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A Hard Lesson (Professor!Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader)

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Summary: mean history professor, horny student that wants to please him at all costs.

Tags: Fluff, jealousy, a bit of sexual language at the end.

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“Sofia?” The woman smiled at you big, “please tell me you are Sofia, or my brother may just kill me.”�� She giggled nervously at your astonished face as you were still in shock.

“Y-yes,” you finally responded, nodding in confirmation. The woman walked towards you and embraced you, giving you a tight hug. She smelled good. You hugged her back, still, a bit shook but happy by her reaction.

“Oh, you don’t know how happy it makes me to see you here,” she squeezed you, “I suppose you’ve solved things. It was all his fault. He can be an absolute dickhead at times. His friends are even worse. You were absolutely correct.” She finally let go of you, and you gave her a thankful smile, relieved to know Benedict’s sister didn’t think you had been unfair to her brother.

“Thank you, yes….” you wanted to reassure her that you had fixed things, but the door opened again, Benedict walking in with the familiar bag from the French boulangerie. Your eyes met his as his sister turned to look at him. The two of you exchanged an equally apologetic and confused look.

“Hello Benedict,” his sister spoke to him, bringing the attention back to her.

“What are you doing here?” He answered, taking off his jacket and placing the bag on the entrance table.

“Oh, don’t be rude,” she rolled her eyes, hugging him too, “I am happy I came to check on you. I finally got to meet Sofia! I was worried about you! You haven’t talked to me since Monday.”

“Everything is good,” his eyes moved back to you, trying to check if you were okay. “You can get going now.” His eyes rolled back to her to give her a disapproving glare.

“I thought we would have breakfast together,” she seemed disappointed, and you were a bit excited to have a chance to talk to Ben’s sister.

“We should!” You interrupted their conversation, causing the two to look at you with starkly different expressions.

“We don’t hav-" Ben tried to let you know, worried you felt pressured to spend time with her.

“I want to.” You smiled at him reassuringly, hoping he was okay with it too.

“Amazing! Perfect! Is this a fresh baguette and croissants?” She took off her jacket, grabbed the bag from the table, and walked to the kitchen.

“I am sorry,” Benedict whispered, reaching for your waist as you followed her.

“Are you okay with this?” You asked, starting to worry this was too much for him.

“Of course, I was just worried it would be too much for you.” He clarified, holding you tighter.

“No, it is perfect,” you smiled and reached for his face, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Anybody else wants coffee?” Ben’s sister shouted from the kitchen, causing both of you to move again.

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You put on some trousers and then spent the next hour talking with Tracy, absolutely in love with her personality. She was so sweet and already treated you like you were family. Ben couldn’t keep his eyes off both of you, absolutely delighted by how you seemed to get along.

The door rang again after a bit, causing you and Ben to stiffen in your seats as he gave you a reassuring look, standing up to check who it was. Two sets of footsteps moved towards the kitchen as you sat straighter ready to greet whoever that was. Tom’s face peeked into the kitchen first as he smiled at you big.

“What are you doing here?” You shouted, smiling back and getting up to hug him, stopping in your tracks once you felt Tracy’s inquisitive look on you. Benedict entered the room, too, pulling an extra chair for Tom.

“Just came to check if Ben needed any help,” he smirked, waiting for Tracy to look at her brother to wink at you. You shook your head, hitting him on the arm softly. “Hello Tracy,” he called her attention again, sitting by her side as you went back to your seat next to Ben.

“Hello Tom,” she reached for his arm, sharing familiar affection. “It seems like we all had the same plan to come to bother this morning.”

“Indeed,” Benedict shook his head, grabbing the cups from the table and putting them in the dishwasher. You stood up to help, grabbing the rest of the dishes. “It seems like I cannot have you for myself even for a morning,” Benedict joked, glancing at the two visitors that had started their own conversation.

“How did the interview go?” You whispered back, looking up at him.

“Very well. They seemed to like me. They should give me an answer in the upcoming days. I will inform the uni immediately, hoping they’ll make a counteroffer.”

“Leverage,” you repeated to yourself, not letting the worry of him moving away take over.

“Just leverage,” he repeated, reaching for your waist and bringing you closer, pressing a kiss on your forehead before moving to your ear, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You inhaled his cologne and hugged him a bit tighter, only letting go when your eyes met Tracy’s.

“I should get going. Sofia, let me know when you are free so that we can grab dinner together!” She spoke up, standing up.

“Yes, of course!” You nodded emphatically, excited to hear she wanted to see you again.

“We’ll let you know when we have time,” Benedict added.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I was inviting her, not you,” Tracy winked at you as she walked out of the kitchen to retrieve her jacket. “Tom!” She shouted, causing the three of you to follow her to the entrance, “stop flirting with my future sister-in-law!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tom grinned back at her, placing his arm around your shoulder. “See you soon, Tracy!”

Tracy simply shook her head and smiled, entertained by the whole ordeal. She gave Benedict a last approving look and walked out. As soon as the door closed, Benedict reached for Tom’s arm and pulled it away from you, grabbing your hand and pulling you to him, amusingly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your back against his front.

“Are you ready?” Tom asked, ignoring his best friend.

“Ready?” Benedict raised an inquisitive eyebrow, pulling you slightly to his side so he could look at your face.

“We were gonna go dress shopping,” You gave him a soft smile, informing him of your plans.

“Today?” He asked, letting the disappointment seep through his words.

“It was just an idea,” you instantly back-pedalled, eager to spend your day with Benedict if possible.

“Let’s just do tomorrow,” Tom chimed in, hoping to please his friend. “After my morning meeting with your friends.”

“I had told them I would grab lunch with them after your meeting,” you pressed your lips together, feeling how Benedict’s arms grew loser. “I can cancel,” you added, gripping onto your professor’s arms, inviting him to hold you tightly again.

“They can join us. I am sure they have better taste in dresses than I do and it is good publicity. Matilda has made sure to point at me every time we ran into each other, and she is talking to someone,” Tom giggled, amused. You felt Ben’s body stiffen as he put distance between the two of you. You turned to look at his face, worried, but he looked stoically forward.

“Like that, we can spend today together if you are free,” you searched for his eyes, nodding softly in reassurance. Benedict swallowed loudly before meeting your gaze, trying his best to give you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You reached for his hand, holding it, hoping it would bring him some comfort but he pulled away from your touch.

“Yes, you can stay if you want.”

You closed your eyes and sighed at Benedict’s words, moving further away from him and towards Tom. The two of you shared a concerned look as you placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered, “I need to deal with this in private. I will see you tomorrow, okay?” Benedict watched the two of you carefully, offended by the gesture.

Tom nodded as you stepped back, giving his friend one final look before walking to the door, “have a lovely day, Cumberbatch.”

The sound of the door closing filled the room with imminent tension as Benedict fought with himself on whether to ask you about what had just happened or not. “What was that all about?” He broke his silence, internally cursing himself as soon as the words were out.

“What?” You acted confused, walking out of the room before he could answer, crossing the corridor into his bedroom. Benedict followed you, feeling a mix of confusion and anger grow in his chest.

“Why are you walking away?” His voice lowered as his tone raised just so slightly.

“You said I could stay if I wanted. I don’t,” you responded matter of fact, not even looking at him, faking to search for your things.

“You know what I meant,” he sighed, moving towards you, but you turned to glare at him.

“If this is going to be the situation every time Tom is around. I don’t want it.” Your tone was clear and unmovable. “Now, I won’t ask again. Do you want me to stay?”

“Of course, I do,” he shook his head, “I am sorry. You are right. It just bothers me.”

“Well, it shouldn’t, and if anything, you should pull me closer when you are jealous, not let go. Fucking show that I am yours,” you were staring at each other, one step separating your bodies.

“You know I cannot do that,” he clenched his jaw, overwhelmed by the frustration.

“I am not asking you to show the world, Benedict. Show me.” You stepped forward, raising your gaze to meet his. He exhaled, now so close to you you could feel the warmth of it.

“Don’t talk to me that way,” he raised his hand, grabbing your jaw slightly.

“Or?” You tempted him, unwilling to break the eye contact.

“Or I’ll make sure you can’t talk until I am done with you.” You felt a coil tighten in your belly at his words, getting him exactly where you wanted him. “Don’t fucking smile at me like that. That’s what you want, isn’t it? God, you fucking want it so bad.” He looked at you with disgust, but you knew he didn’t mean it. “You want me to show you who you belong to?”

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Liv's note

This chapter was supposed to be longer but I had no time. I was a bit hesitant about this chapter, including Benedict's sister and all. I decided to go with it because I always think that honouring the people that have left us by putting them in writing furthers their legacy even if it is within a non-sensical meaningless fanfiction written by me. Ben seemed to be close to her and to have a lot of love for her and I wanted to show this mutual affection in the text. I also wanted to reiterate the importance of family for his character. I hope this does not offend anyone.

I hope you all have had a lovely Saturday. I just want to quickly remind everyone that I am just a person like all of you, and being impolite and demanding won't get you more chapters. It will just make me anxious and make me want to stop writing this work.

Have a lovely Sunday, I apologise again for the delay.

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Dandelions Masterlist

Warning: Heavy references to DS:MoM

Rated M: includes portrayals of elements such as violence and themes that require a mature outlook.

Genre: Enemies to Lovers. Adventure. Action. Young Adult. Angst.

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Chapter I : Drawn To You

Chapter II : All the Wrong Buttons

Chapter III : Divine Magic

Chapter IV : The Fool

Chapter V : Some Enchanted Evening

Chapter VI : Teeth

Chapter VII: The Iron Mage

Chapter VIII: The Floating Sanctum

Chapter IX:

Chapter X:

Chapter XI:

Chapter XII:

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Garden of Eden - Prologue || Surgeon!Stephen x Nurse!Reader

Words: 2.8K

Genre: Hospital Romance, Love Triangle/Square.

Summary: You've been warned to keep your guard up and don't engage but when Stephen purposely mistaken you for someone else to get you name, he wasted no time to lure you into his trap.

A/N: Keep in mind that the Stephen in this story is different from our original one. You can imagine Chris as Chris Evans because why the F not?

It all begins with you. It all begins with you starting a new job at Metro General Hospital, and you're travelling there on your way to work. The song "One More Night" by Maroon 5 was playing on the radio, and you could be seen bobbing your head to the rhythm while tapping your hand on the top of the steering wheel. Your hyperactivity was a coping mechanism for the anxiety you were experiencing before you start this new job. You have been attempting to persuade yourself that it is natural to have feelings such as these while entering a new setting; nonetheless, those negative ideas continue to win the battle.

Before you stepped out of your car and into the parking lot, where other physicians were making their way towards the elevator, you checked yourself out in the rearview mirror, restyled your curtain bangs, and tightened your high ponytail.

You started to have some feelings of insecurity as a result of the looks that were being thrown in your direction, and you started to question whether or not the black blazer dress, Prada loafers, and Valentino purse that you were wearing was appropriate for the first day of your new job. After pushing the button for the eighth level, you found yourself in the centre of the elevator, and you could feel that all six sets of eyes were fixed on you.

You took out your phone to double verify the floor number of the Neurosurgery department, which turned out to be Level 8, Ward 8A South. While the elevator was climbing so slowly, you cast a peek across to the digitised dial that was dialling up. You lowered your hands in front of you and began tapping them impatiently as you continued to feel those watchful eyes on you. As soon as those sliding doors opened, you dashed out of that elevator. At the end of the corridor was a large sign that said Ward 8A South, and when you saw it, you breathed a sigh of relief since it meant that you did not need to ask anybody else.

The double doors stayed open, and you could immediately see how immaculate the ward seemed to be. Everything appeared to be so orderly and tidy that it nearly made you feel embarrassed about your previous workplace, which was more prestigious than this one.

As you entered your new workplace, you flashed a kind smile at the nurses who were sitting at the nurses station, awaiting the arrival of the morning shift. Everyone was anticipating your arrival, and everyone knew who you were, so they welcomed you with a kind grin.

“Good Morning,” You greeted them and did a double take to your right to find your office that already had your name on it.

“Good Morning,” They all simultaneously offered their greetings to you. The ward manager's eyes lit up as he detected your presence in the ward, peeking out of his office doorway. The man who was six feet tall and dressed in scrubs approached you as if you didn’t know him already. After seeing a familiar face, all of a sudden your nervousness melts away.

“Finally glad you joined our team,” Christopher playfully hits you with the rolled piece of paper in his hand, “This is (Y/N) everyone, she’s permanently our nurse educator from now on.”

You and Chris went to nursing school together along with three other friends who work here. You and Chris had the strongest relationship out of all of them, mostly due to the fact that you both placed a high priority on your academics and spent a lot of time together in libraries and studying back then.

“We know Chris, you wouldn’t stop going on and on about it.”

“He wasn’t joking when he said you worked at the Presbyterian.” A comment was made by one of the female nurses expressing admiration for your pricey clothing. Her remark made you awkwardly laugh out loud, you internally decided that you are going to dress more subduedly tomorrow, and you may even simply change into your scrubs.

“You people need to believe in your manager a bit more.” Chris shook his head before turning his attention back to you, “Have you seen your office?” Chris wiggled his brows and opened the door for you.

It was clear that Chris put a lot of effort into this space given that it seemed to be organised in the exact same way that you would do it. Back then, it was obvious that he paid attention to how meticulously you had set up your table; the only one who is clueless of this is you.

“I like it.” You smiled and carefully placed your bag onto your chair, “Mind showing me around the ward?

“Of course, I’ll introduce you to the morning staff, they’re all in the break room having their pre-shift break. Follow me.” Chris waved his arm for you to follow and opened the door of the break room which was right beside his office.

“Good morning~” Chris sang as he greeted the morning staff that was present, “Let me introduce (Y/N), our new Nurse Educator.”

You peaked through the doorway and waved at everyone, “Good morning everyone, looking forward to working with all of you.”

“This is Jo, Luis, Selin, Indea and Charlotte.” Chris spat out their names like a rap, all of them waving at you and saying hi, “Alright, moving on.”

Chris provided you with a comprehensive tour of the ward, showing you everything from the medicine room to the storage room, the patient's room to the pan room. He made sure you saw every nook and cranny there was to see. The doctors had already begun their morning rounds by the time you and him had completed what you were doing.

“Oh here are our Doctors…” Chris leaned on the tall counter of the nurse’s station and discreetly pointed towards the consultants that were around, “That tall, lanky doctor with circular glasses, that’s Dr. Martin, the other tall man next door in the black scrubs, that’s Dr. Strange, and the doctor in bed 17 is Dr. Hunt.”

Your eyes followed each person Chris was pointing at, “Dr. Strange? Is that really his name? You can’t be serious right?” You whispered quietly to Chris while leaning a bit close to him.

“I wish I wasn’t but that’s really his name.”

You smiled and cast a sidelong look at the Doctor as you laughed at his peculiar last name. When compared to the other two physicians who were there, he was clearly the younger of the three. To be a successful consultant at such a young age, he must have a lot of wit. It was extremely obvious from his posture and the way he carried himself that he is very proficient in his work and had a great deal of self-confidence. You couldn't deny that he had an unusually lovely appearance, particularly considering all of his white hairs on the side of his head. As soon as he took his eyes from the charts he was looking over, you instantly shifted your sight in the direction of somewhere else.

Jo who was standing right next to you and Chris joined the conversation, “Read his policies and techniques carefully though, especially if you’ll be teaching new starters. Dr. Strange is very particular and a perfectionist.”

Chris nodded in agreement, “Not trying to scare you but he can sometimes be a pain in the ass.”

“He’s arrogant isn’t he? I heard he always humiliates Dr. West.” Jo added.

“How do you find out about all this?” Chris chuckled at Jo’s gossip.

“My gosh, Chris. You should get out of your office for once, change some pads and gossip with orderlies—anyway… he can be a flirt so stay guarded and steer clear, imagine him like the forbidden fruit, you can look at him but don’t engage. You look like the type he goes for as well...” Jo warned you before leaving to go back to work.

You laughed at Jo’s comment to Chris and nudged the hunk on his ribs, “Hear that Chris?”

“I’ve had my fair share of shit and nappies thanks.” Chris chuckled and looked at you, "Jo's not kidding though, be careful with Dr. Strange, there's always a rumour that he's a flirt and made some people cry."

You stole another glimpse at the Doctor, but this time he was staring at you and Chris, with eyes that were slightly narrowed in response to the appearance of a new face. Were you Chris' girlfriend? If you were, then that guy has a lot of good luck on his side.

"He's looking. Let's get you to your office." Chris guided you to your office while whispering in your ear and standing behind you with his hand on the small of your back, making sure he gave Strange a fleeting glance before he entered your office in order to give the impression that you are off limits.

After Chris gave him a look, Stephen laughed to himself in response. He could probably assume that he's already told you about the rumours that are going about, that he flirts and "breaks hearts," but to him, it wasn't true. It wasn't his fault that certain individuals flocked to him at the first hint of attention he may give them. Stephen is of the opinion that people make far too many assumptions, or that they have an unrealistic fantasy of interacting with a Doctor.

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Chris gave you a list of the new starters and new grads who were going to be joining the ward in the next few days after you had finished unpacking and getting settled in. You didn't waste any more time and got right to printing and organising the transition modules and resources for the list of individuals. As the educator, it was your responsibility to help new nurses become comfortable in their roles and competent in the abilities necessary to perform neurosurgical procedures.

After getting up from your chair to perform some light stretching, you looked at your watch and saw that it was already beyond the time for lunch, “Shit—I better grab something to eat.”

You quickly grabbed your purse and headed over to Chris's office to offer an invitation to join you for lunch. Before going through the door, you gave the slightly ajar door a knock. When Chris saw you walk through the door, the look on his face changed from blank to delighted.

"Hey, want to grab something to eat?" You asked.

"I would love to… I just need to fix something, are you going downstairs?" He glanced at you from his desk and you nodded, "I'll meet you there. This won't take long."

"Alright, just come find me. I'll be at the food court."

You descended to go to the food court, and when you got there, you found that there was an unexpectedly large number of food outlets to pick from. You ultimately decided to get a sandwich for yourself, and since they packed it so carefully, you weren't even sure if you were going to be able to eat all of it.

You were so focused at watching your phone that when you felt a gentle squeeze on your shoulder you flinched thinking it was Chris, only to find Dr. Strange occupying the seat right next to you.

“You got here first.” He said that was the first time you heard his voice, it felt smoky in the ears, something about the low tenor in his voice was sexually attractive and mysterious.

You blinked at him, unsure if he mistaken you for someone else, “I-I’m sorry?”

“Aren’t you Nicole?” He tilted his head, looking slightly puzzled.

“No, I’m (Y/N).” You elicit an awkward chuckle, unable to take your eyes off of him. He looked handsome from far away but now that you could see him up-close and his blue orbs firmly locked into yours, you couldn't help but feel the heat reaching your cheeks.

“(Y/N)...” Your name left his full lips and he hummed, looking down with a breathy chuckle, “I guess I mistook you for someone else… I apologize.”

“It’s fine.”

You felt silly but the moment your eyes met, you felt something weird in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a while and your mind had completely forgotten about the warnings Jo and Chris mentioned about this man. Before getting up to answer his ringing phone, Stephen gave you a quick wry smirk as he assessed your features. After focusing on your own phone for the last five minutes, you felt his strong presence seated next to you once again.

“Can I sit here?” He asked, his body slightly facing towards you.

You look at him up and down, giving him an odd expression, “You’re already sitting there.”

Stephen responded with a full smile at your reply, nodding, “True. What I meant by that was, are you with someone right now?”

You pressed your lips together, shifting yourself in your seat to face him slightly as well, “No, I’m not. But aren’t you? I thought you mistook me for someone else.”

“I cancelled on her.”

You stopped yourself from taking a bite out of your sandwich, “Why’s that?”

“I just thought…” Stephen’s eyes scoured your face, lingering on your lips for a split second then back at your eyes again, “It’s not that urgent for me to meet her.”

Oh. You thought to yourself, and you discovered that your heart began to beat as he leaned in closer—god, this man smelled divine; his scent or whatever cologne he was wearing smelled like a warm embrace in the spring rain. Just the fragrance of him was enough to entice you to want to go closer, and give you the desire to bury your face in his chest and take a deep breath of him. But you leant back and lowered your head in the mistaken belief that he was going to kiss you, instead, his hands gently gripped your jaw, and his thumb firmly wiped the side of your lips.

"You got something on your lip.” Stephen informed you in a rich and sultry voice, warming the very bottom of your stomach.

It seemed as though your breath was becoming trapped in your throat. This man was giving you all the red flags, yet you found yourself shrinking beneath his soft but searing gaze and you couldn't find the words to deny him. It was an understatement when Jo referred to him as the ‘forbidden fruit’ of the ward because he wasn’t only that, he was also temptation itself in the form of a human, everything about him was hypnotic; his gaze, his presence, his scent, his voice. If you weren’t so self-conscious you would be openly swooning over him right now.

“S-stop looking at me like that.” You tried to keep your voice even because you didn't want the erratic pounding of your heart to reflect in your voice, but you ended up stumbling over your sentences anyway. You felt irritated by how flustered you felt. It made it worse when Stephen smiled at you in a kind and gentle manner, it made his eyes crinkle at the sides, and you felt like you’d been knocked in the chest.

“Why not?”

You cleared your throat and said, clearly and firmly this time, “It makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“(Y/N)!” You heard Chris' voice calling out to you, and with him now being there, it seemed as if you were being removed from the water. You held your breath until Stephen dropped his hand and leant back as Chris approached the two of you, “Doctor Strange, I see you finally met our new educator.” Chris flashed a fake smile towards Stephen and placed his hand above your shoulder.

“Oh? So you’re the new educator? You’re the talk of the ward,” Stephen paused and studied you intently one more time before getting up, “I could definitely see why. Well, I better get going. I can’t wait to work with you… (Y/N). Chris.” Stephen nodded at Chris and took his leave whilst dialling up a number on the phone.

“You alright? He didn’t do anything weird did he?” Chris took the spot where Stephen used to be and checked up on you because of your dazed expression.

“No. He just mistook me for someone else.” You shook your head and waved your hands dismissively. Chris very slightly squinted his eyes but didn’t question you any further, “Go get something to eat, I’ll wait for you here.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

You felt a tingling sensation on the side of your skin, and you reached out and stroked them with trembling fingers. His touch remained on your lips, and when you turned around to search for Stephen, he was no longer in sight. No one else has had the nerve to approach you with such brazen confidence as he did before; as a result, he roused a dormant part of you, a part of you that you were unaware even existed.

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T.H.V. MASTERLIST

Rated M: includes portrayals of elements such as violence and themes that require a mature outlook. Genre: Period Drama, Angst, Fantasy, Royalty!AU, Arrianged Marriage Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Tom Hiddleston x Reader Quick Summary: Long, long ago, and for a millenia before that, the first humans to settle in Cardonia were of Xarean origin; lured there by Mystic mercenaries with the promise of land in exchange for their servitude, but instead they were transformed into slaves. They had poured their blood and effort into constructing magnificent, spraling civilzations, built them temples for their feral gods.

Humanity all throughtout the nation engaged in a widespread and violent uprising. The war had been so bloody and dectructive that it took three mystic Kings and three appointed mortal Kings to compose the treaty, which stopped the killing on both sides and allowed the wall to be built. The West of Cardonia was given to those with Pure Mystic blood and enchanted creatures. The East was taken over by the Manon the Cruel, who made an Empire. To pacify the mortals of the East, the three mystical Kings agreed to outlaw the use of magic altogether, ensuring that it would never again be used as a weapon.

Poster made by ME :)

Character Visuals

Chapters

CH 1: You Broke Me First CH 2: Happier Than Ever CH 3: The Haughty Prince CH 4: Two Worlds Collide CH 5: Turning Page - Part 1 Part 2 CH 6: CH 7: CH 8: CH 9: CH 10:

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The Feature // Benedict Cumberbatch

Series summary: It’s the biggest break in your journalism career so far; a one-on-one interview with the notoriously private actor Benedict Cumberbatch. He doesn’t need to know the less-than-respectable strings you pulled to secure the exclusive deal. But when you take it upon yourself to go snooping around his home, his secrets aren’t the only ones that come creeping to the surface. (BC x Reader)

Series warnings: Morally-grey reader, mentions of sexual favours/weaponised sex, eventual smut, tension, bad language, dom Ben, readers must be 18+.

A/N: So I just want to make it clear that the ex-wife mentioned in this story is a fictional character and is not supposed to be/represent Sophie H in any way. Also, I apologise but my brain just cannot compute ‘y/n’, so your character does have a name in this story, but of course feel free to envision whatever name you like! And finally, this miniseries is inspired by the picture below. He looks like he wants to snap me in half and I’m here for it, okay.

Disclaimer: Just like all my real people fics, I want to state that this story is in no way meant to cause harm or disrespect to those I’m writing about. The characters in these scenes are my own fictional versions, and are in no way intended to objectify or represent real people.

The Feature is also on AO3

Part I

Morally-grey reader, mentions of sexual favours/weaponised sex, feelings of guilt/shame, strong language.

Part II

Morally-grey reader, strong language, sexually charged discussions, tension.

Part III

Morally-grey reader, strong language, sexual references, insults, arguing/heated discussions.

Part IV

Morally-grey reader, strong language, description of panic attack, excessive alcohol consumption, hurt & comfort, TW: brief mention/themes of SA.

Part V

Morally-grey reader, strong language.

Part VI

Morally-grey reader, strong language, sexual tension.

Part VII

Morally-grey reader, strong language, sexual themes/descriptions.

Part VIII

Morally-grey reader, strong language, sexual references/discussions/descriptions.

Part IX

Morally-grey reader, strong language, embarrassment, awkwardness, explicit sexual content (protected sex, biting and hickeys, mentions of bruising, unintentional orgasm denial)

Part X

Morally-grey reader, strong language, explicit sexual descriptions, smut: unprotected/protected sex, oral sex, fingering, praise, multiples/overstimulation(?)

Part XI

Morally-grey reader, strong language, sexual references.

Part XII

Morally-grey reader, strong language, mentions of excessive alcohol consumption, sexual references, smut: fantasising, self masturbation.

Part XIII

Morally-grey reader, strong language, adult/sexual discussions, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual descriptions, smut: dominance, rough/angry sex, oral sex (receiving), digital penetration, spanking, choking, biting/hickeys.

Part XIV

Morally-grey reader, strong language, explicit sexual content, smut: penetrative sex, oral sex (giving & receiving), swallowing, mild exhibitionism.

Part XV

Morally-grey reader, strong language, brief mention of pregnancy loss/infertility (not Quinn), verbal fighting & arguing, smoking, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual descriptions, smut: semi-somewhat-maybe toxic sex, ‘quickie’, hair pulling, spanking.

Part XVI

Morally-grey reader, strong language, discussions and descriptions of weaponised sex/using people, alcohol consumption.

Part XVII

Morally-grey reader, strong language, panic attack and flashbacks.

Part XVIII

Morally-grey reader, strong language, sexual themes and discussions, frustration, rejection.

Part XIX

Morally-grey reader, strong language, adult and sexual themes.

Part XX

Morally-grey reader, strong language, adult and sexual themes.

Part XXI

Morally-grey reader, strong language, adult and sexual themes, tones of jealousy and possessiveness, fake event, op-ed excerpts contain graphic imagery. Quinn back at it again with her nightmarish antics.

Part XXII

Morally-grey reader, strong language, adult and sexual themes, play fighting, smut: oral sex (giving/receiving), penetrative sex, light dominance.

Part XXIII

Morally-grey reader, strong language, adult and sexual themes.

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ravenverna · 3 months ago

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Contract Wife

An arranged marriage forces you to wear a matching ring with the one and only Benedict Cumberbatch. A deal made between you and a mysterious woman, someone you needed to help, money being exchanged between you two as you had one and only purpose; to be his wife.

Benedict accepts the marriage, accepts his new life and its consequences but that doesn't mean he likes it.

A thick wall of ice separates you from your husband, a wall you wish you could melt as you begin to warm up to him but he doesn't seem to like you at all.

You have to stay on the line, being the Great Benedict Cumberbatch's wife is not something easy. You have to keep the act, keep the public content but most importantly, your heart from loving him as you agreed to play a dangerous game. One in which mind and heart should be separated but aren't.

Will you be able to keep your heart caged from him?

Will Benedict fall in love with you or he'll tolerate you?

How will he react when he finds out about the deal?

But most importantly, will he get to you in time before you leave his life forever?

"You are going to fulfil your place as his wife, and there's only one rule to this: do not fall in love with him."

"I won't."

Started: October/29/2021

Finished: July/01/2022

Mood Board

Chapter 1 Unaffectionate Partner

Chapter 2 Of Bitter Emotions

Chapter 3 Castle of Silence

Chapter 4 Walls of Ice

Chapter 5 Specks of Emotions

Chapter 6 Hurting Soul

Chapter 7 Fake Love

Chapter 8 Caged Pain

Chapter 9 Misunderstood Acts And Pink Pearls

Chapter 10 Night Troubles

Chapter 11 Hidden Sunlight

Chapter 12 Reminiscence

Chapter 13 Ray Of Peace

Chapter 14 Small Flame Of Unknown Love

Chapter 15 What The Heart Commands

Chapter 16 Gifts and Inner Questions

Chapter 17 His Fine Jewel

Chapter 18 Red Petals And Scented Candles

Chapter 19 Wild Fire Of Love

Chapter 20 My Euphoria

Chapter 21 Unexpected Gift

Chapter 22 The Product Of Love

Chapter 23 Clouded Sunlight

Chapter 24 Dark Consequences

Chapter 25 Crimson Pain

Chapter 26 Ocean Of Tears

Chapter 27 Black News

Chapter 28 Dreadful Day And Heavy Heart

Chapter 29 Differences And Doubts

Chapter 30 Deep Lies

Chapter 31 The Truth Untold

Chapter 32 A Vow Of Love

Epilogue

General Taglist @demented-potions-master @the-uncoordinated-house-cat @starryeddie @iobserve221b @sleutherclaw

Taglist of contract wife @gillie10 @supervengerslock @hootoyakawa @turkisherlockian @evelynrosestuff @lovecleastrange

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ravenverna · 4 months ago

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Summary: You have been trying to save the marriage between you and Lizzie, but you have had enough and decided to put an end to it.

Word count: 1447

Note: I just need to get this one out of my system, hehe. Please be good to me; I am just someone who wants to write anything that comes across my mind. Also, English is not my first language. Please bear with meeee!!!

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We have tried to fix everything—return to our old selves and forget everything—but we know it won't happen. We made numerous attempts, but none were successful. We even considered couples therapy and a second honeymoon, but her betrayal is so painful that every time I look at her, I am reminded of the way she kissed her.

"Ms. Y/N, Ms. Olsen is here for you. Do you want me to send her in?" My assistant asked at the intercom connected from her desk to mine.

I looked at the frosted window in front of me, where I saw her silhouette; it's her, the woman I have been avoiding for a couple of months now. I can feel that she's agitated because of how she taps her heels on the carpeted floors.

"You don't understand; we are just practicing for a scene. Please believe me, bubba, I would never hurt you, not even in my wildest dreams."

"Ms. Y/N? Should I let her in?" My assistant's question brought me back to reality.

"Yes," I simply responded before clicking the mute button on the intercom.

I looked at the door in front of me; it opened, and there she was, the woman I loved, cared for, and worshiped, and the woman who hurt me.

"Can we talk Y/N? We need to fix this. You have been avoiding me for 3 months now, and I can't bear it anymore. Please, Y/N, let's talk." She started as soon as my assistant closed the door to leave us both alone.

"I'm busy, Lizzie," I said, looking back at the monitor where a slideshow of our wedding is playing. I hurried to close the player and pretend that I was doing something, hoping that she would leave me be.

"Please, let's fix this," she said, standing in front of the table, looking down at me while I still pretended to be busy.

"Can we talk about it when I get home? We already talked about it, Liz; this is a place of business, and I can't let my personal life interfere with business," I said.

"No! We will talk about it now!" she said at the top of her lungs, which made me look at her, shocked at what just happened. This is the first time in our three-year marriage that she shouted.

"Did I get your attention now?" She said it with a shaking voice. She tossed a folder across the table toward me. I glanced at it and saw my attorney's name at the center of the folder.

"Why, why are you giving up on us?" She looked directly at me, her eyes leaving me breathless with the same intensity that had made me fall in love with her over and over again.

"I am giving you space—space where you can do whatever you want in your life, Liz; date whoever you want; be with someone you want." I spoke softly as I moved the folder closer to her.

"So please, just sign the damn divorce papers." I said, looking at the folder, I can't look at her. I was afraid that when I looked at her, I might go numb and just withdraw the petition for divorce. She is my weakness.

"No, you're going to divorce me because of what happened with Aubrey? This is so unfair, Y/N. That's just one time! It's not as if I've cheated on you; we're just practicing." She expressed her frustration by placing one hand on her forehead.

"How many times should I tell you that?" she whispered, looking at me.

"Please, Liz, just sign the papers," I asked her, looking at the folder in front of me.

"No," she turned around and grabbed the doorknob to leave.

"Academy LA"

"Bardot"

"Station1640"

I began scattering the pictures of Liz and Aubrey that my people had taken at various bars and gatherings. Lizzie slowly turned around and looked at me and the pictures of her and Aubrey on top of the folder. She hurriedly closed the door behind her.

"I wasn't going to tell you this, but you leave me no choice." I said, now looking at her. I have summoned enough courage to look at her. This is the first time I saw her up close; I can see that she hasn't been having a peaceful sleep because of the dark circles under her eyes.

"Divorce is the only solution I can think of to deal with this mess, Liz. You have been going behind my back for the past two years." I said before looking at the photos in front of us "Someone took this photo in Bardot the night before our wedding anniversary last year. It's you and Aubrey sharing a kiss. Now tell me, are you also practicing a scene then?" I asked, trying my best to hold the tears that are building in my eyes.

"Remember the night I was in Paris? I promised to catch the earliest flight and wouldn't mind renting another jet just to get home, to you. I was exhausted that day and had a long week, and all I wanted was to sleep beside you. You're my strength, Liz, and you know that," I said, looking down at the picture and pointing at one of the photos at my desk.

"Academy LA, night of the Emmys, remember this? This is when I called you that night to tell you my plan, you said you wouldn't be home for a week due to the awards and after party. You need to go because you're "branching out your name," remember?" I asked, looking at her.

Liz's face was shocked at the pictures in front of us—shocked that I knew everything she was doing since we got married. I know this is some creepy shit, but can you blame me? I'm her wife.

"Academy LA, both of you arrived together, already tipsy, and started kissing on the dance floor. Is that why you don't want me home? Because you are going to bring your mistress back to our bed and fuck her on the sheet I bought? on the sheet where we sleep?" I pointed to the next photo, where Lizzie's mouth is wide open and Aubrey's head is nestled between her legs.

"Please stop, Y/N, please," Lizzie said, trying to get the photos from the table and starting to rip them out in front of me, crying.

"Those are your copies; I have mine saved in the cloud." I sat back in the swivel chair and gazed at her.

"Please, Liz, sign the papers. Please, I am begging you; sign it," I said, looking at the folder.

"I felt sorry for myself, letting you into my life, letting you see my vulnerabilities, my weakness. I trusted you to protect everything, but all you managed to do was break me apart. You were all I had, and now I feel as though I have no one left." I wiped away the tears from my cheeks as I spoke.

"I promise not to leak any photos of you and Aubrey to the press. I love you so much, and I don't want everyone to know how you cheated on me with your colleague, or even ruin the career you have." I said before opening the folder and signing the papers where my name is indicated. After finishing, I glanced at Liz and handed her my pen, the one she had given me.

Liz looked at me, bawling her eyes out, saying sorry repeatedly. I wanted to rush to her side and hug her. The last thing I want is to see her crying. But I need to be strong; I need to protect myself, now I need to choose myself first before anyone else.

Liz slowly reached for the pen in my hands and signed the papers—the divorce papers that will end our marriage, the marriage I tried to protect, but I can't protect the marriage of two people if one of us is already in love with someone else. Liz is still in love with Aubrey, and I can't deny that; now I'll let them be.

Liz closed the folder and gave me the pen back. "I never thought that the pen I gave you was also the pen we'll use to sign our divorce papers," she said under her breath, wiping the tears from her eyes. "We aren't meant to be, Liz; we just need to accept it. I understand that it will cause pain for both of us, but our love story is not meant to last." I stood up and walked towards her.

"Take care of yourself, okay? Always remember, I will always be your number one fan, Bubba," I said before leaning in to leave one last kiss on her soft lips before I opened the door and left her alone in the room.

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hmmm? Thoughts? hihi

#elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen

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ravenverna · 5 months ago

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Mini Series

All I Ask - Part I - Part II - Part III Devotion or Delusion - Part I - Part II - Part III Can't Love You in the Dark - Part I - Part II - Part III Into The Looking Glass - Part I - Part II A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be

Not Safe for Work (18+)

Dirty Laundry - Part I Part II Poisonous Touch - A Touch of Jealousy 5 More Minutes Same Ol' Mistakes Sweet

Oneshot

We Can't Be Friends Untamed Chaos I'd Choose You, No Other Way, Glimpse of Us, To Be Close To You, Till There Was You, My Girl HALLOWEEN SPECIALS

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ravenverna · 2 years ago

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Beefy Fics/Blurbs

18+ only. Read at your own risk.

A separate masterlist for all my beef-related requests.

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ravenverna · 3 years ago

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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant to Be || Doctor Strange x Reader

Word count: 3.3K Genre: Angst. Break-up. Sad Ending. Brief Story Summary: To spite you, Stephen chooses to attend Christine's wedding instead. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else A/N: Hi, I haven't written in a while, I know. That's because I am recovering from a massive writer's burn-out. Not to mention, me working like a donkey for the past couple of weeks. BUT I am easing my way back to writing and is working on TWO requests that has been sitting in my drafts. Sorry for being MIA. Here's an angst that's collected dust in my files-

I never should’ve called, cause I know you’ll leave me. But I didn’t think you could do it so easily.

The cold winter morning left you feeling emptier than ever, it’s been about three weeks since Stephen left you hanging after you shamelessly begged him to stay. You find it hilarious that the song could describe how you were feeling inside, as if the universe was making fun of you for being blinded by love. You’ve had your heart broken before, but this, this was different. He was your soulmate. The aftermath of him has left you hollow. It feels like all of the hope and happiness have been sucked out of the world. A future is stolen, and in its place is left a desolate expanse of seemingly endless grey. Nothing is interesting or engaging.

Three weeks ago

The date of Christine's wedding was scheduled to fall on the same day as your birthday, and since Stephen received the invitation to the wedding, the bickering between you has not ceased. You and him planned for your birthday and had already decided that you were going to throw a big party at the vacation property that your parents own. It wasn't the fact that he was invited that infuriated you; rather, it was the realisation that you saw in his eyes the minute he read the letter and that he secretly wanted to attend the wedding. You knew somewhere deep in his heart that he wasn’t completely over her. He was heartbroken.

At the dining table, you maintained an ominous silence the whole time. Nobody volunteered to start the conversation since your pride prevented you from doing so, and he had the same problem. You ate in silence while maintaining an irritated expression on your face and steadfastly avoiding looking at him. You were aware that he was sometimes staring in your direction, and he was aware of the tension that was emanating from you. After a few minutes of stillness, you heard him sigh, which is likely an indication that he was becoming more uncomfortable with the situation.

“Are you really not going to talk to me?” His patience was becoming thin and it was clear that he was losing it because of the flat tone in which he posed the question.

You paid him no attention and continued slicing into your steak. You never enjoyed hearing that tone, and despite this, your stubbornness always manages to get the better of you. Inside, your anxiousness was eating you up.

“What is the point of me taking you out for dinner when you’re not going to talk to me?” He continued, “I didn’t take you out to start fighting.”

It seemed more like a sneer to him, when you laughed, you rolled your eyes at him and then shook your head.

“What? Am I wrong?”

“You took us out for dinner because you’re thinking about going to your ex's wedding instead of spending time with me tomorrow.” You declare, with resentment pouring through your teeth, that you made a concerted effort not to raise your voice in order to avoid attracting the attention of other people.

Stephen tried to settle himself down by clenching his jaw and closing his eyes for a few seconds. He used one hand to wipe his face, and at that point the two of you were staring angrily at one other.

“No,” He denies, “I took you out because I wanted to make things up the other night.” He said as-a-matter-of-factly but you don’t believe him—not until you hear him say that he wasn’t going to attend Christine’s wedding.

“Sure. Whatever.” You responded with sarcasm, which appeared to light the fuse that he already had, which was really rather short to begin with.

“Honestly… and if I go, what is so wrong about that?” He finally snapped, “It’s not like I’m going there to sleep with her. She’s my friend.”

You took a deep breath in and slightly threw your head back, “Oh my god! Are you kidding me right now? You really don’t know what’s wrong? You already said yes to me, we’ve planned this out for months! And now you are basically ditching me for your ex. What? Do you still have feelings?”

Stephen let out an exasperated sigh, “I’m not going to be there all day! Come with me if you want to.”

“Ah…so you are going. Wow. You're not even going to deny that you don't have feelings left for her? Fine, go there instead if you want to satisfy how hung up you still are.”

Stephen pinched the bridge of his nose, chucking the napkin on the table after wiping his mouth. He poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek while exhaling before saying, “That’s it. I'm not going to deal with this right now.”

He rose up, grabbed his phone, as well as the cheque book. You stayed motionless in your seat, your eyesight progressively growing fuzzy as tears spilt over your eyes. You brushed them off swiftly with the back of your palm before they dropped.

Stephen walked out of the restaurant without you. You were conscious of the fact that anyone around may have overheard the conversation between the two of you, and as a result, you were physically unable to move. Furthermore, you were too ashamed to get up and leave the place.

Surely he would come back, he always does. You decided to wait it out and remain put for a half an hour before you realised that you had really angered him, and he would not be coming back to collect you. You forced yourself to swallow the terrible constriction that had formed in your throat as you took out your phone while your hands were trembling in order to call an Uber to take you back home.

You immediately regret saying those words, but it hurts you that he couldn't realise why the whole situation made you upset. You feel like he doesn't even care. That evening, when you returned home, you started sobbing uncontrollably the instant you set foot inside your home. You tried phoning him throughout the whole night, but your call was automatically sent to his voicemail. As a result, you waited all night for him to either call you back or leave a text message, but neither of those things happened. You experienced a range of emotions, including sadness, anger, and frustration all at the same moment. You weren't sure which of the two things that stung more, the fact that he didn't come back or the fact that he couldn't deny whether or not he still had love for Christine. You were so upset that you cried yourself to sleep, and the following morning you were startled awake by the sound of your phone.

You leapt up and grabbed your phone, thinking it was Stephen who was calling you, but it was really your mother who was on the other end of the line. You felt a pit in your gut, but you answered the phone nonetheless.

“Happy Birthday my darling! Just letting you know, we’ve started decorating the house! I can’t wait for you and Stephen to arrive later.” She mused excitedly from the other line, “What time will you two be arriving?”

“Thanks, Mom. Um… I’m not sure about that. I still need to get a hold of Stephen.” You answered with a voice sounding raspy and exhausted.

“Oh, alright. You sound sick, are you okay?”

“No I’m not sick, I just woke up.”

“I see, well, get your goofy butt up and get ready. We’re all so excited to see you.” Your mother chuckled.

“Okay, Mom. I’ll see you later. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling. Bye-bye.” She replied and hung up the phone. You locked your screen and turned it back on. Zero missed calls, zero texts from Stephen. So that’s how it is? Fine. You thought to yourself and put your phone in flight mode.

You packed a small bag with a few of your clothing inside it—whether you were going to stay the night with your family, you weren’t sure but you packed clothes just in case.

You were still holding out hope that Stephen would leave a message when you got into your vehicle, so you briefly put your phone into flight mode before getting in. However, he didn't. You dialled his phone number once again, and this time it rang. As you waited for him to take up the call, your heart started pounding in your chest.

“Hello?” You were greeted by Stephen in an icy manner. You refrained from speaking because you were frightened that if you did, you would immediately start crying once again.

“So it’s like that huh?” You barely managed to mask your brokenness with anger.

“If you’re going to pick a fight, I’m just going to hang up.”

You scoff in disbelief at his indifference, “Fine, hang up. I assume you’re not going to be attending my birthday then? Awesome. Have fun at your ex’s wedding.” You ended the call with him before he could and threw the phone on the passenger seat before getting back behind the wheel with tears streaming down your cheeks.

You felt the phone vibrate and saw his name appear on the screen, but you ignored the alert and let the phone continue to ring. It's likely that he tried calling you more than ten times before he eventually gave up and started sending you text messages instead, but you were probably too preoccupied with avoiding an accident while driving on the highway to pay attention to his calls.

Your eyes seemed to have less puffiness by the time you arrived at the vacation house, which is a fortunate development. The majority of your visitors had already arrived, and some of them arrived at the same time as you, with food or gifts in their hands. When you walked in, you brought a smile to everyone's faces, and everyone gave you a warm embrace while wishing you a happy birthday.

“Where’s Stephen?” One of your cousins asked you, finally noticing that you came alone.

“Oh, something came up. I don’t think he’ll be coming.” You lied and pulled up a smile though it was painful knowing that he’s elsewhere.

You were aware that by the end of the night, you were going to be quite worn out; nonetheless, you had to put on an act of happiness and behave as if nothing was happening, which was a difficult thing to do. However, despite the fact that you were putting up such a convincing front with your grin, your mother was able to see right through it. She called your name and then took you into the kitchen, which was the area of the house where the majority of the visitors were not congregating.

“So, are you going to tell your mother what’s really going on with you?” She tilted her head as she poured you a glass of wine.

You stare at your mother while you think about your words, “Um… I don’t think Stephen will be coming at all.”

Your mother frowned when you told her the truth, “Oh honey, I’m sorry. Did you guys fight again?”

You nodded, feeling a sensation of heat as you tried to fend off your tears, “It was my fault—I provoked him. Ugh this has got to be the worst birthday of my life.”

“Think optimistically, maybe he just needs to cool down. I’m sure he’ll come.” Your mother hugged you by the side and kissed the side of your head.

“I don’t want to think at all—this one just feels different, I wish he would come but I have a feeling he won’t.” You shook your head, eyebrows pinched together. You hung your head over your mother's shoulder with your chin and lips quivering out of fear that this moment may mark the beginning of the end of everything.

You didn’t want to lose him. You were scared to lose him.

“Shhh, It’s going to be okay,” Your mother hushed you and petted your hair.

As the morning turned into afternoon, afternoon turned into evening, and evening turned into night, there was still no evidence that Stephen was ever going to show up. You got up and went outside to get your phone from your vehicle, which you had purposefully left there so that you wouldn't be able to check to see whether he had contacted you or not.

You turned it on to see 50 messages and 30 missed calls. Your anxiety went through the roof as you found courage to open the messages he sent.

From: Sir Vincent — Pick up the phone. — If you keep acting this way I will really go to her wedding. — I have limited patience (Y/N). — Ha… — You’re really not going to answer? Fine. — Don’t expect me to come by later. I don’t want to fight. — Call me back when you clear your mind.

You scrolled down, refusing to read anymore. You slowly slid down the side of your car and crouched into a foetal position, you were lacking strength to support yourself. You begin to sob, you felt like he’d stabbed you in the chest with his cruelty but instead of feeling angry with him, you blame yourself for not being able to hold back your emotions regarding Christine this time.

An overwhelming sensation of weariness washes over you, sapping what little strength you had left in you along with it. You sobbed incessantly until you were unable to regulate your breathing anymore, and you began to suffocate on the air that you breathed in.

You decide to call him back and within three rings he answers your call but you are greeted by nothing but silence.

“You told me to call you back.” You spoke first, words strangled in your throat.

“We need to talk.” He said plainly, his tone dark and serious.

“We are talking.”

“I meant face to face.”

“Well I can’t teleport like you. If you want to talk face to face, you know where I am.” You replied to him, your voice clearer. Stephen hangs up and a second later the glow of light appears a few feet away from you.

Stephen saw you hunched down and little next to your vehicle, the whites of your eyes red from the many tears you had shed for him. Stephen sauntered towards you and offered you a hand, “Come on. Let’s take a walk.”

You gave his hand a quick glance before accepting it, and he lifted you to your feet. As soon as you made contact with his hand and followed him down the path that goes to the park, all of the resentment you had previously had against him melted away in an instant.

“I wanted to talk about us.” He began, “I’ve been thinking maybe we need to take a break.”

Your heart twisted and your face crumpled like a used tissue, you turned grey as your head snapped in his direction, “A break?”

“There is no easy way of saying this but you’re right, I have a lot of baggage I need to unload and I feel like it’s not the right time.”

Hearing him say that pushed an ache against your heart. Why here? Why now?

"I can’t love you fully when I’m being held back."

"Did you really love me though? When you never even said it back?" As soon as you let out that question, you had a feeling that you would come to deeply regret having listened to the answer. He's motionless, and you have a gut feeling that you already know the answer.

Whatever they were, what they had was all based on a lie. You had given yourself permission to open yourself to him and to fall in love with him once again. You are aware of the risks, yet you went ahead and did it anyway, disregarding them. Maybe you wouldn't be here if you'd paid attention to the pain that was developing in your chest sooner. If you had succeeded in putting him back together, he wouldn't be standing here and crushing your heart right now.

"I'm sorry," he whispers and you just shake his head, pressing your lips into a thin line. Your face contorted as though you were struggling not to cry.

"No I don't think you are. If you were sorry you would have left the minute you realised you didn't feel the same. I love-" you paused. "Love you. I trusted you with my heart and you broke it anyways—and yet here I am ready to forgive you, because I don’t want to lose you.”

His eyes misted over after hearing those words, “We can’t build a relationship with broken pieces (Y/N). It’s just not going to work.”

You positioned yourself in front of him and gave him a tight embrace, “Don’t go, please. I’m sorry.”

While Stephen struggled to free himself from your hold on his body, his hands were firmly wrapped around your arm, “(Y/N), don’t make this hard for me—”

“No! Don’t leave me. I love you Stephen.”

Stephen manages to pull off your arms around him and he firmly holds them in front of you, “If we’re really meant to be, we’ll meet each other again in the future—but right now, I can’t be with you.”

You shook your head and when Stephen felt that you weren’t putting up a fight anymore, he lets you go, “I’m so sorry, but we’re over.”

You drop to the ground, the look in your eyes was desolate, you refuse to think this was real, you heard Stephen ask you to stand up but you didn’t have the strength to. He opens up a portal in front of your house and transports both of you there. With that he turns and walks away and you sit there abandoned.

Then you get the realisation that no, this is not a dream. You have a sick feeling in your stomach. You get tunnel vision. You start to feel furious and sad, confused and numb all at the same time while your heart races. You don't cry right away, there is too much for your body and mind to put together in this instant.

Now you feel like you have no value. No one is ever going to make you feel as he did. All of those wonderful times, the warmth between the two of you, the memories you shared, and the hopes you had for the future are no longer there. Just you, alone. It may go on forever. This would continue on for a long time, with varied degrees of intensity during the process. You may make an effort to go about your day-to-day existence, but you are a raw nerve, and the simplest incident has the potential to trigger off an embarrassing emotional display on your part. Perhaps you throw a punch at the wall. It's possible that you suddenly start crying for no apparent reason.

You are sitting there stunned, wishing you could go back in time and change the previous few minutes so that you could say anything or do something else. You come to the realisation that it wasn't those final few minutes, but rather that it had been building up for a while, and that you were just in denial about it. It's too late to deny it now. It's too late, and there's nothing you can do about it. You may make a valiant effort to do so, but succeeding will simply strip you of whatever dignity that you may still have. Therefore, you accept the reality that a significant portion of your life has come to an end.

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