tour later, right now you want him in your room. Preferably on your bed.

“What was he doing this time?” you squeal when he pinches your ass and you glare at him over your shoulder. 

“Sorry, princess, I couldn’t resist,” Azriel grins and you can’t help but smile with him. When the corners of his mouth pull high there’s a crinkle around his glowing golden eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. He looks younger, sweeter with that smile on his face. Azriel is a handsome man. “He was trying to get me to join in on the party. Think he was trying to rally some girls to play flip cup or something.” 

Azriel frowns when he steps into your room, not because he notices that the head of your bed nearly perfectly aligns with where his is pushed up against the wall you share, but because of the loud music humming through said wall. He knows it must be even louder when he’s the one blasting tunes at all hours of the night, but he hadn’t realized just how thin the walls were.

“Sounds a lot more entertaining than art history,” you grumble a little, slumping back into your chair at your desk. Your body warms as Azriel comes to stand behind you, planting a hand on the surface and resting his chin on your head as he leans over to look at your textbook.

“Ancient Rome,” he comments, and you can feel the delicious rumble of his full-toned voice. It makes you shiver in your seat, and you wonder if he notices you tensing, trying to stifle your reaction to his single word. “It’s not that hard, princess.”

“Of course you would be good at it,” you groan, slumping back in your seat. It causes Azriel to slip away, planting himself firmly on the edge of your desk. “You’re good at everything.” His golden eyes twinkle as he preens. You narrow your eyes at his smirk. “Oh, shut up.”

“Didn’t even say anything, princess,” he muses. “If I help you out with art history, will you be good for me, too?” 

You can’t help the rush of arousal spilling into your veins like adrenaline. The way he’s staring down at you through lowered lids, smirk turned into a face more serious, it’s a taunt as much as it is an offer.

“You wish,” you murmur back. There’s no heat to your response because it’s all collected between your thighs that you’re pressing firmly together.

“I do,” Azriel responds, gaze fiery.

And, well, those catacombs will still be there tomorrow. 

You allow Azriel to pull you up from your chair and into his chest. His hands find your hips while you wrap yours around his neck, amiring one another. It’s a soft moment backed by the buzzing bass of Cassian’s party but you couldn’t be happier right now, with Azriel holding you in his arms. 

You trail your fingers down his chest and he watches you, bright eyes never leaving yours as you swiftly slide them under the hem of his shirt. You can feel his cock hardening in his pants as you slide across his abdomen, reveling in the smooth skin of his chest, fingers dancing over the ridges of muscle. 

His grip tightens on your hips but you urge him with a soft tug to take the shirt off. Reluctantly, Azriel removes his hands from you only long enough to rip the shirt over his shoulders and then they’re back, pulling you closer than before.

You trace the line of his jaw and he allows you to drink in your fill of him because you’re looking at him like you’ve just found your inspiration for your next project, and he likes that raw look in your eyes, likes being the one you’re solely focused on. 

Moving downwards, you follow the line of his collarbones, fingering at the whorling ink there, like shadows of the night. They expand up across his broad shoulders and Azriel shivers when you lean in and flick your tongue against them, as if you can somehow taste their night-chilled forms.

Azriel’s breath hitches in his throat as you take your time inspecting each and every single one of his tattoos. The way you’re looking at him, the way you’re touching him makes him harder than a rock, and his cock strains painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He won’t move until you’re done, though, he won’t dare to break your concentration. 

Wrapped up in the black of his shadows are two cupids, bows fully loaded and ready to launch their arrows. On his arm, the tattoo of the female warrior you’d noticed at lunch when you were secretly admiring it, trying to figure out who it was. 

“Who is this?” you ask softly, and his answer is just as quiet, not wanting to shatter the trance you both seem to be stuck in.

“Nemesis. The goddess of vengeance,” Azriel explains, and your eyes are soft with grief when they flick upwards to meet his. He’s smiling softly at you though, and tenderly tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. He nods his head towards his other arm, showing you the other scrawled across that bicep. “This is Eleos, goddess of forgiveness.”

You can’t help the urge to surge forward and kiss him. His tattoos serve as reminders of a life he once lived, one filled with rage and hurt, the yearning to harm his step-brothers a forceful one. As time went on and his hands healed, he’d gotten that tattoo of Eleos, not because he was forgiving any of his family for how he’d been treated, but a year later when he was learning how to forgive himself for the time spent hating what had been done to his hands. 

And with those hands, Azriel lifts you into his arms. He’s kissing you just as passionately as you’re kissing him because without even an explanation, you seem to understand the artwork poked into his skin. 

He places you on the bed and follows you up onto it but you’re not done with your exploration yet. With little coaxing, you find yourself straddling Azriel, pulling away from a dizzying kiss and resuming your pandering of his body. 

An image of a winged man falling from the sky on the side of his ribcage, and two wings defining the hard muscle leading to the tent in his pants that makes your mouth water. These wings are feathered, unlike the membranous bat-like ones painted large across his back. Each and everyone is more captivating than the last, and as your fingers hover around the waistband of his pants, you lean forward and lick a long stripe over those wings.

“Fuck,” Azriel curses, hips jolting at the movement. His hands smooth your hair from your face where it’s falling with the angle and all of a sudden you want to feel those hands fisting around your hair, guiding your head while your mouth is full of his cock. “Princess,” Azriel warns, but the sound is choked, “I thought you were studying.”

“I am,” you answer, unbuttoning his pants. Azriel’s not doing a lot to help you focus on that work though, and you won’t be able to focus until you’ve tasted him, felt him like the piece of artwork he is. “I’m cashing in on my reward early.”

He hums, helping you rid him of his pants and briefs. His cock sticks out and it’s one of the best looking cocks you’ve seen in your life. It’s pink and leaking at the tip, ready for you to wrap your lips around. 

“You don’t have to—” Azriel’s words dispel into a rough moan when you take him into your hand and lick his slit. The taste of him explodes on your tongue, just as heady and delightful as the rest of him is. You know that you don’t have to, but with a tug of your hand up his shaft while you suck the head of his cock into your mouth his fingers tighten in your hair and you want this, you really really want this.

Swirling your tongue teasingly around the head of his cock, you jerk and twist the length of him. On reflex, Azriel tries to shove you further down on his cock and you allow it, moaning around his length when he hits the back of your throat.

You take him as far as you can, reveling in the noises he makes in response to your movements. When you suction your cheeks in, lathing your tongue wet and wild across his silky cock, when you use your grip on his base to jerk him off when you need to come up from air. You keep the crown of his cock in your mouth because he seems to love the warmth of your breath as you pant around him. 

“Princess,” he hisses when you twist your hand, “Fuck, baby, need you to stop or I’m gonna cum.” 

Gods, do you want that. Before you can eagerly continue your ministrations, Azriel is easing you away from his cock, his hands tearing at your clothing. You’re distracted by the way his hands slide under the fabric of your shirt, and you’re trying to relieve yourself of your clothing so you can feel more of those hands on your bare skin.

“Come here, gorgeous,” Azriel pants, pressing your naked body flush against his. You slant your mouth over his as you grind against him, your clit throbbing with need.  

“Condom,” you breathe between kisses. His hands smooth from your hips up your back and down again, guiding your hips to drag your cunt against his shaft.

“Pocket,” Azriel answers, unable to tear his mouth from yours. You strain over the side of the bed but are able to retrieve the condom with ease. You don’t even take the time to scoff at him for stuffing there out of convenience before he came over, because he clearly knew where the night was going to end up. 

You tear off the corner of the foil and roll it down his hot cock. Azriel’s golden eyes are hot on your body as he pulls you closer to him for another kiss. He’s addicted to your taste on his lips, the feeling of your body pressed against his. 

And you’re addicted to him just as much. The way he caresses every inch of your skin like you’re the finest piece of art he’s finally able to touch. The words that roll so effortlessly off of that wicked tongue of his, good for more than taunting you. 

“When is ‘yet?’” you ask, kissing across his chest. 

Azriel blinks, looking down at you with the cutest furrow of his dark brows. “What?”

You huff laugh at his confusion but are unable to keep your wet pussy from sliding across his heavy cock. The movement causes the both of you to moan and you melt a little against the warmth of his chest.

“You told Rita that I’m not your girlfriend yet,” you explain, finding the strength to continue your path down his body. You lap over one of his nipples and enjoy the way Azriel’s muscles flex. “So, when is ‘yet?’”

Azriel’s fingers find your chin, stopping you from biting between his pectorals like you want. He looks just as devastated by that thought as you are. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you? We haven’t even had our first date yet,” he teases and you fail to bite back your grin.

Your first date is tomorrow, and you have no idea what he has planned. You’re pretty sure that there’s no way that he’s going to be able to beat your first kiss at the museum, but if there’s one thing you’ve learned about Azriel, it’s that he’s full of surprises.

“We shared a milkshake,” you pout, squirming as he pokes at your sides. You enjoy the way that his chest shakes with laughter.

“And that counts as a date?” he questions, quirking a brow. You settle against him, even though your cunt is screaming at you to shift a little lower and sit on his cock. Azriel strokes soothing lines up your body, enjoying the feel of your smooth skin beneath his marred fingertips. 

You shrug, “If you want it to.” 

He puffs out a laugh. “You’re low maintenance.”

“For now,” you grin, poking his nose. “But that wasn’t an answer, Azriel.”

He can’t help himself, craning forward to kiss you. You draw him in like a magnet, and he’s never felt this raw need to be around someone before. When he first met you, he’d thought it a coincidence, how you kept running into each other, how he wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you. 

Now, he knows it’s much more than that.

“And is this answer imperative to how the rest of the night goes?” He asks, rubbing his cock in a long stroke across your wet cunt. 

You gasp, bucking back against him, but you want your answer, first.

“I mean, I can go next door and—”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence, princess,” Azriel growls, grabbing your hips to roll you over. You squeak at the swift movement and suddenly you’re pressed into the mattress with Azriel’s looming form towering over you. His gold eyes are sharp with possessiveness. It makes you tingle. “You’re all fucking mine.”

He follows his words by nestling the head of his cock between your folds. You squirm, trying to get him to press further into you but Azriel holds steady, even through your teasing.

“If I’ll have you, you mean,” your chest heaves with anticipation, your fingernails already digging into his skin. You want him inside of you right fucking now, and you’re regetting taunting him already. “Which means you’d have to ask me, though. See if I even want you back.”

“Oh, but I know you do, princess,” Azriel’s voice takes on the low edge that makes you want to scream. His cock inches further into your needy cunt and he nips the shell of your ear. “I know you want this all to yourself.”

Your keen betrays your words. “S’not that special,” you slur blissfully. You already feel so full with the head of his cock teasing that bundle of nerves that had your stomach coiling already.

The feeling of your nails ripping at his skin tells Azriel differently.

He hums like he believes you, knuckles brushing torturously down the center of your body to play with your throbbing clit. His chest constricts with the way that your cunt strangles his cock and he takes a deep breath so he doesn’t come only from this; your stubbornness and the way that you’re wriggling on his cock.

“How about I show you how special my cock is, and then I ask you to be my girlfriend?” He proposes. 

“How about you ask me to be your girlfriend and then you show me how not special your cock is,” you counter, but you’ll do just about anything to have him pressing in all of the way.

“Fine,” Azriel relents. “But if I make you orgasm more than three times, you can’t call my cock ‘not special’ ever again. You have to refer to it as the most special cock you’ve ever had the pleasure of cumming on. Oh, and that it’s pretty too.” And fuck, it really is pretty like this, tucked into your tight heat.

“Kind of a mouthful, don’t you think?” you ask, whining as he pulls completely out of you to rub himself down the length of your cunt. That glowing look in his eyes makes you glare, but it’s shortlisted when he nudges himself back inside of you again.

“More than a mouthful, princess, as you well know,” Azriel smirks, and you pinch his side. It does little to deter him, though. “You want it? You’re going to have to agree to my terms.”

“Did you want a blood oath or…” he threatens to remove his cock again and you scramble, clawing at his hips to keep him inside of you. “Fine! Fine.”

Azriel leans down and the way that his cock plunges a centimeter further into your aching cunt has you gasping, moaning against his mouth. You want to bite that smirk right off of his lips but he tastes too good, and his tongue is swirling against yours, making you forget. “Was going to ask you to be my girlfriend anyway, princess, even if you hadn’t agreed.”

You shift your hips and it works to guide him a little further inside but it’s not enough. You feel hot, like you’re going to explode if he doesn’t start moving soon. You need to feel his entire length stretching you out, shoving the air from your lungs and taking you like he’s no longer in control of his body.

“Well, bully for you, Azriel.” You dig your nails into the meat of his back. “I’ll take some of the most special cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of cumming on,” you grit. “Though that is yet to be determined.”

Your taunt does nothing to irk him into moving, though. Instead, he’s smirking down at you again. “You forgot pretty, princess. It’s pretty too, isn’t it?”

“Come on then, pretty,” you groan, on the verge of screaming. 

“I don’t think so, I haven’t held up my part of the bargain yet.” The words are followed by him pressing himself the rest of the way inside of you, enjoying the way the tension leaves your body and has you melting for him. You want him to start moving, need him to start moving, but Azriel’s gone all serious all of a sudden, peppering you with kisses until you can focus on him once more. “Will you be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?”

“Yes,” you cry out, feeling so full your heart could burst. You drag Azriel in for a kiss that’s hot and desperate and a little sloppy. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, Az. Now, please move, baby, I need your cock.”

His gaze goes molten at the pet name the way you’re begging for him. He pulls his hips back and presses them forward again, finally giving you the friction you’ve both been desperately craving. 

“Of course, princess. Let’s give you what you need.”

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[leah-lover]

Arrogance. Alexia putellas x reader.

Let me know if you want a part 2.

You loved winning more than anything or anyone in the entire world and that was your biggest flaw. Brought up in the US soccer system, you were taught that winning is everything. You had set the precedent of joining the US women's national team as early as 17 years old which had never been done before. You were smart both academically and tactically. You graduated high school early, went to college early and proceeded to win the national championship all 4 years.

Your life always took the back seat to winning. You didn't have many friends. You didn't go out or party. You trained hard, you took care of your body, and followed a strict fitness routine. You were overall the best in your generation.

Being labeled as the best of your generation got into your head early in your life. Your strict regime made it hard for you to make friends and your cockiness and pride didn't help either. You were friendly but nobody ever dared to become your friend.

After college you moved on to the NWSL in which you won MVP , rookie of the year, and the championship in your first and second year. You had also won the world but at the same time. However, winning didn't fill the gap in your life that it once did. You didn't have to prove yourself anymore, you were renowned in the whole world as the best, everybody wanted to be you but no one wanted to be with you not long term at least. You were notorious for hooking up with people but you didn't want them to stay over for breakfast

As the years went on the international competition got harder. You were still the best but an upcoming Spaniard was raining on your parade. You were both head to head in matchies, a few tackles landing you warnings and yellow cards, and in awards. Both having very good stats you are head to head for the ballon d'or which she won that year.

You didn't talk to each other much. You can recall talking one or twice to each other . but you talked about one another a lot. The media seemed to spit you both against one another. You started hating each other in real life.

This summer your contract with Seattle fc came to its end and you chose not to renew. Offers were flying by but the one that caught your attention was Barcelona's offer.

They were willing to spend 1 million dollars on you. It was a precedent. No club had ever paid this much for a transfer. Thrie offer sticked your ego so much you accepted.

You have been playing at Barcelona for almost a season, scoring a hatrick at every game. Your relationship with your teammates didn't change. You were still space out.

The most important relationship was with your captain. Your rivalry with her was the second headline out of the b transfer. But you didn't pay her or the rivalry any attention.

Tonight you have achieved something you wanted to do for a long time. You have won the champion’s league. The locker room was celebrating the win and chanting your name. While everybody was dancing Alexia came to approached you and said “ congrats and thank u american”

“ no need capi.” you responded.

The flight back was fun, people were singing and dancing but the only thing you thought about was alexia. Her smell, her hand on your shoulder, her being thankful for you. You found yourself looking over to her from time to time. You weren't like this, you didn't day dream about people especially not the captain.

The celebration party took place in a bar. You were a few dink in when you looked over to you right yo find Alexia nursing a flute filled with champagne.

“Why aren't you dancing?” She asked.

“ I am not the type plus i am pretty sure y'all hate me.”

“And why is that “

“Don't know just a feeling.”

After that I went outside. I didn't smoke much but the nerves Alexia was giving me deserved some nicotine. As soon as I lit the cigarette I felt her hazel eyes glaring at me.

“ These things are gonna kill you, you know.”

“ I want to die young plus nobody would give a shit.”

“ I would give a shit if the most important person in my club was killing herself because she can't man up enough to talk to people. You hide behind your accomplishments. But you are just a normal girl just like any of us. You need people beside you.”

“ You are wrong about me. I am not scared of talking to people; they just would never understand me. I am a control freak. I don't like to give it up. People tend to hate that about me ” I say as I take the last puff of my cigarette. My eyes don't leave hers and the tension is through the roof.

“ I like to lose control from time to time.”

“ Capitana please don't play with me”

“ Currently I am not playing with you. Let me make you a deal. You go inside, have some fun and I will let you do what you want with the information you just heard.”

“ Why are you doing this?”

“ I don't know, I just care, I guess.

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[yuikomorii]

Happy 12th anniversary! 🎉

// I can’t believe so many years have passed since Ayato’s first CD drama, which marked the beginning of Diabolik Lovers and the introduction of my girl, Yui. Even if it got its flaws, I will continue to support this franchise! 💘

I have prepared an edit and a scenario for this special day! It's meant to be a "funny" one, so there will definitely be some cringe moments, but overall it's quite lighthearted. I sincerely hope you find it enjoyable! Besides, I had a blast writing Laito; he always channels my inner mischievousness.

Yui: Hmm… I believe I have all ingredients now!

( Come to think of it, the Sakamaki brothers are vampires but they surprisingly allowed me to celebrate Christmas this year. )

( It’s honestly so ironic that it makes me wonder whether or not they actually did it for… me? )

( A-Ah no, that’s definitely not the case! I’m probably just getting selfish at this point, but I genuinely do appreciate it. For this reason, I’ll try my best to cook all of their favorite dishes so as to show my gratitude! )

( Christmas is such a magical time of the year. It brings back memories of my father and I organizing the annual Christmas Mass together. We used to decorate the church and bake sweets for children, who were so cute when receiving them! Those were activities that truly brought joy to my heart… I sort of miss those times. )

( My father… I wonder, is he preparing for Christmas too? No, he most likely isn’t… )

( I don’t even know where he is to begin with but I truly hope he’s alright… )

( Anyway, I shouldn’t ruin the mood with those thoughts. Now that I've got everything ready for the dishes, I just need to find the right spot to hide Ayato-kun’s pre— )

Ayato: Yo, Chichinashi!

Yui: G-Geez! Ayato-kun, I told you already not to sneak up behind my back!

Ayato: Haa… Fine, fine, I’m sorry.

Yui: It’s— Eh?

( Wait a little, did he just apologize? )

Ayato: Why are you making such a dumb face? You don’t believe my words, do you?

Yui: Y-You got it wrong! It’s just that I wasn’t expecting Ayato-kun to apologize for something so trivial, you see.

Ayato: Hmm, I guess you’re not wrong. But, since Christmas is coming soon, it’d be a pity for Santa Claus to write me on the naughty list after trying to avoid it the whole year.

Yui: Naughty list…?

( Is it just me, or does Ayato-kun really believe Santa Claus will give him a present? I mean… Santa is told to only deliver them to children, and I'm not sure a 17-year-old still qualifies as one. )

( But I can’t straight up tell him that! It will only ruin the magic otherwise… Besides, when that thought crosses my mind, it somehow makes him appear so pure. )

Ayato: Hah? What are you grinning at? I swear, I've made an effort to be a good boy this year!

Yui: That’s really… amazing, Ayato-kun! I’m sure Santa will remember that!

Ayato: Heh? So you really think he’ll bring me something?

Yui: Uhm… Definitely!

( His eyes started sparking, I really can’t say “no” to that…! However, that only means I'll have to get him another gift so that he can have one from "Santa" and another one from me. )

B-By the way, I think I forgot to buy gingerbread syrup. I suppose I should leave before ——

Ayato: No, no, I’ll go!

Yui: You will? Ah, but you don’t have to! I was the one who forgo—…!

( He’s covering my mouth! )

Ayato: Stop blabbering already! Ore-sama offered to buy it for you, so you could try being a bit more grateful!

Yui: That’s… you’re right.

( Maybe it’s for the better. This way, I'll be able to find a hiding place for the present I already have for him. )

Ayato: I’ll be right back!

—Timeskip—

Ayato: Tsk, I can’t believe that shit was out of stock!

Chichinashi will surely be disappointed, if I come home with nothing! After all, she takes all that Christmas stuff seriously…

What's worse is that I tried really hard to find it, but it was already sold out by the time I arrived!

Tsk, damn it! Why must this be so complicated!?

Laito: Well, well. Seems like Ayato-kun is quite moody today.

Ayato: Get lost you pervert, it’s none of your business!

Laito: Haa… how rude of you, Ayato-kun. And there I was actually intending to give you this, but I guess you don’t need it anymore.

Bye bye~!

Ayato: Wait… What’s that thing in your hand?

Laito: What you ask? Nfu, it’s gingerbread syrup, of course. I was able to get the last one today.

Ayato: Wha—! Oi, you better give it to me or else—

Laito: Or else what~?

Ayato: I’ll—… Nevermind.

Look, you know I’m not into cheesy stuff but Chichinashi really loves Christmas, okay? Getting that gingerbread syrup might make her happy ‘cause maybe it’d remind her of how she celebrated it with her pops. That’s why… I can’t believe I’m saying this but… give it to me, please!

Laito: Woah, it’s honesty hour, hm?

Well, whatever, I don’t really care about that gingerbread syrup anyway, so you can take it if you want to.

Ayato: Really? Gr—

Laito: You didn’t let me finish though. I will only give it to you, if you promise me something.

Ayato: Hah? What the hell is it this time!?

Laito: No need to get so worked up~. All you have to do is to ensure that Bitch-chan consumes at least one glass of syrup at the time you bring it to her.

Ayato: That’s it? Pfft, easiest task ever!

Wait… almost a bit too easy.

Oi you perv, you better not plan something behind Ore-sama’s back, understood?

Laito: Normally I would, but Christmas is just around the corner, right? Who would risk being added to the naughty list at the last minute, right?

— hands Ayato the gingerbread syrup—

Place: Living room

Ayato: Yui! Yui! I’m back and look what I found!!

Yui: Good job, Ayato-kun! Thank you so much for helping me!

Ayato: Now take a seat!

— forces her to sit down —

Yui: Eh? What’s happening?

Ayato: Nothing to worry about, just drink this!

— shoves glass of syrup down her throat —

Yui: Mmh…!!

(What on earth!? I can’t breathe—!)

— Yui swallows it —

Ayato: So~, how is it?

— Yui starts coughing —

Yui: It’s… it’s not as sweet as I remembered. This one is quite bitter.

Ayato: Bitter? Don’t spout nonsense, gingerbread can’t be bitter!

Yui: Yeah… thought so too… but..

(My head started spinning around…)

Ayato: Are you even paying attention to what I’m saying?

Yui: Uuh… Sorry, Ayato-kun, I’m suddenly feeling so dizzy…

Ayato: How—?

( The heck’s wrong with her? Is it ‘cause she swallowed that too fast or…? )

Yui: Ayato-kun…

Ayato: What’s it?

Yui: Has anyone ever told you before that you are… extremely cute?

Ayato: Hah!? I mean, yeah, but what’s up with the random confession?

Yui: Eh? Am I not allowed to compliment the most adorable boy in the whole wide world…?

Ayato: Huh—?

Yui: You see, when I look at you like that… you might not be very clear, yet I can’t help but want to protect you…

Ayato: Protect me? D-Don’t say shit like that, it should be the other way around! After all, Ore-sama is the stron—!

(She pinned me down!?)

Yui: Fufu, you’re just so funny when you praise yourself like that…!

Everything about you is so beautiful… your hard yet nicely textured hair, your jade green eyes, your long eyelashes, your ——

Ayato: Tsk, get off me!

— pushes her away —

— Yui falls down —

Yui: Ngh…!

Ayato: …!

Oi! I… I didn’t mean to! Wait, gimme your hand!

— Yui takes his hand and looks up —

Ayato: (Don’t tell me… did that push bring her back to normal? Heh, if that’s so then—)

Yui: Mistletoe…

— puts her hands on his cheeks —

Yui: Holding your face like this makes me realize how soft your cheeks are… They are so round that I wish I could give you more and more Takoyaki until they become even chubbier…!

Ayato: S-Say what—!?

( It’s not like I dislike cheeky women but she’s nuts! )

— Yui gets closer to his lips —

Ayato: …!

*Smooch*

Laito: Fufu, hahaha, look at your face!

Ayato: Oi, Laito! Don’t just stand there staring, help me!

*Smooch*

Laito: Now why would I? After all, I already did you a favor by giving you the gingerbread liquor~!

Ayato: But you— Did you just say gingerbread LIQUOR!?

*Smooch*

Laito: Ex-act-ly! I was simply curious to see what kind of ‘drunk’ Bitch-chan is, and it seems like she’s the honest and horny type.

— takes picture —

Ayato: O-Oi! Don’t you dare to send it to anyone, delete it right now!

Laito: Oh my, look at the time! Now excuse me but I have to take my leave~.

Ayato: You can’t! Save me first!

Laito: Sorry Ayato-kun, no matter how delicious it feels watching you on top of each other while making out in plain sight, I've got better things to do, so... nfu, enjoy while it lasts!

— winks and disappears —

Ayato: You… You bastard! You will pay for this, I swear you wi— Mmh… Mm!

( Now how will I get myself out of THIS situation!? )

( Ugh, that’s what happens when you try helping others. I should have learnt my lesson a long time ago! )

— Yui stops kissing —

Yui: Will Ayato-kun… suck my blood?

Ayato: …!

( Heh, suddenly this doesn’t seem half bad anymore. I might actually grow to like being desired like that~. )

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[primaviva]

PAIRING: gwen stacy x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: it's a rainy friday night, and you and your girlfriend, gwen aka ghost-spider, had plans to hang out. but when she stops responding to your texts, you can only worry. hours pass and your fears are realized when she finally shows up through your window. bloody, beaten, in need of the care only her favorite nurse can provide. you.

WARNING/NOTES: mentions and descriptions of blood/treating wounds, suggestive! towards the end, not smut (creep she’s 16-17 tf) making out and kissing, little angst but mostly fluff, reader is implied to be shorter than gwen?? fic is mad long n so much so it needs a warning just for that, that’s it !!

the night was dark and stormy, the rain falling in sheets, splattering against the hard ground and filling the air with a palpable sense of gloom. It was a friday night, and the city was quiet, the streets nearly empty save for the occasional streetlamp's soft glow cutting through the darkness. the sound of raindrops tapping on the window brought you back to reality, and you glanced at the clock on your bedside table: 8:15 pm. you had been waiting for nearly three hours, hoping for a text from your girlfriend, gwen. you knew today had been a dreary day, and the weather outside made it feel even more so of that.

you let out a deep sigh, feeling a mix of worry and frustration. the silence in the room was deafening, and the only sound was the slow drip of the rain outside. you laid back in your bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if your ghost-spider was ok. you picked up your phone and checked it for the hundredth time, but there was still no response from gwen. your eyes were fixed on the screen, as if staring at it with enough intensity would make your girlfriend send a text. but despite refreshing the messenger app continuously, there was still no response, and with each passing moment, the tension in your chest only grew. the air around you felt thick and still, as if the universe was holding its breath. after the first hour of this waiting game, you had tried to distract yourself with your favorite album. it’s something you and gwen would do together because of your mutual love for music, but the song felt muted as your mind kept returning back to her. as the hours passed, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

the job of the ghost-spider being defined as hard would be the biggest understatement of the century. not only did you watch her fight every new menace of the week who thought they was the one while also stopping the average goon who really in their right mind thought they could fight the spiderwoman with a pocket knife, even with her name hinting at the spider power part, you also saw how the heroine lifestyle took a toll on her physically and mentally. she’s forced to lie to her loved ones and devote time from her life to serve new york, missing out on her own personal day to day life. you knew this was the life she chose for herself and you supported her, and with her power came a responsibility to use it for the good of the people, but you wish you could do more for her every time you saw her with dark bags under her eyes and a pained look on her face from all the injuries and physical labor she put her body through the night before. you were one of the few people that knew who she was, beside your friend peter. her dad didn’t know, and you could only imagine what he would do if he had known the “homicidal spider” he was hunting for was under the same roof as him and buying father’s day cards every year. gwens life is a hard one to live, but not an impossible one, and with you around there’s a weight lifted off her shoulders. you would never talk her out of being the ghost-spider, because you knew it was part of her identity, who she is, and also how the city needed her, and it helped keep spiderwoman going knowing she could protect you including.

the knocking at your window jolted you out of your worry-induced daze, and you quickly ran to the window to see who was there, a glimmer of hope in your eye. as you approached, you realized that it was your gwen, sticking to the outside of the window, her costume torn and her body covered in blood. your heart skipped a beat as you hurriedly opened the window and brought her inside, quickly lending your arms on her tense triceps for support as she crawled her way inside your room with a trail of red following her inside. as you looked at your girlfriend, you couldn't believe the state she was in. she was covered in blood, her face contorted in pain, and her eyes had a faraway look in them that you’d never seen before.

"what the hell happened, gwen? a-are you ok?” you asked, your concern for her clouding your mind.

gwen took a deep, shallow breath before answering, her voice raspy from the pain, "got caught in a trap trying to stop our friend the rhino from busting ceiling first into the local bank. i managed to stop him, but that walking meatsack on steroids nearly beat me unconscious.” her voice was laced with sarcasm as she hit you with one of her playful, classic spiderwoman remarks. but the delivery hit different.

even though you couldn't see her face, you could almost feel her gaze staring intensely into your own. it felt like you both were the only two people left in the city, locked in a moment of silence. as her mouth was still obscured by her mask, you could feel her breath on your skin. then there was the blood, a small trickle that had fallen from her nose, leaving a tiny stain on the edge of her mask. it was a reminder of her injury, a fleeting glimpse into her vulnerability with you. these were the moments that made you want to hold her tighter, to try and comfort her, to try and make everything okay.

“how long did it even take you to get here?” you questioned her, your answer being the silence that was your room.

you slid her mask up with worry in your eyes, “gwen…” you mumbled in a shaky voice. her hands slid around your hips to your waist in a weak hold and a very poor attempt to reassure you knowing how busted and bruised she looked. she began leaning against your window, unable to hold herself upright as the change in position shifted your balance and weight into her chest as her strong arms embraced you further.

your face was pressed against her chest in the tight hug as you listened to her fast, pounding heartbeat gradually begin to slow down from all the adrenaline of her trip. with you now in gwens arms, she let out a shaky breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over her as she leaned her head to rest on top of yours, leaving a faint kiss on your temple in the process. she chuckled softly, letting the familiar scent of your hair and the warmth of your skin fill her senses. you tried to pull yourself away but gwens arms only tightened, her chest straining against the weight of you, but despite the pain, she didn't care. all she wanted is to be as close as possible to you in this moment, to feel you against her.

"i'm so sorry," she murmured, her voice low and sweet yet unsteady. "i didn't mean to scare you. i just need to be near you right now, to feel you. i really don't want you to worry.” she loosened her grip on you, feeling the warm and soft curves of your body as her fingers danced up and down your back, glad that she was able to have you in her hands and finally be with you again.

you soon realized it wasn’t just the rain from the window still being open that was making you shiver as gwens hands lightly roamed the exposed skin under your shirt and around your abdomen. her hands were wet and cold, leaving a frozen imprint on your skin that sent shivers throughout your whole body and butterflies started to bubble in your stomach. you pressed your face more into her chest as your arms moved from her triceps to her back, your hands noticing how cold she is. you feel the frigid, soaked clothes against gwen’s skin, and her short hair, which was slick from the rain slowly trickling down her neck. you can sense how exhausted she is, how much pain her body is in.

it's heartbreaking to see her in such a state, and for a moment, you both just stood there, holding onto each other, not wanting this moment of solace and safety to end. she held you close, enjoying the heat radiating from your body and the comfort of your presence. gwen never wants you to worry too much even if it’s inevitable, so she tries to stay calm and strong, but the emotions of the moment are too strong to hold back. she lets out a strained groan as her finger tips dig into your hips from the sudden pain, bringing you back to the reality of her injuries as you lifted your head from her chest.

your hand on her back made its way to the nape of her neck, the touch being both gentle and reassuring as you caressed the back of her head, she felt herself calming down again. the coldness clung to her like a wet blanket and the only warmth was from your touch. she leaned into you, reveling in the feeling of your hot fingers against her chilled skin, savoring your touch. as you cradled her frigid cheek, she couldn't help but feel a tug at her heartstrings, her watercolor eyes widening as she stared back into your own, searching for what you were going to do next.

“start taking that suit off and...and i’ll be right back,” you said to your girlfriend, who was about to catch a severe case of hypothermia if you didn’t get a grip on the situation at hand. gwen raised a brow at what you said with the corners of her mouth twitching into the best smirk she could put on while being in this state. she knew exactly what you meant, she just wanted to tease you.

“gwen,” you said as you let out an exasperated sigh, crossing your arms as you narrowed your eyes at her. she slumped her shoulders, letting out a “yes nurse!” before following your orders. “i’m gonna go get the first aid kid, ok? be right back,” you added and watched from the doorway of your bedroom as she gave a silent hum in response, too weary to respond and too caught up in taking her suit off.

as you stepped out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, you tried to keep your composure, not wanting to stress yourself and instead focus on doing your best to help your girlfriend. quickly, you begin rummaging through the cabinet, trying to find the correct medical supplies needed to treat such an extreme wound. it looked like she had gotten hit by a freight train, but only after having her stomach clawed at like smokey the bear had turned evil. you stumble across the first-aid kit, and urgently grab some gauze, bandages, and other necessary supplies. you’re caught off guard by a loud thud coming from your room.

“gwen?” you were already anxious and tried to keep your voice steady while listening further. hearing no reply caused your heart to weigh heavier and heavier as you picked up the pace and returned to her.

trying to ignore the pool of blood on the floor next to the window, you walked back in with the kit and supplies in hand and your eyes landed on her lean body, struggling to pull the rest of her suit down.

“hey wait,” you spoke, setting the supplies down on the nightstand, “before you look even more of a mess, let me help you.” gwen’s eyes widened and her lips were slightly parted, as if she was taken aback by your offer. nonetheless, she didn't hesitate to accept your helping hands. you approached her where she was still standing and noticed that she had only been able to slide her suit down to her abdomen, exposing her black sports bra that hugged her perfectly and her toned upper body. aware of her eyes watching your every move, you reached out to her and took a firm hold of the waistline of her soaked suit, gently lowering it down until the fabric hit the floor, letting her step out with ease. gwen was clearly surprised by the sudden act, and you could see a hint of shyness in her eyes. even as you’re the one who is taking charge of the situation, it felt as though she was still in control. she had a power over you that you couldn't explain.

"feeling better?" you asked gwen as you looked up at her. her chest was heaving up and down and her eyes still stared at you closely. even with her obvious exhaustion, a gentle smile found its way onto her face. "I always feel better with you," she said in a hoarse tone. you felt a warm, fuzzy sensation in your chest as gwen spoke those words. the feeling was indescribable.

you turned to your closet and started rummaging through your clothes in search of something comfortable, knowing that she probably wanted to change into a warmer pair of clothes after traveling who knows how long to your apartment in that freezing ass suit as soon as possible. finally, you found a pair of pajama pants and a long-sleeved top that you thought would fit her. "these are gonna help you feel even better," you told her with a wink.

she nodded in agreement, but when you walked over to help gwen change, she looked at you with wide eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "oh, you know don't have to help me," she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. you knew she was feeling vulnerable, but the subtle look of pure shock on her face made you want to kick your feet and giggle just at the reaction you were getting out of her. “i know,” was all you said back. you didn't listen and instead you gently lifted her foot, motioning her to step into the pants.

gwen seemed to appreciate the fact that you were taking care of her when she was in such a weakened state, but at the same time, appeared to be embarrassed by the whole idea of someone else dressing her, especially when the person in question was her extremely beautiful girlfriend. while gwen would like to believe she’s always the flirt of the relationship and insists that she’s so good that she should teach a master class, there were equal moments where you matched her witty comments or acted innocent enough to catch her lacking and get a glimpse of a flustered gwen. in your hands, she melted into putty for you.

“thanks,” she added in a hushed voice and balanced herself on the floor with a strong grip on your shoulders. you kissed her cheek and whispered, "don’t have to thank me," in her ear. if it weren't for the one light that only illuminated half of your room, you would have been able to see the rose wave of blush that coated your girlfriend's cheeks as you gazed up at her with a reassuring smile.

"go ahead and get comfortable because i know you can't wait to ruin my sheets," you taunted, remembering all the times gwen had shown up unannounced, threw herself on your bed as soon as you made it, and completely wrecked the mattress.

giggles filled the room, "at least i'm not putting my 'dirty converse' on it.” gwen was referring to a moment when she had the absolute audacity to walk around your room with her dirty shoes, let alone place them on your bed, rather than taking the sneakers off in the corner as soon as she came in. “yeah thank god,” you mumbled in relief.

you turned and walked towards the window to close in an attempt to stop the frigid air seeping in, you were struck by the sudden silence that filled the room. the sound of raindrops hitting the fire escape outside had faded into a faint, muffled noise. it wasn't until you picked up her suit from the floor to fold it and noticed the deep, bloody gashes crisscrossing it, that you began to understand the extent of her injuries. turning around, your eyes widened as your jaw hung loosely at the sight upon seeing gwen lying on the bed, but blood staining the sheets all pouring from her stomach and down the side.

you grabbed a small rag and sprayed a good amount of warm water on it and rubbed some soap to further saturate the fabric. you sat at her bedside, pausing for a moment to compose yourself before starting, the nerves building as you were met with the horrific scene at her abdomen.

“babe…it’s just a scratch,” gwen murmured to try and hype you up that this was an easy task. “just a scratch? a scratch isn’t the size of your head doubled and they definitely ain’t as deep as this,” you told her with wide eyes, completely baffled at her attempt to comfort you. did she not notice that sitting on your bed alone made it change colors?

“you ready?” you asked her, prepared to begin cleaning her wounds. gwen nodded, wincing as you began to gently dab at the wound with the soapy rag. you tried to be as gentle as possible, but the sight of the deep gash made your stomach churn. “you need to be more careful gwen,” you scolded, continuing to carefully clean and disinfect the area. she started to frown and you began to feel a little twinge of guilt.

you weren’t mad at her but this always frustrated you. of course you know that your girlfriend is spiderwoman, but she’s still human, and seeing her like this was a terrifying reminder of the dangers she faces every night. you never gave her hell for bailing dates, not answering texts, or just leaving in the middle of you guys spending time together because it’s part of who she is. gwen chose to be the hero new york needs, and you just wanted to make her days a little more easier.

she slowly opened her mouth to speak, trying to find the right words until a sudden surge of pain hit her. “shit!” gwen

spat out as her body instinctively sat up straight while her hand covered her injury.

“what's wrong? does it sting?” you asked hastily, only to get a frantic nod in return. "i'm fine…just peachy," she hitched, though you could hear the strain in her voice. you could feel gwen flinch as you touched the wound, “just a few more minutes i promise,” you said, looking up at her and offering a small smile. you shuffled closer to your girlfriend and gently moved her hand that was guarding her wound as she leaned her head on your shoulder, her breath tickling your neck.

as you tended to your girlfriend's wound, you couldn't help but be captivated by her toned abs and muscular arms. the sight of her fit and athletic physique was enough to make your heart skip a beat. it didn’t help that after cleaning up her stomach gashes, you found yourself losing focus on the task at hand, staring at her abs instead. which definitely didn’t go unnoticed by a blonde inches away from you. you gulped, quickly returning to dabbing the wound as you felt guilty for letting your attraction to her distract from the task in front of you. you then applied antiseptic to prevent infection and carefully bandaged the wound with gauze, making sure to wrap it tightly enough to stem the bleeding but not so tightly as to cause discomfort.

you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, feeling the chill of her skin against your lips. “all done.”

"my hero," gwen groaned, looking up at you from her position with a grin. "think I'm starting to like getting hurt, just so i can be taken care of by you."

you couldn't help but let out a small huff of annoyance at her attempt to joke around. the stress of seeing her hurt was still fresh in your mind, and her comment didn't help ease your mind. "let's hope you don't have to get hurt too often," you replied, trying to keep your tone light. gwen smiled weakly, knowing that her attempt at humor had fallen flat. "i'm sorry," she said, reaching out to take your hand. “i’ll be right back,” you hummed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

you packed up the first aid kit and took with you a change of clothes to the bathroom, carefully, you began to stow away the antiseptic, gauze, and bandages, making sure everything was in its proper place. as you placed the kit in the cabinet, you took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror. your clothes were ruined, splattered with blood and damp from hugging gwen. with a sigh, you removed the stained clothes and slipped into a fresh, new set. coincidentally, the shirt was one of your girlfriend's many oversized shirts you stole she let you borrow. the one you had on was her mary janes shirt which looked much bigger on you than it did her and ended a little over thigh.

when you came back to your room, gwen as sitting up in the bed, eyeing you curiously. ‘that shirt looks familiar’ she thought, too dazed and confused to pinpoint fast enough where it's from. “there’s my nurse- what took you so long?" she asked, mouthing an oh as her eyes drifted to the bloody clothes on the floor. you walked up to the opposite side of the bed she was on and took a seat. a faint smile forms on your girlfriend's face as she sees you, but it's quickly replaced by a smirk as she recognizes your outfit.

"a quick change of clothes, huh? you trying to impress someone?" she teased. you felt your cheeks heat up and rolled your eyes. "well, you know i can't resist the opportunity to impress my favorite patient,” you bantered back, matching her energy. “you’re so dramatic because i wasn’t even gone that long. got blood all over me, so i had to change. it doesn’t feel right walking around your home with blood stains on your clothes like a murder suspect so…”

giggles filled the room but it slowly died down and was taken over by the tense ambiance of the room. you were still sat the opposite of gwen and you weren’t even facing her, still trying to calm your nerves and shaky hands from fixing her up.

"thanks for taking care of me," gwen said quietly, trying to move closer to you. you hummed in response. “and i’m sorry about your sheets, and the floor, and-”

"don’t worry about the mess, i can clean it up later. just focus on getting better for me,” you cut her off, pinching the bridge of your nose.

gwen couldn't help but feel troubled by the silence, why one half of you felt so loving while the other frustrated, but another emotion she couldn’t put her finger on just yet. "i keep saying sorry and you never respond, is there something wrong? did…did i upset you?” she asked softly, searching your face for a reaction.

“no! no- it’s just…” you let out as a huff, closing your eyes in an attempt to help you search for the right words.

you looked up, your eyes finally meeting hers but to gwen’s surprise your gaze held a completely different emotion. sadness. "you don't have to say sorry," you replied, your voice gentle. "i know you can't control what happens to you when you're out there patrolling as spiderwoman. and i don't want you to feel like im doing too much for you than you’re worthy of or that you don't deserve to be cared for. i do this because i chose to, because i want to stay by your side and make your life just a little bit easier, because...because i love you.”

as your words sank in, gwen was overcome with a flurry of conflicting emotions. her heart swelled with love and gratitude, but at the same time, she felt a pang of guilt and sadness. she didn't want to be a burden to you, to cause you stress or worry, but she didn't know how to express her feelings without coming across as weak or needy. tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words. then, as she heard the sound of your quiet sniffles, she was jolted out of her frozen state. “but i’m also afraid of losing you a-and everything we have,” you confessed, your voice choked with emotion as you struggled to compose yourself.

gwen’s heart ached as she listened to your words. she always knew that you were a caring and selfless person, but hearing you express your fears opened her eyes to a whole new level of understanding. she knew that the life of a superhero was filled with danger and uncertainty, and that there were no guarantees for you guys future together. but she also knew that she couldn't imagine her life without you, and that she was willing to do whatever it took to make things work. gwen would do whatever it takes to return back to you. she wanted to hold you, to comfort you, and assure you that she wasn't going anywhere, but the lump in her throat made it hard to speak. instead, she reached out and took your hand, squeezing it tightly, hoping that the gesture would convey the depth of her feelings.

"i'm not going anywhere," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "i’m right here, and i'm always gonna be here. i'm not going to leave you. we'll get through this together."

you pulled her hand closer to you and laid it on your thigh, still not saying a word. as the silence fell between you both once more, gwen knew that she had to find a way to show you just how much you meant to her.

“can i see my girl's beautiful face?” she asked, a light grin on display as she massaged circles into your skin. “please?”

gwen moved her hand from your thigh and to your knee with a firm grip as she used it as leverage to pick herself up, still feeling weak from her injuries. she found herself hovering over you and lightly parting your legs with her hands so she can be directly in front of you.

“look at me,” she asked, her voice both gentle but stern. you put your hand over her hands that cupped your knee and stared up at her, eyes puffy and red from the faded tears. ‘beautiful’ is all she thought to herself.

gwen leaned down, her forehead touching yours. “you’re my world,” she whispered to your lips, loud enough so you could hear. “and i’ll do anything to make sure i come back safe and sound to you. i just want you to be ok, it’s one of the reasons i fight so hard. for you.”

you reached up and cupped her cheek, your thumb tracing her cheekbone. “i know," you spoke softly, “i love you for it."

as the air from your words brushed up against her mouth, gwen lowered her lips onto yours and captured you in a passionate kiss.

it was soft and gentle, a reflection of the love and tenderness you felt for each other. you could feel the warmth of gwen's breath against your skin, and it sent shivers down your spine. your hands found their way to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as you deepened the kiss. as the intensity of the kiss grew, so did your feelings about each other. the passion between you was undeniable, and you both knew that you would do anything for each other. you felt yourself getting lost in the moment, the world around you fading away as you focused solely on each other.

when she pulled away, gwen’s eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “nothing can pull us apart, or else they’re gonna have to deal with me,” she declared, her voice full of conviction as you giggled at the threat she made.

as you sat across from each other, your eyes locked in a heated gaze, a palpable tension hung thick in the air between you. your thoughts went astray as you longed to feel gwen's presence, to be as close to her as possible. you could feel her desire for you radiating off her, matching the intensity of your own. every fiber in her being wanted nothing more but to collide with you. gwen's eyes were fixed on your lips, and you could see the struggle within her to resist the urge to lean in and kiss you. the anticipation was unbearable, and you both knew that it was only a matter of time before this ignited into something more.

gwen longed to feel you close to her, to wrap you in her embrace and provide comfort to you in the knowledge she was right here with you, and that’s not gonna change any time soon. the atmosphere between the two of you felt heavy, the weight of each passing second causing you to ache for what you both knew was inevitable. your lips brushed gently against each other, making your mind go hazy, and you could feel your body reacting with a force that was beyond your control. the desire to have her to yourself was too strong to ignore.

at that moment, gwen saw your eyes flicker down to her own lips, and before you knew it, she smashed her lips onto yours. what once was a tender kiss, soon turned into a fervent make out.

gwen now fully climbed over you, still using your knees as support to tower over you as she pushed her thigh up to between your legs. she started to teasingly lick your bottom lip, lightly biting and pulling on it while your hands went to the nape of her neck, gripping the small bit of hair you were able to reach firmly. she pushed you further into your mattress with her strong body, pulling her leg up higher until it was met with the clothed fabric of your bottoms. you let out a moan into the kiss as you felt her tongue stroke your bottom lip once again before sliding it in until it was kissing the inside of your mouth. It was as if all the tension, desire, and frustration with the two of you had been building up to this, and now there was no turning back.

as your tongues tangled together, gwen's hands roamed over your body, pulling you even closer and wanting to feel every inch of your warm skin. the way her rough and calloused hands made themself comfortable around, like they were learning every curve and crevice of you all over again made your head go into override. your tongues danced together in a romantic tango, exploring and teasing each other. the kiss spoke volumes without any words. a kiss that conveyed love and safety all at once.

as the moment continued, gwen felt a twinge of pain in her stomach wound. she tried to ignore it, not wanting to break from the spell you had her under, but it was too much to bear.

"ouch," gwen winced, pulling back from the kiss and placing a hand on her lower abdomen. "what's wrong?" you asked, concern etched on your face. you gently moved her hand and pressed your finger tips around the bandages, checking if everything was alright. if you looked up, you would see a small smirk on gwen’s face as she watched how concentrated you looked.

"it's nothing, just my stomach wound acting up," she replied, trying to downplay the pain.

"are you sure you should be kissing me like this? maybe you should be resting instead," you suggested in a slight teasing tone, tucking the short blonde strands of hair on her forehead behind her ear.

“y’know i should,” she agreed, which took you back a bit, “but it's just too hard to resist your face.” there goes your gwen, stubborn as always. you felt your cheeks heat up at her words.

as she started leaning in to kiss you again, you put a finger on her lip. “i”m not trying to hurt you more than you already are,” you told her, worried she was pushing herself a little.

gwen eyes softened as she noticed you were still a little antsy about everything.

"you won't, i promise,” gwen reassured you. she knew she wasn't supposed to be exerting her energy like this, but she wanted to compensate for the fear she brought upon you. she wanted to treat you like how you deserved to be treated. with a sigh, gwen shifted into a more comfortable position, propping herself up with a few pillows. she leaned her back in relief against the headboard of your bed, giving you access to the faint view of her adam’s apple as she stretched out her neck. ‘even at her worse she looks her best’ you thought. she lowered her head, meeting your gaze with half lidded eyes.

“you have no idea how bad i wanted to see you today,” she murmured lazily. “i think i do,” you answered as gwen gave you an ‘i know babe’ look.

suddenly, you felt strong arms scoop you from under your thighs.

“now, where were we?" she asked, settling you on her lap as your legs straddled her sides. gwen leaned in to kiss you as her hands found their way around your waist before tracing circles into your back. you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the moment, forgetting about the pain and the worries. gwen's touch was gentle and tender, and as you both continued to kiss, you felt a sense of comfort in her arms.

her hands move to the back of your neck, holding you in place as she explores your mouth, rolling her hips against yours to add to the friction. her tongue rolls against yours as you both rock back and forth, electrified by each other's touches.

gwen pulled back for air, a proud grin growing from one side of her face to the other as she saw the view in front of her. it was you, breathing heavy trying to catch whatever air you can. but most importantly, you were smiling.

“there’s my girl,” she breathed out as the silent room echoed both of your loud chuckling.

gwen moved your shoulder and gently motioned you down onto the pillows next to her as she propped herself up on her shoulder. she looked down at you lovingly before littering your neck with feathery kisses, leaving a trail down to your collarbone. her hands move to your waist, caressing your sides lovingly as she begins to move your shirt up, slowly revealing your body beneath. without warning gwen began kissing from your lower abdomen and all the way up your torso to your chest.

“i,” kiss, “love,” kiss, “you,” kiss.

gwen began muttering i love you’s into your skin with each soft peck. the tingly sensation of the kisses mixed with her chilly breath against your skin as she spoke made you turn into a giggly mess under her.

there was nothing more gwen loved than to see you happy and giggling, especially if it was because of her. you felt gwen smirk against your stomach. that was until she placed her tongue between her lips and blew air onto your stomach, making you sit up and break into laughter. your snorts melted her heart as she kept going to annoy you.

“gwen, you are so damn childish! stop zurberting me-” you gasped between laughs at the feeling, trying to push her away. “do i look like a baby to you? you know i’m ticklish!”

you felt a fuzzy feeling in you chest as you felt gwen relax her head into your stomach, her amused chuckles hitting your skin. "but it's so much fun to see you like this," gwen replied, a despicable glint in her eyes. she blew another zurbert on your stomach, making you squirm even more.

"you're impossible," you groaned, but you couldn't help but smile at her antics. gwen had a way of making you feel better no matter how down or mundane your day is.

"im also your girlfriend," she grinned, finally relenting and snuggling up to you. "and i love making you laugh."

she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you close to her. "i love you," gwen whispered. "i love you too," you replied. smiling warmly. "but let's make sure you get some rest, okay? i don't want you to push yourself too hard."

gwen's eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned in to give you a playful kiss. "i wouldn't worry about that," she assured you, a small smirk on her face as she was still able to feel the warmth of your lips on hers. "i'm feeling better already."

you couldn't help but laugh at her boldness, but you were also glad to see her in good spirits. as she held you in her strong embrace, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. your presence was like a lifeline, bringing comfort and stability to the chaos in gwen’s life. it was moments like these that made all the hard work, pain, and stress worth it, because gwen knew that she had you by her side through thick and thin.

A/N: this mierda was so long omg- anyways !! i been working on this for a week but wanted to post my gwen x reader headcanons first. my requests are open and ive already received some for gwen and started working on them so ty guys for the attention and requests im new to posting on tumblr so i appreciate it <33

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Confessions

Captain Rex x f!reader Summary: Fives not so accidentally lets the cat out the bag that the captain has a crush on you. Not quite knowing how to deal with this new information, you start avoiding Rex like the plague. He notices and decides to confront you about it. Word count: 2,6k T/W: none A/N: I am, and always will be, a sucker for soft!Rex so I hope you like this self-indulgent fic as much as I liked writing it <3. Also please enjoy the awkward Rex gif. He is too cute and needs to be shared as much as possible. my masterlist

Being assistant medic to the 501st meant you had a lot of dirt on a lot of troopers. The things these men were capable of coming out with when they were under even the lightest of meds never ceased to amaze you. It was like they lost their filter (not that the had much of one to begin with) and would just blurt out whatever came to their mind without a second thought.

You still remember when Tup had come to after being unconscious and admitted in a fit of giggles that you were “The prettiest girl he’d ever met”

Or that one time you’d had to stay overnight with Hardcase in the med bay after giving him some pretty strong pain meds. You’d spent your whole shift listening to him babble on about some girl who was apparently the love of his life and the one thing he couldn't live without. Later on when you were relaying the story to Kix you found out that he wasn’t talking about a girl at all, rather about his favourite DC-17 blaster that he insisted on carrying with him everywhere.

Anyway, the point was that you were used to having all these weird and random things thrown at you by the clones, so much so that you actually found yourself looking forward to hear what they were going to come out with this time. You were prepared for anything these men would throw at you. Or so you thought.

—

You were currently caring for Fives. He’d got knocked out by a detonator during the last mission, so as soon as you saw him start to open his eyes you rushed over to his side.

“Hey there trooper, how’re you feeling?”

He frowned up at you confused “Am I dead? Is this heaven?”

“Nope sorry Fives. You’re still very much alive” You chuckled “Just got a bit knocked up is all, but I’ll have you right in no time”

He groaned as he started to sit up “Are you sure? Could’ve sworn I was dead. You look like an angel right now”

Gently pressing on his shoulder you tried to get him to lay back down. He huffed but complied, letting you push him back and watching as you dipped a cloth in cold water, gently dabbing it on the gash that went from his temple to his jaw.

You talked to him as you worked, a gentle smile on your face “Trust you to almost die and then the first thing you do when you wake up is flirt with your medic. ”

“Oh no no. I wouldn’t dare flirt with the Captains' favorite medic”

He hissed when you pressed a little too hard on his wound. “Ow, what the hell-?

“What did you just say?”

He scowled up at you “I said ow-”

You shook your head at him “No no, before that. What did you say about Rex?”

“About you being his favourite medic?” he said frowning at you confused when you nodded in response

“Yeah, that”

“I thought it was obvious”

Now it was your turn to frown at him “What’s obvious?”

He lets out an incredulous laugh at your obliviousness, only making you more impatient “Fives, you better tell me what the hell you're talking about?”

“Oh come on, everybody knows the captains got a thing for the pretty little medic”

You freeze, eyes quickly dropping back to the cloth in your hand. “Don’t be ridiculous Fives” you mutter, pointedly going back to cleaning his wound.

He grabs your wrist to stop you, a disbelieving look on his face “Wait- Do you really not know?”

“Don’t mess with me, Fives.” you shake you hand free from his grasp “It’s not funny”

He looks taken aback by the coldness in your voice before a look of realisation crosses over his face. “You like him…” he whispers as if it’s the biggest secret in the galaxy

You blush slightly “No I don’t, I just- well I just-” you clear your throat, avoiding his eyes “I just respect him that's all.”

Fives lets out a chuckle “Bullshit. You like him!"

Shushing him quickly, you glance around at the other troopers in the med bay “Not so loud for kriff sake” you whisper at him harshly. This only makes him smile wider, pointing at your face and exclaiming loudly

“You do! You like Rex!”

You grab his finger angrily, shoving it back down “Ok fine I do. Now can you please shut up before the whole GAR finds out"

He smirks but settles down anyway "I knew it"

You scoffed, picking the cloth back up and wetting it again "Sure you did Fives"

"Did too" he replies smugly. You smile, shaking your head and getting back to work cleaning up his cut. After a few moments silence he breaks it again

"He likes you back y'know"

"Mhm I'm sure he does"

He sits up indignantly "It's true!"

"Fives…" you warn quietly

"I'm serious. He talks about you all the time when he's drunk. And he stares at you so often that it's actually kinda embarrassing"

You pulled back, staring into his eyes and searching for any hint that he's messing with you but were surprised to see him completely serious. A very rare sight for Fives.

Swallowing nervously you take in a shaky breath "Does he really like me?"

"Mhm he sure does. Tries to pretend he doesn't but we all know Rex can't keep a secret to save his life"

That gets a laugh out of you because it's so true. It's actually one of the things you love about Rex. The way he stutters and blushes anytime he tries to tell even the smallest of lies is something you find insanely cute and endearing.

You’d liked him for a long time, and who could blame you? This was Rex we were talking about. Handsome blond Captain Rex.

There was no chance of anything happening between you two. You’d accepted that and were content on just admiring him from a distance, occasionally sharing a few conversations, a couple glances from across the room. Never anything more.

But what Fives had just said lit a small flicker of hope in you. Hope was bad, very bad. Hope meant that you couldn't keep ignoring your little crush and pretending it didn't exist.

Hope meant you actually stood a chance.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts before you could get too carried away in your fantasy.

"It doesn't really matter, it's not like anything could happen between us anyway"

Fives gaze snapped to you "What are you talking about? You two would be so good together"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." you rolled your eyes at him

"Then what are you talking about?"

" I'm talking about what would happen if someone found out. Rex would be court-martialed Fives, you know what that means right?"

Fives open his mouth to answer you but you cut him off before he had a chance "This is his whole life Fives, I can't expect him to risk everything for me like that."

There was a moment's silence before Fives softly replied "Maybe he'd think you're worth the risk"

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It had been a couple rotations since your interaction with Fives, and you had been trying desperately to avoid both him and the Captain, so far succeeding in both.

But as if he insisted on not leaving you alone, Fives voice kept echoing in your head. Repeating the same sentences over and over. Even though you tried to ignore it, it kept coming back and haunting you.

"Everybody knows the captains got a thing for the pretty little medic"

As if your thoughts had summoned him, the very same handsome captain you'd just been thinking about strolled through the mess hall door. His eyes doing a quick sweep of the room, giving you a double take upon seeing you and decidedly walking over to your table.

You quickly ducked your head down, panic beginning to rise in your chest. What if Fives had spoken to him? What if he'd told him about you silly little crush? What if-

Rex's shadow looming over you made you look up, eyes instantly locking with his and taking your breath away. Stars, those eyes.

"He stares at you so often that it's actually kinda embarrassing”

"Hey" his voice shook you from your thoughts "Haven't seen you around much lately"

"Yeah…" you chuckled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear " Um Kix has been keeping me pretty busy the last couple days"

"Oh." He slipped into the seat across from you "Well if he's working you extra y'know I can always stop by and have a chat with him."

"No no" you shake your head quickly "It's fine. Hard work’s what I sign up for after all"

Rex looks at you doubtfully, taking in your tired eyes and dark circles "Are you sure? You look pretty tired"

"I'm fine Rex." You smiled reassuringly "Promise"

"Okay, if you say so… Y'know I'm actually kinda relieved. Thought you'd been avoiding me or something" he chuckled, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

You stiffened and quickly looked back down at the table. His smile flattered. "But you haven't… right?"

Getting ready to answer you took in a shaky breath " Um…" You stalled trying desperately to come up with some excuse but his worried gaze was making it hard to think of anything

Suddenly you're comm chimed, breaking the tension and making you both jump. You stood up quickly "Sorry Rex, I've gotta go. Duty calls"

He looked taken aback as you hurried towards the door.

"We'll catch up some other time" you said over your shoulder. You heard his voice calling your name, only prompting you to walk faster.

Making it out into the corridor you heard your name again, this time louder. The med bay was just around the corner, if you could just make it there before he caught you, you would be fine

Breaking into a soft jog, you panicked when you heard his own heavy footsteps matching your pace. They were much too close for your liking.

The door to the med bay was just a handful of strides away now. You could see it.. C'mon almost there, almost there…

You almost screamed when you felt a hand grab you wrist, halting you and pulling you around to face him.

“He talks about you all the time when he's drunk”

Rex must've seen the panicked look on your face because he quickly released your wrist and took a step back.

"Hey, hey what's going on? Did I do something wrong?" He was slightly out of breath from running after you

"No no of course not" you shook your head before adding quietly "I don't think you could ever do anything wrong"

"Then why are you running away from me meshla?"

The pet name made your stomach flip, taking in a sharp breath and hesitating from a beat before replying

"It's nothing Rex, don't worry"

"Of course I'm gonna worry," he scoffed. "Something is obviously bothering you."

When you didn't reply he sighed and gently took one of your hands in his, holding it loosely

"I just wanna know what I've done so I can fix it," he whispered. Looking up and seeing the hurt in his eyes brought tears to your own.

"He likes you back y'know"

"It's just… something Fives said the other day" you said, keeping your gaze down to hide your embarrassingly watery eyes.

But he saw them anyway, jaw clenching and a hand tightening it's hold on your own "What did he say to you?" he growled protectively "Because if he said something out of line-"

"No no it wasn't anything like that" you answered quickly. A look of relief passed over his face

"Good. But it still something that obviously upset you"

You swallowed nervously before responding "It was about you actually"

Rex stiffened "Me?"

“Tries to pretend he doesn't but we all know Rex can't keep a secret to save his life"

"Yeah…"

"Well what- what about me?"

" He was suggesting that maybe- that you might-"

Rex could see you were struggling to say whatever it was you needed to say so he took a step closer, leaning in towards you "Hey it's ok, you can tell me."

"Maybe he'd think you're worth the risk"

Squeezing your eyes shut, you somehow mustered up a tiny ounce of courage, letting it all out in a rush "He said that you had a crush on me"

Keeping your eyes shut, you heard Rex's breath hitch and felt his hands tighten their hold on your own. After a few moments silence you slowly peeked your eyes open, heart beating fast as you took in the man in front of you.

He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Well… I- I don't really know what to say…"

Nodding you tried to hide your disappointment by looking down at your feet. Of course he didn't like you, how could you ever think he did

You bit your lip as tears began brimming in your eyes How could you be so fucking stupid and start to let yourself believe that Captain Rex could possibly like you, a lowly medic.

"It's ok" you whispered, blurry eyes focusing on the ships shiny floor "Don't worry I knew Fives was just messing with me"

That really broke Rex out of his trance " What do you mean?"

"I mean of course you don't actually like me, why would you?" You replied, laughing sadly.

Rex frowned, genuinely confused "What are you talking about?"

When you didn't answer Rex called your name softly, making you look up at him, his breath hitching when he saw your teary eyes

"Oh meshla come 'ere" he pulled you into his arms, your head nuzzling into his neck and his hands finding their home around your waist.

"Listen to me carefully" he whispered into your hair "don't you ever, ever say that again."

You smiled into his neck but he wasn't finished "Of course I like you meshla, have since the moment i met you. How could I not love you when you're so fucking perfect?"

He pulled back and you immediately looked down shyly, avoiding his gaze. Calling your name, he gently lifted your chin with the crook of his finger, making you look him in the eyes

"I want to be able to call you mine"

You could feel you carefully built walls slowly falling down at his confession. Every second you spent this close to Rex another piece of them crumbling.

"But… what if someone finds out Rex. What then? How much are you willing to risk for this?"

He lent in impossibly closer, foreheads touching and lips brushing against yours as he spoke

"For you? Everything"

The last stone in your wall tumbling down, you closed the gap between you, enclosing your lips with his. He sighed into your mouth kissing you back hard, months of bottled up feelings pouring into this one single kiss.

Your hands travelled over his chest, one sneaking up behind his neck and into his short buzzed hair. He growled appreciatively, his own hands already grabbing your waist and pulling you into him, clutching onto you like a man drowning.

Breathless you both pulled back just far enough to catch your breath. He chuckled, nuzzling his nose into yours as you smiled softly.

"I love you Rex"

Your confession lingered in the limited air between you, his eyes flickering down to your lips before he gave them a gentle peck

"Love you more, meshla"

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heyy….. here’s a JUMPSCARE SUPRISE of the part 2 of the Rookie!Leon x Mentor!Reader!! suprise hehehehe… part 3 up soon if you guys really want it!! I LOVE TEASING YOU GUYS BTW.

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Warnings: SIX year time skip! Slight smut themes, harsh and mean leon, breaking into home, rough leon, mentions of knife and fighting and punching

Mentor!Leon x Rookie! Leon

word count: 2016

The downfall of Raccoon City left you jobless. Hopeless, to be more specific. You felt like you had contacted every agency nationwide, trying to send in very few transcripts of your experience and degree.

You making it out was even shocking. Time goes by so fast that memory fades in and out, and the blinking of lighting in the sky shining against your face makes your eyes shift back to reality. You were always stuck in your thoughts. You have finally been accepted to a training program for special services with the government. The phone call when you were received wasn’t very eventful, and they told you that no matter what experience you had, there were no references, so they can’t just take your word. Three weeks of training, then more compliance training, and maybe you’ll get a desk job.

Just go, and get it over with. The bus ride there is thirty minutes, back and forth. Your arm grabbed at the railing as you stood, walking down the aisle. Your earbuds pressed so far into your ears that you still had an empty gaze. On days like today, when it’s rainy, you are reminded of when you were doing the training, shaping people into articulate cops. Having to face those days was hard, especially as you walked into the tall building where the training occurred.

You pulled the loud music from your ears, being met by the silence of the lobby. Your sneakers squeaked against the floor as you stood at the front desk, the woman with her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose peering up at you.

“Name.”

She spoke in her monotone voice. Her lips smacked at the gum in her mouth.

“Um, Y/N.”

Her head was shaking, her bracelets jangling as she typed into the computer in front of her before standing and pointing down the long hallway.

“All the way down, room 17.”

Your eyes followed her finger to see the open room at the end of the hall; your body was telling you to leave; you know you’re supposed to trust your gut. Yet you continued to walk down the hallway, your head poking into the open room.

A man’s back faced you, his hands reading through a file, utterly oblivious to your presence. He wore black cargo pants. He still leaned forward as his eyes scanned over the papers. His blue shirt looked like it was perfectly made for him, is it wrong to admire? No, right?

“Sorry, am I in the right place?”

You finally spoke up, your hand holding at the strap of your purse. The air grew thin as the man turned to you, his eyes deep and his stare narrowing. You felt like the air had been stolen from your lungs.

“Leon?”

Your voice was on the verge of quivering, with your eyes studying his face. He has matured so much, maybe a little too much. His eyes were darker, and he was much broader, with wider shoulders, and he lost that friendly kiss to his face. You honestly thought he had been dead. You checked the death toll on the private case daily, waiting for it to go up or down

Leon cleared his throat, gaining your attention as he stepped to the center of the room. You placed your bag down by the door, walking to the center. How could he see you and just be silent? You couldn’t tell, but he was burning, his heart ached when he pulled open your file, but he found it funny how the tables turned so quickly.

Leon reached into his back pocket, handing you a small pocket knife before pulling out his own. He craned his neck to the side as you stared down at the knife in your hand, your fingers wrapping around the handle in confusion before your body flew back at Leon swinging his pocket knife in your face. You stared up at him, bewildered as his stance had changed entirely, coming down to turn at you again, your knife meeting his. You pushed him back, a familiar sparkle shining off his teeth as he smirked at you slightly. Sweat formed on both of your foreheads as it felt like you were swinging at each other forever, Leon’s leg coming out, pushing you to your back before he reached down, holding at your arms tightly. Since when did he become so strong? Your throat groaned out of defeat as he pushed his blade inches away from your face. He pushed himself off you, whistling at you to get up. Your knees cracked as you pulled yourself to stand. Leon glared down at you.

“You have to be faster. I shouldn’t have even had the opportunity to kick you to the ground. One bad move, and you have a knife right here.”

Leon’s finger pushed between your eyebrows, a hiss quickly leaving his lips as your blade glazed over his skin. His eyes narrowed at you, and he knew you would be hell to train. The two of you continued to swing at each other, your fists balling up as he knocked the knife from your hand.

“What’s your move, rookie?”

Leon’s voice was so taunting. The way he wasn’t even trying is what pissed you off. He dodged most of your punches but not all of them. Your knuckles came in contact with his, his palm opening to close around your fist. So quickly, you were pressed against his chest, his knife to your throat. Your eyes squeezed in frustration as you felt his hot breath on your neck. His grip didn’t last long, pushing you off him. Your fingers reach up to touch the small trickle of blood off your neck from when he pushed you off him.

“Again, faster.”

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Faster.

Leon’s favorite words.

Exhausted was the only word to describe how you felt. When you trained Leon, you were never this harsh on him; he was a sneaky son of a bitch. Your head is shoved in the pillows of your bed, sprawled out with papers all around the room because Leon quizzes you so randomly that you must be ready.

Leon couldn’t help but stand over you, watching your chest rise and fall. He shook his head before he spun the water in his hand, throwing it down onto your face. You gasped for breath, shooting up and reaching for your gun. Leon marked down a point in his head as he noticed the safety to your gun wasn’t on, your arms flinging as you aimed the gun at him before your eyes fluttered open.

“Leon? Are you fucking.. insane! What if I fucking shot you!”

Your voice rose with every word as your shaky hand pulled at the safety again, laying the gun back down on your bed. Leon snapped his fingers before he clapped his hands together.

“Let’s go. I have a three-mile run for you, now.”

You stared at him, so sleepy. Your head nodded as you flipped him off, standing as he walked towards your bedroom door. His eyes shifted away as you stepped out of bed in the cutest pair of black cotton panties. The conversations between the two of you were short, you never spoke to him, and he never did to you unless it was demands. His back was turned to you as your shaky legs stood, digging through your drawer. You stood in place, staring at the shorts in your drawer before you slammed it shut, crossing your arms as you turned to Leon.

“Leave.”

Leon turned to you, his eyebrows raised. The frustration built in your body as you pointed to the door, your throat growing dry as tears built in your eyes.

“Go! Just leave me the fuck alone! I’ll be at training in the morning. Just leave!”

You screamed, your voice cracking as you rubbed at the bags under your eyes. Walking towards Leon, pushing him out of your room before slamming the floor in his face. Your forehead rested against the door, so sleepy still. Leon stared at the shut door, listening to you lock the door. Leon cursed under his breath as he replayed it all in his head, watching the tears build in your eyes.

It was crazy how easily he shut down all the emotions he felt, his shoes shuffling on the floor as he walked out your front door with a harsh slam.

——

A loud grunt left Leon’s lips as your leg swung under him, dropping him to the floor. Your neck leaned against your shoulders as you cracked it, the pocket knife resting in your hand as you looked down at him. You couldn’t help but laugh as Leon stood, cracking his knuckles.

“Fine, you’ve improved. Is that what you wanna hear, rookie?”

You hummed as you stepped back, wiping the sweat off your forehead and nodding at him with a shrug.

“If I keep putting you on your ass, maybe I'll take your job, huh, Kennedy?”

Leon’s jaw grew tight as he watched you sit down. You were growing overly cocky, and he was right. You were putting him on his ass, you did teach him everything he knows. The two of you sat silently, the air growing tense as Leon scribbled on some papers.

——-

The papers in your hands shook with your trembling body as your eyes had to read over them again.

“DENIED”

In bright red at the middle of the paper, your eyes scanned to the bottom of the page to see Leon’s signature line empty.

Where could you have gone wrong? You were even starting to be so sweet; you’d bring extra water for him every day in case he forgot his and even packed him a lunch once a week.

It’s only five; he doesn’t leave till eight. Even though the doors were locked up front, you knew you could find a way in.

A loud groan fell from your lips at the fall from the window, and your hands staggered to the ground as you stood up. You had to give him a piece of your mind, your arm still holding at your purse as you walked down the hall. Maybe you were crazy breaking into official government offices, but you could always get away with it by blaming Leon.

Coercion.

Your body pushed into his office, throwing the paperwork down onto the desk before turning around and quietly shutting and locking the door.

“Sign it.”

You pointed to the line. Leon stared at your finger before scoffing as he scribbled at the other paperwork before him.

Coercion.

“Sign the paperwork or… I’ll write a letter to your boss that the night you snuck into my house, you and I had sex. When you were supposed to be working.”

You stumbled over your words, your hands flipping at the paperwork in front of you.

Coercion.

Before you could even flip the next page Leon had stood, his hand wrapping tightly around your throat before slamming you into the wall. A loud whimper leaving your lips but was muffled by his much bigger hand covering your mouth.

“God you’re stupid, so fucking stupid..”

Leon lectured as he pressed his hand harder into your mouth and throat, your eyes fluttering as you felt your vision getting hazy.

Knock knock.

Leon’s grip remains on you as he turned his head to the door, his demeanor changing as he put a more professional toned voice on.

“Yeah?”

Heels clicked as the woman tried opening the door, it’s the girl from the front desk.

“Is everything okay? I heard a loud thud.”

Leon’s eyes fixed back on you, so pretty and scared against his hand.

“Everything is perfect. Just dropped some files. You can go.”

Leon listened to her heels walk down the hall way, his stare burning into you before he finally looked over at the paperwork on his desk.

“You want it signed? Work for it.”

Leon whispers in your ear as his much taller form draped over you, pushing you down to your knees.

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 18/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

I've really debated whether or not I'll post this particular part today or do another mystery and have it revealed in a flashback or something.

But then I said nah I'll give it now so you all can enjoy!

Very dialogue heavy.

I appreciate again your reblogs, likes, and very especially, your comments. Something about seeing your reactions or theories motivates me even more. Nothing says writer's pleasure like the suffering of their readers <3

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Once upon a time, all Lucifer wanted was to create and be happy. To love and be loved just the same. Being the Angel of Creation and Humility, his Father often sought his counsel regarding the first creations. He was affectionately called 'my Morning Star' by his Father, reminding him that he will be the first light His creations shall see.

When tasked with guarding the Garden, he embraced that duty wholeheartedly. But with Adam's growing ego and Lilith's festering defiance, he could feel himself struggling. He had tried so hard to make it comfortable for the both of them but it was never enough. The only reason Lilith stayed in the Garden for as long as she did was because Lucifer refused to leave right away.

Lucifer: It's my duty, Lily!

That's what he had said. He loved Lilith but he was still very much afraid of what repercussions his Father may give for his disobedience.

Then comes Eve.

Eve was a lovely girl. She's Lilith but softer. She's Adam but kinder. But she has no free will. Adam treated her like a maid and she took it all with a graceful smile.

And well, you know what happened next.

An apple. A sin. A trial. A fall. Darkness. Fire. He wants to get outOUTOUTOUTOUT!-

A makeshift table with 2 chairs appear in between him and Roo. The Root of All Evil moves to sit and motions for him to join her. Lucifer hesitates but follows.

Roo: See, dear fallen, your old man damaged me enough that I can't get my original form to heal like it was before. And just when I was recuperating my power, you and your sinful lot sealed me! Low blow, by the way. Thanks yo you, my vessel is truly destroyed.

Lucifer: That's why you take on these forms?

Roo: Yoou got it! I can show you what I originally looked like but it's merely confined in this space. Like every caged animal, I crave freedom. Freedom I am not willing to have without a proper vessel.

She giggles as Lucifer's expression dawns in realization.

Lucifer: You... want me? As your vessel?

Roo: Yup!

Lucifer: But- Why?

Roo: Consider it an investment! Why, I can't think of anyone better to powerful enough to control Hell and dear enough to hold against Heaven.

It was Lucifer's turn to scoff.

Lucifer: Hold against Heaven? I don't have any value to the people up there. I am no longer an angel?

Roo had to put a hand in her mouth to prevent her from laughing too much again.

Roo: Naive, little fallen. You really think that?

Lucifer: I know that! Or did you forget that I was exiled into this god awful pit?!

Roo: Ah. But that's all, isn't it?

Lucifer: I- huh?

Roo: Your angelic status is all that they took from you, no? And this place is merely a change of office. You still answer to Heaven, whether you admit it or not. You still watch over humanity, albeit the worst ones. And most importantly, you were not stripped of your heavenly powers. You know why? Because you-

She boops his forehead and it took all of his willpower not to bite her finger off.

Roo: -are God's little favorite.

Lucifer: That's not true.

Roo: Yes it is. Tell me, Lucifer. If God was to punish you for the greatest Sin ever committed, why leave you with power to rule it? If that was you, wouldn't you take away all of their being and leave them to rot in the very bottom of the grave they dug themselves? Why would I cast them out them make them rule it? That's just absurd.

Lucifer: You're speaking nonsense.

Roo: Am I? The old man obviously loved you enough to let you keep your divine powers. He probably could not stand the thought of His beloved son suffering at the hands of some lowly human souls.

The Sin of Pride wants to rebuke but can't get the words out. He always did wonder why he still had his wings, why he could still create, why he was made the King.

'Was it really your love, Father?'

He shakes his head and leaves that thought. He may not be at the bottom of the food chain, that doesn't change the fact that he did not, is not suffering.

Lucifer: And you think saying all that will make me give your reign on my body?

Roo: Of course not! But you asked and I gave my answer.

Lucifer: And what happens if I say yes?

Roo: Not a matter of if, fallen. I know you will.

Lucifer: I need you to be more specific.

Roo: Insurance. We already established that you do not have anything else to trap me with and I'd be more than happy to consume all of Hell. It will be a nice snack before my comeback. So, really, what other choice do you have?

Lucifer: I am not just going to let you use my body to get out of here and destroy Hell another way!

Roo: Woah! Who said I'll be destroying Hell? I just want a vessel so I can explore! Plus, as soon as I enter your body, your little Ring would be back to normal.

She produces a golden contract out of the blue and lays it down for Lucifer to see.

Roo: So, let's make a deal.

Lucifer: No.

Roo: Hush. Let me finish. I get my vessel and I won't touch a single thing in Hell anymore. Your body will act as my new "container" by which, until your demise, will remain yours.

Wait.

Lucifer: What? My demise?

Roo: Yup!

Lucifer: I'm immortal. If we go through with this, you'll never see the light of day again.

This is too good to be true. Not only will Roo be sealed for good but then Hell will safe. So why-

Roo: Then what's the fuss? You trap me forever and with you being immortal, won't even have to think about the other end of the bargain. Fun, right?!

Lucifer: No. What are you not telling me? Why after my 'death'? Is something going to happen that will permanently kill me?

She just gave him a menacing smiles.

Roo: Time is relevant, fallen. There will always be slips and an ancient being like myself, I'm bound to see something in between.

Lucifer: Quit being cryptic!

He is at his wits end. The longer he stays here the worse it gets outside!

Roo: Let me put down the basics of this offer then: I get my vessel and I'll stop this little party trick of mine. I will reside inside you until your 'hypothetical death' by which I'll claim all your being, powers and all. I'll even throw in a sweet deal of letting you keep your soul or have you give it to whoever you wish.

Lucifer: .....

Lucifer: I want to add conditions.

Roo: Be my guest~

Lucifer: In the aftermath of my death, you will do everything in your power to protect Hell and its people against anyone or anything that puts it in danger as long as you reside in my body. That means I also prevent you from leaving this vessel for another to get out of that clause.

Roo: Wonderful-

Lucifer: Hold on. I'm not done. Since you said that you do not wish to have property of my soul, you are to give it to Charlotte Morningstar. She will also ascend as acting ruler of Hell upon my death, not you. But you get to keep being the most powerful demon in Hell.

Roo: Hmmm. Sounds fair. I like those odds, my friend. So-

Roo holds out her glowing red hand. She no longer wore Charlie's face but instead she is now a blob of shadows and eyes. Lucifer has to narrow his eyes to prevent him from being blinded.

Roo: It's a deal then?

Lucifer can already feel Roo's energy inching inside him

Lucifer: Deal.

A handshake. A drop of blood. And a binding contract.

The game is set.

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Holy shit?? This was so long??

Fun fact: this was one of the scenes I wanted to do in my first AU post, the radioapple one with Lilith and Eve. But this is more fitting here now.

ENJOYYY

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[nokiatelava]

✿✿Leaving Me✿✿

Author's Note - Hi guys!! I'm kind of just planning on going along with the plot of ATWOW, obviously adding my own storyline here and there with Awpxey. But! I hope you guys enjoy the story!!

Summary - After finally being able to heal from your injuries, your parents break news to you and your siblings. You're moving away. Far, far away. Across the great ocean to a clan that calls the sea their home. You go to find Awpxey after your parents finalize their decision. Now Awpxey is choosing his own. Stay at the forests of Pandora, or move across the sea with you.

Warnings - i don't think there's anything significant?, trying to talk back, jake's mean for like a second, arguing, crying, cute bf & gf moments, kissing, admiring, swearing, moving, decisions, stress, grandma - granddaughter talk, advice

The last bit of swelling left your face over the last few weeks. Talking was a bit easier now and you could see clearer.

Just a few days ago you were able to go back to your family’s hut.

You don’t know what compelled your mind to make you think you would be staying there for long.

It was a supposedly “normal” day. You were used to the silence that sat around the hut, your family not talking to each other much.

You felt almost estranged, you were feeling so happy and energized now at the fact you were healed. But it was as if everyone got used to how it was while you were injured.

It was always silent.

It made your happy mood deteriorate. And in doing so, it ruined your happy thoughts. So it only left you feeling sad.

Just like everyone else.

But on this “normal” day. Something still felt off. The air felt stiffer then usual, it was something with your parents.

They had been off since the whole situation, but something told you, something else caused this.

It was around lunchtime when your mother called everyone to the table. Thinking nothing of it, you all sat in your usual seats, waiting.

After sitting in silence for sometime your father spoke up.

“We’re moving.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in question.

“What do you mean we’re moving? Like to a different hut or-” He cut you off.

“We are moving.” His voice became harsh. “Far away. We need to get out of here. We’re set to leave tomorrow. And I’m stepping down from Olo’eyktan.”

Your heart dropped, your mouth opening in disbelief.

Moving? Far away? Stepping down? What is going on?

“What?..” Your voice came out in a quiet whisper, tears building but you tried your best to blink them back.

Your mother put her head down, looking at her lap.

“Mama is he being serious?” You looked between your mother and your father. Trying to ignore the tears that left your siblings.

“I’m being serious Y/n. This isn’t some kind of joke.”

You didn’t want to believe him. You didn’t want to.

You shook your head, “we can’t just leave here.” You motion your hand to the hut.

“This is all we know! This is the only place we call home!” Your mother’s hand went up to her eyes.

“I know that Y/n, but there’s nothing we can do-”

“Yes there is! There is, you can’t just give up so quickly!”

“It is not safe here-”

“So fight back!” You stood leaning over the table.

“We can’t!” Your father mirrored your actions.

“We are not equipped enough, there is not enough of us. There’s no, “fighting back” we can do.”

You still shook your head.

“You’re Toruk Makto, gather the other clans! Do everything you did those 17 years ago and fight back!”

“It’s not the same! Do you even understand how many people we lost back then? Because of that War? Thousands of the people died fighting for their land!”

“Exactly! So the loyal Na’vis, and the ones who can participate can join and fight back! We’re not leaving here!”

“We are Y/n! And that’s final!”

You wanted to hit him.

Never in your life had you ever wanted to strike your father.

But you wanted to right now, and wanted to hit him hard. Knock him straight.

But you turned and left. Walking out the hut and ignoring the few calls of your name by your siblings and your father.

You wanted to escape. Wanted to be down in the forest and accept the comfort of The Great Mother and her creations.

But you couldn’t.

Those evil demon bastards are infiltrating your home and destroying the land around it.

They’re taking your home away. And because of that, you had to leave.

You don’t know where you were going, your feet walked you in whatever direction and you let them.

You didn’t feel as if you were living in your body. You felt so disconnected and far away, wishing for the comfort of somebody, the embrace of somebody.

When you found yourself at the entryway of a hut, you finally looked up.

You were at Awpxey’s kelku, and that made you crack a small smile. But it dropped as you remembered what you now have to tell him.

You were met with his back, he was facing the other way as he fiddled with something in his hands.

He was alone in the hut. And he must have felt your presence as he turned his head around.

His eyes lighting up as he saw you.

It all only made your heart hurt more.

He then realized your solemn expression and stood up, walking toward you slowly.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” You let out a sob as you ran into his chest, his warm skin only coaxing you to cry more into his chest.

“What’s wrong yawne? Talk to me, I’m right here, right here with you, okay?”

You couldn’t even stomach the fact you would have to tell him you’re leaving.

Where is that going to leave the two of you? Do you have to break up now as there is no way of communicating?

“A-Awpxey..” You cried, squeezing him closer to you as you hiccuped and sobbed.

“It’s okay Y/n, talk to me when you’re ready. I’ll wait for you.” All you could do was quickly nod into his chest, continuing to cry.

Once you felt that all the tears were somewhat out your system, you took a deep breath.

“I-I have to tell you something Awpxey.” Your chest stuttered as you felt your eyes cloud again, but you only rubbed the feeling away.

“Okay, you can tell me.” He nodded, running his hands through your hair.

“Come sit on the floor with me, right here okay?” You held his hand as you let him guide you to sit on the floor with him.

Your hands shook with a frenzied tremor, wiping your eyes you took another deep breath before looking into Awpxey’s eyes.

“I-I’m moving Awpxey.” You swallow as you try to breathe. “Really, really far away. A-and my dad is stepping down from being Olo’eyktan, and I don’t know what to do.”

You started to cry again, and only tucked your face into the crook of Awpxey’s shoulder.

“I don’t wanna leave.” You sobbed.

Awpxey rubbed your back as he was trying to process the information.

“I’m going with you.”

You froze, silence encompassing the hut, the only thing really being heard were your rough shallow breaths.

“What?” You sat up, looking straight at him.

“You’re doing what?” You blinked at him quizzically.

“I am going to go with you. I do not care if you don’t agree.” You opened your mouth shocked.

“Awpxey, what? N-no you can’t come, I can’t let you do that, no.” He has his family here, his parents, he can’t just leave them.

“Awpxey you can’t just leave, what about your parents? You’re not just gonna leave them are you?”

“I would. Just for you.” You gasped at his words.

“I love you Y/n, I love you so much. I See you. So I’m going to go with you.” He caressed your cheek.

“I want to mate with you one day, I can’t just leave you.” You leaned forward, kissing him as a way to express your love for him.

“But you haven’t even asked them yet Awpxey. What if they say no?”

“Knowing my parents? They’ll definitely say yes, they probably want me to move out anyway.” You stared at him, scared of how nonchalant he sounded.

“And what if they don’t want you to? What if they want you to stay here with them so they know you’re safe?”

Awpxey shook his head. “They are not like that Y/n, trust me.” You knew he was — somewhat — right. Itxä and Puo are two very understanding people. And always wish what is best for their son.

Which in their book, you are.

“They’ll definitely let me go with you. When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow. My dad didn’t say when, but knowing him.. It’s definitely in the morning.” You let out a broken chuckle, trying to revert your mind from the subject at hand.

Awpxey continued to rub your back. You felt his eyes on your face and could see him staring from your peripheral.

“What?” You said with a giggle as you turned towards him.

“Nothing.. Just looking at you.” He smiled as he continued to look.

“Why?” You asked, feeling a bit embarrassed by how lovingly he was looking at you.

“Because I love looking at you.” You felt a heat tread into your cheeks. “You know Y/n, I don’t think you take all the credit you get for your beauty.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“You are just so beautiful. And sometimes I feel like when people tell you that, you don’t believe them.” You chewed your lip, knowing that what Awpxey was saying was true.

“You’re very observant.” You nodded. “Got it from you.”

You smiled, “really?” You asked mockingly.

“Yeah, got it from that people watching you taught me.” You felt a bit shocked.

He actually started doing that because of you?

“You actually started doing it?” He nodded, “why wouldn’t I? It’s actually very fun, entertains if you will.”

You laughed, “you’re becoming a little mini me!” Awpxey joined you in your laughter, “I wouldn’t mind becoming that.” He shrugged with a smile.

For a moment, you both only stared at each other. Looking at each other’s features.

“How do you feel about little admirer, hm?” You smiled at the tease and pushed his nose with your finger.

You could hear his tail smack lightly on the floor behind him.

“When are your parents coming home? So you can ask them? I don’t wanna be here when you do.” He furrowed his eyebrows, “why?” You only shrugged.

“It’ll make me feel weird.” He nodded but brought up another point. “Where are you going to go then? I know you do not want to go home.”

You rolled your eyes. “Too observant.”

He smiled, pulling your cheek. “Learned from the best.”

Over the next few minutes, you spent some more time together.

“I’m going to go home.. I-I have to pack my things.” You felt reluctant, you didn’t want to leave the forest, or Awpxey at the moment either.

As you both stood, Awpxey held your hand. “I know this is hard for you Y/n. But always, always know that I’m going to be here for you.” You nodded, trying to sniffle your tears away.

“I’m going to be there with you forever because I’m going with you.” He whispered teasingly in your ear. You laughed as his breath tickled your ear. “Awpxey!”

“I know, I know. Now go, get ready so we’ll both be packed by morning.” You turned back to look at him. “You’re very confident that they’ll even let you go.” You looked worryingly.

He only smiled, “I know they’ll let me go, now go back little Ms. Sully.” You laughed at the name and waved goodbye, him doing the same.

“Wait, Y/n!” You hear Awpxey call your name from behind you, making you turn around.

“Yes Awpxey? What is it?” He’s approaching you in a small jog.

“Come here.”

Before you could even get a breath out, he had grabbed your face. Smashing his lips onto yours in slow kiss.

It caught you by shock at first, but you slowly relaxed into the kiss and closed your eyes.

When he pulled away, all he had was a smirk on his face as he had seen your purple cheeks.

“You didn’t give me a goodbye kiss.” You embarrassingly cover your face with your hand, trying to hide how hot your face had gotten.

“Awpxey!” You squeal, trying to hold in your laughter.

He grabbed a hold of your wrist, trying to pry your hand from your face.

“Let me see you!” He continued to tease you as he tried looking around your face.

“Awpxey, I have to go!” You giggled.

He let you go, still laughing. “Bye Y/n.” He placed a kiss on your cheek.

For some reason you froze. Your cheeks felt hotter again as you brushed your fingertips against the spot.

You smiled sheepishly, shyly leaning forward and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Bye Awpxey..”

It was Awpxey’s turn to mirror everything you had just done.

You smiled at him before turning and leaving, the soft smile still stuck on your face.

While you walked home, you couldn’t feel nothing but dread as your hut came into view.

Eywa, how bad you didn’t wanna be here right now.

When you walked in, everyone glanced at you, but you paid no mind to that as the only thing that took your attention was your home.

What used to be your home, at least.

All you saw was the inside of your home, technically completely empty instead of all of the things that were yours that were left in place.

Every movement that was made echoed, and it made your heart slow.

You were actually leaving. Your parents are really making you leave home.

“Come on Y/n.. Pack your stuff.” You heard your father’s gruff voice behind you.

Tears clouded your vision, and you clenched your fists tightly as your breath picked up. The pain in your palms went unnoticed as your fingernails continued to dig into the skin of your palms.

But you decided not to act on your emotions.

So you took a deep breath and started to pick up your things.

Minute after minute, your chest ached more and more as you had to pick up all the memories of your home.

When you were finished, you had a good two bags full to the top full of all your items.

Tops and loincloths, jewelry, and trinkets. The bags held everything.

Everything you’ve ever known, ever loved.

“Where are we going to sleep? Since there’s obviously nothing in here, for us.” You knew you were being sour.

But you had every right to be.

Your life is being taken away from you. How are you specifically supposed to feel?

You felt this feeling of hate, towards your father.

What did he want you to do after telling you, you all had to move away? Prance around and dance?

You had a sneer on your face as you waited for his answer, tapping your foot on the floor, urging him to hurry up.

“We’re going to stay at your grandmother’s hut.” He sighed and you felt a pang of guilt run through you as you seen him pinch the bridge of his nose, squinting his eyes shut as if to think.

“She’s being kind enough to let us stay there.. So let’s say thank you to grandma when we see her okay?” The small childish tone was obviously directed towards Tuk.

She was still too young to barely even comprehend what is happening right now.

She smiled up towards Jake, nodding excitedly.

“I love staying at Grandma’s house!” The words made your stomach hurt.

Does she even know this will be the last time she’s staying over there?

You decided to just step in. “You sure do, don’t you?” Grabbing her hand with a small smile and leading her out the hut. Trying your best to just get the night over with.

The rest of your siblings followed reluctantly, knowing what they have to do once the night is over.

Knowing they will never come back to their home.

It all felt unreal, it was unexpected, and it was too rushed. You felt as if the decision was rushed.

You wondered if your parents even really thought about what they were doing. You would have never thought that, that night in the forest would lead to this.

The last experience you had in your homeland was miserable. You were beaten to a pulp, the last thing you saw was the trees, and the beautiful night sky you loved.

You felt as if you never were actually even able to bask in the beauty of your home. You try to pull your mind of all the memories you have in the forest. But you’re barely pulling any, all you can think about is that night.

If this was planned earlier you felt like you maybe could have done something else. Do something else, be someone else.

You love it here. You want to stay here.

But you can’t.

Because now you’re moving away. Moving away to somewhere cold. You’re moving away to somewhere that you have to become a different person, act a different way, and practice different customs.

You didn’t want to do that. You didn’t want it to come to this.

All the things you could have done. Time was lost. There was too much lost time. You could have been running with the wind through the forest just yesterday, happy to be in the environment your Great Mother had created. Even with the knowledge you’d have to be leaving the very next morning.

Or if you hadn’t even went on that little outing. You could have been sitting in your hut, full of everything that it had before. Making bracelets with Kiri and Tuk.

So much lost time.

Before you even blinked, you were at your grandmother’s hut, walking inside. You don’t even remember walking over here.

This is not how you wanted your last night here to be.

In a blur, you were all setting up your sleeping mats. There was barely any small talk between everybody, small words being exchanged here and there.

You took a deep breath through your nose, trying to implant the smell of all the herbs deep in your lungs.

You loved the smell.

It was so nostalgic, a smell you always loved since you were a child coming to see your grandmother, Mo’at.

You loved her so much. You didn’t want to leave her. Your eyes watered for the umpteenth time that day as you thought about the fact you were leaving family behind.

Mo’at watched you keenly, studying you body movement, it’s language.

She knew you were angry, she can feel it coming from you. She felt it before you even arrived. And she didn’t want her granddaughter to have such hate in her heart.

She planned to talk to you when everyone fell asleep, which she knew would be soon.

A few minutes later, everyone was saying goodnight as the climbed into their mats. For about an hour, all that was heard was the shuffling from all of you tossing and turning.

Slowly, everybody around you fell asleep one by one. You sighed as you sat up, rubbing your eyes trying to produce some sort of feeling of on-coming slumber.

You gasped quietly when you looked up, only to see your grandmother sitting up, staring directly at you.

“Y/n.” She said expectantly, her small smile barely visible from the dark engulfing the room.

“Grandma.” You stated, your words floating in the air as they reached her.

“Hm.” She said, turning her head while her smile grew.

You are telling her everything she needs to know already.

“Come, come over here child.” Mo’at’s hand beckoned you to come closer as she got up and moved from her mat. Heading toward a small private area of her hut.

You stood quietly, stepping over the sleeping bodies of your siblings before silently standing before your grandmother.

She patted the spot next to her, “sit with me?” A small smile flashed on your face as you nodded, taking a seat next to her on the sitting mat padding the ground.

“What’s going on grandma? Why aren’t you sleeping?” She looked towards you, a look on her face.

“Why are you asking me questions I’m going to ask you?” She shrugged as she ignored what you had asked her. She chuckled, “what is going on with you Y/n? Though I already know what.”

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you looked at her questioningly.

“What do you mean Grandma?” She laughed silently again.

“Because you make it obvious. Your body, your eyes, your ears, your tail, your heart.” Your grandmother shook her head, “your soul is vulnerable, you are technically putting it on display.”

Not really knowing what to say, you only responded with a feeble, “sorry grandma..” That made her laugh quietly again.

“There’s no need to apologize for something such as that. You are sad right now Y/n, very sad.” Her hands came up to your head, threading her fingers through your hair softly.

You could only nod in agreement, not knowing the fact your feelings were so presentable.

"I know why you are sad Y/n." Mo'at whispered next to your head. A solemn look in her eyes as she continued to brush her fingers through your hair.

You gave a broken chuckle as the tears started to cloud your eyes once again. "What is making me sad grandma?" You asked sarcastically.

This made Mo’at frown, she felt a strong pity for not only you but herself too. She knew that as soon as all of you left, she would be and feel completely miserable.

But she couldn't act on her emotions because all she could do was hold it all together for the sake of the people.

What would the clan do if their Tsahìk was completely low with grief? Mo’at had — no has — a lot to grieve for, but she has no time to grieve.

No time to think.

She’s quick with what she has to do, always by herself — mostly not — with her thoughts.

She tries her hardest to not think about those days.

Those days in which everyone was a bit younger.

Those days when her whole family was still together.

“You’re leaving..” Mo’at whispered as her nimble fingers continued to brush your hair.

“And I know you’re very sad to leave. Leave here, your home.” She pursed her lips as she tried to fight her tears.

“Grandma.” You whispered out in a breath of realization. “I’m sorry grandma I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

You sat up straighter, placing your hand on her back before she chuckled. She pulled your hand off by your wrist.

She held your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckle as the tears fell from her eyes.

Yours following soon after.

“I remember when you had just made it into this world..” She smiled at the memory as she rubbed your knuckles.

“Your cries were piercing, very loud. But you never cried much.” She squeezed your fingers.

“You are still very quiet now Y/n. But promise me, when you leave here and you join this new clan. Promise me, you will use that same exact piercing voice when someone does you wrong.” She looked deep into your eyes to show the sincerity of her ask for promise.

You nodded, “I promise grandma. I promise I will, if they either do it to me or anyone else.” She smiled.

“Remember that boy you yelled at all those years ago? During your craft class?” You laughed quietly at the memory.

“Son’tuk?” You giggled as you thought of the boy.

“Mhm, that was the very first time you had used that strong voice of yours for defending yourself. You always stayed quiet to yourself. You still do now obviously.” She rolled her eyes.

“But before when you were younger it was.. Worse.” You grimaced as all the memories of your younger self came back.

“Everybody was so shocked. You had become so loud, I didn’t even expect it.” She laughed.

“What did you tell at him for again?” You curled your lip to a sneer.

“He was talking about me, Kiri, and Lo’ak. Specifically our hands. He was shit-talking right in front of me, to me! And I told him to stop multiple times and he didn’t.” You shrugged.

“Well, that day made history!” You both giggled.

For hours after that, you and your grandmother spoke about anything and everything.

After a bit, your eyes became heavy, that familiar pressure behind your eyes. You tried your hardest to fight it, because you knew this would be your last night here.

Your last night to enjoy these moments with your grandma.

You wanted to savor every single second, but the stress from the day and the continuous conversations started to make you feel exhausted.

“G-grandma..” You whispered before falling asleep against her, she laughed quietly. Looking down to your face and examining your soft but fierce features.

“Oh how I’ll miss you. I’ll miss you so much.” Mo’at whispered as her eyes watered. Her breath was shaky as she combed your hair with her fingers.

Leaning down she pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll love you no matter where you go Y/n. You are forever my first grandchild.” Tears platted down onto her thighs, and she slowly wiped her eyes so they wouldn’t worsen.

Minutes later, Mo’at began to drift off and fell asleep also.

Hi!! So I’m going to continue this on in another story obviously!! But I wanted to start working in the other one right when this one finished so I can post them both like on the same day? Probably might not be smart, but regardless!! I didn’t want to do the whole nine yards of the Sully’s meeting the Metkayina, it would end up being wayyy to long. But I hope you all enjoyed the story!! Sorry if there are any spelling errors! Thank you so much for reading 🤍!

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[nixie-writes]

Growing up with Stolas would include:

I want to do a series on things like this so if you have a suggestion write it in the notes or send a request!

-he would immediately show you his books, like his book on the differences between frogs and toads and his books on plants and herbs. He would describe his books in great detail and let you check out the pictures and even read them if you're into reading.

-he would want to learn your interests and grab books on them. Even the most inane or obscure interests have to have a book on them so he would convince his father to get him several books on them, claiming they're for his studies.

-if you knew him before his birthday where he learned his duty as a Goetia he would have definitely played with his stuffed animals with you, he has so many. They all have names too, really silly names like Hairy Barry and Sargent Teddy. He was a creative child who was never lacking ideas.

-being his friend after he learned of his engagement with Stella would be hard. He would be depressed for a little while, upset that he had no choice in who he married. You would likely be upset as well, sharing his feelings. But with time he would come to terms with it and be willing to get to know her.

-Stella was a nightmare for a child. She was stingy, demanding and crude. Her older brother, Andrealphus, only encouraged this behavior, giving her whatever she wanted. Stolas clearly didn't like her but, seeing as they were already engaged, he had to learn to like her. Which was no easy feat.

-Growing up Stolas would overindulge in his books as a coping mechanism for his arranged marriage. You tried your best to comfort him but there was no way to fix this problem. You tried to get to know Stella better to try and find some positives about her but getting to know her only made you dislike her more. You genuinely felt bad for Stolas.

-At the marriage you toasted a happy marriage for Stolas and Stella but you already knew this marriage was doomed. Stolas looked miserable at the reception while Paimon talked on and on about the many embarrassing things that happened during Stolas' childhood. You tried to comfort him during the reception but he wasn't easily comforted with Stella drinking her heart out and dancing like a harlot.

-you were there for Stolas during the first few years of his marriage with Stella, even attending his secret psychiatrist's appointments in the Sloth ring with him. He started taking anti-depressants and focusing more and more on his grimoire. It seemed like an escape for him.

-when Octavia was born you'd never seen him happier. He was so proud that he had a hand in making such a perfect little creature and you were so happy for him. You gifted her a stuffed animal to keep as a companion, similar to the imp doll Stolas had as a child.

-after Octavia was born Stella began drinking more at night, throwing more parties and inviting Goetias. She would get smashed and talk shit about Stolas, earning his further dislike of her. You were unaware of his affair with Blitzo the night before he declared a divorce but you weren't surprised, you had been waiting for one of them to cave.

-it took many years and many fights where Stella got physical for Stolas to finally give in and force the divorce onto Stella. He confided in you that it was something he didn't want to do but had to. She was violent, impulsive and insulted and tormented him on a daily basis, and it was affecting Via. She was 17 and had no idea what a normal family was like.

-when he forced her into the divorce she went along with it begrudgingly, dragging Andrealphus into the fray to demand Stella be given more of the Goetia riches. You knew she was a gold digger but this was a new low, even for her. This was a private matter and she brought her brother into this to bullshit her way into gaining more from the divorce.

-after Striker's attempt on his life no one but you visited him in the hospital for the few days he was there. You visited him daily with some flowers and books you loaned from the library. Just things to keep him busy. It was while he was in the hospital, drugged up on Morphine, that he admitted to his affair with Blitzo. He told you how it started, how it progressed from easy sex to developing feelings and how he felt about Blitzo, how he wanted to be with Blitzo despite the classism of Hell. You supported him for his feelings for Blitzo and made a point to meet the imp someday.

-after Stolas got out of the hospital you encouraged him to speak to Asmodeus about getting Blitzo an Asmodean crystal. You had learned about Blitzo's work and wanted to give ideas to help the imp carry out his job, regardless of if you thought it was ethical or not. You let Stolas go by himself, sure that Asmodeus would be more willing to give a crystal if it was just Stolas. A few days later Stolas received one and planned to give it to Blitzo. You would help him plan out how best to give it to the imp, and the rest would be seen.

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #stolas x reader #stolas

[sakuraryomen01]

Valentino /Sukuna Ryomen x Reader/ .o8

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother, some light teasing, more tutoring sessions, and Sukuna punches a pervert!

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 1.125k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12 .13 .14 .15 .16 .17 .18 .19 .20

a/n:: I've felt mentally drained so I'm going to finish this dang chapter holy frick did this take so long :D

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ❤️

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Sleep didn't come easy to you, and it was expected. Seeing Sukuna in his vulnerable state, having him confirm a small doubt in your mind, and having Shoko spur on your aching heart.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but you needed to force it. You can't force someone to love you back.

Sukuna had his reasons, and it didn’t concern you in the slightest. You told yourself that as much as possible when you felt the need to say something to him after lessons and classes, or do simple things like ask about his day. When you wanted to ask, you bit your tongue and stayed silent. Sticking to the normal day to day chit chat between classmates.

Don’t bug him more than you already do. You say to yourself as you lift your fist up and knock on the door a few times.

There was a quiet "enter" from his side of the door, and when you did as told you didn't see Sukuna in the living room or kitchen like normal.

"Sukuna?" You asked, confusion filling your brain. You continued to wander around the dorm until Sukuna's bedroom door opened up, revealing a disheveled man.

His hair a mess, t-shirt lopsided and somewhat dirty, and boxers on full display. You quickly averted your eyes, trying to save Sukuna his dignity. "Hello to you too."

He waved before heading into his bedroom to change and look cleaner. Moving yourself to your usual space on the couch, you pulled out your things and started flipping through a notebook.

There was almost no noise, besides the random grunts of Sukuna shuffling through his things. Even your thoughts going quiet and jumbled with the notes in your book. Writing things down and not noting the shadow being cast over you by Sukuna.

"Hey, what're you working so hard on?" His voice broke your train of thought, making you look up at him.

"Uhm, tutoring?" You responded, a questioning tone in your voice. "Why?"

Sukuna sighed, resting his cheek against his fist, maroon eyes scanning your figure. "Don't you wanna have fun instead?"

The question catches you off guard and you chuckle, patting his knee in an almost loving manner. "I don't think you should have fun until you get better grades."

"God, you sound like my mother!"

You crinkle your nose as Sukuna's rather modest laughter fills the air. It had been a while since you saw a smile.

With a sigh, you straightened your posture and started to the session, seeing Sukuna's eyes begin to glaze over in a bored pout. You didn't like doing much studying either, but keeping your grades up mattered to you.

Sukuna knew this, watching you diligently work with him to help. So determined..

——

"..How are your parents?" He asked, his eyes lazily looking towards you.

It had been an hour since the tutoring had started that day, and Sukuna's mind was elsewhere. It was dull, the schedule he has wrapped himself into. It was the same thing everyday, seeing the hundreds of students around campus and ending up stuck in his dorm with you.

Talking about equations and random stuff he was already familiar with became tedious. Even though he was willing just to see you.

Never say that out loud though.

"Oh, they're fine," You answered, a slightly confused look on your face as you tapped the cap of your red pen on the notebook.

Sukuna raised a brow, scooting himself closer into your space, a small smile on his face. "That's not specific enough. I wanna know how they're doing."

I just told you– "Well, my dad's working on some project for the house apparently. He wanted to make a garden for it."

"Your dad's still the plant guy, huh?"

You pout your lips as Sukuna's curled into a smirk. "Not always. He got into sports cars for some reason, even though he's a planet health guy."

Sukuna chuckles at this before starting to write a few things down in his notebook. You grumble with a slightly warm flush filling your cheeks. Either way, you couldn't really complain much, his smirk made you feel warm inside.

"Are you done with the questions I gave you?" You asked, leaning your head over and bumping your cheek against Sukuna's shoulder.

"Yeah, the last one stumps me though.."

After teasing him for a few moments about his blunders and getting side eyed for the next twenty minutes, you eventually were able to explain the problem before Sukuna pointing out how late it had gotten.

"I could order a pizza and you just sleep over again." He said as he put away his things, placing a hand on his hip. "It'd be best, this dorm is filled with shit drunk guys."

"Aw, you're so sweet," You responded, lifting your bag over your shoulder strap while hiding all the giddy cuteness inside you. "But it's just a five minute walk to my place. I'll be fine!"

There was a hostile look of discontent in his maroon eyes that read: How dare you say no to me?

A confused shiver was sent down your spine before you sighed and pat Sukuna's arm, heading towards the door. "I'll text you when I get home, promise."

Letting out a small grunt, Sukuna eventually caved and you went home. Although he did threaten that he'll give you a stern talking to if he didn't get a text.

He's got more layers than an onion.*

Though, as you made your way home, you bumped into someone. His hair was messy, sunglasses barely hanging onto his head with his hair pushed back, and pants dirtier than your crustiest sock. But his pink cheeks and glossy eyes didn't betray you in recognizing one of your weirdest friends to date.

"Satoru? What are you doing out?" You place a hand on the males exposed forehead and humming to yourself. "..Are you high, drunk, or sick?"

With a delayed reaction, a hiccup, and a pout, you got this. "My girl, you're judgy so muchy~ Let me life without demands!"

You raise a brow and scoff. I know he'll regret this drinking in the future.

"Fine, but I have to go home now," You say, patting the disheveled mans shoulder, a smile on your face. "Don't trip walking up those stairs!"

But as you said goodbye, Gojo leaned in and placed a soft peck on your cheek with surprising accuracy. You blink in confusion as Gojo smiles loosely and pets your head. "Don't hurt yourself either, Miss best friend chaser!"

Before words could process, or a thought was able to work the cogs in your headspace, there was a grunt and a very big "someone's jaw might have gotten broken" sound.

. . .

a/n: hope you guys have been doing well! srry i haven't posted in almost two months maybe really, so many things came up. I was worried about mental health for a while, wasn't feeling motivated to write much but then smthing else happened. Huge changes are happening so we might end up with another writer's drought lmao (I'm going to college soon and do adult things ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙;;;)

*and if u didnt get the reference I'll scream*

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[uhhhhhh-might-stick-around]

Asks cause I'm bored and horny!

1:When did you lose your virginity?

2: Rough sex or soft sex?

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

5: Favourite sex position?

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

12: How often do you have sex?

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?

24: Would you have sex with your best friend?

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

27: Early morning sex or late night sex?

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

31: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:

32: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:

35: Worst possible time to get horny:

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?

37: How much fapping is too much fapping:

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:

39: Favorite foreplay activities:

40: What do you wear to bed?

41: When was the first time you masturbated:

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

43: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public?

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome?

46: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

47: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?

48: Do you like oral sex? (why/why not)

49: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

50: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

53: Do you watch porn?

54: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?

55: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

56: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

57: If you could give yourself head, would you?

58: Booty or Boobs?

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate?

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?

63. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?

64. What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate)

65. What is your bra/penis size?

66. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your vagina/anus?

67. When was the last time you masturbated?

68. When was the last time you had sex?

69. When was the last time you watched porn?

70. Have you ever bought a sex toy? If so, which one did you buy last? First sex toy? If not, which one do you plan on buying when you do?

71. Guys:Circumsized?

72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?

74. Girls:Are you able to achieve orgasm just through breast stimulation?

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?

76. When was the last time you have had a wet dream?

77. Which wet dream was your favorite?

78. Is there a friend you would willingly have sex with?

79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?

80. Favorite sexual position?

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

82. Are you into any BDSM?

83. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldnt for any reason? Why?

84. Do you like dirty talk?

85. Are you loud or quiet during sex? Masturbation?

86. Have you ever been inturrepted during sex or masturbation? Who/what?

87. What kind of porn do you like to watch?

88. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?

90. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them?

91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial?

92. Ask whatever you want

#ask uhhhh

[thatztyv]

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- Jack and Kennedy link after three years (In honor of Jazz and Tae linking back up after three years 😩)

Word Count:

- 1.8k

Kᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ Dᴏᴡɴs

(ken-nuh-dee duh-ouns)

Jack Harlow | @ jackharlow

Tell Kenn unblock me on ig

23:17 • 10/21/23 • 3M views

36,472 Retweets  508 Quotes  278.6k Likes 

⭐️ | @stunna.girl

Oh shit, after three yearsss??

It's a Lifestyle🥂 | @parisndiamonds

Kennedy!! Gworl come get yo man back 😩

🚀 | @tothemoon

I did not see this coming at all 👀

JACK HARLOW UPDATES©️ | @ jackxworld

We finna go blow up her dms rn 😭

Boy Tears💧 | @cryformeimperfect

YESSSS

💐 | @fairygworl

Nooooo 💔

.★.

fivestarr☆ | @kennedyloaded

Unblocked 😘

13:25 • 10/22/23 • 1.3M views

4,627 Retweets  532 Quotes  105.8k Likes

Kenn's World ⭐️ | @ kennkenn

OMGEEEEE

Boy Tears💧 | @cryformeimperfect

Oh shit getting real now

Chemistry Chick 🧪| @ inthelab

y'all calm down, all she did was unblock him 😭

🦋 | @butterflyqueenn

Mane get the gang back together

💐 | @fairygworl

Let's see how long this last 🌚

.★.

"So y'all", I sighed as I set my camera up on the bathroom counter. "I know what y'all thinking.. and yes we are linking."

I looked in the mirror as I put on some lip gloss.

"He supposed to be on his way over here and gone text me when he outside."

"Ian gone lie y'all I'm nervous as hell. Ian seen him in a lil minute", I said as I picked up my phone.

I smiled to myself before showing the camera the notification on my phone. "He's here."

jack💔

Outside

I stared at the camera for a minute.

"Let's not keep him waiting."

.☆.

"Oh my gosh", I sighed as I got in his car.

"Why you say it like that?", he chuckled.

"I don't even know but hey", I said being shy as I leaned back against the door.

"Hey", he said softly and leaned over the center piece to give me a hug.

I hugged him back and pulled away.

"I see you vlogging", he said with a smile as he turned the interior lights on.

"Yeah."

"I thought this was gone be easy", he said as I propped my camera up on his dashboard.

"What you mean easy?", I asked arching my brow.

"I thought when you got in here I was just gone.. but I ain't seen you in forever", he said turning to me and smiling.

I looked at him and my cheeks got hot.

We got quiet for a minute, just looking in each others eyes.

"So how you been?", he asked.

"Mmm I'm alright", I said and looked at my nails.

"You be taking forever to text back", he hummed.

"Oh don't even start that cause you be taking days to text back."

"I be busy."

"Busy doing what? Youn be in the studio all day everyday and you ain't on tour right now."

"How you know that?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I just know....But you look good", I hummed looking over at him before looking back at my camera.

"Thank you. You look wonderful", he said making me smile hard as fuck, I had to cover my face.

"Thank you", I hummed.

"You nervous or something?"

"A lil bit...Can we go eat?", I said before I put my hair over my shoulder.

"Yeah. What you want?", he answered with a light chuckle.

"I don't know. What's around here?"

"You should be telling me, you live here", he chuckled.

"Chile I don't be outside like that."

He shook his head and pulled out his phone.

"Fast food? A restaurant? Hibachi?", he asked as he opened his map app.

"I got the taste for some hot wings."

"So Buffalo Wild Wings?"

"No."

He looked up from his phone and over at me.

"What?", I laughed.

"Then where else you getting hot wings from?"

"Wingstop. Zaxby's."

He playfully rolled his eyes before looking back at his phone.

"Let's see which one's closer."

"Y'all", I sighed as I looked at my camera. "I hope he don't try to kidnap me while I'm in his car."

"Chill", he chuckled as he kept looking at his map.

I chuckled before looking back over at him. I quietly admired him before he leaned over to show me something on his phone.

"Damn you iced out huh", I said and grasped his hand, looking at the rings on his fingers. "You gotta be froze in this ho to talk."

He laughed. "Really Kenn."

I laughed with him.

"Nah I'm just playing", I hummed as I grabbed his phone. "We can go to this one."

"Alright", he said before putting his car in drive.

I handed him his phone back.

"Let me put my seatbelt on. Cause I remember you used to act like you was a Nascar driver", I hummed as I put my seatbelt on.

He just chuckled.

"Where you be going cause I don't never see you outside."

"I don't- I don't be in the streets."

"You tryna say I be in the streets?"

"Yeah", I said and looked over at him. "I was lurking one day and I was just like wow."

"Lurking where?", he chuckled.

"..Just on the internet", I said making us laugh.

"What you found out bout me?"

"I was like he in the club?! What? He having a time ain't it", I said covering my face as I laughed.

"I ain't start going to the club til I stopped messing with you. Had to do something with my free time."

"Club life huh", I said and patted the corner of my eyes.

"Nah nah nah. I found friends and they introduced me to the club."

"Damn... so you saying you ain't have friends when you was with me?"

"I had friends but I was with you majority of the time. But I started hanging out with more people."

"Oh so you got a new group of friends.”

"Oh my god”, he said with a chuckle.

"I'm just saying", I laughed.

"So what took you so long, cause you was dodging me", he started.

"No no no. I wasn't dodging you I was tryna edit a vlog and upload-", I started before he cut me off.

"No not today, I'm talking about in general. Cause you had everybody thinking I'm the problem."

"Had them thinking it was you? You had a video shoot", I said as I glanced over at him.

"I had to go to New York. But before that- you was dodging me like crazy."

"Whatever", I said and playfully rolled my eyes. "How I'm dodging but you don't text back? Make it make sense boo."

"And why you tell everybody I blocked you on Twitter?", I asked.

"Cause you did", he simply replied.

"I mean."

"I mean they kept telling me you'd link with me and do a video. And I was wondering how that was gone happen and I'm blocked", he said arching his brow.

"Yeah but you had my number. I sent you my new number."

"I obviously didn't have it saved. I just saved it."

"Mmm", I hummed.

.☆.

"I'm so geeked", I said as I set my camera up to face me on the table. "Tell me why he paid for my food?!"

"Chile.. he was all like I got you. Just go find us a good table", I said mocking his voice. "Then gone smile at me.. almost went weak in the knees."

I shook my head as I looked over at him by the drink fountain.

"Gone have me falling all over again."

.☆.

"Questions while we wait?", I asked putting my phone down.

"Sure", he hummed, turning to face me.

"You start", I said.

"You ever felt like I disrespected you on the internet?"

"Disrespected me?.. uh I feel like once you got around your friends you kinda did. Cause I thought we agreed we wasn't gone speak on each other."

"When?", he asked, arching his brow at me.

"It wasn't necessarily you it was yo lil group, team or whatever."

"What they was saying?"

"You know-", I said and tilted my head. "You know what they was saying and posting... I was like daamn that's me."

He let out a deep breath before sitting back. "You gotta be more specific."

I leaned forward. "Should I bring up the context?"

He chuckled.

"People was texting and calling me talking bout 'why they speaking on you' and 'why they got yo name in-' you know. It was from people you around."

"They was making videos?"

"You acting dumb", I said sitting back and crossing my arms. "You acting like you don't know and stuff. Boy don't be acting all Hollywood."

"I'm not acting Hollywood, I'm just trying to see what you talking about", he said with a laugh.

"You know what.. we both just gone be clueless then", I hummed. "Ask me another question."

"What have you learned from dating?"

"What have I learned from dating?", I asked then arched my brow at him. "Dating what?"

"Dating in general or whatever the fuck you been doing, you been living", he chuckled.

"I don't be dating. I'm just lifing."

He smacked his lips as he looked at me with a be for real expression.

"Didn't you just say we not being Hollywood and what the the fuck is lifing?"

"I'm not being Hollywood. I'm being so for real. I just been chilling”, I chuckled.

"Right", he said playfully before he squinted his eyes at me. "So who was that one dude?"

"What dude?! You imagining things. Ian date nobody after you. But you on the other hand", I said and uncrossed my arms. "How many girls four? Five?"

"You pushing it", he laughed.

"You was just living I don't blame you", I chuckled.

.☆.

"We good right?", he asked as he wiped his hands clean.

"I think.. you gotta ask yourself that."

"You think I got a grudge against you?", he asked and tilted his head.

"Ion know", I said before sipping my drink.

"I don't have nothing against you.. I always wanted to see you win and shine."

"Ok love that", I hummed. "I just got one last question."

"Ok. Ask away", he hummed.

"Did you ever miss me after we broke up?"

"If I'm being real, yeah."

"Do you still miss me?"

He sighed before he chuckled. "How you say your outro. Thanks for watching. Like and comment."

He picked my camera up and turned it to him.

"Jack", I chuckled. "You miss me don't you?"

"Nah I don't", he said looking dead at the camera with a straight face.

"Look at me and say it."

He looked up and locked eyes with me.

"Say you don't miss me", I said taunting him.

"I don't-", he started. "How you turn this camera off?"

I gently took it out his grasp and turned it to me.

"Obviously he doesn't want to admit he misses me but that's alright. He doesn't have to say it, I know he does", I chuckled as I looked at the camera.

#wattpad #jack harlow #jack harlow x black reader #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #urban wyatt

[1800classiccherries]

It takes two!

⚘ 1610!Miles Morales x black!reader

⚘ fluff! yelling, suggestive jokes, video game death

⚘ summary: playing it takes two with Miles

⚘ if you’ve never played the game before or just don’t remember the parts of the game that are referenced, I put time stamps for a playthough of the game

⚘ my friend 07-bilin and I started playing this game recently and let me tell you it had me sweating.

It takes two was a game that put your and Miles’s relationship on thin ice. But before y’all were yelling at each other everything was peaceful and calm (for the most part) as the two of you went though the vacuum level.

“Ohhh! You press ctrl! Tell me why I thought it was shift this entire time.” you facepalm after being stuck on why the button won’t go down for the past 5 minutes. 

“Dr. Hakim goin’ crazy with all this pelvic movement.” Miles comments, causing the both of you to start giggling.

“Aim, Miles! Why aren’t you aiming!” “I’m trying!”

“Bro, why is Dr. Hakim instigating so hard.” you frown watching the cut scene before the vacuum boss fight.

 “A pretentious French vacuum, who can’t even suck properly!” The vacuum yells during the cut scene. You and Miles try to act mature and hold back your laughs but the vacuum kept going, “I’ll show you who’s the best sucker!!” The game had to be paused because of how hard y’all were laughing. (26:17)

After struggling through levels it was time to start using the hammer and nails, which definitely tested your patience. 

“Oh my gosh! Look at my screen, there! The yellow area. Put the nail there!” You yell getting aggravated as you try to explain where Miles needs to shoot the next nail. “Okay, okay!”

“Y/n quit jumping before I stop the platform!” 

Both of you kept dying from nails raining from the ceiling. (44:57)

“These nails are getting on all of my nerves!” you rage as you spam the ‘E’ button to respawn.

“He’s boutta lay down the shovel, get ready.” Miles warns. While fighting the toolbox y’all were locked in since this boss fight was way harder than the last. (50:47)

“Yo… why his eyes rollin’ back…” you say as you watch the cut scene where the hammer is getting pieced together again, “That’s what I’m sayin’” (52:02)

Thanks for reading!

this one was really quick so if there are grammar errors dw about it

I’ll probably make more of these as I keep playing since they’re fun to do

#cherry's works ‧₊˚✧ . ˚ #spiderman atsv #miles morales spiderverse #miles morales #miles x black reader #miles x reader #atsv miles #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales atsv

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 16

You wake up in the middle of the night and something doesn't feel right...

Warnings: This is a very sensitive chapter. If you are uncomfortable with anything involving being with doctors/in hospital, or miscarriage/pregnancy loss, please do not read. There's lots of mentions of blood. Medical jargon, I've done my best to research as much as possible but it still may be inaccurate. Mentions of unsupportive parents/family. Holiday talk (Thanksgiving - I am British so I’m just going off research on this). Mention of being sick, so emetophobia warning. Wine drinking (not you, obviously). Little swearing. Accidental Addison Montgomery cameo - I like to think it was a little nod to the original writing of Baby, Please. LONG chapter, and barely proofread. Word count: 5,317 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Part 15 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 17

You try not to jump in and take control of the meeting about the next launch; the project had been passed over to another team leader, who did things…not wrong, but different. Different to how you would do it anyway. You sit back in your chair, biting your tongue, as Kelsie, the other team leader, signifies ‘how little time we have on this launch’, that ‘original plans are out the window’ and ‘all hands need to be on deck’. This newest client wanted their product advertised - and on the market - as soon as possible, or at least advertised before Christmas. 

It was going to be tough. And with Thanksgiving coming up, everyone was trying to get as much done in the week before the long weekend. 

It was your first holiday without your family. Normally you would have booked a flight over to your parents’ house and spent Thanksgiving there, but no-one had contacted you, and it wasn’t from lack of trying on your end. You’d gone into the family group chat (that had been quiet since you revealed your pregnancy – you had the suspicion that a new chat was created without you) and sent a message to everyone, just checking in and wishing them a ‘happy holidays’. You figured they’d all had enough time to cool off and get used to the idea that you were pregnant, and you were doing okay, that they would love to see you and catch up, where you could tell them all about the babies you were growing. But no. You'd heard nothing back. They’d probably made a new family chat without you. 

You did have a slight breakdown to Beth and Courtney about it, and that was when Beth invited you to her and Georgia’s for Thanksgiving dinner. You insisted you’d be fine, that you’d have dinner by yourself, but she wasn’t hearing any of it. So, thankfully, you had somewhere to be and someone to be with, since Santi had plans in Panama City with his sisters, who he had recently contacted again. They gave him shit for essentially disappearing but invited him back into their lives without even blinking. 

You hadn’t expected him to invite you along, since it was a reunion of sorts, and he was telling them about you and the babies. He didn’t want to throw everything on them at once. Also, you didn’t expect him to invite you, because things had been a little awkward since the almost-kiss on Halloween. Neither of you had said anything about it, you chalked it up to the alcohol he’d been drinking. Santi was a flirt with everyone; it was probably just a blip, probably not even worth mentioning. He didn’t feel the same as you did about him. 

It was fine. Everything was fine. 

The meeting finished after another gruelling half an hour, and with a sigh, you grab your empty notebook (you really needed to start paying attention and taking notes) and stand from the chair. You were hungry, and tired, and your feet were hurting. In fact, everything was hurting. You were, honestly, feeling miserable. You needed to pee all the time, and you had a constant foot stuck under your ribs, which also hurt, and made it hard to breathe. 

“What are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Emily asks you as you sit at your desk. 

“I’m going to my friend’s,” you reply, huffing as you sit at your desk, already out of breath. Jesus, you’re the size of a whale. And you’re just going to get bigger. 

“Oh,” Emily said. “You not going to be with your...baby daddy?” 

“No, he’s visiting family,” you reply, turning back to your emails. “He’s not seen them for a while, so...” you then give her a look. “Don’t call him my ‘baby daddy’.” 

“Well what else do I call him, you haven’t given us any information!” Emily cried, rolling her eyes in exasperation. 

You grin as you type out an email to the clients regarding their wants and needs for their advertising. You found it funny that Emily hadn’t put two and two together; that it was Santiago that was the father of your kids. That she was the one who set you both up together in the first place. She knew you were due in February; she could do the math. She lived next door to him, for God’s sake, how had she not seen you coming and going? 

“My private life is separate from my work life...for once,” you say. “I’d like to keep it that way, for a little while.” 

“So I eventually will know who he is, then?” Emily asked. 

“Probably. Maybe.” 

“Boo, boring,” Emily called, before turning to her own computer. 

Maybe you’d throw her a bone. You needed some entertainment since you’d taken a few steps back in work. “Fine. What do you want to know?” 

“His name?” Emily asked, looking back at you with wide, hopeful eyes. 

You shake your head no. “Ask for something else.” 

Emily groans before looking at you. “Fine. Are you guys like, dating, or anything? Or is it just a...” 

“A what?” you ask. 

“Well, are you dating or are you just...keeping him around?” 

“’Keeping him around’?” 

“Look, I don’t know how sensitive this is!” Emily cries, throwing her hands up in surrender at the look on your face. 

You tut and roll your eyes at her theatrics. “No, we’re not dating. We’re, like...friends now, I guess. He’s sticking around for the kids. It’s nice.” 

Emily hums in thought before turning back to her computer again. “Okay. Cool. It’s nice to know you’re not alone in this, you know?” 

“I wasn’t ever going to be alone; I have my friends.” 

“You know what I mean.” 

“Single mothers get along just fine without the fathers,” you mutter. “Now let’s drop it, okay? We’ve got a lot of stuff to do and not an awful lot of time.” 

“I didn’t mean to offend - “ 

“You’ve...” you start to say she hadn’t, but you stop yourself, because you might snap at her, and it isn’t her fault for your bad mood. You take a deep breath before shaking your head, trying to give her a soft look. “You haven’t offended me. I just feel like I have a lot going on at the moment. Work is busy, it’s the holidays and I'm not spending it with my family, and I'm pregnant. I constantly need to pee, I’m always hurting somewhere, and...” And I'm in love with Santiago and I can’t do anything about it. “And I’m just feeling it at the moment.” 

Emily nods, giving you a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry. The holidays are always a tough time of year.” 

You nod and turn back to your emails. “Yeah.” 

“If it’s any comfort, I think you’re handling everything like a champ,” Emily says. 

“Thanks,” you say, giving her a small smile. “It means a lot.” 

And you meant it.

You stand outside Beth and Georgia’s house, holding a box of brownies and a bottle of wine, your contribution to the Thanksgiving dinner (you’d attempted to make the brownies yourself, but it almost, almost, ended in tears and they had tasted awful when you were done; you ended up buying a Betty Crocker mix from the store where you only needed to add an egg and some oil and water). You’d been feeling a little off all day, woozy and just generally unwell. You put it down to holiday jitters and anxiety (your family still hadn’t contacted you, and Santi was a little quiet – but you couldn’t blame him, he was still at his sister’s house). So, you made yourself get ready and vowed to enjoy yourself at Beth’s house. 

Which was where you were now. You stood outside on the porch. You can hear the muffled chatter of family and the laughs of children as they play through the house, and it reminds you of Halloween at the Morales’s. You feel your cheeks warm at the memory of the kitchen. Shaking your head, clearing the images from your brain, you ring the doorbell. You swallow down the urge to vomit, shaking your head and putting on a smile. 

You wait a few moments before Beth opens the door, smiling widely at you. “Hey, you!” 

You greet her back as she moves aside, letting you in. You loved Beth’s house. It was always warm, and inviting, and full of sentiment, even when her day-to-day work meant that her client’s want modern and minimalist living spaces. “Thanks for letting me come today. It’s been a tough week.” 

“Oh my God, don’t even thank me, you’re welcome any time,” Beth said, closing the door behind you. “Here, let me take those.” She grabs the wine and the brownies from you. “Ooh, Châteauneuf-du-Pape, very nice.” She gives you an impressed look. 

You take off your jacket and hang it in the closet by the front door. “I hope you enjoy it because I might just cry about not having any.” 

“I’m taking a leaf out of Gabs’s book, I’ll not drink tonight out of consolidation,” Beth says, leading you into the kitchen, where you take a deep breath and inhale the smells of the turkey and vegetables in the oven. Despite your upset stomach, the food did smell amazing. She places the brownies and the wine on the marble countertop. “Stocked up on Diet Coke for you.” She grabs a can from the fridge. 

You thank her as you take the can, but you don’t open it. You both go through into the living room. You take a deep breath before slowly letting it go, giving a smile to Georgia as she approaches you, giving you a hug. You then thank her for letting you join their Thanksgiving, and, like Beth, tells you to ‘stop being silly’, and that you ‘were always welcome, holiday or not’. 

Dinner goes well. You mingle and meet some of Georgia’s family, who talk to you about the wedding and what plans had been made. They ask about your pregnancy, which you were happy to answer, but one of Georgia’s older relatives - quite rudely - asks why you’re alone on Thanksgiving. You’re taken aback at the question, and before you can even remotely five some sort of answer, Beth quickly steps in and shuts down the relative with an overenthusiastic smile. You still feel queasy and just...not right. 

You wish you could drink that bottle of wine you brought. 

By the time the food is ready, you feel worse, and you try your best, but you just can’t eat. Your stomach isn’t settling, and you’re having terrible Braxton Hicks; the worst you’ve ever felt. And the rude relative, whose name is still escaping you, is still looking at you with judgement on her face. You swallow what you can, but once everyone starts talking about dessert, you have to decline. 

“I’m sorry, Beth, I’m not...I’m not feeling that great,” you mumble to your best friend after dinner, following her with some dishes into the kitchen, your almost full plate at the top of the pile. 

“Is it because of what Aunt Rose said? Because you can ignore her, she still thinks Reagan is president,” Beth said, rolling her eyes as you both place the plates down by the sink. 

You shake your head quickly, taking a step back, wincing a little at yet another tightening in your abdomen. “No, no, it’s not that. Really. I just don’t feel very well. I think I’m gonna go home.” 

“Are you sure?” Beth asks, her brow furrowed at you. “I can drive you home if you’re not up for it.” 

“I’m fine, really. I’m not too far.” 

Beth looks at you with a little uncertainty before nodding. “Okay.” 

You give a small sigh through your nose as you try and give her a smile. “I really appreciate what you’ve done for me today. Really. I would have been sat at home, sulking and feeling sorry for myself otherwise.” 

“You’re too badass to do that,” Beth said before giving you a hug. “Get home safe.” 

“I’ll let you know when I’m home,” you say, giving Beth a final squeeze before you let her go. 

After grabbing your coat, you say goodbye to Georgia and thank her again for the dinner. She insists you take some of the Diet Coke they had in the fridge, and eventually, leave, a box of cans in your hands. You place them in your car, but you take a moment to leave against the frame, taking a few deep breaths as more Braxton Hicks hit you. 

“Come on, you’re fine,” you mutter to yourself, trying to keep the vomit down. “It’s just practice contractions; you’ve dealt with them before. The books said they’ll be more frequent around now.” 

You eventually make it into your car and drive home. You don’t bother carrying the box of cans up to your apartment, opting to leave them in the car. You slowly make your way to your apartment, sighing in relief at you close the door behind you. Although not as comfortable as it once was, since you had started packing some of your stuff away for the move in a few weeks, your apartment was still your safe space, and right now, you needed to relax. You send Beth a text, thanking her again for inviting you to Thanksgiving, and apologising for leaving so early. 

Then you strip and run yourself a bath, tossing your phone by the sink. You go all out, using candles and bubble bath, and some pregnancy safe bath salts that Courtney had gifted you. You sigh as you sink into the warm water, closing your eyes and slowly stroking your bump. The twins were quiet, not kicking as much, but maybe because the Braxton Hicks don’t feel as intense as you settle into the water, letting the bubbles float around you, the floral aromas from the salt filling the air. 

You must have dozed off, because when you open your eyes again, most of the bubbles had gone, and the water was considerably cooler. You sigh as you sit up and check the time on your phone. Yup, an hour had passed since you got home. You groan as you climb out the bath and grab a towel. You wrap it around yourself, then make your way to your bedroom. You get into your pyjamas, fully intending on crawling into bed and sleeping the rest of Thanksgiving away. 

However, as you turn to get into your bed, you wince again as there’s another tightening in your abdomen; so much so that you stop yourself again, having to lean against your chest of drawers. 

It’s fine. It’s normal. There’s not enough room for them both, so I will feel more uncomfortable. 

“I just need sleep,” you mutter to yourself. 

After a few more deep breaths, you climb into bed, leaning against your headboard as you stare at your bump. They were still quiet in there. You poke at your belly, trying to prompt a reaction. The twins were usually so active at this time, when you’re about to go to bed. It was as if they knew you would be going to sleep, and they decide to have a party in your uterus. 

You find yourself caught in the web of overthinking, a maze of thoughts that seem to have no end. Anxiousness creeps in like a silent intruder, casting shadows over your mind. Every thought, no matter how trivial, becomes a tangled mess of possibilities. The more you try to untangle the threads, the more they seem to multiply, creating a web of uncertainty. 

The weight of uncertainty is bearing down on you, and the fear of making the wrong choice paralyses your ability to think logically. Your mind refuses to quiet down as you wonder what was going on. 

You take in a shaky breath, before closing your eyes and counting to ten, twice. You try not to worry. You’ve been overthinking a lot, and you’re not feeling fantastic. They might just be feeling your uneasiness, about the holidays, about Santi, about your family. And you’d been socialising a lot with new people; maybe you just needed a break. 

Yeah. You just need a break. Maybe you could look into a ‘babymoon’, something Gabrielle had desperately wanted but Matthew couldn’t get the time off work, for both Theodore and Luna. Maybe you could take her along. Or would Santi want to go? It would make more sense to take Santi. But was that too forward? Too…couple-y? 

You’re overthinking again. 

With a one final pat to your bump, you send a final text, telling Santi goodnight, and you hope he’s had a good Thanksgiving with his sisters and their families. He sends you back a goodnight, and that he’ll see you when he gets back. He also mentioned his sisters were excited to meet you and become Tías. You smiled at the thought; at least Santi’s family were excited about your pregnancy. 

You put your phone on the side table, closing your eyes and letting sleep overcome you. 

However, hours later, you wake violently, gasping loudly at the pain. You sit in your bed for a moment, hands on your bump as you take a few breaths, before letting out a small cry at another rush of pain. No, something was wrong. You needed to go to the hospital. 

Shakily, you turn on your bedside lamp, and the room was illuminated in a warm glow. You throw back the covers and let out another loud cry at the sight of the blood on the sheets, and between your legs. 

I should have gone earlier; I shouldn’t have waited. 

You go to stand, but the pain was too much. You let out a sob as you grip your abdomen, leaning forward as you try and breathe. You reach out blindly for your phone, not really checking the time, before you scroll through your contacts and finding Beth’s number. You quietly sob as you wait for her to answer, the phone ringing out, feeling like a lifetime. 

When you were about to give up, she answers with a groggy, “Hello?” 

“H-hi,” you sob. “I’m s-s-so sorry i-it's late, and - “ 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” she asks, suddenly alert. You can hear shuffling on the other end of the phone. 

You sob again. “There’s some-s-something wrong, I-I-I need the hospital.” 

“We’ll be there in five minutes, stay on the phone with me, okay? Don’t move.” 

You give a shaky “okay,” down the phone. Everything sounds fuzzy as you focus on the pain, almost frozen to your place in your bed. You vaguely hear Beth talking to Georgia down the phone, sounding frantic, and you can soon hear the sound of a car engine. All you can do is nod as Beth talks down the phone to you. You were shaking, both in pain and at the sight of the blood seeping into the sheets. 

They were tainted. You need to throw them out. 

True to her word, Beth soon arrived, using her spare key to your apartment to let herself and Georgia in. You hang up your phone, but you don’t feel all there when Beth is kneeling down in front of you, talking to you gently as Georgia goes around your room, you’re assuming she’s packing a bag for you. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Beth asks, gently taking your hands and lifting you from the bed. You hear her hiss through her teeth at the sheets. 

You let out another loud sob. “Is it bad?” 

“No, honey, it’s not a lot, okay? It just took me by surprise. Don’t worry about it right now, okay, let’s just get you to the hospital.” 

You nod, and you let her guide you to your bathroom, where Georgia had tossed in some clean clothes. You luckily had some pads still sat in your medicine cabinet, so Beth situated one in your underwear. 

Georgia knocked on the door, but didn’t come in. “I packed a bag. I have a change of clothes and your phone and charger, some slippers. I can pack your toothbrush and a towel. Do you need anything else?” 

“N-no, no. Thank you,” you say. 

Beth grabs your toothbrush and a towel and tosses them to Georgia before turning back to you. “Come on, we’ll get in my car.” 

You sob again, looking at her as tears stream down your face. “What if - “ 

“Let’s not think about ‘what if’s right now, okay? Let’s talk to a doctor.” 

You make it to Beth’s car, slowly and carefully, and soon you’re on the way to the hospital. You're still cramping, but the pain wasn’t getting any worse. You can hear Beth talking to Georgia but you’re not sure what about before Beth turns to you. “Do you want me to call Santi?” 

Oh God, Santi. What do you say to him? You didn’t want to worry him. It’s almost four in the morning, he’s probably asleep. You don’t want to impose on his time with his family, especially since he’s not seen them for so long. He’s five hours away, and you could just see him speeding down the highway in that stupid truck of his. 

“No, no, I don’t want to worry him,” you say, shaking your head. 

Beth sternly says your name, causing you to look at her with wide eyes. “These are his children. He needs to know.” 

“He’s five hours away, Beth, what am I supposed to do? I’ll ruin his Thanksgiving!” 

“You are not ruining anything,” Beth says sternly. “I know you’re scared, and you feel like you need to handle this on your own and not be a burden, but you’re not alone. You’re not a burden. Now do you want me to call Santi?” 

You look at her, fresh tears pooling in your eyes. You suck in your lips and nod wordlessly. 

“Okay,” Beth said, digging in your bag for your phone. She knew your passcode and had no problem getting to your contacts. After a few moments, she puts the phone to her ear. It takes a while, and Santi doesn’t answer. Beth leaves him a message, introducing herself and giving him a quick rundown of the situation. She ends the voicemail with telling him to call back as soon as he could. 

Beth continues to calm you with soft words and promises that you’ll get through this, that you’re not alone and they were there for you. 

All you could do was nod at her. 

You arrive soon at the hospital, Beth clambering out the car before Georgia could even stop the car. Beth helped you out gently as Georgia grabbed your bag, and the two brought you through to the front desk, where the nurse behind the station didn’t even hesitate to call in a doctor and get you a wheelchair as Beth spouted off what was wrong. 

You were wheeled off to obstetrics and gynaecology and placed into an examination room. You settle yourself in the bed as a redheaded doctor, a woman, comes into the room with a dark-haired nurse, also a woman, and introduces themselves as Dr Montgomery and Alisha, as they set up some bands around your bump. Dr Montgomery asks you what happened, and you fill her in as best as you could, telling her that the twins weren’t moving as much and when the pains started, you had bled. Beth had to take over a few times as it becomes too much for you, her hand tightly squeezing yours. You weren’t sure how long you’d been holding it. 

Dr Montgomery nods and writes it down on her clipboard before she gives you a gentle look. “Has anything like this happened before?” 

You shake your head. “N-no. I’ve not had any issues before.” 

“And this is your first pregnancy?” 

You nod again. 

Dr Montgomery nodded, writing down the notes before she gives you another smile. “We’ll monitor your tightenings, and we’ll examine the bleeding. We’ll also schedule in an ultrasound and take a look at your babies, okay?” 

Dr Montgomery was nice. She had a kind smile, and she was calm, and you felt safe. You nod at her. “Okay.” 

Dr Montgomery looked at Beth and Georgia. “Are you two...” 

“We’re her friends,” Beth answered. “Her family is out of state, and the father is visiting family for Thanksgiving.” 

You appreciate Beth keeping a level head and not going into too much detail. 

Dr Montgomery nodded. “Usually we only allow family, but we’ll let it slide for now. Although one of you might have to leave later today.” 

“’I’ll go,” Georgia said. “I have my family at home anyway, I’ll need to keep them busy when they wake up.” 

“I’m so sorry – “ 

“Stop apologising,” Beth said, giving you a stern look. “This isn’t something you can control, okay? It’s not your fault.” 

Georgia nodded, placing your bag on the chair. “Keep me posted, okay?” she gives Beth a kiss, and then leans down to give you a tight hug before pulling away and telling Beth she’ll text her later before leaving. 

Alisha checks the monitor on the babies’ movements, before nodding and looking at Dr Montgomery. “Movements detected; we’ll monitor over the next hour.” 

“Good,” said Dr Montgomery before turning to you. “Are you okay with me examining you?” 

“I don’t have a choice,” you say. 

Beth gave your hand another squeeze. 

“Okay,” Dr Montgomery said before talking to Alisha, before they examine you. 

It was intrusive, and painful. You hated every second of it, and you sobbed even more, not knowing what was going on and what was happening to your babies. 

“Everything will be okay,” Beth whispered to you. “It might not seem like it now, but it will be.” 

“How heavy was the flow?” Dr Montgomery asked. 

“I…uh…I don’t know,” you say, your breathing shaking a little. “I didn’t…it was enough for me to panic.” 

Dr Montgomery nodded before she appeared from your legs. “Well, it looks like it’s subsided. We’ll come back in an hour and check out your states. In the meantime, I’ll arrange an ultrasound.” 

“Thank you, Dr Montgomery,” Beth said, giving a closed lipped smile as Dr Montgomery and Alisha walked out the room. 

You throw your arm over your eyes and lay back on the bed, trying to calm your breathing again as your heart thuds heavily in your chest. 

“Hey, don’t panic, okay? We’re here now, Dr Montgomery is gonna look after you.” 

You couldn’t answer her. Now that you were here, laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to monitors, it all became very overwhelming. You sobbed quietly, Beth holding your hand before leaning over and holding you, letting you cry into her shoulder. She strokes your hair, and murmurs comforting words as she lets you sob loudly, soaking her jacket with tears. Beth says nothing about it. 

After a while, you lift your head, and wipe at your eyes. “I got snot on your jacket.” 

She snorts in amusement. “I’ve had worse on me.” 

“I don’t want to know,” you say, giving a weak chuckle, tears still slowly running down your cheeks. 

Beth gives you a light swat on the arm, giving her own small laugh before passing you a tissue from your bedside cabinet. You take it gratefully before wiping your face. You both go into a lull, listening to the general sounds of the hospital room. 

Beth is first to break the silence. “What do you want me to tell the others?” 

You shake your head. “Nothing, yet.” you take a deep breath. “I feel awful. Physically and emotionally.” 

“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to. Not right now.” 

You merely nod at her, before going silent again. 

You manage to get some sleep, but it wasn’t long after that Dr Montgomery comes back to check on you. She checks you over, and is glad to say the bleeding had stopped, and the monitors have detected that there has been a decrease in tightenings, and the babies seem to be moving a little more. 

“But I would still like to get an ultrasound,” she had said. 

It was arranged for 9am, which gave you a few hours to rest. You told Beth she could go home, but she told you to not ‘be silly’, that she was ‘going to stay right here’. You were thankful for her support. 

Santi eventually calls just before you go for the ultrasound, when Alisha was setting you up in a wheelchair. 

You answer the phone after Beth passes it over. “Santi - “ 

“What happened? Are you okay? Are the babies okay?” he throws question after question at you, and you barely can get a word in until he calms down. 

“I had a scare,” you tell him gently. “I’m in the hospital now, about to go for a scan. Dr Montgomery is positive that everything is okay - “ 

“Shit, I can be there in...if I go faster than the speed limit, I can get there in a few hours - “ 

“Santiago, do not kill yourself trying to get down here.” 

“I’m leaving right now,” he says, and you can hear him shuffling in the background; he must be packing his bag. “I can be there in five hours, okay?” 

“Santi, listen to me,” you say. “You don’t...you don’t need to come down, okay?” 

Beth’s eyes widen at you, but you wave her off. 

“It’s Thanksgiving, you haven’t seen your sisters for years, I...you don’t need to come.” 

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before he finally asks, “Do you want me there?” 

Your heart breaks. He sounded so unsure. “Santi, of course I do - “ 

“Then let me be there,” he says. “These are my kids. This is you.” 

You bite your lip before nodding. “Okay,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.” 

“This isn’t your fault,” he says. “I need you to know that.” 

You talk a little more, asking how his Thanksgiving was (“How are you asking me that right now?”), and what else he had planned for the day (“Nothing, I'm coming home to be with you.”). You felt lighter talking to him, that he didn’t blame you for what happened, that he was just happy to hear that you were in the hospital and getting checked out. You told him to prepare for bad news, if Dr Montgomery found anything. 

“If anything comes back...bad,” he starts. “Then...we’ll deal with it. We’ll make a plan.” 

You hesitated for a moment before muttering back the affirmative. You wanted everything to be okay. You needed everything to be okay. You needed these babies healthy, and happy. 

"I have to go,” you say to him. 

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?” he says to you. 

“Okay. Bye, Santi.” 

“I’ll see you soon, cariño.” 

You hang up the phone with a shaky breath before handing it back to Beth, who placed it back in your bag. “Is he coming?” she asks. 

You nod. “Yeah, he’s leaving his sister’s now.” 

Beth nods. “Good,” she says, before you both turn to look at the door as it opens, and Dr Montgomery steps through. 

Dr Montgomery smiles softly at you from your place in your wheelchair. “Are you ready?”

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath, @superficialfeelings, @othersideoftheparadise, @beezusvreeland

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Birthday Tears (Teen!Bo x Birthday!Reader)

Part 1 (Bo and Reader are 18 YO)

A/N: This is my first actual story so I'm sorry if it sucks

Warnings: A little angsty, mentions of past death, let me know if there's anything else

Summary: It's readers birthday and they have to spend it alone, until their boyfriend Bo surprises them that night. Bo comforts reader while they cry.

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As you walked through the store buying cupcakes, candles, and other stuff, you heard someone call out your name. Turning to see who it is you saw Seth, your best friend walking toward you with a smile. "Happy birthday!" Seth smiles, hugging you tight. "Thanks!" You smile, hugging him back. "I'm sorry you can't spend your birthday with anyone" "Yeah thanks, it sucks." "I can only imagine. if I wasn't headed out of state I would spend it with you." "I know you would Seth, I know you would" you nodded your head.

"Oh! I got you some things and put them in your car" Seth mentions. "Oh god, well thanks!" You smile even wider. "You're welcome. So what's Bo doing today?" He asks tilting his head a little. "Working, he said he and his siblings need the money, so he's working an extra week." "Oh that's fair. How's he doing? You know family wise?" "Same old, same old. His parents are still terrible people and my house is still their safe place." "Well then. The pain will be over someday I can assure them that" "I sure hope so." "Well happy birthday again, I hope you have the best day. See ya Y/N/N!" "Thanks and bye Seth!" You two hugged one more time before separating ways.

You payed for your things and went home. You took your groceries and birthday present inside and put them on the kitchen counter. You glanced at the big gift and put it with the small pile of gifts from different people. You planned on opening them later tonight. You looked at the clock and the time said 5:30 PM. You decided to cook pizza for dinner.

You looked at the collage of pictures of you and your parents sighing. "Mom. Daddy. It's my birthday! I turned 17 today. I miss you guys. I love you." You spoke to the pictures. Your parents had died in a car crash when you were 13. The stove beaper went off and you went to go take the pizza out of the oven.

A while after you ate you went to go pick out a candle and a cupcake. You leaned against the counter and chose a blue colored candle and lit it. You made your wish and blew it out. "Happy birthday to me" you say to yourself, tears running down your face. You started sobbing out of the blue and you couldn't stop. You slid to the floor and just cried. You cried so hard you didn't even hear the door open.

You felt two arms wrap around you and hear a panicked, southern accented voice ask "Whats wrong? Why are you cryin'?". You look up and see a worried Bo. "I'm just tired of being alone. I'm tired of living alone. And now I have to spend my birthday alone." You sobbed. Bo put you on his lap and laid your head down on his shoulder. "I know you do baby I know. And you don't have to spend your birthday alone because I'm here to spend the rest of it with you." He assured squeezing you.

Bo let you sob into his shoulder while he held you close, rubbing your back. You eventually stopped crying but you continued to lay your head on his shoulder. "Happy birthday baby." Bo said in comforting tone. "Thank you," You say, "for everything." "You're welcome sweetheart."

Both of you stayed in silence until Bo says "come on darlin' it's getting late, let's go to bed." He got up and put a small bag with the pile of other gifts and cards. He put your uneaten cupcake in the fridge. He eventually picked you up bridal style and started walking upstairs to your bedroom. "What are you doing?" You ask. "Spending the night with you. I got done work, went home real quick and came here." "Why'd you run to your house?" "To telk the boys and mama that I'll be here and to pick up a few things. Your birthday present and your cake me, Vin, and Les all made together for you." "Aw thank you!" "No problem baby."

Bo finally makes it to your room and sets you down on your bed. "Stay here I need to run downstairs real quick". He came back carrying a bag of clothes and more. He took out a shirt and handed it to you for you to wear. You took it and undressed, putting it on. He did the same thing. He took his shirt and pants off and put some p.j. shorts on. He grabbed your bare thighs and pulled you closer to him. He kisses you softly and hugs you tightly, his forehead pressed to yours.

"I love you so much. Always remember that." He whispered in your ear. "I will. And same goes for you. Remember that I love you." "Deal. We can have cake tomorrow but right now we need to sleep". Finally after what seemed like forever you both pulled away and climbed into your bed. You cuddled up to him and he wrapped his arms around you protectively. He kissed your forehead and smiled. You look up at him and smile back.

"Happy birthday darlin. I love you." "I love you more." "I love you most." And with that and the sound of his heartbeat, you fell asleep.

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