#i can't believe i didn't respond to that i swear i thought i did

[holycrimin]

Please.. I need you.

Rise!Donnie x reader

Summary: you wanted, no, needed him. And he didn't need you back. After the failed confession, he started to ignore you. And you decide to confront him.

Warnings: mild swearing, angst, don's kinda mean at first, might be ooc?, idk how to deal with my emotions so some of the scenes may be deemed as cringey or awkward, amatuer writer

No beta we die like men/this has no been proof-read, i just skimmed it

Alright. Today was the day. Today was the day you confessed to him. You've thought of every possibility that might happen, whether that be him saying yes or rejecting you. You thought you were ready, you had to have been ready, right?

"Hey! You ready?" April called out, the other three brothers peeking in aswell. "Yeah just– just a little... nervous, is all."

"Pbbt! Don't worry about it, i'm sure everything's going to be finee!" Leo said, patting you on the back. "Yeah! Like leo said, it's going to be fine." "And if anything happens, like.. you two getting together! Call us up!" Mikey exclaimed, although getting smacked by Raph, uttering a small 'ack!'

You chuckle, "Well, here goes nothing." You walk out of the room, which you just now realized was leo's, and start heading for donnie's lab.

Out of the room, you run into leo once again. "Hey, if he ever gives you a hard time, i'll be here for you, okay?" He pats your back, genuinity in his voice. 'Huh.. a little out of character, but he means well, right?' You nod at him with a small smile and he went on his way, getting the hint.

The walk to his lab felt longer than usual, your heart pounding and your legs also shaking. You can do this, they believe in you, you have to believe in yourself too.

You peek through his door, trying to see what he was doing. You couldn't really tell what he was doing, with his back turned and all.

"Y/n, I know you're there, I can literally see you." You jump a little. Right, he had cameras. Or maybe you were just that bad at sneaking and stuff. Nevertheless, you walk in. "Give me a minute, i'm working on something." He said, waving you off. He looks to be tinkering with something.

"Y.. yeah, about that. Could I... Could i talk to you for a minute?" You could feel your face heating up, 'c'mon, you can do this!' You say, trying to hype yourself up for the confession internally. "Yeah yeah, uh.. just give me a second, anndd...." he makes some small adjustments. "Alright, now.. what did you wanna say? Make it quick, though, it's a little unstable." He looks at you, putting his goggles on his head.

Oh god, here come the second thoughts. Maybe you shouldn't go through this after all... No, no you already made it this far. You can't turn back now.

"Uh.. you just gunna.. stand there?" Oh, right. "Right! Right.."

"Okay, so.." You gulp, fiddling with your fingers. "You know how... we've been friends for a while now?" "..yeah?" He seems confused, maybe a little suspicious. "Well.. uh...I– Shit, I don't know how to say this..." you scratched to back of your neck, looking at the ground.

"The thing is..." you clench your fist, donnie seeming the get the hint a little but still hearing you out just to make sure. "The.. The thing is that... I like you, Don. Alot."

"Like alot, alot. Might even say i've fallen for you. Hard. I..." You struggled to find the words, "I really do like you. I have for a while now. And– and I didn't want to tell you because you're one of the best people that's ever entered my life, I wasn't ready to give that up because of how i felt." You could feeling your cheeks burning through your skin.

"I can't go a day without thinking about you. I love how you're passionate about what you do, I love... everything about you." As you looked up, he had a bewildered expression on his face.

"And... I was wondering if you felt the same?" You could feel your anxiety welling up.

"....You're kidding, right?" He asked, looking at you with a humorous expression. You were silent, you didn't know how to respond. God, this was worse than just being outright rejected.

He sees your expression, "Oh.. you weren't joking huh." You braced yourself for the worse, "Y/n, listen. I'm flattered, I am! but... I just uh.. don't.."

"I... don't feel the same, Y/n." He rubbed the nape of his neck, feeling awkward.

Well. This.. this is very awkward. And in an attempt to ease it, he suddenly spoke. "Anyways.. I better get back to this! I.. uh.. gotta.. fix the.. Firing.. Pin..?" He quickly gets back to whatever the hell he was doing before, very obviously ignoring you.

"...I.. Alright. I'll see you around i guess." You dashed out of there as quickly as possible, tears almost bursting through. Donnie, on the other hand, was having a crisis. What does this mean for the both of you?

He sat there tinkering for a moment. Does he..? No, no he doesn't. But why did it hurt so much? For the both of you..? He saw the pain in your eyes when he rejected you. Maybe... maybe he should go apologiz– No no, that'll only make things more complicated. He'll do it tomorrow.

For now, he'll focus on work.

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You were in the living room, and you were inconsolable. 'This.. isn't fair.' You thought. Of course it wasn't, it was one-sided love for god's sake. It just hurt so much. But you can't blame him. It's not like you can force him to love you.

You just need someone right now. Someone that wasn't Donnie.

April went home because she forgot to study for the test on friday, Splinter is off to who knows where, not like he could help anyway.. and the other two are nowhere to be found. Then, you remembered.

Leo.

You knock on the doorframe, "Who's theree!~" he slightly yelled. You open the curtains, tears running down your face and hair messed up. "Oh. I'm.. guessing it didn't work..?" His voice was softer, putting the comic book down. You nod your head, about to burst into tears once again.

"Hey, hey.. come on, talk to me. What happened?" He asks, putting his hand behind your back. "I-I.. It didn't exactly.. go well." You say, falling back onto his mattress. "He didn't feel the same way. Which I guess is fine.. I can't force him to. But still... it hurt like a bi‐"

"Wait wait wait, he told you he doesn't like you??" He cuts you off, "Yeah? Why?" "Uh- ahem! Nothing nothing, continue." He smiled, moving on.

Time flew by so quickly, that by then you both had diverted from the original topic to instead talking about comics and personal interests. Thank god for that.

Of course, you had to go home. You said your goodbyes to leo. You contemplated saying goodbye to donnie, but in the end you couldn't say goodbye.

After you left, he decided to visit Donnie. He went in the lab without knocking, being 'stealthy' about it. Well, his definition of stealthy. "Oh dear brother of minee!~" Donnie audibly sighs, "Ugh, what do you want, 'nardo?"

"Oh nothing, I just heard from Y/n that you really messed up, man." Donnie stopped tinkering. "..What did they say?" "Just how you practically hurt their feelings so much they went to me, instead of you for comfort?" He said, checking his nails.

He stopped, "They went to you? What did they say?"

"Donnie, donnie, it doesn't matter. What matters, is that you apologize to them! A simple "i'm sorry", should do the trick." He said. "I can't just do that! It'll make everything more awkward! What am I even supposed to say?!"

"Dunno, bro, you rejected them. Not my fault." Leo said, trying to get a rise out of him.

Donnie suddenly stood up, "Well what was i supposed to do?! They-They came to me with this... this... stupidly cut- i mean.. stupid love confession!" "Oh my god, you dense-! Don't you realise you like them back?!" He was speechless. "Excuse me? What are you talking about?! I.. I don't..." "Suree, like you don't get jealous when they talk to the others." He nonchalantly said.

"Anywho, I should be going now. Me and Mikey are gonna go skateboarding! By the way, you should really apologize to them. They looked... heartbroken." As Leo exited the room, Donnie was left stunned.

No.. he couldn't possibly be. Jealous? Him? Tsk, as if.

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Donnie laid awake in his room, thinking about what you said, and what Leo said.. 'The... the thing is.. I like you Don. Alot.' 'Oh my god, you dense-! Don't you realise you like them back?!' Damn it, why... why were you like this? It hurt so much to see you hurting. Why...

He saw how you poured your heart out. Was he too harsh? He didn't want to think about it. He still wanted you around. He still cared about you.

And– and Leo... was he right? Did he really... like you?

Well, who cares. He's thinking about this too deeply, you probably moved on already.

He shouldn't talk to you. He doesn't deserve to be around you. Not even when it hurts him. It's for your, and his own good.

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A week went by. Of course, you still talked to the other three and April, but.. Donnie avoided you. Alot. Even when you tried to talk to him, rekindle your friendship, but he wouldn't budge. It definitely frustrated you, but you felt it wasn't in your place to say anything.

You were hurt. Very, very hurt. You tried moving on, but every time you tried to talk to him, he gave you the cold shoulder.

'Come on, i just want some closure..' you internally sighed. Was he embarrassed or something? You're so confused..

You know what, you should confront him. Walking around, you were wondering if you should check his room, or his lab first. You ultimately decided on his lab, since that's where he usually resides.

"Hey Y/n, where ya goin'? Aren't you gonna come with us? Me and the guys are gunna get some pizza." Asked raph, pointing to the surface. "Hm? Oh uh.. no thanks. I've gotta go do something else." You politely decline his offer. "You sure? We can get some since uh.." he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "No, it's fine." You flashed a small smile. "Eh, suit yourself. Hey guys! Wait up!" He ran after them. Well, let's just hope they save you some later.

Right now, your attention is fully on Donnie. Just confront him, and you can move on. This... isn't going to be easy, but it's worth a shot. You walk into his lab, and were sure enough, he was there. Slaving away into whatever project he decided to start once more.

You take a quiet, but deep breath. You clear your throat, "Don, mind telling me why you've been avoiding me?" You said, walking further into the room. He stopped what he was doing, taking off his goggles and putting it on his head. "I don't know what you're talking about." He seemed.. normal? What the hell?

But there's still something different. He doesn't seem like himself. "You don't think i haven't noticed? Every time i try to talk to you, you always have an excuse." You take a step forward. "What else could you possibly be doing at three in the afternoon?" He stands up, looking down on the floor. "I- I just have some things i need to do, is all.."

"That's—!.. Don, come on, please.." you begged, "Let's just get this over with. It's hard enough trying to move on." He stayed silent, an apathetic expression on his face. Were you too pushy or something? You continuously try to get him to talk to you but he wouldn't budge.

There was silence.

All there was, was silence. None of you said a word. He keeps working on.. whatever, trying to ignore you completely. He doesn't hate you, does he..?

"Did.. did i ruin this...? Did i.. did i ruin us?" He flinched, expression softening. He quickly dropped his tools. "I.. I-I..."

You stare at him once more, a spiteful look in your eye, before deciding to leave the lab. "I really did love you, donatello. But even if you didn't, we could've atleast tried to stay friends." You've had enough of his antics. The guilt was washing over him, enough that he couldn't think straight.

Your eyes filling with tears. He did that.. to you. Your cheeks were puffing up, and your eyes were turning red. He caused this. He just wanted to apologise over and over again. To hold you in his arms.

'No.. No don't go.. please..' he reached out his hand.

He wanted to show you how much he loved you. How, it's not too late, we can still...

Wait... Does he....? A moment of realisation washed over him.

He wanted you. He needed you.

Leo was right.

Without thinking, he grabbed your wrist. "Don, wha-" you were cut off by a sudden kiss. It was short, but god, was it sweet. Your face was practically as red as raph's bandana.

"Sorry! Sorry, I know I should've asked first, I-.." he cuts himself off.

You were speechless... what in the..? "I.. I'm so sorry, Y/n. Hah.. god, you have no idea how much it hurt to avoid you." He looked into your eyes.

"Wh-wha.." he grabbed on to you, face dropping to the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry, god, i'm so sorry.." flustered, you whisper, "Don." You thought Leo was out of character, but this?

He looked up at you, "haha... you had me thinking you hated me for a second." You say, cupping his face. "I could never! I would never." You smile, kissing him on the forehead.

He chuckles, "does this mean you forgive me?" "Hm... say you love me first, then we'll talk." You grin. He wore a flustered look, "Huh-?! Oh you cheeky little..!"

You look at him with a shit-eating grin, although he eventually did give in, his face flushed a dark green. "Fine," he gave you another kiss, a longer one, gentle and soft. As sweet as honey. "I love you."

You flashed a beaming smile, "I love you too, Don."

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Author's note: I edited this fic (after like a few months) a little because im just now rereading it and oh my god some lines are either cringe, or not something the character would say at all, so hope you enjoy the edited version! Not much was changed lol

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[laurwantschaos]

(College Au Gyutaro × Gn Reader)

Small warnings: Slight teenage themes! Heavy kissing!

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I adore him omg. He just deserves all of the love I swear. Enjoy!!

Word count: 800

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Strawberries and Cream 🍓

"Sweet heart."

"Do not start calling me that when you want me to do things."

"Gyuuu!" Your whines might as well have fallen on deaf ears due to your boyfriend being a stubborn asshole. "You can put down the homework for one minute and I will let you get right back to it. I just want you to try something." He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his rolly chair, pulling his calloused hands away from the keyboard, mumbling to you, "You are the one making me do my homework. Now I have to stop?" He gave you a quick side-eye, watching you get comfortable on his bed. "Make up your mind on what you want."

"Mmmm, I think you deserve a dessert break!" Gyutaro tilted his head to the side in a confused manner, racking his brain for what the hell you mean by dessert. He quickly corrected, "I don't have anything sweet in my room besides you at the moment." A blush crept up to your ears and your face burned. "Not me. You're on a thin edge today. I brought something that I thought you would enjoy."

"You snuck something past me?" The green haired male carefully closed his laptop after making sure that his assignment was saved.

"Th' fuck did you sneak past me?"

A grin spread across your features and you stepped off of his bed and opened the mini fridge. Gyutaro watched as you pulled out something that he would barely consider dessert. "You really brought strawberries and whipped cream? Aren't you supposed to coat the strawberries with sugar?"

A whine left your lips at your boyfriend's teasing and you protested, "I heard that it was romantic!"

An awkward moment of silence was then shared as the two of you stared at one another. Gyutaro was the first to break the silence with laughter. "Romantic?? You always come up with the stupidest things for romance!" You were quick to fire back, plopping down on his lap, "My ideas may be stupid, but you always seem to love them."

He rolled his eyes, leaning forward to give your cheek a peck. You grinned and shifted closer to place kisses along the birthmarks on his face. Ever since the two of you had been together, his self confidence had grown a bit. Not because he liked his body or face, but because you did. You loved and appreciated him with your heart and trusted him to do the same for you.

Ssssss

He wasn't even fast enough to process it. The cold cream against his lips, then the warmth of your lips chasing it tongue first. Your warm tongue swiped across his lips, gathering the whipped cream from them, then you made quick work of pressing your lips against his, sucking on his bottom lip gently. He opened quickly and the taste of strawberries and whipped cream lingered on your tongue.

As the two of you seperated, he had to do a double take and mumbled, "I can't believe you're getting this ballsy." He didn't like the look of smug satisfaction on your face. "You're the one that was complaining about the dessert that I picked. So I wanted you to like it. So I paired it with something I knew you liked."

Gyutaro.exe has stopped functioning. His face glowed a soft red color and he looked away quickly. You gently held his face in your hands, guiding his face back to look at you. Kisses were peppered all over his face, extra ones included for his birthmarks that you loved oh so much. Through his own embarrassment, he rested the palms of his hands against your thighs and leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss. You moved your hands to his shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. Gyutaro gently squeezed your thighs in his hands in a playful manner, pulling out of the kiss to catch some air. “Strawberries and cream may be one of my new favorite desserts now.”

“Now you like it?” You simply decided to roll your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him and he quickly responded in annoyance, “I’ll bite that pretty tongue right off.” He pulled you farther into his lap by your thighs. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Don’t tempt me.”

As fast as it began, it ended with a burst of laughter from both sides. “Fuck you, Gyutaro.” He quipped back, “Fuck you, (Y/n).” He paused to think then groaned, “I think you’ve wasted most of my dessert time.” With a whine, you nodded and crawled off of his lap. “Get to work then pretty boy and I’ll share some more strawberries and whipped cream.” A smile played on your lips and Gyutaro found himself smiling, “Fine but you better not eat it all without me.”

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #x reader #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #demon slayer x gender neutral reader

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Regulus Black x fem! potter! Reader - Astronomy Tower (Soulmate au) Part 1/2

A/n: I changed some of the things that happened, deal with it okay? I also am finished part 2 Ima just wait to post it because I'm evil

Warnings: Death, deatheater mentions, swearing, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Regulus Black did not expect to wake up like this

(Pronouns used: she/her)

Part 2/2

I do NOT support J. K. Rowling, or any transphobic/homophobic things she says (or anything she says really), or TERFS!

Regulus Black did not expect to wake up like this.

Everything was red and blazing, the water was sloshing around him and the pain- oh the pain then... then... Darkness.

So, how the fuck did he end up in his mothers and father house?

"What the-" He starts to stand up looking around the room for some... clue. God forbid Walburga find him here though, that was the last thing he wanted. So he tried to make as little noise as possible.

Apparently, it wasn't enough because the door flew open the reveal a girl with blazing y/e/c orbs, and a horrified look on her face.

With the flick of her wrist he was flown back making contact with the wall and hitting it hard as he struggles against the magic that seems to have a firm hold on him.

In a split second her wand his pressed up against his throat and the look in her eyes makes her look dangerous. And he had been around some very dangerous people but he had never been more enticed and terrified in his life.

"Who are you deatheater." She grits out.

"What do you mean?"

The eighteen year old girl presses her wand farther into his throat.

"I can see your dark mark you can't hide from me!"

Ah, he had forgotten his mother had forced him to get that lovely tattoo.

"Ya, you might find that Voldemort isn't very found of me-" She gives him a look and he basically just stops talking in general. "Regulus Arcturus Black." He mutters out instead.

That must've not been the answer that she thought she was going to get because he's dropped to the floor and she takes a step backward.

"That's not possible, you died!"

"Obviously not." He sarcastically responds groaning a bit as he stands up.

The witch just shakes her head. "No you don't get it; I'm Y/n Potter."

Regulus gives her a weird look as if saying he doesn't believe her.

"James Potter doesn't have a sister! Or, at least I thought he didn't..."

"No, no, no. I'm Y/n Lily Potter."

Regulus freezes. "What?" He whispers.

"Regulus," She says gently, taking a few steps forward so that he can't look anywhere but her eyes.

"It's 1995, it's been nearly twenty years."

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When Y/n had seen the words written on her skin she knew she was screwed.

The delicate writing had been in scripted on the soft spot on her wrist; Regulus Arcturus Black, it was the name of someone who was long gone. At least because she was a witch she could just touch the spot on her right wrist and it would shorten to R.A.B.

Y/n didn't particularly care that her soulmate was well- Dead. Really, she didn't have time for it to sadden her, she had her younger brother a bright, reckless, Gryffindor ready for any adventure, to take care of.

There were sometimes when the moon was high in the sky and the sun was long gone. The times where she couldn't sleep, laying wide awake in her bed. In those times she would get up to go to the astronomy tower and she would gaze upon the constellations - Leo, in particular was one of her favorites. Then she would softly touch her wrist letting the real name unfold upon her skin.

Regulus Arcturus Black

It was the only time where she let herself think about her soulmate in a way that wasn't... Negative, she would let herself be sorrowful about the time she would never have with her other-half yet some sort of happiness. Of true, pure happiness would spread through the pain, it was bitter sweet but it was there.

So Y/n Potter was certainly surprised to find her long thought dead soulmate in front of her. Even if he wasn't dead, he should have at least been 40, not 18.

"I should have drowned in that lake."

Regulus mutters while rubbing his hands over his face.

After Y/n had pointed her wand at his throat and his true identity was revealed they had had some proper introductions over the last few days just waiting for the order and her brother to come back for winter break. Hell, they hadn't even thought about what would happen when Sirius found out Regulus was alive. That Merlin, he was with Remus.

Yet in that time period the two of them were getting closer, they had been both aware that the other were their soulmate and had both agreed that nothing would happen. Nevertheless even they couldn't pull away from each and had finally decided that they should stop trying to be stupid gits and love each other now that they had the chance.

Although there was one question that still plagued both of their minds.

'How the fuck was Regulus even here.'

"Maybe you did?"

He looks over to her sharply. "I'm not sure I follow."

Y/n bites her lip in concentration trying to find the best way to describe this.

"Love, please don't hurt yourself."

Immediately she stops, yet she also seems to know what she wants to say as well.

"So you know how my mum sacrificed herself to save Harry?"

"Yes, and I know how they locked you in the cabinet and put a silencing charm on you."

"No, no. That's not what I'm getting at. When Lil- my mum sacrificed herself it put a protective shield on Harry blocking the killing curse. Something that no wizard or witch, no matter how powerful can't block. What happens if it's something similar to that?"

Regulus appears to understand and starts to nod along to what she's saying.

"So somehow with the power of love, I was... Resurrected?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Perhaps."

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It was May 2, 1998 and Y/n Lily Potter was announced dead.

None of the order members had known about Regulus, you had both decided that it was better that way. So that very same year that they had met each other they had bought a flat for both to live in. Yet with the fatal battle that took her life all was revealed.

"Why would Y/n tell us to go to her flat?" Hermione asks Sirius, and Remus in a rather hushed tone as to not disturb Harry who she didn't want to upset.

"I have no idea." Sirius whispers for the both of them as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Sirius step into the flat.

"Why are you in my house!" A man comes with light raven hair and grey eyes with a white button up shirt rolled up to his elbows comes into view.

Before Remus and Sirius can even voice their shock at seeing the younger Black Harry pulls out his wand and narrows his eyes menacingly at the man.

"Why are you in my sister's house!"

The man seems to flatter and he looks away from them all.

"So she is dead."

Harry wanted to scream, yes his sister was dead. He may have defeated Voldemort but he would have let him live if his sister could have.

Yet before he goes to say something he notices the name on the man's right wrist.

Y/n Lily Potter

"You're her soulmate?"

The other two older men finally speak up.

"How are you alive?"

The three young adults give confused glances at the two older men.

"What do you me-"

"I'm Regulus Black his," Regulus points towards Sirius. "Brother."

He just sighs and motions for them to come sit.

This was going to be a long talk.

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

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[felinaone]

The beginning

Paring || Jake lockley x F!reader

Words || 3k

Warnings || swearing, violence, mentions of deaths and guns

Summary || after one encounter with him, you can't keep meeting again.

You sighed looking at the wall clock '9:30 pm' finally your shift was almost over, having two jobs is really something isn't? if you were honest you liked more working at the morning coffee shop rather than the night steak restaurant why? well very simple it so happens that you work with your boss daughter Sarah which wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't such a fucking moron! not only does she whine about practically everything, repeating that she doesn't like working here and saying costumers don't have patience with her when taking a order but she's also been having this habit of leaving you in charge while she goes with her boyfriend almost every night and on top of that your boss thinks that she does everything he tells her to do, why do you not tell your boss about this? easy. he always believes everything that comes out of her mouth one time you didn't take a order she wanted you to take for her and went straight to your boss accusing you of 'not following orders when she is the next ceo of the restaurant' and he believed of her course.

you huffed, you would to see her try doing a goddamn steak without burning it for being to distracted on her goddamn phone. looking in front you saw the burrito place maybe you should go and check if they have work vacants it looks better than here for sure, good now you are craving a burrito

You were lost in your thoughts when a hand moving in front of your face along with an annoying voice snaps you back to reality “helloo? Did you hear me? that table wants two medium rare steaks and some pasta with sauce of the house” she says snapping her fingers in your face “isn't that your table? why don't do it yourself? I'm busy.” you answered her as you kept folding the fabric napkins.

She snorted “doing what? you literally been standing there like an idiot for like five minutes.” you gripped the napkins and before you could respond she added “bedsides i can't. I'm leaving in three minutes I have a date with marcus tonight so you are in charge” she said grabbing her purse to leave but you stopped her before she could do so “we are still open for half an hour, you can't just leave like nothing there's still a lot of clients” you crossed you arms clearly annoyed “so? That's not my problem go tell willam to help you I'm leaving.” and with that she leave through the front door leaving you fuming all you wanted to do now was scream in the pile of napkins but william entered the room looking at you with your head laying down on the counter “sarah leaved you again in charge didn't she?” you nodded in response “don't worry i will help you with the last clients before closing” you smiled at him “thanks will but you really don't have to I can close by myself it's fine” he patted your head laughing softly “it's okay I'm going to hospital later to see daisy anyways.” you got up from the counter “how is she?” you asked him hopeful. “well the doctor says if everything goes well this week she can finally get out of the incubator and come home with us.” you patted his back happily “that's good news! I told she was going to be healthy”

he chuckled “i'm glad you were right, now let's get back to work we still have a lot of work to do.” and with that you both ended your shift.

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You checked the time in your phone "10:25 pm" “god it's really late.” you told yourself locking the restaurant door and walking your way home, you were almost half way when you heard a screams “they seem in trouble why don't we check hm?” a familiar voice startled you, even after years of you telling her to not do that she still does “bast you really have to stop doing that, one of these days you are going to kill me from a heart attack!” you protested as you hurried to the dark alley.

When you arrived at the alley you saw the man that was trying to kidnap a girl and they both turned to you “leave, this is none of your business bitch!” the man told you grabbing the girl tighter “i will just say this once LEAVE THAT GIRL ALONE.” you gritted your teeth as your eyes glowed gold transforming in your Bastet form, your face now with a black with gold cat mask adorned with a white long dress covering all the way down to your ankle.

“what the fuc-” the man trowed everything as he started running but you chased him hitting his face with your fist and then his abdomen two times, you didn't know what came into you even if he begged you to stop you just wouldn't.

After some minutes the man was now unconscious and the girl was nowhere seen when you saw car lights passing by, turning to see who it was you saw a limousine driver with the front windows down glancing at you astonished, he was gorgeous. Curly black hair, big nose and those stunning dark eyes that could look through your soul, you were to lost in your thoughts that you haved forgotten about your hands covered in blood with the man you are grabbing by his shirt unconscious as you realize the situation with wide eyes you felt frozen in place as your grip on the man loses.

coming back to reality you breath heavily, turning back and running from the scene as you did you hear a distant voice shouting “wait!” but it was too late you were already gone.

You arrived at your apartment still agitated not only from running home but also your body still is in panic, you shouldn't have transformed at least not in front of others.

you opened the door of your apartment hoping no one sees you like this hair all messy from the fight and hands with dry blood, sighing you enter the room

“you liked him don't you?” bastet asked you sitting on your bed ”i don't know what you are talking about.” you try to avoid the question entering your bathroom

“don't try playing dumb with me little one, you liked that driver in the alley” you huffed trying to sound offended “i Don't, i mean who did you even come to that conclusion?” you protested washing your wand and changing into your pj's, a black tank top with black shorts as well.

“Leaving aside that you were very obvious, I felt it when we were transformed.” she confessed getting up from the bed “Y/n this is the first time i have seen you like this since that little kid you used to play with until-”you got out of the bathroom tying your hair, cutting her mid sentence

“until my adoptive parents decided they had enough of me and they kicked me out of the house Yeah bast i remember Steven.” she didn't say nothing, she just stared at you and you touched your temple trying to calm yourself

”look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound aggressive but you don't have to worry about me! I'm fine” you try to resure her with a smile “besides i won't see him again! So why bother? how about we go to sleep and forget all this happened hm?” she sighed “ very well then good night” and with that you both went to sleep.

The next day

You wake up and get ready for your first shift in the coffee shop

On your way to work you felt a strange vibe, you couldn't put your finger on what it was but it felt almost cold and if you were being honest you started feeling paranoid turning your head back from time to time when you were walking to the Bus stop.

When you arrived to your work that feeling didn't go away if anything it just felt more persistent, you opened the shop door turning back one last time before a coworker greeted you.

“hey y/n, sleep well last night?” She waved her hand chuckling at her own joke “Is it so noticeable?” you grumble putting your grey apron you were not in the mood for emily's jokes today “either that or someone broke up with you like diane last week.” you heard a "hey!" coming from the storage area it was diane, they both started laughing after and you started cleaning the countertop and other areas to start selling.

today the cafeteria did not have as many customers as usual for the same reason even emily and diane wanted to close early they were debating whether to do it or not when the bell of the store rang, it was a customer and when you turned to attend to him you felt as if you had seen a ghost, it was him! the limousine driver from Last night.

playing with your hands nervously you prepare for the worse. What if he recognized you and tells your coworkers about your secret? what are you going to do!? will they even believe him? He's too close to escape now. turning to look at him you put on your best fake smile and greet him “welcome to Cafe bean! How can I serve you today?” he looked at you confused even your coworkers stoped talking to look at you.

“you good? you look sweaty.” he asked with a smoky accent Pointing all of you with his index and middle finger

“yeah never been better, so what is it going to be? a frappe? tea perhaps?” you answered trying to avoid eye contact

“nah give me a large Americano would ya?” you started typing his order in your system “sure, anything else I can get you?” he turned around to see your dessert counter “you got anything vegan?”

you try to remember what you got vegan but your nerves aren't really helping you right now “uh, we got bleh- blueberry muffins, dark chocolate muffins or brownies” he thought for a moment before answering you.

”i'll take the blehberry muffin” he smirks as you finished taking his order, he then proceeded to pay you “okay, to what name would your order be?” you asked clearing your throat with his cup in your hand to what he simply responded with a “Jake” before leaving to sit at a table

You start making his order when a voice in your head talked to you “you said we wouldn't see him again.” bastet sounded worried but you can't answer her right now with your coworkers watching you, finishing Jake's order you walk to him putting his order on the table and leaving as faster you could before he could tell you anything else.

Jake glanced at you one last time before grabbing his cup smirking for how you wrote his name 'Jake ♡' he took a sip to his cup whispering “gatita miedosa” as he leaves the coffee shop.

When you got back to your coworkers they started freaking out “oh my god! What just happened there?” emily grabbed you by your shoulders shaking you “yeah! Do you like that guy?” diane added looking at you “i don't what are you two talking about i was just working.” you get out of emily's grip avoiding the questions and they both looked at each other.

You we're finishing cleaning the shop when diane asked you something “say y/n would you like to go with us to a party tonight?” you shrugged your shoulders “eh.. I don't know Diane I'm not really a party person.” she grabbed your arm looking at you with puppy eyes “Come on, don't be boring i'll just be a small Party! What do you say? please” she begged you and you were too embarrassed to say no “okay, i'll go” she smiled “yay! I'll send you the address later okay?”

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, why didn't you just say no? You should haved told them that you got work tonight! they don't know you don't go to work today. You could have been resting right now if you weren't such a people pleaser “y/n are we going to talk about the man in the coffee shop?” bastet manifested next to you “it was just a coincidence that's all” you told her holding two more outfits on front of you “hm I'll believe you for now but that man doesn't give me a good feeling, he seems... peculiar” she tries to warn you while holding your hair.

after trying many outfits on you finally decide for a long black v-neck with strap's dress and some ankle strap heels as you finish grabbing your stuff your phone rang, it diane she send you a text with the direction

Diane: it's here, we will be waiting for you outside don't be late! ;)

You left her on read getting out of your apartment to get a cab, Minutes later you got one. you getting in showing the driver your address.

it took you like twenty minutes to get there, he then parked outside a club and you looked at him confused “um sir i think you got the address wrong, you see they told me this was a small party and this doesn't seem like a small party..” you try to explain nervously but the driver didn't say so you payed him and got out of the cab looking around to see if you spot diane or emily.

the minutes pass and you don't see no one so you go ask the guard on the door “Excuse me sir, have you seen two girls named emily jones and diane lewis?” he took a glance at you from head to toe “y/n l/n?” you gulp “ yes that's me” you responded Sliding your hands anxiously into the strap of your bag and he opened the door for you to get in.

Not only is this your first time in a club but this club specifically is huge. it has all kinds of colored lights plus two floors to which you suppose the second one is for Vips and a dj on the middle looking around see more than two hundred people on this floor, this was just too much and you don't see any of your 'friends' as you turn around to leave a guard grabbed you by your arm

“hey don't touch me!”

you try getting out of his grip but another guard grabbed your other arm taking you to the second floor “wha– who do you think you are? leave me alone!” getting up the stairs they trowed you in dark room where the only light shining was the moonlight's through the big window on the ceiling, landing on the floor you get up slowly when a mirror revealed a man behind it “greetings miss l/n” the man smirked maliciously at you.

“who are you?” you clenched your fists standing in a fight stance

“who i am it's none of your business but the person you killed was someone special to me.” you huffed, what was this man talking about? “I don't know who you're talking about, I haven't killed anyone!” the man got up from his seat getting close to the mirror hitting it in the process and you flinched “don't play dumb with me girl I know that you killed him in the alley, he was MY BROTHER YOU–” he then stopped yelling fixing his compusture “that doesn't matter anymore I'll make sure that when your death you'll wish you never interfere in my business, open the doors.” he sat down again and two long doors opened on your left

“meet my friend destruction, i think you two will have fun” a man almost two foot tall was walking to you and you transformed in your Bastet form making a protective bubble as he came running and he started to hit your bubble.

“bast! any suggestions?” you asked her using all your force to make the bubble last

“we will have to fight! just do what i teached you” she told you as the bubble was starting to crack “fight?! That's your best suggestion? it's been ages since I last trained!” the bubble finally cracks and the man tries to punch your face but you dodged him by jumping on his back while trying to choke him by the neck.

Between the struggle he managed to throw you on the air but you settled down and fell on your feet gracefully “is that all you got big man?” he grunted getting a dagger out of his pocket swinging it at you

you were able to dodge some of the punches at first but you inadvertently took a wrong turn on one of the punches to which he was able to make a cut your cheek and then punch you on your left eye as you were trying not to fall he grabbed you by the waist throwing you against the wall taking the oxygen out of your lungs on the process.

as you tried to breathe a commotion was heard outside of the room followed by gunshots, the tall man the was going to hit you again now on the floor but he turned around to see what was going on outside when another man came through the door breaking it, he was dressed in a full white suit with gold moon ornament on his chest plate.

He started throwing moon shaped boomerangs at the tall man and punching him after some minutes he kicked the tall man out of the room unconscious as he went for the one behind the mirror breaking it to then he stab him various times with his moon boomerang on his head until he stopped moving.

your vision was starting to fade from the lack of oxygen and everything was getting blurry as the moon man came your way with his hands full of blood and the last thing you saw was him calling you

“hey gatita levántate, vamos no te desmayes ahora!” he grabbed you by your Chin calling out to you

From there it all became dark to you with only the moonlight shining on both.

Author note: hi! this is the first chapter of the series i hope you all like it and also this is my first time writing fight scenes i hope they're not that bad, I'm still working on them 😅 comment if you want to be on the tag list that's all for now byee <33

{Y/n: your name}

{L/n: Last name}

{translation: gatita miedosa = scared kitty}

{2th translation: Hey kitty get up, come on don't faint on me now!}

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[kairakeiji]

“you know there’s a line of people who are just waiting for the chance to be with you?”

iwaizumi laughed "that's quite a random thought."

"i wouldn't say it's random," you reply. "i for one believe it's quite true."

and iwaizumi simply shakes his head “i think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

you rolled your eyes at his response, not missing the blatant reference to his best friend and your cousin. "no i don't think i have."

the boy scoffed at your supposed joke, "ok where's the line?"

"right here!" you chimed happily, pointing at yourself.

"not this again," he started, his heartbeat picking up at your response. "your straightforwardness is going to get you in trouble one day."

"so what?" you shrugged. "i mean you know i like you."

"that i do know," he answered with a sigh.

and iwaizumi also knew that he liked you, that was a fact he recently learned to start accepting, especially with your initial confessions and frequent passes at him. and while he was certain his best friend would be ok with him dating his cousin, there was a thought in the back of my mind that it wasn't right, that oikawa wouldn't be as happy for you both as he would give off. as much as he wanted to be with you, he didn't want to hurt his best friend. but ever since your confession and the fact that he did express that he felt the same, you've been notorious with every pass you made, dramatic almost in the way you talked with him.

you were like oikawa in that way, maybe it ran in the family.

"and are you gonna do anything about it?" you asked. "you don't wanna keep this line of people waiting."

"it's just you," he deadpanned.

you jokingly turned around and sure enough, no one was there. "they'll be here soon," you said with a rather coy smile.

"isn't it better if you don't have a line?" he asked. "it is less competition for you after all."

"i like the line though," you said happily "plus when you finally ask me out, it'll be so satisfying to see their sad faces."

"you sadist."

"then you better ask me out before everyone gets here hajime."

his hand hit his forehead, almost in hopes of hiding the blush on his cheeks. "i hate you."

"no you don't."

"but oi-"

"is fine with it!" you reassured for the nth time. "i swear i asked him about this a thousand times just to make you feel better. he's sick of it."

iwaizumi sighed "but-"

"no more buts, no more what ifs," you interrupted stepping closer to him. "i like you, you like me, we know this." your heart was racing. in all your moments with iwaizumi, you had never been this forward.

it was thrilling.

"so are you gonna do anything about it or not?" you smiled. "i mean that line's gonna be here any minute."

"you give me migraines," he responded.

"and you make me bang my head against my desk with your indecisiveness," you countered. "but you don't hear me complaining about it."

he laughed, "i can't believe i fell for you."

you sighed, "you must've fallen hard."

and he paused, thinking to himself for a moment before finally saying "alright you win."

you blinked, "wait i win what?"

iwaizumi smiled, "after all that flirting you can't understand what i'm getting at?" he stepped closer to you, your back hitting the wall behind you. "i give up, you win!" he said once more, holding his hands up in surrender.

"i win what?" you mumbled.

and he kisses you.

your eyes widen before fluttering closed, wanting to savor every second of this. his fingertips trace your jaw, wanting to map every inch, every critical detail of this moment. you smelled like vanilla, your lips tasted like cherry.

and iwaizumi just couldn't get enough.

you pulled away with a smile, the sweet sound of your laughter leaving your lips as iwaizumi deemed it music to his ears. he met your gaze and despite the red on his cheeks, there wasn't an ounce of nerves in him as he said the words it felt as if you waited an eternity for.

"go out with me."

this sat in the drafts for AGES HOLY HELL

anyway thank u for reading, reblogs are sp appreciated!! <33

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[kkuracafe]

"You're not sorry." w/ Aged! Alois

I can't write angst also female reader is implied through the insults (text is smaller here bc its long)

TW: Cheating, hitting, swearing, shouting, sexism DNI IF ANY OF THOSE AFFECT YOU

You arrived home after a long day of shopping around town. When you stepped inside the Trancy mansion to see your beloved, he was escorting a woman out the door, he was standing a little too close for comfort and had a hand on the small of her back. As soon as he saw you he took a step back and smiled, "Ah. My dear, welcome home." He said with a annoyed undertone to his voice. Later that night when you two were finally alone in his room, you turned to him curiously.

"Who was that woman earlier?" You questioned, "Just a visitor." He replied curtly.

"Oh for what?"

"Bussiness matters."

'Why was he being so rude? Is this another one of his moments?' You wondered, "What's wrong Alois?" You questioned putting a comforting hand on his arm. He spun around and smacked your hand off his arm,

"What's wrong?? You want too know what's wrong huh? You think you can go out to town and shop all day while spending MY money and then CHEAT on me behind my back?!? At least that woman was loyal to me!" He shouted furiously at you. You stood there bewildered. You've never cheated on him before and you spent your own money to shop.

"Alois honey I dont-"

"DON'T PLAY INNOCENT YOU BITCH!" He took a stride towards you, "I know what you do behind my back, that woman showed me photos."

"Alo-"

"SHUT UP!" He took another stride towards you. "You little whore. You think you can go behind my back and use me, YOU NEVER LOVED ME." He roared in your face. Pictures? What pictures of you cheating? Who was this woman, your eyes started to shine a little, tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

"Alois! I would never cheat on you, please listen to m-"

"SHUT YOUR TRAP YOU WENCH, A LOWLY BEING SUCH AS YOURSELF SHOULDN'T BE SPEAKING, HOW DARE A WOMAN TRY AND SPEAK OVER ME, KNOW YOUR PLACE BITCH" This time instead of taking a step towards you, he raised his hand and striked you across the cheek. Stumbling back in surprise from his actions tears started running down your face from how much it hurt and the fact that the love of your life hit you.

"Alois Trancy. I don't know what thar with said to you but it's not true! Please hear me out!." You gasped through tears and sniffles. Alois stared at you for a good minute, till he came to his senses, you were holding your cheek and crying. God he hit you (twice) and on top of the was extremely rude.

"Love I'm so sorry I didn't mean it." He said but you didn't believe him. He tried to cup your face but you took two steps back, "Don't touch me." He visibly saddened infront of you. "Alois. I need you to tell me something, did you cheat with that lady from earlier?" He didn't respond but with the way he looked down at his lap and fiddled with his hands, the answer was clear. Another rear rolled down you cheek, "How...how long.?" Your voice shook a little as you asked.

"Two months.." He said barely above a whisper. Nodding you knew it was clear, this relationship hit rock bottom. "I see, well I guess I better pack then because Alois Trancy, we're over." You said as more tears streamed down your face, he'd been the love of your life for five years...five years wasted.

"Please no! Don't leave me I'm so sorry for everything, we can work this out!" He pleaded you and begging you to stay while you picked your stuff.

"No, no you're not sorry." Grabbing your bag with everything you owned and walking towards the door, you took one final look at him. "Good bye Alois Trancy." And with thar you made your way downstairs and our of the mansion. Out of his life. He thought he could hide the cheating but when the woman showed him photos, now realizing fake photos he lost it. He lost you, and it was all his fault.

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[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

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the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

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even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

--

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x reader #jake x reader #jake sim #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

rhinestone eyes

PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding

part one

kofi

There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.

You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.

"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?

He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"

"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"

It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.

He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.

"Are you done burning holes through me?"

You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."

You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.

"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.

"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."

You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.

He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.

Merci Monsieur

"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."

"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."

Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?

He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "

Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.

"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"

He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."

"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.

The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."

To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.

You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.

"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.

You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."

The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.

When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.

You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."

He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."

What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.

You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"

"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."

You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?

"You've probably there been a million times already."

"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"

You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.

"I would love to!"

You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.

Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.

You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.

He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.

The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.

Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?

"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.

You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.

He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"

He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.

You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."

You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."

You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.

"Death of a virgin", you breathed.

Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.

You don't.

It's raining outside and you're giggling.

"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."

You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.

"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.

You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"

He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.

He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.

You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"

He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.

taglist: @candy-hime @cinnamon-n-roses @forwardpair

inspo: @candy-hime's rich boy!shoto. the iconic golf club one <3

#dubcon touching #rich boy eren yeager #eren yeager x reader fanfiction #eren yeager x y/n #yandere eren x reader #tw cheating #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan au #eren jaeger

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

I finally finished this :]

Here you go @squishys-soft-stories

Tw: Fearplay, injuries and safe/soft vore

George calmly looked out to the sea. It was a good day for a boat ride, so he took his father's old boat, making his way out to the sea.

They had told him many stories as a child about how giant mers lived deep in the ocean that devoured humans, not only for food but for fun.

George didn't know whether to believe what he was told since adults liked to scare children so they paid attention to them.

But the thing was, did mers really exist? How big were they? Did they really eat people? George snapped out of his thoughts when he finally got far enough from shore, so far that he was no longer visible.

He spent a while reading a book that he brought. He also took a little bath but he soon got out of the water when he noticed that there was something that seemed to be stalking him.

He looked at the water seeing several figures that were circling letting him know they were sharks when one jumped almost managing to bite him.

George let out a startled cry reaching for a harpoon he had brought just in case something happened. He didn't want to hurt the sharks but he had to defend himself somehow.

So he took aim and when he was about to shoot, one of the sharks pushed his boat causing him to miss with the only ammunition he had. George cursed to himself, but was surprised when all the sharks scuttled away.

Apparently something had scared them, but what? His eyes widened in fear as what had supposedly scared the sharks away emerged from the water.

George froze in fear at the sight of him. It was a mer. A huge mer, which George would only be the size of his middle finger by comparison. The mer had light brown hair to blonde, green eyes and quite a few freckles.

He seemed to be holding something between his fingers, his eyes widening at what it was. He looked at his face confirming his suspicions when he saw a cut on his cheek.

By missing his shot at the sharks, he seemed to have hit this big mer, who seemed pretty pissed off about it.

"So... are you the fucking bastard that shot me!?" he growled as he bared his sharp teeth. The hand dropped the small ammunition reaching for George, holding him in a tight fist. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit you! It w-was an a-accident!” George yelled, hoping the mer would believe him.

That only made the mer frown angrily. "Do you really think I'm going to believe that?!" he responded by tightening his grip on the human even more. “I swear, please! I was just trying to keep the sharks away from me!”

George cried out in desperation, he could feel his foot was in a strange position, so if the mer pushed harder, he might break it.

But the mer didn't seem convinced by his words, as he continued to squeeze until a crack was heard. George let out a cry of pain as his ankle was broken by the mer, while his eyes widened in sudden concern as he slowly opened his hand.

He placed the human, tears streaming down his cheeks, in the center of his palm. "Shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ugh… I didn't mean for this to happen, I just wanted to scare you, not hurt you!”

George looked the mer in the eye, he didn't seem to be lying, but he didn't have to trust himself. “Okay, okay, I get it! it's your territory! I'll go away and not bother you anymore!" George said as he tried to get out of the mer's hand.

Suddenly, the fingers curled around him, preventing him from moving any further. “Huh? Leaving? ,while being hurt? No, that's not going to happen. But we can't stay here either…” the mer said as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Okay, I'm going to take you to my place to treat your ankle, but in order to take you I need to do something that will probably scare you, but I promise you'll be safe."

“And why should I trust you? You didn't believe anything I said and now you want me to believe you? After you broke my ankle?” George replied, annoyed at the mer's words.

“Look I know I was an asshole for hurting you, I just wanted to scare you, I wasn't really mad, well a little yes since you hit me in the cheek with a harpoon, but I really didn't want to hurt you."

The human sighed knowing that he was not going to change the mer's decision. "And... how did you intend to take me?"

"Uhh... Apparently this is something humans don't have so you'll find it a bit scary at first but... I'm taking you to my storage where I can only place you by swallowing you."

George shuddered to hear that the mer wanted to swallow him, but he seemed to be sincere so he allowed him to do so. "Okay, just... make it quick, please..."

The mer nodded, bringing the human to his mouth. He coated him in saliva gently, being careful with his ankle. Shortly afterward he slowly tilted his head back, swallowing softly.

Dream dove into the ocean as he felt the human slide into his storage stomach. He stroked in circles where he could feel the small body.

The human returned the gesture by settling against the stomach shortly after.

Dream smiled softly. They might have started badly, but he could feel that they could get along in the end.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt vore #giant!dream #tiny!george #mer!dream #safe vore #soft vore

[burger-boy-jones]

My Own Grave

Feral Raph x Reader

Warnings: Reader dies and swearing.

Song: My Own Grave by As I Lay Dying

Notes: Not sure if the song fits with Raph, but my friend at work recommended the song to me. Gave it a shot and thought what would this go well with, and immediately I thought of the episode where Raph got left alone in the sewers too long and he went feral lol. This is my interpretation of feral Raph, so enjoy. I also never wrote for Raph before, so go easy on me lol. As I stated before, listening to the song while reading gives it more emotion and feels.

Text Received at 3:50

Raph❤: Hey your still joining us for some sewer fun right?

Y/N smiles at the reminder text from her sweet boyfriend. He always did like reminding her even though he always knew she would reply back, unlike his brothers.

Unfortunately, this time the text never went through, as Raph would have responded. So she fishes for her phone, checking it as her eyes widen.

Text not sent.

Y/N: Sure am big red, you know I'm always down for some fun.

Her phone didn't send the message! What the hell! She curses inwardly at herself for not noticing sooner, and Raph texted her that over an hour ago...poor guy must be worried!

She knows how bad it can get when Raph is left alone for too long.

With this she hastily makes her way to the lair, finding it empty.

"Guys!" She yells out, recieving no answer in return.

Crud.

Y/N fishes our her phone again, sending a message to Donnie.

Y/N: Hey where are you guys? I'm at the lair right now.

"Good enough."

Text sent at 4:58

Not a second later, she gets a text back.

He's always on his phone so that's no suprise he would text back.

Text recieved at 4:59

BrainsMcgee: Kinda busy trying to find Raph, Leo forgot to text him that we were gonna be late and Raph went feral. So were currently on our way back, and will see you in the next few minutes.

Y/N's eyes widen at this.

Raph went feral...this is not good...

"Way to go Leo..." She whispers to herself.

Sure enough, she hears footsteps coming from the other tunnel as she rushes over to the guys.

"What happened to you guys?! Was...was this all Raph's doing?" Y/N asks as Leo stumbles to the floor, groaning in pain.

"Yes it was your boyfriends doing, no thanks to Leon whatsoever." Donnie says bitterly as shoots Leo a glare. "D don't blame him, it was an accident right Leo?" Mikey asks as Leo only grunts in response.

Y/N watches as Donnie and Mikey help pick Leo up off the floor, her eyes widening at all the cuts and bruises Leo obtained. "I can't believe Raph did this to you...is there anyway I can help?" She asks as they all look at her crazily. "Unless you wanna look like a mess hermano I suggest staying here and let us handle Raph." Leo says as he holds his side, as his eye squints from being in pain.

"Like hell I'm gonna stay behind!" She yells out, startling the others as they look at her with wide eyes.

"Woah...no wonder Raph took a liking towards you!" Mikey says as Y/N's cheeks flush red at the compliment. "Alright Y/N can help, but to a certain degree. Deal?" Donnie says as she nods.

"So what's the plan?" Y/N asks as Mikey and Donnie think.

Leo puts a hand to his chin, thinking, as his eyes light up. "What if we use Y/N as a way to bring Raph back to normal?" Leo says as both turtles look at him as if he's crazy.

"No way-I'll do it." Everyone turns to stare at Y/N surprised.

"You will?" Leo asks dumbfounded by Y/N's enthusiasm to help Raph.

"Of course I would, I love Raph and nothing will change that. Feral or not I love who he is and all that he is. He's been there for me, so I need to be there for him." Y/N says as everyone looks at her with tear filled eyes.

"Let's bring Raph home!" Everyone shouts as they begin to start there plan.

What they didn't know was that someone or a certain somebody was watching them from the tunnel.

-With Raph-

He stares at them with blank eyes, frowning.

How dare they touch his mate.

(The lies, the weight)

(Deceit, decay)

(The lies, the weight)

(It's clear I lost my way)

He turns around and makes his way back to his home.

Home?

His mind is vaccant with endless empty thoughts as he tries to think.

Remember.

Who is Raph?

Raph growls as a rat scurries by him, but the rat wasn't fast enough as Raph pounces on him, killing the rat as he picks it up.

Blood is smeared on the floor as Raph tears the head from the body.

He pulls and chews at the body as tosses the head away.

Tasty meat.

(I thought I was an architect, but I was just moving dirt)

What was he doing again? Right. Heading back to his makeshift home.

(Stacking mud over malice covered up, forming nothing but a pile of hurt)

He wanders the tunnels, killing any meat that crosses his path as he finally makes his way back.

He shuffles around, stopping, as he hears the pitter patter of tiny feet scuttling around him.

More meat.

(Boring the barriers that kept others away (away)

(The deeper the walls, the less anyone could hear me (hear me fall)

(So now I know there is no one else to blame)

(Buried alive inside my own grave)

Eventually the sound of tiny footsteps passes as there replaced by heavier ones.

Can it be?

(And there's no one else to blame)

(Buried alive inside my own grave)

Mate?

(Inside of my own grave)

(Beneath my lies)

He turns around and comes face to face with his mate.

He growls lowly at her as she backs away but not in fear, more so in observation. He sniffs the air as he smells another scent on her that isn't his, he growls at this.

He bares his teeth at her, his snaggletooth gleaming in the dim light as she holds up her hands in defence.

"Raph..." She calls out sweetly.

Why can't he remember her name?

He watches, teeth still bared as she slowly takes a step towards him.

"Raph it's me...do you know who I am?"

"Maaate..." He growls out, her eyes widening at his answer.

She takes another step forward and another, and another, until she's within touching distance of him.

(Delusional enough to think I'd designed something great)

(Like a giant headstone inscribed to describe my shameful fate)

Why does she seem familiar?

Why is she not afraid?

(An ugly truth from which there was no way to escape (escape)

(Nowwhere left to hide and then finally forced to face what I'd become)

(Buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave)

He watches as she reaches a hand out to pet his snout, bad move on her part.

(What I'd become)

"Remember me Raph...I love you." She closes her eyes as he raises a hand up.

(Buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave)

(Beneath my pride, crushing me)

Bloodlust blurs his vision as he full on hits her, the force of his swing slams her against the wall as you can hear bones breaking by the second.

He knows alone the sheer impact of his punch could hurt if not kill anyone let alone a simple human.

(Beneath my lies, collapsing)

(But we are still alive (we are still alive)

A bloodcurdling scream can be heard coming from her, but it doesn't last long as she eventually grows quiet.

(Buried alive inside of my own grave)

(And there's no one else to blame)

"Y/N!" Familiar voices shout as he slowly comes back too.

(The lies and the weight, I know I lost my way (my way)

As he slowly comes back to, Raph blinks a few times as he looks at his surroundings, this isnt the sewer he told them to meet at?

(What I'd become)

"Guys?" He calls out frantically, only to hear sobbing come from Mikey and Leo. Donnie doing his best not to cry as he checks her over before he too starts to tear up.

Where's Y/N?

(And there's no one else to blame)

(Buried alive, buried alive)

He slowly walks over to them, his eyes growing wide as tears blur his vision.

(Finally forced to face what I'd become)

(What I'd become in my own grave)

There she lays in a puddle of blood. His girl Y/N. He killed his beloved Y/N. He crys loudly as he sinks to his knees, cradling Y/N in his arms as he continues to cry.

(Buried in my own grave alive)

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #raph x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey

[firefly-in-darkness]

Separation, Connection - [1/2]

Pairing →Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters → Marvel Characters

Summary → Your friendship with Bucky deterioates when you catch him in a compromising position with a fellow agent.

Word Count → 2.3k

SSB2021 Square Fill → “God I hate you” - @star-spangled-bingo

AFG Square Fill  → “What the fuck am I seeing?” @anyfandomgoesbingo

Warnings → 18+. Angst, Heartbreak, Jealousy, Swearing

Betas → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → This one was sitting in my WIPs folder for ages, and after brainstorming with @writethelifeyouwant, this 2 parter was finished! Ps. I know I haven’t updated Worst Idea Ever in a while and I’m sorry - I’m just very stuck with it atm, the plot and majority of the story is planned out, I just can’t seem to fill in the blanks.

Firefly’s Masterlist

You and Bucky were close, and there was that little thin line between friendship and something more. Nothing had happened but, god, you had wanted it to. The secret crush you harboured for your teammate, your friend, had only grown over the years. Everyone thought you would be good together, commenting on how well you got along, that friendship was an important part of a relationship. Both of you rolling your eyes and laughing at their comments.

When you finally gathered the courage to tell him how you felt, you saw him with someone else. They were at the back of the training facility; the team were in a simulation of a terrorist attack on Paris and once the time on the training session was called, you stumbled across them.

They were just out of sight, hidden in a dark corner. And it wasn’t just a casual embrace. They were having sex, he was fucking her, hard, up against a wall. You froze at the sight of his bare bottom clenching with each thrust and the blissed-out look on her face. What the fuck am I seeing?! Heart shattered, you fled from the room without a sound, not wanting to disturb them or for anyone to see you crying.

It hurt too much to be as close to him after that, you consciously decided to withdraw from the friendship. Not going straight to him when entering a room or staying in bed instead of heading to the rooftop where you’d usually wander at five in the morning to talk with Bucky, putting the world to right.

And of course, Bucky noticed. It had been a week since you had joined him for a midnight chat in the kitchen. He was missing his best friend. He wanted to share his life with her, and she was nowhere to be seen unless someone else was in the room. 

Bucky knew it was a bad sign when you chose to sit next to Wanda, not sandwiched between him and Nat, on movie night. He felt alone in a room full of friends, as they watched a film about a love triangle set in England. It was supposed to be funny, but Bucky didn’t hear the jokes, let alone the punchlines. 

Nat had realised something was wrong too. She saw the dark circles under your eyes when you drained the coffee from the cup in the morning and the puffy redness from crying in the middle of the day. She had detested the way you and Bucky were before, it was like a pair of magnets drawn together, a connected ribbon, a gravitational pull. But now? Well, you were repelling within a few meters of one another, and she hated that even more.

“What did you do, Barnes?” Nat whispered harshly, eyes still on the film.

“Nothing.” Bucky looked over to you, sleeping with your head resting on Wanda’s lap.

“So why is Wanda looking at you like that?” She raised an eyebrow.

Bucky lifted his gaze, saw the fiery red eyes staring back at him as she stroked your hair, a soft red mist falling over you. He frowned at the Sokovian and tried to talk telepathically but she shook her head and looked back at the television.

On autopilot, you ran from your room to his bedroom door, knocking until the screams died down. Long ago, you’d learnt to not enter the room until he’d settled down, had the bruises to your neck and dealt with the guilt-ridden expression on Bucky’s face for weeks.

Pressing your ear to the door, you could hear Bucky moving about and slowly pushed it open so as not to startle him. A soft glow from the lamp at his bedside welcomed you in, he'd stacked his pillows against the headboard with his knees drawn up and resting his head in his hands.

“Hi, Buck. It’s me.” You spoke softly, his head and eyes shot up to meet yours.

You walked over and sat at the end of the bed, averting your eyes to the floor and fingers fiddling with the edge of a blanket, waiting for him to respond.

“What did I do doll?” He croaked, fingers running through his hair, his knees dropping down.

Your heart raced and you were certain he could hear the harsh thumps, but your voice remained steady, “It's nothing, just need a little time to process some things.”

“You normally come to me. What's different?” His voice was strained, thick with distress.

Standing up, you walked towards the window, arms wrapped tightly around your torso. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face, but you remained focused on the navy sky fading to blues and oranges with the sunrise.

“I can't this time Buck, I need space. I need space from you.” With each word, your heart fractured along the lines you’d attempted to piece together with being away from him.

“Get out then, just leave me alone.” His tone was now harsh, stronger than before.

“God, I hate you.” Without a final glance, you left the room. Your heart in tatters once more.

Once in the safety of your room, the sob heaved out of you. Bucky had disregarded you so easily, he let you go without a second thought. And you didn’t know what was worse; what you saw a week ago or what he just said.

Bucky finished his 76th lap when someone caught his eye. It was you. His best friend. The one he stupidly let go of. It had been three months since he'd told you to leave, and you hadn't gone back on his word.

Of course, Bucky was just as stubborn and hadn't approached you unless it was work-related. But there was something different about you. His eyes focused on the man you were standing with, and how you glowed, and Bucky just couldn't stand that you were feeling that way about a random recruit and not him.

“She used to look at you that way.” Wanda’s voice echoed in his head.

He scanned the field and found her figure leaning against a tree, shading herself from the summer sun and a book in hand. Bucky grabbed the small towel and wiped away the sweat, swigging his water bottle, then joined her on the grass.

“What are you talking about? She’s never looked at me like that.” He gestured towards you and the agent.

Wanda chuckled and shook her head, “You're not blind, or stupid, Bucky, she adored you. Still does, even though I wish she would get over you.”

His brow creased. “She wanted space, ended our friendship.” 

Wanda’s eyes flashed red, “And you broke her heart.” 

“Show me.” Bucky held out his hand, pleading with her, “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“I can’t Bucky. It's private, she would never forgive me.” Wanda shook her head and placed her book in her lap, “I've seen what she's done to you, I'm not going to lose her too.”

Bucky sprang to his feet and kicked at the grass. “Then just tell me what you know. Just something?” He turned to face you, hands on his hips as he tried to think of what he’d done.

“Paris terrorist simulation,” Wanda stated without emotion.

Bucky turned around, seeing nothing but a neutral expression on her face. The simulation had been a success, the whole team had done well but he hadn’t seen you at the debriefing. Steve said you were exhausted and needed to rest. 

“What about it?” asked Bucky.

“Don't deny it. I saw it, I felt it. She had no chance of blocking me from that pain.” Wanda stood up, eyes flickering red, “you and that agent. I thought you were better than that Bucky.”

“Shit.” 

Bucky knew exactly what Wanda had meant before she explained. Shame coursed through him; he'd broken your trust by not telling you about the agent he’d been hooking up with. Honestly, he didn't want you to know, didn't want you to judge him for the flings he had. Subconsciously, he knew that was what your distancing was about because he hadn't seen her again or hooked up with anyone since.

All he wanted was you back in his life; he was going to make it happen.

Wanda smirked, shaking her head before walking ahead of him, “Best get a move on Barnes, she’s not thinking of him in a platonic way.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he strutted towards you, determined to get you back.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder and he could only hope you still felt the same way.

You couldn’t believe Bucky dared to pull rank on you in front of another agent. That he had the gall to do such a thing after he told you to leave him alone, how he betrayed your trust as a friend and unknowingly broke your heart.

You stormed down the blurry corridors as anger took the form of tears. Your whole body tense and determined to get away from the assassin on your tail. People parted like the sea as they saw your strut and scowl, you scoffed at their reaction and thought, this must be what it’s like to be Bucky on a mission. Using it to your advantage, you managed to pull someone by the arm and into the path of the Winter Soldier.

While you sprinted away, you glanced back and spotted Bucky helping the woman to her feet, apologising profusely and then realising it was the agent you had caught him with. Your blood boiled as you pushed through the door to the stairwell, it slammed against the wall and probably damaged it, but you didn’t care anymore.

It wasn’t until the breeze hit your face that you realised where you were. You’d come to the rooftop, the exact spot that you’d air all your worries with Bucky. It was the place you’d first bonded outside of the team. 

A hand dragged down your face and your shoulders slumped. You spun on your heel, ready to escape when you stopped short. There he was, blocking the doorway. You groaned, of course, he knew exactly where you’d go even before you did.

“I just want to talk.” Bucky quietly spoke, a hint of a question in his tone but a statement all the same.

“I’ll scale down the side of this building if I have to.” You stepped back towards the edge.

Bucky growled and walked towards you, “would you quit being so stubborn and dramatic for one second?”

“Just leave me alone.” You threw his own words back at him, stopping him in his tracks.

At that moment, you could see that Bucky realised how hurtful those words were, but you weren’t going to console him anytime soon. He should suffer for how he spoke to you and for never attempting to speak to you until now.

Bucky slowly circled you towards the edge, his eyes focused on you while you turned in tandem following his moves. He reached the railing then settled down into a seated position, legs hanging over the side, his chest against the metal pole.

“Are you going to join me?” Bucky’s gaze now on the horizon.

With a roll of your eyes, you sat beside him, but at least a metre apart, you couldn’t get that close to him. He was too intoxicating, and your emotions were incredibly high, even if they were full of anger and hurt, and you didn’t trust yourself not to succumb to his charm.

“Are you going to talk then?” You sassed back at him.

“I’m sorry for what you saw. You shouldn’t have seen that.” Bucky didn’t hold back, “I was going to tell you, I just thought you’d judge me.”

“I’d judge you. For sleeping with a colleague. In the middle of a training simulation?” You scoffed, “You didn’t tell me about her. Or anyone else for that matter. Natasha filled me in on all your little late night rendezvous when I was on missions.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Bucky knew he’d not win this conversation and scrambled to bring it back onto his side, “you were away, and I needed something, someone.”

“So, you used them and used me too?” You glared at him.

“That’s not what I said,” Bucky seethed, annoyed at the way you were twisting his words but not surprised with the pain you felt. 

You continued, ignoring his comment, unable to stop the words falling from your lips, “I gave you emotional support. Watched you cry yourself to sleep after a nightmare, held your hand when you had a panic attack during a mission.” You shook your head at him, “I just wasn’t good enough for the sex part.”

Bucky held your chin and pulled your face to look at him, “You mean more to me than that. I just didn’t know how you felt. If I’d had known-”

You jerked away from his touch, it felt too nice, it felt like home, but you weren’t ready to fall back into this friendship. He knew how you felt, and you weren’t ready for his rejection. You still needed your space.

Swiftly, you returned to your feet, brushing down your trousers and hands, “Thank you for your apology, but I can’t forgive you.”

Bucky stood up and watched you begin to leave, “I’ll do my best to make you see how much you mean to me.”

You paused in the doorway, but you had to be strong, to carry on walking away, you couldn’t let him hurt you again. It was time to move on.

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[pearsonstickseason]

reunited

request: Can I request Loki x reader? He’s been on the avengers team for a while now and they get an alert that a similar energy field like the bifrost is opening over a park someplace. When they’re watching and waiting with weapons ready, it finally opens.. and reader falls out landing like a rag doll covered in cuts and bruises, hands shackled. She was a prisoner that escaped from some enemy when their ship blew up or something. Loki and Thor are first to approach her and Loki recognizes her right away as his love that went missing after Ragnarok.

– ship: loki laufeyson x reader

– warnings: swearing, fluff

– word count: 1,644

This got very off topic in my opinion, but I wanted Loki fluff so that's where it went. I hope you enjoy :)

"Thor. Loki. Come with me." Steve Rogers' booming voice gains Loki's attention and he rises from his seat to follow him, walking next to his brother. They exchange a glance and Loki thinks to himself what this could be about.

"What is this about, Captain Rogers?" Thor speaks for the both of them.

Steve doesn't respond until the three reach their destination and see the rest of the team gathered around a table, looking at a map of energy sources. Steve points to a park.

"Do you think this is the Bifrost? The only other times we see an energy field like this are when you two are coming from Asgard."

Loki nods immediately, "There is no possible way that isn't the Bifrost. It is the only thing I can think of that would supply such strong energy."

Tony and Steve exchange a look before looking to the rest of the team.

"Let's go find out who our new Asgardian visitor is. Wheels up in 10." Tony speaks before the rest of the team disperses to gear up.

Once everyone is ready, they gather outside and board the aircraft. Loki takes his place next to Thor.

"I know it's been a couple years, but do you think it could be..." Loki starts.

"(Y/N)? Brother, I know you have been hoping she will turn up and believe me, I wish she would too, but it's been two years and Ragnarok was brutal for Asgard."

Loki dips his head down, giving a solemn nod as his eyes attach to the floor beneath him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You groan as you hit the ground, pain shooting through your body. You squeeze your eyes shut to avoid the sun glaring down on you. Your arms fall above your head, your wrists shackled together. Your head is pounding and you're covered in cuts and bruises.

"Shit..." You mutter, wincing with each breath.

You didn't notice the group of people around you until two of them approach you.

"Put your weapons down!" One of them calls to the rest.

You recognize that voice. Your eyes meet at the same time and you swear all of the oxygen leaves your lungs.

"Loki?" You ask breathlessly.

"(Y/N)? Oh my- Thor, help me get these off." He orders the man next to him, grabbing at the chains around your wrists.

"Loki, be careful!" An unfamiliar voice calls as a group of people rush over.

Loki doesn't listen and fumbles with the chains until he gets them off of you. He immediately pulls you up and to his chest once your free. Before you can respond to his touch, he's pulled back and is clasping your face in his hands.

There is muttering all around the two of you and Thor puts his arms out, ushering them back.

"I thought I'd never see you again..." Loki says softly, his fingertips brushing over your face and along your jaw until they settle in your hair.

"So did I." You whisper back, your eyes watering as you smile at the God before you.

"It's been so long. Where were you all this time? After ragnarok I... I thought I had lost you. The thought was unbearable. It almost killed me, but the whole time I remained hopeful that you would come back to me and... and here you are! I can't believe it!"

Loki connects his lips to yours, his hands gripping at your sides and pulling you closer. You wince at his touch, given that you weren't in the best physical state.

"I am so sorry, my love. I did not intend to hurt you. I will take care of you. I promise."

"I know. I know. I never want to leave your side again. I tried to find you on Asgard, but I got separated and I ended up somewhere so far. These people... they grabbed me and I don't even know how long it has been. It felt like forever and only minutes at the same time. The thought of you was the only thing that kept me going."

You lean your forehead against Loki's and everyone else has disappeared from your mind. He's the only one that matters to you right now.

At the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, you follow the trail until you meet Thor's eyes.

"Thor..." You smile, glancing back to Loki before standing. You keep one hand linked with Loki's while using the other to wrap Thor in a hug.

"I missed you both so much." You mumble, ignoring the pain shooting through your body.

"As we've missed you. Loki has been sulking ever since the day you disappeared."

You simply smile back at Loki who has now stood to stand behind you, a protective arm around your waist as you step back from the blonde.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friends?" You ask, looking at everyone else surrounding you.

"Right!" Thor speaks up, "These are the Avengers!"

You go through introductions with each of them, politely smiling. Everyone seemed nice enough, but all you wanted in this moment was to get cleaned up and have some time with Loki to yourself. You and Loki had been friends since childhood, but as you got older it developed into something more. Loki is the man you had your heart set on marrying before everything. You still love him deeply, but given how long it's been you are doubting if he still wants you.

After a few more moments of being polite you are finally being ushered to the aircraft across the park, Loki still holding onto your hand. He helps you sit down once on board and you lean your head back, closing your eyes. You try to take advantage of the quiet and Loki's touch in order to try and get some rest. You can feel the dark-haired man's eyes on you the whole journey until you fall asleep.

You aren't sure how long it has been until you are gently awoken by someone's hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you awake. Your eyes open your eyes to see Loki standing before you and you smile at him.

"Let's get you inside, my princess."

His voice is so gentle and comforting. You missed it so much. You let him guide you inside and are relieved that the Avengers are leaving you be. You're overwhelmed and just want Loki around you for the time being.

He leads you to what you assume is his room and to the bathroom, taking in the scenery around you. You're too tired to speak so you just let the God lead you. As he starts the shower, you stare at your reflection in the mirror, taking in your beat up appearance. Your eyes flick from your face to the man's behind you as Loki walks up, placing his hands on your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.

"Come, my love. Let us get you cleaned up." He mumbles into your hair, his hands falling to gently fumble with your clothing until it's all gone. He then grabs your hand and lead you to the shower, letting you step in before getting undressed himself and stepping in behind you.

You wrap your arms around Loki, enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours. You don't want to let him go, but he forces you as he grabs the soap and begins to gently wash you, surveying the injuries as he goes.

All doubts of Loki's love for you are gone and you stare up at his face, pure love evident in your eyes. However, Loki just looks pained and worried.

"I am so sorry I let this happen to you. Years ago I swore to protect you and I failed... and I'm so sorry." His voice is soft, almost unable to be heard.

"Loki... no. It is not your fault. You could not have known. And you did protect me. Just the thought of you protected me and gave me the strength I needed to keep going and escape. Everything I needed to come back to you."

Your hands run up and down his arms, taking in the way his skin feels underneath your fingers.

"I love you more than you will ever know." He says softly, his face dipping down so he is only centimeters from yours.

"As I do you, Loki Laufeyson."

"(Y/N)?"

You quirk an eyebrow in return.

"There was something I had been meaning to do for a while before I lost you."

"And what was that?"

His lips connect to yours in a passionate kiss and you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him.

"I wanted to do this in a more romantic setting, but I don't want to wait any longer."

Your heart starts beating out of your chest as you look up at him.

"Give me a moment." He says quickly before jumping out of the shower and running off. It is not long before he returns, pulling you out of the shower and shutting it off. He uses his magic to dry the both of you off and conjure up some clothes for the both of you. Before you can even register all that he has done, he is kneeling down in front of you on one knee.

"(Y/N)… marry me. I have loved you since we were children and I do not wish to spend my life with any other. Just you. And after losing you, I know I have to do it now because I never want to lose you again. I waited two years for you to return to me and I have kept this ring the entire time. So, marry me and I promise to love and protect you for eternity."

You stare down at Loki, tucking your hair behind your ears before a smile spreads over your face.

"Nothing would make me happier."

Loki wastes no time in placing the ring on your finger and standing to pull you into a hungry kiss. You both knew this is where you belonged.

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[wrenqueenisboss]

Chapter 5: Studying You

Chapter 5 of my series "New Girl" new girl series masterlist

Warnings: usage of dream's real name, dnf (if you squint), swearing Characters: Dream, Drista, Technoblade, Wilbur, George (mentioned), Sapnap (mentioned), Tommy (mentioned), Niki (mentioned), Jack (mentioned), Sally (mentioned), Philza (mentioned) Word Count: 1.9+ summary: the Was-Taken twins have a much-needed chat. y/n and techno are partnered together for a mythology class assignment

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"Is that my fucking shirt?"

You roll your eyes dramatically, taking out your earbuds to look Clay in the eyes. "Good morning to you too, sleeping beauty."

"Shut up."

"Yes, this is actually your shirt, now let me go back to studying."

Your brother wouldn't drop the matter. "Why are you stealing my shirt, much less my favorite shirt?"

You looked down at the shirt that hung loosely off your frame. Indeed, it was his favorite t-shirt. But you didn't realize that when you quickly grabbed it out of the dryer that morning.

"I guess it is," you respond. "But why do you care?"

Clay paused, before shrugging. "I don't, really. It's just weird having you here."

He sat down on the couch a little ways away from you, bowl of cereal in hand. "It's weird living with you again."

He wasn't wrong. You thought it was weird living with your family, too. After years at a boarding school, where you were away from them most of the time, it really was strange.

Plus, Clay looked so different. He was taller, carried himself as much more maturely. It was all so different from the obnoxious and nerdy middle schooler that you left behind.

"You're different," You admit, desperately hoping you don't make the situation any more awkward.

Clay nods. "You too. But it's nice. You're actually pretty cool!"

His words fill you with warmth. It's impossible to keep the slight smile off your lips as you reply, "Likewise. thanks for letting me meet your friends, by the way."

Clay took another bit of his cereal. "No problem. They liked you."

You smirked mischievously. "But not as much as you like George!" You shot back.

Your brother practically choked on his breakfast, a bright red blush rising quickly to his cheeks.

Just then, Drista came running into the living room. She practically jumped onto the couch right next to you, sending you lurching in the other direction.

You and Clay laughed. She's always been this energetic. It never fails to make people smile. Whether you're sad, angry, or downright depressed, Drista can always make you smile.

"Y/n!" She's clearly excited about something, almost jumping in her seat with excitement. "Are you gonna be at me softball game tonight?"

You mentally run through your schedule. "I have to study for two hours after school, but then I will definitely be able to go."

It was true. You did have to study. But it was for a History project, and your partner was Technoblade. Honestly, you were... pretty happy about that.

It's only because you've met him and because he isn't some random kid, you told yourself.

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The coffee cup warmed your hands as you leaned over a textbook. Techno sat next to you, a notebook open in front of him, flipped to a clean, white page.

The greek texts and mythology books spread out on the table in front of you. Pencils and pens and other papers strewn about. You'd expect Technoblade to care about neatness but he literally could not care less.

"Uh..."

Techno sighed, looking up from the textbook he was reading. "For the last time, Y/n: stop making fun of me for my shit organization skills."

You laughed, unable to stop yourself. "I still can't believe it! I expected you to the super organized and studious asshole who has no sense of humor."

He rolls his eyes. "I might be studious but I am not an asshole-"

"Tommy might disagree."

"You literally just met him!"

"And yet I still know I'm right."

Techno laughs and leans back in the chair. His pink hair is falling out of the half-bun he's styled it into. He sweeps the stray strands back and goes right back to taking notes. You have to force yourself to stop studying him and to go back to studying the material.

You tap his shoulder.

"Technoblade."

He looks at you intently, waiting for you to speak.

"This is a project, not a test. We don't need to be taking excessive notes. We need to have a plan first."

He considered this for a moment before blushing slightly in embarrassment. "I guess so. But don't you dare blame it on my lack of organization skills."

You smiled and shook your head. "But seriously. We have to choose a greek myth and retell it to the class."

"Which one do you want to do?" Techno took the book of greek mythology and began to flip through it, skimming for the titles.

"There are so many!" You cried. "And they're all so good! Okay- some are better than others, but still." You looked at the book as well, eyes taking in the rows and rows of text.

Hades and Persephone Pandora's Box The Three Sisters of Fate Perseus and Medusa Orpheus and Eurydice 12 Labors of Hercules Icarus's Folly Theseus and the Minotaur Narcissus and Echo Sisyphus and His Eternal Punishment The Great Trojan War

You groaned in utter frustration.

"I love history, but I am so done with this shit."

That made Technoblade chuckle. But then his demeanor changed completely. He stood up abruptly and grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to do the same. Hesitating because of your confusion, you did.

He hurriedly straightened the papers before dragging you out of the library.

"Techno! Where are you taking me?"

He didn't stop to look over his shoulder as he called back, "I'm late for football practice!"

You were shocked. "B-but the project!"

"That isn't due for another two weeks! We have loads of time." At this point, he had let go of your wrist, but you found yourself continuing to sprint behind him as you raced to the field.

A couple of times, you guys raced into a crowd of people, awkwardly excusing yourself and offering haste apologies as you continued to run where you needed to go.

After a good two minutes of sprinting, you burst through the heavy doors onto the football field. Techno gradually stopped and you followed suit.

Unlike you, he wasn't really panting at all.

"Thanks for running all the way here, and sorry for messing up the study session."

You took a moment to catch your breath before responding. "It's totally cool."

The metal bleachers caught your eye and you got an idea.

"Actually... I might study up there," you pointed to them. "And maybe watch some of practice too."

Technoblade looked at you curiously. He nodded before walking with you to the bleachers. He set his stuff down on the lowest metal step before turning around to run onto the field to join the rest of his team.

You sat down, popped in your earbuds and started brainstorming ideas, totally oblivious to the sports practice that was going on in the background.

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(techno's pov)

Technoblade Minecraft threw a perfect pass to his brother Wilbur, whooping in celebration when it was flawlessly caught and ran into the end zone.

A perfect play. If the team continued to perform like this, they'd win their next football game easily. Techno looked over to the bleachers as the team started its five-minute water break.

His eyes caught on you, hunched over a textbook. But what shocked him was the fact that you were wearing his jacket. The SBI letterman jacket he always wore on football days.

He hadn't realized you were cold. You weren't wearing a jacket before and now that he thought about it, the fall months could get cold. The chilly breeze had to make you shiver. He was honestly glad you grabbed his jacket. It was much better than you being cold.

Wilbur had noticed his brother staring at you on the bleachers. He stood at Techno's side, following his gaze.

"What's so interesting about her?"

Technoblade had enough self-control not to jump, but he had actually been startled. "Just noticed that she was cold and grabbed my jacket."

Will squinted before laughing quietly. "It appears she has. Say," his face shifted to a more pensive expression. "You should invite her to the Halloween party."

The Halloween party. Every year Jack Manifold and Niki worked together to throw an amazing party. Somehow, each party outdid the last. But the thing was, it was invite only. And it was a big deal if you were invited. Of course, being one of Niki's close friends, Techno and Wilbur were always invited.

The other thing about getting invited was you were allowed to bring a plus-one. Wilbur had brought Sally last year and would be again this year, but Techno always went alone. It would cause a big stir within the school if he finally had a plus-one, no matter how platonic it was.

Even still, he replied. "Yeah. I'll ask. She'll probably say no, though."

Wilbur shook his head in disappointment. "I know you have amazing grades, but you really can be a dumbass sometimes."

Techno rolled his eyes, not understanding, but began walking over towards you. His footsteps caught your attention and you looked up, which to his eternal surprise, made his face start to heat up.

He sat down next to you, still facing the field. "Hey stranger."

You smiled, remembering. "Hey. What brings you back here? Practice is still going on for another hour, Mr. Quarterback. Plus, you need to improve your passes to the wide receiver. He's a crucial part of your team."

He was shocked. "I had no idea you knew so much about football! You never talk about it."

You laughed, the sound like a happy melody. "I'm Clay's twin sister remember? Plus, football is a cool sport."

"Oh right." Technoblade had totally forgotten who you were related to, but he was still going to ask you.

But you could tell that he wanted to say something.

"Have you heard of Niki's and Jack's annual Halloween party?" He blurted out, as if the question desperately wanted to escape his mouth and be free.

"Yep. I have. Clay is going this year."

That was news to Techno. "He was invited?"

"Absolutely. He won't stop obsessing over it. Says it's a chance to 'show those losers who's actually the best team'." you shook your head in affectionate disappointment.

The pink-haired boy scoffed. "Yeah, right. Our team was looking really strong out there."

"True, but SMP isn't weak by any means."

But Technoblade wasn't worried. He was confident in the abilities of his team. They had been running passing drills and plays flawlessly for months and their team communication was "admirable", as Philza described it.

But he hadn't yet asked the actual question that he wanted to.

"Would you like to go to the party with me?"

There. He asked the question. The words hung in the chilly fall air. Not heavy and anxious, simply a thought being pondered.

He waited in anticipation for your answer. But thankfully, Techno didn't have to wait long.

"Yes. I'll go with you."

That was all he needed. The boy fought to keep a smile off his face as he picked up his bag and slung it on his shoulder.

"Cool. I'll text you the details so that you can prepare."

You packed up your stuff as well, getting ready to walk with him again when someone interrupted.

Tommy. The youngest brother.

"Techno. Dad wants us home," was all the blond boy said before sprinting back to Wilbur and the rest of the team,

You and Technoblade shared a quiet laugh before he picked up his pace to follow his little brother.

But then, he turned to look over his shoulder at you, still walking.

"Keep the jacket," he called back. "It looks good on you!"

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[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 9

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: arguing, harsh language, swearing

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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The trek up the stairs from the store to the apartment felt like climbing a never-ending escalator that was going the wrong way. After the day you had had, you were both mentally and physically exhausted and ready to call it a night early.

Thankfully, as if you had finally hit a stroke of luck that day, Keishin had texted you saying that he would pick up dinner on the way home, saving you the exertion of having to leave the apartment again. So, with that information in mind, you kicked off your shoes for the day and fell unceremoniously onto the couch in the living room.

As you sat down, you heard the envelope in your back pocket crinkle and the sudden noise seemed to completely fill the otherwise silent apartment.

Ah yes, the envelope.

Pulling the decision to your future out of your back pocket, you stared at it for what felt like another hour or so. No matter how long you held the envelope in your hands, you couldn't force yourself to open it. You simply didn't want to.

At some point between when your mother had handed it to you and now, you had subconsciously decided that you wanted to choose your own path forward despite what the decision letter may or may not say.

Feeling strangely empowered and confident, you stood to your feet and ventured into the bedroom where you slipped the envelope into one of the drawers Keishin was letting you keep your clothes in and tucked it underneath one of your sweaters. Maybe one day you would open the damn thing when whatever was inside wasn't weighing so heavily on your mind and future, but today was not that day.

Just then, you heard the front door open and knew Keishin had arrived home. Closing the drawer, you plastered a smile across your face and exited the bedroom to greet your boyfriend.

"Welcome home, Dear," you giggled, trying your best to fake the part of a doting housewife. "How was the volleyball game?"

Keishin chuckled softly as you took the takeout bags from him. "It was a close game, but they pulled it together in the last set and won."

"Oh, good!" You placed the bags onto the table before retrieving some plates and chopsticks from the kitchen.

"How was your day?" he asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You sighed as you thought back on your day. "It was okay," you answered, not really wanting to go into much more detail than that. You doubted Keishin wanted to hear about your minuscule problems with rude customers after the long day he had clearly had.

Keishin, however, picked up on your uncertainty right away. "Doesn't sound okay," he commented. "Want to talk about it?"

You shrugged. "Just some shitty customers. Seems I had forgotten how poorly low-level workers are treated sometimes . . . just threw me a little," you said. "I'll be fine. Just glad the day is over now."

"You and me both." He flashed a smile as he turned to head for the bedroom. "I'm just going to change quickly and then we'll eat."

"Sounds good." You started dishing out some of the food. "I was also thinking we could watch a movie tonight as well. I could use something to clear my mind."

"Sitting on the couch with a beer is an ideal evening in my book," you heard him respond faintly from the bedroom. "There's a new action movie that came out. I think it's about-"

You waited for Keishin to finish his sentence, but when he didn't, you cocked your head and looked toward the bedroom doorway. Before you had the chance to call out to him, he appeared in the doorway shirtless, eyebrows furrowed and the envelope from the university in his hand.

"W-why do you have that?" you asked, the look on his face upon discovering the letter making your heart drop. "That was in my drawer . . . why were you going through my things?"

"I was looking for my sweater, the one you always steal," he answered. "Y/N . . . what is this?"

Rounding the table and approaching Keishin, you snatched the envelope out of his hand. "That is one of the many reasons why my day today was so shitty."

As you turned to head for the kitchen to toss the envelope in the garbage and rid your life of it, Keishin followed you. "You didn't get in?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't open it."

As you moved to toss the letter into the trash, Keishin grabbed your wrist and stopped you. "Why are you throwing it out if you didn't open it yet?"

"Because I don't care what it says. I've decided that I'm going to stay here with you and work at the store. This is the life I want . . . the life I get to choose for myself."

"You should still open it," he reasoned. "You might change how you feel about it when you see the result."

"I don't want to change how I feel about it." You shook your head as you gently pried your wrist out of his grip. "No need to make things more difficult than they need to be. I've had enough difficulty for one lifetime, thank you very much. This decision is easy, and best of all, it makes me happy."

Gesturing to the envelope, Keishin sighed. "But this is what you wanted. When you told me about your dream to play soccer at the University of Tokyo, your face lit up. Why are giving up on your dream before you've even given yourself a chance to experience it?"

"Dreams can change, Keishin," you told him before sighing and deciding to humour him for a moment. "Okay, let's say I open this letter and somehow did get in. What then? I couldn't pay for that school in my wildest dreams; not without my parents' help. Sometimes dreams are just childish and unrealistic. So I found a new dream, one with us living here together."

"You could apply for student loans. Tons of people do." He folded his arms across his chest. "I don't think this is about the money or your parents. I think this is about us. You've gotten comfortable here."

Throwing your hands up into the air in exasperation, you huffed. "And so what if I have? Is that really so bad?"

"I just don't want you to throw away an opportunity like this over me."

"Over you?" you cocked a brow. "Because you're, what, trash? Not worth it? A lowlife? A burnout?"

Keishin bit at his bottom lip. "You know what's not what I meant."

Inhaling deeply, you glared down at the god-forsaken envelope in your hand and began to tear at the top. "Let's not fight about something that probably isn't even going to happen." You pulled the letter out and unfolded it, your eyes scanning the text quickly. "The University of Tokyo is notoriously difficult to get into and I-"

Keishin quirked a brow when you stopped mid-sentence. "What does it say?"

A broken laugh was the only thing you could manage as you lowered the letter and shook your head. "Un-fucking-believable." You handed the paper over to Keishin, the edge crumpled from where your grip had tightened when you read the decision.

Keishin looked at the page for all of two seconds before he found the bolded 'Congratulations' and a huge grin spread across his face. "You got in!" He was way more excited than you were about this. "This is good news. You can play soccer at the University of Tokyo. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't make you at least a little happy."

"I wish it did," you answered honestly. "I wish it were that easy."

"It is! It can be." Keishin set the letter down on the counter and took your hands in his. "Student loans, part-time jobs, it's all possible. Sure, it might be a little tricky to work out, but it's totally possible."

When you didn't respond, Keishin hooked his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "Accept the spot at the university. Follow your dream," he told you.

". . . but I'll have to leave you." You felt the words catch in your throat and tried your hardest not to start crying. "You make me happy—you're the first thing that's made me genuinely happy in a long time—and I don't want to leave that for a chance at something that might not even work out."

"But what if it does work out? You don't know that it won't," he said softly. "Don't end up like me, looking back at your past and wondering what might have been if you had just chosen a different path. I know this might seem good enough for now, but how will you feel after ten or twenty years of working the same dead-end job for the same shit pay all while getting treated like shit by people who look down on you? Look at how one day of catering to pretentious assholes made you feel. Do you really want to live the rest of your life like that?"

"But what about you?" you asked, your voice shaky.

Keishin dropped his head, a few stray strands of hair falling into his face. Unlike that morning, when he had been asleep with loose hairs in his face, he looked annoyed and frustrated now. The bags under his eyes and tension lines on his forehead were a stark contrast to the soft, peaceful face you had woken up to that morning.

"Don't throw this away over me," he repeated. "Don't throw your future away over a 26-year-old burnout."

Lip quivering, you sucked in a deep breath. "I thought you were different . . . but you're just like everyone else."

Keishin eyed you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You said I should make my own decisions and live my life how I wanted but it was all a facade." You slipped your hand out of his and took a step back. "In the end, you're just like everyone else . . . you think you have a right to plan my future for me without giving me a say in the matter. You want to tell me how to live my life just like my parents."

"How could you say that?" Keishin almost snapped but managed to collect his anger before he did. "All I want is what's best for you."

You scoffed as you wiped a tear from your cheek. "If I had a penny for every time I've heard that I'd have enough money to pay for the University of Tokyo and then you'd get your damn wish . . . I'd be gone."

"When did I ever say I wanted you gone? Why are you so adamant that going to Tokyo means we can't be together?"

"Why are you so against just letting me make my own decision about this?! Why do I have to go to play soccer at that fucking university and leave you? I don't want to leave you!"

"Why not? Why are you so damn hung up on someone like me?!"

"Because I love you!" The two of you froze in place the second those words left your mouth. Chest heaving from the shouting and high emotions, you snapped your mouth shut before you said anything else in the heat of the moment.

Eyes wide, Keishin stared at you like a deer in headlights. "You what?"

You debated whether or not you should repeat what you had said, but by then, the damage had been done. "I love you," you breathed. "And I know you told me not to fall in love with you . . . but I did. I fell hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you so please stop asking me to."

You waited for what felt like an eternity for Keishin to say something, say anything. He opened his mouth a few times like he was about to, but nothing ever came out.

"Keishin . . ." You took a cautious step forward. "Please say something."

Keishin swallowed hard before looking you directly in the eyes. "If I said I didn't love you back, would you go?"

You felt your heart crack and the sensation of being punched in the gut spread throughout your entire body. "Is that what you're saying? You don't love me?"

"If I didn't, would you leave?"

You inhaled sharply. "If you look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't feel the same way that I do; that everything over the past few months has meant nothing to you, there would be no possible way I could stay in Miyagi," you answered truthfully. "If you tell me that you don't love me and that you never have, I would have no reason to stay in this prefecture."

Keishin's lips parted once more. "Y/N . . . I-" His brown eyes locked onto yours and you could feel what he was about to say even though he never did. "I . . . I can't do this right now."

With that, he brushed past you, grabbed a sweater from the bedroom and threw it on before storming out of the apartment, leaving you and the now cold takeout food alone.

Tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, you turned to look over your shoulder at the decision letter sitting on the counter, practically taunting you.

You should have thrown the thing out the second your mom dropped it off. Or better yet, maybe you should have never made that deal with Keishin and applied for the university in the first place.

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 11 - Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. Chapter Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, minor kissing.

A/N> In the previous chapter I said that maybe I would put the fic in Hiatus, and on Saturday I managed to write four chapters. So I believe I'll be able to finish everything by next weekend. Good reading everyone.

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Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

Everything is different now.

You can feel it in your bones. You can feel it in the air, in the room, in the way your butler won't leave the radio playing on the kitchen counter because the music has been replaced by news of disappearances all over the magical and non-magical community.

Even now, sitting at the kitchen table while everyone is eating their breakfast beside you, you find it hard to relax. Jarvis doesn't have to turn the radio back on for you to know how things are going on outside the protected gardens of the Stark mansion.

"I've already prepared the fireplace, Mister Tony." Announced Jarvis next, his hands on his back. Your brother murmured, still in the middle of sipping his coffee.

"Thank you, Jarvis." He then spoke, placing the cup on the table. "I'm expecting mail, if Iron comes back with anything, save it for me okay?"

"Of course, Mr. Tony."

"Jarvis?" You called out before your butler returned to the kitchen. He looked gently at you. "Aren't you going to have breakfast with us?"

The man hesitated, straightening his suit vest slightly.

"I've already eaten, miss. But I appreciate the invitation." He says making mention of turning around, you add quickly.

"Where are you going?"

There it is again. The tension you have noticed since you returned from the hospital. Caught in the way Jarvis looks quickly at Tony and your sisters before a smile that doesn't reach his eyes forms. He clears his throat lightly.

"I have my chores, miss." He answers politely. "Nothing you need to worry about."

"Is the order, isn't it?"

As soon as the words escape, silence falls on the table. Gamora stops stirring her tea in mid-motion, but you keep your gaze on Jarvis.

"Miss Stark, please, I mustn't be late." He insists and you sigh, nodding. Jarvis walks away, but the table remains silent. You have your fists clenched in your lap, waiting.

And realizing that just as before, when you began to notice the rushed exits, the whispers, the locked doors, and the hiding spells, you realized that none of your siblings would say anything.

So you rolled your eyes and stood up, throwing your napkin on the table and walking out of the kitchen with hard steps.

Tony called out to you, but you ignored him. Gamora reached you when you were already in your room.

"If you've come to tell me there's nothing going on, you can leave." You let her know sitting up in your bed, your mind working on theories. Gamora sighed lightly.

"I'm not." She says as she moves closer to sit beside you. "But I can't tell you everything either."

"All summer, Gamora." You begin. "All summer you guys have been keeping secrets from me. And damn it, I've done it for a long time, and I understand. But I thought...I thought after last year, things were going to change. Everybody knows about the prophecy, and I'm still dealing with it alone."

"You are not alone." She retorts as she straightens up in bed, turning her body toward you, but you continue to stare at your lap. "You're not. We're just trying to protect you."

You give a short laugh.

"I'm not, really, you're right." You sneer bitterly. "I only have Wanda and she is more than enough."

Gamora sighs, but does not contradict you. You stand up looking for a change of clothes.

"Are you going to her house again?" Gamora asks as she sees you rummaging through the closets. You don't face her to speak.

"I don't get lied to in the Maximoff residence."

Gamora rolls her eyes.

"You've barely stayed home this summer." She complains. "We've missed you."

"Ironic you say that since when I am here you guys are having secret meetings without me." You retorted angrily, putting your pajama set into a backpack.

“Y/N…” she starts but doesn't continue. You feel frustrated and impatient, and you roll your eyes at her lack of honesty.

"See you tomorrow." You say before leaving with the backpack.

You went straight to the living room, and ignoring the questioning look from Tony and Nebula at the kitchen table, you made your way to the fireplace.

Before you used the floo powder, Tony was calling you.

"You know you still leave here, right?" He quipped, and you resisted the urge to start a fight.

You stumbled into the fireplace, the magic dust in your hands. Within seconds, you were in the living room of Maximoff Residence.

"Wanda, your girlfriend is here!" Pietro yelled as he turned his attention to the pages."Again." He muttered softly making you giggle as you walked out of their fireplace.

You stepped closer only to shove the magazine he was holding to his face in a childish act and ignore his irritated grunt as you kicked off your shoes, knowing Erik hated getting his carpet dirty.

You had gotten quite comfortable at Maximoff Residence this summer. After St.Mungus, you and Wanda have been spending a lot of time together.

Part of you knows it's because you've been kept out of order, and it's created a nervous tension between you and your siblings, Wanda's house being the only place where no one seems to keep things from you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your girlfriend's sudden presence in the room, and you had two seconds to smile at her before Wanda steps forward from the hallway towards you, her arms around your neck in a tight hug. You felt your face heat up, but soon she was pulling away to place several kisses on your cheeks, making you giggle shyly as Pietro mimicked vomiting noises.

"My god, it's ten in the morning." He complained while getting up, but you ignored it, your hands rubbing Wanda's back as you looked at her adoringly.

"Good morning my love." You greeted her.

"Good morning sweetheart" She replied, looking at you the same way. "To what do I owe this wonderful visit?"

"I missed you."

"I missed y..."

"This is too gay for ten in the morning." Pietro complained loudly again, now walking past you into the hallway and turning into the kitchen as you and Wanda giggled.

“"Have you had breakfast yet?" She asked, bringing her hands to your cheeks, caressing your skin.

You mumbled yes, omitting the part that your meal was interrupted by a little argument to steal a peck from Wanda, who bit her lip when you moved away.

She turned her head to look down the hall for a second and then moved forward, kissing you firmly this time. You smiled against her lips, melting as her hand gently scratched the back of your neck.

She pulled back a moment later, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

"Come say good morning to my dad before he comes to get you himself." She asked as she pulled away, her hand intertwining with yours to pull you towards the kitchen.

As soon as Erik saw you, he put the paper down on the table and smiled, waving for you to sit down, and you did it shyly, Wanda following you.

"It's good to see you, Miss Stark." He says. "Hope everything is alright at home?"

"Probably not since she's always here now." Pietro scoffs before you respond and lets out an exclamation of pain when Wanda hits him in the head with a small wave of energy. Erik shoots her a disapproving look but says nothing.

You get caught up in small talk while you eat together, and you're more aware of Wanda's presence than anything else, but Erik calls to you.

"Will you join us in the diagonal alley?" he asks curiously and you bite the inside of your cheek, uncertain.

"Actually, Tony asked me not to go out in public." You say. "Because of everything that's going on."

"Oh yes I understand." Erik says thoughtfully. "I was in the alley last week, and most of the stores are closed. People are scared, and crime increased considerably with the return of the walkers."

The mood at the table changes, but you feel your body relax with Wanda's hand on your knee.

"What has the order done about it, sir?" You ask and Erik frowns slightly in surprise.

"Forgive me Miss Stark, I assumed your brother was telling you about the delicate situation the order is in, so I didn't mention anything." He says and straightens his posture in the chair. "We believe there is a traitor among us."

You look at him in surprise, as do his children. Erik takes a deep breath.

"Of course any of you shouldn't worry about that." He says. "That's a matter for the members."

"Fury recruited my brother, sir?" You question and Erik hesitates, then nods. You feel your stomach sink. Tony didn't tell you about it. "And my sisters?"

"No. Not them." He quickly denies it. "We voted to add new members, and it needs to be a unanimous decision. I don't approve of adding children to order."

"But you approve Tony?" You accuse with a frown.

"Your brother is of legal age, Miss Stark." He argues. "He is a powerful, resourceful, and talented wizard. He has the right to fight if he wishes."

"He's only two years older than me." You retort. "I don't want him to be in danger."

"He insisted." Erik tells you. "He insisted because he wants to protect you. I had my doubts about that, due to his age, but he asked for my vote. He wants to help."

You swallow the urge to cry, absorbing the teacher's words.

"Jarvis too, right?" You ask and Erik takes a sip of coffee before answering.

"I must not share the order's membership list." He comments lightly jokingly, but you grimace. Erik sighs. "We are trying to keep it as a secret as much information as possible. The situation is too tense with the ministry, and with so many attacks, we are not knowing who to trust."

"You haven't said anything about this all summer, papa." Pietro comments thoughtfully. "Why now?"

Erik swallows hard, putting the mug down on the table.

"Because Wanda is going to Hogwarts next week, and I won't be there to keep her safe."

You can feel Wanda's surprise and anxiety mix with yours, and your hand rests in hers on your knee.

"What are you talking about?" Wanda questions and Erik takes a deep breath.

"I will not be returning to the castle this year." He says. "The ministry ordered my removal."

"What?" The three of you exclaimed together and Erik gestured lightly for you to calm down.

"There are many rumors about the Ministry of Magic's involvement in the rise of Mephisto. The facilities that were granted to the walkers, in addition to the encouragement of the propaganda of purity of blood." He counts. "What happened at the ministry, with you two, created quite a problem for the minister. He can't blame Harkness because she disappeared, but it was only a matter of time before he found out that I was the one who recommended the special classes with her."

"But you were helping us!" You exclaimed indignantly. "And you're on the side of order!"

"Exactly, Miss Stark." He says. "I'm afraid the minister's interest is just that. To remove all members of the order from the castle."

"Papa, what will happen to you?" Pietro asks worriedly, but Erik smiles, giving him a reassuring look.

"Do not worry." He says. "They'll do an investigation, and the minister will prolong my removal as long as he can. In the meantime I'll help the order. Our priority is to finish off Mephisto's brute strength before he regains all his followers."

"What will happen at the castle this year?" Pietro questions worriedly, and you and Wanda share his expression. Erik taps his fingers on the table lightly.

"I have my suspicions, but all the possibilities are bad." He declares. "But Wanda will have professor Stephen and Maria there. Don't hesitate to reach out for them."

"That's not very comforting." Pietro mutters and Erik flashes his son a sad smile.

"But I guarantee that whatever happens at Hogwarts, it will be better than the outside." He says. "None of you have experienced a wizarding war before.Believe me when I say that the backyards of the school are safer, no matter how awful they seem to be."

Pietro sighs.

"I am worried, Papa." He says. "Wanda will be there alone."

You frown. "Hey!"

Pietro gives a short smile. "You know what I meant." He clarifies. "I won't be there, and neither will you. I don't understand why she can't stay home."

"Because it's more dangerous here." He comments. "The only reason you're not coming back to the castle is because of your small act last year, Pietro."

Pietro looks away, grimacing at Erik's disapproving tone. All the times you've been here, the topic of Pietro dropping out of school always made Erik grumpy and created a nervous tension between him and his son.

Erik clears his throat.

"Since you have decided that you will not become a competent wizard, I expect you to help me during this period." Erik declares causing you and Wanda to exchange a look, uncertain about getting into the conversation. Pietro rolls his eyes. "I'm sure your Aunt Raven has some task to keep you busy."

"Of course, papa." Pietro mumbles wryly, laying his face in his arms on the table.

Erik sighs before turning his gaze back to Wanda and you.

"We may be at war now, but your education is still important, my dear." He says. "I wanted to make sure you got your N.E.W.T. We're going to need good witches for when this is all over."

Wanda smiled shyly, and you fell silent again. Your head was a mess, millions of possibilities about the next year flashing by and noticing your nervousness, Wanda excused herself to the table, and led you by the hand out of the kitchen.

She smiled at you in the hallway, but only stopped walking when you two reached her room.

"You're nervous." She commented as she gently pushed you onto her bed.

You sat down, and Wanda settled into your lap, your hands automatically going to her waist as she hugged you. You sank your face into her neck, breathing in her perfume deeply and feeling your whole body relax at once, becoming slightly dizzy with how comfortable you felt.

"I love you." You whispered against her skin, and Wanda pressed you tighter against her, making you fall back against the mattress with a giggle. With her lack of response, you began to caress her back, feeling her breath against your neck.

When she pulled away, she got off you, throwing herself on the bed next while biting back a smile.

"What?" you asked, curious by her expression. She shook her head slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"I just think I have never felt as happy as I do when I am with you."

You smile at the confession, feeling your heart race as you turn your body toward her, resting your face in your hand and your elbow on the bed.

Your fingers come up to her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes to place behind her ear, as she looks at you adoringly.

"What am I going to do without you next year, huh?" you ask, causing her to giggle a little, as she reached up to rest her hand on your waist.

"Do you think we'll be able to talk through thoughts by then?" She jokes putting on a mock expression, making you laugh.

"I wish I had that now, so you could help me with my exams." You retort in the same tone, making Wanda laugh.

"I can help you with some actual studying for your exams." She suggests and you raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, because study sessions work out very well for us, don't they, Miss wandering hands?" You tease and Wanda smiles mischievously bringing your faces closer together.

"It's not my fault you're irresistible." She whispers before kissing your lips softly. You both sigh, but just as you go to deepen the kiss, Pietro is entering the room and Wanda lets out a grumble as she pulls away and sits on the bed.

“Can I help you Pietro?” Wanda asks impatiently.

"Can you let go of your girlfriend for a second to talk to your brother?" He teases causing Wanda to roll her eyes, but you giggle, settling comfortably on the bed. "I need to tell you both something."

"Then stop the suspense and just tell us." You grumble, wishing you would go back to kissing Wanda.

Pietro checks the hallway, then closes the bedroom door. You and Wanda frown.

"I think there's something important going on in the order." He declares. "But I have no idea what it is."

"That's not very reassuring." Wanda mocks making you laugh and Pietro grimaces. " What gave you this idea anyway?"

"Dad's been getting owls." He counters. "You haven't noticed anything strange because you're making out all the time."

"Jealous." Wanda teases, making you laugh, but Pietro rolls his eyes sighing impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah, you guys are cute and all, but you don't seem to be noticing the rest of the world." He complains, crossing his arms. "We have a war going on and all you girls are doing is kissing each other."

Wanda sighs, getting up.

"And we'd like to get back to that, so you can leave." She complained pushing her brother by the shoulders, while you laughed at the indignant expression he made while complaining that that was an important matter.

Wanda ushered him out, and locked the door, turning to you with a mischievous grin.

"Where were we?" She asked as she approached, and all you did was open your arms for her to jump into your lap again.

You knew that this was indeed an important matter, but you couldn't focus on much else as you had Wanda on your lap kissing your mouth eagerly, her tongue sliding into yours as her hands squeezed your shoulders gently.

You kissed so many times that summer, but it seemed to get better, and more and more addictive. You had no idea if it was because you were connected to her, or if it was because you were in love, but either way, you didn't want to stop.

But then the door was opening again, and Wanda let out a grumble as she jumped away from your lap, trying to disguise her smudged lipstick and swollen lips.

"Girls, you know the rules." Erik warned with a serious tone. "The door must always stay open."

"Yes, sir." You and Wanda muttered breathlessly, and Erik rolled his eyes before leaving. When his footsteps became distant, you and Wanda began to giggle, and you fell beside her on the bed, both of you trying to normalize your breathing and disguise how affected you were by the little make-out session.

In the silence, Wanda intertwined your hands together, but you both continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Do...do you think Pietro might be right?" Wanda asked next, her voice low. You shifted your gaze to her, waiting for her to clarify. Wanda swallowed dryly before doing so. "About this. About us not paying attention to the war or anything else. I just...I'm afraid he's right."

You straightened to turn your body toward her properly, resting your head on the hand of the arm that you popped your elbow on the mattress. Wanda copied your movement, and you smiled at her as you moved your fingers up to caress her face.

"I think it's unfair for Pietro to say that." You say. "Every time I've tried to bring up order, war, or anything related to that, I've been called a child. So I think it's unfair that just because I'm focusing on the most important part of my life I get called out for it."

Wanda's eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"You think I'm the most important part of your life?" She asked shyly, making you smile.

"Of course you are, Wanda." You reply as if it were obvious, squeezing her reddened cheek and making her laugh. "My little grumpy witch."

Wanda rolls her eyes, grabbing a fistful of your shirt to pull you close, and give you a lingering kiss. You smile against her lips, and when she pulls away she keeps her forehead pressed against yours.

"I love you." She whispers with her eyes closed. "I love you so much I think I'm going to suffocate."

You sigh, feeling her emotions. She feels love, vibrant, pulsing. You think you might cry if you don't keep your eyes closed.

"I know." You whisper back. "It's like you can't put all the love out, no matter how hard you try."

"Does that scare you?" Wanda asks, her hand coming down on your waist. "Us? How intense it feels?"

You let out a short laugh.

"Scare me?" You retort. "It's the only thing that secures me."

Wanda sighs, pulling away to look at you. You smile, your hand on her cheek, caressing her skin with your thumb.

"You, Wanda Maximoff, are the only certain I hold on to." You confess. "You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. My love for you is the only thing I am sure I never want to lose."

Wanda's eyes are watery, but you know they are tears of happiness. You can feel it too. And you don't need her to say it back to you to know either.

"I can't lose you." She whispers as she lets the tears flow. "I won't survive."

"I'm not going anywhere, Wanda." You assure by looking into her eyes, but she swallows dryly, unable to hold back her tears. You feel her despair, you want to get these feelings out of her, but you don't know how. You hold her tightly, and Wanda lies against you.

When she opens her mind to you, you understand. She still thinks of you in the dungeons of the castle. She shares her insecurities, and her traumas. You take it all in, and the grip tightens. You also begin to cry when she stops sharing.

"I'm sorry." You tell her, and repeat it a few times until she stops crying. When she does, you're both exhausted, and she just pulls away to straighten up, her face buried in your neck, inhaling your perfume.

"Stay with me." She asks against your skin, and you smile with your eyes closed.

"I will." You whisper against her ear. "I will stay forever."

//-//-//-//-//

Hogwarts feels different.

Although the trip to the castle was the same as other years, there is a different tension in the air.

The train was also considerably emptier.

Not that you noticed it so much, Wanda's presence being your complete focus. Your sisters' teasing about it making you ignore your surroundings even more just to look at Wanda.

And when you all arrived at the castle, everything seemed even worse than last year.

"Are those dementors?" Gamora asks in surprise as you all are walking down toward the carriages. You notice the buzzing around the train, the other students also noticing the creatures flying over the castle in the distance.

Wanda's hand intertwined in yours is the only thing keeping you calm.

Before you can show any reaction, Drax, the fighter guard is shouting for everyone to hurry, that it was not safe to stay outside, and you were pushed along with the crowd inside the vehicles.

"What the hell is going on with this place?" Nebula asks as the carriage starts to move.

"I don't know, but having Dementors back in the castle is definitely not a good sign." Wanda comments looking out the window.

The silence of the drive to the castle is filled with speculation about the changes at the beginning of the year, and none of you are excited for Professor Kaecilius' continuing direction. Nobody seems happy with the absence of Professor Erik on the faculty either.

You don't miss the opportunity to tease Gamora about her boyfriend not coming back to Hogwarts this year, but it backfires when she scoffs that not everyone needs to be together all the time like you and Wanda to date.

When you finally arrived, there were aurors in almost every corridor of the castle now, but they were shabby-looking wizards you had never seen before, and no sign of Carol Danvers.

As soon as you made mention of joining the Slytherin table, one of them put his hand in your way.

"Each student must join their house at the opening ceremony." Said the wizard seriously, and you frowned.

"That's ridiculous." You retorted impatiently, taking a step forward. The wizard drew his wand and you widened your eyes in surprise, automatically covering Wanda with your body.

"I won't say it again." Warned the man, and you were ready to duel, but Professor Strange seemed to have emerged from the floor, and touched your shoulder quickly.

"Miss Stark, please, let's all calm down." He ordered, and you grimaced in indignation. The small scene was already attracting the attention of the students who were entering the hall.

"Tell the student to go to her assigned table or she will be punished, professor." Warned the auror and you clenched your jaw, taking a step forward, but Wanda squeezed your hand pulling you back.

"Please, everyone in your seats right now." Strange said. "Let's not start the year with a fuss, okay?"

You ignored Stephen to look at Wanda, who let go of your hand to gently smooth your cloak, moving closer to kiss your cheek, and whisper in your ear "I love you." before turning away, smiling shyly as she turned to the Slytherin table and left.

You sighed, exchanging an angry look with the auror before walking over to the Hufflepuff table, Mantis behind you.

The year's announcements were even more absurd.

"[...] As many of you may have known this summer, as per the announcements of the Daily Prophet, I will be taking over as headmaster of Hogwarts." Announced Professor Kaecilius with a polite smile that made you roll your eyes. Your attention immediately returned to the Slytherin table, and you already found Wanda looking at you.

When your gazes meet, she blushes, quickly turning away, and making you smile.

"Hey, that sounds important." Mantis commented beside you, noticing that you were distracted, exchanging glances with Wanda across the hall.

You mumbled, pretending to pay attention to the director.

"It is clear that this will be a difficult year for us, and typically adverse until the Ministry of Magic faces the dangers beyond this castle." Kaecilius commented and you frowned, finally paying attention to the speech. "It is to prioritize the safety of the students, I have been in contact with the minister of magic himself, and new conceptions have been allowed this year to properly prepare the students for the dangers of the wizarding world."

The hall shared some buzz, but the professor just cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"This year we will be accompanied not only by the guards of Azkaban, but also by a team of special aurors, sent by the minister himself to ensure the integrity of the castle and the safety of our students. " Kaecilius said, motioning in the center of the hall. "In addition, a change was necessary in the curriculum of this school, due to the disfavor the old direction caused in the education of all of you."

"That doesn't sound good." Mantis whispered beside you.

"I'm sure it isn't." You whispered back, looking at the principal.

"The importance of teaching without ideological barriers has been reassessed, and the minister has decided that freedom is a crucial point in the education of our society." Kaecilius announced, holding out his arms. "Classifications like right, or wrong, are... backwardness. We, as a free society, need to evolve. And we are going to start that here. With our young people."

You're not sure if it was an auror or one of the teachers who applauded first, but soon the hall followed, more out of cordiality than anything else. You did not, nor did Mantis, or any of your friends, and neither did some of the other students.

When dinner was served, you felt too concerned to feed yourself, but Mantis poked you in the ribs.

"What do you think all that speech meant?" She asks and you stir your steak with your fork, sighing before answering.

"Don't you think it's obvious?" You ask rhetorically. "They're going to teach dark magic."

Mantis's eyes widen in surprise, but you feel tired. You want to go back to where Wanda is.

But then Peter Parker is speaking.

"Did you hear what some of the Gryffindors are saying about Minister Schmidt's aurors?" he asked and you and Mantis both deny with your heads. He leaned in, lowering his voice. "They are called the Red Skulls. They were a task force in the first war. And they weren't on the right side."

You become apprehensive at the information. It's as if Hogwarts is being controlled by the wrong people now. You really have no appetite after that. So all you do during dinner is listen to the parallel conversations between your housemates and your friend.

You wished Harley had come back to Hogwarts this year, but she wrote to you over the summer saying that just like Ivy, she would study magic from home now. You missed her lightness when you had to listen to Peter's nervous comments.

As dinner ended, you hoped to join Wanda, but the aurors controlled the lines back to the dormitories, wands in hand.

You clenched your jaw, feeling frustrated and angry as soon as you made mention of leaving the line and the same auror from earlier appeared.

"Let's not do that again, Stark girl." He warned and you held your wand in your robes, staring at him angrily.

"A word, Stark?" Professor Strange interrupted again, appearing beside the auror. He touched the wizard on the shoulder. "Please, Mr. Klaue, I will escort Miss Stark back to the Hufflepuff dormitory when we're done."

The minor wizard stared back at you before turning his attention back to the line and Stephen gestured with his head for you to accompany him out of the hall.

You walked to the corner of the entrance, and Stephen leaned slightly toward you.

"How are things, Stark? Did you have a good summer?" He asked, making you frown.

"The best." You replied dryly. " Everything was awesome until I came back and some jerk kept me from seeing my girlfriend."

Stephen sighed lightly, looking at the rest of the rows that were moving away, the hall quickly becoming empty.

"I'm sorry about that. I wish things were different, but they won't be for long." He says, practically whispering. You cross your arms, annoyed at the way the aurors in the distance are clearly watching you and Stephen talk.

"What the hell is going on in this place anyway, professor?" You ask irritated.

"The same thing that's going on outside." He replies. "Miss Stark, I won't have as many opportunities to talk to you this year. So I'll say it now. Be careful. Not like the years before, going out at night and sneaking out of the castle. No. Hogwarts will not be the same this year. You, as well as your friends, must be careful."

You frowned, but softened your expression as you noticed the pure concern on Strange's face. But before you could say anything, he was looking away and there was an auror beside you.

"Students should return to their dormitories after dinner." The man announced, already grabbing your arm and making you let out a mixed exclamation of surprise and anger.

"There's no need for that." The professor immediately interfered, releasing the man's grip, who took a step forward.

"I would be careful with secrets, Mr. Strange." Warned the wizard. "You don't want to be tried for treason, like that mudblood, do you?"

Strange clenched his jaw, and you think you've never seen him so angry.

"Do not threaten me, Mr Stane." Stephen retorted, and you swallowed dryly as you saw the wizard grab his wand on his belt, but he didn't draw it. The wizard just laughed wryly and made a noise with his mouth, like a whistle, to get you to walk.

You exchanged a look with the professor before doing so, hurrying to keep up with the end of the Hufflepuff line.

//-//-//-//-//

You were too worried to sleep.

And nothing had happened, but just the fact that you knew things were different made you uncomfortable and worried about Wanda's safety.

You had your cloak, and ignoring Strange's instructions, you waited for everyone to be asleep before leaving the dorm, completely invisible in the dark.

Aurors were making rounds through the halls, much more than before. And there were many more wizards, and you didn't know where they seemed to come from.

You thought it best to put a spell on your shoes so they wouldn't make noise, and so you passed through the corridors quietly.

At the portrait door your troubles began.

"Hey buddy, let me in." You warned the painting, which grumbled as it was woken up, squinting and then assuming a stern posture.

"Get out of here, blood traitor!" Retorted the painting causing you to frown.

"Say that again and I will rip you apart!" You angrily warned, but the painting gave a mean little laugh and then began to shout.

"Student out of bed, student out of bed!" His high-pitched voice echoed in the halls, and you hurried to cover your head with your cloak again, feeling your heart race when you heard footsteps approaching through the halls.

You started to run, and only stopped when you were far enough away.

And then you realized where you were again.

You remember the path from your nightmares.

Swallowing hard, you take a step back, but you bump into the wall.

It is the entrance to the dungeon where Agatha took you.

Nothing looks different, you wonder if the ministry even went in there.

You feel your stomach turn, and your heart is racing even more. The memories of what happened come back all at once, but you close your eyes, taking a deep breath and pushing them away.

You are safe.

And you walk away from that corridor quickly, feeling suffocated.

And then you bump into someone, trip over the cloak, and fall to the floor.

"Interesting choice of destination, Miss Stark." Professor Kaecilius comments as you swallow dryly, looking at him while you are still on the floor. He keeps his hands in his pockets."I was hoping for a more mature attitude in your sixth year, but clearly that was a mistaken expectation."

"Sorry, professor, but I'm still sleepwalking." You retort getting up, and are surprised that he gives you a wry smile. You feel nervous then, because he is now so comfortable at Hogwarts that he feels free to laugh at your jokes.

"I should have predicted that you would come back to this place." He then says, looking toward the room for a moment before returning his gaze to you. "If you had asked permission, perhaps I would have conceived."

You clench your jaw, not knowing exactly how to escape this confusion. Professor Kaecilius assumes a stern expression next.

"I don't care for the unruly way that Agatha conducted this school, but I assure you that it will not be the same manner in which I will conduct it." He says and with a flick of his right hand, the fallen invisibility cloak closes and jumps on his arm. You swallow dryly, but say nothing. "Adjusting to the new curriculum will take up most of your routine during this week, but you must learn to value the rules. Your detentions will take place on Saturdays for the next three months."

"Three months?" You exclaim in shock, and Kaecilius sighs.

"Perhaps four would be more appropriate, you have a bad track record."

You bite your tongue, holding back from cursing your teacher.

" Follow me to your dormitory, Miss Stark." Says the professor next, already starting to walk. "We don't want any more incidents, do we?"

The path is silent, but there is a nervous tension.

At the door, Professor Kaecilius turns to you.

"I would sleep now, if I were you, Miss Stark." He warns. "It takes discipline to become a competent witch, and sleep will not be an acceptable excuse for failing your classes."

You frown, but the professor waves, and you walk into the dormitory, the doorframe closing behind you.

Just as you reach your room, Mantis is opening the curtains on her bed.

"Where the hell have you been?" She asks worriedly as you take off your shoes to lie down.

"Wanda." You grumble before throwing yourself onto the mattress, sinking your face into the pillow. Seeing your dissatisfaction, Mantis sits up in your bed, poking you lightly in the ribs.

"What happened?" she asks and you sigh in frustration. When you tell her what happened, she has a mixed expression of concern and annoyance.

"I'm sorry about the cloak." She says. "And well, about the detention too."

"It's okay." You mumble. "I just wanted to see my girlfriend."

"I'm sure she's fine." Mantis says, and seeing your grimace she giggles. "Can't you feel these things? If you're not sensing anything, she's asleep, right?"

You sigh, nodding. Mantis is right. You just miss her, but other than that, you don't have any chills or anything. Wanda is safe.

"Thank you, Mantis." You say shyly, playing with the threads of the pillow. "Sometimes, I don't remember that, and I worry for nothing."

"It's okay." She says. "That's how it is when you love someone."

You smile and Mantis gives you a wink before getting up, and returning to her own bed.

"Now, let's go to sleep please, I'm thinking we're in for a busy week." She comments and you murmur in agreement.

You are afraid that " busy" is not the best adjective to define it.

//-//-//-//-//

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Obey me! Leviathan x GN! MC

Want Another Kiss?

Just MC trying to give Levi lots of kisses and love. Gets a little spicy at the end, though. 👀

Word Count: 1.8k

᯽ Part Two

| WARNING | Brief NSFW.

Levi was probably the most adorable out of all of the brothers.

At least in your eyes.

You can't say that you liked him from the beginning, though. He was sort of a jackass when you first met. Well, all of the brothers were, simply put. Calling you a normie? You were nothing but a normie!

If only he would've known then.

You shake your head, realizing that you will get nothing from going back to unpleasant memories. Instead, you look up. Leviathan was in his natural state; with his headphones well placed, sitting comfortably in his chair playing videogames on his computer. You, on the other hand, were sitting on the ground not too far behind him. You asked him if you could borrow his console to play for a bit and he agreed. It was just like the Nintendo Switch you had back at home.

You have gotten used to spending time in his room. After getting to know each other, Leviathan came soon to realize that you have a lot of things in common. From reading manga to staying up late playing videogames or watching anime. You smiled and giggled quietly. By default, it made you happy that the person you liked enjoyed the same things you did.

"Did you say something, MC?" Leviathan's voice surprises you. You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice his match was already over. He was holding part of his headset behind one of his ears, slightly turned in your direction still sitting on his chair. You shake your head and respond.

"No. I was talking to myself." you excused.

He shrugged. "Okay. I'm gonna play another match. If you're hungry, you know where the snacks are." He slightly smiles at you, turning around once again to face his computer."

And just before he could start, you called on him.

"Actually, Levi..." he answered with a little 'mhm?', giving you the cue to proceed. "Could you come here for a second?"

You didn't see it, but he frowned just before getting up from his seat. You moved back a bit to give him space to sit on the ground along with you. He ended up sitting in front of you, looking at you curiously.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I want to try something out with you." You murmured, getting closer to Leviathan. Close to the point where your knees touched his. You both were sitting with your legs crossed, so there was still a decent distance between the two of you.

The tone of your voice plus the distance that Leviathan now had you, had him slowly becoming a nervous wreck. A bright pink spread across his face, his imagination getting the best of him as he thought of what you might mean. It was no secret that you liked each other, you both had already confessed some time ago. He still couldn't quite believe it, but he accepted it.

"T-Try something out?"

You nod, smiling sweetly at him as you reached for his hands. You knew he was nervous. Hell, you were a bit nervous yourself. For that reason, you took the time to hold his hands, rubbing your thumbs over the base of these in an attempt to calm him down.

Which, in your mind, it worked completely. Leviathan looked at his hands between yours and he could swear he can hear the fast beating of his heart ringing in his ears. He worried that you could hear it, too, and that's why he wanted to let go of your hands. He was still not very used to physical touch from other people. But he was more worried that he will make you feel bad. So, he stayed in his position and waited for you to talk.

"Do you want me to let go of your hands?" you softly asked.

Leviathan started to panic. "N-No! I mean, yes, b-but not because of what you think! I-I like your touch, y-you can touch me anywhere! Wait! T-That s-s-sounds so...!"

"Levi." You called before he could even finish. "Breathe." You reminded him, holding back a laugh because of how cute you thought he was acting.

He did as told. As you started to become closer, you both started working on ways for Leviathan to properly communicate when he got flustered. You found it cute, but it must be very frustrating for him. He has a hard time expressing how he feels.

"I know what you're trying to say. I'm just holding your hands to make you feel calm." He let out a small 'oh' in response. If he was already embarrassed, he was now even more embarrassed. He intended to apologize, but froze after he heard you talk.

"Would you like me to kiss you?"

"K-K-Kiss?!" His voice trembled.

Leviathan has stopped working.

"K-Kiss me?! T-That's such... normie behavior! I-I don't know if I can-" he stopped himself. Too flustered to even continue what he was saying. He was so red that he could feel it. Was it always this hot in his room?

"If you don't want to, that's oka-"

"I want to!" He responds louder than he had planned, almost jumping on you while he tightened the grip around your hands. This scared you a little, and he noticed sooner than later. These are not hours to be screaming. "I-I want to," he says now more quietly as he lets go of your hands; placing his between his legs.

You smiled at him once again, changing your sitting position to a more suitable one to get closer to Leviathan. "I'm going to give you different types of kisses, and you're gonna tell me if you're comfortable with it or not. Okay?"

"O-Okay."

"Come closer, then."

He, again, does what he is told, leaning closer to you. He was really tensed, his lips were a thin line and his eyes were close shut so tightly that it was almost concerning. You chuckled, proceeding to plant a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Eh?" You heard him say as he opened his eyes.

Smiling, you ask, "what did you think of that one?"

"E-Eh? l-I liked it. I just thought...."

You just barely lean your head to the side, faking innocence and confusion. "You thought...?"

"N-Nothing!" He answers and you let out a soft laugh.

"Are you ready for the next kiss?" You ask.

He nods, closing his eyes again; awaiting. You both lean in, and that's when you leave a kiss on his cheek.

"Well?" You look at him.

"That one... felt nice."

"Do you want another one?"

He nodded childishly and you smiled. You leave another kiss on his other cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and getting an up-close view of his still red face. Your heart feels full the more you look at him. Your love seems to grow stronger as the days pass. You wanted to give everything and anything to this demon.

"I really like them." He says calmly.

"The ones on your cheeks?"

"Uh-hum."

"Well, I like giving them to you."

He smiles at you, his eyelids almost closing because of how big his smile was. He was happy. He has felt so appreciated ever since he has spent more time with you. He didn't know how to thank you enough. He wanted to keep you all to himself. Have you to be the only one he cherishes. Deep in his heart, he knows he doesn't deserve you, or your love, but doesn't want to let you go.

You seemed to have noticed that his smile formed into a face full of sadness since you were looking at him with a serious expression.

"You better not be having any negative thoughts."

Leviathan didn't respond, telling you that your assumption was correct.

You sigh. "I guess I don't have a choice."

And before Leviathan could react, you were already tickling him.

"MC, no! Wait!" He attempted to say as he was squirming on the floor while you were on top, tickling him to your heart's content.

"I said only happy thoughts allowed!" You said, laughing along with him.

"I'm... sorry!" He said, out of breath and still in between laughs. "S-Stop!"

Once you decided that it was enough, you stop. You go back to the sitting position you were in and so does Leviathan.  You both tried to catch your breath. Neither of you were very active people. Going up the stairs was a whole workout session.

"That was not a kiss." You hear him say. You chuckled and shrugged.

"It's on you for having negative thoughts."

Now it was his turn to chuckle. "I won't do it again."

There was a short pause that, for some reason, felt like ages. A pause where the two of you looked at each other. It made your heart flutter. He leaned closer to you and swallowed, doing everything in his power to not let his nervousness eat him alive.

"Do you mind... kissing me more?"

The question took you by surprise.

Now, who was the flustered one?

As a pink color grew to fill your cheeks, you nodded and leaned to reach Leviathan. He had already had his eyes closed, and compared to the beginning, he was far more relaxed, waiting patiently. The blush in his face persisted, but it wasn't as noticeable as before.

He was comfortable.

Without hesitating, you press your lips against his in a soft kiss. You didn't move your lips, nor did he. It was short and sweet. You separated from him but kept a really short distance between the two of you.

"Did you like that one?" You murmured over his lips, gazing at them and then his eyes. 

"Yes," he answered. His eyes dropping to your lips when you talked.

"Then, what about this one?"

You leaned to kiss him again but before your lips touched, the tip of your tongue slid over his lips; winning a soft gasp from him that was cut short when you finally kissed him.

"Mh..." You heard him moan, and you felt your whole body burn.

You moved your lips every so often as you waited for Leviathan to follow along. His kisses were sloppy, but that, strangely, made his kissing even better. Once he caught up, your kissing picked up the pace.

Quiet gasps and moans were shared among you two. Soon after, you felt shaking hands hold your waist, fingers embedding into your skin over your clothes. Leviathan lift you up and placed you onto his lap. A groan coming from the bottom of his throat when it was you rubbed against his now hard crotch.

"I see you become bolder when you're excited." You tease, smirking at him.

"S-Shut up."

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