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kinzis-writing · 5 months

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Better than Revenge | M.R [4]

It had been almost two years since Y/N and Mattheo had been best friends. Y/N had decided that it was time to face her past and deal with whatever consequences would follow.

This chapter will probably contain a lot of Soft! Mattheo, which is ooc but i hope you enjoy.

Pairing(s): Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Nettleby, Ex! Theodore Nott x Y/N Nettlby.

Warning(s): order of the phoenix spoilers (a bit), mentions of sexual activities, degrading/slight abuse by parents,

iv. “this is why we can’t have nice things, darling”

Chapter Four

*Gif not mine* *not edited or proofread*

It had been approximately four days since the Slytherin party and Y/N had tried her best to avoid Mattheo and his friends. It was easier to avoid the Slytherin friend group compared to Mattheo, as it seemed that he looked for her in every class, between every class, and at every meal. She had shaken him off every time and ignored him as much as possible, but that did little to stop him.

"Y/N!" The voice of Hermione had torn through the silence of the library. The Granger girl hurriedly making her way over to her housemate. "Lorenzo told me to come find you, Riddle is fighting Nott." she spoke fast.

Y/N shot up from her chair quickly, leaving her items and headed to where Hermione was taking her. It wasn't long before the two Gryffindor girls were stopping where their friend group was trying to break them up and other houses just watching. "Hey!" Y/N yelled as she walked towards the fight.

"Y/N." Sean warned as his sister shrugged him off and went towards the fight again since he had stopped her.

"Mattheo Riddle!" Y/N yelled breaking the boys apart as she carefully pushed them away from each other, her hand staying on the one she had called. "Stop it, both of you!" she yelled again. The Slytherin friend group cleared the hallways since the fight was under control and they didn't have to worry about their friends killing each other. "What in merlin's name happened?" she asked, looking at each one of the boys.

Mattheo stood their breathing heavy and glaring at Theo, who didn't dare look at anyone. Veronica wore a proud smile on her face, unknowingly being caught by the rest of the group. "Theo was insulting you." Enzo stated simply, not wanting to go into detail in such a public place.

"If she would put out-" Veronica started before Theodore shook his head indicating her to stop when he noticed Mattheo go to step forward, but Y/N held him back. The Nettleby girl was afraid that he would not be afraid of punching a girl right now.

"Let's go." She muttered pulling Mattheo along with her and not giving any of the Slytherin's her attention. She quietly led the boy to her dormitory and straight to the shared bathroom.

She didn't say anything as she sat him down on the toilet and started using some healing spells that she knew to heal him the best she could. Some of his wounds and marks were still there, but truth be told Theo looked worse.

"This was a bad idea." Y/N stated as she avoided Mattheo's gaze and walked out of the bathroom, him following her, once she had finished the healing spells. "This plan was rubbish, especially when it makes you and Theo fight. Merlin, you two were best friends before me." she muttered.

"He won't disrespect you s'long as i'm around." Mattheo mumbled as he took a seat on the girl's bed not knowing what to expect from her next.

Y/N shook her head as she stopped pacing and turned to face the boy that she had known very well since first year. "What was the fight even about?" she asked, knowing that it had to do with the issue between her and Theo.

"that bitch seems to have an influence on Theodore." Mattheo spoke as he eyed the girl in front of him. "Veronica started first, saying how our relationship must be draining because lack of activities, your ex then going on to say that there's better lays."

Y/N nodding, even though she didn't quite understand why her not having sex with him would be this big of an issue. Maybe it was an insecurity problem, or maybe it was the only thing he truly wanted from their relationship. Whatever the case, she knew that they were not worth her breath. Yet something had to give, because she was not finishing the next two years at school and dealing with the two wizards fighting.

"Come on," Y/N spoke as she grabbed Mattheo's hand and led him out of her dorm and made her way towards the Slytherin common room. She was going to settle this once and for all, whether it made people mad or not. "Pureblood." she spoke the the door and entered the common room as the door opened, Mattheo trailing behind her.

Just as she had suspected, the friend group had skipped class after the fight had broken out. The couple joined the group, as they caught everyone's attention. Veronica looked pissed and unhappy that they had decided to show up, when they were probably getting scolded by the friend group.

"I'll leave after I say this because I am done with how immature you two are acting," She started as she pointed to her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. "also the fact that the fights between you two," pointing at Mattheo and Theodore. "are absurd." she finished causing everyone to agree with those statements that had been made.

The girl turned to Theo before giving him a look, "You honestly want the truth? Because I have a feeling you won't want it once I started confessing." She asked the man that she used to have feelings for. When no one said anything, she looked at Mattheo to see if he had any feelings about people finding out about them. "It's true that I didn't sleep with you" She admitted to the group but kept her gaze locked on Theo's so he would know she was telling the truth. "I was going to the night you broke up with me," She admitted making Mattheo rolled his eyes and her brother look away not wanting to hear that.

"I didn't have sex with Theodore, but I wasn't a prude." Y/N looked straight in the eyes of Veronica as she spoke those words knowing that it showed who she truly was. "I lost my virginity to Mattheo the day before my birthday, 5 months before Theodore and I started dating." She told the group honestly. Sean looked sick because he didn’t want to hear that about his best friend and sister, Theo was angry and Veronica was surprised. The others not saying anything and just absorbing the information. “Besides there was other things done besides…” she trailed off before shaking her head and deciding against saying it.

Theo’s angry eyes burned right into Mattheo’s as he stood up and rushed towards the boy. Enzo pulling Y/N out of the way knowing what was coming. The Nott boys wand pressing against the neck of Mattheo. Of course, everyone thought that he wouldn’t do anything but it’s the fact that he would go that far.

“I should hex you.” Theo spoke dangerously low to his housemate and best friend.

“Now, why would you do that Nott?” Mattheo spoke calmly. Knowing nothing was going to happen and if it did that he could control the situation.

Y/N spoke up, knowing that it may make things worse but she hoped it made it better. “There’s no reason for that Theodore.” She spoke calmly, but her nerves were going wild for Mattheo. She knew he could handle his own, knowing where he came from. Still didn’t make her worry any less.

“This is rubbish, Theo.” Veronica started as she stood up and went over to rub his arm. “She isn’t worth it.”

Theodore shook her off and continued his hard glare at his best friend. “you took that from me.” He muttered causing the Riddle boy to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “I was suppose to get that experience.”

Mattheo’s gaze darkened at what his housemate was meaning, “I didn’t take anything away from you. What experience were you wanting exactly? What claim did you think that you’d have on her?” He asked dangerously low, the patience in his voice wearing thin.

Y/N had enough of all this, she had left the common room without being noticed by Mattheo or Theodore. Who did Theo think he was, being entitled to her and what she had to give. It didn’t make any sense to the girl as to why he was acting like that. Pushing that behind her, she went back to the Gryffindor common room to hopefully have some normal time with her friends.

"Hey guys." Y/N greeted sitting her bag down beside of her and sitting down beside Hermione. Her friends greeted her back before they gave each other knowing looks. They weren't sure if their friend was aware of everything that was going on. "Are you all okay? You're acting strange..."

Hermione glanced around the group before turning her attention to the Nettleby girl, "Have you heard anything about Riddle? or has he told you anything?" she asked cautiously to not make the girl uncomfortable.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head, "No, why?"

"You know about everyone shunning Harry because of... his father and how his mother has escaped from Azkaban, and they haven't found her." Ginny explained to the girl trying to get her to understand their concern and everything about the situation.

Ron looked at Harry before turning his attention to the girls, "Harry said that they think his followers are planning something."

realization dawned on Y/N as her friends continued talking about the situation at hand. It was true about Bellatrix had escaped from Azkaban and she had completely forgotten to ask Mattheo how he felt about it, seeing as it made headlines. Y/N knew that his father was also back, or at least trying to make a comeback. Not only because she trusted her friends but because she could feel it. Coming from a family of death eaters allowed for this stuff to make sense.

"My parents are hosting a dinner that my brother and I have to attend." Y/N spoke making the golden trio and Ginny turn towards her. "I bet it has something to do with him." she added as she looked around her friend group.

"Please tell me you're not going." Harry begged in his own way to his friend. They all knew that Y/N's family was pureblood Slytherin's and death eaters, the Weasley's were even a bit unsure when Ron invited her over for the holidays when he found out that she refused to go home. Now it was clear that she was nothing like her family and wanted a different life, fighting for the good side of things.

Y/N shrugged, "I have to, or they will literally track me down." she mumbled as she noticed the tension in the room.

🪄

It was the time that she had dreaded for the past two weeks. The dinner that her mother had excitedly written to both of her kids about. To make matters worse for the Gryffindor girl, she knew it would be a death eaters meeting, seeing as almost everyone in Sean and Mattheo's group would be there.

"They're going to murder me." Y/N whispered to Sean as the youngest twin sat on her brother's bed as he laid out his suit. "I am a bloody Gryffindor, and everyone that's going to be here is Slytherin death eaters." The twins were still not close, but they were closer than previously due to her connection with Mattheo and after how Theo had treated her.

"I'll go down with you if they try anything." Sean promised as he noticed how distraught his sister looked. "Mattheo won't let anything happen to you either."

Y/N scoffed slightly at what her older brother had said, It was true that Mattheo was far from his parents when no one was around. But how would he act when multiple of his family's allies was in the same room? He had always acted a big stuck up or cold towards the girl whenever the Netteby's hosted Christmas parties and everything. "Our parents like you more, they'll make sure you live. They'll place the unforgivable spell on me."

"You'll survive." Sean promised before shoving his sister out of his room so he could get ready.

Y/N rolled her eyes before going to her room and getting ready. To blend in with everyone that was going to be at Nettleby manor, she had decided on another green dress. Something that would make her look mature but attractive at the same time. She quickly straightened up her hair and makeup before taking a couple deep breaths and heading downstairs to meet whatever fate was waiting for her.

"Y/N, you're late." Mrs. Nettleby scolded her eyes glaring at the girl in front of her. "You don't need to be a bigger disappointment than you already are." she muttered. A few of the other death eaters laughed at the mother's comment.

Y/N held her head high and stood up straighter, "Sorry mother." she muttered before stepping around her mother and going into the kitchen in her house.

"You don't walk away until I say I am done with you!" Mrs. Nettlby spoke harshly as her heels click-clack every time she stormed towards her daughter. "You should be grateful for the life that you have with us, we would have kicked you out if we didn't have a plan for you." she spoke in her normal harsh tone.

Y/N's eyes narrowed slightly as she starred at her mother, "Plan for me?" she asked wanting to know what the group of death eaters planned to do with her.

Mrs. Nettleby gave her daughter a wicked smile before she grabbed her daughter by the shoulder and pushed her out to where the group was waiting for her. "Our daughter wants to know what her main purpose is, I think it's time we elaborate."

Sean's expression changed as he noticed the harsh grip that his mother had on his sister. He knew that his family treated her different since she was sorted into Gryffindor, but he did not understand why. He went to speak up before Lucius Malfoy stepped in front of the group of Slytherin boys. "I think it's time for you to let the adults talk." He spoke monotoned to the group of boys.

"What are you going to do to my sister?" Sean asked the father of his friend. His glare was hard as he tried to figure out what the death eaters wanted with his sister.

Lucius gave him a dark look, "that is between us and her, Mr. Nettleby." He spoke before ushering the boys out of the room.

After the boys had left everyone gathered around the table, the grip Mrs. Nettleby had on her daughter tightened as discussion started around the group of his army. "Here is what you must do."

“They wouldn’t hurt her, would they?” Sean asked nervously as he waited for the adults to break the spell on the door.

Draco scoffed, “they would.” He spoke monotonously.

Theodore had been ignored by Mattheo and Sean, but he was even look nervous now. He may have a grudge held against his best friend, but he would admit that Y/N didn’t deserve to be tortured by the groupies in the den.

Before anyone could speak up the doors opened and Mr. Nettleby threw his daughter out before closing the doors again. The girl’s shoulders were already turned slightly purple from the grip and fingernails of her mother. Her once neat hair was how messy and her makeup was smudged. A red mark shaped like a handprint laid across her right cheek.

Y/N didn’t dare say anything, all she did was take her heels off and raced to her room. Sean went to follow her but was held back by Draco who knew that Mattheo would want to follow the girl. After all, it was the boy’s father’s followers that did whatever damage to the girl.

Y/N rushed to her room and quickly got her duffle, whatever she had left at home was going back with her to Hogwarts. There was no one she could risk coming home again.

“Y/N,” Mattheo’s voice spoke softly from the doorway of the girl’s bedroom. “What’s going on?”

“I’m leaving.” She whispered hoping that they couldn’t curse him to get it out of him. She knew her parents would find her at hogwarts, which made her worried. “I can’t stay here, not with what they’re expecting me to do.”

Mattheo cautiously stepped into the bedroom that he was slightly familiar with. He didn’t want to startle the girl seeing as she was in a vulnerable state. “What did they do?” He asked carefully, he noticed the way her eyes squeezed shut and a tear fell down. “Let me help you.”

Y/N turned to him fully, so he got the full view of her. Her cheek now a slightly different color due to the impact of whoever slapped her across the face. “You can’t help me, Teo.” She whispered on the verge of breaking.

“Let me try,” he pleaded, hating seeing the girl the way that she was currently. “I’ll try to fix it.”

“I have to get out of here,” she told him. “I have to go into hiding or something.” She mumbled as her eyes finally fully met his.

Mattheo stepped forward again and carefully reached out and grabbed her hand in a comforting way. “Tell me what they want you to do.”

“They want me to spy on Harry,” she whispered. His hand gave hers a big squeeze. Knowing that she was best friends with him, sure he hated Harry. Most of it being because of his father and everything that happened. “They want me to spy on the the Weasley’s as well.” She added her heart breaking as she spoke.

“Maybe we can figure something out,” Mattheo tried to reason but they both knew better. Death Eaters showed no remorse for anyone, not even their own kids. At least, the Nettleby’s didn’t. “We can find a way for you to make them happy but keep your friends safe.”

Y/N shook her head as more tears fell down, “that’s not the worse part.” She muttered as his hand went to rest on her cheek.

“I’m sure we can get through it.” Mattheo reassured, his thumb wiping away the tears as they fell.

“They’re going to force me to become like them.” She told the guy that she cared deeply for in front of her. Mattheo paled, knowing exactly what she meant. It was exactly what his father and mother had been planning for him since the plan to get his father back. “They’re forcing me to join your fathers army.”

That sentence was enough for Mattheo to fear for the girl in front of him. It was enough to feel his own heart break. Because someone so sweet, caring, and willing to help others did not deserve to have that life that he was destined to live.

Little note: hi! It’s been longer than I hoped and I’m sorry many things got in the way but here’s an update. I hope you enjoyed and we’re getting to the juicy stuff. I did change the plot a bit since this went from a George Weasley x reader (rough draft) and I did a full switch to Mattheo Riddle x reader. I think I’m going to start adding a word count at the beginning of my chapters just so I can keep track of how many words I usually write per chapter. Next update should be out soon! I’ve started writing requests but I’ll catch up with blogmas first! 🥰

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alohajun · 7 months

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♡ TREASURE’S REACTION WHEN YOU GIVE THEM THE SILENT TREATMENT

treasure x gn!reader | wc : 1.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, slight fluff, angst, mentions of wounds, mentions of arguments, use of petnames | request — hii can i request treasure reaction when you give them a silent treatment after an argument

CHOI HYUNSUK

🐷 as soon as he realizes you are giving him the silent treatment, he just walks away, letting you have some time to yourself while he does the same

🐷 broken between tryna speak to you and holding a vow of silence himself

🐷 he’s just pacing around the room, not knowing what to say or do because he’s practically fighting his own conscious

🐷 because if there’s two things our luis daniel gonsalves choi loves, it’s talking to you and hearing your voice

🐷 so after a lot of mental conflict, he’d stand in front of you, just blabbering whatever comes to his mind because he doesn’t know what else to do

🐷 and ofc, seeing how frustrated he is, you’d give in too, because you too can’t bear not talking to hyunsuk

🐷 "would you please forgive me so i can show you this song i wrote about you?"

PARK JIHOON

🐼 it literally is as impossible as it sounds bc there's no way jihoon would let you stay silent with him like that

🐼 "babe? what's up? are you not gonna talk to me? hm? okay, i see how it is."

🐼 couple minutes later, manz is in front of you, phone in ear as he speaks to you

🐼 "kyu is asking if you are down to hang out?" he'd ask, catching you off guard

🐼 there was no junkyu on the other line but ofc you didn't know that

🐼 you fell for his tactic as you replied, "yeah, sure."

🐼 jihoon would have a shit-eating grin on his face, blabbering smth to ensure you still believed he was talking to junkyu

🐼 "he's asking if you can make your brownies when you are coming?" "oh, okay, i can do that."

🐼 "kyu is also asking if you are still mad at me?" he'd try his luck, waiting for an answer

🐼 "no, not re—wait a minute!" you'd frown at jihoon, not amused by his little trick to get you to speak to him

🐼 "nuh–uh, you can't go back to your silence now. you already spoke to me, so keep it going."

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

🐯 fights with yoshi don’t escalate too far because he knows how to take a step back and let the rage blow over so you two can address the issue calmly

🐯 so until your anger blew over, you went on a vow of silence, not realizing how much it affected yoshi when you didn’t respond to him

🐯 he only approached you twice before walking away, and you thought he knew your silence was just your way of letting the rage blow over

🐯 because after all, that was his method too, right?

🐯 poor baby tiger was crying in his room, wondering if it was the end of your relationship

🐯 you’d walk into his room to see him crying, instantly feeling guilty when he explained why he was crying

🐯 you’d assure him with lots of love, letting him know you two weren’t breaking up any time soon

🐯 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part one

🐯 "don't do that to me, love. i really thought you wouldn't speak to me again."

KIM JUNKYU

🐨 after the end of an argument, bro thinks everything is magically resolved and back to normal

🐨 he’d just assume things like “oh, maybe y/n didn’t hear me” or “maybe y/n is focused on smth else” when you don’t respond

🐨 “dude, you do know y/n is mad at you, right?” jihoon would ask when he sees his best friend constantly try to speak to you and just wave it off when you didn’t respond

🐨 and that’s when the meteor of realization would hit junkyu, and he’d instantly be there by your side, apologizing for being an idiot

🐨 as he blabbers, you can’t help but laugh at his explanation, and you’d let him know that it was all in the past, just advising him to be more attentive the next time

🐨 “i am gonna be super attentive from now on, i promise. nothing is gonna get past me!”

TAKATA MASHIHO

🐹 if you wanted to be petty and give him the silent treatment, he’d do the same

🐹 the house is absolutely silent as you two just don’t make any effort to talk to the other

🐹 you will still do your work around the house, just without sharing a single word between the two of you

🐹 that is until mashiho hurts himself while cooking because even tho he doesn’t admit it, he’s a bit worried if he went too far with the argument you two had

🐹 immediately, you are at his side, taking care of his wound as you checked on him, repeatedly making sure he was alright as you made him sit

🐹 the two of you would start talking after that, forgetting about your vows of silence until mashiho would bring it up later at night because he wanted to resolve the issue for good

🐹 “next time we fight, we are not pulling any of those silent treatments. we are gonna talk it out like adults, okay?”

YOON JAEHYUK

🦁 bro very much worships you 🥹🫶

🦁 nah but like he'd malfunction if you don't talk to him after an argument

🦁 usually, y'all sort out of your issues just fine and get it out of the way so this silent treatment was totally new

🦁 "babe? baby? my love? y/n?"

🦁 his voice was getting more desperate with every word, brows furrowed as he panicked a little at the lack of your response

🦁 jaehyuk wouldn't leave your side, stuck to you as he tried to get you to speak to him again

🦁 the breaking point was when he'd tear up as he spoke to you, instantly making you throw your arms as you consoled him

🦁 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part two

🦁 "i'm really sorry, y/n. please just talk to me again. i'm sorry."

HAMADA ASAHI

🤖 asahi is pretty silent himself, so he instantly catches on when you don’t talk to him

🤖 he’ll run every possible scenario through his head regarding your lack of speech, and it’d land on the fact you two very recently had a disagreement

🤖 at first, he’d give you the space you need, thinking you’d come around after a couple of hours, but when it doesn’t work, he’s overwhelmed

🤖 will give his friends a call, because he’s unsure if he should give you more time or just fall at your feet and beg for mercy

🤖 thankfully, yoshi and mashiho had good advice for him, which asahi immediately carried out, approaching you and asking if you two could talk

🤖 once you nodded, he’d sit down and discuss the situation, wondering if it was because of the argument you two had

🤖 he’d apologize for driving you to the point where you had to give him a silent treatment for him to understand

🤖 “i'm sorry, my love. let’s promise to talk out our issues next time, okay?”

BANG YEDAM

🦊 like mashiho, yedam would give you the silent treatment as well

🦊 he thinks he’s winning, thinking he’s proving a point by joining you out of pettiness

🦊 but you weren’t backing down and he was getting slightly annoyed, so he’d resort to phase two of the plan

🦊 kissing the silence out of you

🦊 it’s just as simple as it sounds; yedam would kiss you all over your face until you had to talk to him

🦊 you two would be giggly messes as he pulled away, all the arguments forgotten as you two stared at each other, just happy to be together

🦊 “you can’t try that on me, babes. my kisses are a master of conflict resolution.”

KIM DOYOUNG

🐰 instantly picks up that you are giving him the silent treatment because he notices your lack of words

🐰 doyoung would recount whatever happened and will think about the argument you two had earlier, wondering if anything he said struck a chord with you

🐰 because fights with you two don’t end badly, since you two always to resolve things

🐰 he’d sit you down and talk it out, apologizing if he said anything out of line to hurt your feelings and you’d do the same, appreciating the fact he apologized

🐰 doyoung would defo crack a joke or two as soon as you resolve things, earning a playful punch from you at his words

🐰 “now explicitly describe exactly how painful it was for you to not talk to me.”

WATANABE HARUTO

🦙 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part one

🦙 he’d play along with your antics, shrugging and walking away when you wouldn’t respond to him

🦙 ruto would just behave as he usually does, just not talking as much because there wasn’t a point in doing so if you weren’t gonna respond

🦙 you’d soon catch onto his behavior, realizing your silent treatment was backfiring since he wasn’t reacting to any of it

🦙 but just as you are about to give in and talk to him, ruto will approach you, a worried look on his face because it’s been literal hours since you last spoke to him

🦙 “you aren’t going to break up with me, are you?”

🦙 and that’s when you realize it’s gone too far, quickly pulling him into your embrace as you apologized for letting things escalate this far

🦙 “i seriously hate you for this. but thank goodness, you aren’t that mad at me. i love you too much, it hurts.”

PARK JEONGWOO

🐺 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part two

🐺 literally scoffs in your face when you don’t respond to him

🐺 “oh, is this what we’re doing, huh?” 🙄😑🤔😤

🐺 will wait around a bit to see if you change up, but after a couple of hours if you still don’t talk, he’s gonna turn to his last resort

🐺 whining; manz is gonna annoy you into speaking to him again

🐺 but ofc after being with him for so long, you were unfazed which would then just deflate his mood

🐺 “are you really going to do this?” 🥺😭☹️🥹

🐺 you’d defo cave in after seeing his pouty face, giving him a kiss before talking to him again

🐺 “talk to me again, y/n, hm? please?”

SO JUNGHWAN

🐮 super king cow baby will be so pouty when you give him the silent treatment

🐮 even after he apologized, you wouldn’t utter a single word and just blankly stare at him, making him even sadder

🐮 after lots of pleads, hwan would defo get on his knees as he stood in front of you, absolutely no hesitation in begging you to speak to him

🐮 “i'm gonna stay like until you forgive me, so please talk to me, y/n.”

🐮 you though he was joking, you really did

🐮 but when he followed you on his knees when you walked around, you felt super bad, realizing he was super serious about his words

🐮 immediately kneeling next to him, you’d apologize for your childish behavior, checking on junghwan to see if he was hurt

🐮 if he was hurt, you’d feel super guilty, tears pricking your eyes, but junghwan would only smile, just happy to hear talking to him

🐮 “i'm fine. seriously, i am. i just wanted to hear you talk to me again.”

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atinyniki · 5 months

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it meant nothing.

group: tomorrow x together !

pairing: college bf!choi soobin x f!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, established relationsips, petnames, crying, kissing, mentions of cheating, lovers to exes to lovers again, break up and make up, soobin kisses another girl, injuries, mentions of blood, suggestive at the end, beomgyu is soobins roommate, soobin is referred to as bin and soob.

authors note: i write wayyyy too much angst :((( i should probably make them happier but my upcoming changbin fic is also angsty </3 this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 2132

everything comes crashing down at the sight of your boyfriend kissing her. sure, school has been a lot, but when is it not?

but this? nothing can compare to this pain. you lock eyes with him after he pushes her away, a crestfallen look on his face. you’re not sure why.

is it pity? is it regret? whatever it is, you don’t care to find out. you rush to the door, the crowd erupting in ‘boo’s and lots of yelling, making way for you to get out.

soobin chases after you of course, you’re not very surprised. “y/n! wait!”

you grab your phone and use the flashlight to clear the way, walking to your dorm. you can hear him chasing after you, but your pace only increases.

“y/n please! please just listen to me…”

“what’s there to listen to? you kissed a girl, big deal, you regret it. i know how the story goes, soobin, im not that naive.”

he winces at the sound of his name slipping from your tongue, the two syllables sounding disgusting coming from you.

“it’s not my fault, y/n! she came onto me, i swear!”

“isn’t that what everyone says? ‘it wasn’t my fault?’ nothing you say will change my mind. you kissed her, and that’s not fair to me. there’s nothing left to fix.”

“i didn’t want to kiss her…”

“yeah, well… seemed like you only pushed her away when i looked at you.”

you continue walking, and there’s another moment of silence. you know he’s still following, but you suspect he must just be going to his dorm.

that is, of course, until you hear the sniffles. “stop crying. this is your fault. i get that i haven’t been the best to you affectionately lately, especially because of finals, but that gives you no right to just… kiss other girls at random fucking parties.”

“i- i’m telling you… i didn’t want to kiss her.”

“sure.”

you finally make your way to your dorm, grabbing your keys from your bag. you turn around to see soobin still there.

this time around, he doesn’t fight it. he knows your hurting, and he knows you need space. he just prays you don’t need it forever.

you open the door, looking back at your now ex boyfriend for the last time. “text me if you change your mind. i’ll be waiting for you, love.”

you roll your eyes at the petname, walking into your home and quickly shutting the door from behind you.

you stop walking when you hear a sound from the door, similar to a whimper, and you look out your window. they’re tinted so that it’s a one way, and he has no idea you can even see him in this state right now.

he cries so hard that you can hear his voice cracking with every sound, and he finally gets up after a ten minutes, resting his head along the window you’re peeking through.

“i love you…”, it comes out muffled, but you can still hear it. a teardrop falls onto the glass as he finally accepts your decision. he walks down the steps to leave, when suddenly he slips, hitting his knee on the brick.

he lays there, unable to move due to his mental state, and just smiles up at the sky. the clouds flash a white, then return to their black color, finally pouring down onto him.

the blood from his knee washes away with the rain, but he doesn’t care about that. his wounds don’t matter to him anymore, it’s your wounds that are important.

you can’t bear to look at him anymore, but you check back every ten minutes to make sure he isn’t badly hurt.

the next time you check, he’s already gone, limping across the pavement and wailing. his tears mix with the rain water, disguising his sadness.

there has to be some way he can prove it to you. prove his love, prove his innocence. he needs you back. he needs you to believe him.

life without soobin feels different. it’s as if he’s been completely wiped from your life now that you’ve broken up with him. he hasn’t been to classes, nor is he there to drive you around.

you find comfort in your roommate, but it doesn’t feel the same as it was with soobin. now that you’re completely sober, it’s harder to think about what happened.

he kissed that girl just a week ago, but his words still replay in your head.

‘i didn’t want to kiss her’

he said it many times that night, maybe you should give him a chance to explain. you figure that’s the best idea, and quickly get ready to head to his dorm.

the walk is short, but it feels so much longer with your thoughts. there’s a terrible feeling in your gut, he hasn’t been to class at all. what if something happened to him?

was he really that hurt that he couldn’t even make it to his classes? you rush up the steps, knocking on the door.

beomgyu swings open the door, a smile erupting on his face as soon as he sees you. that means soobin is back right? gyu desperately needs some help with math.

“hey gyu… can i talk to soobin for a second?”

his smile instantly drops, and you suspect it’s because soobin doesn’t want to talk to you.

“what?”

“please? i know he’s probably upset, but—“

“i thought he was staying with you?”

you’re surprised at first, and then your heart just plummets into your stomach. “w-what? what do you mean…”

worry flashes over his face now, “i- he didn’t text me back after the party. i thought he stayed at your place…?”

you shake your head, “no… we broke up.”

“so… he’s not at your dorm… and he’s not at mine… have you seen him in any classes?”

you shake your head again, tears welling up in your eyes. what could’ve happened to him?

“um… i’ll call and check. i’m sure he just needs some space or something…”

you nod, the tears finally escaping your lashline. “let me know if you reach him. thanks gyu”

you dart down the steps before he can say another word. you hear him calling out your name from behind, but you can’t even focus on that right now.

you run all the way to the creek you always used to go to. this was your favorite place to have dates with soobin. the sun always shines perfectly here, but not today.

the clouds shroud the brightness of the sun, the dark grey sky ready to let go and pour down. and so it does, the heavy droplets hitting the rocks and drenching you.

the cool wind hits you too, making it even colder, but you don’t say anything. you let yourself drown in your feelings for a bit. what if it truly wasn’t his fault?

you let yourself cry, no one else being around to see you so weak. the rain is too loud for you to be able to hear the crinkling of the leaves behind you, the shrouded figure startling you.

you know who it is the second you see his injured knee, but you don’t say anything, too scared to face him. he sits down next to you, wordless and clearly afraid.

you can’t tell if he’s shaking because of the cold or because of his sobs, but you assume it’s a little bit of both.

whatever soobin did, you know that he still loves you, but you’re scared that he really did want to kiss that girl.

you use your pinky to grab onto his hand, holding it in yours. his heart cracks more and more, until he’s finally breaking down. the rain has finally stopped, but soobin still feels like he’s drowning.

his sobs are much clearer now that it’s quiet, and the guilt eats you up. you try to think of something to say, but nothing comes out.

luckily, he speaks first.

“what are you doing here?

“i wanted to talk to you. gyu told me you weren’t at the dorms. we were worried about you, you know.”

“i’m sorry… i just figured you needed some space…”

you clutch onto his hand tighter, letting him continue. “i know you might not want to talk about this right now, but… i promise she came onto me.”

you nod, still scared of course, but trying your best to understand him. his breathing gets heavier, almost sounding like he’s suffocating.

“i’d never try to hurt you, ever… and i regret what happened with every fiber of my being. i shouldn’t have been close enough for her to do that to me… i should’ve just stayed with you- and im… im so sorry”

“soobin…”

his breathing gets even heavier with his sobs, unable to even look at you. “i-“

“bin?”

“i- i can’t—“

“hey hey hey… deep breaths”

you guide him through it, inhaling and exhaling with him. you manage to calm him down, frowning. “soobin…”

“no… i- i have a video. her friend recorded it and sent it to me…”

“what?”

he struggles to unlock his phone, fingers still slippery, but he hands it to you. you watch him struggle to push her off, her hands gripping his wrists tightly. tears fall from your eyes again at the sight, why didn’t you trust him?

you look back up at him again, only to be met with a sobbing soobin again. “i’m so sorry… i know it’s selfish but… i need you”

you set the phone aside, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in for a hug. “soobin… i’m so sorry… i should’ve trusted you.”

“n-no, i know what it looked like. it’s okay…”

“no, i should’ve let you explain.”

a moment of silence passed, the only sound being the sniffles passed between you two and the leaves rustling in the wind.

“do you still want to break up?”

“what? soobin- no… i never wanted to break up… i just- i thought you kissed her on purpose. it seemed like the right thing to do, since i thought you just got bored of me”

he pulls you onto his lap, smiling and grabbing his phone back, making sure not to drop it into the creek.

“i know we’ve been very busy because of our studies, but i would never get bored of you.”

he strokes your hair out of your face, leaning into kiss your cheek. his actions are so tender, even after all the pain you’ve caused him, and you almost start crying again.

“how’s your knee?”

“oh- i… i think it’s okay. it’s not broken or anything, but—“

“i’m so sorry.”

“oh, it’s no biggie. i just slipped.”

“no soobin. i’m sorry for not listening. i wouldn’t have caused you so much pain otherwise.”

“it’s okay… you thought i kissed her. from the angle you saw, i would’ve thought so too.”

you cry into his shoulder once more, his warmth spreading through your entire body. if you weren’t focused, you probably wouldn’t even hear him whisper.

“i love you… y/n.”

you hadn’t heard those words from him in an entire week, but it felt like your heart was breaking again. he sounds so… small. tentative, almost.

as if he thinks you won’t say it back.

“i love you too, soob.”

he picks you up, kissing the tip of your nose and walking towards his dorm again. “soobin! i can walk by myself. if anything, i should be helping you. you’re injured.”

“for you, id travel miles by foot even if my legs were broken…”

“you’re so corny.”

he smiles softly, another tear leaving his eye. “w-wait, no- i didn’t mean it in a bad way”

“i know… i wasn’t crying about that. i just missed hearing your voice.”

“oh baby…”

you hug him a little tighter, leaving small kisses onto his neck to comfort him a little. you finally arrive at his dorm, and he carefully makes his way up the stairs.

you kiss him again before he can even get his keys out, and he smiles at you. but then you do it again. and again.

he unlocks the door, removing his keys and kicking the door open. your lips are still on his, a newfound motivation to make everything up to him.

“oh! you guys are… back…”

beomgyu watches the two of you rush into soobins room with wide eyes, confused as to what’s going on, but he just closes the front door and lays back on the couch.

before he can even turn the movie back on, a loud moan rips through the apartment. he groans, covering his face with a pillow.

this was going to be a long night.

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No Way Home (Pt. 1?)

Summary: After being hard at work after defeating Thanos, Stephen Strange has been told by Fury to make sure you stay in the Sanctum Sanctorum because you’ve been having troubles controlling your powers, however, after a stressful meeting with Peter Parker, you try to help him unwind a little, but he promises to be careful with your wounds after you were hurt fighting Thanos.

Parings: Stephen Strange x Reader (Mentions of Y/N, but not during smut parts)

Warnings: Spell use, language, No Way Home scenes (Actual Dialogue), Smut (Oral, p in v, unprotected, f on birth control), fingering, wound (no description), reader makes self deprecating jokes, choking, safeword, some aftercare, little fluff.

Word Count: 4004

“I’ve been practicing magic for years, teaching you everything I know, and here we are.” I chuckle a little as Stephen sighs at your every comment.

“I asked Wong to cast the maintenance spell, he’s not the best listener.”

“Well Wong has more important duties as the sorcerer supreme.”

“He wouldn’t be the sorcerer supreme if I hadn’t blipped for 5 years.” The coffee machine made a bubbling sound as it filled the rest of his cup and he walked towards you. “I don’t really understand why they didn’t make you the sorcerer supreme.” He takes a sip of his coffee as he stares down at you,

“Because she tries escaping the sanctum. We all know she has very powerful powers, that she can’t quite control yet and we need to keep her here until we know we can trust her.” Wong walks out of the kitchen, casting a portal and walking into it. “While I’m gone, you get babysitting duties.” You scoff, you know how to control your powers, you just choose not to listen to them.

“I don’t think she needs babysitting Wong.”

“Even if she doesn’t need it, she already follows you around like a puppy already anyways.”

“Yea I’ve noticed that…” He turns to look at you with his head tilted. “You have been clinging onto me like your life depends on it haven't you? Always by my side.” He smiles a little. You were surprised he’s only just now realizing it.

I only shrug.

“Well it’s cold down here, while you’re going back and forth between portals, Y/N and I are going upstairs where it's a little warmer.” He opens a portal to the upstairs, not wanting you to slip on the stairs… again…

“Alright. You keep an eye on that girl, she’s trouble.” Wong waves a finger and you smirk so he knows you’re already up to something as you all go through a portal.

“We are all in shock at this news today!” The lady on the TV talks and talks about everything boring as Stephen goes through some papers of research. “After this video was released from the now deceased Quentin Beck, also known as ‘Mysterio’ the entire world is shocked to see a teenage face under the famous ‘spiderman’ mask, a 17 year old Midtown high student named Peter Parker.” That’s not good.

“Oh boy.” You hear Stephen mumble behind you.

“How do you think he’s feeling about all of it” I stand up from the couch and walk towards Stephen who’s now looking at the TV as a clip from the video Mysterio recorded plays behind me.

“Well I’m sure he’s gonna find a way to make things worse. He’s on his way here right now actually.” He reaches to his right and his cape flies onto his back.

“How would you know that?”

“Y/N sweetie, I know everything.” He whispers softly into my ear, sending small butterflies through my belly as he walks past me and begins down the stairs. As I always do, I begin to follow behind him.

At the bottom of the stairs you hear a high pitched voice and Wong speaking back, and you see Stephen speaking as well. As you get halfway down the stairs, you see Peter Parker.

“The most famous person in the world, I know.” Wong enters through a portal, setting down several suitcases. “Wong.” He introduces himself quickly. “Try not to slip, we don’t have liability insurance.”

“Is all this for a holiday party?” You see Peter take a few steps forward, examining the sanctorum filled with snow and ice.

“No, one of the Rotunda gateways connects to Siberia. A blizzard blasted through.” Stephen leaves your side at the center of the staircase and floats down the steps with a coffee mug in his hands, slipping a little when he lands.

“Because someone forgot to cast the monthly maintenance spell to keep the seals tight.” He speaks as he reaches the last step.

“That’s right, he did, because he forgot I now have higher duties-”

“Higher duties?”

“The sorcerer supreme has higher duties, yes.”

“Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme-” Peter breaks their conversation and Stephen looks back at him.

“No, he got it on a technicality cause I blipped for five years.”

“Oh.” He looks at Wong. “Well, congratulations.”

Stephen starts back up. “If I’d been here, then I would have-”

“Burned the whole place down.” Wong walks in front of Stephen. “You two! No one said ‘stop shoveling’”

“So, Peter. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Stephen begins to walk to the fireplace.

“Right umm… I’m really sorry to bother you, sir, but-”

“Please, we saved half the universe together, I think we’re beyond you calling me sir.” You started to walk down the stairs to them, smiling softly at Wong as he helped the two people shovel snow.

When you enter the room, you see Stephen lighting the fireplace with some magic.

“Okay, uh, Stephen-”

“That feels weird. But I’ll allow it.”

“Uh, when, um… when Mysterio revealed my identity, my entire life got screwed up.” You stood at the entrance, staring at the fireplace with Peters back to you as he spoke. “And, I was wondering… I mean, I don’t really know if this would actually work, but I was wondering if… maybe you could go back in time and make it so that he never did?”

“Peter, we tampered with the stability of spacetime to resurrect countless lives. You want to do it again now just cause yours got messy?”

“This isn’t- It’s not about me. I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My uh… my Aunt May. Happy. My best friend, my girlfriend… their futures are ruined. Just because they know me and they’ve… done… nothing… wrong…?” Peter pauses randomly as he finishes his sentence, you assume his spider sense is catching onto something so you use your own magic to summon some knives.

Suddenly, he quickly turns around and a string of white liquid shoots out at your left hand, sticking it to the table next to you.

“Y/N?!” Peter walks towards you when he realizes who it is. “Oh my God, I thought you were dead!” He gets closer and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Yea, hey Pete.” He hugs you tighter and you use your free hand so gently hug him back.

“Have you been here the whole time?” He finally pulls away from you, both of his hands gently rest on your shoulders. “Sorry I shot a web at your hand, I guess my spider sense still recognizes you as Martyr.” You took a deep breath when he said that name. You haven’t been Martyr for a long time. Just as Bucky hasn’t been The Winter Soldier for a long time, but yet you both still have to be locked up in separate places.

“Well that’s unfortunate isn’t it Peter?” I mumble and Peter lets go of me, easily ripping the web fluid off my hand. “Good thing I’m not anymore, or I swear I wouldn’t be stuck in the sanctum right now.” Peter looks down at you confused. Then he looks up at Stephen.

“Why isn’t she allowed to leave?”

“Because she’s not completely safe yet. Last time we tried bringing her to the store so she could get something for her drawings, she lashed out on a random civilian because they accidentally ran into her backside with their shopping cart.” He sighs and looks at you. You were smiling, clearly proud of yourself. “You should’ve seen the look of fear on that poor womans face as Y/n-”

“Okay, I think you and Peter were talking about something more important before he almost attacked me, Strange.” I cut him off, not wanting to relive the embarrassing memory.

“Right, I am so sorry Peter, but even if I wanted to… I don’t have the Time Stone Anymore.” Strange drops the subject quickly and refocuses on Peter.

“That’s right.” He groans a little. “I’m really sorry if I wasted your time.”

“No, you didn’t-”

“Forget about it.” Behind you, Wong picks up his suitcases and joins the conversation again.

“Oh, he will. He’s very good at forgetting things.”

There's a pause.

“Wong, you've actually generated a good idea…”

“What?”

“The Runes of Kof-Kol?” Peter looked at Strange questionably.

“The Runes of Kof-Kol?”

“Oh, it’s just a standard spell of forgetting. It won’t turn back time, but at least people will forget that you were ever Spider-Man.”

“Seriously? That would be-” Your heart beated quickly when Peter's interest rose in Kof-Kol. You and Wong both spoke at the same time.

“No, not seriously!” Wong turns from you to Strange. “That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It’s too dangerous.”

“We’ve used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party at Kamar-Taj?”

“No…?”

“Exactly.” Strange waits for a moment before speaking again. He doesn’t even bother addressing you since you weren’t anywhere near being allowed to tell him no. “Come on. Wong… hasn’t he been through enough?”

You watch as Wong's face softens, behind him, another portal opens to Kamar-Taj. “Just leave me out of this.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” Wong enters the portal and it closes quickly behind him. Then Strange turns to Peter and has a friendly grin on his face.

The scene in the ancient chamber plays. Strange attempts to cast the spell, Peter keeps changing it mid spell, Strange gets mad at Peter.

Upstairs, everything starts shaking and you look over as a relic falls apart when one of the apprentices tries to hold onto it for support. You quickly make your way down to make sure everything is alright.

“Did it work?” Your voice shook as you looked around and saw Strange visibly angered.

“No. He changed my spell six times-”

“Five times.” You both looked over at Peter who now looked nervous again.

“You changed my spell! You don’t do that! I told you-” He looks at the trapped spell in the centre of the room. “And that is why!” You all look towards the orb with the tiny spell inside. “That spell was completely out of control. If I hadn’t shut it down, something catastrophic could have happened!”

“Stephen, listen, I am so sorry-” "Peters voice shakes.

“Call me sir”

Everything is quiet for a moment as you watch the exchange, already developing a way to talk to Strange who you felt was being way too hard on Peter.

“Sorry, sir…” Peter mumbled.

“You know, after everything we’ve been through together, somehow I always forget you’re… you’re just a kid.” You watch as Peter looks down, clearly feeling ashamed of himself. “Look, Parker.” His tone softens. “The problem is not Mysterio. It’s you.” You shoot Strange a daring look, he knows he’s already pressing too far on Peter. “Trying to live two different lives, and the longer you do that the more dangerous it becomes, believe me.” He pauses for a moment. “I’m so sorry about you and your friends not getting into college. But if they rejected you, and you tried to convince them to reconsider, there’s nothing else you can do.” We all stand in silence for a moment and we watch as Peter's face changes slightly.

“When you say “Convince them” you mean like I could have called them?”

“Yea.”

“I can do that?”

“You haven’t called the-”

“Well I mean, I got their letter and I assumed that that was-” You finally cut in.

“I’m sorry, are you telling us that you didn’t think to call and plead your case with them first before you asked Strange to brainwash the entire world?” I asked him more calmly than Strange would have.

“Well, I mean, when you put it like that, then-.”

_____

“I can’t believe that kid. He’s fought a giant purple goblin, and he can’t think of calling a college and talking to them for reconsideration?” He speaks angrily and you follow him into his room.

“You know, I think I might be able to get into the college if I applied.” You watch as he sits on the edge of his bed. “I mean, I’m basically also twenty-three just like Peter, just a bit more complicated.”

“Complicated because you've been a runaway since you were 8, then blipped at 17?”

“Yea complicated because of that.” You put your knees on his bed and make your way behind him. “But you’re way too hard on him, you’re hard on me too.”

“Not as hard on you as I am on him though, I could never yell at you.” You sit up on your knees and place both of your hands on his shoulders, starting to gently massage his muscles.

“You’ve yelled at me plenty of times before Mr. Strange.” I whisper close to his ear and continue to massage him.

“Yes but that was before we all fought a giant grape.” He sighs a little and tilts his head slightly to the side, taking a deep breath as your hands begin to relax his muscles. “And if I can remember clearly, you used your powers to heal Stark. And you also used your powers to find Thanos.” He leans back a little against your front. “Tell me, if it wasn’t your dad who used the glove, if it was someone else like Clint or Scott, would you still have used your powers to save them?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well because when you use your Saint, you're taking the pain out of their body and putting it into your own body, and you also move their wounds from theirs to yours.”

“Well, I still would’ve Sainted them. Maybe not you though.” You giggle a little as he turns around and grabs you by the waist.

“Oh really?” You reach down to try pulling his hands off of your waist, laying back as he presses forward on top of you.

“No of course not really.” You laugh as he lays on top of you with one of his knees between your thighs. “You should consider telling Fury that it’s safe for me to leave. I know how to control my powers…”

“Yea, you do, but the second you leave the Sanctum I won’t be able to find you again unless you come to find me for something.” He moves until he's stradling your legs, one of his hands is pressed onto your lower abdomen, and his other hand rests on his thigh as he sits back on his heels.

“Well yea, I like to have my freedom.” You sigh a little as he leans down slowly and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, making you smile softly.

“You have your freedom as long as you’re by my side.” He gently moves his hand down to the end of your shirt and slowly glides his hand carefully over your stomach. “You know.” His voice drops to a whisper as he pauses for a moment and runs his hand over your smooth skin. “You were 17 during the blip… does that make it still wrong for me to touch you? Or will you consider yourself to be twenty-two for me?” He grins as he leans down again, his lips gently brushing against your cheek and gently trailing along your jaw and neck.

“I can be twenty-two for now… If you want.” You feel your body heating up and you’re sure he could smell you.

“You smell so sweet…” He mumbles as he leans back to press kisses to your stomach and thighs.

Thanks to your powers and the way you were built, when you're turned on, people can smell your arousal no matter how heightened their senses are. One of the reasons you feel awkward around Steve and Barnes.

You could feel his tongue slowly trail wet licks between your thighs. His large hands caressing your thighs and gently moving up to grab your hips.

“You look so beautiful…” He lays one more kiss to your stomach as he leans back up and connects his lips to yours in a long kiss. You reach up to wrap your arms around the back of his neck, keeping him close as he wraps one of his arms around the back of your waist to lift your body against his.

“You know you’re really pretty too…?” You whisper softly with a quiet laugh as he chuckles and lays more kisses to your neck, making you involuntarily arch your back up to get closer to him. Now you could really feel your body heating up. Your lips part slightly as you start to breathe more heavily, and he admired your breasts move slightly as your chest moved up and down. You blush when you see him lick his bottom lip like a starved lion and you were his prey.

“Are you feeling any better? Or do I still have to wait…” You look down a little as you watch him run his hand down to where you were stabbed while fighting Thanos.

“I think I’ll be fine, just be careful if you grab my waist.” With that, he wraps both arms behind my back and moves me until we’re both lying on the bed.

“Remind me of our safeword, my rose…” He speaks softly as he begins to unbutton your blouse and skirt.

“Jumanji.”

“We really need to work on your safeword…” As soon as he finishes speaking, you feel something wrap around your wrists and you look up to see a string of his orange magic attach both of your wrists to the bed.

Fuck

He admired how you looked. Strapped down on his bed as he towered over you.

“You are so fucking perfect you know that?” He growls a little as he grinds against your thigh, his hard length making you whimper a little.

“You don’t have to sweet talk me to turn me on you know…”

“I’m just speaking the truth.”

“That’s not the truth.” He reaches up and grabs onto your chin almost painfully and forces you to look into his eyes.

“Y/N.” His voice was daring. “You’re beautiful and if you ever start to think otherwise, I swear I’ll fuck you until you can’t even comprehend what the word ugly even means. I’ll have you screaming my name and telling me how beautiful you are then when you finally believe I’ll bend you over until you apologise for ever believing you’re not.” He stares into your eyes a moment longer before pressing a rough kiss to your lips.

You kissed for what felt like hours, and honestly you wished it had never stopped.

When he felt your legs open from under him, he couldn’t resist touching you. His hand slid down until he could feel your sensitive skin. “Fuck” He mumbled as he began to rub over your clit with his fingers, making your hips buck up in response.

“Please…” you breathe quietly as his fingers spread you lips, playing with your clit as you continue to buck against his hand, a quiet moan escaping your lips as he leans down, removes your panties, and roughly brings his tongue down to lick you from your opening to your clit. Repeating the movement two more times before diving his tongue into you, tasting your sweet hole.

“You always taste so fucking good…” He begins to lean back up your body, rubbing the bulge in his pants against your thigh before running his hand down and rubbing your clit again, teasing your entrance with one of his fingers before pushing two of his fingers into your hole. “Fucking perfect…” He curls his fingers to perfectly hit that spot inside of you that drives you wild while his thumb runs rough circles over your clit.

He began to plunge his two fingers in and out of you, causing you to moan in pleasure.

You began to moan more wildly as his movements became more urgent and you felt a familiar heat rise inside of your lower stomach.

The more you moved, the more he struggled to keep you still. He leans up a little, placing his free hand on your hip to hold you down as he adds a finger to your tight hole. “Cum for me little rose… cum on my fingers like a good girl…” His voice makes your head go foggy and your eyes flutter. You throbbed as you felt the pleasure course through you, rushing through you like a waterfall, and you whined at the feeling of his fingers leaving your hole. Making you lay there in breathy moans.

You watch as he brings his finger up to his lips and licks your arousal off his fingers, then he leans his face over yours, pressing a gently kiss to your temple, then pulling back and resting his hand over your throat before pressing down with his weight onto your throat, making you gasp. “Open.” He demands.

As you open your mouth, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your bottom lip, then leans back to spit into your mouth, moving a little with one of his hands still circling your throat and his other hand gently resting on your waist. “Swallow.”

And you did.

As much as you hated it when people saw you as vulnerable and weak, you swallow his spit. “Good girl..” He growls as he finally positions himself between your legs and you whine as you feel the tip of his cock against your hole, before slowly pushing himself inside of you. Stay quiet, he doesn’t like it when you’re loud during the day.

“Stay quiet…” He growls quietly into your ear before beginning to slowly move inside of you, easily brushing himself against your G-spot everytime he moves, making you arch your back off the bed, begging for more movement as you moan quietly.

“Shhh… M’not goin n’y faster n’til I know y’can take me slow…” He mumbles, continuing to move slowly inside of you, being careful not to grip your waist where you had been hurt.

After you stayed quiet for a few moments, he began to move more quickly, pulling out before slamming back into you.

“Fuck you’re so perfect…” He gently grabbed onto your hip with one hand, and squeezed your throat tighten with his other hand, making your moans become more desperate.

Suddenly you feel warm, and your body starts to shake as you feel yourself come close to another orgasm.

“Fuck, rosey, you feel so good… cum on my cock…” He squeezes your throat tighter, making you gasp a little for air. “Fuck, please tell me you’re still on birth control…” He leans up a little, releasing your throat and pressing both of his hands flat onto your waist, causing a wave of pain to shoot through your body as he accidentally presses his palm onto your wound, but it quickly numbs as it’s mixed with the next orgasm that tears through your body and you feel a warm liquid fill my hole as he carefully pulls out.

“Fuck I’m sorry if that hurt…” He gently runs his hand over the large bandage covering your wound.

“M’ okay…” You mumble. “M’ okay…”

“Okay.” He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, then he stands up off the bed and walks into the bathroom, coming back out with a warm towel.

With the wave of his hand, the magic that was restraining your wrists disappears and he kneels next to you on the bed, gently cleaning both of your liquids off your thighs.

“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go Y/N” He finishes cleaning the mess and watches as you sit up.

“I don’t mind never leaving…” You mumble. He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on your lips, you smile and kiss him back.

“I love you, rose bud…”

“Love you too…”

#doctor stephen strange #doctor strange #x reader #strange x reader #stephen strange #marvel #smut #marvel smut #no way home #spiderman no way home #peter parker #wong

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Unlikely familiar - Chapter 3

Pairing: God Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Magic/royal AU, fluff, romance, soulmates, falling in love, God Levi, wizard Hange, witch reader.

Concept: Two people from your past turn up at your home causing old wounds inside you to open. You reveal some of your pain to Levi and open up to him more. You have a meeting with the two only for a fight to break out. You have a moment alone with one and talk a little about why you are where you are.

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Part 4

Levi hugged you tightly with his face against your stomach and whined a little. “Do not leave the bed, my little spell bunny.”

You played with Levi’s hair. “I have to welcome our guest. You will need to act as my familiar today.”

“I can’t cuddle and play with you as a familiar.”

You hummed in thought. “True, but I can cuddle you and give you kisses as a cat. You can sit on my lap all the time or lie over my shoulders.”

He let out a huff. “Fine.”

You cupped his face and kissed the end of his nose. “You’re so sweet. You always make me smile.”

Levi sat up and gazed at you with a sparkle in his eyes. “That’s all I ever want.”

Your heart raced in your chest. “You care so much about me. It’s hard to process sometimes.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “If I had my way, we would live in my old wooden home here on this land for all eternity. I would spoil you by getting you everything and anything you desire.”

“I don’t want or need much.”

“Tch.”

You laughed a little. “Don’t you start tutting at me.”

He pouted and looked away. “You’re mean to me.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

He let black smoke wrap around him before he turned into a sweet black cat with a little white cravat. “You better hug me a lot like this.”

You scooped him up and squeezed him. “So cute!” You covered his face in kisses making him purr. “You’re adorable. I will never stop cuddling and kissing you.”

Levi nuzzled his head under your jawline. “Good.”

You slipped out of bed and placed him down. “I have to change.”

“You can use magic for that.”

You hummed. “I haven’t learned those spells yet.”

Levi jumped off the bed and ran around you and rubbed himself against your legs. He wrapped his tail around your leg and then flicked. He watched as his magic worked its way around your body and dress you in a cute long dress with your witch hat on your head. He purred in delight at how wonderful you made the outfit look. You were perfect.

You walked over to your mirror and smiled. “I love it, thank you, Levi.” You twirled around. “I look like a Goddess of witches.”

“Perhaps you are.”

You scooped him up into your arms. “I highly doubt that, but thank you for the compliment.”

Levi nuzzled against you. “Comfy. I could sleep like this.”

“You’re adorable.” You walked out of your room and met Hange in the hall at the top of the stairs. “Morning, Hange. Sorry about the visit today.”

Hange smiled softly. “Can’t be helped. He’ll come over and do his checks and then bugger off for a while.”

You giggled at her reaction. “You’re right. We’ll get this over and done with then enjoy our home.”

“I don’t know what he’s going to do here because we don’t have helpers in the home. We use magic to clean and cook.”

“We’ll just have to try our best.”

Hange sighed then looked at Levi in your arms. “Cute cat! Can I pet?”

Levi glared at her. “Tch, only my little witch can.”

“Oh! That’s Levi?”

You hummed a laugh. “Yes. He has issues with Heimdall as I do. So, I thought it’d be best for him to go to the meetings as a cat because right now, Levi has scales and horns.”

Levi nuzzled your neck. “Forgive me. I still hold a lot of rage inside me for what was done to me.”

“Don’t worry Levi, I adore you just the way you are.”

Hange smirked. “So, a month and a bit have passed and you two have already confessed your love and fucked, huh?”

You blushed hard. “N-No.”

Levi tilted his head. “Love? She knows I do.”

You moved through the front door and waited outside. “Well, you’ve called me your soulmate but you haven’t said love.”

Levi gazed at you. “You know I do.”

Hange patted Levi’s head. “Sometimes it needs to be said to reassure someone.”

Levi licked your neck. “Forgive me. I will confess what is in my heart when this disgusting mage is gone.”

You smiled a little. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I don’t feel that way.”

You stood up straight. “They’re here.”

Levi climbed up your body and wrapped around your shoulders and neck. “I will rest up here.”

You fussed Levi’s head. “I hope you’re comfy.”

“I am.”

You let out a long sigh as the white and gold carriage arrived with butlers and maids climbing out of the carriage from behind. You saw them hurry around the white carriage and get everything out as if they were catering for royalty. Your nose scrunched up when the carriage door opened and Heimdall stepped out with his low-cut shirt, a jacket with a long tail, tight trousers and long boots. His hair was long and white with a few short pieces framing his face. His skin was lightly tanned and his eyes golden. His face was defined with a noticeable jawline, long elegant nose and soft lips.

You whined as he walked closer to you. “I wish I could crawl into a hole.”

Levi nuzzled your neck. “I’m right here.”

Hange reached over and held your hand. “Me too.”

Heimdall walked over to you with a smile on his face as he said your name. “Wonderful to see you again.” He eyed Levi. “With a familiar too. I haven’t seen a cat one in a long time.”

You turned your head and kissed Levi. “He’s the best.”

Heimdall referred to his side. “I’m glad. Oleander? Flowers please.”

You went white when you saw a man you wished you could never see again. Oleander was your ex and he was a wicked man. He was tall and handsome with a slender face, piercing icy blue eyes, tousled black hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. Oleander was the perfect knight and guard to the mages of light and it seemed he was now the Captain of the guards. He was smooth and strong, but cold in his words. He was possessive of you but in a bad way. He made you feel like you were worthless and only he could give you worth. He made you feel so lonely and your world only consisted of him and you. Oleander was very much like the plant he was named after, poison.

Oleander smirked when he saw you, the gentle smile on his pale face making him look beyond handsome. He offered you a bouquet. “Been a while.”

You shook a little as you took the flowers. “Mm.”

Heimdall smiled. “You know each other?”

Oleander clenched his jaw and spoke in a cold tone. “We know each other rather deeply and intimately.”

You shook as tears filled your eyes and memories of what Oleander did to you flooded into your mind. You dropped the bouquet and covered your mouth with your hand. “S-Sorry.”

Heimdall dropped to one knee and picked up the flowers. “Is everything okay?”

You took Levi off your shoulders and held him tightly. “Yes. Thank you for the flowers. Um…were they from you?”

“Yes, my darling.”

Hange stood between you and Heimdall. “Are you staying for a bit? We don’t have the facilities for you to stay a night. What I mean is, it’s just me and my friend here. We don’t have any staff to wait on you.”

Heimdall chuckled and waved to his staff. “Not to worry, I have brought my staff.”

“How long are you staying?”

“Three days.” He smiled as his staff rushed into the castle. “We have a lot to do.”

Hange gulped. “Well, I don’t think we have enough rooms.”

“Do not worry. I will be staying in the castle with some staff. My guards will be camping out here.”

Oleander stepped to the side so he could see you. “It is a shame I am out here with the guards because I would have enjoyed catching up with you. Perhaps we should have tea together.” He walked right up to you. “I will not take no for an answer. You owe me some answers.”

Levi hissed at Oleander making the Captain of the guard step back. Levi growled a little as his tail flicked.

Oleander pulled a face as he looked at Levi. “Your cat is horrible.”

You hugged Levi. “He’s a good boy whom I care about a lot.”

Heimdall ushered you away from Oleander and towards the castle. “Show me around your home. I want to know what life you’ve been living since you left the city.”

You hugged Levi and looked back at Oleander eyeing you. “Uh, a short tour and then I’m heading to my room. I’ve been training my powers and I get tired easily.”

“A small tour and then a rest.”

You welled up and nodded. “Yes.”

He followed you around the castle as you told him about each part there was. He stopped inside his room as his staff arranged it the way he would like. He smiled softly before turning to you. “Thank you for welcoming us with open arms, though it seems there is something dark between you and my Captain.”

You lowered your head. “I just…I don’t want to be alone with him.”

“Did he do something to you?”

You couldn’t look Heimdall in the eyes. “I’m not ready to talk.”

Heimdall cupped the side of your face which irritated Levi. “Let me give you some healing light, okay? It’ll soothe you.”

You closed your eyes and relaxed a little, but it wasn’t enough. “Thanks.” You smiled a little at him. “I look forward to catching up with you tomorrow. I hope you enjoy your stay here. I must rest.” You bowed your head to him. “Rest well.”

“Thank you.”

You parted ways and hurried to your room. You locked the door and put Levi down. “Mm.” You rubbed the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Levi.”

Levi twisted into smoke and appeared before you in his normal form. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “My sweet spell bunny. What’s wrong?”

You fell into Levi’s arms and cried. “I hate him.”

Levi picked you up and carried you to your bed. “Hate who? Which one hurt you?”

“Oleander.”

“What happened?”

You rubbed your tears away. “Before I came here, I was at the mages of light. There are so few of us mages that we all try to stay together. While training there, I met Oleander. He followed me around a lot and looked after me. Soon our friendship turned into something romantic.”

“Tch, I hate him.”

You smiled a little. “Why because he had me before you?”

“Yes.”

You tapped your forehead against Levi’s shoulder. “He was my first. However, while together umm…he started becoming very possessive of me. He isolated me so I had no friends.” You shook a little. “He made me feel like I was weak and pathetic. He mocked me often, but would chase up the mocking with comments that only he could ever love someone as broken as me.” You hugged Levi and pressed your face against his pecs. “He never hit me or raised his voice, but the way he looked at me and talked down to me…I was like a trophy more than someone he loved. I thought for a long time that no one could love me and it took a lot of effort for him to love me.”

Levi’s heart broke for you. He ran his hand over your head. “I’m sorry.”

You whimpered. “The crazy thing is I did everything I could to keep him around and to love me, but he went away to the border for a while for training to make him captain and not having him around helped me to see the mistake I was making. I reached out to my friend Erwin, who was a teacher at the mages of light and he helped me leave and he left there too. I went off on my own for two years before coming here to finish my training.” You rubbed your tears. “I feel safe here and Hange makes me feel special, that my powers are good and that I’m not useless or a defective mage.”

Levi frowned. “He called you a defective mage?”

You nodded and sniffed. “Yeah, because all mages use light magic and I don’t. Hange, Erwin and I are different.” You smiled a little at Levi. You reached up and cupped Levi’s face. “The best part of all this was meeting you. I never thought I’d be so adored, appreciated and cared for but you proved to me that I am lovable.” You leaned up and kissed Levi. “I love you.”

Levi blushed hard. “I love you too. I love you so very much and so deeply.” He covered your face in kisses before crashing his lips against yours. “My love.”

You giggled. “Mine.” You hugged Levi and sighed. “I love your appearance, but if you didn’t have the horns and scales I could tell them both I’m with you.”

Levi smiled a little. “Take a look at me.”

You pulled back and looked at Levi to see his horns were gone. “Levi…”

“Do you still like me? I’ve changed a lot.”

You lightly touched his face. “You’re so handsome. I always think you’re handsome.” You rubbed his soft jawline. “Does this mean you’re slowly letting go of your revenge and rage?”

“Yes, but Heimdall reminds me of…” He clenched his fist. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be so angry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You have every right to be angry.” You held his blackened hands with scales. “I have an idea.” You massaged his hands making gloves appear on them. “Here you go.”

Levi admired his hands. “These gifts?”

“Yes. It’s so we can be together around those two and you can protect me if I get too scared.”

Levi hugged you and flopped down on his side. “I’m so happy. I can be with you and you gave me a gift. I’m so happy.”

You snuggled against Levi. “You make me happy.”

Levi closed his eyes with a soft smile on his face. “Good.”

Levi hugged you from behind and began nipping your shoulder over and over as you lay in bed together. He nuzzled the back of your neck and inhaled your natural scent deeply. “You smell perfect.”

You rolled over and faced Levi. “Good morning and thank you.”

Levi leaned up and looked down at you. “Is today the day you announce our relationship to those men?”

You blushed. “Yes.”

Levi showered your face in kisses. “Perfect.” He pressed his lips against yours and sighed through his nose. “I want to stay in bed with you all day.”

“I would love to, but I must be a host.”

Levi jumped off you and pulled you off the bed. “I will dress you in something wonderful.” He twirled you around causing a sweet long dress to wrap around your body. “You look like a goddess again.”

“Well, I am your goddess.” You giggled. “Right?”

He smirked. “Right.”

Your eyes widened as Levi made his outfit appear. He looked pure perfection in a black suit with a long cravat white cravat. His collar was high and the trimming inside, the cuffs and the big lapels were dark green and lined with gold. You gulped hard as he approached you. You had never seen Levi in princely current clothes before, he was always wearing his old traditional clothes which you loved.

Levi adjusted the gloves you made him. “Do I appear as if I fit in?”

You whined a little. “Y-Yes. You look incredible.”

“Thank you.” He lifted your hand and kissed your fingers. “I want to look like I belong with you.”

“You do with your Viking clothes.”

He blushed a little. “How kind of you.” He took your left hand and kissed the back of it. “Master.”

You whined. “Don’t look at me like that and call me master.”

He smiled at how cute you were. “Why not? Does it turn you on?”

You looked away from him and mumbled. “More than you know.”

“Interesting.”

You flinched. “That was supposed to be an internal thought and not said out loud.” You turned and grabbed your door. “I have to leave.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and bit your neck. “You’re not going anywhere.”

You giggled in delight then looked up to see Heimdall in the hall about to knock on your door. “Heimdall, hello.”

Heimdall stared at Levi. “Who is this man?”

Levi squeezed you. “I am her soulmate and lover.”

“I did not know you were taken.”

You blushed. “We’ve been a couple for over a month.”

“This was not approved by the order.”

You squeezed Levi’s upper arms. “I’m not part of the order. I left.”

Heimdall released a long sigh. “You should be with a person of magical abilities.”

Levi offered his hand making lights and water swirl around. “Does this prove anything?”

“You…but…you haven’t been to the academy!”

Levi kissed your neck. “I’m from a different land. I came here because I heard there were magic things here. So, I travelled here and found this little witch and fell in love.”

Heimdall stared at you. “Witch?”

You smiled softly. “I picked the title instead of mage. I prefer it.”

“Mm.”

Levi released you and leaned in the doorway and stood between you and Heimdall. “I believe today you are supposed to discuss a few things with my lover?” He moved towards Heimdall. “Shall we go?”

“Fine.”

Levi took your hand and pulled you against him. “Allow me to escort you today.”

You kissed Levi’s cheek. “Thank you.” You felt less nervous now, but there was still a clenching in your gut. You were terrified of what might be said and possibly being pulled away from Levi. You squeezed Levi a little and hoped that everything would play out fine over these three days. “Just that room there.”

Heimdall looked back at you. “Actually, we are having our meeting outside. You have such a wonderful land.” He led you outside to a sitting area all set up by him. “I hope you don’t mind, but we have a guest.”

You looked over at Oleander sitting at the table. “Levi.”

Oleander stood up as Levi shielded you. “Good morning.” He softly said your name and walked over. “You look decent this morning.”

You gripped Levi’s back and hid more. “Levi.”

Oleander glanced at Levi. “Levi? Who are you?”

Heimdall sighed. “Apparently, they are lovers. He is from another land and he has powers.”

“They shouldn’t be together. There are rules and laws.”

Levi led you to a seat. “They do not apply to us. We have actively chosen not to be a part of the mages of light.” He glared at them. “You have no say over her life, even if she was a part of your group.”

Heimdall sat down. “I am sensing this great tension. Was there something I missed?”

Levi poured you a drink. “Have this.”

You helped the cup and smiled. “Thank you.”

Oleander slammed his hand on the table. “I will not stand for this.”

Heimdall gazed at his Captain. “Speak your issue.”

“She…she and I were a couple.”

“What?”

Oleander clenched his fist tightly making his glove groan. “We were a couple. I went to the borders for two weeks and when I returned she was gone. She left nothing behind, no note, no word, nothing. As far as I’m concerned, we are still a couple. I demand her back.”

Levi snarled. “You don’t touch her.”

Oleander flipped the table and grabbed you making you scream. “I’m taking what is mine.”

Levi stood up. “Give. Her. Back.”

Oleander dropped you when a boulder slammed into him. “Ugh!”

You closed your eyes and thought about good things making you fly. “Levi!”

Oleander got up and pulled out his sword as magic engulfed it. “I don’t care who you are or what you can do, I will take my woman back.”

Heimdall placed a wall of light between both men. “Enough! Oleander we need to talk about this and you need to allow her to give you a reason for her actions.” He sighed. “You also need to respect that Levi is romantically involved with her.”

“She was mine.”

“And now she’s not.” He looked over at you. “We have a lot to talk about. Get over here and tell me what in the world is going on. You’re flying, my Captain is all over you and your lover seems to be more powerful than most.”

You floated down and whined. “Okay, we’ll talk.” You leaned up and kissed Levi. “Be good.”

Levi relaxed. “Okay.”

You hurried over to Heimdall. “Let’s go for a walk.”

Heimdall walked with you to the pier. “Explain yourself.”

You clutched your chest. “I have been training hard and taught myself how to fly.”

Heimdall smiled. “Well done. I’m proud of you. You’re on a high level of magic. You should be a high mage like me. You should be standing by my side back in the city.”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to do that. I want to learn magic in nature and be at peace. I love being here and I’m happy here. I was not happy in the city.”

He released a long sigh. “I am sorry you found no comfort there.” He reached over and placed his hand on your shoulder. “I have failed as the leader of the mages of light.”

You pulled a little face and placed your hand on Heimdall’s. “I appreciate the concern, but my choice will not change. I want to stay here. I’m not like the mages of light. I cannot do what you and others do. My magic is different, so I will remain here.”

He nodded and hummed in response. “Right. Now, tell me about you and my Captain.”

“We dated for a while and it wasn’t good.”

He tilted his head. “What did he do?”

You gulped hard. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay? It’s too…I’m not ready.”

He narrowed his eyes and then looked over at his Captain. “You seemed scared of him.”

“He’s a cold man, okay?” You stood in front of Heimdall to make him look at you. “He went away for two weeks and I took my chance to leave him. I was too scared to do it in person. I just packed everything and went travelling.”

“He must have been cruel for you to do that.”

You fiddled with your dress. “Mm…so, what else did you want to talk about?”

“Your lover.”

You nodded and smiled softly as you thought of Levi. “He’s my soulmate.”

Heimdall frowned. “He seems very touchy. Are you sure you’re not being pressured into this?”

“Yes.” You giggled and nibbled your lip. “I adore him and he didn’t pressure me into being with him.”

“Are you sure?”

You turned and looked over at Levi. “Yes. I love him.”

Heimdall clenched his jaw and grabbed your upper arm. “I am concerned about his power.”

You gazed at Heimdall. “He’d never hurt me or others. All he wants is to be with me and to be here with me.”

Heimdall frowned. “That’s all? Someone with that incredible power would want more.”

You shook your head. “He just wants me.”

“I could do better.”

You gazed at Heimdall. “I don’t know you. I don’t know who you are or what you do. We don’t know anything about each other, so I highly doubt that you could be better. Levi knows everything there is about me and we’re going to build a home here and spend our life together here.”

Heimdall gripped your arm tightly and lowered his head. “I would like to visit here more.”

“For work reasons?”

He gazed at you. “For the views, the peace and comfort.”

Your eyes searched his and knew that there was something behind his words that made you uncomfortable. “Mm…well, I have to return to Levi. Thank you for stopping them from fighting.” You hurried over to Levi and jumped into his arms. “Levi!”

Levi lifted you and kissed you with a little moan. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Levi nuzzled the crook of your neck. “You’re the best. I love you. You’re my soulmate.”

You kissed Levi and smiled. “Thank you for protecting me.”

“You’re welcome.”

Oleander walked over. “This isn’t over. I need you to explain yourself.”

Levi turned with you in his arms and growled. “Mine.”

“She owes me an explanation.”

“Mine!”

You whispered in Levi’s ear. “Calm down. If you get upset your horn will come back.”

Levi whined a little. “Forgive me. I’ll calm myself.” He nuzzled against you. “You calm me.”

“I’m glad.”

Heimdall walked over and used his magic to fix the tables and chairs. “Oleander, please patrol the area and train the guards. Tomorrow I am sure you can have the talk you want.”

Oleander let out a long sigh. “Fine.”

Levi squeezed you. “I’m taking this one to rest. I am sorry for my actions today, but I have to protect the woman I love.”

Heimdall bowed. “I understand. I will see you both tomorrow.”

Levi turned and carried you inside the castle. “Are you okay?”

You hummed. “I’m okay. I just need my bed and you.”

Levi smiled softly. “Cuddles?”

“Yes.”

Levi kissed your forehead. “Cuddles.”

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josiebelladonna · 11 months

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remember a couple of months ago, when they were down in latin america, how excited he was to be there? i also just think back to when quarantine was going and he’d get people all over the world joining him, and he’d say, “oh, god, yes! we need to come back to you!” that’s not the vibe i get from this. this is like, “oh, great, back in poland” (meanwhile, the polish crowds are some of the most energetic).

i was talking to teababe/octoberrust about this last night: does he seem—different—lately?

hiding his face more, both personally and out on stage; i watched him on steve’s story last night, eric’s story the other night, and on chris’ post earlier, he has his back to the audience more. his antics feel a lot more forced, too, like he jumps around on stage but there’s something off about it; it’s like he’s trying too hard or something. his post from when he was flying out to berlin he wore sunglasses at night (it was like 8-8:30 on his end, and he was indoors, too; this was literally right before the smoke in new york was getting bad), and in fact, he wore sunglasses in every selfie the last few days (he takes them off before he takes a picture. he always smiles really big, too: there’s a selfie of him with nikki sixx on the story and he’s barely smiling). on eric’s story, i noticed he’s also lost a lot of weight, like his belly’s not poking out nearly as much and his arms look really thin, too, which is actually not a good thing for someone his age (or the fact it’s coming off his having gained a lot last year). nevermind my kink for a second: someone his age who gains a lot of weight and then loses a good portion of it in a short amount of time, and before you head out on an international tour, cannot be healthy. in fact, look at his selfies closely: he’s a lot more pale now.

like, i don’t think this is just trauma from his mom being sick (especially when i realize she was released from hospital a full fucking week before he left for germany). something happened to him. this is not the same alex i fell madly in love with.

you know. it’s really easy to assume the worst. i already really, really dislike gipsygeek. scratch that, i can’t fucking stand her. i just think of christine’s “i wish she would just drop dead” in seasons grey as i write this. at best, she’s fucking pretentious. really, how a humble sweet guy like him wound up with her, i don’t know. and she’s really insufferable: she’s like those assholes who complain about twitter even though they use it a million times a day. i’m sorry, alex: i don’t buy the whole “she’s very private and avoidant of public attention”, because listen, if she truly was, she wouldn’t have a blog or an Instagram or talk to your followers as if they’re her own like on that post about the cat last month. at worst, she gives me the shittiest of shitty vibes, like just on its own, i have the weirdest taste in my mouth writing out her name (probably because “gypsy” is actually a pejorative term, especially when spelled with an “i”; it’d be like using the n-word for your handle, I see the intent in taking the power back but it ends up making those of us who know extremely uncomfortable) and why i call her captain howdy instead. hell, there’s a reason why i based captain howdy from seasons grey on her. plus, remember when jeff beck died and i reached out to him (“my porch light’s always on”), and he acknowledged it (and for a while, he was actually kinda flirting back with me)? never did say anything to me, in fact, i don’t recall seeing him on instagram at all in that whole week when i think back to it. i really, really don’t like her, and the more i think about this, the more i dislike her from when i snooped around on their blogs back around thanksgiving. speaking of which… i didn’t mention this, but when i found the old planetary coalition twitter, and i scrolled all the way down, i found a picture of the two of them together, and i shit you the fuck not, she was all smiles, all confident and shit… but he did not look happy. if anything, he looked like he was about to pass out right next to her. i wish i screenshot it but i didn’t (it actually made me throw up in my mouth a little bit).

and this just… i have no words. something happened to him last week and it’s so easy to assume the worst. if i didn’t know better, i’d swear he had a stroke and came back a radically different person. a sweet, friendly, sociable, intelligent, chubby, cute man who flirted with me whenever she wasn’t around now to a complete shadow of himself.

what THE HELL did you do to him, captain howdy.

#really makes me want to turn to witchcraft #i am ethnically part witch after all #alex skolnick #the love of my life #text

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 years

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A Little Slice of Kevin: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

You and Dean both sit up in bed, but as soon as you blink, he is gone. Just like that, you and Dean are out of bed and looking out the window to see if you can't see Castiel lingering outside. It's like Sam can feel when you're both distressed about something because he wakes up and looks at you two with tired eyes.

"Dean? Y/N? What's going on? Are you two alright?

"I don't know. We just saw something."

"Saw what?"

"Castiel," you state.

"Cas? Where?"

"He was right outside. He was on the side of the road earlier. Dean and I are seeing him."

"That's not possible. I mean, you said it yourself. You two made it out and he didn't, right?"

"I tried so damn hard to get us the hell out of there," Dean says sadly, turning away from the window.

"I know you did."

"You know, I could have pulled him out. I just don't understand why he didn't try harder."

"Dean, you did everything you could."

"Then why do I feel like shit?"

"Survivor's guilt? If you let it, this is gonna keep messing with you. You got to walk past it."

"You were trained to take sadness and turn it into guilt, Dean. This is just who you are," you state.

Sam gets back into bed, and you look at Joanna who is sleeping like a log. You sigh and kiss Dean's cheek before going to bed yourself. You're exhausted, and you feel yourself slipping into the darkness as soon as your eyes close. Right before you could go to sleep, you remember Purgatory and what it was like for you over there.

You, Benny, Dean, and Castiel are walking through the forest of Purgatory, trying to make your way to the portal only Benny seems to know about.

"We're getting close."

"Really? I don't see shit. I mean, what the hell is this escape hatch supposed to look like?" Dean groans.

"He doesn't know," Castiel answers.

"Hey, you just drug me into the fire. Please tell me you know," Dean begs his friend.

"It's here. They promised."

"Oh, they? Well, that's comforting," he scoffs.

"Even if it does exist, it's a human portal. There's still no proof that an angel can pass--"

"Stop, Castiel, you're coming with us. We're not leaving you behind."

"I'm just saying," he puts a hand on yours and Dean's shoulder, "if it doesn't work, thank you for everything."

"Save the Hallmark. Okay? It's gonna work. Nobody gets left behind," Dean rolls his eyes and walks off.

The three of you follow Dean further into the forest. You're pregnant, so you really hope that you're not walking into your deaths. That would really suck.

"Maybe you were lied to. Maybe there is no seam," Castiel says after a few more moments of silence.

"I lie. I don't get lied to. Aren't you guys all about faith?"

"Not particularly."

You come across a clearing where the wind picks up a bit. Up on top of a cliff is a patch of blue light that shimmers and changes shape. If a portal were to exist, it would be this.

"Oh, ye of fucking little faith. Alright. Ready?"

"Just like we talked about."

Dean removes his knife and cuts his arm length wise and passes the knife off to Benny who does the same. Once finished, Dean pockets the knife and grips Benny's open wound with his left hand, and Benny grips Dean's open wound.

"I'll see you on the other side," Benny grins.

Dean chants the spell that allows Benny's spirit to be locked inside his own body so he can transport him through the portal. Benny looks to the sky and stiffen as the spell works. His whole body glows red and white before misting completely and disappearing into Dean's arm that glows red and white.

"I'd do the same for you, but you don't have a soul," you say to Castiel.

"You're pregnant. You wouldn't be able to even if I did have a soul."

"Let's go."

Dean leads the way and hurries up the cliff to reach the portal. He makes sure you're making it without troubles, and soon, you're face to face with the portal. Just before you can go through, something hits the ground in clouds of black smoke. You turn to see the smoke transform into Leviathans.

Thinking about the past is only going to hinder your future, and you have a daughter to think about. You force the memory from your head and fall asleep.

You woke up late since you overslept, and thankfully, the brothers let you sleep. You have things to do and people to see, so you're trying to get Joanna dressed as fast as possible. Sam is on his laptop by the kitchen table and Dean is brushing his teeth. Zeus is sleeping in the corner of the room, not bothered by the noise everyone is making.

"Okay, Jo, please get dressed. We need to go out soon. Would you please put these on?"

"No!"

"Joanna Beth," you say with your stern mom voice.

"I wear this one," she points to her puffy pink tutu.

"Fine. Just get dressed, please. Sam, would you help her?"

She giggles and grabs her tutu. Sam smiles and gestures for Jo to come over to him. She still has trouble dressing herself, but she is more than capable of picking out her own clothes. You're thankful for Sam for taking over as you gather up her toys and other clothes that she's thrown everywhere.

"So, it's not just Americans that are vanishing," Sam says as he pulls the tutu over Jo's hips. "This guy, Luigi Ponzi, disappeared while walking between two subway cars in Rome. Right above ground, there was a freak hailstorm."

"So, are we going to Rome? Wouldn't be too shabby."

"We're going to Rome?" you ask, a bit too excited. "I can still fly! Please say we're going to Rome."

You turn to Dean with a smile, but your smile is lost when you see who is standing right behind him. Dean wipes his mouth and looks into the mirror, his face paling when he sees the person behind him.

"Castiel?"

"Hello, Dean... Y/N."

Castiel turns and walks to the table where Sam is and takes a seat. How the hell did he get out? Who got him out? More importantly, are they a threat to you?

"Unbelievable, man. I cannot believe it. You're actually here," Sam smiles.

You sit on the edge of the bed and pull Jo to your lap.

"Yeah, I've been trying to reach out but for whatever reason, I wasn't at full power. So, I couldn't connect with you."

"That must have been why you two kept seeing him."

"Yeah, uh, I got to be honest. I-I-I'm thinking, how the hell did you make it out?" Dean stutters. "I mean, Y/N and I were there. We know that place. We know how we had to scratch and claw and kill and bleed to find that portal and make it through it. It almost finished me--I'm just thankful Y/N and the twins are okay."

"How are you here, Castiel?"

"Dean, everything you just said is completely true. That's the strange part. I have no idea. I remember endlessly running and hiding from the Leviathans, and then I was on the side of the road in Illinois. That was it."

"That's it? There has to be more."

"That's it," he shakes his head. He looks down and finally realizes just how dirty he is. "Wow. I'm dirty."

"Yeah, well, Purgatory will do that to you."

Castiel gets up and walks over to the bathroom to clean himself of the dirt. When the bathroom door closes, you and the brothers talk in hushed tones.

"Something isn't right," you mutter.

"I agree with her," Dean backs you up. "Sammy, I remember every second of leaving that place. I mean, I remember the heat, the stink, the pain, and the fear. I have that whole ugly mess right here," he taps his head, "and he says he has no idea how he got out? I'm just not buying it."

"Purgatory was brutal, Sam. It's not something you forget."

"So, what, you think he's lying?"

"We're saying something else happened. I saw the shape that he was in. I mean, there was no way he was fighting his ass out alone. No way."

"Okay, then who or what got him out?"

"Exactly," you whisper.

The bathroom door opens and Castiel walks out as if he never went to Purgatory. His beard is gone, he is clean shaven, his suit and trench coat doesn't have a speck of dust on them, and his hair is styled perfectly. He holds his arms out and smiles at you three, and you give him a thumbs up.

"Okay, I'm going to get some food."

"I'll go with you," you state.

"Alone."

He grabs his keys and walks out of the motel room without another word. You know he needs his space to process Castiel's return, and you smooth down Jo's hair.

"Castiel, you remember Joanna, right? Joanna, this is Castiel. That angel I was telling you about."

Joanna wiggles out of your grip and runs over to the angel with her arms raised up high. Castiel leans down and picks her up, holding her against his hip.

"Cassie!" she laughs.

"You may call me that," he nods as if she is an adult instead of a little child. "How is your baby?"

"I'm having twins," you reveal and pat your growing stomach. "Maryann and Robert Winchester. They're doing just fine."

Your eyes shift from Castiel to the corner of the room where Amara is standing. For the first time she appeared, you suddenly don't feel so good about her being here. You quickly look away from her and get up to join Sam at the table while Castiel takes a seat on the couch. He turns on cartoons so he and Joanna can watch them until Dean gets back.

Joanna begins to half-babble to him, telling him a story she came up with from her imagination. Castiel is looking at her, listening to every word. Amara walks closer to you, taking a seat in the empty chair next to you. Why does your stomach suddenly hurt around her? There is a little pounding in the back of your head like a small headache, and you're not sure if it's because of Castiel's return or because of Amara.

"Don't tell Castiel that I'm here," she suddenly says. You're about to ask why, but she quickly stops you from speaking to her. "Castiel isn't 100%. If he knew you were talking to me, he'd make me go away. That can be harmful to your babies. It's best if you keep this to ourselves."

You're not sure if you believe her, but you don't want to think about this right now. You grab a piece of paper and a pen, writing down something before sliding it to Sam. You don't want him telling Castiel that you're seeing Amara. He reads the note and looks at you, giving you a small nod in agreement.

The motel door opens and Dean walks in with food in his hands and a six-pack of beer.

"Anything I miss?"

"No. All activity stopped. No freak disappearances linked to any freak natural events."

Deans sets the food on the table, taking out his daughter's happy meal from McDonald's

"So how many have we got, seven? Joanna, come get your food."

Joanna hops off Castiel's lap and runs over to Dean, and he picks her up before putting her on a booster seat you got a few weeks ago. He lays out her food on a plate, and she digs in.

"Yeah, Luigi, Justin, Aaron, Maria--"

"--Dennis, Krista, and Sven," Castiel finishes. "I missed television."

"Castiel? How did you know those names?"

"They're prophets. Angels instinctively know the names of every prophet--past, present, and future."

"So, this list is the name of every one of them that exist?"

"Yes, until the next generation is born. Plus Kevin Tran, of course. The other seven are future prophets since only one can exist at a time."

"How is Kevin a prophet if Chuck is one?"

"I'm not sure what happened to Chuck, but he must be dead."

"So, the next one comes off the bench if Kevin goes down?" Dean says after a moment of silence.

"Exactly, and they have no idea who they are, of course."

"This has Crowley's dirty paws all over it. I bet he is the one who took them. Crowley must have Kevin. He's either not giving him what he wants or Kevin is dying," you sigh.

"I get the feeling something's going on," Castiel says.

Sam's phone rings, and he frowns when he sees who is calling him.

"Ms. Tran? Where the hell have you ... What?" He pulls the phone away from his ear to address the people in the room. "Y/N's right. Crowley has Kevin."

"Okay, Joanna, you're going to need to eat that in the car. Come on."

Everyone is quick to gather their things while Sam sets up a meeting place closer to where she is. You don't know where Kevin is just yet, but you have a feeling you're going to know soon. Ms. Tran is a long way away from you, so Sam set up something at the halfway point around mile marker 96. It was almost lunch time when you got the call, and now it's almost Joanna's bed time. Ms. Tran isn't here, but you know she will come if it concerns her son.

"Where the hell is she?" Dean groans.

"She'll be here. Mile marker 96 was kind of the halfway point."

You look at Castiel who is kind of thinking off to the side, and you can't help but think of the last time you ever saw him.

The portal shimmers behind you, tempting you to go through, but Dean and Castiel are fighting the Leviathans that have come to stop you. Dean doesn't want you fighting them, so you're off to the side. Castiel manages to get away and joins your side, panting from the fight.

"You're worried about the portal."

"I'm pregnant, Castiel. I don't want my baby to die."

"You and the baby are human. You'll both be safe."

You look at Dean who has gotten away at the last minute.

"Go through!"

"What about you and Castiel?"

"Y/N, go through the damn portal. We're right behind you."

Dean kisses you quickly, but has to nudge you closer to the portal. The portal senses a human and swallows you up before you have a chance to object. You land somewhere in a forest, and you take your first deep breath of fresh air. You place a hand to your stomach, getting the feeling that everything is okay. Still, you need to go to a doctor before you assume anything. Moments later, Dean appears next to you, but not Castiel.

"Where is Castiel?"

"He slipped," he says emotionally with tears in his eyes. "Cas is stuck over there."

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ptergwen · 2 years

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idea for a peter x stark!reader: the graveyard scene at the end of nwh and reader is there with happy, visiting tony's grave (lets just pretend he was buried in the same place as may) and she sees peter but doesnt remember him at all :((

something to remember me by

warnings: BIG NWH SPOILERS and angst lots of angst

a/n: i changed it a bit so they’re all visiting may :( my heart absolutely broke writing this btw um have tissues on hand

icy air nips at peter’s skin as he paces himself through the cemetery. he carries a white rose along with him, his thumb skimming over its thorns.

he’s severely underdressed for the chilled winter day, something aunt may would surely chastise him for. he could never step an inch outside the apartment until she made sure he was bundled from head to toe.

it used to bug peter to no end. now, he understands that she was only looking out for him. all may ever did was for him.

her love might have been overbearing at times, but that’s because may parker loved fiercely. she loved with her entire being. mind, body, and soul.

she’d taught her nephew to do the same, which is why peter stands before her grave alone. he asked doctor strange to cast a spell making everyone forget him.

knowing peter comes with consequences. he refuses to ruin the lives of those dearest to him any more than he already has, so he thought it best to remove himself from them.

in turn, peter lost the few people he had left; happy, ned, mj, you. he’s on his own. but, maybe that’s for the best.

maybe, that’s what he deserves.

peter kneels so he can set the rose down in front of may’s headstone. he reads its engraving, his eyes instantly glossing.

when you help someone

you help everyone

peter’s chest aches, his heart excruciatingly heavy.

before his grief consumes him, he heaves himself off the ground. he distracts himself by admiring the other bouquets of flowers brought by the many who may touched.

that fierce love of hers went both ways.

proving this to be true, two pairs of feet pad toward peter in the snow. whoever they belong to, they’re visiting may.

“thanks for coming with me, kiddo. it can’t be easy, being here after your dad.”

peter’s head snaps up when he recognizes happy’s voice. happy, he’s missed him terribly. he never even got the chance to say goodbye.

he must be talking to…

“it isn’t, but may was important to you. that makes her important to me, too.”

you.

“y/n?” your name tumbles out of peter’s mouth like word vomit.

he doesn’t notice the confusion your features hold.

peter approaches you slowly, the fragility of yours and his situation pushed to the back of his mind. he blinks his teary eyes that have settled on you.

“it’s… it’s so good to see you. how’ve you been?” he breathes.

you’re beside happy with a comforting hand on his shoulder. happy pats your hand, then continues the short distance to may’s grave.

that leaves you and peter alone.

he takes you in as if it’s for the first time.

there are snowflakes stuck to your hair from snowfall earlier, a scarf wound tightly around your neck. it has a checker print that’s tattered from how worn it is.

it’s peter’s.

he’d lent it to you just recently, during one of your late night walks. you often went on those together.

you were cold, and peter was determined to warm you up. you’d tried to protest at first, too proud to accept the scarf from him, so he decided to wrap you in it himself. you ended up liking it so much that peter let you keep it.

that feels like ages ago, but it was only a matter of days.

“sorry, i…” you trail off, studying the rosy cheeked stranger who’s gazing at you. “do i know you?”

you don’t remember him.

of course you don’t, hence the memory erasing spell.

part of peter hoped it hadn’t worked on you. the selfish part of him, that is. you’re better off this way.

“uh… no,” peter lies, technically.

“but, you know me,” you reiterate. “how’s that so?”

the tips of peter’s ears turn a shade of pink that matches his cheeks. he tugs at the beanie he’d thrown on earlier, covering them.

“you’re a stark,” peter clarifies, shrugging to feign nonchalance. “everyone knows you.”

that is how he met you, through tony. you were the pretty assistant in your dad’s lab, and peter was the dorky avenger in training who would “accidentally” damage his tech so he’d have an excuse to spend time with you.

you press your lips into a polite smile.

“right, yeah. i’d forget if the whole world wasn’t constantly reminding me,” you laugh out.

peter’s sunken heart soars at the sound.

his doe eyes lock with yours.

“your dad… tony. he, uh, he was a real hero,” peter praises. “best of us all.”

you break the eye contact and clear your throat, hands shoving into the pockets of your jacket.

there’s a beat before those words register with you.

“us, huh?” you echo the stranger, who might not be so strange. “are you sure we haven’t met?”

peter winces. he gives a shake of his head, followed by a sniffle.

“oh, uh huh. yeah. i’m positive. positive. i just- i meant that-“

“are you okay?” you interject, your tone softer. “you’re crying.”

brows furrowed, peter swipes his fingers under his eyes. the skin is wet, and his lips taste of salt when he licks them out of habit.

he hadn’t realized.

“i’m fine,” peter assures you. he plasters on another smile for your sake. “really, i am.”

“you definitely aren’t,” you state the obvious.

you’re right. he isn’t fine, not in the slightest. may is gone, tony is gone. despite being right within his reach, you’re gone.

there’s nothing anymore.

there’s nothing.

“i’m assuming you’re here for may parker,” you gesture to happy at may’s grave, revealing, “they, um, dated or something. between you and me, i think it was a bit one sided.”

peter finds himself chuckling upon the mention of may’s and happy’s summer fling. he was more into it than her, to be fair.

“anyway, i’m here for support. i didn’t get the chance to know may too well,” you explain with regret. “but, from what i’ve heard… she was a hero, too. i’m sorry.”

you did know may, though. she loved you like one of her own, peter sometimes swore more than she loved him. you’d hit it off the moment he introduced you two.

since it was because of him you knew each other, he supposes those memories have faded.

“she… she…” peter tugs his wobbly lip between his teeth. “yeah, she was.”

your concern is piqued once again when you notice how the stranger’s body trembles.

“seriously, are you alright?” you question him, eyes fixed on his shaking form. “i’ll bet you’re freezing right now… you must be.”

honestly, he is. the thin material of his attire is no match for new york’s winter weather.

he exhales a cloud of smoke from his mouth, rubbing at his tear stained cheeks with his sleeve.

“what gave it away?” peter jokes.

you begin to pull your scarf loose from your neck.

“here, try this,” you offer the scarf to peter, without a second thought. he’s taken aback by your kind gesture. “no, i… i can’t do that. it’s yours,” peter insists, voice hoarse.

despite his refusal, you place the scarf in his hand. you close his fist around it conclusively, still your same stubborn self. peter stares down at your gloved hand over his. you’re smiling at him when he looks back up, a genuine smile.

“you need it more than i do.”

peter mirrors your infectious smile, nodding once. you let go of his hand so he can slip on the scarf. silently, you watch as he tucks it into his jacket, its scent smelling of you. he inhales a deep breath and lets it flood his senses.

“suits you well,” you compliment the scarf, peter laughing quietly. “thanks,” he rasps.

“well…” you glance over at happy, then back to the not-so-strange stranger. “i should really check on him. you gonna be okay?”

“yeah,” peter murmurs, repeating in a whisper, “yeah.”

for the first time since getting into this mess, he will be.

“sorry again about may,” you sympathize with him.

peter’s head hangs low, his eyes stinging from his dried tears. he doesn’t say anything to you in response, anything at all. you take that as your cue to go.

“wait!” peter stops you the second you turn.

you oblige, both eyebrows raised expectantly.

he doesn’t want you to leave, but you don’t have an actual reason to stay. so, he makes one up.

“aren’t you gonna need this back?” peter points to the scarf.

you grin as you start to walk backwards toward happy, sharing your ironic sentiment.

“keep it,” you call to the stranger, who desperately grips your scarf between his fingers.

“it’s something to remember me by.”

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ameliasbitvh · 2 years

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𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 | 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

a/n: this is in no way romanticizing toxic relationships, nor do i condone them !! there are like two taylor swift references in here the title being the first 😜. this is not proofread because i wrote this in about an hour, but i hope you enjoy !!

summary: having an illicit affair with the one and only draco malfoy. reader is married to adrian pucey for her family to go up the status quo, but can’t help but play a dangerous game with a mysterious blonde.

warning(s): smut, (mostly implied), toxic relationship between reader and draco, oral sex (male receiving), arguing, cheating, gaslighting, and manipulative!draco.

wc: 1.5k <1.589>

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!

another day dreading, weeping, and solace in the household of the puceys.

mrs. pucey.

you.

godrick. how you hated being with him, he never did anything and discarded you like you were nothing; simply a piece of trash he could toss out. it didn’t matter if you loved him or not, your parents needed this to go up the status quo. for you to be with another rich pure blood. what you didn’t understand was why it had to be him out of everyone? like come on, there’s blaise zabini, theodore nott and draco malfoy.

draco malfoy. he wasn’t lovely, but he wasn’t exactly cruel? he had a certain aura around him that you couldn’t quite pick up on, he kept you guessing like a game. a game that quite intrigued you.

so maybe that’s why your lips were on his. his hands traveling your body marking it as his, his mouth moving against yours with venom. his venom, intoxicating. you drowned in it. his big hands wrapping around your waist, your hips bucking up against his abdomen. heavy breathing, gasps and moans being devoured by him, he swallowed you whole.

your hands crawled to his hair, gripping onto it. you pulled him closer using your legs to guide him. inviting him into your home, and he gladly accepted the invitation. he made himself at home, it felt like he would even leave his toothbrush in your bathroom. that’s how much he made you his home. but he constantly invaded in it, breaking down the windows, to steal. but what was he in there to exactly steal? your heart? no. he wasn’t there for you, he was there to use you.

you were submissive and well trained for his honor, because he was your knight in shimmering armor. he didn’t just shine. he fucking shimmered. each glittering piece of him dancing in your eyes, just like the way his hands danced around your body. delicately, but told a story. so powerful, tears were brought to your eyes while you got on your knees and prayed to him. your knees, so fragile, but willing to turn red and crack for him. he wasn’t yours to keep and you knew that. but he was yours for now. he was yours every friday night when your husband was at work. he was yours. but you. you were his inevitably. his forever and he knew that. you were entranced by his spell of everlasting lust.

his mouth moving down your neck, marking you in purple hues. “stop, he’s gonna see them.” you breathed heavily; eyes rolling back. “let him.” you hummed agreeing in defeat. your legs were weak the moment he spoke, his skin touched yours, even the split seconds his eyes land on you. god you were screwed.

his tongue swirled against your neck, you manipulated your body to give him more access. more access into you. soon he left trails of kisses to the valley of your breast down to your inner thighs. your arousal trickling down your thighs, spilling onto the bed of your shared bed with your husband. “so wet for me, always so damn wet. getting off from me because your husband can’t do you any good, huh? just a needy, fucking, cock slut.”

his words: fierce, piercing, and most importantly, scarring. his words plunged into your skin, tearing it open, your wounds seen by him. but that didn’t make him stop, he wanted to see you bleed out fucking dry. all for him.

and every time you healed, he came back to rip you apart. shredding you to pieces to pick up on your own. but you’d let him do it all over again. you carried band aids on you, just to help put the pieces back. but you found them to slowly peel off, deteriorating. the way it fell off, limp. just like your body every time from 9:30 PM to 11:45 PM on a friday night. limp. empty. a void.

a void inside you begging to be filled and the only one strong enough to stick it was him. draco malfoy.

you cried every night to the stars ‘why him, please, please tell me!’ tears struck, trickling down your cheeks. but who was there to wipe them dry? him. he was there, creating an illusion that he’d always be there. and you were a fool to fall for it. him who told you, you were the only one to make him feel this way. the only one who makes him want to tear his fucking clothes off. the only one who makes him want to rip his hair out. the only one with a single sentence could make his heart break. what a lie.

his wistful, consistent, white lies kept you in tact. he caged you, never letting you out like you were some kind of animal. but his favorite. right? you’ve tornmented yourself everyday with thoughts of him. the way his hands danced around your body. the way his hips moved against yours. just everything about him manipulated you to stay, his words the strongest.

“i love the way your pretty pussy fits around my cock.”

“god i love when you do that.”

‘i love’

he loves everything about you, except you. how does that even work? he loved your body, he loved the way you made him feel, but he didn’t love you. your heart twisted at that.

finally you saw it all unveil one day.

“draco, i-i don’t think we should do this anymore.” you chocked out, his lips moving on your neck took a halt. his eyes hardened and his adam’s apple bobbed. “say that again, i fucking dare you to.” you swallowed thickly. how could you say it again? saying it once was already so fucking hard. you were scared. you knew this illicit affair would do you and your family no good, you had to put a stop to it because you knew he wouldn’t. “draco, please don’t make me. i can't,”

“yes you can, fucking say it again. i want you to mean it.”

“i already told you i can’t!” you cried, hands pushing him away. he quickly grabbed onto your hands that pushed him away and pulled himself closer to you. his hands caressing your cheeks, wiping you tears away like always.

“why do you want to stop? don't you love me?” he cooed, his head tilting to the side.

“yes i do, and you know that. but what i really want to know is… if you love me.” his body went stiff.

“tell me, do you love me?!” now you were shouting, he removed himself from you taking a few steps back.

“baby, are you hearing yourself right now? you sound crazy, of course i do!” he yelled back.

another screaming match, but not the kind that you both desired.

“but do you? do you really! because if you did i wouldn’t be with him!”

“what do you want from me? don’t i give you fucking everything!”

“no, no you don’t! you come here every friday night to fuck me and then you leave and if i get lucky you might actually give me after care like a real fucking man!”

now you’ve ticked him the fuck off.

“real man? real fucking man?! do you want me to show you a real man! you’re the one with a husband, yet on your knees for me the moment i walk into the room!”

“shut up, malfoy.”

“what did you just tell me to do?” he demanded, taking long strides back up to you. your breathing intensified. his hands gripped your chin, pulling you to face him. “i fucking dare you to say it again, c’mon princess you can do it.” now you were pissed because he was mocking you.

“shut. the. fuck. up. malfoy.”

“you know, i could use that dirty little mouth for so many other things.” he laughed, pushing you to your knees. they were so weak, fragile, breaking and bruising.

but you didn’t care. your hands quickly attached to his belt removing it, his hands fled to your hair stroking it whilst you stroked his cock. you pumped him, then took his tip in ‘til you reached his private. you bobbed your head up and down, fiercely sucking on his cock like your life depended on it. his head fell back, a moan executing his pretty pink lips. “just like that, bitch. keep going and i might fuck that bad attitude out of you.”

so you kept going, fuck you were aching so bad. you knew you shouldn’t want it. your brain screaming common sense that you shouldn’t be doing this anymore but your body said otherwise.

his hips twitched, you smirked knowing his release was coming. he held a strong grip on your hair, thrusting his hips up he face fucked you. yet again, tears fell from your eyes. your makeup smeared. your saliva coating his cock and your lips. his cum quickly shot from his tip and released into your mouth. you swallowed. wrapping his hand around your hair, he pulled it back.

“don’t you ever fucking say those words again.” he said referencing to when you tried to end this love affair. following, he buckled his pants up. “w-what about me?” you whimpered. swiftly turning back, “i said ‘might’.”

then again he walked away.

something you will remember, all too well.

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Dean Winchester x reader - Light

Pregnant Reader who's a witch meets the Winchesters and falls for Dean. Just fluffy ending - Anon💜

You weren’t expecting anyone to come knocking into your door, so when there was a gentle rap on the wood, you looked up from your table with a frown.

“It’s open!” You called.

“Hello?” A man called back.

“In here.”

Two man walked in, you recognised them immediately so when they flashed some fake badges at you, you laughed slightly.

Gesturing you the chairs in front of you, you waited for them to sit down before you spoke.

“Winchesters.”

“How do you know us?” Dean spoke lowly.

You smiled, and pointed to the deck of cards in front of you.

“They told me you were coming. Just had no clue it would be this soon.”

“Who?” Sam asked.

“The spirits.” You winked.

Shuffling your cards, you laid them out face down so you couldn’t see any of them and looked up.

“Why are you here?”

“We’re hunting something, we don’t know what. We got told you were the one to come too.” Sam smiled.

“I see.”

You hummed, reading the cards you pulled out, not telling the boys anything you read until you were finished.

Once you did, you stood up and walked over to another table.

“You’re heading for a dangerous mission, one that you may not make out alive. You’ll need all the help you can get.”

You created a few hex bags before heading back over to them.

“Protection, healing. You will need these. What you’re hunting is a power being, thought to have been sealed away many years ago.”

“What is it?” Dean asked.

You turned to the hunter, giving him a soft smile as you sat back down on your chair.

“I do not know. But I can tell you where to find him. He is in a graveyard, not far from the city. You drove past it on the way here.”

“We drove right past the monster?” Sam asked shocked.

You nodded, and rested your head on your hands as you sighed softly at them.

“Make a plan, a detailed one. You’ll need it.”

The boys shared a look before they took the protection you offered them.

They heard about from all over, the white witch they called you.

You didn’t sable in dark magic like every other witch had, you focused on light magic instead. Healing people, helping you.

It was why they came, why they asked for your advice.

Even when they were near you they didn’t feel in danger, they actually felt safe.

The Winchester got up again, thanked your and left.

That was the last you saw of them for a few days until Dean came stumbling through your door, arm covering his waist.

“Woah, okay.”

Rushing over, you helped him into your couch and quickly got to work.

You used ever healing remedy and spell you could think off to seal the wound, but it was working slowly and you couldn’t push yourself too hard.

Grabbing a needle and thread, you stitched his wound and bandaged it, grabbing a blanket and a damn towel you covered him up and placed the towel on his forehead.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Sam?”

You quickly turned to the door to find him rushing in, but the angels behind him standing back.

“Oh right.”

Getting up, you grabbed a antiseptic wipe and walked to the door, wiping a bit of the sigal off, letting them come rushing in.

“He can’t heal him!” One yelled.

“Calm yourself angels, he will be fine. I can heal him but not right away.”

Another one stopped and looked at you, titling his head at you.

“You’re pregnant.”

“Yes, I can’t push myself because of this.”

You turned to sam.

“Entrust your brother to me, I shall looked after him and heal him. When he is better I will call you.”

“I.. I can’t! I can’t leave him.” Sam panicked.

Walking over, you gentle took his hand and smiled.

“Winchester, people need you. Your brother needs me. Please, let me care for him. You must not stop now, something is coming.”

Sam shook his head.

“I.. I can’t leave my brother. I’m sorry.”

You nodded in understanding.

“Then let me come with you, I can heal your brother but it will take a while.”

Sam seemed conflicted about this but finally he nodded.

You packed everything you would need, asked the angels outside and redrew your sigal before giving them your stuff.

They vanished and you watched Sam carry his brother to a car and you followed.

You didn’t pay any attention to where you where going, you were too focused on keeping the Hunter next to you alive.

It took days, slowly you sealed his wound. Slowly but surely.

When you came to check on Dean today, you found him sitting up in bed and you smiled softly, taking a seat while holding your stomach.

“I’m not dead?” He asked confused.

“You’re not. I gave it everything I had.” You smiled.

He lifted his shirt a little, checking his newly healed wound before letting it fall back down.

And you got up, and he did as well, but he wasn’t steady on his feet so you quickly rushed to help him.

Not only did you aid in his healing, you helped with his recovery as well. While Sam was away you made sure to stay there with Dean, helping him recover slowly and fully.

Sitting at the table, Dean came over with food and a drink for you.

“You guys need to eat.” He smiled.

“Thanks Dean.”

He leant down and kissed your head and you smiled softly. He sat on the table and flicked through a file while you ate.

“How far along are you?” He asked.

“Roughly 30 weeks now.” You replied.

He hummed, sliding from the table he knelt next to you and placed a hand on your stomach, smiling when he felt your baby kick.

“What do you think it’ll be?”

“It’s a boy.”

He chuckled softly, and nodded, kissing your stomach before he stood up, grabbing your hands to gentle bring you up with him before pulling you into a hug.

“Of course you’d know.” He chuckled.

“I’m just that good.”

You sighed, hugging Dean back, placing your head on his chest as you closed your eyes.

It was a while since you felt the warmth of someone else’s embrace.

“Well I can’t wait to meet him.” Dean whispered.

“He’ll love you.”

Dean happily smiled, holding you close.

“Does that mean I can be his father?”

You pulled away in shock and Dean smiled, taking your hands in his.

“Dean…?”

“I’ve fallen for you, okay? I don’t want you to go.”

You laughed lightly, and smiled brightly at him.

“Then we won’t.” You whispered.

Leaning up, you gently pressed a kiss to his lips, and you pulled you in, deepening the kiss.

When you guys pulled away, Dean pulled you in for another hug and held you gently. It was going to be a brighter future for the both of you

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black-mistress-of-evil · 3 years

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Hey! Can I request a Bucky x Reader where Bucky gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to take care of him? Maybe he’s caught of guard by this because he hasn’t had someone take care of him in a long time? Feel free to do whatever you want with this!! Thank you so much and I can’t wait to read it 💕

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N Thanks so much for the request @thighs-of-betrayal-blog this was so fun to write! Sorry it took so long! I swear every time I get the motivation to write my life gets crazy. But here it is, hopefully it’s a little bit what you hoped for and if it isn’t I hope you enjoy it anyways haha 💜

Warnings: FLUFFY FLUFF; angst if you squint; very very brief canon level violence; a minute of mutually pining idiots

Word count: approx 2.3k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (he uses the endearment “doll” but other than that reader is gender neutral)

Why Do You Care?

“Bucky stop being so stubborn and let me see!”

You were standing in the living room of the safe house Bucky had dragged you into, hands on your hips glaring down at the super soldier on the couch. He was avoiding your gaze, staring a hole in the wall to your left, and had his arms folded across his chest. He looked to you more like a pouting child than a 100+ year old ex-assassin/current Avenger and if you weren’t so frustrated with him you’d probably giggle at the sight.

The mission had been a success. Sort of. You and Bucky had been sent in to steal sensitive files from an abandoned Hydra base. Which you managed to do. But it ended up being less than abandoned and without any backup the fight out was a rough one. Just as the two of you were finally getting out, covered in blood and bruises, Bucky had grabbed your arm and shoved you into a crouch, bending himself over you protectively as a shot rang out. He grunted out in pain and you leaned around his frame to send a bullet straight into the skull of the Hydra agent who’d been stupid enough not to stay down. You’d tried, then, to make sure Bucky was okay but he wasted no time in hauling you back up and out into the night. His hand slipped down your arm to clasp yours and he didn’t let go until you were safely within the walls of the safe house. The more the two of you had run the more obvious it became that he was hurt but he ignored you asking about it.

Now that he’d made sure the safe house was secure and reported back to Steve what had happened and where you were, he couldn’t avoid you anymore. But he could ignore you and he was trying his damnedest to do so.

“M’fine.” He grumbled at you for probably the third time in as many minutes, shifting to turn his injured side away from you as if that would make you go away.

“Bucky I know you’re not fine so why won’t you just let me see so I can help?” The cuteness of his pout was wearing off as your patience was wearing thin. “Do you not trust me or something??”

Bucky’s eyes snapped up to yours then, his heart rate rising as he saw the concern there. He did trust you. More than he trusted himself most days. Hell he was in love with you. But you were way too good for him, too full of light, and you’d never be interested in someone like him. He’d only ruin you anyways. But when he looked into your eyes he couldn’t stand the flash of hurt he saw when you asked that question.

“Course I do doll...I trust ya...” his voice was hoarse and he tried taking a deep breath to clear his throat but it sent pain shooting through him and he groaned, pressing his hand to the still bleeding wound in his side.

“Buck....” your tone was softer now as you took a step closer. You thought for a second that he was going to let you check on his injury but the moment your hands reached for him he shot up, ignoring the pain, and pushed past you into the bathroom while mumbling about not needing help.

You roll your eyes and sigh as the bathroom door slams shut behind him. Ever since you’d met the quiet soldier when he joined the Avengers he’d swung back and forth between pushing you away and pulling you in closer. He always volunteered to be partnered with you and you worked well together but he’d refuse to spar with you. He liked helping you cook for team dinners but always declined your invitations to go out for lunch. During movie nights he only ever sat beside you or, if someone beat him there, he’d sit on the floor and lean against your legs even if there was an empty seat by someone else, but he wouldn’t join you when you were binge watching your favourite show alone. You couldn’t figure him out but the more you tried to the more you fell for him. It had been agony for you to want him knowing he could never see you as more than a teammate and friend. Regardless of how many times his behaviour had made it clear he wasn’t interested in you that way, you couldn’t help it. You loved him. And if that remained unrequited the rest of your life then so be it, you were that gone for him.

And so, despite his insistence that he didn’t need your help, you found yourself trailing after him towards the bathroom. You pressed your ear to the door and could hear him shuffling around, pulling out a first aid kit, and then gasping in obvious pain.

“Bucky? Open the door and let me in? Please? I want to help...I want to take care of you, you just have to let me....” you pause, waiting for a response, and notice that all the sounds on the other side of the door have ceased.

“Buck? Please, I care about you...let me...” your voice is lower, almost a whisper now, and you wait another few painfully silent seconds before hearing a long sigh from the other side of the door. When it cracks open, your eyes meet his piercingly blue ones and you nearly crumble at the uncertainty you see there.

“Can I come in, Buck?” You ask gently and he hesitates for only a second before nodding and opening the door wider. You step inside and motion for him to sit on the edge of the counter for you and he quickly obeys.

“You’re gonna have to take your shirt off for me to see, Buck.” You say gently, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He grunts in acknowledgement and begins pulling his black tee up, hissing as he raises his arms causing a tug to his injury. Without a second thought, you reach forward and help maneuver his shirt the rest of the way off, dropping it to the side as he brings his arms back down. As other times in the past when you’ve seen him shirtless, you can’t help but let your eyes travel across his firm chest and toned abdomen, drinking him in until you raise your eyes to his and realize he’s watching you. You quickly avert your gaze, your ears burning at having been caught ogling him, so you miss the way his lips curl into a smirk. Focusing your attention onto his side you gasp at the large gash there still slowly leaking blood.

“Not that bad, doll.”

“James Buchanan Barnes! Just because its not life-threatening does not mean that it’s ‘not that bad’. Dammit Buck why wouldn’t you let me help you take care of this as soon as we got here?!” You huff as you grab some antibacterial cloths and begin cleaning the wound, ignoring his hiss as you do so.

“M’sorry, doll...it’s just...haven’t really had anyone take care of me in...well since before the war to be honest. Got used to taking care of myself...used to not having anyone care.” Bucky’s voice is barely a whisper and you have to strain to listen to him. He’s never been so vulnerable with you and you want to make the most of however long he’s going to let this moment last. When its clear he’s waiting for you to say something you reach one hand up to softly cup his cheek and turn him to face you.

“I care. I care so much, Buck. You just have to let me.” You try to put all your emotions into your gaze, desperate for him to see that he doesn’t have to be alone and that he is loved and cared about. He sighs and leans into your hand more, raising his own to rest on your hip.

“Why?”

He spoke so quietly you’re not sure you heard him and raise an eyebrow to ask him to repeat himself, too afraid of breaking the spell that seems to have fallen over the two of you to speak.

“Why do you care so much, doll? Why me? I’m not...I’m not worth it.”

This is it. The chance to tell him how you feel. If he rejects you that’s fine, you decide. Even if he doesn’t return your feelings at least he will know that he is loved and that’s enough for you right now. Your heart feels like it may burst as you weigh your response carefully.

“You, Bucky, are so worthy of all the care in the world. You went through hell and back a million times over and came out the other side a kind, thoughtful, sweet, considerate, gentle, loving man. The world tried to break all of that out of you but you are too strong and too GOOD. The world owes you and if I could wrap up all the love that exists in it and give it to you I would. But I’ve only got mine so that’s what I’ll give you.”

Dropping your hand from his face to his shoulder, you hold your breath as Bucky’s eyes stare into yours as though searching for something. He tightens his grip on your waist, before finally breaking the heavy silence, his voice at least an octave lower.

“You’ll....give me...your love...?” Bucky is the strongest man you know and yet you have never heard him sound so timid and unsure in all the time you’ve known him. He looks so hopeful and scared and you can’t help the confession bursting from your lips.

“Yes Bucky! I will. I already have. It’s yours. I-I love you.” You take a deep breath before continuing, rambling now. “And I don’t expect to you to return my feelings and I hope I haven’t ruined our friendship because that would just kill me nothing has to change between us I just needed you to know that—mmph—“

You’re cut off by Bucky’s lips connecting with yours, his hands cupping your face, thumbs rubbing gently across your cheekbones. The kiss is gentle, careful, almost tentative at first. But then your arms snake around his neck and one of his hands makes its way into your hair and it becomes passionate and desperate. Bucky pulls you between his thighs so you are flush against him and the feeling of his taut muscles against you makes you moan. Your hands lift to tangle in his hair and tug gently as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip, practically begging for entrance which you immediately grant. He growls into the kiss as he explores every inch of your mouth with his tongue, his hands roaming all across your body, pulling you impossibly closer as you arch into him needing to feel him. He stands suddenly, pushing you back a couple of steps until you are pinned between his body and the wall. You gasp for air and he moves his lips along your jaw, down your neck, and then back up to press another searing kiss against your lips before resting his forehead against yours as he tries to catch his own breath. Your chests rise and fall together and he rubs his nose against yours before placing another tender, gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Sorry....couldn’t help myself...” Bucky manages to tell you between gasps for air.

“Never apologize for THAT...” you giggle and the vibrations of his chuckle against your chest make you feel lightheaded as he leans back to look you in the eye, cupping your cheek tenderly.

“I love you.” He sounds sure. Confident. Like nothing in the world could be more true than that statement. You can’t help the ridiculously giddy grin that splits your face as you tug his face back to yours for another kiss, which he smiles into.

Once you come down from your highs a little bit you manage to coax him back to his spot on the counter and you continue cleaning his injury and stitching him up though it takes much longer now as Bucky keeps distracting you. He plants kisses to your nose, your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, your forearm, basically any part of you that comes close enough to his lips. When you finally finish, you let your hands run along his muscles as you rub your nose against his and kiss him deeply, gently biting his bottom lip eliciting a sound from him that turns your insides completely upside down.

Before you can say or do anything else, the front door opens with a crash and Bucky grabs you and shoves you behind him protectively as he peeks out into the front room to assess the threat.

“Dammit punk! What’re you breaking down the door for?! I thought you were a hostile! Why didn’t you just call and say you were here??!” You sigh in relief at Bucky’s nickname for Steve and move to peer over his shoulder at the Captain as the two super soldiers glare at each other.

“I’ve been calling for several minutes! You didn’t answer! I thought you were in danger, jerk!”

“Sorry, Steve! We were...distracted. Bucky needed stitches.” You quickly apologize and give an excuse in case Bucky isn’t comfortable saying anything yet since you hadn’t exactly taken the time to talk yet. But he just turns to face you and smirks as he tugs you to him for one more kiss before reaching around you to grab his shirt and pull it on.

“Ya. We were pretty damn distracted. Didn’t really appreciate the interruption, punk!” Bucky chuckles and can’t help the grin that has been plastered on his face since you told him you love him. Your cheeks flush as he puts an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to Steve who is looking between you and Bucky with a happy, almost proud, look on his face.

“It’s about damn time, you two! Now, who made the first move? I need to know if I owe Sam $50 or not.”

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ladyvlolypop · 2 years

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In another Lifetime

Kai Parker x Reader

Masterlist

used she/her pronouns for reader and didn't proof read this, english also isn't my first language.

971 words in total.

TW mentions of blood and death

mutual pining, self-sacrifice

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This wasnt the way it should go. You were supposed to get out safely, Damon would kill them before they could do anything. Kai was there, he was there to protect you from them incase Damon messed up. How come that there were two heavily injured with three vampires and three witches? Did Kai get injured because Bonnie wanted to throw him to the wolves again? Did you get injured because you were good friends with him? Why did this happen?

You were walking slowly deeper into the forest, Kai’s arm hung over your shoulder and your arm clung to his side, trying your best to support and carry his limp body. You tripped and barely kept your balance but Kai immediately fell to the ground a small groan escaping his lips. „Shit“ you whispered to yourself and knelt down to him, trying to get him back up again. „C’mon Kai, c’mon, we can’t stay here“ you whispered annoyed and kept trying to pull him off the ground. He was too heavy.

You gave up and knelt back down to him, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. Your breathing was getting heavy and you felt the hot red liquid trickle down your side. You watched Kai’s uncouncious body and examined his wounds. A shot through the shoulder and side. He was losing lots of blood..

This whole thing went terribly wrong. Originally, you were used as a small bait for the enemy to bite on so that Stefan could get Elena back into safety but they opened fire early and Kai got hit first, since you rushed to him you got a hit too and so on. You carried him away into safety and somehow lost the others. Which is nearly impossible since they’re vampires, they should’ve been able to track your blood..

You sighed and looked at Kai. It was as if he was asleep. The magic he owned was slowly drifting off of his grip. Even though he can produce his own magic now through the merge, his body hasn’t completely adapted to the concept of gaining and losing magic in his sleep. As a Siphoner, he’d lose his magic if he became unconscious, now after the merge, it still sometimes happened.

You were tired, very tired. The wound on your side was fresh, deep and sucked the life out of you. Literally. (Y/N) started crying, crying in distress and hopelessly looking around, as if one of her friends would suddenly appear and make everything alright again. She wouldn’t have to watch the love of her life die, right? The tears were streaming down her cheeks and she placed her hands on his chest. She could only save one of them, if she saved him, he’d wake up and heal her too or at least get them out of this hellhole, or she could save herself and he would pass away in his sleep.

(Y/N) knew she couldn’t just kill him, even if she wasn’t in love with him. She wasn’t that selfish, no. She chanted a spell, his wounds healing, his heavy breathing turning even again. He didn’t wake up. „Kai?“ she patted his cheek, he still didn’t wake up. „Kai?“ she repeated louder and he laid there, no movement besides his breathing.

(Y/N) would die tonight. She signed her death sentence.

She laid down beside him, hot tears streaming down her face. Oh god, I’m dying. I’m actually dying. This is the end for me. I’m dying and I didn’t even get to tell him. She held onto her wound and turned to look at him, he was deep asleep. Quiet small sobs escaped her lips, the air was cool and the sky was lit with stars. At least she would die in a nice place, even if the ground was hard and cold. Kai laid right beside her.

He turned in his sleep, his arm pulling (Y/N) closer to himself, his head resting on her shoulder. The spell took the last bit of energy from her but at least he’ll see the sunrise one more time. She laughed sourly, how ironic, that the only time she gets to be this close to him is when she’s on her death bed and he isn’t awake. She played with his hair and looked at him with tears in her eyes. He lookes so innocent, so careless, as if this was just another movie night where he fell asleep on her.

„Kai?“ she whispered and played with his hair some more, he sighed softly, his heavy eyelids barely opening. Was he still asleep? She couldn’t tell. „Kai, I love you“ she whispered and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, she laid her head back on the ground again, struggling to keep her eyes open. She looked at him again. „One day.. the sun will rise on us again, and I can tell you this when you’re awake“ she laughed ironically, coughing up blood in the process. He stirred in his sleep and clinged onto her more. She smiled bitterly and bit her bottom lip, she looked up at the night sky, the last few tears running down her face. And she cursed the universe for this unhappy ending as she closed her eyes, taking her last shallow breath before falling asleep.

„Woah.. sorry I- (Y/N)? (Y/N). Good morning, lovely. We should get going, the sun is like in the middle of the sky, it’s prolly like midday or something and your friends probably miss us, hey wake up now. (Y/N), hey come on, I know you’re acting asleep. Wake up now. (Y/N)? Please wake up. (Y/N)? Stop playing, please. Please wake up, I need you to wake up, please. Please don’t do this to me, I need you here, please. Please.“

#lots of angst #kai parker #kai parker x reader #short story #angst au #more angst #x reader #tvd x reader #tvd fic #imagine #death penalty #mutual pining #original story #my own work

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sarahisslytherin · 3 years

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unconditionally // r.l.

Summary: In which Remus thinks his condition is too much of a burden for you. Contains: Some angst but with a fluffy ending cos I can’t handle a serious moment. A/N: I wrote this for @weasleymuse’s 200 follower writing competition with the prompts “Stop pushing everyone away” and “Why won’t you let me help you?” Word count: 1.5k

They say a watched pot never boils. And you can’t help but agree as you fix the grandfather clock in the Gryffindor common room with an unwavering glare, the hands ticking at what feels like a glacial pace. You’re bouncing your leg compulsively as you wait for the marauders to return. The full moon still hangs in the sky, beautiful yet unwelcome, reminding you that your friends are still out there. Reminding you that he is still out there, torn up as he wanders through the Forbidden Forest.

You’re deep in thought when you hear the portrait swing open. Sirius and James stagger into the common room with Remus’s arms draped across the span of their shoulders, fumbling slightly under his weight.

“Can you open the dormitory door fo’ us, love?” Sirius requests as you approach. You nod, busy assessing the severity of the scars across Remus’s bare torso. There’s a few surface scratches that you pay no mind to. And then there’s the deep gash across his stomach.

“You listening?” you hear James ask.

“Yes, yeah. Sorry, that looks really bad-”

“It’s nothing, darling.” Remus pipes up, voice husky from howling all night. “Barely a scratch.” And then he’s sending a cheeky smile your way. It almost eases your worries. Almost.

You lead the trio through the hallway and into the dorm. As soon as they’ve set Remus down on the edge of his bed, James is running off to fetch some towels and Sirius something for the pain. It’s time for you to do your part. You’ve always had a knack for charms and over the months have managed to concoct a rather rudimentary healing spell. Though it doesn’t always work as it should, it certainly helps with Remus’s more superficial wounds. You treat the thin scratches, assuring yourself they’ve properly stitched up and faded before moving on to the next.

“My little nurse.” Remus chuckles, a fond look in his eye as your gaze meets his. But then all humor is gone, and you can tell some sort of grim realization has fallen upon him. “I’m sorry you have to do this. Stitch me up every month. Stay up for us. For me. The sun’ll be up soon and you haven’t even been to bed.”

You dismiss his pity party with the wave of a hand. “Oh, shush. Let me do my magic. He-he. Get it, magic?” you crack a shitty joke, but it doesn’t land the way your shitty jokes usually do with Remus. His eyes don’t wrinkle behind a smile.

“I’m serious, love.”

“No, you’re not. You’re way cuter than Sirius.” you try again. This time you can see him fighting back a grin, you can tell by the way the ends of his lips curl ever so slightly. But it’s gone as quickly as it appears.

“Always know how to cheer me up.” he murmurs under his breath. He looks down at the open wound you have yet to treat. The one you know you won’t be able to fix. But you have to try, don’t you?

“Alright.” you say, wetting your lips and cracking your knuckles, “Here goes nothing.” You bring your wand up to the wound in question and just as you are about to utter the healing spell, an icy hand seizes your wrist.

“Remus!” you whine, losing all the momentum you’d gathered. “What the hell?”

“It won’t work, we’ve tried that once before. Remember, back in August when I gave myself that gash on my chest? I don’t want you to be discouraged. Your spell just isn’t for wounds this deep.” he winces momentarily as he explains.

“So what? Maybe it’ll work this time.” you counter argue.

“It won’t.”

“Oh, for Godric’s sake, Remus! Why won’t you let me help you?” You’re exasperated now, sick of his fussing and desperate to make his pain go away.

He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t respond because all he can think about is how perfect you’re being, doing and saying everything he’d only ever imagined you saying in daydreams. He’s thinking of the fact that you’re losing sleep over him. That you’ve been cooped up worrying about him. That you’ve spent time you could’ve spent at Hogsmeade with your friends making up spells of your own for the sole purpose of treating him. And now he’s thinking that you don’t deserve this. That you deserve someone who isn’t covered in scars. Someone who can keep you company on nights like these, not keep you up. Someone who isn’t a monster.

“Babe?” he hears you say, and he’s brought back to reality.

“You don’t deserve this.” he says in a quiet voice, or at least quieter than yours had been moments ago. “You don’t need to look after me like this, staying up and worrying about me.”

“Moony, you know I-”

“You should go.” he says, rather coldly and seemingly out of the blue.

“What?”

“I just- I think you should go.” He's still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at the hardwood floor as if it's a script he’s been forced to stick to.

“What do you mean, ‘I should go’?”

His eyes meet yours now, and you can’t help but marvel at how beautiful he looks in this moment. How his chocolate eyes look up at you through his lashes, imploring you to listen. And his lips part, but no words come out.

“Well?”

“It means that I’m holding you back.” he says, a firm quality to his tone that wasn’t there before. “I don’t want your stupid savior complex to keep you in this- less than ideal relationship. You can’t save me.” He goes to stand, but grimaces at the pain and melts back into his seated position. You aren’t having any of this.

“Oh, stop it, Moony. You aren’t holding anybody back. I’m fine, the boys are fine and you’re going to be fine if Sirius ever decides to come back with your painkillers, alright? So just sit still and-”

“No! I’m a burden to you and I know it, even if you don’t.” his voice wavers mid sentence and you sink down to your knees to cup his face, hands ready to brush away the tears threatening to spill over. “I know you see me as some sort of charity case. I know you think you can save me from everything, but you can’t.”

“Stop doing this, Remus. Stop pushing everyone away. Okay?” you speak to him gently, as if trying not to spook an already frightened creature. “And I know I can’t save you from everything, trust me. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try. I’m here for you, and I’m here because I want to be, just like Pads. Just like Prongs. This is no different. I love you just as they do, alright? Unconditionally.”

That’s when those tears finally start coming, and you’re drying them away in record time. Remus goes to bury his now puffy face into the crook of your neck. His arms come around your back and pull you as close as humanly possible.

“I’m sorry I yelled.” he weeps, his frame shaking you both with every sob. You’re running a hand through his sandy tufts and whispering a mantra of “I know”s and “it’s okay”s into his ear. That’s when James and Sirius finally burst in through the door with the towels and painkillers.

“Sorry it took so long. Filch gave us a run for our money, didn’t he, Pads?” James quips lightheartedly as the tension in the air hasn’t really washed over him yet.

“Moony?” Sirius calls in an uncharacteristically soft voice. “You okay, mate?”

Remus pulls his head out from beside your neck after what feels like ages and assures his friends that he’s fine. That’s the last you see of him until morning, as Sirius and James take him to spend the night in the hospital wing.

It’s barely been a couple of hours but it feels like a whole new day now that that wretched full moon is gone and sunlight seeps in through the hospital blinds. You pull back the curtain to find Remus sitting up in his bed, half asleep.

“Hey, there, handsome.” you smirk as you slink into the chair beside the bed. He chuckles at the remark , and honestly, you’re just glad to see him being himself once again. He isn’t wearing a shirt and you notice the wound from last night has been all stitched up.

“Did Madam Pomfrey patch you up?”

He nods in affirmation.

“Sorry about all that drama last night, love.” he says, and you have to lean in to hear his borderline whispers. “I know you dislike hysterics.”

“Oh, please. If you can put up with me on my period, I think I can handle one night of lycanthropic hysteria a month.” you quip, and once again are satisfied when you catch sight of his beaming smile. Remus beckons you over to the bed and wraps an arm around you, both silently agreeing to catch up on some lost hours of sleep right then and there.

#EliseReached200 #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin angst #once again idk what i'm doing

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ignitedbynatsu · 3 years

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He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Laxus

A/N: Erik/Cobra will be up next! I’ll probably post it next Tuesday or something like that. Anyway let me know who you want me to do next! I was thinking Natsu or Rogue 🤔 (future me: well that was a big lie 😶)

warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel weak), cursing

genre: angst to fluff

Other versions:

Gray ~ Erik/Cobra ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Natsu ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Sting ~ Rogue

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It was supposed to be an easy mission. Go in by morning, get back by noon. For some reason you couldn’t get yourself to focus, often leaving blind spots, but luckily Laxus was always in time to protect you from harm.

You didn’t like relying on others, especially Laxus. It only made your overthinking worse. After all, why would he be with someone that’s not even S-class? You’ve heard the whispers in the guild and Magnolia. Mira-Jane and Laxus would’ve been a much better couple than you two. Even Erza would’ve been a better match, but he still chooses you. Was it out of pity? Did he think you’d get better eventually? Was it a joke? After all, you hadn’t been dating for that long. He could easily change his mind if he saw how weak you actually were.

As your thoughts kept going down the negative spiral, you once again left your right side completely open. Only this time Laxus wasn’t in time to protect you, resulting in a nasty cut that ran across your ribcage.

Laxus finally decided he had enough as he saw his significant other clutches her side, blood soaking through the fabric of your shirt. He electrocuted everyone around, making sure not to hit you.

“I’m sorry-“ You wanted to apologize but quickly cowered at his stone-cold glare

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, (Y/N)? How many times am I gonna have to save you today? Get your head out of your ass and start taking this serious, or I’m going home.” He growled “I don’t need this job. If anything it’s an embarrassment that I still go on such low-class jobs. This wouldn’t have happend if I went with Freed”

The vile words that came out of Laxus mouth, confirmed your already overwhelming fears. You were too weak. You were nothing but a burden to him. The difference in power between you two was enormous. While this job seemed like a walk in the park for him, you still would’ve struggled even if you didn’t have an off day. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt that’s for sure, but you still would’ve been drained afterwards.

“I’ll be better,” You said quietly as you bit through the pain. You recollected yourself and fought off the remaining bad guys, making sure that you were covered on all sides.

All throughout the fight, the pain in your side got worse. It felt like someone was stabbing you repeatedly, but you bit your tongue and decided to ignore it. You didn’t want to look even weaker in front of your boyfriend. After all, it was just a light graze, right?

“How’s your wound?” Laxus asked once you left the job requester’s house with your payment. “It’s fine don’t worry about it”

“Really? Let me take a look” He pressed, but you pushed his reaching hands away “I’m serious, Laxus, it’s just a small cut nothing to be worried about”

That was a massive lie. The cut burned with every step you took. The both of you didn’t even notice that there was still some blood spilling out of it due to your shirt being incredibly dirty from the mud and blood mixed together.

Once back at the guild, Laxus went straight up to Freed, Bixlow and Evergreen, while you went and sat at the table Lucy, Wendy and Carle were seated at.

“How did the job go?” Wendy asked as she sipped on whatever drink she had ordered from Mira-Jane.

“Some cuts and bruises, but the payment was worth it” You joked. The two girls and Exeed laughed at that before talking about something else.

You zoomed out as your wound was taking up all of your attention. It felt as if your heart was beating right where the cut was. With every heartbeat, you had to do your best to suppress a wince.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? You look a bit pale” Carle suddenly asked, snapping you out of your thoughts

“Yeah… I’m going to the toilet” You didn’t make it far, because the moment you stood up you collapsed to the ground, fainting from the amount of blood you had lost.

“(Y/N)?” Laxus called out, panicked, as he saw your familiar figure hit the ground with a thud. He quickly shot out of his seat and was in mere seconds crouched next to your body, picking your head up carefully.

“Everyone, step back!” Makarov ordered as Wendy knelt next to you as well. She lifted your shirt and gasped at the deep cut.

“How did you not know about this?” Wendy asked the older mage as Mira-Jane quickly ran off to get a wet towel to clean out your wound and some bandages.

“I know she got hit, but when I asked her about it, she told me it wasn’t anything serious” Wendy was already performing a healing spell on you while Mira-Jane rejoined to clean out the wound. “She lost a lot of blood, so she’ll need some rest, other than that, I think I healed her”

“I’ll take her home. Thank you, Wendy” Laxus picked you up carefully before saying goodbye to the others and reassuring them he’d look after you.

As he walked the short walk home, he couldn’t help but wonder why you lied to him. Did you not trust him?

He had laid you down in bed and decided to prepare the both of you some food while you were still out cold. This is the reason why you woke up to the smell of something burning. “Laxus?” You croaked as you recognized the all too familiar room you woke up in.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed” He quickly rushed you back. It was a rare sight to see Laxus worry about someone this much, but it was a sight you often got to see when you two were alone.

“What happened?” You asked as you peaked over his shoulders at the steam coming out of your kitchen.

“I wanted to make us some food since you were still out cold, but as you can see, it didn’t really go as planned.” He replied as he scratched the back of his neck with the ever slightest tone of pink visible on his cheeks.

“It was very thoughtful of you, thank you,” You said as you got back in bed with you back rested against the headboard.

Laxus sat down as well, but at the end of the bed, putting some distance between the two of you, signalling that something was up. He made it even more clear when he let out a heavy sigh “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal-“ “that’s bullshit, (Y/N), and you know it” He cut you off before you could finish your excuse. A heavy silence was placed upon the two of you. You were contemplating whether you should let him in on your thoughts or not.

“Do you not trust me?” He asked softly, you had never heard the feared Laxus this vulnerable, it made you feel guilty for making him feel that way.

“No! No, of course not. I trust you with all my heart, it’s just…” You trailed off, at a lost for words once again. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of him. Furthermore, you wanted to prove that you were just fine, but you couldn’t think of a believable lie.

“(Y/N), please, tell me what’s on your mind. Was it something I said?” He pressed on.

“What is it that you see in me, Laxus?” You asked softly. “Where is this coming from?”

You sighed, making sure you were 100% okay with letting him in on your insecurities before continuing “You can’t tell me you haven’t heard the whispers on the street about you and Mira. You two would be a much better match. I’m just some weak mage that’s only holding you back. I’ll never reach your level. Not only that, but I don’t even get why you still want to go out with me on these kind of jobs ‘cause it’s as you said, it’s an embarrassment for you to still do these. The fact that I still see them as hard only proofs how I’ll never be good enough to be an S-class wizard like Mira or Erza. I’ll never live up to the standard of being the girlfriend of the powerful Laxus. I’m just… Not good enough I guess”

He listened carefully that every word that left your mouth and realization struck him as you recalled his words. He had made you doubt yourself. “Is that really what you think I care about?”

You looked up at him and softly nodded your head while biting down your lip. Afraid of him starting to laugh at you for your insecurities. “Listen, (Y/N), I wouldn’t give two flying shits about you being strong or not. Hell, I wouldn’t even care if you had magic or not. I fell in love with you for who you are. You are the smartest, most creative, breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Don’t even get me started on that smile. I am deeply sorry for playing into your securities. I was frustrated with myself for not protecting you from that bad guy in time. Please, don’t ever feel like you can’t tell me something because you’re afraid that you’ll come across as weak. I care much more for your health than your pride”

“You love me?” You asked as you looked at him with puppy eyes.

“That’s all you took from that?” He chuckled softly, making you give him a sheepish smile “But, yes, I love you. I know we’ve only been dating for a couple of months and I don’t expect you to say it back, so-“

“I love you too, Laxus. Sorry for making you think I couldn’t trust you.” You said as you inched closer to give him a sweet kiss “So, how about some take out?”

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jeonggukieverse · 3 years

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I love you, Idiot

Request

hi can I request a tsundere reader with Jungkook? you can add smut if you want. oh and can I the reader be smol? like real tiny in size?? 🧍‍♀️thank you!!

(PS: I don't know if you know what tsundere is, a lot of people don't so it's basically just someone who's real cold/ distant and angry/hot-headed)

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Idiots to lovers, CollegeAU!, Childhood friends AU, Friends To Lovers, fluff, smut, angst (if you squint)

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), idiots, emotional constipation

Word count: 4.5k+

A/N: This is my first ever request, sorry if it not the best and for any grammar or spelling mistakes :( I really enjoyed writing it though, it was a very good prompt. Hope you like it anon

(i’m not great at describing outfits, but party JK looks like 190616 Jungkook for reference)

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You hated being small. Not only was it very inconvenient it was also very unattractive in your opinion. In your class all of the other girls were tall and slender with modelesque features. Then there was you. Barely even there. This fact was made painfully more apparent by the 5”10 boy that stuck to you like glue. Speaking of, where was he?

“Wait up, Elfie!” you heard a voice shout, echoing across your college courtyard. Speak of the devil, you thought as you turned around to see him leisurely jogging towards you.

Because your mums were best friends, Jeon Jungkook had been beside you ever since you both could walk. In fact, your first ever memory was of him putting a band aid over your knee after you’d embarrassingly fell off of your bike. You don’t know why but you remember having little butterflies in your tummy as you looked down at him tending your wound. The feeling was bizarre and you acted on what your primal instinct told you to do. You kicked him, not hard but hard enough to frazzle him and knock him onto his butt. In your immature 4-year-old state, you recall telling him “Get off me! I’m not a baby you know!”. You can’t imagine what he must have thought as you proclaimed your maturity while you stood there in pig tails and overalls with puffy red tear-stained cheeks.

Since then, that’s how it had always been. Every time Jungkook showed you any kind of kindness or affection, you’d get all huffy and embarrassed and lash out at him. You didn’t know what this emotion was until Jungkook got his first girlfriend when you were 13. It was only when you saw him holding hands with someone else that the jealousy you felt in your heart was confirmation of the big fat crush you had on him.

“We’re in college now, must you insist on still calling me that stupid name?” you said shortly as he reached his rightful place beside you

“Sorry little elf, some nicknames just stick for life. Plus, you’ll never grow out of it cause you’ll always be my adorable little elf” He retorted while reaching down to ruffle your hair

You felt heat run over your cheeks at his praise and you did what came naturally to you. You punched him in the arm.

“s-shut up Jeon!” you yelled as he giggled “Might have to nickname you Mike Tyson instead Elfie, your punches are getting a lot harder these days haha” he continued to chuckle as you couldn’t help but notice that one dimple in his cheek that also appeared when he was concentrating very hard on somethi-

“Anyway!” he interrupted pulling you out of whatever jeon Jungkook rabbit hole you were about to fall into

“Are you still coming with me to Taehyungs party tonight?” he questioned

“Of course I am, you promised you’d buy me pizza after so I’m contractually obligated now” you said rolling your eyes.

Taehyung was an old teammate of Jungkook’s that went to a different college, they used to play on the same soccer team in 4th grade and I guess they just developed a bond and stayed friends. You weren’t really close to any of Jungkook’s other friends. Part of you was afraid that they’d see past your little act and know how much you liked him. So, you didn’t really hang out with anyone except Jungkook really.

“Nice! Alright Elfie, I need to run cause I’m late for class but I’ll pick you up at 9, yeah? Don’t be late” He semi yelled, already running to class.

True to his word. He was at your dorm room at 9pm on the dot. Regardless of that, you still planned to teas him anyway.

“You’re 20 seconds late jeo-” you stopped midsentence. Jungkook had always been handsome and always had a sense of style you found charming but tonight was a completely different ball game.

There he stood dressed in all black looking like an absolute dream.

“My eyes are up here Elfie” he teased

“Ew! Don’t flatter yourself bunny! I just noticed that this is the first time you haven’t looked like you just rolled out of bed is all” you lied, turning back into your dorm trying desperately to hide your reddening cheeks.

“Is that your way of telling me I look good?” he replied. You couldn’t see him but you could hear the smirk in his voice

“I guess…” you mumbled “Let’s get going before were late” you rushed as you grabbed your bag, hoping this would be the end of this conversation.

"Well since were handing out compliments, I think you look really pretty tonight elfie. your legs look amazing in that dress"

"Shut up!" you yelled as you watched his shoulders bob up and down as he laughed.

"Also, remember to grab your ID! Tae's party is BYOB so, we'll need to swing by the store before we get there" he said absentmindedly leaning on your doorframe as he watched you grab your bits and bobs.

"I feel like I'll lose it, can you look after it for me?"

"Hey, what my elf wants, she gets" he replied while you rolled your eyes.

Honestly speaking, Taehyung's party was actually kind of fun. It was very loud, naturally, so loud the bass of the music made your body feel like it was vibrating. So Jungkook, being himself, took you and a group of his friends outside to sit around the fire pit so you can actually hear one another talk.

Naturally, you spent the whole night stuck to Jungkook’s side. Listening to his stories and watching him animatedly talk about how him and Taehyung used to piss of the coach by ‘accidentally’ coming to practice 15 minutes late and missed the intense part of the warm up.

You were in love with this boy. Why was that so hard for you to admit to him? It’s like every time he would even look at you with the universe shining in those big Bambi eyes, he could see your soul. It’s like he was looking into your truth but choosing to ignore it. He made you so nervous all you wanted to do was climb underneath the surface of the earth and never come out. You felt naked under his gaze, it was uncomfortable but it was a feeling you never wanted to be without.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt Jungkook stand up while looking at his phone.

“Everything good, bunny?” you questioned

“Yeah, Elfie, everything’s fine. A friend of mine has just shown up, I’m gonna go grab her”

Her? As confident and beautiful as Jungkook was, you knew he was pretty much allergic to other girls. In the years that you’d known him, the only women he ever spoke to were either related to him or you. Leaving out his 13-year-old girlfriend cause that relationship was the most awkward thing you’d ever seen. Didn’t stop you feeling jealous though. And as you watched him walk away a similar feeling was bubbling in your chest.

“She’s just a friend you know.” A voice beside you rang. You looked over to see Tae looking in your direction.

“They’re partners in their sports science class, that’s how he knows her. No need to look so worried.” He winked. Were you that obvious?

“N-no, it’s not like that. I don’t care who he talks to” you protested eagerly. God, you didn’t sound very convincing at all.

“You didn’t sound very convincing at all” Taehyung snickered, practically reading your mind.

You looked at him, slightly embarrassed, but you joined in on his laughter. You didn’t expect Taehyung to be this nice, honestly. A very pleasant surprise.

You continued casual small talk with Tae until you heard a booming voice in front of you.

“Guys, this is my lovely friend Rose! Be very nice to her, she lets me cheat off her test so I need to stay on her good side” Jungkook joked.

As soon as your eyes set on her, you felt yourself shrink even smaller. She was beautiful and tall and way better than you. She was the kind of girl you’d see on Pinterest drinking Iced coffee and writing on a laptop in Starbucks. She looked like she sociable as her eyes darted to everyone, she met them with a charming smile revealing her perfect teeth. The thing that hurt you the most, they looked amazing together. You could not compete, even if you tried

“Taehyung! Long-time no see! How the hell have you been, still causing trouble?” Rose chimed as she walked over to Tae, almost completely ignoring you. Well, you wished she had completely ignored you cause what she did next was entirely worse.

As she walked over to Tae, her eyes landed on you and she let out an audible gasp. She stopped mid stride, causing people around us to look at her and she loudly proclaimed:

“Oh my gosh you are so cute! You’re actually the most adorable little person I’ve ever seen! I can’t believe it, Kookie, you said she was small but I didn’t know you meant this small, she’s adorable” she proclaimed loudly.

You wanted to completely disappear. Several eyes now landed on you, examining if her words were true. You wanted to simply disappear. At that moment you turned to Jungkook, telepathically pleading for help.

“I know right! She’s fucking adorable” he chortled in agreement looking down at you

“Little Elfie”. That was it, you stood up and left. Completely humiliated and on the verge of tears. You pushed past Jungkook, making sure to give him a punch in his arm as you passed.

You just wanted to leave. You just wanted to be away from people. You didn’t want to exist right at that very moment.

You pushed past the bodies of people in the house and made it to the front door. You were about to pull it open until you felt a hand holding your arm. You knew it was him, so you did what naturally came to you, you spun round and gave him a slap.

Only for you to be humiliated further because you realised, you’d just slapped Kim Taehyung in the front entrance of his own house.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

“Damn, you must really be pissed off at him huh?” he laughed rubbing his cheek trying to play off the fact that you’d just novella slapped him in the face. “let’s get you some air” he said as he led you outside.

You both sat down on the steps of his porch and stared into the night sky. The cold breeze and lack of social stimulation allowed the fact that you had just acted completely irrationally to sink in. And thus furthered your embarrassment.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, still looking into the sky. You appreciated that he was giving you space and not staring you down in a vulnerable moment.

You let out and exasperated huff of air “I made a completed ass of myself, didn’t I?” you said, looking down into the grass unable to look up as the sky reminded you of him.

“I dint mean to get upset but I’m aware that I’m small, doesn’t mean I like it”

“But your cute thou- “

“That doesn’t matter! I’m in my 20s! I’m an adult and everyone still treats me like a kid. Especially Jungkook. He treats me like I’m made of glass or something. I’m never allowed to be independent or do anything on my own because he won’t let me. Cause he’s always fucking there. Like I’m some charity case or something.” You rushed.

You didn’t really know you felt like that. Once the words started they just wouldn’t stop.

“Damn, does Jungkook know you feel like that?” Tae questioned trying to be as gentle as possible knowing that you were very sensitive right now

“of course not. How could I possibly tell him that I feel babied by him?” you huffed again

“You could try? I’m sure he’d understand and give you some space.” He suggested

You shook your head, not believing him.

“Look, I know you know Jungkook better than anyone. You know that this is just how he is. I remember one summer I broke my leg and had to miss 3 months of practice. Still Jungkook would come to my house every day and fill me in on what I missed. So much so, that it was getting to the point where it was annoying so I had to tell him to chill. We know that’s just how he is; he doesn’t like to see loved ones at a disadvantage. So, he’ll go out of his way to make sure they know they’re valued. Ya know?” He spoke, still looking up.

“I guess you’re right” you agreed, sheepishly.

“Just be honest with the kid, eh? About everything. And I mean everything” his head finally turned to you with his eyebrow cocked. You felt your face redden again.

“Okay, your right, I will” you nodded. As you got up and readied yourself to go back into the trenches of that party, you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. It was a text form Jungkook and it read:

You were shocked. Jungkook had never left you on your own before. He must think you’re gonna punch him again.

You asked tae to walk you home and he did. You texted jungkook as you you started getting ready for bed:

No reply. Which was odd but you paid it no mind. Until you did.

It had been 5 days since Jungkook had read your text but hadn’t gotten back to you. This is the longest you’ve gone without seeing him in, well, ever. You were debating whether or not to march over to his dorm until you walked past your campus coffee shop and saw him with Rose.

They were smiling and cozy and looked like they were having a good time. It was then that you had come to the realisation that the thought you had at the party about them looking good together wasn’t induced by the influence of the alcohol but was a stone cold fact. They looked like the kind of couple you’d see in a kdrama and that felt like a dagger to the heart.

You turned back the way you came in an attempt to block the tears but the image of them both was burned in your mind and you were sure it was going to be scorched there forever.

You burst through your dorm door, jumped on your bed and sobbed. All the regrets you had finally pouring out of you, like a dam finally bursting. You don’t know how long you were crying for but when you looked up out your window, it was nightfall. You had probably cried yourself to sleep and it was a firm knock on the door that had disturbed your pity party.

You tried your best to compose yourself as you walked to the door. You hesitantly pulled open the door and there he stood. Jeon Jungkook

“Sorry to bother you but, you left your ID with me. I figured you might nee- Have you been crying?” he interrupted himself.

“No!” You said sharply

“Oh, okay. Well, here you go” he said as he placed the ID in your palm.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Is that it? You se me with puffy eyes, a runny nose and moist cheeks and you just leave?” you yelled

“I asked you if you were crying, you said ‘no’, so I was going to be on my way. I didn’t wanna push you” he rebuttled with unarguable logic

“But I was obviously lying! Do you just not care anymore?! Now you have Rose, you just don’t care?!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME _____?!” he yelled. You cant remember the last time he’d used your actual name

“Wow, so that’s it? Years of friendship over because you found someone else” your voice cracked as you held back tears

“_____, what are you talking about? Rose has a girlfriend. Plus you’re the one who was sat bitching to Taehyung about how suffocating I am and how I baby you but when I finally listen and decide to give you space, you lash out at me. So please, please tell me, what the fuck is going on in that brain of yours”

“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU! YOU JERK!” You screamed.

There was a stillness after your revelation. Not an awkward one like you’d expected, it was like a calmness after a storm, like everything was back to how it was meant to be or maybe it had become something new and better entirely.

“What?” he asked softly

“I’m in love with you” you said looking away from him now, so much for the stillness. “I always have been. I never told you cause I never know how and I knew you saw me as nothing more than a little kid you needed to take care of.” You grumbled

After a brief pause, Jungkook began to laugh. Not just a little snort or chuckle but a full-blown belly laugh at the front door of your dorm. You’re not gonna lie, it stung a little

“I’m glad you find me so funny asshole” you said as you swung back ready to punch him. He grabbed your fist before you could strike.

“Hey what are- “he cut off your rant with a kiss. As your lips met, all the feelings of embarrassment and anger melted away and the calmness returned. This felt right”

He pulled away, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You idiot, I love you too. You were always so cold towards my affection I just assumed it was one sided. The only way I could show how much I cared for you was by always being by your side. It was the only thing you never punched me for” he said as he looked into your eyes

You wanted to hit him again but you fought your instinct and instead caressed his face and pulled him into another kiss.

You felt like you weighed nothing as Jungkook carried you across your dorm over to your bedroom, legs now wrapped around his waist. Still fully captivated with your lips on his, you hadn’t realised that he had stopped at the bottom of your bed with you still in his arms.

With his knee now pressed into the mattress, he placed you down gently on your sheets; hair sprawled out delicately on your pillows before his smooth lips went back to giving desperate kisses.

With your eyes shut tight, due to sheer embarrassment, you felt Jungkook’s lips trail down your jaw. You paused, held your breath, while you felt his tongue across the skin of your neck. Instinctively, you raised your hand brushed your fingers through Jungkook’s dark locks as his kisses to your neck became more vigorous. You could feel his entire weight pressing into you, and it only made you want him more.

Jungkook could clearly see your chest rising and falling as he undid the buttons of your shirt. You watched him as he began to shed the material off your body – feeling the cold air of your room come into contact with your naked chest.

Suddenly, you remembered where you were, what you were doing and who you were doing it with and you suddenly became shy again.

“D-don’t look at me, you perv” you chastised while raising your hands to cover yourself. Jungkook immediately took you by your wrists – pinning them to the bed.

“You don’t hide from me _____” the deep softness of his voice sent goosebumps along your skin.

“Do you want this, _____? Do...do you want me to do this?”

“S-stop calling me that!” you pouted. Your name sounded foreign on his lips

“Oh?”, he said, with a mischievous smirk in his tone, “I thought you didn’t like Elfie”

“I don’t like it…I just like that it’s what you call me” you whispered bashfully unable to look at him.

You felt the breath of his chuckle hit your naked skin and the sensation made your underwear damper than it already was.

“Well, if that’s what my Elfie wants, it what she gets”

He continued his trail down your body stopping just before your folds, noticing that you were now rolling your hips ever so slightly and in desperate need of some form of friction.

“Not so tough now, are we princess? Look how desperate you are for me” he teased while slowly pulling down your underwear. You almost begged, but your pride held it in. You knew you would not be able to take the anticipation any more as you felt his breath fan over your wetness.

Without any more hesitation, Jungkook let his tongue pass his lips and lightly trail over your slit, feeling you gasp from the contact. You felt his tongue pass through your folds as he began giving you small, gentle licks to get you used to the sensation.

“Jungkook....oh my gosh...” you moaned, feeling his tongue put more pressure on your swollen nub before his lips covered it – sucking hard and pleasuring you in the most intense way you had ever felt.

Your sounds filled your room while you made eye contact with him between your legs.

“Why the hell are you looking at me?” you groaned trying to maintain your bravado. Your body betrayed you though as you found yourself letting out a loud moan while you found yourself reaching with your hand down towards his free one, and Jungkook instantly picked up on your need to have your fingers intertwined in his. He took your hand – letting you squeeze the upper-side of his palm, and he loved the feeling. Of you. Of you needing him.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop if you don’t feel comfortable, Elfie.” he looked you dead in your eyes with his thumbs resting on the waistline of his jeans.

You nodded at him silently “I want you Kookie…just – don’t be too rough with me, okay?” you said gently, finally allowing yourself to be gentle with him.

Jungkook smiled at you, taking note that you were allowing him in. Both your heart and your body.

“I’ll be gentle...this time, princess” he murmured with deviance, leaving you with a shocked look on your face as you thought “This time...meaning, there’ll be a next time?”

Jungkook positioned himself slowly at your entrance, leaning his weight on his knees as the moonlight shone through your window and cascaded shadows over your body. You looked like a dream. You looked like his dream.

“______” Jungkook whispered softly, gazing into your stare while he ran the back of his finger along your burning cheek. “I-” he paused as you hung off his every word.

“I love you”

“I- love you too, Jungkook” you replied without needing any time to think about it. In any other situation, you would have probably stopped breathing at his confession and hit him but upon hearing his tender, delicate confession while you were both at your most vulnerable state, you could only smile and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. This was it; he had broken down your walls and you were his.

As the kiss turned sweet, you felt the tip of his cock probe your entrance – sliding himself in as gently as he could. You shut your eyes tight, relishing in the feeling of his intrusion as he explored your body. Jungkook almost gasped at your tightness gripping his shaft – how warm you made him feel had him rendered almost completely still. He stopped at certain intervals, making sure you were okay in between kisses. Before he finally sunk his length inside you entirely, you whimpered into his ear, lightly trailing your nails along the skin of his shoulder blades. Jungkook returned his forehead to yours, both your lips ghosting over each other’s as he pulled back out slowly – before entering you once more. Soft sighs and gasps left both of your lips as Jungkook kept a slow, controlled movement – knowing that he had played with you enough beforehand to ready you for the experience

He leaned back, placing his hands on either side of your rib-cage as he repositioned his legs beneath him. “If it’s too much I’ll stop” he panted, seeing you nod he began setting a slightly quicker pace inside you. You could feel the natural curve of his cock reach deep within your snug tightness, making you moan his name along with a string of curses.

“Say my name again Elfie..., you sound so pretty. I want to hear you...louder...” Jungkook produced a low growl as he gripped your frame tighter. You obeyed his commands, letting his name fall from your lips “Jungkook” you mewled

“Not that name, baby” he replied while thrusting into you.

“Please…Kookie” you corrected, earning you a needy groan from him. You raised your arms above your head and rested them on the top end of the pillow. Jungkook became captivated by the natural bounce of your breasts below him with each thrust he gave you, reaching up to hold both of them in each hand while caressing you in a gentle, yet forceful way.

You didn’t blush at the sound of your lewd wetness lapping between your legs or at the sound of his skin slapping against yours. In fact, you found yourself loving those sounds, mixed with Jungkook’s deep growling and panting that let you know he felt damn good inside you.

Jungkook pressed his lips to yours a final time, before feeling the tightness of your orgasm contract around his length – hearing you cry out as he swallowed your voice with his kisses. As you dug your nails into his back, Jungkook hissed at the sensation – before letting go entirely and spilling his seed into you. You loved hearing him shamelessly moan your nickname over and over again in your ear, feeling him twitch inside you – before feeling his tensed-up muscles relax on top of you.

“Elfie...” Jungkook whispered, large breaths escaping both your lips as he slowed his movements, gently pulling himself out of you.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even formulate a basic thought, for all you could feel was the purest form of happiness.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Jungkook returned to your side, his eyes searching your features for any sign of pain or discomfort. But instead, he was met by a faint, gentle smile on your lips.

“I’m...I’m great. You’re great. Kookie…” you replied hazily, pressing your hand to his chest and taking another look at his naked body next to yours.

You both rested there, wrapped up in each other’s post orgasmic embrace in comfortable science. Both not realising that the other was thinking the same thing:

‘I love you, idiot’

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