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clockwayswrites · 7 months

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City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 4

WC 1123 Masterpost CW allusions to past torture, dehumanization, anxiety

“Looks worse in person, doesn’t he?”

Dick was jolted out of his thoughts as Jason spoke. He gave little nod, but didn’t look away from the kid asleep on the bed. Seeing the photos were bad enough, but Jason was right, he looked worse in person. It was distressingly clear all that he’d gone through between the fainter marks that the flash of the camera had washed out and the way the kid’s bone’s were clearly outlined under paper thin skin.

“It’s wild seeing someone who looks so much like B looking so fragile,” Jason continued in a low rumble. “Like, none of us think the old man can do everything anymore, we’re all beyond that childish notion, but doesn’t mean that B still doesn’t seem larger than life. To see a kid with his features look like that…”

“It’s going to be okay, little wing,” Dick assured hi. “We’ll look out for him now.”

Jason snorted. “Always the optimist.”

“Nope,” Dick said, shaking his head. “I’m just pretty sure that anyone who comes for him, you and little Red will put in the ground.”

Dick could see Jason start out of the corner of his eye at that, but didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, Dick finally entered the room instead of just lingering in the doorway like a creep.

“What’s the plan, baby bird?”

Tim stopped twirling the screwdriver in his fingers (a nervous habit) and glanced Dick’s way. “I want to fit a piece of insulating rubber between the collar and his skin. I should be able to get it off without zapping him, but they didn’t… I’m pretty sure they didn’t intend it to ever come off, or at least not cleanly.”

“So rubber as a back up, makes sense. What’s the catch?”

“Well, like Duke said, we don’t know what will happen when we remove it,” Tim answered, “and I’m pretty sure he won’t stay asleep for it. He stirred some when I was checking it over earlier. I want the collar off him but…”

“Pretty sure that’s more important than rest,” Jason said. “He’s got as long as he needs to rest after. Besides, gives us a chance to get some fluids and food in him.”

“Okay, you wake him up then,” Tim said, tone edging into snippy. The baby bird really was stressed by this.

“Now hold on,” Jason started back.

Dick just rolled his eyes and squatted by the edge of the bed. Gently, he rested a hand on the kid’s shoulder. He rubbed a slow circle with his thumb. “Hey there. Can you wake up for a little bit? We want to get you more comfortable.”

The kid gave a sleepy snuffle and turned his head, nuzzling his cheek against Dick’s hand for a moment. Dick could feel when the kid actually woke up by how rigid he went.

“It’s okay, you’re safe, remember? You ran into Red Hood and Red Robin. They brought you to a safe house. I’m Nightwing, but they’re both still here.

“Hey Kid,” Jason said, his voice distinct behind the modulation.

Green eyes fluttered open and darted quickly around the room. The Kid was too young to have to catalog all the exits and makeshift weapons, but that’s exactly what he was doing. Dick slowly removed his hand and rested it, palm up, on his knee. The kid seemed to chase the touch for a moment before he went the other way and pushed himself to sit up back into the corner where the bed med the wall.

“Sorry,” he croaked out.

Dick nudged the sealed water bottle on the side table a little closer to him. The kid took a moment to look from it to Dick and the others in the room before he reached out very slowly to take it. Dick was sure the kid thought they were going to take it away by how quickly he snatched it back once his fingers were on it, but none of them commented on it. None of the commented on the way he checked the seal either before he broke it and chugged half the bottle.

“Maybe go slow with the rest of that bottle, but keep drinking it. We’d like you to eat too. If you’re not comfortable eating something we—”

Jay cleared his throat and Nightwing rolled his eyes behind his white out lenses. “That Red Hood cooks, we have MREs and bars that are sealed.”

“We can also cover your stitches so that you can take a shower,” Jason said, “but only after you eat. Don’t need you falling over in the shower.”

“And before you eat,” Tim chimed in, “we want to get that collar off.”

The water bottle crinkled loudly in the kid’s hands. He started, dropping it on the mattress then scrambled to pick it up.

“Shit, sorry, I’m…”

“It’s just water, Kid,” Jason said. “It will clean up fine.”

“Can you take a deep breath for me?” Dick asked, voice soft. He tapped out a rhythm on the bed frame with his blue stripped fingers.

The kid took a shuddering breath and then another. Jason left the room as the kid breathed, coming back with another bottle of water and an orange juice to set on the side table.

“There you go,” Dick soothed. “I’m going to talk about it, is that okay?”

The kid gave a jerky nod.

“Do you want the collar off?”

The kid nodded again. “Yes.”

“Is it going to harm you if we take it off? One of us Bats is a meta too. He said there could be a backlash of power.”

“I can control it,” he whispered. The words were barely audible over the nearly bottle that he was twisting in his hands. “But the collar… if you… it, um, shocks.”

“We know,” Tim said. “But I know how to take it off. We’ll put rubber between your skin and it too, so even if I tries you won’t feel it.”

The kid’s eyes seemed to flash brighter as he looked up at Tim. “You can? I tried to but I didn’t have… I couldn’t find the tools. All I could do is kill the tracker. It zapped me out for a day. I was so sure that… right, yeah, please, I want it off. You all… you’d do that?”

“Of course,” Dick said.

The green shifted to him. “But you don’t even know what I can do.”

“We know you’re a kid with a collar around your neck that hurts you. That’s enough for us,” Jason said.

The kid looked between all of them before he slumped forward. Dick gently plucked the water bottle from his limp fingers.

“Please,” the kid said. “Please.”

--- AN: Y'all, darlings, I am... so tired I didn't have it in me to read this over before posting so I'm sure there are double words and wrong words. Be kind to my soul. It was a very busy day with a lot of important things and fatigue is kicking my ass. But before anyone worse, I wanted to write this and I'm happier having gotten some writing done!

Still, I hope you like this part! We got Dick POV this time! Stay delightful, my darlings.

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lot-of-nothing · 23 days

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Entwined (Ch. 4)

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Reconciliation and growth? Melissa realizes she still has a lot she needs to work through.

Warnings: Sexual themes and internalized homophobia

Author's Note: A little worldbuilding around R's relationship with Melissa. Thank you soooo much to @alexusonfire for betaing this <3

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

The bartender placed a drink on the bar before you, earning them a furrowed brow and questioning glance. They gave a toothy grin in response and pointed down the bar to your left, “It's from the redhead.”

Your stomach sank at the prospect, and the bartender noticed how your features drooped. With a sympathetic glance, they let you be with your thoughts.

Melissa. It had to be her.

You stared down at the wood grain of the bar, debating if you even wanted to open the wounds that were barely healed as it was. Even a glance felt like too much for you now. You weren’t ready for this after everything ended so terribly. But it didn’t seem like Melissa was giving you much of a choice as her plump hand crept from your shoulder blade to your shoulder, “Long time no see.”

You knew her voice well, so when her tone lacked her typical confidence, your eyes flicked up to her face with concern. Her flaming hair was tucked behind her right ear and she was gazing at you softly as her thumb began rubbing soft circles against your clothed shoulder. “Can I sit?”

Your eyes scanned her body as you considered her question, noting the casual outfit of jeans, a pink long sleeve shirt, and her usual jumble of necklaces. Any emotions that her presence stirred in you were pushed down with your apathetic tone and shrug as you swivel your head to face forward once more, “I don’t own the place. Sit where you want.”

Melissa took a nervous seat next to you. She wasn’t about to back down just because you seemed angry with her. She had thought long and hard about everything that had happened between you and was ready to reconcile. Mel chewed at the inside of her lip as she let some time pass between the two of you. Her eyes were watching you intently in the mirror hung behind the shelves of liquor across the bar, and her nails nervously tapped on her glass of brown liquor as she thought about what she should say.

The redhead coughed and then turned her head slightly towards you as she spoke, “Ahem, how’s Ms. Sunshine?”

“We broke up.” Your response was automatic, and while you tried to sound just as cold as you did when you let her sit, you couldn’t hide your disappointment when you were reminded of that night once more.

“How’s-” Melissa started, but you cut her off.

“We don’t have to do small talk.”

Mel allowed silence to fall between you both again. From the corner of your eye, you watched her fidget with her phone as she pretended to be comfortable with the silence between you both. You knew she was searching for a different topic of conversation to you talking - the effort being a refreshing change to your interactions in the past.

Another few minutes passed before her voice rang out again - twinged with hope that reminiscing could get you to talk to her, “Remember senior prom? When Frankie Amici ditched me for Kristin Marie?”

At first you considered only nodding, but then you caught a glimpse of Melissa’s half smile in the mirror as she stared into her lap and thought about that night. You decided to play along, but you refused to smile or offer any indication you enjoyed the conversation, “We sat out on Reading Railroad Bridge with a pack of menthols from your uncle.”

“A train came and we had to jump into the river.” Mel’s nose scrunched up at the thought of being in the Schuylkill River. She remembered scrubbing her skin raw afterwards to get the remnants of the polluted river off of her.

The memory of you both jumping off that bridge, hand-in-hand and screaming as you plummeted into the freezing water, brought a smile to your face. You made so many bad decisions together in your teens that it was surprising neither of you ever hurt yourselves. You glanced at Melissa, smirking a bit as you reminded her of the aftermath, “We warmed up in my car.”

Melissa straddled you in the passenger seat of the Pontiac Oldsmobile you borrowed from your cousin. You slowly unzipped her baby pink prom dress while she kissed your neck. She was grinning when she pulled away and peeled the dress from her body - Mel always loved the way your eyes lit up when she revealed herself to you. Her hand caught you by the back of the neck and guided you to her breasts, “Why don’t you help me warm up?”

With your hands pressing into her back, you dove towards her breasts - rolling her nipples between your teeth and leaving darkened marks across her chest. Your hands sunk under the soaked fabric of her dress, revealing more of Melissa’s chilled skin to you. She pulled away again, leaning back against the dashboard to watch you with her intense green eyes. You wished you could say you met her gaze but you were too busy staring at her torso.

Melissa’s mouth went dry at how you eyed her. In your reminiscing, you had begun watching the redhead just as you did that night - hungry eyes flicking between her cleavage and her lips. She hummed in agreement as her heart skipped a beat, “Mhmm..”

Finally you stopped ogling her and met her gaze, “You looked so pretty in that pink dress.”

And with that statement, you made Melissa Schemmenti blush. The heat on her cheeks only grew as you propped your head in your hand and stared intently at her, raising your brows as you waited expectantly for her to carry on the conversation. While she had broken you down a bit into being willing to speak to her, it was up to Mel to carry the brunt of your discussion, and carry it she did.

You went back and forth for half an hour, sharing silly memories from your time spent together. The conversation took a change in tone when Melissa stared at her hands and asked, “You remember when Nona died? The night after?”

“That night you came over at 2am. I let you in and you crawled into my bed.” You knew how painful it was for her to bring it up - it always had been since she passed. With a tentative pace, you reached out and covered her hand with your own, giving her a light squeeze before lifting your hand to her face to tuck her red locks behind her ear. Your gentle actions caused her gaze to lift to your face.

Melissa’s eyes watered, but the tears were swiftly blinked away with a huff before she spoke, “I remember your hand on my face. Even while you slept, you seemed to know when I was cryin’ ‘cause your thumb would rub my cheek.”

After Melissa had crawled into your bed, you followed suit, drawing her to your chest. She rested her forehead against your sternum and she was using your bicep as a pillow. You could feel her tears falling from her cheek onto your skin which made tears threaten to fall from your own eyes.

“She loved you so much, pretty girl...” You whisper, drawing your hand to her cheek and rubbing soft circles into her cheekbone. She didn’t even protest as you pressed your lips against the top of her head. While sleep would overtake Mel and you periodically, you would always rouse with the feeling of tears against your skin. When you woke, you would gently rub her cheek until she would settle back down and fall asleep.

You offered a soft smile, “You were over a lot that week before the funeral... stress cooking. I don’t think my fridge has ever been that full since.”

The redhead let out a puff of air instead of a laugh, “Yeah…”

—

An hour later you had moved from the bar into a small booth where Melissa was pressed into your side. Mel’s behavior was a bit different than what you had come to know - it made you wonder what had changed within the past few months. You knew Mel wasn’t a regular of this bar so she might have been feeling comfortable in the anonymity and inebriation.

You lean in close, grinning wide when Melissa didn’t move away which only left a few centimeters between you both. You teased her quietly, reaching an unseen hand out to rest on her back, “Aren’t you nervous people might think you are flirting with me?”

“Who said I was flirtin’?” She lifted her nose into the air and smirked while her foot stroked your calf under the table. This was the flirtatious attitude you loved from Melissa.

“Maybe it’s how your shirt keeps getting pulled lower… Or maybe it’s how you keep getting closer... and closer.” Your finger teased at the edge of her now exposed bra and your lips lingered closer to hers with every word. In all of your years of knowing Melissa, you had never experienced a situation where it felt like you were on a date with her. Your chemistry was undeniable and you wondered if she felt it too.

“Maybe this is just how I talk to people.” Her lips brushed against yours before you were the one to pull away.

You leaned back in your seat, staring at her with a cocked head. While it was challenging to do so, you had to remind yourself that you couldn’t make this so easy for her. “Oh, yeah?”

She hummed, eying you as if she could eat you alive, “Mhmm.”

“Melissa?” A voice rang out from behind Mel causing you to sit a bit higher in order to see where the source of disturbance to your flirtation.

The redhead’s head whipped around as she obviously recognized who had interrupted. Tragically, she shifted away from you entirely to look at the young man face to face. Her cheeks were aflame as a scowl formed on her lips, “Jacob?”

Jacob lit up at the sight of Melissa’s face and from your outside perspective, he seemed to be well intentioned, yet potentially exasperating. He began speaking at a mile a minute, gesturing with his hands and occasionally peering around Mel to smile at you, “I didn't know you came to Good Dog! I thought you said you wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this?”

“Well I- What are you doing here? You had a date.” Melissa was obviously flustered and you only made matters worse as you leaned forward unsuspectingly and placed a hidden hand on the small of her back, lifting her shirt slightly to rub her bare skin. Your act made her sit up a bit straighter which made you grin.

“They said donating to NPR was the equivalent of funding the Trump campaign. I knew it wouldn’t work out from there.” Jacob waved off his own failed date and leaned against the table with his eyes focused on you. He had a bragidose air about himself as he explained his own relationship with Melissa - a relationship that obviously brought him a great deal of pride. “Who is this? I’m Jacob Hill. I work with Melissa at Abbott, and we are roommates.”

“Roommates? Incredible.” You respond, eyes wide with a faux excitement that was more meant to tease Melissa as you had no clue she was living with someone.

“Jacob. This is Y/N. We went to high school together.” Melissa introduced you and shifted back in her seat a couple inches to hide your hand on her from the young man. In the past, your relationship with Melissa was hyper-private so you found this experience entertaining. It felt sadistic that you were incredibly satisfied with watching Mel squirm in her seat with discomfort, but felt like a form of payback for years of her keeping you a secret.

Jacob didn’t seem to notice Melissa’s odd behavior and leaned over the table with a more hushed tone. His eyes were bright and enthusiastic as he questioned you, “Did Melissa ever do embarrassing things in school? She refuses to tell me anything that might lead me to know her age.”

You leaned in close to Jacob, whispering loud enough for Melissa to hear, “Voluminous hair. Bigger and higher than you can dream of. Lots of hairspray.”

Jacob was grinning wildly when Mel took him by the arm and guided him away from your little booth. It made you grin wickedly when you saw her having to readjust her shirt.

With a bit of increased proximity from Melissa, you were finally allowed a bit of clarity. You couldn’t believe what you were doing. Four months ago you had told her to leave, anticipating you would never have to see or speak to her again, and now you were wrapped around her finger once more. You needed to set boundaries for yourself and Melissa so as to not get your hopes up - after all, maybe a more structured ‘friends with benefits’ could work... right?

Melissa spoke quietly enough to keep you from hearing her scolding tone. All the while, Jacob hardly seemed fazed by how she growled when speaking to him, “Jacob, you never answered my question. What are ya’ doin’ here?”

Jacob fished his phone from his pocket and swiped it open to show her the app he used to figure out where she was. The redhead’s anger slowly simmered as she realized he was more well intentioned than her initial thoughts, “I saw your location was here on Find My iPhone. I was coming from up the street and just wanted to check in. Am I… interrupting something?”

“No! No. No. No.” Mel was defensive, folding her arms over her chest and glancing back at you with furrowed brows, “We are just catching up.”

“Okay.” His tone made it seem as though he didn’t quite believe the redhead, and to make matters worse for himself, he was smirking a little bit while he glanced back and forth between Mel and you.

Melissa’s tone alone was the equivalent to her baseball bat (Edith Houghton) in hand, “What’s with the little smirk?”

“Nothing.” Jacob’s coyness had Melissa ready to tear him in two, “What did you say your relationship was again?”

“What relationship? We are… friends. Just friends. From high school.” Melissa poked a finger in Jacob’s chest, snarling to get her point across - a fruitless pursuit.

“I remember when I caught up with this one friend from high school. We ended up messing around in his car afterwards.” Jacob’s newfound friendship with Melissa had him feeling much braver than he was a year ago. He teased the redhead with a wide grin and then waved to you before he made his exit. “It was nice meeting you! See you at home, roomie.”

—

After exiting the bar, you had found yourselves in the backseat of your car for a quick makeout session. On the way out of the front doors, Melissa had pulled you into the darkness of the nearby alley, pushed you against the wall, and kissed any remaining thoughts from your head. The only thought you were able to form after she took your hand and tugged you back towards your car was: God, I missed her.

You knew you should have made things harder for her. You shouldn’t have been able to be won back by a couple rounds of drinks and exchanging memories, but there was always something about this woman that felt so much like home that you couldn’t stay away. By the time she opened the door to the backseat and told you to get comfortable, you told yourself there would be other times to resolve the lingering issues between Mel and you.

“I think he knows.” Mel leaned back in your lap, resting her back against the driver's seat. She was breathing heavily from the nonstop kissing and most of her lipstick was now smeared across your mouth.

You knew she was panicked about her interaction with Jacob back at the bar, but your mind was a little preoccupied with the sight of Melissa’s bare chest. “Knows what?”

You leaned forward and attached your mouth to Melissa’s neck while your hands began working to unbutton her jeans. The redhead wove a hand into your hair to keep you against her as she continued her stressing, “He knows about us.”

“Who?” It wasn’t intentional, but you were entirely absentminded as your hands drifted back up and were now filled by Mel’s breasts.

Melissa huffed at your inability to follow her train of thought, “Jacob!”

“Mel…” You whined, pouting against her neck. After all of these months lamenting over your relationship while simultaneously yearning for Melissa, all you wanted after hours of emotional bonding was to act on the lust you had for her.

The redhead began rocking against your lap with her arms wound around your neck to continue her venting, “Gays have that, you know? Gay-dar or whatever.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Melissa’s phrasing as you dragged your tongue up her neck. She tasted citrusy yet floral from her orange blossom perfume, “Mhmm…”

“What if… God… What if he knows?”

“Knows what, Mel?” You finally pulled back, lifting Melissa’s chin to bring her gaze up so she was looking at you. Even with your efforts, she still averted her gaze.

“Knows I’m… I’m...” Melissa danced around the words, entirely overwhelmed with the prospect of admitting something she wasn’t quite ready to.

“Oh, pretty girl…” Your hands took the redhead’s face and held it close while you kissed her forehead and tucked her hair behind her ears. Mel was still pouting a little when you ducked your head down to catch her dejected gaze, “Why don’t you go home and talk to him?”

She whined and pouted with a pseudo-glare as her own way of arguing with you, “But we were-”

“Mel. I think we both know this will happen again sometime soon.” You pressed another kiss to her forehead and wrangled her into a hug. She struggled against your arms for a moment before relaxing into the embrace, allowing you to hold her for a few seconds.

When you pulled away, you began collecting her articles of clothing - presenting her with her bra and shirt for her to redress. Your adoring gaze and gentility made the redhead blush as this type of attention wasn’t exactly like anything she had experienced before with her boyfriends and husband, but it was a common feeling for her when you were together.

Not only did you open the door and help her out of the car (all while sitting down), you offered to walk her to her car. She couldn’t believe how she didn’t quite notice your adoration before. You had always tried your best to take care of the fiercely independent woman, but perhaps your gender had always made your care nonthreatening when compared to care from men.

She bumped her shoulder into you as you strolled down the darkened sidewalk towards her car. Her words were genuine albeit pained, “I’m really sorry… about always doin’ this to ya’.”

You could hardly believe you were receiving an apology from the redhead, so you couldn’t help but tease her in response - bumping her shoulder with your own, “Are you really?”

Melissa stopped in her tracks, staring up at you with an intensity you were not prepared for, “I am. You have always been good to me… I’m just- I’m figuring things out. You never deserved any of this.”

“Mel, it’s okay.” You felt discomfort in the vulnerability with Mel. All you had ever wanted was an apology and now that you had it, you didn’t know what to do with it.

She answered plainly as she continued walking to her car, “It’s not.”

You trailed after her towards her car, somewhat reeling as you thought about her apology. What did she mean when she said she was figuring things out? Did you have a chance with her? Maybe this is the result of you putting your foot down with her. Maybe she realized what was on the line and her desire for you outweighs whatever fear she has of being gay.

Your swirling thoughts bring forth a surge of confidence in you as you stand outside Melissa’s driver side door. Leaning your forearms on the open window of Mel’s car, you lean inside a bit - entirely unable to hide your giddy grin, “Can I kiss you goodbye?”

Melissa floundered for a moment. A goodbye kiss felt so much like a relationship, and after she had broken up with Gary, she told herself she wasn’t interested in anything like yet. But then again after everything happened between you, she didn’t want to hurt you by placing you back into the not-so-friend-zone once more. Finally, she nodded silently, leaning forward timidly in search of your lips.

As your lips made contact, you stretched out a hand to grasp her face. She hummed at the intensity of the kiss as she never expected it when you exuded this quiet dominance. You held her in place and licked at her bottom lip. You deepened the kiss and then pulled away slowly, leaving her stuck in place for a moment - completely dumbfounded. It was all so much at once and she was hardly expecting it.

“See ya’ around, Schemmenti.”

Just like that Melissa was back in your life, and this time you were filled with a bit of hope for your relationship. You didn’t want to put too much stock in it, but something felt a little different this time.

Jacob perched himself on the couch in the living room, staring intently at the front door as he waited for Melissa. The second she walked in the front door, he leaned back in his chair (just as he had practiced in his head) and flourishing his hands as he spoke, “Caught. Red. Handed.”

Mel dropped her bag by the front door as she locked it, rolling her eyes at Jacob’s dramatism, “What are you talkin’ about, kid?”

“You and a certain ‘friend’ sharing a little kiss in the parking lot.” He leaned forward in his seat, absolutely exhilarated with witnessing Melissa act so queerly. “Well, it was maybe more than a little.”

Jacob’s support was ignored as Mel saw a more glaring issue - he had been following her. Often she would scold Jacob, but now she was yelling, causing the young teacher to cower where he sat, “YOU WERE HANGIN’ AROUND WATCHIN’ ME?!”

While his tone was meek, he tried to maintain his positive attitude, “I had a feeling. I knew it! You’re bisexual!”

“No. I am not gay. I like men and that’s it!” Melissa shouted, waiting to finish tearing Jacob a new one before she would storm up the stairs and ignore the world for the rest of the evening. He attempted to interject, but she shut it down immediately and gestured fiercely with her hands to really get her point across, “Shut it. I don’t want to hear another goddamn word about this, and don’t you dare think about telling anyone at school about this!”

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4everhyucks · 1 year

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— 6:08PM

cw. dubcon, sacrilegious themes, manipulation, loss of virginity, creampie.

it is just another sunday morning of you going to church, secretly glancing the cute boy standing at the front row while the priest reads from the gospel. it’s been a couple months since you found out that you developed a tiny crush on him despite not knowing a single thing about him, only overhearing some of his conversations with his friends on accident. that was how you got to know his name as well. you decided today will be the day to confess your love to him. you don’t really expect anything out of it when you do, just wanting to be honest with your own feelings.

when the church starts to clear out, you hurry over to him before he could leave, softly tapping on his shoulder, “mark.”

he turns around to meet your eyes, you’ve never once stood so close to him, suddenly noticing all his beautiful facial features.

“hey,” mark is giving off an awkward energy, barely noticeable, considering you both have certainly not interacted before. he adds, “do we know each other..?”

“no,” you’re quick to respond, “no we don’t, but i have something to uh tell you.”

“i’m all ears.”

you gathered up your courage and told him that you have a thing for him, you didn’t get to say much as he cut you off halfway, “so you like me?” he says, voice sounding cocky for no reason.

“yes- no- wait, i mean yeah! i do but i don’t uhm want anything from this, i’m just telling you, you know? you can forget about it, it’s not really that important.. it’s not like i wanted us to be together or anything,” you feel so tense, like every hair on your skin is standing up straight, you laugh lightly after you realise you have been rambling a whole lot. this is your first time confessing to someone, you’re not quite sure how to do it but you’re sure that you probably messed this one up.

mark didn’t give you a reply of any sort as he pulls you by your wrist into the confessional. you’re stunned by his actions, wondering why he brought you in here. you’re even more stunned when he stepped in too, tugging the curtains closed.

“what are we doing in here?” you nervously question him, standing together in such a close proximity is making you lose your mind. you can feel the warmth of his body on your cold skin.

“baby,” the word rolling off his tongue so smoothly like he’s used to calling you that. he places both his hands on your waist gently, slotting his knee in between your legs. you’ve never had someone touch you before, but it felt nice, it felt good.

“mark,” you whimper when he lifts his knee up higher until it hits your core. from the moment you opened your mouth to initiate a conversation, he knew you weren’t the type to go for parties, to go get laid and come for church to accommodate your sins. you’re actually as innocent as you look, and mark loves girls like you.

“yeah?” his replies, voice so gentle while moving your hips for you to grind on his thigh.

“feels- weird..” you mutter, fingers gripping onto his arm for balance.

“weird? how?” he asks, honestly not caring about what your response would be. before you could give him an answer, he adds, “want me to stop?”

you hastily shake your head. mark’s smirking when he sees your mouth dropping open. the sounds that leaves your lips made mark extremely aroused as he dips his head in your neck, the smell of your perfume intoxicating him, making his mind go hazy.

as if mark never noticed you every single time he showed up for church, the prettiest girl in the room, wearing the skimpiest sundresses known to humankind. he keeps finding himself jerking off to the thought about you whenever the hem of your dress flies up a little too high, giving him a whole view of your cute panty. on some days it’s baby blue, on some days it’s light pink with polka dots on it. all so innocent.

god must be on his side, for making his dream a whole fucking reality. he didn’t even need to try and here you are, handing yourself to him on a silver platter.

mark stops his movements when he feels your wetness soaking through his jeans. you are pushed up against the uncomfortable wooden prickly wall in the confessional as mark pulls your dress up, mouth salivating at the sight of your panty, white with a little pink bow on it. holy shit, you’re just so pure, way too pure for someone so dirty and corrupted like him.

“mark wait—” you softly hold his hands when he was about to touch your private part, snapping him out of his thoughts for just a moment but he’s already thinking of ways to let you let him have it his way.

“you like me right?” he tugs a strand of hair behind your ear when you nod, “this is what people do when they like someone.”

“does that mean you like me too?” you ask, gazing up at him with the most innocent looking eyes ever

mark hums, ignoring your question, “you’re so pretty, so so pretty.” and when he feels your hand leaving his, he wastes no time at all, shoving his fingers through your folds. you’re so wet, pussy dripping with arousal. you have both palms over your mouth, trying to stop the weird noises that were coming out on their own.

“does this feel weird?” he wants you to talk regardless of your hands blocking your mouth. “answer me baby.”

you slowly retreat your hands, “n-no, feels good..” accidentally letting out a moan when mark curls his fingers in you. shit you sound so angelic, and he wants to hear more.

“want me to make you feel even better?” he suggests. being the easily trusting person you are, you nod again with no hesitation. he slips his fingers out of you, placing them on your lips, “open up baby.” and you did so obediently, tasting your liquid with your tongue when he pushes his fingers through your lips.

mark unbuttons his jeans quickly, pulling his cock out of his briefs, lazily pumping it with his tip on your clit. you gag when his fingertips hit the back of your throat, tears welling up in your eyes. he retrieves his wet fingers, grabbing the bottom of your thigh, pushing it up to your chest. he glances down at your dripping soft cunt as he lines his painfully hard cock at your entrance, unable to hold out any longer.

“mark im scared,” your voice is shaking, you don’t think something that big could ever fit inside of you. you’re afraid that you might break, but mark wants to break you.

“don’t be scared baby, i promise it’ll feel real good.” already pushing the tip in, the stretch is unbearable, but you wanted to do your best, you didn’t want to disappoint him, you wanted him to feel good.

“so tight- taking me in so well,” mark huffs as he sinks his length into you all the way to the base, “see, wasn’t so bad right?” he lifts his eyes to meet yours, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. mark didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder than it already was, but it did.

“fuck- try to stay quiet baby,” he immediately starts moving after rushing his words.

“ahh i-i can’t,” despite trying so hard, gasps and whines kept slipping through your lips.

mark leans in close as he hungrily plants his lips on yours, swallowing down your pretty moans while he’s sucking on your tongue, groaning whenever your walls tighten up around his cock. while one of his hands are on the back of your thighs, his other is found wrapped around your throat, squeezing tighter and tighter by the second. oxygen is getting cut out of your lungs and with the way mark is pounding into you, it’s impossible for you to get a word out, much less a sentence. you can feel your knees starting to give out. you place your hands on either sides of marks’ shoulder, hoping he’ll go slower on you.

when mark parts away from your lips to let you breathe, you cough a little, “mark, i’m feeling weird again..”

“just relax,” he says, picking up his pace, he’s so close to finishing too.

with just a few more thrusts, you moan his name out loud as your body trembled, unable to control the volume of your voice. mark grunts at the feeling of your walls convulsing around him, letting out strings of curses as he came inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

“at least there’s something for me to look forward to during church sundays now,” you hear him say, feeling on cloud nine, mistaking his lust for love. never realising that mark did not once called you by your name.

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bagdaddyb · 6 months

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Could you do a fic about Alpha!Nat mating and breeding Omega!reader, but Nat doesn’t think she’s good enough so when reader goes to nat to tell her she’s pregnant Nat cuts her off and tells reader that she was just In rut and that it meant nothing to her, so reader runs away. But then she runs into Nat 3yrs later at a café, and then you can choose how everything goes from there just a happy ending please

We Should Of Been

Pairing: Omega fem!reader x Alpha!Natasha

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI NSFW. Angst, Fluff. Implied black reader but no characteristics ever described.

AN: I hope you like this it took me a bit longer because I immediately thought of the perfect angst ending, so it was hard for me to make this a happy one. I only changed where they meet three years later cause a single mom isn't very likely to be caught in a cafe.

Alt Ending

You were so beautiful. That's all Natasha could think everytime she saw you. Previous to your pressence she'd never even given an omega a second glance the desire to mate assumed to be trained out of her by the red room. But when Sam brought you to the compound one day everything changed. The visit was harmless you were an upcoming nuclear scientist with the dream of one day meeting and working with Bruce Banner and Sam was a cocky man out to claim the title of best cousin ever. You hadn't wasted time being star struck by the compound or the Avengers within walking through the building as if it was any other office. You didn't stop to greet the team only pausing a moment to hypothesize about Jarvis. Natasha's sure if she hadn't needed to deliver a paper to the lab she'd never even laid eyes on you, and what a crime that'd of been. Crossing the threshold she froze momentarily, your pressence not only a surprise but a distraction. Her eyes stuck on you taking in your features, your voice, your smile. Natasha couldn't remember the last time she felt heat in her cheeks or a nervous turn in her stomach. After she approached interrupting your conversation as politely as she could you merely smiled and said hello before turning back to the matter at hand. The warmth in her cheeks turned into a burn and her usually steady hands became clamy. Not long after you left that day Natasha couldn't hide her curiosity finding her way back down to the lab to ask Bruce just who you were exactly. It was a week before Natasha saw you again. You'd returned for Banner's opinions on your project having changed things according to his previous suggestions. You walked out of the elevator like you owned the building passing by the Alpha without even a second glance. Her eyes were glued to you warmth coming on in her cheeks as she watched you pass.

"Nat... Natasha!"

Clint yelled as Natasha's water began to overflowed onto the table in front of her. Snapping out of her trance she cursed under her breath moving to quickly clean up the area. She wants to meet you, needs too. Pacing the common room she the next day she contemplated how to approach you. Wondered what she should and would say in your presence. Would you even want to talk to her? Even give her the time?

"Excuse me."

Your familiar voice made Natasha freeze in her tracks. Her eyes glanced around the empty room before turning towards the noise. You stood there with a soft smile on your lips papers in hand and purse still on your shoulder. Warmth covered her face as she took you in and suddenly she was a nervous wreck.

"Y-yes *ehm* Yes ma'am, how can I help you?"

You smiled a little wider at her.

"No need for the ma'am, my name's (Y/N) I was wondering if I could get your help with something. I need not only a fresh perspective but also a guinea pig of sorts and Dr. Banner referred me to you."

She could kiss Bruce.

"Yes of course, what's the project?"

You laughed lightly visibly surprised by her answer.

"Wow I've never seen someone so eager to help another they don't even know. I honestly expected resistance considering the stories I've heard from my cousin but I'll chock that up to him being the head strong handful he is."

Natasha's blush deepened at how deep her crush is being thrown blatantly in her face.

"I am developing an anti-radiation suit that will absorb natural radiation in the air or body filter out the good and infuse the bad into a sort of blaster for the wearer. Dr. Banner mentioned that the design was something close to your widow bites so I was wondering if you'd take a look?"

While the question was more or less out of her grasp with Bruce and Tony having taken on the majority of her suit and weapon production Natasha still agreed unable to give up this opportunity to get to know you.

"Sure."

Over the next few months Natasha's first time crush grew to pure adoration. You were everything to the Alpha and the only person who didn't seem to know it was you. It was a simple Wednesday morning after lab runs on the suit. Natasha tried out the blaster and pretended to help with the calibration. Gripping her coat tightly due to nerves she turned back to you on her way out.

"Hey (Y/N) I know a great coffee place down the street, would you like to grab a cup with me?"

You looked up from your computer meeting soft eyes.

"I'd hate to take up more of your day than I already have. You go have a great time I promise the suit is almost done then you'll be free of my pestering."

Natasha fought back a grimace at your rejection. Again. Was she doing it wrong? She was sure she'd paid close attention to all of Clints advice.

"Have a great rest of your day then."

With that the red head turned and left retreating to the compound. Once there she immediately sought out Clint not knowing what else to do.

"I just don't get it. Am I asking wrong?"

The older alpha couldn't help the smile and soft chuckle as he watched the younger one pace. Thinking back to his younger days.

"No, a girl like (Y/N) is so caught up in her work she can miss the simple things right in front of her."

"Its true."

Sam tuned in from the kitchen, even he was feeling bad for the alpha.

"I bet (Y/N) doesn't even realize you're into her."

The red head let out a frustrated huff hands gripping her hair. Forget all this advice and subtly. Next week she was going to be blunt with you. While the red head was determined to make your next interaction work your cousin was not inclined to wait as long. The next day Sam strolled into your office unannounced not even knocking on the large door before entering despite the risk.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

You said clearly displeazed with his abrupt entrance.

"I'm here to point out the obvious to the smartest girl I know."

That made you giggle turning to give him your full attention you cross your arms.

"And what might that be?"

"That a certain alpha who works with you once a week as your lab assistant is crushing on you something aweful."

You laughed audibly this time.

"Natasha? You're kidding. She only sees me as a colleague."

"She has asked you out; and I mean this literally, eight times. She asked you out yesterday for crying out loud. How can someone so smart be so oblivious?"

"No she...."

You pause truly thinking back on the moments Natasha'd invited you places. Remembering her nervous posture. Her let down face at your same response. Remembering how everytime your fingers brushed she blushed or how everytime you smiled at her she stared. She'd always been eager to help you with your project even from the beginning. Thinking on it even then she'd been a blushing mess right in front of you. Your eyes widen in sudden realization.

"Finally."

Sam announces as you raise your hand to cover your dropped jaw.

"Oh my gosh."

"Exactly."

Sam said and suddenly you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you.

"I never thought..... How could I of been...... And she always asked......"

You let go of a sigh rubbing your temples before standing abruptly.

"I have to go see her. She's such a sweetheart and I've been unknowingly rejecting her time and time again. I'm such a dope."

"You said it cousin."

You frown punching him in the arm causing him to flinch.

"Hey what the-"

"Just because I said it doesn't mean you agree dumbass."

The two of you continue to bicker like the siblings you basically were the entire ride to the compound. Your walk to the common room is quick asking Jarvis to summon Natasha to the area politely you think of what you should say. You feel heat in your cheeks due to pure embarrassment shaking your head at yourself.

"Hey (Y/N)."

Natasha's surprised voice rings in your ear and you turn and smile at her.

"Hey Natasha. Listen I want to start off by apologizing. For all my knowledge in science I can't seem to match it in social skills. Believe it or not I've been completely oblivious to your advances until just now I truly thought you only saw me as a co-worker but.... if that offer for coffee is still up in the air, I'd love to go out with you."

Natasha's whole face was on fire after your little speech. Unable to form words she quickly nodded before clearing her throat.

"Of course let me grab my coat."

It's only your sixth date when you go into heat. Natasha was the best. Caring, attentive, patient maybe that's what made you go into your heat a week early or maybe it was the ways her muscles flexed as she pulled herself out of the pool infront of you bending over your body to grab a towel from your shared stack causing your eyes to roam while you locked your bottom lip between your teeth but either way telltale signs of your heat began

to flood your body. By the following day you'd fully succumbed keeping it to yourself in an attempt not to rush your new alpha you locked youself in your apartment letting your boss know before tossing and turning in your own bed. Natasha was happy no she was extatic, elated, floating. Words couldn't descibe how happy she's been this past month with you. She'd always imagined what it'd be like to have you as her partner but the reality of it was so much better. Pulling up to your lab with a budle of red roses riding the euphoria she's been feeling for days she couldn't believe how excited she was to see you. Smiling softly to herself as she made her way into the building she wasn't allowed to get far stopped quickly by the kind beta at the front desk.

"Ms. Romonoff! I'm sorry Dr. (Y/L/N) isn't in today."

An eyebrow rose on the Alpha but she nodded thanking the beta all the same. You hadn't mentioned you wouldn't be in, you were always in your lab. Beginning to worry she quickly dialed Bruce who luckily answered after only two rings.

"Hello?"

"Do you have a meeting today with (Y/N)?"

"No our meetings are usually Thursday but she actually just called this morning and cancelled this week."

"Thanks."

Now Natasha was panicking. If she'd been using her logical brain she probably would of been able to piece together why you suddenly weren't at work and cancelled on Bruce only this week. But she wasn't, the first person she's cared for on a deeper level since the red room suddenly disappearing only caused huge red flags to pop up in Natasha's mind. Rushing to your apartment that she shouldn't even know the location of she couldn't help the way her leg jumped nervously and how her hands uncomfortablly gripped the steering wheel.

Please be ok. Please be ok.

Natasha wasn't going to let anything happen to you, she couldn't. When she arrived at your apartment she didn't even bother with the flowers ignoring the elevator to take the steps two at a time. She made it to the fourth floor in record time heart bumping and short breaths coming out of her quickly. Drawing her weapon she knocked on the door three times before beginning a count down in her mind.

5....4....3....2....

You cracked open your door slowly, not expecting visitors and honestly not in a state for small talk. Your eyes doubled in size when you saw the red head on the other side while Natasha let go the loudest sigh of relief you've ever heard. Pushing past your door with ease she invites herself in wrapping you in a tight hug that clouded your thoughts entirely.

"I'm so glad your okay. I wanted to surprise you at work but you weren't there and Bruce told me you cancelled this week I thought the worst."

You weren't exactly sure what she meant by that but you didn't care your alpha was here. You took a deep breath in of her scent eyes dialating at the smell. Arms coming up to hold her close hand slipping into her hair. You wanted her, needed her.

"For someone so smart it's hard to believe you couldn't come up with a logical solution as to why me. An omega. Cancelled her plans for a week."

Suddenly Natasha noticed your strong scent in the apartment, your near naked appreance, the whimpers you kept letting go in her ear.

"I didn't say anything because I didn't want to rush this but you came to me anyway alpha."

Red flushed Natasha's cheeks as she began to strain against her pants. For a moment she felt stupid so easily pushed into a state of panic but that moment faded as your nails lightly scratched at her scalp pulling her attention back to you.

"My alpha."

Its was a whisper one you let go into her neck but a trigger for Natasha all the same. She needed you, wanted you, had to have you. You were hers and hers alone.

"My omega."

Natasha whispered back placing her nose against your scent gland as she kickes the door shut behind her. Something primal inside Natasha ached for you, she needed you closer. Her roaming hands gripped at you as yours did the same.

"Alpha. Alpha. Alpha."

You whisper taking in her pressence her feel. You've never had an alpha this close during your heat. Honestly you hadn't even considered this a moment that would happen to you. Never thought you'd find a mate like all your friends and family had.

"Mine."

Was all Natasha could respond. She backed you into your couch not romantic but in your collective states neither of you cared. You aren't sure how either of you stripped but you were aware of the drug like euphoria Natasha's skin on yours was giving you. Your hands couldn't stop moving rubbing, touching, and squeezing at every piece of Natasha you could reach. Natasha returned your touches in kind her soft lips pressing against every part of your body before pressing into your own. The kiss was feverish, needy. The contact was enough to make you moan into her mouth causing her length to harden painfully. Your body began to lift against Natasha's in search of friction.

"More."

You weren't sure what you wanted, what you needed more of. You just knew there was something missing.

"My beautiful little omega."

Natasha whispered against your lips moaning out as she began to run her member through your slick.

"Gonna make you my gorgeous mate, gonna fill you with my pup."

You nodded in eager response, nothing had ever seemed more right than this moment.

"Please."

Natasha begins to enter you slowly. Stretching you out in a way none of your dildos ever have. You moan loudly tightly grabbing the back of the red heads neck and pulling her into a seering kiss one she returns eagerly. The moment is all heat and skin. Natasha's hips pound into you on their own accord. Your eyes roll back signalling your first release but it isn't enough for Natasha. She continues her pace like a woman possessed and before you can comprehend your cumming again almost violently.

"Yes omega just like that."

Natasha takes you in, your gorgeous face, stomach full of her. She's going to make you a mother fill you with her pup. Her mate all hers. You feel the heat before you see her face. Natasha's release pushes you into a third of your own.

"My alpha."

You whisper again.

.......

The days that follow as Natasha falls out of her ruts haze she begins to doubt. Sitting on the quinjet on the way to Siberia she can't help but wonder if she's actually ready for this, even deserves it. She has red in her ledger, alot of it and a few months ago she wouldn't of even considered mating. With anyone. How could she be a mother? How could she be a mate? How could she be what you deserved? The week in the cold did nothing but push her further away from you taking her back to her days in the red room which then took her back to her dark past. She couldn't do this. Not with you, you would never live a full life, constantly on the move never safe never happy. You deserve more, more than Natasha can give you. Three weeks later upon her return you await with others on the landing pad. So excited you can't help but bounce the positive pregnancy test burning a whole in your pocket. You were nervous this was the first time you'd see your alpha since your heat and with big news as well but you shouldn't be she was your alpha. Yours. As the quinjet landed your heartbeat quickened to an alarming pace. You bounced on your toes eyes eagerly searching for the soft ones you'd come to dream of. Instead you were greeted by a different alpha though physically the same her body language was different she looked cut off, not meeting your eye. Her exterior seemed hardened. You approached her cautiously, you'd never been here after a mission not even for Sam but you were sure the emotional tole had to be high.

"Welcome back."

Your soft voice sent pain through Natasha. You being here meant what she was about to do was truly about to happen.

"I..."

"(Y/N) listen....."

In an instant you shut down. You should of know better.

"What happened the other night was a mistake. I was distracted by my rut and..."

You grip the pregnancy test in your pocket so tight you're surprised it doesn't break.

"No need to finish. I get it, I should of known better."

You say before walking off. You kept your head held high refusing to let Natasha see the tears you so badly wanted to let go. Your words only cut Natasha depper than her own already were. What had she just done?

.........

Three Years Later

Natasha tied her long red hair back in a loose ponytail as she walked out of her trailer saying a passing goodbye to her cat. The drive into town was long her dark thoughts able to creep up as the time passed on. Exiting her car she entered the small local grocery store. The trip being a necessity otherwise she wouldn't of bothered leaving her safe house. She went up and down the isles grabbing canned foods for both her and her cat. Items that were long lasting so that another trip like this wouldn't have to happen for months. As she turned down the isle full of cereal a young girl catches her attention. Something about her was familiar as she stood studying the cereal alot more complex than someone her age should. Natasha couldn't help the small smile on her face as she appraoched the girl.

"Need some help?"

Green eyes turned to look up at her the little girls face holding a perplexed look.

"Mommy says I can only get one cereal but I don't know which one."

"Hmmmm"

Natasha hums pretending to be just as perplexed as the little girl.

"Well which cereal is your favorite?"

"I like fruify pebbles but mommy like captain cruch."

"Hmmmm that does seem hard. Well who do you love more yourself or your mommy."

"I love mommy bunches."

"Well I guess you should get Captain Crunch."

The girl smiles in response and in that moment a voice Natahsa never thought she'd hear again rings through the small grocery store.

"Avery. Come on love, Did you pick a cereal? I have to get home to start dinner."

Natasha can't help but be mesmerized by your form as you turn the corner eyes not looking up from your phone and basket as you appear to double check all your shopping items.

"I picked your favorite mommy. A nice lady helped me."

Avery says as she carries the box over to you. You smile putting your phone away as you take the box from your little bundle of joy.

"That's great baby, did you tell the nice lady thank......"

Your voice fades as you look up to see the one face you hopped to never see again.

"(Y/N) it's really you."

The red head in front of you whispers and you clamp your mouth shut face hardening.

"Come on Avery its time to go."

You turn your cart around quickly lifting your two year old in your arms.

"(Y/N) wait!"

Natasha moves around her own cart frantic to get to you.

"Please wait."

She moves to grab your arm and you violently jerk from her grip stoppinv your cart to hold your daughter closer.

"What Natasha?"

Natahsa stares. Taking in every detail of the face she was sure she'd never see again. You were just as beautiful as you'd been three years ago.

"(Y/N)...... words can't even begin to express how sorry I am. I wanted you as my mate, I still want you as my mate but I had red on my ledger I was being tracked by the red room. The day I showed up at your apartment I thought that the one person I ever cared about on a deeper level the red room had gotten to. I didn't want to leave you, to separate from you but I couldn't risk putting you in danger. I couldn't risk loosing you. There hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about you. I'd always hoped you would move on and find happiness and I'm glad you did..."

Natasha wiped tears from her own eyes. Tears she had no right to be letting loose.

"You said the red room was after you.... implying that they're not anymore."

"No I... I took them down with my long lost sister believe it or not...."

Natasha said through a wet laugh.

"But that's a story all in its own and I believe you said you had to get home to make dinner."

As the red head goes to turn you let go a sigh of your own and kiss your daughters head.

"I never found happiness..... the only happiness in my life was delivered to me by you."

Your grip on Avery tightens as Natasha turns back around clearly confused.

"Natasha, meet your daughter, Avery Wilson Romanoff."

Natasha's jaw drops as fresh tears spring to her eyes. What more than fate could of led you here together, after everything she'd been through what would of brought you to this little town in the middle of no where with her daughter none the less other than fate. She wasn't going to ignore it twice. It was her turn to be happy. Y'alls turn.

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jebetwo · 4 months

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"he calls you clingy" — LEE HEESEUNG

SYNOPSIS - in which, you and Heeseung, long-time friends turned lovers, find yourselves navigating uncharted territory. Amid weeks of separation and unexplained absences, you try to rekindle your relationship with Heeseung. However, the night takes an unexpected turn as emotions unfold.

angst, oneshot | wc 1.1k

You and Heeseung have been attached at the hip long before your relationship started. Your deepened friendship blossomed into a love so strong, nothing could shatter it. Both of you were apprehensive to start a relationship, fearing that it could potentially ruin a friendship that you both cherished more than anything. Heeseung, though afraid, reassured you that his love for you will never falter.

“Nothing will change.”

That’s why these last couple of weeks have felt so foreign to you.

You stood outside Heeseung's apartment, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. It had been weeks since the two of you managed to spend quality time together. Excuses of work commitments and unexpected obligations had become the unwelcome third wheel in your relationship, causing missed dates and unanswered texts.

Determined to break through the walls that seemed to be growing between you, you decided to surprise Heeseung at his place. The idea of catching him off guard and spending an unplanned evening together filled you with hope. You held a bag of his favorite snacks and drinks in hopes you guys can relax and reconnect comfortably.

As you entered his apartment building and entered the elevator, you couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness. The past few weeks had left you longing for the closeness you once shared. When the elevator finally reached the 12th floor, you kept convincing yourself the entire way to his door that everything will be okay; this was your Heeseung after all. You took a deep breath and knocked softly.

The door swung open to reveal Heeseung, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Hey," you greeted him with a smile, holding up the bag. "I thought we could spend some time together tonight."

Heeseung's expression shifted, a fleeting moment of discomfort crossing his features.

"Oh, hey. I, uh, wasn't expecting anyone." He glanced back into his apartment, seemingly hesitant.

Ignoring the subtle hesitation, you stepped inside, hoping to bridge the growing gap.

"I brought your favorite snacks," you said, holding them up with a hopeful smile.

Heeseung managed a small smile in return, but something in his eyes hinted at distraction.

"That's nice, but I'm kinda in the middle of something right now."

You followed him into his room, the atmosphere feeling strangely tense. This room used to feel like your own home, but now it feels strangely cold and foreign. Heeseung sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the glowing screen, hands gripping the controller. You sighed mentally; all this time of not hanging out and all he’s been doing was games? What happened to the work he blamed for his absence? Does he not feel the distance between you two?

Shaking the thoughts away you approached him, placing the snacks on the desk.

“Can’t it wait for a bit? We haven’t hung out properly in weeks.” You spoke softly as you rubbed his shoulder lightly.

Heeseung sighed, not tearing his gaze away from the game, shrugging his shoulder to rid your hand. You moved your hand away, slightly shocked at his sudden reaction.

"I told you, I've got a lot on my plate. Can we do this later?" Without waiting for your response, he continued playing, effectively shutting you out. “A lot on my plate?” You thought to yourself. Hardly.

Time had passed, yet no sign of conversation peeked from Heeseung. Hurt and frustration bubbled within you. You tried to engage him, standing by his desk, attempting to initiate conversation. Each time, he brushed you off with a curt response or a distracted nod. After a few failed attempts, you retreated to his bed, hoping to find a way to connect.

As you lay there, scrolling through your phone, the minutes turned into an agonizing silence. You glanced at Heeseung, hoping for a sign that he'd soon be ready to give you the attention you craved.

"Hee, please, baby, come on," you implored, "just get off the game for a little bit? We haven't seen each other in a while, and I just miss my boyfriend. Just lay with me for an hour? Thirty minutes even? Hmm?"

Heeseung huffed angrily, frustration evident in his voice. He tears his eyes off the screen for the first time this night, venom laced in his voice as he speaks. "God, Y/N, have you always been this clingy? I'm just playing some fucking games. It's bad enough you forced your way into a hangout today."

His words hung in the air, a sharp contrast to the love and warmth you once shared. Shock rooted you in place, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The person you sought solace and connection with had just labeled you as clingy, and the weight of the accusation left your heart sinking. It wasn’t just the word clingy, but the anger so harsh in his tone — he’d never spoken to you like this, you wouldn’t have ever thought that this was your boyfriend, your best friend, your Heeseung.

Unable to find the words to respond, you stood in silence, your vulnerability laid bare.

“Are you serious?” Your voice swayed as tears filled your eyes, “Me? Clingy? Hee,” you took a deep breath in; breath shaking with anger, upset, sadness before continuing.

“I’ve done nothing but give you the space you’ve so desperately been wanting despite you not uttering me a single word as to why. You treat me like a stranger and I don’t know why. Was it something I did? Why won’t you talk to me?” The room seemed to close in around you as the reality of the situation sank in – the distance between you and Heeseung was not just physical but emotional. The foundation you once built together appeared to be crumbling, and the pain of rejection stung deep.

Heeseung glanced your way, his expression softening for a moment, but the damage had been done. The words hung in the air, an unspoken barrier between you. The room felt even colder than before, and the hope that fueled your surprise visit had withered away, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill.

“Forget it.” You said quietly, but the words felt like it was echoing off the walls. You make your way to the door of his room, the door staring back at you taunts your exit.

You leave him, his room, his apartment, finally letting the tears you held in flow. As you walked out, you hoped to hear running footsteps become louder as they embarked towards you — a shout of your name. But all you were left with was the taunting sound of the rain slapping against the concrete and on your skin, the loud gusts of wind exploring your hair and body.

You fear not only losing your boyfriend, but your best friend, and your entire world. Sure, you could fix an ordinary argument and maybe clingy isn’t enough to end a relationship. But yet your body shook with the cold and the emotions of feeling so unwanted and unloved, so abruptly by the one person you’ve truly ever felt wanted and loved by.

a/n - this fic may look familiar to some of you and it's because it's a reupload from my other blog! i accidentally deleted my account (don’t ask i’m in mourning T_T)

i’ve made some changes as i only had my rough draft of the one i posted bc i (stupidly enough) made my good draft edits straight on tumblr … soooo this gave me an opportunity to redo some of the parts i didn’t like and add more feel ???? idk! hope u all enjoy 🤍

#by jebetwo #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #lee heeseung #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung enhypen #enha angst #enha x reader

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dilvei · 2 months

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SILENT SOLACE [part one]

"I'LL MAKE SURE TO KEEP YOU THOROUGHLY ENTERTAINED."

pairing: fushiguro toji x gn! reader

genre: angst, fluff, hurt and comfort

synopsis: After her death, it didn't take long for him to crumble back into his former self. Gambling the meager remains of their wealth, aimlessly drifting from one woman to another, all while neglecting the child they had brought into the world together. But things changed when he met you, once again.

PART ONE: CHILDREN OF MIRROR.

It troubles you sometimes when people say everything works out, that everything will fall magically into place, that all will be fine and none of us needs to worry because everyone will eventually find their purpose in life.

You have found no such purpose. And that scares you.

It scares you, as time mercilessly moves on, marching forward without any regard, indifferent to our struggles and desires.

It scares you, that so many people die, alone, every day and no one will bat an eye.

It scares you, because the world is a harsh and terrifying place, and you are but one of the powerless creatures amidst the vastness of humanity that can do nothing but watch.

You feel trapped, a mist covering your thoughts into nothing but a chalky haze.

Somewhere, deep inside the unconscious of your mind, you wonder if one day, you too can find a purpose. If you too can find meaning before your time in this world inevitably runs out.

Because everyone and everything that lives will always share one common fate.

Because death links all of us together. Because death smiles at us all, and all we can do is smile back.

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Your first meeting with Toji was not much of an eventful one.

It was a cold evening in the winter of January, and in your desperate attempt to fend off the biting cold as you walked your way home, you visited the nearest convenience store in hopes of purchasing a hot pack to thaw your nearly-frozen fingers.

Like you said, uneventful.

As you waited in line to pay, a string of irritated murmurs and curses could be heard from the people behind you as you silently watched the snow fall outside the glass doors. They were annoyed, glares fully directed towards the man standing in front of you who was clearly taking his sweet time.

Peering your head behind the man's wide shoulders, you realized why exactly that was. He seemed to be a couple of yen short. Your gaze flickered to the side, taking in the small array of everyday items the man intended to purchase—a toothbrush, some heat packs, two bottles of water, and a couple of packets of instant ramen.

Without a second thought, you stepped forward.

"Want me to pay the rest for you?" The words slipped from your lips softly before you glanced up at him, and in that moment, you truly saw the man's features for the first time.

Eyes of a warm, dark green met yours, framed by straight black hair that reached to his ears. A scar marred the corner of his right lip, adding a rugged charm to his otherwise smooth features.

Somehow, an urge to touch it welled up within you, though you resisted the impulse as quickly as it appeared.

Faced with such a frank question, the muscular man in the too-tight black shirt all but blinked at you.

You blinked back at him before turning your gaze to the lady behind the register with a small smile on your lips. "Here, this should cover the rest of his items, right?" you asked, taking out the exact amount of money needed.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" the gruff voice of the handsome man beside you asked, regarding you with his narrowed eyes. "Of course not." You shook your head, and a faint furrow formed between his brows.

After a beat of silence, the man sighed, gathering his items before wordlessly exiting the convenience store. But he didn't exactly leave, no.

Once you had finished paying for your own items, you stepped outside to find him waiting for you, gaze fixed upon the falling snow as he took a sip from the water bottle in his hand.

You raised a brow, the soft crunch of snow under your feet echoing in the winter night as you slowly walked towards him. "It's pretty cold tonight, isn't it?" Your voice was a quiet thing, but he nodded.

"I'm curious," he said, a half-smirk playing on his lips. "Why'd you help me out? A stranger, no less."

"I just felt the need to," you replied with a shrug, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "It was no trouble at all. Besides, it seemed like a lot of people were already pretty pissed at you behind me."

He hummed in response.

"Who knows what they would've done if you took any longer, huh?" you quipped, a playful tilt in your tone as you massaged the hot pack in your hands, eager for it to quickly warm up.

This time, it was the man himself who chuckled at your words. It's a nice sound, you thought to yourself.

"I would've been fine. You can trust me on that," he replied, finally turning to look at you, gaze steady. "Say, what can I do to thank you? You couldn't have just done all that for nothing, could you? Got too much money on your hands or something?"

You gave him a wide smile. "Just consider it as a random act of kindness."

"Really now?"

You nodded in response, barely containing the urge to burst into laughter as the man appeared momentarily stunned into silence. You were being truthful though, it was simply a random act of kindness on your part.

And, to be completely honest, he had hit the nail on the head with his last question.

With your wallet being the way it was—bulging with cash, to be precise—covering a stranger's purchase at a convenience store wouldn't even make a dent in your finances. It was only a mere drop of water in the ocean of your wealth.

"Hmm."

The man took a step toward you, followed by another, leaning down slightly to meet you at eye level. "Thanks a lot then," he said, gratitude evident in his tone as he offered a small nod of appreciation. "I'll pay you back someday. Name's Toji, by the way."

"No last name?"

"...No," Toji answered back, gaze heavy with unspoken weight. You thought it best not to pry, it was clear that Toji didn't want to discuss the circumstances of his family, a sentiment you understood all too well, given your own family history.

"All right then," you said, extending your hand for a handshake. "You can call me [Name]. A pleasure to meet you, Toji."

Toji shot your hand a long and silent stare, cautious, as if waiting for something to happen, and when no such thing happened, well, a handsome smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Likewise, [Name]."

His hands weren't warm, but they weren't cold either. The perfect temperature to hold on to, one you wouldn't mind not letting go of if you had to be completely honest.

As you felt the calluses scattered on Toji's palm, you couldn't help but wonder. What kind of hardships had the man in front of you endured that had left such marks on his hands?

"So, no last name either, huh?" he asked, smirking down at you, eyes fixed on your lips.

You laughed, and wiggled a brow at him for good measure. "Interested in me that much?"

"Don't push your luck, [Name]." An exasperated laugh escaped his lips. You felt his hot breath touch the tip of your nose. "I'm just a curious man, that's all."

"A curious man, huh?" you repeated before you both let go. "Well, if we happen to meet up again, I'll be sure to tell you what it is, Toji."

"Looking forward to it then," he casually answered back, and so you reciprocated by giving him a small nod in return.

The two of you parted ways soon after, exchanging phone numbers without even a wave goodbye. It was a fleeting encounter with a stranger, a random act of kindness done for no particular reason.

It wasn't until six years later that your paths would cross once more.

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He hasn't changed much since you last saw him, at least from what you remember years ago anyway.

The man called Toji still exudes the same indifferent aura to those around him, his ruggedly handsome face adorned with a hint of stubble. His choice of attire too remains predominantly black, just as you recall it to be.

"Seat next to you taken, Toji?" you say as you approach him.

His ears catch the sound of your footsteps against the floor loud and clear, but it's the call of his name that causes him to slowly whip his toward you.

You expected those calculating green eyes to be clouded with confusion and lack of recognition, but to your surprise, it's only one of those things. A smile tugs at your lips involuntarily. "It's been a long while hasn't it?"

He scoots away to make room for you to sit down, and you gladly take the seat next to him. Despite sensing a hint of familiarity behind his eyes, he then asks you with a smirk on his face, "Sorry, do I know you from somewhere?"

You play along with him, a playful glint in your eye. "Forgetting me already. Maybe you'll recognize me by the time this game is over, hm?" you say, cocking your head towards the field in front of you both.

Despite the night sky casting its dark hues above, the horse race being held on the field is as lively as ever, excitement palpable everywhere by the chorus of cheers in the air.

You flicker a gaze down, directed to Toji's hand. "Betting on the public's favorite today, aren't you? I thought you more of a gambler than this," you remark.

He narrows his eyes at you, but you sense no hostility, only amusement evident in the smirk on his lips. "Hey, now. I'm just making money with money here. Why would I bet on a losing party?" he retorts.

You laugh. "I guess we'll see who wins then."

The two of you exchange no further banter as you wait for the race to end, and when it finally does, you shoot the familiar man a smirk of your own, a stark contrast to the cute scowl on Toji's face.

"I guess I'm the only one between us bringing home some money, huh?" you say, teasingly waving the betting slip in your hand in front of Toji's face. "I'm sure we could've changed that if we had reunited sooner."

Toji rolls his eyes, then casually inclines his body to rest on the chair, one arm hanging off with an air of nonchalance. "Well, go on."

"Hm?"

"You came here knowing exactly where to find me. And I'm guessing you're not here just for small talk. What do you want?" Toji's tone carries a blend of suspicion and intrigue.

You blink slowly at him, carefreely resting your chin on the palm of your hand. "I'll pay you back someday. You told me that last time we met. Do you remember, Toji?"

"Six years is a long time, [Name]."

Your heart beats a little louder, its rhythm echoing in your chest. "You didn't answer the question, so I'm assuming that you do remember. How sweet," you say, a genuine smile gracing your lips.

"It's not every day a stranger helps me out in the convenience store, out of all places, especially when people tend to stay away," he adds, a note of genuine appreciation underlying his words.

Your gaze finds itself on the ground, avoiding his piercing gaze. After a moment of silence, during which you fiddle with the betting slip in your hand, you sigh softly.

You extend your hand, offering him the paper.

"Here."

Toji arches a brow at your gesture, but he takes the betting slip nonetheless, turning it around in his hand with a thoughtful expression. "You paying me or something?"

The chair creaks as you push your body to stand up, your eyes locked on the expansive field before you, now gradually thinning out as the people disperse. "Something like that," you answer quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Toji waits in silence, his gaze burning hot against the view of your back.

When you're finally ready, when you've mustered the courage within your heart, you turn back to face him, your voice finally found, steady and resolute.

"I need your help. I need you," his eyes lock onto yours as if the two of you are the only ones here, "to kill someone for me."

The smirk he sends you is answer enough.

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< next part >

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #fanfic #fanfic series #romance #slow burn #i cant find the artist for this so some help finding them would b very helpful :)#banner by cafekitsune

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boba-beom · 4 months

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Another thought about bsf!Yeonjun who flirts because I love the dynamic you brought to it–

Bsf!Yeonjun who eventually says "we could be more, yknow... just ask me out" to which you reply "no, you ask me out"

🤭

ohmygosh I'm so glad you loved it 🤭

bsf!yeonjun x f!reader, use of 'princess' petname, girlfriend reader. SFW

bsf!yeonjun who gets a little nervous around you when you flirt back with him at your weekly sleepovers. you usually have movie nights when you decide to not go anywhere in the evening. the ambient lighting from the tv and the lamp shade to the side of the couch bouncing off of his strong features as you sneak glances at him.

the movie you both decided to watch was a rom-com. seeing the way the guy would do all the little things the girl loved, and you comment on it, as per, but it hits a little different saying it out loud. with what intention?

leaning your head on his shoulder, you sigh, "I wish I could have someone like him." yeonjun could distinguish the tone of your voice, knowing there is a matching pout on your face.

yeonjun, your best friend of who knows how long. not even the both of you remember when you became best friends, it was never established but everyone saw it to potentially be something more. eventually.

"then why'd you turn down the guy you were seeing last week? I thought you said he treated you like a princess." he stretches his arm that you're leaning on and rests his elbow on the back of the sofa, his fingers combing through your hair while his cheek leans against your temples.

you let out another sigh, this one a sounded like you were too deep in thought. "I know, but.." you trail and ponder a little longer on how to say it.

"but what?"

"but he's not you." you reply nonchalantly, hoping he would just notice that you're into him just as much as he's into you.

nothing but the sound of the characters on the tv speaking filled the room, just for a moment, until you feel yeonjun's chest rumble from his chuckles.

"we could be more, y'know? just ask me out." yeonjun has a smirk plastered on his lips, you can just hear it in his tone.

you sit up, head off of his shoulder and turn your body to face him. you nudge him lightly with a playful frown on your face.

"no, you ask me out." you admit.

the both of you look at each other mirroring the same expression; refusing to be the first to ask the other out, basically knowing how one feels about the other.

yeonjun's scoff breaks the brief silence, yet again.

"well?" he looks at you with his brows wiggling.

"well?" you imitate him.

"I like you a lot. I want to be with you. what do you say? do you want to go out with me?" he asks, mentally cursing his heart for beating a little too loud in his ears in case he misses your response.

"you have a way with your words, choi. okay." is all you say, smiling at him, but he didn't seem too satisfied with your reply.

"okay?" he repeats.

"your subscription has upgraded. I will happily be your girlfriend." you laugh, wrapping your arms around his torso and diving into his side.

"you also have a way with your words, I guess." yeonjun laughs, he finds it endearing when you're being unserious but if that's what it takes for him to hear that you're his then he'll take that over anything.

he wraps his arms over your shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on your temple, lips mumbling a, "you're the best thing that's happened to me."

#cee ᡣ𐭩 #mapofthemazeinthemirror ᡣ𐭩 #[ 🪴 ] — asks.#[ 🧸 ] — mutuals.#yeonjun soft hours #yeonjun soft thoughts #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x f!reader #txt fluff #txt soft hours #txt soft thoughts

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average-vibe · 4 months

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No One Needs To Know (2)

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

TW: cursing, internet creeps, and unedited work

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, alcohol

Things you need to know: Y/N=your name

Part 1

A/N: You don’t have to read Part 1 but it’s a nice little prologue to pt 2. So if you don’t wanna read pt 1 you don’t have to lol

masterlist

You and Wilbur had been dating for a month or two now, and no one knew, besides Tommy and Molly, who found out quite quickly. Tommy’s reaction was about as bad as you thought it’d be.

“EW! GROSS, WILBUR. HAVE SOME TASTE, MY MAN.” He yelled, mocking a disgusted face. You rolled your eyes at the boy while Molly chuckled, and Wilbur whacked him in the back of the head with a magazine.

After that experience, Tommy was fine, as long as you and Wilbur didn’t do anything lovey-dovey.

Wilbur smiled and kissed you on your nose, making you giggle. “You’re adorable.” Wilbur said, giving you another kiss on the forehead. “I know, right?” You joked, smiling back at Wilbur.

“Ew, stop being so sexual, guys.” Tommy joked, rolling his eyes at you two as he smiled at Molly and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s truly disgusting.” Molly agreed, nodding.

You chuckled at the memory as you brought in cookies to watch the new year’s day parade. Wilbur had convinced you to watch it with him, (by ‘convinced’, he promised he would cuddle with you before bed, and take you to Chipotle in the morning.) and you had agreed to make cookies. You had also invited your brother and Molly, who immediately showed up for the show.

as soon as you walked into the living room, wilbur’s eyes lit up and he ran up to you, taking the cookies from your grasp and setting them on the table. he then stood up and grabbed your hand and ran to the couch, when we he sat down and slammed you down next to him, giggling like a little girl.

“Hey, love.” Wilbur said, smiling at you.

“Hey, Wil.” you smiled back at him, laughing. you were about to kiss him when a knock at the door stopped your movement. You walked over to the door and let Tom and Molly in, who were both giggling like children.

Tommy made a beeline for the cookies, a frown covering his features. “Something wrong?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“Yeah, there’s no milk. Everyone knows cookies need milk.” Tommy said, looking at you with a pout.

“Do we really need milk? we ran out tod-“ you began, but you were cut off by Tommys voice.

“Do we? Yes! I need milk!” Tommy said, crossing his arms like a toddler.

“okay, whatever. Wilbur, wanna come get some with me?” you ask, reaching for your coat and your keys.

“Hell yes! We can also get alcohol” Wilbur smiled.

“Why alcohol?” You questioned, smirking at your tall boyfriend.

“Uh, i’m not going into the new year if i’m not drunk.” Wilbur joked. you rolled your eyes and headed out, hopping into your car and driving to the shop, wilbur’s song gracing your ears.

“But I can still smell her perfume! Did it rub off on you?” Wilbur sang his own song, holding your hand as you drive. You smiled along to the music, When you arrived, Wilbur opened your door for you, and granted you a kiss on your forehead.

As you walked into the shop, you quickly made your way to the dairy section, as wilbur walked over to the wine aisle, giving you a wink. You giggled at his antics, and rushed over to him after you got your milk. “Hey, love. Whatcha moving so fast for?” Wil asked, giving you another peck on your lips.

The two of you paid and left, Wilbur taking the drivers seat, and drive home the same way you left. Hand in hand, singing to Wilbur’s music. Not a single care in the world, and you wished you could stay there forever.

When you got home, Tommy took the milk from you and poured himself a cup. You chuckled at him, and glanced at Wilbur, who was on his phone, eyebrows furrowed.

“You okay?” You questioned, as he kept scrolling. Wilbur kept silent, his features turning more and more stressed.

“Y/N.” He spoke, eyes filled with worry. “Check Twitter.”

You became confused but obeyed your boyfriend, opening Twitter. Your eyes moved to the ‘Trending’ section.

shit.

Someone had taken a picture of you and will at the shop. And posted it. And now anyone who fucking wanted to could go to Twitter and see the two of you have your moment.

You felt betrayed, like you had trusted whoever posted the image. You obviously hadn’t, but that didn’t make the sting of it any less painful.

“What?” Tommy questioned, noticing you and Wilbur suddenly engrossed in your phones. “Did something happen?”

You and wil stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Eventually, Tommy opened his phone, Molly following suit. you were far too distracted by the comments on the post to care about their reactions, though.

panda_expresser: they’re both ugly as shit lmao

playboi: what a fuckin whore

gsoosowkalq: ew wtf he’s way out of her league..

You felt a gentle tear roll down your cheek against your will. You sniffled quietly, as Tommy and Molly gasped in union.

“Oh my god!” Molly exclaimed, eyes widening at the photo. “Who did that?”

“Yeah mate, that’s fuckin illegal .” Tommy muttered, glancing at you as well as wilbur, trying to find an explanation.

“I dunno, Tom.” Wilbur said. you knew this was hurting him just as bad as it was hurting you. He valued his privacy and didn’t share much of his personal life on social media. So seeing this so open, let alone without his knowledge, definitely hurt him.

As a few more tears rolled down your cheeks, you read more opinions of other people.

kdisoajiw: ew, gross.

nobody: girl: 2/10, guy: 5/10.

You began to cry more at the harmful comments, going straight to your heart. you felt your head banging, as your breaths became shortened.

You felt wilbur’s hand grab your waist, pulling you in for a hug. you immediately accepted, pulling into his embrace. you let yourself cry yourself out, feeling discouraged and depressed.

“Hey, Love. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.” He hummed, trying to convince himself if not you. He sat back and wiped your tears with his guitar-calloused hand, giving you a small smile as he rested his forehead to yours.

“I love you still, okay?” He assured, glancing at you.

“I’ll love you forever.” You muttered, finding a sense of relief in his embrace.

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a/n: HEY BITCHES THIS SUCKED BAD BUT WHATEVERRRRRRR

As always ily and you are beautiful :)

OKAY BYE!

#fluff #christmas #wilbur #dsmp #sbi x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur gold x reader #wilbur mcyt #qsmp wilbur #wilbur fanart #dream smp #pogtopia #lol #shitpost #okay bye

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broke-art · 1 year

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Swapped Au (?) X Reader

*So before we begin I thought we might try something new for this fic. First off you have two options. At the end of the fic you can comment your vote and I will write the ending for that person. Maybe I'll do one for each perhaps.*

You fiddled with the locket around your neck nervously. Today was either the fruition of all your dreams, or your worst nightmares and it could go either way.

The betrothal had been pronounced when you were only six. It has seemed so silly and far away then. But here you were, of eligible age and not at all ready to meet your future husband.

Of course tales of Red Son's might and honor reverberated through the many kingdoms under his reign since you were little. But that was all you had ever known. Stories. Stories that could have been lies, or exaggerations.

The maid had left you in this ballroom a while ago promising to fetch the fire prince. And with a parting glance she gave you a small warning not to touch anything if you could help it.

That last warning was what has really set your nerves on end.

"My, my don't you look fit to be queen." A low voice richoetted off the large walls and marble floor.

You flinched as the torches illuminating the room flickered out. Turning in a small circle you reached for the dagger hidden in a small pocket in your skirt.

"Well that's all the better." The voice came from just behind you now. Cold metal pressed just under your chin causing your very blood to freeze as well as any movements.

A shadowy figure stepped around you his eyes glowing purple.

Slowly your eyes adjusted to the dark and you began to make out a bit more of his features.

An amused smirk curled his lips, his head tilted slightly to the side as he observed you. One hand held the point of a dagger just under your chin forcing your head up to meet his gaze, the other hand rested behind his back.

Your gaze fell on the dagger and with a mild start you recognized it as your own.

"What's the matter, princess? Scared of ol princey?"

"You should be." Someone growled before the room was bathed in firelight. Each torch burst into flames. The sudden searing light blinding you, forced your eyes to squeeze shut for a moment.

And in that particular moment you felt the dagger's point retreat ever so slightly from your throat.

"Get away from her." The voice who had presumably brought the light demanded from across the room.

Slowly you blinked allowing your eyes to once again adjust. The man before you was looking over his shoulder at whom you could only assume was Red Son. The Prince had firey red hair and wore spectacles, and a black sleeveless, turtleneck with blue pants.

"Now why would I do that?"

Your eyes fell on your captor. To your shock you realized he was a black monkey the size of a man with glowing purple eyes.

Despite his words he lowered the dagger. But before you could make any move to escape two shadows, identical to their maker, grabbed you by each arm.

"Macaque, I will end you." Red son warned his eyes turning to flame.

"Mmm no. No I don't think you will." The monkey chuckled. "See, I've gotten pretty attached to her I'm afraid." He twirled the dagger for a moment before returning it to it's former position under your chin. "Unless you have something, more....worth my time."

The ground around Red Son cracked as he lunged at Macaque, as he had called him.

Macaque's eyes widened and in that instant a black circle of shadow appeared under you both dropping you into a dark abyss.

No light touched your eyes, but you struggled nonetheless, only to feel as though you were tied quite tightly to a chair.

Still Macaque's voice rang out all around you.

"Ohoho the samadhi fire eh? Well I can't blame ya. Losing your girl and all. But clearly you don't seem to be in the mood to talk. So, I'll just hold onto her till you do. See ya round."

Red Son's shout was indiscernible and muffled. And far too distant.

Clearly, you would have to solve this yourself. It only took you a sparse few minutes to organize a plan but you figured it would work. It may not save you, but surely it would but you time enough to think of a way to save yourself. In that instant you pretended to faint.

It didn't take long before Macaque's voice sounded next to you.

"Fainted huh? And here I thought you'd actually be a challenge." He muttered before lifting you bridal style.

Keeping your eyes closed except for a tiny slit you waited until he stepped from a portal into an odd stony cave. Now was your chance.

"Hey Wukon-" Macaque was cut off by you ramming your fist into his jaw. He grip released and you hit the floor in a roll before getting to your feet and bolting towards the sunlight spilling into the cave like room.

Your victory was short lived however, when the shadows grabbed you.

"No!" You yelled thrashing against the shadows as Macaque strolled over.

"Geez, princess. What a punch."

"Come near me again and I'll give you another." You threatened pulling against away from the shadows.

Macaque grinned.

"Maybe this will be more fun than I thought it would be."

*So who should you end up with. Vote in the comments.* Psst @mossygremlinchild and @noxm22 here's part two!

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cowyolks · 1 year

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König and reader out on a date and he gets nervous around people and reader is only one to calm him down

Honey Kisses (König x Reader)

Warnings: Anxiety in crowds, that’s it. This is fluff <3

@soapyghost

You had known König a long time, his tendency to panic under watching eyes was no surprise to you. You’ve known him all his life, from primary school to where you were now.

It had taken him nearly his whole life to work up the courage to ask you on a date. You’d been smitten with the gentle giant since you flourished into a teenager, and while you had plenty of men interested in you, none seemed to compare to him.

The day he asked you out was the happiest you’d been in a long time.

But it was crowded, people pushing against the two of you, in a rush to buy items at the local farmer’s market in your hometown.

You felt bad as his hands clenched back and forth, his knuckles cracking loosely as he tried to calm his breathing so he wouldn’t ruin his one chance he had with you. He’d waited long enough for you to notice his romantic feelings, thinking about ruining this date for you only made him more anxious and upset.

He knew he shouldn’t be thinking that kind of thing. You’ve stuck by his side through everything. From sticking up to his bullies in school, to helping him with his English and studying, to congratulating him on joining Germany’s special forces.

You had been there though it all. His muse in the painting of his life.

“Hey.” You grounded him, stepping in front of him and grabbing onto both of his hands, blocking out the crowd as you looked him in the eyes. He held your gaze, relaxing as he thought of you and not the sea of people he was in.

“I…. I can’t do this.” He confessed to you, hating that he sounded so insecure. But you did as you always had, squeezing his hand tightly and letting a soft smile cross your lips.

“Then let’s leave. We can go back to your flat.” You reasoned, and König instantly felt better at the solution. “Yeah. Okay.” He agreed, feeling lighter as the two of you walked back to his home, now able to breath with only small amounts of people around.

His hand brushed against your as the two of you walked, subtly, he locked his pinky finger with yours, a small smile on his lips as you squeezed it back. While it was a thing the two of you had done since you were kids, it still brought him immense comfort and security.

Immediately after the two of you arrived to his flat, you’d told him to relax on the couch, while you made some tea. He put up some fuss, not liking the idea of you hosting him in his own home, but with a playful glare he backed off gently. He kept himself busy, sitting on the soft sofa in the lounge and reading one of his favorite books.

He’d been so immersed in the story, he hardly heard you approach him, two steaming cups of chamomile tea in each hand. He jumped, awkwardly raising a hand to his chest to slow his breathing.

You cringed slightly, mumbling an apology before offering the cup off to him. König grinned softly at you as he took a sip, the hot liquid calming his nerves as you sat next to him. “You always make spectacular tea.” He compliments, his face flushing slightly as you snuggle up against him. With some confidence, he slings his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer so you’re resting snugly against his side.

“It’s the honey. Adds some sweetness without making it so artificial.” You supplied, watching as König finished the cup almost too quickly.

“Read to me.” You had asked, watching as König switched out his cup for his book once again. He chuckled, turning to the page he was on before reciting the words out to you. After finishing a chapter, he glanced down at your frame after noticing you were breathing softer. Your eyes were closed, a peaceful smile covering your lips as you rested against his shoulder.

König studied you with round eyes, imprinting your features in his mind, so maybe when he wasn’t so scared to wake you up, he could paint this scene in his head.

With a sigh, he pressed his lips to your forehead, before leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

#cod #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #konig #könig #könig x reader #konig x reader

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fanfic-gallery · 2 years

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Hey, if you don't mind, could I request the smutty prompt “Is there some space left in that bathtub?” w/ Mammon?

Little massage [NSFW MDNI]

✎ Mammon x Reader

✎ “Is there some space left in that bathtub?” Mammon gulped, his flushed features darkening, marine eyes sliding over every once and awhile to stare at your figure..

✎ Tags: gn! reader, smut

✎ CW: porn with slight plot, dom! reader, sub! mammon, accidental eavesdropping, masturbation, thigh riding, handjob

: ̗̀➛ Manager’s/Author’s note: OHOHOHO~~~ of course I don’t mind! At first hand, the prompt kinda leans into more of Asmo’s side of things but we can make this work! No problem >:D Hope you guys enjoy~

It would be an understatement to say Mammon hasn’t been like himself recently. Marine eyes behind shaggy silver locks turning away not daring to look at you, booking for the nearest door whenever you linger around his vicinity. Though, he really just couldn’t help it, not when he’s just been dying to get a taste of you since that day of accidently overhearing you pleasuring yourself in room.

Your breathy moans, soft groans and melodic whines replaying in his head like a broken record. The erotic scent of your arousal spilling over as you continue your assault deep within the confines of your clenched walls. Just imagining them tightening around his dick was enough for him to break, staining his sheets and hand in white, the stickiness seeping onto his skin as he breathed deeply.

It was already proven difficult to be around you, his face flushed to the point of no return, your touch every now and then grazing upon his skin, your gaze stripping him out of everything he has without you even knowing. How can he keep his composure up when your voice is already a reminder to the sweet harmonies you were letting out that day. God, even just thinking about it makes his trousers grip onto his skin tighter.

Maybe he could let off some steam with a hot bath?

Yeah that will probably do the trick!

So there he was, the great Mammon, sitting in a tub full of bubbles. Steam fogging up the mirror, his tan skin shimmering under the light, highlighting his figure and built. As his mind was slowly drowning in the warmth enveloping him, he heard a creek coming from the bathroom door. He tsked, getting up from his laying position, waiting to tell off the person when they face.

“Mammon?” He stumbled, falling head first into the clouds of bubbles. You rushed over only for a hand to quickly rise from the surface, his head popping back up with a splash, throat in a coughing fit once air reaches his lungs again.

“W-wHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“I was going to use the bath, and I thought no one was in, since, erm.. it was so quiet-”

COULD HAVE AT LEAST *coughs* K-kNOCK FIRST!?”

“Well I’m sorry your majesty-”

You pouted slightly, you really didn’t meant to accidently stumble across a drenched Mammon when deciding to enter the bathroom. You really wanted to have a nice long bath. But the lack of attention from your little demon lately and the want to cleanse yourself off brought upon an idea.

“Is there some space left in that bathtub?” Mammon’s eyes snapped back and widened, marine pupils only ever glancing off once a while to catch glimpses of your sculpted body. His already flushed face darkening with every passing second, his limbs giving up on the strength to hold his body up anymore, ‘causing him to slip back into the water below him.

“If you’re uncomfortable you can just say-”

“n-NO!” He got up again, hacking out the water flooding his organs.

“I- mean, w-whatever..”

“Heh, thanks Mammon~”

You carefully sank into the tub, resting your towel to the side before breathing out a sigh. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself pinned to the walls of the bath, Mammon’s legs intertwined with yours, warm palm finding its ways to your cheek, chest pressed upon his, beating hearts syncing together.

“Mammon-”

The conversation was lead to a silence, only the sloppy sounds of your lips crashing with his echoed the room. His taste was intoxicating, the sweet and bitterness of Demonus staining your taste-buds as you sank into his lips further. Your wandering hands finding support on his shoulders, leaning closer and closer, closing any caps to get more of the addicting taste.

“Hah~.. more..”

He pushed on further. Now his lap found its place on yours, softly grinding himself on your thighs, rocking back and forth like an attention seeking child. Tongue trailed and glided across your exposed flesh, canine teeth chewing at your collar slightly, blue and purple bruises blooming, crescent like markings on full display. You huffed quietly, patting his wet locks as you indulged in the pleasure between your thighs and the pain of the bites.

“Who’s m-my greedy little boy~” Mammon whined louder, tucking his head down and draping it over your shoulder, creeping into the crooks of your drool stained neck. Sharp white nails kneading and gripping at your skin, leaving you in moans, bottom lip being chewed between your jaws.

“aH~ clo-close! Please d-don’t stop~..”

You giggled, reaching below the waters and tugging at his dick, fingers warped and moved, up and down, ripping a gasp from the demon above you. You returned the favor, nibbling and nipping at his flushed skin, bites and marks not as visible yet would still cause a storm in the household if any found out.

“Don’t be too loud now, darling, wouldn’t want them to find you doing such dirty things here~ or maybe you’d want that~”

“Ye-yes~ hah.. want them to k-know you’re mINE!” Mammon nodded almost to the point his head might break and fall off, hips dragging itself across your thighs harder and faster, ripples in the water splashing and spilling over the walls, drenching the floor below.

It wasn’t long till a vibration beneath you, slender hand covering over his mouth, muffling the moan he slipped out, marine eyes rolled over almost hitting the back of his skull. Tiredly, he laid at your shoulder once again, snuggling into your warmth and hugging at your frame.

“Oh, I didn’t say I was done with you yet~”

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wandering-winchesters · 1 year

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Not yourself

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2,203 Summary: The reader has been feeling off, ever since a nasty encounter with a demon. Trigger Warnings: Panic attack, self hatred, swearing. Mostly fluff. Requested: No

A/N: Requests are open! I really hope you enjoy this, my anxiety has been bad recently so writing about the things that bring me comfort has helped.

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Ever since Dean and I had started dating, some days were easier than others. When the voices in my head were quieter. The anxiety coursing through my body was not as strong. I didn’t feel jittery, I could focus on the tasks at hand and not want to spend all day in bed. Yet there were still bad days and today was one of them. Today, I was miserable. Anxiety tearing my every thought to shreds, making every task seem insurmountable. Instead of coming out as fear and sadness however, it was displayed as anger. Every little thing was pissing me off, breaking a plate, spilling my coffee and Dean making the wrong joke. All of these ended in outbursts of swear words coming from me. I couldn’t handle it today and the boys could tell. They’d both given me my space since the coffee incident, making up excuses to dismiss themselves to different rooms of the bunker. I didn’t blame them, if they were acting like me, I’d get it. I’d do the same thing. But that didn’t make handling my anxiety today any easier, not that it was their job to fix me, but they certainly helped. Some Days it was just easier to be mad at the world, instead of facing the real problem. The last couple of weeks had been miserable, but I had been trying my best to keep it internalized.

Ever since the last hunt I had been on, two weeks ago, my thoughts had been hell on earth. It had been a difficult hunt from the get-go. What we thought was a vengeful spirit turned out to be a Demon. It had cornered me, separating me from the boys, even though they fought like wildfire to get to me, they couldn’t until the demon let them in. He had read my innermost thoughts, using them to get to me. He had taken all of my worst fears and brought them to life. All of the negative thoughts I had ever had about myself, something he voiced to me. Reaffirming them to be true. Sam and Dean didn’t need me, I was a burden, they were better off without me. My parents never wanted me, I was a mistake, I was worthless. Dean didn’t love me, he was with me out of pity. All of his words cut me like a knife, my soul in pieces before him. I had fallen for his tricks and he almost took me. I didn’t realize I had been screaming, until Sam and Dean finally entered the room, ensnaring him in the trap that they had set, and exorcising him. I remained in the corner of the room, helpless and useless. Dean had run to my side, the second we were safe. His arms becoming my safety net, yet I hated every second of it. The demons words repeating within my mind, over and over again. I had begun to shut them out, figuring that if they truly hated me, it wouldn’t matter. They wouldn’t notice until it was too late and I could slip away without any difficulty. I stopped going on hunts with them, making up excuses each time they asked. I could tell by the looks that they gave me that they weren’t convinced, but they didn’t push me.

I am snapped from my thoughts by the clatter and splash of water, following me knocking over my cup of water.

“Fucking hell,” I mumble, quickly wiping up the water I had just spilled all over the book of lore that I was studying.

“I don’t think hell has anything to do with that, Y/N.” Dean says, when I glance over at him he’s got a soft smile on his face, concern also imminent in his features. I don’t answer, focusing back on the mess that I needed to clean up. He offers help, but I decline. Already using the I had grabbed, to wipe up what water I could before laying the book flat to dry. I can feel Dean’s eyes on me the entire time, waiting and watching, for what I’m not sure.

I’m about to brush past him into the hallway when he stops me, his hand gently grabbing my wrist.

“Hey.” He says, turning to face me. “What’s going on in that head of yours? It’s obvious that you’re not doing too hot.” His voice is soft, his face shows concern and all that does is make me angrier.

“You haven’t seemed like yourself recently.” He continued, his eyes pleading with me to open up and let him in. Yet, I knew that if I stopped and talked about it, I would break down. I simply didn’t have the mental energy for that right now, so remaining angry was the only way I could handle things right now. I brushed him off, muttering a quick I’m fine and walked away heading towards our shared bedroom. I stopped in front of the door and debated going inside, but decided I’d rather be alone. So I continued down the hall to the room that used to me mine, I locked the door behind me and press my back to the wall. For the first time today I’m surrounded by complete silence. No music, no talking, nothing at all, yet the silence is overwhelming. I can feel the anger creeping away and sadness and anxiety washing over the empty spaces it leaves behind.

I close my eyes, embracing the wave as it comes. I can feel the panic building inside of me making it more difficult to breathe or think. I find myself sliding down to the ground, my feet planted in front of me, my back pressed flush to the wall behind me. My head is spinning, thoughts screaming past like a car on a racetrack, circling around and around, unescapable. I can feel tears forming, hot and heavy, streaming down my face. I rest my elbows on my knees and cradle my head in my hands. Praying that this doesn’t turn into a full blown panic attack, but all the signs are pointing that way. I am so focused on trying to control my breathing and silence the sobs that are leaving my throat, that I am completely blind to my surroundings. Which is how I missed Dean knocking on the door, panicking when he tries the door knob and finds it locked. I don’t hear his threat to break it down if I don’t open the door. I don’t hear him follow through with his promise. I don’t realize he’s there, until his hands are pulling my own away from my face, his lips moving but his voice silent to me. I look at him confused, unsure how he got to be sitting criss-cross in front of me, pulling at my body. Slowly, ever so slowly, I can hear his words breaking through the roaring of the waves within my head.

“Y/N, you’ve got to breath, baby. C’mon, with me, copy me.” He says, his eyes frantic but his tone calm. His hands cradling my own, resting one against his chest so I can feel it rising and falling. I take a shaky breath, my lungs screaming in protest, pure agony. They feel constricted, like someone is squeezing them to exhale while I try to force an inhale.

“Can’t.” I choke out, my throat on fire. I am trembling, the kind of shaking that changes the way you speak, uncontrollable and inconsolable. Dean takes another look at me and without asking, he pulls me into his lap. My legs crossed behind his back, my thighs on his hips. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself into him as much as I possibly can, desperate for relief. His arms are wrapped around me, his hand finding my hair and rubbing his fingers against my scalp. His touch soft and calming, his voice echoing the same sentiment. Our chests are pressed together, forcing me to copy his breathing pattern, which is ever so slowly calming me down. I finally manage to take a full breath and almost sob in relief. I can feel Dean relax against me slightly, his concern lessening as my ability to breathe normally returns.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’m here sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” His words hit me hard, I want them so badly to be true, but I can’t bring myself to believe them. We sit in silence for awhile, our bodies intertwined. I don’t dare to break the silence, not really wanting to explain the reasoning behind my actions today. I know he is going to ask, he’ll want an explanation and I can’t blame him for that. I just don’t really want to give him one. He pulls back slightly, just enough so he can see my face. He wipes away the tears on my cheeks, his eyes searching my own for any non verbal explanation, but I look down at the floor not wanting to make eye-contact with him.

“Baby, please. What’s going on? Please let me in.” He whispers, his voice tugging at my heart, he sounds almost broken. I sit silently for a minute, anxiety bubbling up within me once more. I close my eyes and consider the options before me, I can lie to him, or tell him everything. I choose the latter, my voice speaking before my brain can even process what’s happening.

“That demon, the last hunt I went on. He got inside my head, he took all of my darkest thoughts and fears and put them on display before me. He affirmed all of my biggest fears.” I said, brushing away the tears that had begun to form again, unwilling to appear any weaker in front of him, any weaker than I had moments before.

“What fears, baby girl?” He asks, his eyes still trained on me, watching my every action.

“That you and Sam hate me and think I am a burden. He told me that you didn’t really love me, that you were only with me out of pity. He told me that I really was worthless, and that everything he said was true and that he had read your thoughts.” My voice fails me and tears begin to fall again. Dean is quick to respond, his hand comes up to cup my cheek and I immediately lean into his touch. He presses a kiss to my lips, strong and meaningful. It isn’t until I look up at him, that I realize he has tears in his eyes.

“Sweetheart, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I love you, I don’t pity you. Sam and I don’t hate you and you are the furthest thing from a burden. You’ve been carrying this around for the last two weeks?” He asks, and all I can do is nod. I sniffle and he sighs, resting his forehead against my own.

“Y/N, next time you’re having these thoughts please just tell me, baby. It breaks my heart to know that you’ve been carrying this around for the last couple of weeks, no wonder you’ve been distant.” I am a little taken aback at his words, honestly believing that he hadn’t noticed a difference.

“You noticed?” I ask, trying to hide the surprise in my tone but he notices immediately.

“Of course I did, Y/N. Believe it or not, I know you like the back of my hand. I didn’t want to push you, but it was tearing me to pieces because you wouldn’t tell me what was bothering you. I just wanted to help you.” He says, pressing kiss to my cheek, soft and gentle. I lean into him once again, resting my head on his shoulder and inhaling deeply. My body is exhausted, from lack of sleep and the panic attack that had surged earlier.

“I love you, De. I am so tired.” I whisper, relishing the peace that has replaced my inner turmoil. I can feel him relax against me, his hands rubbing gentle circles in my back.

“I love you more, Y/N. Wanna go watch a movie in bed and snuggle?” He asks and I nod, my arms squeezing him tighter.

“But only if you carry me, Winchester.” He laughs, but silently agrees.

Thats exactly what we do, he carries me to our room and sets me gently on our bed. He tosses me a pair of his sweatpants and one of his flannels, knowing I am most comfortable when wearing his clothes. I pull them on, while he grabs his laptop and gets situated in bed next to me. We jokingly bicker about what movie to watch before he points out that the whole point of this is for me to fall asleep while watching, I concede and he puts on some action movie. I don’t complain however, knowing that it will keep him entertained while I sleep. He pulls me against his side and I intertwine my legs with his, resting my head on his chest. My arm wrapping around his middle and completely sinking into his embrace. I let my eyes flutter closed, my senses overwhelmed by his presence in the best way possible.

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ladylooch · 2 months

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What is Mack's reaction to finding out she was busted cuddling with David? Xx

“Oh my god.” Mack moans, stumbling out of her dark bedroom and into the sunny, main area of her apartment. “Jesus take the wheel.” She cries, slapping a hand over her eyes. She squints to her kitchen counter, seeing David there, munching on some cereal. His mustache curls up with this lips joyfully when he sees her.

“Hi honey.” He says gently. “How you doing?”

“Shitty.” Mack moans. She is exhausted and feels like she has been run over by a damn garbage truck. Actually, she feels like garbage. Maybe the truck should have just picked her up instead of running her over.

“Think you could eat some soup? Get some nutrients into you?” He asks, standing up. He walks over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. He was getting nervous watching how shaky she was with each step. Mack leans into his strength, grateful for his help. She glances over at the mirror in her entry way, catching a glimpse of her appearance.

“Oh, fuck me.” She groans. She looks disgusting, like she smells similar to moldy cheese and BO. Then there is David, who looks like some he is about to be chiseled out of stone with his black sweatpants and shirtless chest. “You don’t have to stay.” She shakes her head.

“Ah, I know.” He chuckles, biting his lip as he gets her onto the couch. “But I’m not leaving.”

“Why?”

“Because this is the only place I wanna be.” He leans forward. Mack slaps her hand over her mouth.

“Don’t kiss me!” She mumbles around her fingers. His lips land on her forehead.

“Stop worrying. Just lay there and be useless so you can get better and be my sassy girl again.” He pats her leg. “I’m gonna heat up the soup Lucie brought.”

“No.” Mack extends the word in shock.

“Yeah. She saw us in bed together.” He sighs, opening up the container from the fridge. He pours some in a microwaveable bowl, then puts it in for two minutes to start.

“What did she say?” Mack whispers, eyes boring into him.

“Not much, but I wasn’t exactly inviting the conversation either.” He scratches at the under side of his jaw. He leans his palms on the counter top, staring at her. “She asked what we were.” Mack’s eyes slide away. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, so I didn’t give her an answer.” Mack’s eyebrows furrow.

“What you thought?”

“That you aren’t ready for a label.”

“I’m not?” She asks. “You want me to be your girlfriend?” Her tone is doubtful. David stares at her.

“I think I’ve made that pretty obvious, Mack.” She tucks her bottom lip into her mouth, looking away. “But if you wanna keep doing this, I’m fine with that too. I’m not in a rush, buttercup.” He turns back to the microwave, stirring the soup around then giving it a taste test. “Another minute.” He tells her. Mack turns away from him, curling her legs up beneath her.

David Carlson’s girlfriend… Mackenzie Hischier… officially dating a New York Ranger. Mack licks her lips, wanting to ignore the parts of her that long for and are giddy about that idea. She wasn’t looking for this. She didn’t want it either. It became this because David is… David.

“It’s hot, baby.” The man in question says as he rounds the couch. Mack watches him move a coaster to rest her bowl on.

“Thank you.” She murmurs. “For last night too. I was in a bad place.”

“You were. I’m glad I came over.” He brushes her wild hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His thumb strokes across her red and inflamed skin, irritated from her feverish sweats last night. Mack stares at him, drawing her eyes over the features of this man she has come to care so much for. They have great chemistry. It is so much more than just sexual too. She feels like he knows her heart and soul, and does what he can to keep them both safe. Mack opens her mouth to speak, to tell him that she wants to be his girlfriend too.

“Yes you can be my girlfriend..” He cuts her off while grinning at her. Mack furrows her eyebrows, mouth dropped open in awe.

“How do you know?” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. He stops her from falling back and away from him in exasperation. He leans down, capturing her lips in his. He inhales her mouth until her lips are puffy and swollen, her nose and upper lip raw from his mustache.

“Because I do.”

Mack grabs his shirt, fisting it in her hand to keep him close. She scoots back onto the couch, weakly attempting to pull him down. David obliges, settling a knee between her legs, then easing her all the way back until she is laying on the couch.

“Honey. You need to eat your soup.”

“I wanna make out with my boyfriend first.” David chuckles.

“You’re so obsessed with me.” He teases. His tongue thrusts into her mouth, not letting her respond with words.

Her strangled, blissful moan tells them both all they need to know.

#mackdavid au

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