#I feel now everyone knows that there is the angst devil sitting on my shoulder and waiting for the possibile disaster ahaha

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So I saw that you said you can take specific marauder requests. How about reader is insecure but the guys don't know it and she goes out to buy clothes and new lingerie that she thinks they might like because in her head she thinks if she doesn't look like the girls she researched they will leave her for either just eachother or all the other girls in the school. So when they are getting into it sirius realizes that she has a new bra (you can make up the rest of the scenario but preferably after he finds out she has a new bra angst happens and then fluffy smut and then the very end in fluff please)

What are you wearing? // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: The latest lingerie trend did not look comfortable in any way but you still fell for the marketing and purchased your own, assuming that the boys would want you to dress like everyone else. However, when you decided to show off your outfit to Sirius, his reaction is anything but positive as he sees how uncomfortable you are.

Requested by: Thank you for answering my beck and call for a specific Marauders idea, I hope you enjoy your request!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, fluff (lots), foursome, self-doubt/low self-esteem, anxiety, crying/breakdown, pet names, making out, Remus has words of wisdom, discussing emotions, romantic gestures (a little cheesy), nipple play, body worship, dirty talk, teasing, begging, oral sex, fingering, possessive behaviour, restraints, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink (!), creampie, rough sex

Words: 8k

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It was the latest fashion, created by muggles to wear luxurious, expensive lingerie bodysuits that uncomfortably hugged curves and pushed your breasts into busty mounds that they unnaturally did not sit at. However from the whispers from other students as they secretly hide in corners, sharing magazines and boasting about which woman looked best in the underwear, it was what was the latest fashion and everyone seemed to be loving it. So despite the discomfort, despite the desire to itch your skin against the lace around your hips, you kept the lingerie under your uniform, hoping to surprise one of the boys throughout the day.

It wasn’t that you never wore nice underwear, usually, it was a simple lace bra that softly cupped your breasts, the material transparent enough that your areolas were visible and had your boyfriends dropping to their knees to beg at touching and worshipping your body.

But like previously mentioned, this new style of lingerie was apparently very in right now and you wanted to keep up with the latest trends, even more so to please Remus, James and Sirius. It was hard enough pleasing one boyfriend but three? It felt like endless pressure to keep up, even though you knew that feeling was only from the little devil on your shoulder, the one that spouted negative thoughts that you were never enough.

It was nothing on behalf of your boyfriend’s to make you feel this way. In fact, they always went above and beyond to show you how much you were truly loved. But then that voice in the back of your mind would come back, reminding you that they were the most popular men in school, had endless other students lusting over them and it felt like you were competing, even though you already had the prize.

So this was why you had decided to splash the cash on the expensive muggle lingerie and hide it beneath your uniform, hoping to keep the relationship exciting and alive with the hopes that one of your boyfriends would pull you into a spare cupboard and find the present beneath your button up shirt.

This came in the shape of Sirius Black who promptly entwined your fingers together after class, carrying both your bag and his on his shoulder and tugging you down a deserted corridor and into a dusty, dimly light classroom. Sirius may have come across to others as coming from a pure-blooded family and always pristinely dressed, but beneath all of that was his rebellious side. The part of him that wanted it dirty and rough and everything that didn’t match his exterior.

He dropped the bags onto the floor, causing a cloud of dust to waft into the air but that didn’t stop his movements as he pulled you further into the room, not even bothering to lock the door, another one of his little ‘Sirius’ things, loving the thought of being caught. As usual, your adrenaline was pumping through your veins, feeling giddy and ready to do whatever Sirius wanted, just needing to be close to him, to feel his hands on your body, his lips against your skin.

“Come here Darling, up on top”, Sirius patted the sizeable oak desk that was in the centre of the room, even bothering to wipe his hand across to create an area that was without dust, the perfect area for you to come and sit on.

Jumping up with the help of Sirius’ big hands on your waist, you sat on the edge of the desk, your skirt hiking up slightly so that the brisk wood nipped against the backs of your thighs. This didn’t stop you from spreading them, making room for your boyfriend as he slide his hands to cup your cheek.

Sirius’ citrus scent from his hair caressed your cheeks as he leaned down to capture your lips, urgent and devouring, leaving you breathless and grasping to hold onto his shirt. He had full control with his grip on your face, tilting your head so that he could deepen the kiss, tongue slipping into your open mouth, dancing to taste your spit.

A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he moved his body closer, his crotch pushing against yours as your legs hooked around the back of his knees. You were thoroughly and utterly consumed by him, breathing in the air from his mouth, the taste and smell of him, his warmth seeping into your skin. There was one thing you would never deny and that was how consumed you were by him, by each of your boyfriends, you had been since day one.

Sirius released his hold on your face with one hand but only because he needed to touch your skin, squeezing the soft area of your thigh and stroking up, further pushing your skirt to reveal the entire length of your leg. He didn’t stop though, exploring with a firm touch over your skirt and beneath the hem of your shirt, with the intent to pull your hips closer to rub his tented crotch harder against yours.

But then he suddenly froze, lips unmoving and a confused frown evidently etched into his handsome features as he pulled away to look down at where his fingers were feeling a strange material under your clothes.

You’d forgotten about your plan, through the lust-filled kisses and touches, it had slipped your mind what you were wearing.

Before Sirius could verbally ask what it was that he was feeling, you quickly beat him to it by breathlessly explaining, “I had a surprise”. With the adrenaline still pumping through your body, your fingers were shaking delicately as you removed your tie and unbuttoned your shirt, pushing the white material off of your shoulders, revealing the majority of the lingerie bodysuit.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, attempting to look seductive whilst further pushing your elbows underneath your already pushed-up breasts.

You weren’t sure exactly what reaction you were expecting, maybe a horny curse or a hunger search of your body with his eyes, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to ask in a disdained tone, “What are you wearing?”

Sirius lifted the hand that had been resting on your hip, up to the tight material on your chest, trying to slip his finger between your breast and the lingerie but unable to do so with how tight and uncomfortable the bodysuit was.

“I thought you’d like it”, you say earnestly, trying to keep the simmering panic at bay that was beginning to pound into your heart. Sirius’ confusion only increased as the line between his furrowed brows deepened, a single step back to put some distance between the two of you, your legs dropping to dangle over the edge of the desk again as he looked over what you were wearing.

“Why would you wear something like that? Are you even comfortable in it?” he asks with a hint of distaste, something you hadn’t anticipated for him to sound like at all. 

You begin to stutter over your words, losing the confident seduction you’d been attempting to play off. “It’s…it’s not supposed rt to be comfortable, I wanted to look nice for you”.

This response only seemed to further upset Sirius as his eyes refused to meet yours, remaining only on the extravagant lingerie. “But you always look nice, you didn’t have to do this!” The rise of his voice startled you enough to quickly shrug the shirt back up your arms, crossing the material across your chest so that you were covered once more. Sirius finally snapped out of his upset to look into your eyes, the frown relaxing a touch so that he could slowly explain, “Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to dress a certain way to impress me, you know that”.

Embarrassment pooled in your stomach causing you to feel burning hot and slightly nauseous. Of all the reactions you expected, it wasn’t this. Yes, you may be dressing completely out of your comfort zone and only doing it to make the boys happy but you had to make an effort and this was the only way you thought how.

You tried to keep your voice from wavering as you explained, “Yes, but I just wanted to make a little bit of an effort. Anyway, everyone else has been wearing this sort of thing or enjoying the look of it. And I just thought you wouldn’t-”, your mouth slammed shut with an audible snap as you tried to keep the truth spilling from your lips.

Tears were beginning to line the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you hastily began to fasten the buttons on your shirt, eyes on your fingers and not daring to look up at your boyfriend.

You’d hoped that Sirius would let it go, the words and the bodysuit, maybe you could jump off the desk, find somewhere to remove the lingerie and it never be spoken about again. However, this of course was wishful thinking on your part as Sirius’ voice had dropped an octave as he asked, “I wouldn’t…what? Finish what you were about to say.”

Blatantly ignoring his questioning, you had finished buttoning your top, turning to look for the tie that you’d haphazardly discarded behind you on the desk but in the low lighting, it was hard to see, especially as the tears began to slip down your cheeks.

Sirius closed the gap between your bodies again, his hand gently cupping your jaw to tilt it in his direction, his eyes glazed in worry as he noticed your tears, quickly swiping them away with his thumb. “Tell me”, he encouraged but you could still hear the strain at the back of his throat.

It was like a dam opened within you, that small hope on the restraint that you had snapped. “That you wouldn’t be interested in me anymore if I didn’t try and keep up with the trends of what's hot. Or that if I didn’t try, you’d all think you’re missing out on something so yes, this bodysuit is a little uncomfortable but I just wanted to impress you all so you didn’t think I wasn’t attractive or that you’d fall out of love with me because someone else looked more sexy or was willing to dress in all of these stupid outfits! I just wanted to make you all happy ”.

There it was, the devil on your shoulder, speaking your inner-most demons, laid completely bare in front of you. Fear after fear spilt from your lips, once you’d started you couldn’t stop, even though you were becoming hysteric, the escalation of the situation was just making you freak out more. You were full-on sobbing by this point, tears dampening the collar of your shirt and shoulders hunched as you sucked in deep shattering breaths.

The walls felt too close, the air too thick. You needed to get out, need to get away from Sirius, not wanting to even look at him to see the disappointment you were sure covered his face. Using your body for momentum, you pushed him back as you jumped off of the desk and stepped towards the door.

However a gentle but firm hand wrapped around your shoulder, halting your movements as Sirius’s concerned voice begged, “Please don’t go, we need to talk about this Darling”.

This wasn’t what you wanted right now, you didn’t want to talk, scared that your spiralling thoughts might be a reality, your consciousness being your worst enemy at that moment as you shrugged out of his grasp. “I just need a minute”. You sounded broken and another sob shook your shoulders as you didn’t look back. Not bothering to pick up your bag or find your lost tie you rushed out of the door, and the sick feeling in your stomach only increased when you heard Sirius yell and kick his frustrations out against a table as he let you walk away.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were going, keeping your head low so as to not have questioning looks as to why you were crying and scared you’d run into one of your friends or worse Remus or James. There were so many students in the corridors and you desperately needed an escape and ran in the direction of where there were only a limited amount of people as fresh air crisped against your wet cheeks as you rushed outside.

For a moment you contemplated sneaking to the shrieking shack, knowing that you could curl into a ball underneath the sheets of the master bed there but that would also be the first place that the boys checked other than the Gryffindor common room. Furthermore, you needed somewhere outside, need to feel the sun on your face and a sense of calm so you half jogged to one of your favourite spots in Hogwarts.

It was the one place you truly felt at peace and somewhere you’d stumbled upon once when exploring the Hogwarts grounds in your first year. A luscious green cliff edge that overlooked the lake and Scottish mountains and, what made it so special was that when the sun began to set, it was the perfect spot for the golden hour of beautiful sunshine. The very last piece of land that the sun-kissed before it disappeared over the mountains.

This was where you crumpled onto the grass, tucking your knees in close, hiding your face within them and wrapping your arms around tightly so you were now in a little ball. There you sat and you cried. For the embarrassment, anxiety-ridden and uncertainty as to what happened now. You didn’t want to go back to Hogwarts, maybe it was better if you just stayed in that little spot forever you contemplated dramatically.

You were unsure how much time had passed but the air was beginning to chill as the sun dropped further in the sky. There were no more tears, but your breaths were still ragged, your eyes sore as you looked across the lake, and your body trembling through exhaustion and still, above all of that, you couldn’t stop thinking about how uncomfortable the stupid bodysuit was under your uniform.

Footsteps suddenly crunched against the crisp grass and you tried not to stiffen at the unknown arrival. But with each step, you knew from the slight limp who exactly it was as Remus sat beside you, his legs crossed underneath him as you automatically moved your face to look away from him, not wanting him to see the mess you’d become.

“Don’t”, he insisted. “Don’t do that, don’t hide away from me, my love. Come here”, he encouraged, his heavy hand resting against your shoulder and tugging your body towards his. You succumb easily, releasing the grip around your knees so that you could lie your head against his lap, his hand remaining on your shoulder giving you warmth and comfort as his other hand stroked through your hair and he simply lets you cry.

Remus began to talk, lowly and calmly into your ear as he helped you through your overwhelming emotions. “It’s more than just the fancy underwear, isn’t it? Listen to me Love, we all have our insecurities that bubble away underneath our skin but we can’t let those negative thoughts win. We deserve happiness. YOU deserve happiness.”

Your sobs calmed down enough that you were just lightly hiccuping, not even bothering to wipe away your tears as his trousers absorbed the wetness. Remus lowered his head, to gently kiss the side of yours before he continued. “I know sometimes our minds are louder than our hearts so even if I tell you, how much I truly adore you, that sometimes you won’t comprehend how much it is true. But please, Sweetheart, understand that… you’re my family. You, Sirius and James. Without you three, I have no one and I don’t want you to think you’re anything else but my entire world. You could dress in the old linen from a house elf and I would still love everything about you. I don’t need you to be dressed in the latest fashion or clothes that are evidently uncomfortable. I want you to be happy, we ALL want you to be happy”.

Your heart was pounding for another reason now as you couldn’t bare to not be touching Remus, needing more than anything to show him how much you appreciated him, loved him with just as much passion as the words that he spoke. So without another word, you rushed to sit up and climb into his lap, straddling your thighs over his, shaking fingers cupping his scarred face to hold him still as you kissed him deeply.

It wasn’t like the same sort of passionate, devouring kiss with Sirius earlier in the day in that forgotten classroom. This was passionate in a way that the world began and ended with each other, that you need to show your love and appreciation with your lips where words would surely fail you. Remus was always the one to have the best advice, to be able to talk the others around when in a low mood, he just always seemed to know the exact right thing to say.

As both of your lungs burned for air, you pull from the kiss but only to lean your forehead against his, warm breath fanning across his face as he wiped away the stains of the tears, “I love you, Remus Lupin”.

“I love you too”.

The sun had now cascaded behind the mountains, leaving an orange hue in the sky as everywhere else began to fall into shadow. The air instantly cooled but you didn’t care, especially not with Remus who ran at a fevered temperature due to his lycanthropy. The two of you stayed like that until you felt comfortable enough to risk glancing over his shoulder, towards the lining of trees from the forbidden forest.

“They aren’t here”, Remus informed you, kissing your cheek gently and wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

You weren’t sure if you should be relieved or not at hearing that Sirius and James didn’t accompany Remus. “Where are they?”, you asked quietly, leaning your head against his shoulder, suddenly feeling exhausted after your breakdown.

Remus took more than a moment to answer like he was trying to decide how much he should tell you before finally deciding. “They’re both back in the dormitory, sorting out a little surprise for you”.

Your heart seemed to skip a beat, that they were doing something nice even after the way you’d spoken and reacted to Sirius. “I feel bad I stormed away from Sirius”, you admitted to Remus, pulling away from his shoulder to play with the end of his tie.

Remus offered you a shrug, “He’ll get over it. I think he was more upset that he didn’t know how to process that you weren’t comfortable and doing all of this for his benefit. And that he struggled to find the right words to say without sounding pissed off and couldn’t fix the situation before you left”.

You nod, risking a glance up towards Remus’ face and relieved to find him looking at you still in a relaxed way and you knew he really wasn’t annoyed like you thought he would be. “And James, is he ok?”

Remus nods, kissing the tip of your nose and pulling a smile from your lips, “He’s hurt like Sirius and I, that you’d been feeling this way without speaking to us, he wanted to fly down here as soon as Sirius found us but I knew you needed some time to yourself”.

“Thank you”. You hoped that he understood that you were saying that for more than one reason, for everything and by the twinkle returning to his eyes, the life that was sparking once more as he pecked your lips gently, you knew he understood.

“Come on, let’s not leave them any longer”.

Remus helped you to stand and the two of you took a leisurely stroll, hand in hand, back up to the castle, you’d missed dinner but Remus insisted that he’d go and get you something to eat after your surprise.

The surprise was entirely romantic and your chest warmed with love as you looked at the dormitory that you shared with the boys. There were different-shaped candles floating around the room, Remus’ record player in the corner at a low volume with the latest Bowie track that the boys loved and rose petals were scattered across the floor and freshly made bed but the petals had been enchanted to change colour and shimmer in the candlelight.

A sweet, thankful gasp was just about to spill from your lips but it was quickly replaced with a shocked laugh, your hand covering your mouth to hide your grin as Sirius and James stepped out of the bathroom. They were completely nude, except for the black lacy tight underwear that hardly covered their genitals, and nicely tied off with a pretty pink bow over where their cocks were.

The two of them stood proudly, abs tense to show off and flex as much as possible, a wide stance and arms behind their backs as they both grinned cheekily at you. “What…? What are you both wearing?!” you couldn’t help but giggle as you stepped closer and out of Remus’ reach, only for him to start taking off his clothes too.

You turned to watch, eyes wide as he too was wearing the skimpy underwear that seemed to hardly be covering him at all with his cock at half-mast. “Wait, have you had them on this entire time?” you asked dumbfoundedly, trying not to stare at the ridiculousness of the tiny little outfits.

“Oh I have indeed, can’t tell you how far they’ve been wedged up my arse but beauty is pain right?” he joked, subtly trying to pull the material from between his cheeks to relieve the tightness there.

You watched as Remus brushed past to stand next to Sirius who now stood in the middle of him and James, his grin softening to a knowing smile as you also moved closer to them. Once you were close enough did he tip your chin back, “Do you only love us more because of these outfits? Or would you say you loved us regardless of what we are wearing”.

The penny dropped as you now realised why they were wearing the uncomfortable-looking, ridiculously scandalous underwear. Your shoulders dropped in defeat, giving him a knowing look as you shook your head no. “Exactly. This is how we feel for you, I don’t want you to shut us out again or doubt our feelings for you. If you ever have a thought like this again, I need you to come to us, and talk because that's healthy and normal in relationships. Don’t bottle it up and don’t shut us out and please, don’t walk away from me again, I couldn’t bare it���.

You reached up to take his hand, moving it from your chin to nuzzle your cheek into it, kissing his palm as you promised, “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry I did all of those things and made you all worry. I love you, everything about you, without the outfits”, you emphasise with a smile. “They don’t look comfortable at all”, you say with a giggle, noticing James trying to give his cock more room in the confinement of the lingerie.

“Think I’ve got as much room as your tits which reminds me, we need to release them from their prison!”, Sirius joked, his fingers reaching to begin unbuttoning your shirt and then pushing it over your shoulders.

Remus stepped up behind you, his naked back flush against yours, “oh Pup, this doesn’t look comfortable at all”, he chastised in a low voice, beginning to unzip you from behind. The relief was immediate as Sirius helped him by pushing the loosened straps from your shoulders and you audibly sighed as the warm air kissed your now exposed breasts.

“There are my girls”, Sirius mumbled, his thumb brushing against the nipple of your right breast causing it to pebble before his mouth dropped to lick and suck on the sensitive bud. Before you could properly lean into the touch, James’ tuft of hair was soon at the same level as Sirius's as he did the same to your left nipple, suckling it into his mouth before flattening his tongue against it. Your back arched, hands delving into both men’s soft hair, gripping and holding them close as arousal struck through your core.

The remainder of your clothes soon pooled around your feet on the floor, Remus even helping to unbuckle your shoes until you were left in nothing but your white frilly socks as Remus had effortlessly removed the rest of the lingerie and skirt.

The moments like this, when they were so doting and loving that you almost felt overwhelmed because you wanted to return that love and affection to all of them at the same time but with only two hands, it was challenging to do. So you decided to concentrate on the two boys attached to your front, who were nipping and teasing your tender nipples, sucking them into peaks before laying them flat with the push of their tongues.

The grip you held on their hair reluctantly relaxed and tried to do a different exploration, over their shoulders, feeling this leanness of James and the muscles of Sirius from where he trained as Beater for the quidditch team. Lower still your nimble fingers travelled to their chests, feeling the sprinkling of hair that curled over their pecks and then still further down with the goal to reach the hem of their underwear. However, in the position, you could only react to James who seemed to realise your goal and pushed his body more towards yours.

Your fingertips ran along the hem of the tight underwear and then halted as James shuddered under the touch as you stroked over his tip that had bulged out as he became increasingly harder with nowhere else to go. As you teased his tip, James began to kiss up your body, particularly over the indents over your chest from where the bodysuit had pushed your breasts up, and he didn’t stop until he was next to your ear, still needing to bend down because of the height difference.

James did not move with urgency, even though his hips were bucking under the tease of your fingers. With one cupping your jaw, tilting your face away and the other hand gripping onto your waist, James began to kiss along the column of your neck, over the sensitive little spots that had your knees weak and more heat pooling in between your legs.

Remus on the other hand now stood next to you, his fingers stroking down your jaw to grasp your attention which you gave him, looking up at him with wide eyes and bottom lip stuck between your teeth. “I want you to listen to me carefully ok? There will be no rushing tonight, our goal is to please YOU, and only you. I want to hear every little moan and cry that you have so there’s no need to bite your lip, my love. I want this pretty mouth open and begging for more, do you understand?”

You couldn’t think of words that made any sense like a thick warm blanket of fuzzy arousal clouded your thoughts so all you could respond to Remus was a desperate nod of the head and a throaty moan.

“Good. Now tell me, just before we start.  Who do you belong to?”

James and Sirius stopped the teasing with their mouths so that they could hear you answer, needing to hear it, for their own sanity and possessive natures.

“You, I belong to all of you”, you breathlessly answered, still looking up into Remus’ green eyes that always reminded you of spring, hypnotised completely by him.

“That’s right”, he praised delicately still stroking down the side of your face. “And, who do we  belong to?”

“Me”, your answer was quieter, heart pounding at having to say it out loud as you knew that he was only getting you to say it to remind you that your freakout today was unwarranted and you should always know that they’re yours.

Remus tilted an eyebrow up, his hair falling slightly over his eyes as he didn’t seem satisfied with the answer. “Excuse me,  I didn’t quite hear that”.

You refrained from huffing in embarrassment as you repeated yourself at a louder volume, “You all belong to me, to each other”.

This was the answer he was looking for as his lips curled into a gentle smile and then opened as he was going to continue talking but James seemed to snap hearing those words as the hand on your jaw pushed your body backwards, the other on your waist supporting your body so that you didn’t trip over. The back of your knees met that bed and the two of you toppled onto the soft, rose-petaled surface.

“I couldn’t wait anymore, need to feel you, taste you, want to make you mine”, James groaned against the shell of your ear as he finally turned your face enough that his lips found yours in a hungry, lust-filled kiss.

Behind the two of you, you were able to hear Sirius and Remus chuckling deeply at James’ frantic motions and then they were moving closer and sitting on either side of the bed, taking a hand of yours each into theirs. A way to stay close to you but also restrain you in a way so that James was fully in control and the pleasure was solely on you.

The Gryffindor’s seeker’s tongue brushed against yours, tasting and dominating the dance happening in your mouth, his body sliding between your thighs so that you could feel the scratch of the uncomfortable underwear that he was still forcing himself to wear against the sensitive skin of your thighs. His hand's hand began to lower, the wide expanse of his hands meaning that he was able to feel a vast area of your body at once, over your collarbones, your breasts, squeezing softly, a contrasting touch from his commanding mouth.

Over your hips, your thighs, tucking them in closer around his waist. Finally, he pulled away from your mouth, his glasses slipping down his nose as hot breaths being shared as you both desperately tried to breathe but it was mostly so he could tell you his contemplative thoughts. “I don’t know whether to let you ride my fingers or taste you”.

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his words, not being able to decide an answer for him but thankfully Sirius pipped up and offered the idea, “Why not both?”

James grinned, pecking your lips before glancing towards Sirius, “Good idea, Padfoot”.

Then his warmth crowding around your chest was gone as he quickly backed away and lay on his stomach at the bottom of the bed, his face now between his legs and hands pushing back your thighs until once again, Sirius and Remus took one each so that you were fully restrained.

“Such a pretty pussy, MY pretty pussy”, James admired as he began to spread your juices that were seeping through your folds, over the rest of your cunt. With one hand, he spread back your labia so that you were bare before him, he could see the subtle throb of your clit and the clench of your pussy, gleaming in the low candlelight from your wetness.

James licked a long strip from your perineum, over your hole and up to your clit, audibly swallowing your juices and moaning, and then there was no holding him back. If he wasn’t sucking your clit then he was pushing his thick tongue into your hole, exploring the tensing area. And then he was adding two of his fingers, rocking in and out in time with the circling of his tongue around your clit.

You were very quickly descending into the pleasure and gave up on watching him as all you could do was lie back and moan, hands desperate to reach for him but still being held back by your two other boyfriends. So you lay there, mouth wide open and mewled and quivered, especially as he began to curl his fingers, teeth scraping over the bundle of nerves before carefully easing the touch with a warm lick of his tongue.

“Is Prongs making you feel good, Darling?” Sirius cooed down to you, squeezing your thigh to try and grasp your attention.

“Yes! So-...so good, please don’t stop”, you begged, eyes clothes and a withering mess as James increased his pace. That’s when you felt it, the tightening in your core that sent tingles over your pussy and thighs, that feeling that you craved every day to feel and one that the boys were always so good and making you experience. “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, James please don’t stop”.

James didn’t plan on stopping as he watched your reactions from between your legs, expertly fingering and licking you, feeling your pussy clenching and tightening around his digits before you gasped, arched your back and fluttered and pulsed with your orgasm. You felt both heavy and light simultaneously as he didn’t slow down his motions until you collapsed back fully into the sheets again.

“You’re so beautiful like this, laid out beneath me. But, I think it’s time one of the other two has a go, what do you say Honey?” James asked still between your legs. Opening your glazed-over eyes, you looked down at him and nodded in response, but you were also sure that what he had to offer now you would have said yes too. 

Remus leaned down so that his lips danced along your cheek as he whispered against your skin, “Think it’s my time to have a taste of your sweet pussy?”

This time, the aroused fog in your brain cleared slightly as you shook your head no which in turn earnt a confused expression to Remus’ face. “Want you to fuck me”, you stated with conviction, needing to be full and stretched.

Remus chuckled as he squeezed your thigh and wrist that he still held, “Already? But we’ve only just started Sweetheart”.

You whine pathetically, trying to reach for him and momentarily forgetting that you were still very much restrained. “Please! Want to feel your cock inside of me, don’t want to wait”.

“Ok Love, can’t be having my girl going without what she wants now, can I? You haven’t been stretched much though so do you want to ride me so you have control for a second?” He didn’t sound boastful when he talked and you knew it was necessary for him to ask this, Remus had one of the biggest cock’s you’d ever seen. In fact, when you first saw it, you were sure it wouldn’t fit inside of you. However now after fucking constantly, it was a little easier but still not something to be rushed so you nodded your head in agreement with his idea.

Remus moved to lay against the pillows, easing the lingerie at long last down his legs and onto the floor and then his hands were out and supporting your weight as you were released from Sirius’ grip and able to crawl over to the other Marauder. Once more, his body was a lot warmer than the other two but that only aided in moments like this, the heat helping your pussy to stretch.  Straddling his hips, you could help but grind your bare pussy against his thick cock that was hard and lay heavy against his abdomen.

The two of you moaned deeply, his cock throbbing just as harshly as your clit as it brushed against his shaft. Remus rested his hands against your waist, but only to support you, he let you be in control for the moment as your hands rested against his chest, pushing off of it with your movements.

Leaning down quickly, you pecked his lips, sighing into the touch before leaning back up and gripping the base of his dick, standing it up and then rising onto your knees. Even just feeling his tip brushing your hole had enough stimulation that you were moaning. This only increased as you began to lower yourself, slowly and with Remus’ support by guiding your hips down tentatively, making sure that your gasps were done in pleasure and not discomfort.

It burned but in a way that had you begging for more, stretching to your very limit as inch after inch pushed into your cunt until you were about ¾ of the way down before his tip stroked your cervix. Leaning forward so you could take the weight off of your knees, you both just stayed in that position as your body adjusted to being sheathed.

Only as you began to slowly rock your hips did Remus dare to move his hands but only to cup your arse cheeks, massaging the areas and helping you a little to ride back and forth on his cock. “Feel so big Daddy”, you quietly moaned into his chest, not meaning to use the nickname so early into the night but sometimes a different side of you took over.

“Yeah? You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well my love, you’re so tight and pretty above me”, Remus praised and his hips began to buck up to meet yours, increasing the pace and roughness slightly and from the earth-shattering moan you released, there was no chance he was going to stop doing that again if it made you sound that good.

As you began to roll your hips in time with Remus, you had a thought as to where the other two were. Looking over your shoulder and see James and Sirius sat together, their hands clenched and resting on their thighs as they tried not to touch themselves and a pang of guilt settled in your stomach as they really were just trying to think about your pleasure. “Please! Please touch yourselves, take off those stupid underwear and touch yourself. No wait, come here, let me touch you.”

“This is supposed to be about you”, Sirius reminded you in a low gruff tone, like he was trying to restrain himself from snapping but was clearly struggling.

“Yes, and I want to touch you. If you won’t fuck my mouth then you’ll have to come over here so I can wank you off”.

Remus chuckled beneath you, “So demanding all of a sudden, is someone desperate for cock?”

You mewl, eyes closing and head tipping back as his cock fucked you with a hard slam of his hips, “Mmmm, yes! Always desperate for your cocks, because they’re mine aren’t they?” Your words were teasing and you made sure to timidly smile down at Remus as he grinned up at you.

“Yes, they are, all yours Sweetheart”. He fucked into you hard again, your body jolting from the momentum of the movement.

However his thrusts up slowed as Sirius and James stood on either side of the bed, the lacy underwear now discarded and cocks leaking and standing proud, bobbing in the air. Your mouth watered and you were half tempted to beg to taste them but decided to save your energy as you wrapped a hand around each of their cocks, squeezing and pumping slowly, in time with your rolling hips.

The two of them grunted, drips of precum building at the tip, leaking down and wetting the sensitive area. As you figured out a pattern with how fast to stroke them, squeezing in certain areas of their shafts and making sure to brush your thumb over the tip, Remus watched happily, his cock throbbing harder inside of you as you touched the other two. In each of the Marauder's minds, they were once again appreciating just how beautiful you were, taking Remus’ cock so well and pleasuring Sirius and James with your skilled hands, it was a sight to behold.

Sirius couldn’t hold back anymore as he roughly grabbed your jaw, tilting your face back and feverishly kissing you, tongue instantly swiping to gain entrance to your mouth, much like he had earlier in the day when you were sitting on the edge of the dusting desk.

The four of you moaned for different reasons, at the pleasure that was being shared and the love that was underlying in all the touches.

Remus began to fuck up into your body harder but still at a slower pace, his hand stroking over your abdomen, stroking the soft skin before his thumb dipped lower and stroked over your clit in demanding swipes.

Your thighs instantly clenched as well as your palms around the men's cocks. Sirius pulled back, needing to hear and see your pleasure as he stroked a couple of strands of hair out of your eyes, “You like the way Moony is fucking you? I want you to cum for him because, by the look on his handsome face, I don’t think he’s going to last much longer”.

Remus grunted, having been trying to hold back his own orgasm until you had found yours. It just felt so good when you fucked him first, pussy so tight, warm and all his that he didn’t care if he came quicker than other times the two of you fucked, he just wanted to fill you up, needing to see you dripping with his seed.

You were shaking above him at the sight of Remus trying not to unravel and the stroke of his thumb and cock were driving you ever closer to your own peak, thighs shaking with each grind of your hips.

Then you felt it, that tightening and blissful euphoria building in strength, like you were going to explode into a sea of stars as Remus’ name sang from your lips in pleading praise. “That’s it Love, cum for me, fuck you feel so good”, Remus shouted, his cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking to his forehead with the restraint of holding back his own orgasm.

Thankfully for him, after a particularly hard thrust and press of his thumb on your bundle of nerves, you were clenching your eyes closed, mouth gaping open and body locking up as you came around his cock. Only a couple of seconds later, Remus was arching his back slightly, hands squeezing the flesh around your hips tightly as he came, cock buried as deeply as it could go into your cunt as he needed you to have every single drop of his cum.

Your eyes momentarily opened to enjoy the sight but then a hand on the back of your head distracted you as your hair was harshly tugged back, causing your back to arch up, tits pushed out as Jjames batted away your hand from his cock. But, it was only so he could quickly toss his cock off, desperately whimpering as he knelt on the edge of the bed to get closer to you as he too came, all over your tits and down your sternum.

You watched with a satisfied grin at seeing James frantically finding his own orgasm and how flushed he now looked as the last drip of cum gathered at the tip of his cock. The grip in your hair loosened enough that you were able to lean forward and lick a single strip on his dick, capturing that last drip and swallowing it down with a genuine smile.

James looked like he was going to combust at the sight as he sucked in heavy breaths and looked like he was going to pounce on you to show you just how much he loved you but then the one man who hadn’t found his on orgasm quickly disrupted these thoughts. A strong arm wrapped around your waist and hiked you off of Remus's cock which pulled out of you, his cum dripping down as the tallest marauder slide off of the bed.

Sirius returned you to your knees and pushed your shoulders down so your cum covered chest was flat against the sheets and petals and your arse perked up into the air. “Need you so bad Darling, are you going to let me play with you?” Sirius asked, stroking a strong, wide hand down your spine.

“Please fuck me”, you begged, looking over your shoulder towards him. Sirius gave him a handsome grin, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached around you to grasp both of your arms and hold them behind your back.

“It would be my pleasure”, the long-haired man muttered, shifting his hips until his cock brushed against your cum covered hole and began to push in. You were so sensitive after taking Remus that you pulsed around Sirius, his cock stretching and filling you completely, he may not have been as big as Remus but he was still thick and hard. “Merlin! I love feeling Moony or Prong’s cum inside of you, feel it coating my cock and lubing your pretty pussy”.

You gasped at his words as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, hands tightly holding onto yours so that your weight rested awkwardly on your neck but you didn’t care, needing and wanting everything he was willing to give you.

Unlike Remus, Sirius didn’t hold back with his thrusts, moving with speed and intensity that had you almost seeing stars with how deep he was fucking you in this angle. Your hands desperately clung to his, feeling the coolness of his rings and using that to ground you to the moment as you were beginning to feel a little fuzzy and floaty from the day's events.

“Taking me so well, you’ve done so well for all of us”, Sirius praised, followed by a deep throaty moan as you squeezed his cock tighter at his words. This only encouraged him to fuck you faster until it was a blur as to where your bodies met.

Your toes were curled as the constant smack of his cock against all of your blissful nerves had you wanting to melt right into the bed. It wasn’t long before you were feeling that relief on the horizon and from the way your pussy was clenching, Sirius could feel it too.

Releasing his hold on your wrists, he quickly pulled your upper body up, until your back was flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around your front to support your weight from toppling forward.

“Say it again, say you’re ours, I need to hear you say it”, Sirius asked, his sharp teeth teasing the shell of your ear, even in the new position it didn’t stop his deep, fast thrusts.

You were sure you were screaming your answer as your orgasm throbbed through your entire body as you did as requested, “I’m yours, I’m all of yours, Sirius- ah! Fuck please-”, you were rambling now, saying any words that you could think of as you were overcome with pleasure.

The sensation was so intense that you hadn’t noticed that Sirius had also cum with you until you were able to catch your breath and realise you were both collapsed face first onto the bed. Sirius’ cock was still inside of you, slowly softening and allowing his and Remus’ cum to continue seeping out and onto the sheets.

His lips ghosted over your shoulder as he moved your hair away from your ear, “And what did we learn today?”, he asked still sounding breathless but also teasing.

“Clothes don’t define love”, you mumble, feeling exhausted and hungry, looking forward to the feast that Remus was bound to bring you all after the cleanup and aftercare.

“Exactly. And what else?”

“That I belong to you all, just as you all belong to me”.

“That’s right Darling, and please, never forget it”.

[sunkissed-zegras]

✮ 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲, luke hughes

betty, i'm here on your doorstep and i planned it out for weeks now but it's finally sinkin' in betty, right now is the last time ── yeah, i showed up at your party will you have me? will you love me? will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends? if you kiss me, will it be just like i dreamed it? will it patch your broken wings? ── the only thing i wanna do is make it up to you so i showed up at your party

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♡ ─ word count | 1.5k

♡ ─ summary | a small incident at luke's draft party causes a whole lot of drama you never expected to happen.

♡ ─ warnings | unedited lol, angst!!!!!!!!!!!! so much angst, slightly asshole!luke, let me know if i missed anything.

♡ ─ taglist | tbd

♡ ─ ev's notes | yayaya, my first piece of writing published on tumblr!!! please let me know your thoughts, i'm very open to (respectful) criticism.

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You had no idea know why you were here, sitting outside his house.

Well that was a lie ─ you knew why you were here. You didn't know what you would say, not in the slightest. You knew you had to make some kind of plan in your mind before you went in, led completely by adrenaline and impulse.

There were a few familiar cars outside the house. You knew the red Kia was his parents' and the Quinn's gray Ram. Your stomach was filled with slight dread as you thought about how this entire thing happened.

You shook your head to snap out of your thoughts ─ it didn't matter now. You were gonna fix it and get your best friend back, no matter what you had to do.

You knew tonight was Jack's birthday party. Before this whole thing happened, you were invited to the party ─ it wouldn't have been right to not have you all here with them. Well, until the fight.

You took a deep exhale before turning off your car, looking up at the familiar house. You got out of the car and shut the door, walking up to the house. Before you even had gotten on his front porch, the door swung open and you immediately paused, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

You were met with him and suddenly all the memories of the past month came flooding back.

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THREE WEEKS AGO

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The loud cheers from everyone around you would've been distressing if not for how happy you felt. You were screaming along with them, cheering.

You knew that Luke would've been drafted to the Devils for a fact but it didn't dissipate the happiness that filled the room. Luke turned to you and you couldn't help but hug him tightly, as the whole room shook with excitement.

For a moment, it just felt like time stopped and it was just you two in the whole world ─ despite the 20 people who were surrounding all of you, it didn't matter. As you let him go, it seemed like you weren't the only one who felt that way as you locked eyes with Luke. He had a true, authentic smile on this face.

Every time he smiled, your heart leapt out of your chest. This time was no different; the same smile you sported on your own lips, playing off each other's emotions, and the heat you could feel rising on your cheeks. Everyone patted and tugged him around in excitement but his eyes were locked on you, your arm perched on his shoulder.

Once the celebrations died down, you set off for a quick drink break in the kitchen. As you turned around from the fridge, drink in hand, you were met with Luke's gaze. Your cheeks glowed, the familiar rush of excitement tingling through your veins. His smile was just as contagious as yours you begun talking.

"You excited?" You spoke. You hadn't talked to Luke the whole night because he was the man of the night. You were happy for him, of course ─ you missed him, though.

"For what?" He was joking of course. He usually hated being the center of the attention but this time it felt different ─ he felt deserving of it.

You rolled your eyes playfully, laughing. "Moving to Jersey, being close to Jack again."

Luke nods, a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I missed him. But I don't know, it would feel weird not playing with everyone else. And you not being at every home game." He whispered the last part out, almost sounding ashamed of it.

You felt the smile on your face get brighter and bigger. "Well I'm gonna miss watching you play live, Lukey."

He winced at the silly nickname, but couldn't help but smile as he looked down at you leaning against the kitchen island, comfortably close to him. "You could always come out to Jersey."

"Yeah, maybe."

A still silence hung in the air between the two of you, but it was not uncomfortable. There was a subtle switch in the air as Luke's eyes remained fixed on you. Neither of you spoke, content to soak in each other's company in the warmth of the moment, aware that there was something more to be said but not ready to be said quite yet.

You could almost see his thoughts racing, the wheels turning, trying to decide what to do next. "Y/N?" He asked softly, the smile slowly slipping from his face. He wanted to speak up, to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat. He could only let out a whisper, his expression growing more uncertain with each passing moment.

A sense of anxiety crept in but even so, you knew exactly what was about to happen. He leaned in and let his lips brush softly against yours in a quick peck. It didn't feel wrong, not even a little bit — it actually felt perfect. You could tell he had been thinking about this for a while and you'd also contemplated it in the past. However, despite the fact that it felt right, it was wrong — not just wrong, but completely off limits.

"Y/N?" You heard another voice echo in the kitchen and you both whipped your heads.

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PRESENT

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Luke folded his arms and averted his gaze from you. You felt your heart crack a bit from his bitter expression. The sound of laughter coming from inside filled you with a sudden sense of clarity and the realization that you could be ruining his night crept in. It was sobering and the thought of how his family would be disappointed, upset with your presence there. It made the guilt and shame that you felt sting all the more.

But you had to. You had to get him back, no matter what.

You opened your mouth to speak but before the words could come out, he started speaking first.

"Why are you here, Y/N?" Your name felt like a curse when he said it, like knives piercing your heart. He always spoke to you with such kindness and care, but now it felt almost spiteful. He looked at you through narrowed eyes, and there was no warmth left in his voice, only cold accusation.

"I wanted to talk to you, Luke." You answered, your eyes moving to look down, shamefully. "Can we talk?"

Luke scoffed; typically a playful sound, but this time it cut like a knife. "Y/N, I just… not now, please." There was hurt in his voice, a sharp contrast from his usual sweet nature. The atmosphere was tense, heavy with unspoken words.

"Luke, I can't stand this! I miss you!" You finally snapped and he looked taken aback. "What did you expect me to do? You just kissed me and─and I had no time to process it when Morgan had walked in!"

"You're blaming me, now? You never told me that Morgan liked you─"

"Luke! You're not listening to me." You sighed loudly, moving closer. "It doesn't matter, I just want to talk to me again. It's not my fault. And─and it doesn't yours, either." You explained anxiously, playing subconsciously with your rings.

Luke licked his lips, his gaze flicking up to the the ceiling in thought before looking back at you.

“I know you don’t want to talk about this, Luke, but I really need to.” You paused, feeling your heart rate speed up.

"There's nothing to talk about, Y/N." He said, plainly. "I like─" He paused, his thoughts dying on his tongue. "─liked you."

Your heart broke. Liked? "Luke..."

"We're gonna be leaving for Jersey the day after tomorrow, Y/N." He sighed. "I'll be out of your hair then. You won't have to worry about me."

"Luke, you're my best friend!"

"No, you're not my damn best friend, Y/N!" Luke shouted, his voice trembling with rage. "You're more than just my best friend and I don't know how you could be so clueless! I never wanted you like a best friend, I liked you, and it's been right in front of your face this whole time but you've too oblivious to notice it." Luke yelled, his frustration and anger boiling over.

You taken aback and felt paralyzed, your mind scrambling to form a coherent response. Your mouth was dry, your heart racing a hundred miles per hour. You desperately wanted to say something, anything, but your words were stuck in your throat. The moment dragged on, as if time had paused just for this.

Luke had never blown up on anyone, especially you. His voice echoed and you could feel everyone from inside was now listening in. This suddenly felt a like a mistake, you shouldn't have come and ruined his night.

Finally, she managed a strangled out reply. "Luke-" she breathed, her voice shaking as she spoke. "I knew that, I-"

"No you didn't." His anger had dissipated, now he just seemed tired. "It doesn't matter now, okay? I'm done with this." He pointed between them.

Again, you opened your mouth to speak only to be met with the slam of the door. You stood there, in the cool March air as you finally let the tears fall.

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unrequited (dean winchester x reader)

pairing: dean x reader warnings: pure angst, parental death, canon-typical violence, but fluff at the end summary: after dean rejects your feelings for him, you start to lose part of yourself. when he realizes how far you’re gone, he’ll do anything to get you back. word count: 5.6k a/n: this is set in season 5, although it largely ignores the canon timeline because i can’t be bothered to make it all match up. this is my first real time writing dean so i hope you enjoy it!! as always, i love feedback. and also as always, my requests are open!!

“Y/N.”

You could barely hear Sam over the sound of the bar, gaze fixed on the bartender. People walked past your booth, talking loudly over the soft sound of some random country music, but somehow none of it could pry your attention away. Dean was leaning over the bar, apparently telling a very interesting story to the bartender, who was closer to him than you would have liked. His flannel sleeves were pulled up, exposing his forearms, giving you a rather enticing view.

“Y/N, are you listening?”

You snapped your head towards your friend. Sam was sitting across from you, clinking his beer bottle against yours. He looked tired; the apocalypse was looming over the three of you, and your new angel friend had been running you all ragged trying to press you all to stop it. Sometimes it didn’t feel right to have normalcy.

But even as the devil hunted Sam and the world was in danger of falling to pieces, you and the Winchesters would always find yourselves back in a bar, staying in shitty motel after shitty motel because it was just what you did. You don’t think you would have wanted it any other way.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You respond sheepishly, trying to give Sam your full attention.

“Y’know, you’re gonna have to face this eventually.” Sam quirked an eyebrow at you.

The two of you had a stare-off before you slammed your head into the table, groaning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sammy.”

“It’s Sam. And sure I do.” He flicked the top of your head. “You have a massive crush on my brother, right?”

You flung your head back up and smacked his arm. “Speak louder, would you?!”

Sam laughed at you. “You know you could do a million times better, right?”

You frowned. Sam didn’t know how wrong he was. You didn’t think you could ever get better than Dean, although you knew Sam was just messing with you. Dean was so hopelessly selfless, it made you mad just thinking about it. Even after all this time, he carried himself with a grace you couldn’t understand. If you’d been at this whole apocalypse thing alone, or without him, you think you might have kicked the can by now.

“Whatever, I think I’m gonna go back.” Your mouth became a straight line as you pushed your beer towards Sam. “You can finish my beer.”

“Hey, you sure?” Sam looked genuinely concerned now. “Don’t let him get to you, seriously.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. “See you later, dude.”

You grabbed your jacket and swung it over your shoulders, deciding to say goodbye to Dean before you stepped out. The bartender was so close to him, her long blonde hair was brushing his shoulder. He looked so young, somehow, smiling at her with a twinkle in his eye. You weren’t sure if you could recall him looking at you like that.

“Hey, Dean.” You brushed a hand ever-so-gently on his back. “I’m heading out. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Dean turned then, his eyes meeting yours easily. “Aw, sweetheart, gonna ditch my brother already?” He smirked.

You groaned internally. “You know, you ditched him first.” 

He shrugged. “Whatever. See you later.” He turned away without a second thought, fully jumping into the conversation with the bartender again.

That stung. You stepped away quickly into the night air, hugging your jacket closer to you as you walked to your car. God, how stupid was this? You’d been pining for him since high school, and it seemed to be a well-known fact to everyone except him. There were moments you thought he might feel the same - but then again, he was the same flirty asshole with every person you’d met. It was killing you slowly to watch him distance himself from you, especially now. 

You got in your car and sat behind the wheel for a minute, trying to regain your composure. You wouldn’t let a man get to you. In the silence of your thoughts, you failed to notice the sound of flapping wings next to you until it was too late.

“Y/N.”

You screamed, honking the car horn briefly and flinging yourself back. Next to you was Castiel, apparent angel of the Lord, having materialized out of thin air.

“Jesus Christ.”

He cocked his head at you. “No, I’m Castiel.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s- nevermind.” You sucked in a breath. “What do you need, Cas? Sam and Dean are in the bar if you want to talk to them.”

Cas regarded you for a moment. “I know. But I wanted to talk to you.”

“Um… why?”

“You seem troubled.”

This perplexed you. “Uh, thanks, Cas. But I’m good, okay? No offense, but I don’t really want to talk about my problems with you.”

Cas squinted at you. “I know these times have been dark. There is an air of hopelessness that surrounds you and the Winchesters.” He paused, thinking.

You grimaced. “Jeez, okay, I mean, we’re trying our best.”

“No, what I mean to say is…” He held your gaze, not unkindly. “I just wanted to tell you, Y/N, that although it seems like Sam and Dean are the center players, you still have a part yet to play. And you shouldn’t lose hope quite yet. Not about anything.”

He seemed to be alluding to something much greater than you could understand. You just nodded, unsure how to respond. He nodded back, then cleared his throat.

“I should go. Think about what I said.” Without another word, Cas disappeared in a flurry of wings, and you were left alone.

“Hm.” You hummed, not sure what to make of the interaction. Cas was a friend, or at least, you felt he could be one. You weren’t sure what he really wanted, or what he meant. But you thought of your pressing feelings for Dean, and what he said about hope.

Maybe it meant something after all.

– 

“Fuck, I love pancakes.” 

Dean was eating like a pig, diving into a stack of pancakes he had absolutely smothered in syrup. You stared at him with a mixture of awe and disgust. He never failed to amuse you, even though this was an almost everyday occurrence. You stared down at your eggs and bacon, hoping that breakfast would stir some confidence in you.

“You okay, Y/N?” Dean paused to look at you, mouth full of sweet pancake. You stifled a laugh as syrup ran down his chin, and he rolled his eyes at you as he wiped his mouth. “I know our coworker can be annoying, but it’s not every day you ask to get breakfast with just me.”

You thought about your “coworker” Sam who was probably busy researching another case right now, even as you had just finished the last one. Either that, or trying to find something to kill the devil, which was still feeling as fruitless as it had before.

“Yeah, um, I guess I wanted to talk to you about something.” You said quite seriously, heart pounding in your chest.

“Shoot.” Dean had finally finished eating, face clean of crumbs and syrup. You looked into those gorgeous green eyes of his and wondered if this was really worth it. 

“I’m just gonna say it straight,” You pressed your lips together. “I have feelings for you, Dean.”

Dean stared at you for a moment, frozen. You could see he was processing. “What?”

“Like, romantic feelings.”

He waggled his eyebrows at you. “You been day drinkin’ or something?”

It was 11AM. “Dean, no, be serious.” You frowned. “Look, I know this might be coming off as sudden, but I just really wanted to tell you. And you can say whatever you want to me about it, but… I guess I just wanted to lay my cards out.”

Dean sighed heavily, his somewhat silly expression dropping. He gazed out the window a moment. “I… know.”

“You… know what?”

“I mean, I knew already. That you had feelings for me.”

This time, it was your turn to freeze. Your tongue turned to sandpaper. “What?”

Dean couldn’t seem to look at you. “I just never felt the same way, so I didn’t want to lead you on. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You pushed your plate away from you, and reached into your wallet to drop a 20 on the table. You knew you should say something, but this hurt way more than expected. You didn’t know how to react to this with anything other than embarrassment. This whole time? He knew? 

“Y/N, wait-” 

“I’m gonna go check on Sam, okay?” Your voice sounded warbled and strange, and you realized that it was because you were holding back tears. “Let’s just pretend this conversation didn’t happen. I’ll see you back at the motel.”

“Y/N-”

You were gone before he could get another word out. Outside, it was just a brisk walk back to the motel, opting to avoid the Impala so you could be alone. So much for hope. You felt like an idiot now, thinking back on all the times you and Dean had moments you thought might be more. This whole time he knew, and he had been desperately trying to get you to stay away from him. Maybe you’d just walk off a cliff.

Okay, you wouldn’t do that. But there was a burning feeling in your chest, and it didn’t alleviate by the time you walked into the motel room. Predictably, Sam was on his laptop, squinting at some article. As soon as he saw you, he shut the screen and turned his attention to you, noticing your shakiness.

“Woah, woah, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Sam stood up to approach you.

You turned away from him quickly, trying to hide the tears that were beginning to rapidly fall down your face. “Nothing! I’m okay!” You quickly entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and locking it.

“Y/N, seriously, what’s going on?” Sam was behind the door, and you could tell he was leaning on it to hear you. The worried inflection in his voice didn’t escape you.

“Nothing, seriously, okay?” You grabbed a washcloth and put your face in it, your shoulders shaking. “Just g-give me a minute.” You internally cursed yourself, trying to hold it together.

Sam didn’t respond, but you didn’t feel his presence leave the door. You quietly sniffled, reining in your tears as you choked back on your own spit. Fuck. You ran the washcloth under some hot water, pressing it to your face gently to wipe the nastiness away. After a few minutes, when you faced yourself in the mirror, you looked somewhat close to normal, although you knew in your heart you would never be the same again.

Quietly, you opened the door to see Sam standing by the doorframe, a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong?” He said, softly.

“Sam.” You said, pushing him away, although he resisted. “Leave it be. I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon enough.”

As soon as you said that, Dean came through the door. Your eyes didn’t leave Sam’s face, but Sam turned, looking at his brother to see a slightly distressed expression. Something seemed to click internally, and he stood in front of you to shield you from his brother.

A silence fell over the three of you. You were sure Dean was going to bring it up again, and force you to talk. You knew that awkward tension between you two wasn’t going to stand. 

“Ready to hit the road?” Dean asked. You sucked in a sharp breath.

Guess you were wrong about Dean after all.

–

It was the fall of your sophomore year of high school. Your parents had dumped you with Bobby, again, alongside John Winchester’s kids. The three of you got along well enough, but you weren’t really friends. Dean was a year ahead of you, in his junior year, and Sam was still in middle school. In the mornings, Dean drove the three of you, dropping his younger brother off at the middle school before bringing you both to the local high school. In that short period of time where you were alone, you often didn’t talk, opting to listen to whatever heavy metal band he had put on.

You’d been in and out of different schools your whole life. Your parents had been hunters their whole lives, so it was no question they had a connection to John, who had been relentlessly searching for the demon that killed Mary. You didn’t speak to John often, but the times you did, you found there was very little care in his eyes.

Dean was too cool for you - he was a leather jacket wearing bad boy who cruised around with a different girl each week, while you mostly kept your head down and tried to do well in your classes. Sam was nice to you at home, but since you weren’t the same age, it was hard to connect to him. While Dean was satisfied being a lone wolf, you had always felt a desperate loneliness in your life. You couldn’t connect to other kids, because you were a hunter, and you couldn’t quite connect to the Winchester boys, because they were more hunter than you. 

You’d heard rumors Dean was taking a date to the homecoming dance. You weren’t sure if you were even going to go. 

On the evening of the dance, you’d decided to stay home. After Dean had gone and Bobby had retired for the night, you’d climbed up onto Bobby’s roof to look at the night sky. Sometimes, moments like this made you remember that you were all just the same people looking at the same sky, even with all the horrible things in the world. 

It was then that you saw a car ripping through the lot, and you bolted upright. John Winchester was returning, and you tried to see if your parents were following, but there wasn’t another car in sight. You ran downstairs, hoping to catch them, but it was only John, no other shadows stretching behind him in that dark night. That was when you knew you were truly alone.

Bobby told you it would get easier. You thought he was a liar.

After a funeral of fire and a quiet ceremony, you had nowhere to go. You were lucky Bobby was kind, because you were left with him. You spent the next few days avoiding everyone you could, because the pain of being in the world was the worst thing you could have possibly imagined. You barely ate, you barely slept. All you did was lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling hoping something could bring them back.

That was when you really became friends with Dean.

One night, he slipped into your room with a sandwich and a deck of cards. You hadn’t even noticed him come in in your listless state. When he finally approached you, you bolted upright like a scared deer.

“Hey, I brought you something to eat.” He set the sandwich on your nightstand. In the dark of the night, you could barely make out his face. Suddenly, a light cut across the room. He had brought a flashlight. 

You just nodded, staring at the sandwich. You knew you weren’t going to eat it.

He hummed as if he knew this was going to happen. “Wanna play cards?”

That’s how it started. He dealt and you two played every card game imaginable over the next two weeks. At some point, you began to question why he was still here. John clearly wanted to leave, but something was still tying him to Bobby’s place. You didn’t realize until later that it was you, at Dean’s request.

At some point, he started sleeping next to you, eating cold dinners with you in your room, and telling you crazy stories about his hookups and dates. He never told you hunting stories. It almost made you feel like things could become normal, like the two of you were really best friends that had met at school, and were having sleepovers every night.

“Dean,” You whispered one night, gently running a finger down his neck.

“What?” He murmured, turning to you with a soft look in his eyes.

“Thank you.” You said, eyes watering in appreciation. 

“Shh.” He whispered, closing his eyes again. “Don’t thank me for anything.”

Even back then, he was hopelessly selfless. 

But he vanished after that. John Winchester was dragging his boys away, and you barely had time to say goodbye before they disappeared. Then it was just you and Bobby, and even though Bobby was good to you, you fought like crazy. You were so angry at the world, angry that you couldn’t have closure, angry at everything. Bobby was the most patient man in the world with you, letting you scream and cuss and let everything out because he understood, too.

The next time you saw Dean was a few months later, the summer before your junior year. It was hot as hell and you remember standing in the car lot with Bobby, wearing a floppy baseball cap and denim shorts as dust kicked up all around you. John Winchester was back for a few weeks for a case, and he had brought his boys with him.

From then on, the three of you were a team. And you would never let that go with all of your heart.

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Six weeks later, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate Dean Winchester.

Things had changed. You spent more time with Sam, not that you were complaining, but it was different. Sam was your best friend, like your brother. He was good company, but at the same time, sometimes you couldn’t help but see the boy he used to be. Now that the devil was hot on your tail to make Sam say yes, you couldn’t help but feel he needed a little more protection.

Dean was weird around you. You knew it was because he felt awkward, which only made you feel worse. He couldn’t look you in the eyes anymore, and your bar excursions more often than not left you alone with Sam, Dean not even in reach. He usually stumbled back to your motel room within the next morning, grumbling. 

You’d changed everything with your confession. It was getting harder to be around the boys, even with Sam on your side and Cas continually popping in to urge you to do something or another. You also felt slightly betrayed by Cas, although you had spoken to no one about your conversation. It seemed so plain to you that he had been urging you to speak the truth, and now everything was different.

It came to a head when you had picked up burgers for the three of you after another case. Sam was nowhere to be seen. You dumped them on the tiny motel table, hoping to eat and just fall asleep on the couch like you usually did, when Dean came out of the bathroom, stumbling slightly. You looked up just in time to see a brunette woman with him, wrapped in a towel. You felt your stomach turn.

You cleared your throat rather dramatically. The two of them turned to look at you. Your face fell as your eyes met Dean’s. He gave you a half-smile. “Oops, sorry.” 

The woman looked at you shyly and then back at Dean, giggling a bit in embarrassment. God. It was like some kind of karmic torture specifically made for you. “I’ll just go.” You said, mouth turning into a straight line. 

Dean barely acknowledged you, giving you a thumbs up as he and the woman went back into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and felt the urge to throw up. You had no claim on Dean - he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. But you knew this had to end, right now.

You grabbed your duffel bag and put the rest of your things in it, zipping it up tightly and slinging it over your shoulder. You could hear the sounds of shower sex beginning, which just felt like a slap in the face. They really couldn’t wait until you stepped out, huh?

You went outside, feeling hot and heavy. Sam was coming in with his head down, having not expected you to step out at the same time, and you slammed into him. “Christ, Y/N, you’re a woman on a mission-” He cut himself off as he saw the expression on your face and the bag on your shoulder. “Woah, what’s happening?”

“I can’t do this anymore, Sam.” Your voice cracked, and you finally felt the dam break. Tears were flowing. “I want to help you two, you know I do. You’re my family. But I can’t do this with Dean anymore, I just can’t.”

Sam’s face softened. “Oh, Y/N.”

“Look, just call me if you need anything, and you know I’ll be there in a second. But I can’t be with you right now. I need to go somewhere else or I’ll drive myself insane.”

Sam reached for you and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You let yourself relax for a moment, tears staining his brown jacket. He rubbed your back slightly, and then you found yourself pushing him away. It was too much.

“Goodbye, Sam.” You whispered.

“I’ll call you.” He responded, a sad puppy-dog look on his face. Some things never changed.

You walked away from him and didn’t turn back. Maybe this would be the peace you needed, or maybe this was going to be your downfall. Either way, you knew that you had to distance yourself from the curse of Dean Winchester, or else you might fall.

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You had gotten hot on the trail of a demon case, investigating in a small town by yourself. Demons had been popping up everywhere now that Lucifer was going to make a return, and you were doing your best to combat it. It had only been a week and a half since you’d left Sam and Dean, and you were feeling their absence. You’d only had brief stints as a solo hunter; more often than not, you had a Winchester behind you.

Sam had called you a few times, but you’d been keeping your conversations short, mostly because you felt like you were going to burst into tears every time you heard Dean in the background. Dean hadn’t reached out to you and you felt a part of you slipping away, like you’d officially severed whatever closeness the two of you had had before. You never thought something like this could have ever come between you two.

Currently, you were blasting Metallica as you drove to an abandoned warehouse you knew a few demons were hiding out at. You’d gotten some good intel from a crossroads, and were going to follow through on it by yourself. Armed with an angel blade you’d secured from Castiel, you felt unstoppable, if only because of your adrenaline rush.

You parked in the darkness far from the warehouse, intending to slink in silently. You grabbed your bag and your phone, using the cover of night to hide yourself as you approached the walls of the outside. Above, you could see a light on in the second floor. 

You slid your arm inside through a broken window and unlatched a door, letting yourself in. The inside of this place was decrepit, but also huge, making it a landmine for glass and random scraps. You tiptoed carefully upstairs, trying to gauge how many demons there could possibly be. You knew there were at least 4, which was already a lot for one person.

When you peeked into the second floor at the stairs, you saw 6 demons standing in a circle around a hazardous looking fire. “Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, wondering if this was a good time to retreat. Instead, you decided to do the stupid thing.

You pulled your phone out to play a recording you’d captured a long time ago of yourself reading an exorcism. As soon as it started, all 6 demons whipped around to you, and began to charge.

“It’s the Winchester girl! Get her!”

You ran, clutching your phone as the exorcism played. You could tell it was affecting them, as they began to struggle to move, but one demon, a woman with brown hair that made you think of Dean and the woman in the shower, leapt at you, pinning you down. You twisted, trying to grab your angel blade, but she grabbed her own knife and stabbed you in the stomach. You screamed, lurching sideways as you escaped her grasp, her own body beginning to spasm at the sound of the exorcism. 

You stood, shakily, as a male demon ran towards you. You kicked the brunette, her black demonic essence escaping as the male demon swung at you. You swung back, not managing to get him until his body began to convulse as well. You were running on fumes, adrenaline fueling your body as you pushed him away.

Two female demons began to wrestle control back to their bodies, and one of them willed scrap pieces of glass at you, throwing you backwards as shards of glass pierced your arm. You shrieked, trying not to feel the pain as she grabbed your phone and flung it to the ground. It wasn’t hard enough to break it, but apparently enough to crack it enough that the recording began to stutter. And that was enough. Four demons out of six had been exorcized, and the woman who had thrown the glass at you was going to kill you. Another man stood behind her, trying to catch his breath.

You played hard to get, attempting to dodge their onslaught of attacks until you sideswept the man, stabbing him with the angel blade and seeing that satisfactory orange glow of death. Only the woman remained, and she turned to you with a sneer.

“I thought your guard dogs would be coming to rescue you by now. Is this a suicide mission?”

“Shut up.” You growled, running towards her and pinning her against the wall.

“I heard you and Deany-weany had a huge breakup, is that true?” She snickered, not even caring you had her pinned.

“I said…” You stabbed her in the face, angel blade piercing her skull with ease. “Shut up.”

She laughed slightly as her body shook, and then she was dead.

You felt the veil of adrenaline leave your body in that moment, and then you could tell you were completely fucked. Your stab wound was bad, really bad, and you could see you’d lost a lot of blood. The glass that pierced your arm was deep in your skin, and you could see the way it had torn your flesh. You felt sick as you suddenly collapsed.

“Little ol’ me, taking down six demons?” You felt delusional, laughing a little as you reached for your cracked phone. “I’m a miracle worker.”

You dialed the first number you knew. He picked up within half a second, despite everything.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Dean’s voice crackled through the speaker, although you could barely make him out with how broken your phone was. You wondered if you were hallucinating his response, too.

“Dean,” You muttered, breathing labored. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” His voice was growing panicked.

You let out a sharp laugh. “Fuck.”

“Where the hell are you?!”

“See you later, Dean.” You whispered, closing your eyes. You could feel darkness coming over you.

“Y/N!? Wait!” His voice grew fainter and fainter until it was just a dim thought in the distance, and then you disappeared into the dark.

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When you woke up, you were surprised you were still alive.

You gained consciousness so quickly you felt it was almost a dream. Suddenly and quickly, you sat up, too alert for your liking and too uncertain about what was going on to be lethargic. You looked around. 

You were in the hospital, a heart monitor beeping next to you. There were thick bandages wrapped around your midsection, and your left arm was covered in stitches. You pulled back the blanket and saw bruises across your legs.

“Y’know, I always thought Sam was better for you.”

You whipped to your right and saw Dean, alone, sitting in a hospital chair. It looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“What?” You whispered, not daring to believe your eyes.

“He’s a better man than me, Y/N.” He said, looking at you with those soft emerald eyes. “Because if I were him, I’d have beat the shit out of me a long time ago.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Dean?” You asked, confused. The brightness of the room made it hard to concentrate, like you still couldn’t tell if this was real.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m an idiot.” He reached for you and you let him, your hands engulfed in his. Dean was always so warm, his hands calloused and rough from years and years of hard work. The way you fit together; it was natural.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything.” You replied, finally understanding. “It’s not your fault you don’t have feelings for me.”

“That’s the thing, though.” He chuckled wryly like you’d told a bad joke. “I…”

“You… what?”

“I do. I have feelings for you.”

You sat in stunned silence. First there was anger, but then confusion. You couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Okay, again, what the hell are you talking about?” You cocked your head at him, squinting your eyes in what you could only assume was in a very Castiel manner.

“Everyone I’ve ever loved I’ve seen get hurt.” Dean said, tightening his grip on you. “Everyone in my life is always in danger. And you…” He chuckled again, and you saw the hint of tears forming in his eyes. “You were always the best of all of them, y’know? You never put up with my shit. You let me sing in the car. You let me play my music louder than anything when we used to drive to school together.”

He paused, and you waited with bated breath for him to continue.

“I just thought if I pushed you away you’d leave and find a better life.” He said, finally. “Because it’s what you deserve. Because I can’t give you what you deserve.”

You stared at him, shocked. Even in the worst cases, even in his own stupid way, Dean was still the most idiotically selfless man you knew. You let out a sigh.

“You know, I’m not some helpless damsel.” You said, squeezing his hands back.

“God, sweetheart, do I know that. You took out six fucking demons by yourself, killer.” Dean almost laughed. “I’d be angry if I wasn’t so relieved you’re still alive.”

“Right, then, you know!” You cried. “You know I’ve been taking care of myself this whole time. If I wanted a different life, I’d choose it. But as it stands, I want this life with you.”

You leaned in closer to Dean, as close as the proximity between a hospital bed and a chair could give you. He looked confused. “But why?”

“Dean, road-tripping with you and your brother, stopping the apocalypse, fighting monsters, saving people - that’s as close as perfect as life can get, I think.”

Tears dripped down his face. “Y/N, I’m so, so sorry for everything.”

“You better be damn sorry!” You laughed this time, pressing your forehead against his. “I can’t believe how big of an idiot you are.”

“Me neither,” he whispered, glancing at your lips for a moment before looking back at you. “Can I…?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

He pressed his lips against yours, pulling you closer to him. His arms tugged at your waist, bringing you in, closer, closer, closer still until you felt there couldn’t possibly be any distance between you. He was so desperate, not letting you pull away as you made out on the hospital bed, hands pulling at you and clawing at your hair. When you finally pulled away, you were breathless.

When you looked at each other again, there were stars in his eyes. “You know everybody else I’d been with was meaningless before this, right?” 

With the way he was looking at you, there was no way you could ever doubt him. But still, you pulled away. He looked hurt. “I want to believe you, Dean. But you still hurt me.” 

He nodded solemnly, in understanding. 

“But I want to give this a shot, if you do.” 

He perked up, a smile spreading across his face. “Of course I do, baby.”

You smiled at that. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”

He nodded, and then sat up like he remembered something. “Before I forget.” Dean reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out two rather squashed looking sandwiches wrapped in plastic. In his other hand, he took out a deck of cards. “I thought you might be hungry, and maybe we could eat over a game of cards?”

You split into the biggest grin you could muster. “I’d love that.”

[noodle-bin]

Dust Collector

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x Reader

summary: short drabble about leon and reader wallowing in their substances about how life just never gets better.

tags: angst, substance abuse, alcoholism, devil’s lettuce, reader smokes, heavily self-projected

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“Smoking again?” A deep voice called out from behind you. You knew it was Leon’s. You let the smoke fall from your lips as you stared out at the city lights, legs dangling from the balcony.

“Hey, Leon.”

He sat beside you, and you noticed the drink in his hand.

“Drinking again?” The edges of your lips curving only slightly, amused at your own joke.

“Yeah. Seems that way, doesn’t it?” His words fell out a little slurred and slow. Not much different from your own absent mind.

“Talk to me,” Leon said before taking a swig of the flask in his hand. You could barely see the outline of his face and the movement in his throat as he swallowed the booze.

“Hm,” you hummed. “It’s an easy escape. I shouldn’t even be sad, I’m not living through some sort of severe trauma. It’s easy to understand yours,” you nudged your head in the direction of his flask.

You felt his hand gently touch your cheek, tracing your eyelids and the shape of your lips.

“Everyone’s issues are just as serious as anybody else’s. Even if others 'have it worse'.” Leon made quotation marks in the air.

“Yeah well, I can’t explain why I’m sad. It all comes back from nowhere. Seizing in my chest. It won’t leave, and I’d rather feel nothing than feel these waves of pain,” you say before taking another hit of your pen. It was easy. Getting high. In moments like these when the world was becoming too much and it feels like you’ve been trying to wade through a never-ending pool of mud. You didn’t want to feel much of anything anymore. What was worse is that you also lived with the contrast of it. It was scary when you finally snapped back into reality and craved the exact opposite of being numb. Putting yourself into dangerous situations to feel something. It was a never-ending cycle. Running from your feelings, muting them down, and next you’re fighting to feel anything except what you felt.

“Hey,” Leon called out. He leaned in closer to you, sitting flush to you now with your thighs touching. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I know it’s scary and never ending. I’ve been there.” Leon tried to comfort you, but his own slurred actions were just as helpful as your absent high. “I’m still there.” Leon whispered, swishing the drink in his flask. “It won’t leave me alone either.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, staring out at the lights in the city. It was comforting, the both of you here at rock bottom. It felt like the night could continue forever, and this high can continue forever, and it’d all be okay.

“Talk to me,” you murmured before taking another hit, letting the smoke go down your throat.

“I’ve lived through hell.” Leon started. “I’ve seen so much and lost so much. It feels like it’s a past I can’t escape,” Leon sighed. His body felt so heavy. “I can’t sleep. I only ever get nightmares. It feels like I’m on the edge constantly.”

You held his hand.

“It’s so much easier to numb the past like this,” his voice was back to a whisper again. You looked at him through sleepy eyes, seeing his own absent mind.

“We have each other,” you say simply.

And it was true. The both of you could mediate the pain like this. Let the waves of nothing envelope you over and over, a sweet escape from hell in your mind. So the both of you stayed like this. He passed you his flask and you passed him your pen, the both of you succumbing to the numbness of it all.

It was easier than facing whatever mental hell you had to go through.

[usoppsnutsandblots]

Hi everyone ! This is only like my second time writing so bear with me.. I don’t see much Usopp appreciation on here so I figured I’d just write about him. Enjoy ! (๑>◡<๑)

Requests, Reblongs and Likes are appreciated <3

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EAVESDROPPER

OPLA!Usopp x Artist!Reader

summary: As you vent to Nami about your feelings of Usopp, the devil himself intrudes in overhearing everything you’ve just talked about.

Takes place whenever they still had the Going Merry? (I’m only on ep98 ok.)

Warnings: Nothing really, Slight angst to fluff, sfw, not proofread, also ik Kaya ain’t like this I love her just gotta do it for the story babes

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“I just don’t know what else to do Nami.” You sighed to her, you were both sitting in the kitchen drinking whatever new cocktail Sanji had made up for the both of you. “I don’t think he likes me that way, I mean I’m pretty sure he’s hooked on Kaya the way they kissed before he joined us.” You said, mentally cringing at the memory.

“Come on y/n! That was like what, a year ago? I’m pretty sure they don’t even talk.” Nami exclaimed as she rubbed your arm as a way of letting you know she was there for you. You know they still talk though, you’ve seen him hunched over his desk (if he has one in his room..?), writing letters to her. Your heart broke even more seeing the excited look on his face when he got a letter back from her.

You and Usopp were fairly close, spending the day together from sunrise to sunset daily. You’d give feedback on his newest creations and he’d give advice on your fighting skills, or your drawings you’d draw of the new islands you visited or just your crew. You’d never admit it but your sketchbook was mostly full of him, some he knew about and happily posed for while other ones you’d do in your free time as everyone was chilling together on the Going Merry. Shortly after he joined the crew you noticed your development in feelings for him and tried to ignore them, but ultimately gave in.

“Y/N!” Nami exclaimed, realizing you had zoned out while you two were talking. “God, you’re actually day-dreaming of him?” She shivered dramatically while you rolled your eyes at her. Nami looked at you and sighed as you laid your head against her shoulder, finishing your drink. “I just- I like him so much Nami and I don’t want to ruin our friendship by telling him while he’s got his eyes on another woman.. I’ve been somewhat distancing myself from him to try to loose those feelings but it’s just making me abt him more.” You sniffled, feeling your emotions getting the best of you.

“Oh y/n..” Nami gasped slightly, taking you into her arms as you felt tears invading your lashline. “Look, if he doesn’t realize how stupid he is to have you it’s his loss! I’m sure he-“ Nami ranted before getting cut off by a familiar someone falling face first through the kitchen door. You gasped as you saw Usopp groan as he got up. “Uh.. hi?” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you.. hear everything?” You asked, standing up now from your seat. “I- maybe? But it’s okay! I actually, wait y/n!” Usopp yelled after you as you speed walked out of the kitchen, running towards you and Nami’s shared room past everybody else as quickly as you could. Your heart was beating fast as you locked the door behind you, sliding down it as you finally let everything out.

“You idiot!” Nami yelled at Usopp, hitting behind his head as he groaned rubbing it.

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It was now hours later, you were curled up in your bed refusing to come out of your room no matter who knocked or begged for you to come out. It was now a bit past dinner time, you sighed and sat up on your bed. You then got up and decided you could go up to the deck for some fresh air as everyone would be retreating to their rooms for the night. You quickly walked up the stairs and leaned against the railing, letting out a big sigh.

“y/n?” You heard a familiar voice ask, growing the ache in your heart bigger. It was Usopp, you didn’t say anything or move but he did. He stood beside you leaning on the rail aswell, glancing at you awkwardly.

“I- god I don’t know how to do this stuff.. y/n I-“ Usopp stuttered out before you cut him off. “It’s okay, Usopp. I know you and Kaya love each other. Please don’t let what you heard in the kitchen ruin our friendship. I just-“ you sighed out before it was Usopp turn to cut you off with a kiss, your eyes wide with shock before closing them and melting into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer before pulling away for a breather.

“y/n, I love you. Kaya and me aren’t a thing, it was just one kiss honestly. We tried to make it work with writing letter back and forth but one day she told me she fell in love with another kid from our village, and I was okay with that honestly. Because I want you. You make me feel so nervous and happy and- just everything. I like you so much y/n, I want you as my girlfriend, not her. I’m not very good at this yet but I promise I’ll try for you and protect you, as the great captain Usopp!” He told you, smiling.

You looked back at him in shock, processing everything before giving him another quick peck on the lips.

“Of course, God Usopp.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Also sorry it’s kinda short.. please give me any advice and I’m looking for mutuals, so please ask if you’d like to be! I’ll also take any requests.

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Bonus pic of the sillies (≧∀≦)

[polarisbibliotheque]

Dante gets drunk and confesses to his s/o that "everyone I love and who means something to me dies horribly" because he's a Son of Sparda. Next mission he comes back, emotionally drained and just depressed overall. Soon his s/o come over and after pampering with a warm bath, washing his hair, giving him love and the whole nine yards. He asks quietly, why? To which his s/o comments that whoever's gonna try to kill them, has gotta bring an army and tons of reinforcements. (1/2)

So, this one has been sitting on my asks for SO LONG, and now I finally got the time and inspiration to make it happen. This idea is so lovely to me, because I do believe some interesting things would happen with drunk Dante and Vergil - angsty ones and funny ones.

Therefore, this one will be the angsty. But do wait for the funny one, 'cause dear, now you inspired me to write drunk Dante and Vergil antics ;)

Thanks a lot for the ask and the ideas!! I hope you like how it turned out ^^

Dante & Vergil getting angsty drunk and their s/o comforting them

Pairings: Dante x Reader; Vergil x Reader

Summary: Drinking could bring either two things to the Spardas: fun or sudden visions that could open the Pandora's box inside their hearts. When that happened, you were the only one able to soothe the fear of losing their loved ones... Again.

WARNING: There's drinking as an unhealthy coping mechanism, the mention of the reader knowing someone who would turn to drinking and become completely different (not detailed) and in both stories, they have visions of their s/o, the reader, lifeless. It's stated exactly like that, but if this is something that bothers you or if you're sensitive to imagining that, I advise not reading this one. Next one will be more chill and upbeat!

Author's notes: I gotta say, I loved writing both of them. I picture their s/o a will powerhouse just like them, so there's a lot of that. Also, I listened to two songs in repeat while writing, I recommend listening to them! Never Fade Away (shdsky remix), by shdsky; and Burn, by The Cure.

They encapsule the heartwrenching feeling they have and I blame the angst and intensity from Vergil's on The Cure

Dante

Saying the Sparda family had no healthy way of expressing their feelings was a huge understatement.

Dante would constantly complain about Vergil – after all, most of their problems came from Vergil being extremely powerful and broken by the trauma of their past. If only he had gone to therapy, a lot would have been avoided – at least, that what Dante would say.

But it seemed like your red devil failed to see he himself needed therapy. You knew he was on a long path of healing – and a lot more healed than Vergil, who had just admitted he needed help and couldn’t be self-sufficient forever – but that didn’t mean Dante had already found a healthy way to cope with his inner demons.

Figuratively and literally.

When things got too bad, Dante drank to forget. But he also enjoyed drinking with you to have fun – he was all about keeping his mind occupied so he wouldn’t let the quietness settle in and let the demons come out from the dark, creeping towards him with their silent fingers and taking a hold of his heart.

That night, it had started for fun. He didn’t keep too much alcohol in the shop, but he always had an emergency bottle of whisky laying in his desk’s drawers.

“Well, well, have I ever told you how beautiful you are…?” His cheeks were flushed, and flirty Dante mode was on. He sat by your side on the couch, keeping one of his arms around your shoulders and his nose a little bit too close to your face.

You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at that goof.

“A thousand times, Casanova.” You answered, trying to get a little distance in to look into his beautiful sky-blue eyes. Dante observed you with adoration and a sincere smile on his lips, as if every word you said sounded like the most crystalline and new music note he had ever heard. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are here?” As you asked, you touched his chest, above his heart. Dante’s adoration just seemed to grow, as if you had never touched him in your whole lives. “I love the entirety of you, but your soul… Your soul is brilliant, red devil.”

“Sheesh, babe, if ya keep talkin’ like that, I’ll get all flustered!” Despite his words, Dante leaned on your head, touching your forehead with his. He always got giggly and didn’t quite understand personal space when drunk.

Not that you cared – Vergil, in the other hand, always threatened to stab his inconvenient brother. Used to being around him, it wasn’t a nuisance to you.

“I don’t think you can ever get flustered, big guy!” You laughed back, rubbing your nose on his – that made Dante’s heart only beat faster. “But I mean it. Your soul is the kindest I’ve ever met. I love you endlessly, Dante.”

Your words met his ears in a whisper, still smiling as he kept his forehead leaned on yours. Dante’s heart, though, trembled with a thousand different feelings that, if he was sober, he’d know how to control.

As you left for a quick break to the bathroom, he poured himself another shot of whisky – seeing how the bottle was getting to an end. Dante lost count of how many days he drank bottles and bottles of whisky on his own, trying to forget his past, to let go of all the things that happened to him.

He didn’t see that kindness, that brilliant soul you saw in him.

You talked of him as if he was an angel, but Dante knew he was far from that – a literal half demon, bursting in anger with spiked wings and red fiery horns when he couldn’t restrain that animal inside him any longer. He had learnt to control it – and Dante controlled his demon with all his might, hating that part of himself.

Nevertheless, you saw something else. You saw the human in him, but you also loved the demon. And he couldn’t understand how – he knew it was the same way his mother fell for his father, but… Still. Dante couldn’t see all the beauty you saw.

His whole existence was cursed – a foul curse that ran in his veins, that came from his blood. The blood of Sparda. That was the reason for so much death, so much suffering. His father was a savior to humankind, the one who protected the world from demons and Mundus, but he had paid with cursing his name for eternity – bringing only pain and death to those who associated with it.

Eva died. Nell died. People who had relationships with him in whatever way died. He lost count of how many times he saw Vergil die – or even killed him with his own hands. Dante lost everything, over and over and over again. It was as if that night his house caught on fire and all he knew crumbled in flames and blood repeated itself every time Dante found his heart allowing himself to feel safe and welcomed – to feel a spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be cursed until he died.

But then, it would all drown in blood and dust.

As his lips got wet with the bitter taste of whisky, Dante saw something right in front of his eyes – too real, too dangerous.

The Devil May Cry in flames. Him sitting on the floor, blood all over his hands. Corpses of the demons you had slain together lying at his feet. You, laying between his legs, your head cradled on his chest, lifeless.

Once again, tears falling from his eyes as all he had built up until that moment burnt down until there was nothing left.

“Hey, Dante…? Dear, are you crying…?” Your voice snapped him out of it, making Dante shoot his glossy eyes back at you – barely noticing a tear running down his face.

It was the first time you saw him so terrified.

“What happened?” You immediately ran to him, sitting by his side on the couch and taking Dante’s calloused hands in yours. Whenever your mind got hazy with alcohol, you prioritized whatever your heart told you should be put first – and that usually was Dante. Just like him, the alcohol made it easier for your feelings to overflow.

“Hmmm nothin’, I… I just… Damn.” Dante sighed, shaking his head slightly and looking down. He was trying to get those images out of his mind – but the feeling of having you in his arms while both of you were engulfed in flames was too real for him to let go that easy. His hazy thoughts wouldn’t let it go – and his heart… Oh, his heart would scream in pain every time he saw a glimpse of losing you like that. Just like he lost everyone else. “I’m not… Shit…”

“Memories again?” You took one of your hands to lightly brush his face, finding his teary eyes under his white hair. You brushed his fringe away from the sky-blue sea that stared back at you, overflowing even more as your silky touch found the rough texture of his cheek – caressing him so carefully, as if Dante was but a precious, fragile crystal.

If you kept like that, you’d break his heart. Dante wasn’t sure whatever lied in his chest was strong enough to take all that gentleness – it could take violence, but it wasn’t used to such a loving touch.

“Yeah… Old and new, babe…” He allowed himself to rest his head on your hand, as you cradled him with nothing but care. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t think about losing you. All those years, Dante had nothing and now… You were everything. This time, if he lost anyone he loved again, he wouldn’t survive. Dante was sure – it would be impossible for his heart to recover from you.

“New…? From what…?” Your brows furrowed as you kept on caressing his face. It wasn’t the first time you saw Dante like that: anxiety attacks and flashbacks were very common on your relationship and, by now, you knew how to deal with them whenever Dante fell into the abyss. You were the only hand holding him tightly and making sure to pull him back up – the only one to stay there and go through hell alongside him. “Was it that hunt we had the other day…?”

“No, no… I…” Dante sighed again, unable to explain. It was so easy for him to let other feelings out his chest: happiness, anger, complacency… But those? He had no words for it. No matter how much he tried, Dante couldn’t bring himself to let out that horrible scene for you… No matter how much alcohol. “I got… Kinda of a flashback… Of somethin’ that didn’t happen.”

“Hmmm… Was it of something that has happened, but with different people?” You tried, noticing how his sky-blue eyes, adorned with the redness of the tears, shot up at you.

It wasn’t the first time you noticed Dante worried about something happening to you. He had vivid nightmares sometimes and once, before waking him up, Dante was tossing and turning, screaming your name and holding his pillow as tightly as he could. He whispered something along the lines of don’t leave me, and you had an idea of what was going on. As you woke him up, Dante held you close in real life, as if that was going to keep you safe and sound.

“I… Damn, y/n…” Once again, he looked down, sighing heavily and shaking his head. Tears fell on your hands, but you didn’t let go of his. Dante had to understand you would be there, through hell and high water. “Everyone I love, everyone who means something to me, die horribly. It has been like that ever since I was a kid, remember?”

He pointed at the portrait of Eva he kept on his desk. It was a rhetorical question, you knew, but you wanted to say you would never forget. It was part of who Dante was, and, inevitably, it was part of your life too. The day you decided to stay with him, was the day your paths intertwined – and now, they couldn’t be separated, by any power of Heaven or Hell.

You wished he understood that.

“I’m not this knight in shiny armor you say I am, babe.” Dante’s eyes were tortured, and he had a melancholic smile that didn’t fit on his lips. “I’m no angel. I’m a demon who will burn everything on my path, spittin’ anger and blood. I’m no good for anyone… And hell, I don’t wanna lose you. Not you.”

“You won’t, Dante. I’m here. No matter what you saw, I’m here.” You took him into your arms as his tears found no resistance anymore. Crying on your shoulders, Dante held you strongly against him – as if that could keep any harm away from both of you. “And you gotta understand, you’re so much better than you give yourself credit for, dear. There’s no one else I could love in this world the way I love you.”

That would be a long night.

*

With his hair soaked in blood, the red veins flowed down Dante’s face like tears.

It hadn’t been a simple job, but it wasn’t a difficult one either. Dante had worse – but he also had better. He had been better. It seemed like the world had settled on his shoulders and it made his whole body heavier.

Good thing he didn’t have to carry Rebellion on his back anymore – or the walk back to the shop would have been a lot worse than it was.

His feet were practically dragging on the floor – not so much from his body being tired; the problem was his soul. Whenever those demons clutched his heart and mind, there wasn’t much Dante could do apart from going through it. Just like he did in Hell.

He couldn’t get that vision out of his head. The way you had felt in his arms as he cried with the fire engulfing both of you. Dante would have let himself be consumed by the flames – he wouldn’t fight anymore. Without you, he wouldn’t have the strength. Not this time.

Dante had always pushed through in his life – but now… Nero was around. He could protect humans in a much better way than he did. Lady and Trish could live quite well without him – Dante would argue even better than with him around. And Vergil… He had a lot to sort in his own heart. Dante believed without him, Vergil would turn to his demonic nature for good and never be seen again but…

He was tired.

Dante was tired of fighting. He had fought his whole life, tragedy after tragedy. It never seemed to get better, and he had to admit… He could only take so much. After so many years of holding his loved ones dead in his arms, Dante was getting to his limit.

If something happened to you, it would be the last straw. The last of his heart strings, breaking apart alongside with the string of your life.

Opening the door to the Devil May Cry, Dante managed to smile when he saw you sitting on his big chair, feet on the desk, magazine in your hands – just like him. He never thought his heart would grow so warm with something so trivial, but, like Eric Draven himself would say, nothing is trivial.

Losing y/n is just a matter of time.

That dreadful voice in the back of his head made sure to tell him that as you raised your eyes to Dante and smiled with a “hello babe”. Dante always lost everyone he loved. It was just a matter of time.

“Damn, you look like hell.”

“Yeah, those demons weren’t playin’ ‘round today.” Dante sighed back, lowering his head while kicking his boots off, in order to leave them by the door. They were covered in blood and dirt and that was rather annoying to clean – so you both created this rule of leaving shoes by the door.

“You need a shower.” As you left the magazine on the desk, you followed Dante with your smart eyes. He didn’t answer with his usual carefree voice – it was more of a strained tone. The tone of someone spiritually tired.

“Yeah, I know, babe…”

That was certainly out of character.

Without a word, you got up from your place and took Dante’s hand in yours. He stared at you, cluelessly for a while, before walking up the stairs alongside your steps.

He needed your help – and you’d be there for him.

*

“Babe… Don’t you think you spoiled me enough for today…?”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Dante remained shirtless, his wet hair occasionally dripping on his pants while you kneeled behind him and massaged the tense muscles of his back. His neck felt like a piece of wood, and you noticed how he groaned every time you ran your hands under his shoulder blades.

It felt like Dante didn’t know what relaxing meant for years.

“Hmmm. It’s never enough when it comes to you, Dante.” You had a calm smile on your lips, maintaining a soft tone to get him to relax. As your hands found another sore spot close to his neck, Dante groaned once more, lowering his head.

He couldn’t understand you. Dante would always believe wholeheartedly you could choose whatever wonderful life you wanted to have, but instead, you decided to doom yourself with him. Stuck in the Devil May Cry, until, inevitably, fire and destruction came to take you away.

You knew that. You knew how dangerous it was, how cursed he was. And, instead of running like any other sane human being, you decided to stay.

Not only stay, but shower his human and his devil with love. Dante would always be amazed by that.

“Why…?” Dante’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper. He wanted to hear from you, but he was also a little scared to know the answer. What if you stayed for reasons other than him?

You stared at his wet white hair for a while, still running your warm hands on his muscly back. Dante seemed to be the most confident man in the whole world, but he wasn’t afraid to show you how insecure he actually was. How scared. Dante had many demons in his head, and it took a while for you to build enough trust until he started to be so open about his darkest feelings.

And you knew what was going on inside his head. How he didn’t let go of the vision he had that day while you were drinking.

“Because my soul chose yours, Dante. It’s that simple.” You shrugged, still massaging his sore, marble back. “I’m not afraid of whatever curse you think is attached to your blood. I’m not afraid of dying from being with you. Whatever comes to threaten me better bring an army and tons of reinforcements, ‘cause I’m not going down that easy. You taught me to always keep fighting, and that’s what I’m gonna do.” With those words, you leaned closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head close to his, feeling how your body seemed so small glued to his towering shape. Dante immediately held your hands close to his heart, tilting his head in your direction. “Those demons better know I’m human. I won’t stand down and I’m going to do everything in my power to live a great life by your side, babe. I am not going to die horribly in the hands of whatever creature who wants to hurt you, and if they attack me, I’m going to bring them all down. I chose to be with you and there’s no power in any world that can take me away from you now. That’s a promise, Dante.”

You couldn’t see how much his lips were smiling or how his eyes were tearing, but you could feel it by the way Dante held your hands as if they were the last lifeline connecting him to the human world. You nuzzled his neck, doing your best to cuddle his body against yours.

“I love you, y/n.” His voice was like a secret, even though the whole world knew that from his heart. “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do.” You hugged him tighter, making him chuckle, even if just a little. “I love you too, Dante. That’s a promise too.”

As he intertwined his fingers with yours, Dante smiled. You weren’t one to break your promises.

Vergil

“Thanks for the ride, Lady. I owe you one.”

Stepping out of the bike, you gave Lady her spare helmet back as she winked in return.

“No worries, y/n! I might just transfer your debt to Dante!” Lady shrugged in a playful manner, making you laugh as you opened the door.

“It’s not like he has enough debts already, huh?” You shot back, provoking a mischievous giggle on her in return.

“It’s not like I don’t have fun with it!” Her answer was in a sing-song tune, as she pointed back at you before finally leaving. “Take care of that, though. You got hurt pretty badly this time, I’m gonna be worried.”

“You don’t need to be. I already got the world’s most protective and worried man right here with me.” It was your turn to wink back at her. “Vergil isn’t going to leave me alone while I’m not 100% recovered.”

“Well, he had to have at least one quality.” She muttered back, adjusting her helmet. “Don’t forget to call me!”

“I won’t! Thanks again, Lady!” You waved as the red motorcycle made its way through the darkness of the night.

While closing the door, you couldn’t help but to smile. Lady was a good friend, and you would always be grateful for the way she cared about the very few people she loved. She wasn’t the mellow type, but, in her own walking arsenal sort of way, you would still consider her sweet.

Your thoughts came to a halt, though, when you found Vergil sitting by his desk with an empty bottle of whisky on it. He was slouching over the table – something he usually didn’t do – with one of his hands entangled on his hair, while the other held an almost empty glass. His eyes were closed, but the way his eyebrows furrowed told you how much his thoughts were troubling him.

“Vergil, love. Is everything alright?”

You question was immediate albeit careful. You knew whenever Vergil’s thoughts weren’t too controlled, he was prone to flashbacks and instinctive self-protection. Startling him could be a death sentence – although, you were more scared of his memories of Hell than being accidentally hurt by his hands.

Vergil slowly opened his silver eyes, resting them on your form for a couple of seconds. You waited until he let out a long sigh, closing his eyes once more.

“I can’t sleep.”

Oh.

It was one of those days.

“For how long?” You left your boots by the door, calmly approaching him. You weren’t careful in your steps – you didn’t need too – but you didn’t want to make sudden movements. He needed peace, not chaos thriving around him.

His whole life had already been chaotic. Vergil needed to learn how to live in a healthy environment.

“Three days.”

You got seriously injured during your job with Lady exactly three days ago. You and Vergil were already used to each other being badly hurt during a hunt, but that didn’t stop you both from worrying about the other.

Sometimes, though, a situation like that could trigger some things Vergil usually buried deep inside his chest and didn’t allow them to come out.

“You need to rest, my love.” You laid your hands on his shoulders, feeling them tense under your fingers for a few seconds before relaxing under your touch. You placed a kiss atop his white hair. “Is that why you’re drinking?”

Vergil didn’t answer, just groaned as a confirmation. You took the glass from his fingers, taking a sip of the bitter liquor, feeling the alcohol burn down your throat.

“What’s the matter, Verge? Why can’t you sleep?”

Vergil just dismissed your question with silence.

He wasn’t used to sharing his worries – he had always seen that as a weakness. Vergil had learnt to be self-sufficient, going by his life on his own and burying whatever insecurities and fears he had inside his chest – smothering them in the hopes of asphyxiating those feelings and never hearing of them again.

But that was just a temporary solution, one he did to survive. He had been a survivor his whole life, watching everything around him burn and die. Vergil cut ties and bridges to people in order to shield his heart from bleeding over and over again, from hurting him so much. He could take only so much and, if he kept being hurt and having his feelings dilacerated in front of him again and again, there would be a day he wouldn’t survive.

This time, your injury provoked a nightmare. While on your job, you got hurt by an Angelo, a creature so similar to what he once was when Mundus made him just a pawn on an endless chessboard.

In his dreams, Vergil saw himself as Nelo Angelo once again. His eyes glowing in red, hands holding a flaming blue sword, towering frame inside his hellish armor. You called him, you screamed his name – he heard you, but his body wouldn’t answer to his commands. The house around you was burning down in flames, demons terrorizing whoever tried to approach you.

With each heavy step of his iron boots, you begged and pleaded for him to listen. You said all the beautiful things your heart had for him, proffered your favorite poems for his ears, but Vergil’s mind was being held hostage in a body that wouldn’t answer.

It was only when your lifeless body was laying on his arms that Vergil snapped out of it.

By his sword. By his hands. He was covered in blood, your blood. Vergil tried to bring you back, but you were long gone. He kneeled on the floor, cradling your body and crying his heart out, screaming desperately for that pain in his chest to let him breathe – just like the day his mother perished in his flaming childhood home, years prior. But this time…

It was his fault.

You were doomed to die, whether by his unconscious hands or hands of demons, since the day your lips touched his. The day you and him decided to allow your hearts to intertwine your paths, was the day you received a death sentence.

No one who came in touch with the blood of Sparda survived. Vergil was aware of that.

With that image haunting his mind every time he closed his eyes, Vergil decided not to sleep. It wasn’t much of a choice, but a defeat: he couldn’t bring himself to dream of something else. He couldn’t convince himself you were safe, and nothing would happen to you – he couldn’t stop desperately cradling your body close to his heart as his eyes closed.

He couldn’t sleep.

“You do know drinking won’t make the nightmares go away. They will be back eventually.”

Vergil groaned again, sliding the glass away from him on the desk. It was a rare sight, but he looked defeated. You’d say you were the only one in all the worlds allowed to see him like that.

“I had someone who would compensate with drinking. Whenever he did, he’d turn worse than all devils I met.” You decided to leave the comment around, pulling a chair to sit close to Vergil. He watched you with attentive eyes, clearly processing in his head what you had just said.

“I hardly believe a human can be worse than me.” His answer was preceded by a defeated sigh while you watched him intently. Vergil referred to his demonic blood – or he wouldn’t have deliberately said the word ‘human’.

“I beg to differ.” Your reply was almost a whisper, leaning on the table just like him, but taking your time to adjust Vergil’s messy hair back to the state he always liked when he was sober. “You are not a mindless aggressive creature when in demon form, even if you’d like me to believe otherwise.”

“But I have been a mindless hellish creature once.”

There. You finally got to the main issue in Vergil’s thoughts – you could see it in the way he took his eyes away from yours, fixating back on the table. He never really told you the things he went through as Nelo Angelo, and you never forced him to tell you. Vergil would say what he was comfortable saying – and he would keep to himself the things he was not yet ready to tell.

But of all the things that crossed his complicated mind, you knew your safety caused the most worry to Vergil – your safety from him.

It wasn’t a secret he believed you both were a love story fated to destruction – just like it happened to his parents.

“Once.” You threaded your fingers carefully through his hair, as not to startle him. You always had to ease him into physical contact – and Vergil would always be starved for it, whenever he finally welcomed your touch. “And even so, you are so strong, you broke out of its dominion over you on your own. Dragging your crumbling body to the only thing that could be your salvation.”

“Dante killed Nelo Angelo. I did not do it on my own.” Vergil’s mutter was bitter as the alcohol on the table, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the way you fondled his hair.

“It was Vergil who broke out of Hell and saved himself, even if in the most extreme way he found to do so.” Your hands were gentle, but your voice was now a bit harsher – mirroring the strength of the Dark Slayer. “He was the one to know what he was doing was probably a road with no way home, but it was the only way to keep himself alive. He kept walking even if his body was tearing itself apart, he grasped the very last sliver of hope he had. Not looking for forgiveness, not looking for absolution, but looking for survival. Not Nelo Angelo, nor Dante or Nero, not even Sparda. Vergil.”

His silvery eyes stared back at you in confusion and glistening with sudden tears as you told him what you thought about all the things he did. You didn’t apologize his many mistakes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to judge – what would you have done if you were in his shoes? Could you make better decisions, could you do the right thing after so many years of suffering, trauma, and torture, after being stuck in survival mode for the most part of your life? The average person would have never done the things he did, but Vergil was never average.

“You did many wrong things in your life, Vergil. But you survived. Your willpower isn’t to be toyed with and the amount of admiration I have for you is endless, love. You have to know that.” With that, you used your thumb to wipe a tear that decided to run over his sharp cheek. Vergil remained still, not really knowing what to do with all that – he was used to be called names, to be berated, humiliated, and even hated. He didn’t know how to react with being admired like you did. He didn’t know what to do. “I don’t think someone with that kind of willpower would accept another they see as weaker – and love, my will is as strong as yours. I have fought, and I have survived as well. All the legions of Hell would have to march against me to take me away from your arms. And I won’t say this is a promise, because those can be broken or changed like the phases of the moon – it is a fact.”

“Love…” Vergil whispered, finally taking your hand in his and running your palm through his face, following the pattern of your fingers with the tip of his nose, until finally placing longing kisses on your fingertips. His silvery eyes opened once again, focusing on you; his lips barely away from your skin. “These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die like fire and powder. The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness.”*

Not knowing how to express his thoughts and feelings – all those he had been trying to kill, asphyxiated in his chest for so long – Vergil recurred to the best way he knew how: poetry. As always, he knew you would understand what he meant… And there was only one way to answer.

“The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death.* I do not fear anyone who might come near me. They should fear me, love, for I will fight as bravely as you have – and there is no power enough to take me from you.” With those words, you pulled Vergil closer to you, looking deeply into his eyes – he would always be mesmerized how you wouldn’t be intimidated by them. Instead, you always welcomed Vergil’s sharp gaze, holding it with your own. “Thus, with a kiss, I die.”

You didn’t give him time to think – suddenly, your lips were on his, sealing your fate over and over again, every time you repeated that kind of affection with Vergil. Cradling your face gently with his hands, he soon retributed the kiss, trying to make you understand how much he admired your human strength and will – something he couldn’t put in words, but could try to express with actions, at least.

Vergil lived his whole life being feared in order to protect himself – whether by his name or reputation. Having you stand by his side not fearing neither, made him believe that maybe – just maybe – your love story wouldn’t go down in blood and flames like he was used to.

Maybe Vergil could finally know some peace… After all, you were strong enough for love.**

*Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare

**Ordinary Love, by U2

[piakae]

safe ☆— sim jake

synopsis ➔ a night out turns short when someone you deeply dislike tries to talk to you.

pairing ➔ fem!reader x bf!jake

genre ➔ angst, lovers to even better lovers, fluff

word count ➔ 1.2k

warnings ➔ reader has a douchebag ex, drinking, allusions to the devil’s tango, sexy jake and not so sexy ex, swearing, intended lowercase

a/n ➔ ehe. of course i had to write this trope at some point, and of course it had to be with jake. sorry this is bad btw i pulled most of it out of my asshole. have fun !!

‘you look perfect baby, stop fiddling with your hair.’ jake’s hand squeezes your thigh across the car’s console when he notices the sun viser being lowered and the mirror being opened every 30 seconds.

‘i’m meeting your brothers at a business party. how am i supposed to be calm right now?’

‘by reminding yourself you’re the most perfect, loving and beautiful woman in the world?’ he lifts his eyes from the road and shoots his signature smile at you, and it makes you redden.

his hand is placed on top of your red silk dress as your matching red heels tap on the floor of the car to the beat on the radio. you won’t deny you’re looking particularly outstanding tonight, you look invincible and feel it too. it goes well to match with your partner, sim jake, who too looks incredibly amazing in a jet black suit and dark red tie just to match you. he spent 5 minutes finding it just so you guys could look good, knowing presentation matters to you.

entering the large centre, the scent of expensive perfumes and red wine explodes, causing you to slightly grip at his sleeve. your arm is woven into his as you walk - more like he walks and you drag along - toward who you assume are the other sim sons. they look nearly as handsome as jake and people could probably mistake them as triplets, not only by looks but personality.

‘james, jaxon, this is y/n. my partner.’ he smiled wide as he somewhat presented you to his brothers. they shake your hand one by one as you bow, careful to place a hand on your chest to cover your deep cut dress.

‘wow, there was definitely a theme when naming you three.’

the night goes on, laughing, drinking. and as you here more drinks clink together, you finally decided to address the burning stare that wasn’t coming from your own boyfriend. all night you felt stares, which was normal, but it was off putting and uncomfortable.

‘you feel it too right?’ jake’s voice is hushed in a whisper as he bends down to ask, his slicked back, dark brown hair falling down to curtain his dark eyes. you look up, placing a lip between your lips and nodding. he smiles reassuringly and places a hand around your waist. ‘let’s go get a drink, then we’ll leave okay?’ you smile and walk together to the bar, sitting down on the stools and ordering two last drinks.

‘i think you just look too pretty, everyone can’t take their eyes off you.’

‘i don’t think anyone has that problem except you.’

‘oh you know me so well.’ he smiles and leans in for a kiss, sliding a hand to the small of your back as his soft lips plant onto yours. the bartender breaks it with a cough, announcing the presence of the drinks. ‘sorry.’ he smiles sheepishly and slides your drink to the table in front of you.

after a long sip, he whispers, ‘i’ll go say goodbye to my brothers, while you stay here and continue looking pretty.’

you smile and nod again, eyes following the handsome man before you turn your attention back to your drink.

your attention is quickly caught by another hand on your waist.

you quickly spin your head around, and suddenly a weight plummets down onto your shoulders and stomach. your ex is there, and you can’t believe he works for the same sort of company jake works for.

‘y/n…’

‘jesse..’ you reply monotonous.

‘you look amazing.’ you silently snarl and swat his hands away from your waist, turning towards the bar to show disinterest.

‘i know, my boyfriends already told me.’

you notice his face turn sour and you smirk, taking a sip of your drink and praying to the gods that he leaves. the atmosphere tightens as he places a hand on your shoulder and swipes your bouncy hair off your shoulder.

‘don’t touch me dickwad-‘

‘woah woah woah kitten. i was just helping you.’

‘i’d rather peel my skin off, honestly.’

he takes a quick breath in before displaying an ugly smirk. he places a dirty hand on yours and you stand up immediately, chair scraping the floor and bringing attention to you and your ex.

‘i said don’t fucking touch me.’ now, the scent of strong alcohol reeks off of him, and you can see his half lidded eyes. you search for jake with a gulp before jesse grabs your wrist, tight.

‘she said don’t touch her.’ jake rips his hand off yours and pushes him into the bar, leaving the man utterly shocked and scared at the deadliest stare a man could give. ‘fuck off.’

you widen your eyes at jake as your ex begrudgingly leaves, staring at you both as the attention dies down. the crowd was probably used to it, sadly.

jake grasps your shoulders and pulls you to a quiet part of the centre, he looks over your with panic in his eyes, mouth slightly agape as he scans you for injuries or bruises. ‘are you okay? did he hurt you?’ he asks, gulping and pushing some hair behind your ear softly.

‘i’m fine jake, he didn’t hurt me. he was just being a dick.’ you answer with a shaky breath. jake looked as though he didn’t believe you as he did another look over. the encounter made your shoulders tense and your head hurt, all you wanted was to go home. and he understood that without a word exchanged.

jake leads you out to the car park, trying to find where he parked the car as he speaks.

‘i’m so sorry that happened baby. did you know him?’

‘he was my..’ you sigh, ‘… my ex.’ you admit. he turns his head and stops both of you in place.

‘him? your ex?! oh, baby, no. how could you possibly be with him?’ he places his hands on your waist and you rest your own on his biceps.

you half laugh-half internally cry at his questions, knowing yourself that you had stooped too low in that era of your early 20’s. ‘i know. i can’t believe i was so blind to date jesse.’

‘jesse!? oh god and he has a lady name.’

‘hey, his name was the only redeemable quality about him. but trust me, i found way better guys than him after we broke up.’

jake frowns, ‘who?’

‘you, dumbass.’ you giggle and laugh, happy that the only hands touching you now were jake’s, it almost erased the dirty feeling completely. he smiles and leads you to where he guessed he had parked, whispering an oh, good.

as he takes your hand in his, you whisper,

‘thank you for saving me. i mean, i could’ve done it myself but thank you.’

‘i know you could’ve. but my emotions got the best of me. who could let a beautiful woman get touched up by some random guy?’ he chuckles and kisses you on the forehead as you keep your head down to hide a blush. even though you two have been together for months over a year, he still made your heart flutter.

‘i always feel safe around you, i hope you know that.’

‘that’s always been my goal. to make you feel safe.’

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oh my, i could totally see yn talking to her friends about hunter’s birth story and Our Baby! rafe having to excuse himself bc he gets emotional that he wasn’t there and that she had to go through it by herself

Our Baby / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part three here

Summary: a few of your friends want to meet Hunter, so you invite them to the house for a catch-up. Whilst talking about your birth experience, Rafe realises how much he truly did miss and gets upset.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS a little angst, sad Rafe, birth struggles, lmk if I missed anything!

Authors note: Part 4. Oh my god yes 😭 I can imagine it! I honestly loved this and had to add it as another part! Thank you so much for suggesting and hope it played out the way you wanted 😁 liking, commenting, and reblogging help me out!

Word count: 1.3k

Hunter hadn't long turned six months when you invited three of your high school friends to come over to meet him officially. They had been gutted when you told them you and Rafe had broken up and even more furious when they found out he didn't want anything to do with the baby. The group chat had blown up when you messaged about being together with Rafe again, which turned into a two-hour-long call of you explaining the whole of the last few months.

Your friends Kaylee, Addison, and Marie demanded a get-together soon so they could meet your son. And that day was today. Rafe was joining this time though, as they wanted him to be a part of the conversation and catch up with him also. You knew they wouldn't say anything cruel or unnecessary, you trusted them completely.

You let your three friends in, Rafe stood next to you with Hunter in his arms. You were hoping a bunch of excitement would wear him out, so he would nap shortly. "It's been too long y/n!" Kaylee mentions as she pulls you in for a hug, your arms pulling the other in tightly. "I know, I missed you guys," you mumble into her shoulder as you pull away, hugging the other two similarly.

"Damn, I can't believe you guys live here. I remember us hanging out here during the summer as kids." Marie smiles, taking a seat on the couch. You laugh as you sit down next to Rafe with Hunter on the smaller couch, "Oh god, I remember some of the trouble we used to get into. We were little devils." you all giggle at the memories, missing the old times.

"Look at him y/n! Wow, you pair make beautiful babies." Addison comments, everyone's attention is now on your baby boy. You smile as you glance at Rafe, who's already looking at you with so much love. Rafe places his spare hand on your thigh, caressing the clothed area lovingly. "I can't believe you're a mother! I figured you would be the first though, you always loved kids and acted like the mother of the group." you all laugh at that, it was true. You had always taken care of everyone and melted at the sight of anyone's babies or kids.

"Thank you guys, how could this not make a beautiful baby?" you giggle as you point to Rafe, making him blush. You always hoped your kids would take after their father, his features of those to be jealous of. Hunter was happily perched on his father's lap as he played with his feet, recently discovering his toes and finding it absolutely fascinating. Marie turns her attention back to you, "how was your birth experience? I know you guys weren't together during it, so how did you cope by yourself?" she throws an apologetic look to Rafe, who turns to you with curiosity.

"Honestly? I had a hard time. It was a struggle and extremely painful, I ended up having an epidural because the pain was so bad. I was really scared but my midwife was amazing and helped me every step of the way. When I saw Hunter for the first time, it felt like my whole world stopped and he was the only thing that mattered." you smile but feel emotional, you had always thought that Rafe would be there to watch your firstborn come into the world but you didn't blame him for a second. Having forgiven him long ago.

"Sorry, excuse me for a moment." You watch as Rafe passes Hunter to you, avoiding eye contact with everyone as he leaves to go upstairs. You frown, confused, and look to your friends. They all look equally as confused and worried. "Can you guys watch Hunter for a minute?" you ask as you stand, all nodding. "Of course, come here handsome boy!" Addison coos as she reaches for him, placing your son on her lap. She was sat in the middle, so Marie and Kaylee had easy access to him also. You smile as they play with him, talking to him in that ridiculous baby voice that everyone does. It was so cute.

You make your way upstairs, finding your bedroom door open a crack. As you get closer to the door you hear sniffles and deep breathing, immediately recognising he's upset. You gently knock and slowly open the door, closing it softly behind you but leaving it open as it originally was, just in case of an emergency. Rafe sat on the edge of your bed, his head in his hands as his body gently shook. You move to stand in front of him, unsure of what had happened to make him so upset.

Rafe lifts his head slowly to meet your gaze, his cheeks covered in wet tear tracks and his tear-filled eyes were red. "Baby, what's wrong?" you ask gently as you frown, wiping his cheeks with your thumbs. Rafe wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to him, his head laying against your stomach. "I wasn't there for you, during a time when you needed me most. I wasn't there to support and help you. And I missed my first child being born, what kind of a person am I? I'm so sorry." Rafe sobs, his grip on your shirt tightening.

You feel tears prick your vision, your one hand wrapping around his shoulder and the other holding the back of his head. "Listen here Rafe Cameron, I do not blame you at all. I forgave you for it all a long time ago, so you shouldn't blame yourself. We can't change what happened, so we shouldn't dwell on it. You're here now, that's what matters the most, okay? And me? I'm here in one piece, aren't I? I pushed through it and came out stronger. So, please stop apologizing and feeling bad for not being there because Hunter and I don't blame you, okay?"

You kneel in front of him and grab his head between your hands, making him look at you. "Okay?" you whisper, pressing your lips gently to his. Rafe grabs the back of your neck and pulls you impossibly close, pouring all his emotions into the kiss. You didn't care about the wetness spreading onto your cheeks or the salty taste on his lips from his tears, all you cared about was Rafe being okay and not blaming himself all the time.

You pull away, still holding his face. "Besides, you make it up to me every day with everything you do for us both and all the love you provide us." You smile as he stops crying, you hated it when he was upset or crying. Rafe smiles, pulling your forehead to rest against his. "How did I get so lucky with you? What could I have possibly done to deserve someone as great as you, hm?" Rafe presses his lips against yours gently, his hand still holding the back of your neck. You smile as you both pull away, "I'm pretty great, aren't you?" you joked, making you both giggle.

"You really are. I love you so much y/f/n y/l/n." Rafe rubs the back of your neck gently, his lips lingering close to yours. You felt like your heart had butterflies inside of it, his words making you so happy. "I love you so much too Rafe Cameron." you peck his lips a few times, giggling from pure happiness. "C'mon let's go back and join everyone." you grab his hand, leading him to the bathroom so you could help him look like he hadn't just cried. You knew he would feel embarrassed otherwise. You loved this boy with everything you had in you, and Rafe felt the exact way. If not more.

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When The Heart Beats || Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

Chapter 1: The Wicked Grasp of Grief

Summary: Reader unknowingly makes a deal with the Devil.

Authors note: hey everyone! This is my first chapter for this story. I had talked about it in a post and voilà, here it is. I’m very excited about this story, it’ll have some elements from some of my favorite vampire movies like; Salem’s Lot, Dracula, and possibly The Lost Boys. I was also inspired by a certain Greek Mythology story. 👀 I was inspired by people coming up with the theory that Eddie could possibly come back as Kas in DND. However, I don’t know a thing about DND so it’s very loosely based on that. I don’t consent to my story being posting any where else or translated. Without further ado, let’s get into the story!

Warnings: Blood, violence, death, both religious and non-religious elements (same as any other vampire story) and some angst. 18+ only please!

You don’t know how long you’ve been staring at your wall. Unmoving, only being kept conscious by the shallow breaths your tears allowed you to take. You’re sitting in the middle of your room. Dawn starting to break into the sky and seep into your room through the cracks of your shades in your windowpane. You finally blink and if it weren’t for the tears, your eyes would be incredibly dry. You look down at your hands and clothes, stained with blood. His blood.

Whenever you close your eyes you can still see him. Eddie. Your Eddie. Laid on the ground, blood coming out of his mouth and tears flowing down his cheek. He was littered with bite marks and cuts from the Demobats that sunk their fangs into him. It wasn’t meant to be this way. You two were supposed to graduate together, then heading out on a road trip around the country. You can still hear him gently whispering, “I love you.” With his last breathe.

You kept shaking him, at first whispering his name. Then the whisper became a stern tone, then became a rippling scream. You refused to believe he was gone. Dustin, clearly broken and grieving, tried to pull you away. “We have to find Steve.” As if Steve had the magic potion to bring him back to life.

You’ve been on autopilot ever since. You blinked and suddenly you were in the shower. Not knowing when or how you got in. You lazily spread the bubble-soaked wash cloth over your body. You looked to the right of you to see his shampoo and body wash. Both a crisp, fresh apple scent.

The more you thought back to the previous hours, the stranger it became. After the tear rippled through the entire Upside Down, effecting Hawkins, you all made your way back to Eddie’s body; still there, still warm. “We need to bring him back up.” You said. About to lift his body up and ask Steve to grab his legs when Nancy replied. “There’s no way we’ll be able to do that. We’ll do good getting ourselves back up there.” “Well, we can’t just leave him down here like this.” Dustin croaked. You close your eyes and wipe your hands over your face. Streaks of Eddie’s blood on your forehead and cheeks. “We aren’t. Just for now, until we bring the right supplies to bring him back up there.” You couldn’t believe it. You felt so helpless. It didn’t sit right to just leave him down here. In the cold, dark, and empty nothingness. “No.” You said shaking your head. “You try to lift him up but you don’t have the strength. Your mental won’t allow you, let alone your physical. But that won’t stop you from trying. “Y/N… he’s dead weight. He’s much heavier to carry than you think…” Nancy said. She walked over to you and gently put her hand on your shoulder. “I know how you feel. We’ll make this right. As much as we can. But for now. Let’s regroup tomorrow and think of what supplies we may need.” With that you shook your head. Gently laying him back down, balling up your jacket to place underneath his head. You give him a kiss on the forehead before you go. Your very last kiss.

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Eventually you all made your way back to Hawkins through the crack and that’s when you faded out only to come to staring at your wall in your room. You walked out of the bathroom and into your room. The light beginning to pour into your room. You shut your blinds and it was practically dark. It was still and quiet. Normally, Eddie would’ve spent the night. You two cuddled and snug in your bed. Either a movie like Nightmare on Elm Street or Poltergeist playing on your tv.

You couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned but every time you closed your eyes, you just seen him. You got up and went to the door of your bed. You grew up in a religious household. Having went to church every Sunday growing up. You weren’t a particularly religious person due to what you have witnessed from people at your church and in society. Some people thought they were superior to those who didn’t think like them or act like them. It effected the way you viewed religion as a whole. However, you needed a miracle. Whether it was your grief or being in denial, you got on your knees, clasp your hands together and swallowed your pride. “…hey God…. It’s me.” You cringe. It’s been a while since your prayed and you didn’t know what to say. “I know I haven’t been in touch with you but I need a miracle. Please God….or whoever is listening….Please bring me back my Eddie, my love.” You started to break down in tears, sobbing. “I don’t… I can’t … do this without him. If you bring him back… I’ll do whatever… I’ll be devoted to you…. Just please.” You were pleading on your knees. The carpet burned into your skin. Your bones became stiff with how long you stayed in that position, wishing, hoping, praying that a higher power would hear your pleads.

You didn’t know it but someone…something…was listening, watching, lurking. In the dark abyss where souls don’t rest. A wounded but alive spell caster has heard your cries, has felt your suffering. And it’s almost at an end.

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Say You Won't Let Go

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𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: lyric fic to the song "Say You Won't Let Go" by james arthur

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mainly tooth-rotting fluff, minor angst bc it felt too tooth-rotting, mentions of cheating but not like detailed (lmk if i missed any)

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4.4k

𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: the ending's kinda rushed and im too lazy and in pain to edit anything so you get what you get 🤷‍♀️

tbh i dont suggest listening to the song while reading bc you'll have to keep pausing which is really annoying so if you've never heard it before, listen to it before reading so you know what the tune is and if you have heard it, you're good to go

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Eddie sat Y/n down on the edge of their shared bed, moving a chair to sit in front of her, guitar in hand. He looked into her eyes lovingly, smiling at the sight he knew he'd never get tired of. "Happy anniversary, my love." He said as he picked up his guitar pick, strumming away at the acoustic guitar in his hands.

I met you in the dark, you lit me up

You made me feel as though I was enough

Eddie looked around the room, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of people bow in the small pub he'd grown so fond of, celebrating the graduation of the class of '86. He walked to the bar, ordering a drink over the noise.

Y/n walked to the bar, already tired of the people around her. She walked up next to a boy with long curly hair and rings littering his hand. She smiled at his appearance. "Hey, I like your hair." She yelled over the music as she admired his curls. "Really? I was thinking of cutting it." Y/n's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would you do that? It looks awesome." Eddie looked down bashfully. "I used to get bullied for it, called a freak–well technically it wasn't just for that." He rambled, his mouth moving on its own as his mind focused on the girl before him. "Well now I have to know." Y/n rested her chin on the palm of her hand, batting her eyelashes at the man. He laughed.

"I'm in a band-" "Oh, that's not too bad." Eddie looked down at his drink, not wanting to finish and drive the girl away. "And I play DnD." Y/n shrugged after a moment. "Still don't get why they called you a freak. I mean I get that the newspapers call it devil worship and shit but they make shit up all the time, anything to get more readers." Eddie chuckled, lifting his glass to take a sip of his drink. "I wish everyone was as open minded as you." Y/n smiled. "But then what would you need me for?" She nudged him, Eddie looking down at her with fondness in his eyes. "Hey, what do you want to drink? It's on me." He winked, smiling growing wider at the sound of the girl's angelic laugh.

We danced the night away, we drank too much

Y/n stood up after her third drink, grabbing Eddie's wrist as she walked to the middle of the room. "What are you doing?" Eddie laughed out, confused. "I'm tipsy, I dance when I'm tipsy." Her words came out slightly slurred as she stumbled through the room. "C'mon, dance with me. I thought you were fun." She pouted as Eddie stood still, watching the girl in amusement. Y/n walked forward, moving Eddie's hands to her hips as her own trailed down his chest, back up to his shoulders.

"I don't even know your name and you're trying to feel me up." Y/n laughed, leaning up to his ear. "Y/n." Eddie blushed slightly. "I'm Eddie." Y/n ran her fingers through his hair, a lazy smile resting upon her face. "You have pretty eyes, Eddie." Eddie leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her nose. Y/n pulled back, dancing a little as she tried to encourage Eddie. "Now c'mon, you know my name so dance with me." She whined. Eddie rolled his eyes, taking her hand and spinning her, swaying to the rythme of the slow music. The two stared into each other's eyes, minds clouded with the thoughts of the other.

I held your hair back when

You were throwing up

Y/n groaned, sitting up in the unfamiliar bed, holding her aching head. She looked around the room, finding herself alone, surrounded by metal posters and random knickknacks and clothes. A sizzling sound came from just outside the room, the smell of bacon carrying throughout the trailer. Y/n stood slowly, her legs feeling like jelly.

Eddie turned and smiled at the messy-haired girl walking out of his room. "How'd you sleep?" Y/n looked confused. "Where am I? You didn't kidnap me did you?" She chuckled, sitting down on a random chair. "No I didn't kidnap you." Eddie rolled his eyes. "You at my trailer, you want me to take you home?" Y/n whined, shaking her head, stopping abruptly.

Her head was spinning, her eyes going unfocused. Eddie turned to her fully, looking at her worriedly. "You ok-" He was cut off when Y/n stood up, walking quickly into the bathroom. She lifted the lit to the toilet, letting out whatever it is she ate the night before. Eddie winced at the sound, turning off the stove before walking in slowly. He knelt down next to Y/n, rubbing her back comfortingly. "Shh." He whispered in her ear, holding her hair in a makeshift ponytail. He kissed her shoulder lightly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear repeatedly.

She sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up st Eddie with teary eyes. "Sorry." She mumbled. "Why are you sorry?" She shrugged, looking down as Eddie ran his fingers through her hair. "Go lay down, I'll bring you some food and water." He said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple, helping her up and into his bed once more.

Then you smiled over your shoulder

For a minute, I was stone-cold sober

I pulled you closer to my chest

Eddie yawned as he woke up, hugging Y/n tighter to his chest. He placed a tiny kiss to her hair, trailing down her neck to her shoulder. "Good morning beautiful." He whispered groggily in her ear. She groaned, squeezing her eyes to stop light from slipping through the cracks.

Eddie kissed her cheeks, then her forehead, then her nose. Y/n turned her head into the pillow, making Eddie chuckle. "C'mon, love, we gotta get up." Eddie spoke quietly with his lips pressed to her bare shoulder. "Why?" Y/n whined. "Because," Eddie kneaded her thighs gently under the covers, "I have a date planned for us, remember?"

Y/n turned her head to look at him, her face puffy with sleep. She smiled softly, looking up into his eyes, letting Eddie place a chaste kiss to her lips. Eddie pulled back to admire her, completely smitten. He stared at her in awe, his mouth slightly agape. "You're gorgeous."

And you asked me to stay over

I said, I already told ya

I think that you should get some rest

Y/n stumbled into her room, Eddie behind her, keeping her steady. "Alright, c'mon." He mumbled, helping her onto her bed. She sat at the edge, whining as Eddie picked up her leg, taking of her shoe before moving to the other. He moved to the dresser, opening a drawer to find pajamas. "Ok what do you wanna wear?" Y/n looked up at him, thinking for a moment. "The grey ones." Eddie nodded, picking out a grey shirt and pants.

"Alright, can I take this off?" Eddie asked, his hands holding her waistband. "You can to more than that." Her face morphed into a sloppy smirk, leaning back on the bed. Eddie rolled his eyes, taking them off slowly, replacing them with the pants he grabbed.

He slid off her shirt, stopping to admire her, leaning forward to kiss her lips. Eddie unclasped her bra, looking away slightly as he put the shirt over her head.

He laid her down completely on the bed, placing the covers over her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Y/n snaked her hands around his neck, pulling his closer. "Stay." She whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. Eddie shook his head, pulling back. "Get some rest, my love."

He turned off the light, closing the door most of the way before walking back down the stairs and out if the house.

I knew I loved you then

But you'd never know

Eddie kissed all over Y/n's face, relishing the angelic sounds of her giggles. She grabbed his head gently, kissing him softly. Eddie deepened the kiss, Y/n's hands falling to her sides.

Eddie pulled back to look into her eyes, his face falling into a soft smile.

"What?" Y/n laughed out, furrowing her eyebrows. Eddie shook his head, lifting his hand to hold her face. "I love you."

Y/n's laughter slowed as she placed her hand over his. Her smile grew as her face grew hot. A smile took over her face as she looked into Eddie's eyes lovingly. "I love you too." Eddie smiled, tickling her sides as she leaned up to kiss her nose, biting it lightly.

'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

Eddie frowned, hugging Y/n tighter as the speakers announced last call for her flight. "I'll be back in a few months to visit, I promise. We can call every day." Y/n tried, pulling back to look into his sad eyes. Eddie nodded, stepping back with a sniffle. "I love you." Y/n smiled softly, kissing his nose, then cheeks, then lips. "I love you too."

She picked up her bag from the floor, wheeling her suitcase to the gate, leaving Eddie standing by himself.

Eddie sat in his car, sobbing as he rested his head on the steering wheel. He watched as what he assumed to be her flight took off, taking his love away from him. Eddie took a moment to compose himself, driving home to stare at the phone until it rang.

I know I needed you

But I never showed

Eddie held his pillow to his chest, crying into it. His room felt empty without Y/n, making his heart ache ten times worse.

The door squeaked quietly as it opened. A figure tiptoed in, setting down their bag as they sat on the edge of the bed, hearing Eddie's soft sniffles. The figure moved his hair out of his face, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Eddie looked into the familiar eyes, perking up immediately. He brought her i to a tight hug, relishing in the feeling of her warmth. "I love you." He mumbled into her neck, drowsiness taking over.

"I know, baby, I love you too." She spoke softly into his hair, pulling back gently. "Let me get changed and I'll be right back, ok?" Eddie whined but nodded, loosening his hold on Y/n as he watched her move around the room.

She got back into the bed, pulling the covers over the two of them as Eddie rested his head on her chest, holding her close. His eyes fluttered shut, content at the feeling of her hands running through his hair."

But I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

Eddie took Y/n's hand, guiding her to their destination. The blindfold on Y/n's head was pulled off, revealing a picnic set up at the edge of lovers lake. She turned to him and smiled, her face morphing into that of surprise at the sight before her.

Eddie kneeled, one knee on the ground, a small box in his hand. The tux he was wearing too big for him–likely borrowed from Wayne–making him all the cuter. Tears filled Y/n's eyes as Eddie opened the box, revealing a small ring with one circular diamond in the middle.

Y/n knelt down in front of him, taking his face in her hands, bringing him into a long kiss, nodding into it, running her fingers through his curls. She pulled back, smiling at him brightly, kissing his nose before picking up the ring from the box, slipping it onto her finger.

Just say you won't let go

Just say you won't let go

Y/n screamed out, squeezing Eddie's hand tighter and tighter as the nurse told her to push. She stopped, shaking her head as tears flowed down her cheeks. "I can't, I can't." She repeated, sobbing as Eddie kissed her temple comfortingly.

"It's almost over, my love. Just a little more, baby." Y/n looked into his eyes, nodding, pushing once more before finally hearing cries that weren't her own. She relaxed, closing her eyes as she laid her head back. Her eyes wide, shooting down to look at the doctor as she told her there was another.

After another few minutes of hell, Y/n took her two beautiful babies into her arms, both blessed with the big brown eyes of their father. She looked up at Eddie with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to both the little one's noses.

I'll wake you up with some breakfast in bed

I'll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head

Eddie shushed the two anxious kids as he opened the door softly, revealing a sleeping Y/n. The kids immediately ran, jumping on the bed to wake up their mother. Y/n groaned at the feeling of tiny feet trampling her, turning to shove her head in the pillow. "Wake up! Wake up!" They shouted, stopping their movements to sit next to Y/n under the covers.

Eddie walked in with an apologetic smile, leaning forward to kiss Y/n's head. "Sorry, love, told them to stay quiet but they didn't seem to listen." He rubbed the back of his neck, placing a tray full of Y/n's favorite breakfasts. Y/n sat up, looking at the meal with tired, happy eyes. "What's all this?" She yawned, tickling toddlers' stomachs. The two kids giggled, leaning up to peck her cheek simultaneously. "Happy mother's day, mama." She smiled at them, pulling them into a tight hug. "Thank you babies, I love you." She said softly as she kissed the top of each of their heads.

Eddie came back into the room, a mug of coffee and a card in hand. "Happy mother's day, beautiful." He mumbled against her lips, making the little one's screech out in disgust. "Eww!" The couple laughed against each other's lips, making a scene of kissing each other deeply.

And I'll take the kids to school

Wave them goodbye

Eddie let a tear fall down his cheek as he watched his little one's walk into the big middle school for the first time, smiling sadly at how fast they're growing up. He waved them off, his cheek missing the goodbye kisses they used to give as they went on their way.

He pulled out of the school parking lot, crying softly on the way home. He sat at the dining room table until Y/n got home from the night shift, crying in her arms. They stood like that for a while until Eddie's alarm went off to pick up the kids from school. He sniffed, pulling back to look into the eyes of his wife, smiling at her beauty. "I love you." She whispered, beating him to it. Eddie chuckled softly. "I love you more." Y/n shook her head, running her fingers through his hair. "Not possible."

And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night

Y/n sat at her home desk, typing up some emails, pausing as she rubbed her temple, struggling to keep her eyes open. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes moving to her and Eddie's wedding picture. She smiled at the memory, playing with the ring on her finger. Eddie walked in quietly, wrapping his arms around her tired frame. "Come to bed." He whispered in her ear, his voice raspy from sleep. "I'll be there in a minute, get some rest." Y/n mumbled, her eyes still on the picture.

Eddie followed her gaze, smiling at the picture on her desk. He kissed her neck lightly, turning her face to look at him. "I love you." Y/n's eyes fluttered closed as Eddie's kisses trailed down her chest. "Now come to bed." Y/n let him guid her to their shared room, falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillows. Eddie smiled down at her, kissing her forehead and getting into bed next to her, rolling over to turn off the light.

When you looked over your shoulder

For a minute, I forget that I'm older

Her fingers were pruned from how long she had been washing the dishes, scrubbing away at the mess of the dinners they ate that week. Eddie sat at the dining room table, strumming away at his guitar, writing down on his notepad every time he found something he liked. Y/n smiled at his soft humming, listening to the lyrics he added every so often.

"For a minute I forget that I'm older." He sang quietly, stopping to write it down. Y/n hummed a small tune, continuing washing the dishes as Eddie played the very same tune moments later. "Thanks, darling." Y/n looked back at him over her shoulder, the smile lines by her eyes prominent as she admired him. Eddie looked up at the feeling of her eyes, making funny faces at her to hear her laugh.

Y/n stepped away from the sink, turning it off before stopping in front of Eddie. She looked down at him, playing with his partially graying hair, staring lovingly into his eyes. "I love you." She sighed out, kissing the tip of his nose. Eddie smiled brighter, kissing her stomach, eyes looking up into Y/n's.

I wanna dance with you right now

Eddie hummed softly, taking Y/n's hand from her desk. Y/n looked up at him, slightly confused as he started dancing as she had done when they first met. Y/n laughed, standing with him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I wanna dance with you right now." He sang quietly before humming once again.

Y/n smiled against his shoulder, rocking gently. "I love you." She whispered. Eddie smiled. "I love you more." Y/n pulled back, biting his nose softly. "Not possible.

Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever

And I swear that everyday you'll get better

You make me feel this way somehow

Y/n turned around, clasping her necklace before patting down her dress. "How does this look?" She asked Eddie as he sat with his back against the headboard, tapping his pen against his notepad. "You look as beautiful as ever." He said as he stared at her in awe, writing down the words after a moment. Y/n kissed him on the cheek, laughing as he hid the paper from her view.

"Wish me luck." Eddie shook his head. "You won't need it, you're already the luckiest person in the world." He rolled his eyes, playfully gesturing to himself. Y/n chuckled, putting on her shoes before heading out.

I'm so in love with you

And I hope you know

Eddie read the words back over and over, smiling at the accuracy. He hummed the tune, strumming away at his guitar. With Y/n out he could finally practice the song he'd been working on for months, just past halfway done by now.

He looked at the clock on the wall after what felt like a few minutes, only to find that it'd been at least three hours. Seconds later the door opened and Y/n walked through. Her feet were sore from dancing and the lazy smile on her face suggested she had a few drinks. Eddie chuckled, standing up to take her hands in his, guiding her to their bed to rest.

Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold

Eddie smiled as Y/n unwrapped her gift, their matching Christmas sweaters sparkling under the Christmas lights. Their kids came home for Christmas, sitting around the coffee table as well as their partners. Y/n gasped at the small ring inside, the diamond much larger than the one on her ring finger. She looked up at Eddie with wide eyes, tears forming in them when he got down on one knee, taking the ring in his hand.

"Last time I tried this, I never got to say the speech I had planned so I thought I'd do that now." He cleared his throat, taking his wife's hand in his free one.

"Y/n, you're smile brightens my day, twinkles like the stars. Your laugh makes my day, your cries break my heart. I love you more than the sun loves the moon, so will you please do me the honor of being my wife." Eddie looked up into her eyes with all the love in the universe, he paused for a moment. "Again."

The room echoed with laughter of the people inside as Y/n nodded through the tears, holding his face to bring him into a kiss. "That was the cheesiest shit ever." Y/n laughed as she wiped her tears, stopping Eddie as he tried to take off the old ring, instead putting the new ring on her right hand.

We've come so far, my dear

Look how we've grown

And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

Eddie kissed Y/n's shoulder, listening to the soft snores she emitted as she slept. The room felt peaceful, Eddie felt calmed. He hummed the song from where he left off, picking up the notepad from the bedside table to write down the notes.

"I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old." He whispered as he wrote it, stopping once he heard movement from beside him, quickly closing the book to kiss his wife good morning.

Just say you won't let go

Just say you won't let go

Y/n threw her shoes at Eddie as he walked into the room, his heart laced with guilt. He cried silent tears as he watched the love of his life sob in their shared bed. "I'm sorry." He whispered, kneeling next to ber on the bed. "I'm so sorry, my love." His voice cracked as he held her head in his hands, he kissed her forehead, hugging her tight. "I-" He started, stopping as he realized he had no excuse.

He instead sat beside his wife, crying as she curled up i to him. She sobbed softly into his neck, shaking her head. "Why?" He shook his head, running his fingers through her hair. "I don't know." He whispered.

"Do you love me?" Y/n's voice was small, her eyes looking everywhere but him. He held her face, looking into her eyes. "Of course I love you. You are the only person I will ever love, I swear. I am so sorry I ever did that to you. And I will spend the rest of my life hating myself for it. For hurting you."

Y/n looked down. She turned around, facing away from Eddie. "I don't hate you," She started, tears falling again, "I just need time to think." Eddie nodded, moving to stand. "Lay with me?" Eddie smiled sadly, laying back down, wrapping his arms around her. "Of course, my love." He kissed the shell of her ear, whispering softly. "I love you so, so much."

I wanna live with you

Even when we're ghosts

Eddie drove to the supermarket, buying a bouquet of Y/n's favorite flower, walking down the street with them in hand. He walked past an old couple, holding hands and sitting in the park, smiling at them as he realized that's what he wanted with Y/n.

He walked faster, running into the house, picking Y/n up and taking her to the couch to pepper kisses all over her face. She laughed as she pushed at his chest, smiling up at him. Eddie lifted the bouquet in between them, hiding his smile behind them. "What's this?" She took it in her hand, getting her arm pushed back against the cushion as he kissed her neck. "For you."

He kissed her lips, soft and slow, smiling against her lips. "I love you."

'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

Eddie whined, coughing into his elbow. The ice pack on his head was no longer cold. The thermometer on the table reading 105°. Y/n sighed, switching the ice pack as she sat next to him, a bowl of soup in hand. "Alright, c'mon. It'll make you feel better." Eddie pushed it away, careful not to spill any. Y/n rolled her eyes. "I already had to deal with two kids, I'm done with that. If you don't want to get better, that's your choice.

Eddie grumbled, taking the bowl, lifting the spool to blow on it before taking a sip. He hummed in delight, eating the rest in minutes. He turned to Y/n, pulling the best puppy-dog eyes he could manage, Y/n rolling her eyes and laying his head on her chest. "I'm gonna get sick you know." Eddie hummed contently, hugging her tighter. Y/n kissed his hair, laying back against the couch.

I'm gonna love you 'til

My lungs give out

Eddie huffed, bending over with his hands on his knees as he tries to regain his breath. The family went to the local park and the little ones wanted to play tag–which for some reason included Eddie. He shook his head, standing up once again. "No more, I'm out." The kids whined and groaned as Eddie walked away, sitting next to Y/n at the picnic tables.

"You're getting too old for that." Y/n smirked as she took a sip from her glass. Eddie placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "I feel betrayed." He turned away from her, crossing his arms like a toddler. "Oh c'mon, you big baby." Y/n rolled her eyes, nudging Eddie with her shoulder. "It means we can spend more time together." She interlocked their fingers, resting her head on his shoulder, looking out at the family she and the man next to her built.

I promise 'til death we part like in our vows

So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows

That it's just you and me 'til we're grey and old

Eddie and Y/n sat on the couch, cuddled up together as a movie played. He looked down at the woman he loved with everything in him, a soft smile on his face. He kissed her cheek, holding her tighter to him.

Just say you won't let go

Just say you won't let go

Just say you won't let go

Oh, just say you won't let go

Eddie finished, setting his guitar down, a small blush covering his cheeks. He looked down at the floor, too nervous to loom up into her eyes. Y/n smiled like she smiled when they first got engaged, like their wedding day, like when their children took their first steps, like when those same children graduated high school. She looked at him with complete and utter love in her eyes, and behind it all, pride. Pride for the man she had loved for all those years, and the many years to come.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

— # ❝ BRAIN OVER HEART❞ | X.DJ

PAIRINGS — ravenclaw!xiaojun x hufflepuff!reader

GENRE — small amount of fluff, angst

WARNINGS — toxic relationship at times, foul language

WC — 6k

masterlist.

authors note- this is purely fiction is not to be taken seriously

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Xiaojun didn’t know where he went wrong. He thought he had been so logical about everything. 

"When did you stop loving me?" He asked you. 

You looked at him in disbelief and scoffed under your breath. “This is stupid. Let us out you guys.” You banged on the door in the kitchen door. 

“They aren’t going to let us out ___. There is a reason they took our wands too. They want us to work this out. So I ask again, when did you stop loving me?” 

“Unbelievable. I didn’t stop loving you first. You started the demise of our relationship.” 

“I didn’t do anything!” 

“Really? ‘Hendery she has been clingy. She can’t ever leave me the fuck alone. She makes it easy to hate her.’ You said those things about me someone you claim to still love.” 

“I was just frustrated. I had been stressed with exams and studying.” 

“It started long before that. Think about it.” You turned your back to him walking away. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. All he could think about was where everything started. 

The potions class this year was specializing in medicinal cures. 

You felt a little nervous. This is what you wanted to specialize in. You still felt bubbles in your stomach. 

“Stop jittering around ___ everything will be fine. This is like your playground. You know the ins and outs here.” Hendery clapped your shoulder. “You are guaranteed an A.” 

“It’s not about the A Hendery.” You grumbled looking down at your stupid dress shoes. God, you could feel the sore growing on your heel. How were you about to stand for these lab periods in these? “Why are you even taking this course? It’s not a part of your curriculum.”

“Professor is giving extra credit to be the test dummy for whatever concoctions the class comes up with. If I die keep my stuff out of Jungwoo’s hands. Jaehyun can have whatever he wants.” 

“I doubt Professor would let you die.” He gave you a look. “He wouldn’t let you die on the spot he would try and revive you. Besides you’re great in herbology.” 

“Of course, he is good at herbology it’s his specialty.” Yangyang slung his arms around Hendery and your shoulders mocking a blunt motion to his lips. 

You shook off his hand laughing it off. 

“You know what I don’t get Yang, why he and ___ wouldn’t join forces. Her baked goods and his love for medicinal cures.” Haechan came to Yangyang’s side. 

“What Professor fucked up and put the two Slytherin Devils in the same class?” Hendery asked. 

“Mr. Wong that is the first and last time I want to hear that language in my class.” Mr. Lee scolded Hendery. 

He had a small satchel in his hands. “One person pulls out a piece of paper it will contain a potion on it it will match with someone else in the class you will then proceed to make that potion with your partner.” 

The bag went around the group, you lean over to whisper into Hendery’s ear. “What did you get?” 

“Cure for boils.” He smirked at his easy assignment, “You?” 

“Pepperup potion. I think the bag was spelled you got an easy potion.”

“You’re just jealous because I’m going to get an A for the day.” 

“Now that everyone has their paper. Read your partner's name on the back of it.” 

You flipped yours over. Xiaojun. You knew of him he was friendly with Hendery. They both played quidditch and Hendery was half of the school's weed dealer. 

You walked over to him sitting at the front of the classroom, to fully introduce yourself. 

“Hi, Xiaojun. I don’t know if you remember me but I’m friends with Hendery.” 

He didn’t look up from his notebook only saying a quick mmm. “Do you mind getting the ingredients for the pepperup potion? Bacon, mandrake root-” 

“Don’t worry Xiaojun I know what we need.” You gave him a thumbs up. You went to the cupboard pulling what you needed. 

“___ how much do we need for the potion?” Hendery asked tapping your shoulder at the desk behind you. 

“Hendery she isn’t your partner.” 

“Yeah, but she has done this a 1,000 times. Have you seen my partner?” He questioned Xiaojun as he pointed to Yangyang.

“Screw you Hendery. I’m a pure genius.” 

“Yangyang, you are an evil genius. You are going to be the reason the school will go up in flames, again.” Hendery explained. 

“When you guys get boils, we are not helping you,” Xiaojun explained pulling your robes to face your desk. 

It took a lot of energy in you not to laugh at his actions. 

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Things with Xiaojun never progressed passed as much as desk mates. That was until he came in a little frazzled. 

“Xiaojun are you ok?” 

“Uh yeah. Well, no. I stayed up all night reading this book about dragons because they are really cool. I didn’t realize that I blew off my charms essay that is due tomorrow morning. So when I get back to my room I have to only work on that in order to get it done. I don’t even have an outline.” He explained. 

“If you want I can be the boss today and you can be my little assistant. All you have to do is get me the things I need and you can focus on an outline for your essay.” 

“Really? Thanks.” He smiled at you getting up from his desk and getting the ingredients for the potion. 

You did your job making the potion. You left your bag next to Xiaojun. Xiaojun focused on the other work he reached into what he thought was his bag, he pulled out your snack for later. 

“Xiaojun I can’t tell if is this 16ml, the meniscus doesn’t look right. Did you eat those?” 

“Yeah. They’re my snack, just some cinnamon pretzels. I got them from the dining hall.” He said not looking up from his notebook. 

You had made cookies that would increase your focusing skill for your test this afternoon. They were cinnamon flavored you could see how he could maybe get them confused. 

“How many have you eaten?”

He looked at the cylinder not looking at you, “Looks like 16 ml to me. I had about 4.” He smiled at you. 

It was like he was giving you puppy dog eyes, you felt bad for telling him. “Xiaojun, you ate my cookies.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine. But I think it’s only fair I have some of your pretzels.” 

Xiaojun pulled a small satchel of his snack opening it for you. 

“Thanks.” 

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It was lunch and all you had left of the cinnamon cookies were enough for you. Jaemin was not going to like that. You took your portion for your transfiguration test. 

Jaemin slid next to you going into your cloth bag. 

“Hey, where are my damn focus cookies? We have a transfiguration test. I suck at multiple choice.” 

“Xiaojun accidentally ate some during class. He didn’t mean to. And they are called cinnamon delights. I got in trouble last year because you wouldn’t shut up about my baked goods.” 

“____ I can’t fail this test. If I do I’m screwed.” Jaemin whined. 

“Maybe if you actually studied you wouldn’t have to hit up ___ for her little helpers,” Jisung told him. 

Jaemin threw his hands up in the air, “I didn’t show you the ropes around here just for you to be rude.” Jaemin slapped the back of his head.

“Instead of ragging on ____ and moping maybe go ask Taeyong to give you a tutoring session. His specialty is transfiguration.” Shotaro told him. 

“The sass everyone is giving me.” Jaemin pushed his stew around. 

___ leaned over grabbing a piece of bread to dip in her food she dropped it when Renjun came over, shouting her name. “___! ____!” 

“What is with him?” Hendery asked. 

You shrugged in return picking the bread piece back up and dipping it in the lamb stew. 

Renjun came over in a huff to the table, Jaemin held his arm up to stop him. 

“State your purpose smarty-pants.” 

“What have you done to Xiaojun? He just wrote an entire essay in an hour and a half.” He told the table checking his watch. 

You dropped your bread in the stew looking down at it. 

“Not that I’m not happy about it, he has a hard time not procrastinating all his homework when we reach the middle of the year. Right now he has a thing for dragons.” 

“He accidentally ate my cookies. Which were meant for Jaemin and me for transfiguration test.” 

“Now I don’t have any cookies and I’m going to fail my test.” 

Shotaro and Jisung sighed. 

Jisung pointed down the table, “Taeyong is at the end of the table. Just show him the material you were going to read after having the cookies he will simplify it for you. You will do well enough on the test so you won’t be benched for the next quidditch game. He’s the captain he wouldn’t want you benched.” 

“Fine.” Jaemin went to the end of the table to the captain of his quidditch team. 

“He ate one of your baked goods and made him write an essay just like that?” Renjun snapped his fingers. 

“You have never heard of ___ magic baked goods?” Hendery asked. “Self-esteem snickerdoodle cookies. Cinnamon cookies like Adderall. Brownies with family memories baked into them.” Hendery explained. 

“How do you make Adderall cookies?” 

“I stumbled upon a recipe. I tested it on myself first and it worked. I only make them when I have a big test. Jaemin begs me to make them for him. I only do it because we are having a winning season for quidditch.”

“Wait does the Hufflepuff quidditch team cheat?” 

“No! Never. It's for his stupid tests. It onlt helps him focus while studying. My pastries and more are used simply for healing the body and helping in school. I hardly ever make these cinnamon cookies. I just make them the same flavor as the snickerdoodle's because it levels out of the bitterness of…” You looked around the table and Hendery was laughing at you. “You guys don’t care about that, do you? It was a mistake on his part just don’t tell him that he drugged himself.” 

“It was purely an accident, Renjun,” Hendery told him. “Plus Xiaojun can be a bit paranoid when he is a little, y’know.” He whistled and pointed up to the ceiling. Renjun wasn’t fully understanding it, “When he’s high, Jesus Christ you Ravenclaws have to be told everything it can never be any innuendos. Also, ___ over here has a hard time making friends as it is.” Hendery loudly whispered behind his hand. 

You kicked his leg. “People love me.” 

“Before you insert yourself in their lives.” 

“And people only like you for your green thumb.” You argued back. 

“Ok Bobbsey Twins, I won’t tell him. If he starts to wonder how he was able to do it I will direct him to you ___.” Renjun told you.

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This is when you started making snacks for Xiaojun. After helping out on that one day he became more open with you. 

He had told you that he hadn’t been able to sleep since Doyoung started doing late-night quidditch drills. Bam! You found yourself in the kitchen making your insomnia walnut cookies that make you pass out immediately. He told you he had a speech coming up in his advanced history of magic classes that had his stomach in knots. You had a satchel of courage blueberry muffins waiting for him. 

It went on for months. You never thought you would never work so much in a kitchen, especially for some guy. It wasn’t like he knew. You didn’t exactly give them to him in person. You often made your baked goods for him wrapped them in a cloth bag and left them for him in his dormitories. 

It was Christmas in the Hogwarts school however your parents suggested you stay at the school this holiday season. It was cheaper for them, they sent packages of some of your gifts with little notes they were waiting under the tree in the common room of the Hufflepuff dorms. 

You were sitting in the dining hall with a plate of your fresh baked brownies. You couldn’t see your parents, so having brownies with your family memories baked right into them. Hendery also left you his favorite brownies. You had also made your mother’s Christmas cookies.

There are very few people staying this Christmas at Hogwarts. Most were people studying for their OWLs. You were reading a book and eating when someone slid into the bench across from you. 

“What are you reading?” 

You looked up to see Xiaojun smiling reaching over to the plate of treats. You smacked his hand he made a face. You answered him. “It is a muggle book, it is about predatory birds.” 

“Why?” He asked offended. 

“The bird diagrams are fun to look at when I’m high. It is an easy read too.” 

He shook his head, “No why did you smack my hand? You always share your snacks with me.” 

“These are special to me. Hendery made me brownies with his special blend. Then you have my mom's Christmas cookies.”

“What about these brownies with the marshmallows in them? That is not Hendery.”

“They are my special brownies.”

To this Xiaojun was interested he grabbed one quickly eating it. 

“Xiaojun why did you do that?” 

Xiaojun felt his chest feel a little bit warm like he did when he was a child waking up on Christmas morning and running downstairs to rip open his presents. He could smell hot chocolate and the same Christmas cookies sitting on the platter. Which was impossible he never had the cookies and his mother never let him have hot chocolate. 

“I feel a little funky.” 

“I told you not to touch them. Here take one of Hendery’s brownies it will even you out because they aren’t your memories.” 

“What did you put in those?” He asked. 

You sighed, “I couldn’t go home for Christmas this year, I baked my Christmas memories into them.” 

“Like a pensieve?” You looked at him confused. “The memory pool that is in the headmaster’s office.” 

“No. You write a memory on a piece of parchment burn it under the flame of a memory stealing potion and pour it into the brownie batter. Taste like home then.” 

“That is pretty inventive. How did you come up with that?” 

“This isn’t the first Christmas I spent alone.”

He smiled a little with a curious look in his eyes, “Can you teach me how to make it?” 

This was the first time someone was genuinely interested in how you made your baked goods. 

“Sure. How do you feel about breaking and entering?” 

You were waiting in the Hogwarts kitchen for Xiaojun to come back from Professor Lee’s classroom closet where he kept ingredients for potions class. 

He came inside using his sweater as a little basket of the ingredients that were needed. 

You gave him clear instructions on how to make the memory-stealing potion. It was an advanced potion and wasn’t in the Hogwarts curriculum. 

“Why are you here this Christmas?” You asked. 

“My parents went on a trip for just them. They said they would come to visit after the holidays. It was a way to punish me because of what I want to do with my life.” 

“Which is?” You asked cracking eggs into the batter. 

“Dragonologist. Always have found them interesting since I was a child they prefer for me to work in the Ministry of Magic.” 

“Don’t listen to them. Parents can be difficult especially when comes to our life choices. My parents aren’t thrilled when I told them I wanted to be a healer.”

“Why do you know how to make this potion? If you are planning to into the medical route you wouldn’t need to know this. It is hardly used for medical purposes.” He asked. 

You were stirring the brownie batter homemade recipe, you weren’t sharing that with Xiaojun. You stopped turning towards him. “Technically it is a memory stealing potion, but given what it actually does when I make it replicates the memory. Gives someone a chance to relive it. So if someone was a witness or a victim of something it gives a chance for the proper authorities to find the perpetrator. At the same time sometimes people don’t want to remember so giving them an option to forget I would give it to them. Poof memory is gone.” You told to him. 

He didn’t have an answer for you just simply nodded his head. 

“The potion is done you should write the memory down and burn it under the flame.” 

He already had the parchment written out burning it under the flame. “So you aren’t going to tell me why you keep leaving pastries and such in my dormitories.” 

Your eyes went wide and your ears started to get warm along with your neck. 

“___ your perfume is all over the satchels and they just have a special taste to them. I ate them. The muffins were really good, they helped when I needed to make that speech. Also, Hendery told me.” 

“Hendery! God damn it.” You whined. You were never telling him anything again. “Are you mad at me?”

“No. You were just trying to help. I can’t be mad at you not when you were doing it from a good place. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Most people are put off by this.” You gesture to the potion-making setup. “When I offer the help they more than often stop talking to me altogether. I really like you and I didn’t want to stop being friends on a slight chance you wouldn’t like me budding in on business I’m not supposed to be involved in.” 

Xiaojun moved behind you, almost hovering over you wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you for involving yourself, I would be so fucked if it weren’t for you. My parents would absolutely kill me.” 

You turned your head towards him smiling a little. 

He whispered into your ear, “You want to know what memory I wrote on the paper?”

“Sure.” 

“I put the day I kissed you.” 

“But we haven’t-” Xiaojun cut you off kissing you. 

When the kiss broke you held your breath a little nervous, unsure of what to say. 

Xiaojun took notice of your body language freaking out on the inside. “Sorry, I thought that you know that you liked me.”

“I do Xiaojun! I do! It’s just…you make me nervous like all the time but like a good kind. It’s not butterflies flying around, it’s just it can be overwhelming.” 

Xiaojun was silent, he was processing your assessment on the shared interest between you two. “Overwhelming? That is a strange way to put it.” 

“You made me feel nervous in a good way Xiaojun. I find it hard not to show how I feel when I’m near you. Like I have to recite the seven main supplies in potion making so I don’t break out in hives and my ears don’t get red. I grind my teeth so I don’t smile so much. It was so bad to the point Jaemin made me wear this stupid bracelet that was cursed that every time I thought about you it gets tighter on my wrist. See look right now I think it's cutting off my circulation.” You showed him your wrist.

His eyes started to bulge out of his head he grabbed your wrist and opened a drawer in the kitchen looking for a knife to cut off this stupid bracelet. He slipped the small bread knife cutting the twisted rope off of you.

“Don’t wear something like that again. That is very dangerous. Jaemin is a good friend but only a truly dark and twisted mind could come up with this.” He examined the remains of a friendship bracelet. 

“It seemed like the only way for me to get you out of my head.” 

“That’s another thing, you don’t need to do that anymore. Tomorrow afternoon I’m taking you to Hogsmead and we are going to spend the day together.”

“Tomorrow is Christmas Day, nothing will be open.”

“We can pack a lunch and we can spend the day in the snow,” Xioajun said his arms coming around your waist he said looking down at you, eyes flicking from your eye line and lips. 

“Xiaojun if you want to kiss me again all you have to do is ask.” 

“___ ____ can I kiss you again?” 

“Hmm.” You pretended to think. Xiaojun began to tickle your sides causing you to laugh. “Yes! I yield you can kiss me again.” 

This time the kiss wasn’t rushed he took his time with the kiss trying to taste your chapstick. Trying to hold you a little bit tighter. When he pulled away he licked his lips smirking down at you. 

“So you have been eating the brownie batter and you are using holiday chapstick.” 

“Yes. But which flavor is it?” You challenged. 

“Peppermint. Definitely.” He said vehemently. 

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Xiaojun hissed in pain inside sitting on the floor of the kitchen. He began scratching at his wrist. 

“Are you wearing one of those stupid bracelets?” You asked looking down at him. 

Xiaojun sighed, “Do you know how often I think about you?”

“No. And I don’t care to know Jun.” 

“Every day. Do you how hard it is not getting to be with you every day?”

You slammed your hand on the wall again. “Yeah, Xiaojun I do! You don’t have to be the victim all the time.” You yelled at him. 

“___ I wasn’t trying to be the victim.” 

“You refuse to acknowledge your part in our breakup.” 

“Because I don’t know what I did!” 

You opened the fridge in the kitchen and picked up brownies in the back. You were able to keep them there over the years by developing a relationship with the women that cooked food for the school here. 

You had made memory brownies with the memory of the day Xiaojun stopped trying and was clearly blowing you off.

“Eat it. Remember.” You told him coldly. 

Xiaojun took a bite of the brownie. 

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It started out like any other day at the beginning of the semester for you. You had your final classes that would lead to your job in the wizarding world. 

Xiaojun had gone away for the weekend, his parents requested to see him. You hadn’t seen it since Friday afternoon. 

You had made him some blueberry muffins. Nothing magical about them but he really liked them. 

When you walked into the great hall you saw him sitting at the table writing in his notebooks. 

You had noticed that his parents made him get a haircut and change his hair color back to his natural black look even forgiving him to wear his glasses. 

You sat across from him, he hadn’t noticed your presence. You lightly tapped his open notebook. He looked up at you you noticed he had strong bags under his eyes. 

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? It looks like you haven’t been sleeping and you are writing so hard into the book you are tearing through the pages.” 

“It was a long weekend ___. You know my parents.” 

You nodded. You had to meet Xiaojun’s parents on many occasions and it was clear as the day they were not fond of you. You could get over it though as long as Xiaojun cared for you that’s what mattered. 

“Well, I brought you your favorite muffins to take your mind off that.” You put the satchel in front of him. 

He didn’t crack a smile like he normally did. 

You felt a little uncomfortable but you decided to ignore it. “So what are you working on?” 

“Account information for my father’s business.” 

“I thought you had no interest in bookkeeping for the ministry.” 

“Yeah, sometimes my interest don’t aline with my parents.” He looked up from his book looking directly at you. Maybe that should have been your first clue. 

“___ you should probably go to class. Go.” 

“Ok. See you tonight?” 

“Yeah…maybe.” It was like your date wasn’t even on his mind.

It had been a week since that. Xiaojun had barely talked to you all week and when you came up to him he didn’t even look at you. 

You brushed this off, maybe this time seeing his parents in his final year they had been more brutal than they were in the past. 

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Now it was two months, every time you were near him he was cold. Every time you talked to him he gave short, one-word responses. He stopped coming to you with anything he was having trouble with. When you asked him about his interest he said he didn’t have time for that. He stopped saying I love you. 

It was like you weren’t even a couple anymore. You now spent your weekends finishing your homework given on Fridays. Then spend your time reading by the fire. You didn’t want to risk making Xiaojun mad. 

You were sitting in the common room flipping through a book not even reading the words on the pages.

Hendery sat down next to you pulling the book out of your hand. 

“You ok?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why are you asking?” You asked. 

“This is like the 15th weekend in a row I have seen you either sitting on this couch reading or doing homework or in the kitchen baking. You haven’t been with Xiaojun recently even during the week, he never sits with us nor do you sneak off with him. Have you guys broken up?” 

“No!” You yelled. Hendery rubbed your arm to calm you down as people started to look at you. “I-I don’t know.” You felt your eyes start to fill with tears. 

“Ok. Let’s go in the kitchen I have something to tell you.”

You looked at him confused but at the same time, your stomach twisted. 

You followed after him, he locked the door. “Listen I had been worried about you and Xiaojun. He has been rather cold to everyone and towards you especially. I knew it would take weeks of poking and pissing him off to get the truth out of him.”

“Because you can’t keep your nose out of other people's business.”

“Pot calling the kettle black.” He retorted. “So I might have stolen your truth sprinkles and added them to this cake recipe. I put it on his plate and he ate it at dinner. And I asked and he said…”

“Hendery what did he say?” You asked chewing off your cuticles.  

“Xiaojun told me you are being clingy. That you are sophisticating him, that if he breathes you are right there. His changing makes you cling to him more. That you never leave him the fuck alone and you make it so easy to hate you.” Hendery couldn’t even look at you. It broke his heart that Xiaojun could say those things about you. 

You couldn’t breathe, you could now only hear a high-pitched ringing in your ears. Your entire life was falling apart. All the plans you Xiaojun made after graduation was nothing. A small place to live together going back and forth to work. Getting married later in life. Having future wizards and witches. 

“___ are you okay?” Hendery asked stupidly holding your arms. You collapsed into his chest crying. “Ok. Let’s go upstairs. We can talk in the morning.” 

Hendery walked you to your dorm placing you on the bed. “If you need anything just come and get me.” He told you. “If not see you in the morning.” 

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Except when Hendery went to go see you in the morning you had already left to go to the library. That is where Xiaojun went on Sunday mornings. 

He was in the back of the library where it was always quiet and you didn’t want to start a fight.

You sat across from him placing the necklace he got you for your birthday in front of him. 

He hadn’t looked from his books. Again not knowing you were there. 

“Xiaojun.” 

“___ how long have you been here?” He asked looking a little shocked. He pushed his glasses up his face. 

“Don’t worry I won’t be here long. I just wanted to give this back.” You pointed to the necklace. 

He picked it up knowing exactly what it was and he was confused. “I don’t understand.” 

“Xiaojun I don’t think we should be together anymore. It hasn’t been working for some time. We go our separate ways. We are graduating soon our adult lives are going to be starting. You are obviously going to work with your dad at the ministry and I have a job lined up as a healer not far from here.” You got up from the table walking away. 

“___ wait-”

“Xiaojun I don’t want to be a burden to you. If you want to continue our relationship I have one question if you answer it correctly then we can work it out. When was the last time you said you loved me and meant it?” You asked. 

He began to think and exhaled loudly because he couldn’t even remember the last time he said I love you to you. 

“That is what I thought. See you around.” 

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“I didn’t want to give up on us.” He told you. 

“Please. You stopped trying that is the definition of giving up. You didn’t just give up on us you gave up on yourself. You fell under your parent's pressure, you stopped pursuing your dreams. What happened to being a Dragonologist?” 

“Ok, so they gave me a reality check. The life we had discussed wasn’t ever going to work. We were living in a fantasy world.” 

“You being constantly cold and unloving was you giving me a reality check? News flash Xiaojun I have my life figured out with and without you in it. And if you came to me I could have helped you. But instead of talking to me or having the balls to just break it off with me you strung me along and hurt me over and over again. I saved myself from more pain.” You told him. 

“Because Hendery poisoned me with those damn truth sprinkles and told you what I said. I was stressed and being over dramatic.” 

“You still said it though. Apart of you believed it enough to say it.” 

“Fine, I meant it. Is that what you want to hear? I meant it. You can be clingy and there was never a day we weren’t together. And my parents pointed out we couldn’t keep going on like that.” 

You scoffed smirking, “Your parents? You let them get in your head about our relationship too?”

“They aren’t in my head.”

“They have always been in your head Xiaojun. And I tried. I really tried to help you, you don’t always need to follow and listen to every little word they tell you. You can’t be an independent person if you have someone telling you over and over what to do and not to do with your life.” 

“Not everyone's parents support every decision they make ___!” It was silent for a second after he said that. “Sorry.” 

“No, you are right about that.” It was quiet again. “You used to like us being together all the time. We would just sit together and read and hold hands.” 

“I changed. Clearly, you’ve changed too.”

“What does that mean?” 

“I know Hendery has been taking you to all his quidditch things and you are hanging out with Mark.”

“Hendery didn’t like that I was spending all my time outside of classes in the dormitories. He said it was depressing. He thought taking me in a happy atmosphere would be better. He was right.” 

“And Mark? You guys dating?” 

“What? No. That is none of your business. And if I was dating him you think our friends would have us locked up right now trying to get us back together.” 

Xiaojun sighed. “Fair point. So what they aren’t going to let us out unless we agree to date again?!” He yelled throughout the kitchen in hopes they would hear. 

“I don’t want to get back together with you. We can’t go back to what we were. You let this ‘reality check’ change the way you were thinking about your life and our relationship. I don’t want to be all in love one minute and you resent me the next for the rest of my life.” 

“I can’t let you go ___. I still love you.” 

“You are in love with the idea of me. What we were we can’t ever go back to that. You ruined that.” 

“I know.” 

You were both standing next to each other by the door hoping they were just on the outside just to let you out. 

“How much do you want to bet that Renjun spelled the door shut until we kissed or something?” Xiaojun laughed. 

“He would do that.” 

“I do want to kiss you one last time. I haven’t kissed you since New Year and I…I didn’t want to kiss you then but I knew I had to.” 

“Great.” You turned your head to the door. “Hendery I know you’re out there I can smell your brownies. How do we get out?” As if on cue a piece of parchment appears in front of you. “Kiss. Unbelievable. Can’t say you aren’t a genius. One kiss and we are out of here.” 

Xiaojun stepped a little closer to you, you had your eyes shut you didn’t even want to look at him. Xiaojun brushed your hair away from your face caressing it one last time with his thumb. 

“Kiss me already Jun I want out of here.” 

He kissed your lips gracefully, for the last time you were his but he wasn’t yours anymore. You didn’t touch him and didn’t put any effort into the kiss. 

The door mechanism unlocking sound made you step away from Xiaojun. You reached for the door. Xiaojun stopped you grabbing your hand gently. 

“I never wanted to hurt you. That’s what I was afraid of.” 

“I know Xiaojun. But you did, you aren’t blameless and neither am I.” You pulled away walking out of the kitchen you brushed passed your friends refusing to look at them. 

“So that didn’t work,” Renjun said. 

“Give me my damn wand back. You are all in trouble and getting high when you locked us in there.” 

Jaemin held his hands up in defense, “Hendery was the only one getting high. He does it when he is uncomfortable or anxious, or when he is bored. When aren’t you high?” 

“I felt guilty. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have done any of this.” Hendery whined. 

“Hendery what you did was inevitable. I lost her a long time ago. No, I don’t blame you. What you guys did come from a good place but we’ll never be the same. It is time we both move on.” Xiaojun left the kitchen outside of the Hufflepuff dormitories bumping into Mark. 

“Hey, Xiaojun!” He said excitedly. 

“Mark? You know this isn’t the Gryffindor dorms.

“Yeah, I do. ____ said she would help me with some of our lab homework and I made these lemon bars. I wanted to get her opinion on them.” Mark laughed a little nervous. 

“Cool. Just Mark…take care of her. Even if you are just friends.” He patted Marks's shoulder walking to his dorms again smiling to himself content with himself and his relationship with you.

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You're just like me (Part Three)

Eddie Munson x female!reader

Warnings: ANGST, fluff ending, eddie starts to believe everyone, Jason is a jerk, upset reader, eddie and Jason get into a fight, I don't hate Jason but in the story he is a jerk, reader gets called a slut and whore

Summary: Days following your family finding out about your relationship, everything seems like it's okay but when Jason finds out. He makes sure that Eddie knows exactly what he thinks about it and the only question is, will Eddie ignore him or will he start to think that they were right?

Request made by: @my-life-in-quotes

Living with Eddie made you feel free and you wanted to feel like this everyday. It felt good that you didn't have to hide being with Eddie. Things have been the best between the two of you, sharing happy memories and it leaves Eddie wondering how he ended up getting with such a perfect person.

"Eddie, I have to go to town and I'll be back." You say before kissing his lips.

Eddie whines when you pull away and leave. He sits there, listening to some song, thinking about how lucky he was. He found his angel. His saving grace. He sits there for a while longer before going outside to work on his van.

Word gets carried around faster than the rain and everyone in the town knew that the sweet little pastor's sister was dating the town's freak. Word gets to Jason, and he is pissed. He had warned you about Eddie but you didn't listen. You did what you wanted, when you wanted. And you wanted Eddie.

Jason gets in his car and drives to the trailer park that Eddie lives in and speeds into his driveway. Eddie looks up from under the hood of his van, noticing the car in the driveway. It wasn't your car.

"Hey FREAK!" Jason yelled.

"Shit," Eddie hurried to the trailer but Jason saw him already.

"Heard you were dating my cousin. You know, I don't like that. In fact, I bet she is just using you to get a taste of rebellion from her brother," Jason egged on.

"You don't know what you're talking about asshole," Eddie shakes his head.

"I don't? Who knows her best? Me or you?"

"Doesn't matter, we love each other and that's all that matters."

Jason scoffs.

"Love? Heard her say the same thing to one of my buddies a few months ago. She'll say anything to get into your pants cause she is a whore man," Eddie grabs Jason and slams him onto the side of the van.

"Watch your mouth."

"Or what? Going to cry to my slut of a cousin?" A fist collided with Jason's face.

"Sore topic huh?"

"Leave now."

"You can't satisfy her man. She'll be running to the next guy once she gets bored of you. Bored of the life you are giving her."

Another punch.

"I said enough."

"You will never be good enough Munson."

Another punch.

Jason laughs at Eddie and then lunges at him, taking him to the ground. Punch after punch lands to Eddie's face. He just takes it. He starts going numb. All he hears his how much he isn't good for you. He hears Jason tell him that he was just a freak and nothing more. He heard about how his father would be ashamed of Eddie if he was even around. How you could never love someone like him.

"You hear me?"

Eddie grunts.

"I said, never speak to her again. Never."

Eddie sees red. He grabs Jason by the throat and shoves him off. He pulls a knife from his pocket and places it against Jason's throat.

"Go ahead freak, kill me like you killed those kids for your devil worship."

He didn't kill anyone. Heavy breaths come from Eddie's lungs, seeing red, the knife presses further to Jason's skin. Almost piercing it. Eddie starts to choke Jason with one hand and the other held the knife close.

"Eddie?" A voice echoed.

"Eddie?" The voice echoed again.

Hands pulled at his shoulders and pulled him from Jason. Eddie had tears in his eyes and found the eyes of his uncle. Wayne pulled Eddie into the trailer and Jason drove away as fast as he could.

"Boy, I leave for a few days and find you trying to kill someone," Uncle Wayne sighed.

"Should have done it."

"And lose that girl?"

"I already am losing her Uncle."

"That's not true."

"But it is. I can't be enough for her. Her mother, her brother, this town and fucking Jason is right. I am bad for her. I am the devil worshipper and she is an angel."

"Do you love her Edward?"

"Of course I do."

"Then why does it matter what everyone else has to say?" Wayne asks.

"Because they are right."

"Tell me why," He demands.

"What?''

"Tell me why you don't deserve Y/n. Tell me why you can't be with her."

"I am me and she is her. She is perfect and I am just a mess. She deserves someone who can give her a good life, not a life with someone like me. She should be able to say I love you without worrying about if she means it," Eddie cried. Tears streamed down his face.

Wayne stands up and hugs Eddie. Breaking into sobs and cries, Eddie clings to his uncle. He hasn't been able to cry since his father felt and told him that he was ashamed to have Eddie as a son. Wayne held Eddie through his breakdown. His heart broke to hear how little his nephew thought he deserved love. He knew that you loved him deeper than the core of the Earth. He stood there and held him.

You pulled into the driveway and saw blood on the ground, running inside to see what was wrong. You find Eddie and Wayne holding each other and your heart breaks at the sight of Eddie's tear strained face.

"Baby?"

Eddie looks at you. Wayne goes to his room so he can give us some space.

"Hey."

"What happened to your face?" You ask, seeing his bruised face that was not like that before you left.

"Jason came to see me."

"Oh I am so sorry Eddie," You go to hug him but he pushes you away.

"Stay away," Eddie grunts.

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand! You never will. You live this great life and you throw it all away to be with me. Someone who can't give you a good life. Someone who everyone is ashamed to be around. Let alone love."

"Eddie-"

"Just go. You don't have to pretend anymore."

"Pretend what?" You were very confused.

"Stop pretending to love me!"

"Edward Munson, I love you with every fiber within my body and I will be damned to hear you say that again."

"Stop lying," He cries. Clearly in pain with his own mind.

"Eddie, I will never stop loving you. I'm not lying to you," You voice wavering from the tears in your eyes.

"You love me?"

"Of course I do Eddie. I love you. Is it so hard to believe that"

"I don't deserve to be loved. Not by you."

"Well, I hate to disappoint you but I believe that you deserve to be loved forever by me. I plan to love you everyday."

Eddie looks up at you with tears, your thumb coming up to wipe them away. He was so broken. So inscure about himself and believed he didn't deserve love. You hug his shaking frame and kiss his forehead.

"Eddie Munson, I love you and plan to never stop."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you," You repeat. You needed him to know it.

"I love you too."

"Then no one else matters. Only this, only us."

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

To the woman who has my heart:

A letter to the woman Eddie loves, read aloud to the people who despised him. Words he could not say outloud himself.

Warnings: r*pe, angst, grief, blood. A little bit of sadness.

18+ MINORS DNI

Grace Henderson stood up in front of the church, trembling with nervousness and grief. She also hadn't eaten much today, everything tasted like cardboard. She glanced down at the letter in her hands, the letter that Wayne had given to her moments before. He had found it amongst Eddie's things. Eddie, the reason they were all here today. Grace made the mistake of looking into the crowd. In the front row sat her brother and mother with Wayne Munson. She could still hear her brother's cries from both of the times that Eddie had died. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the memory from coming forward.

Fire. Blood. The pile of bodies that stood before him. The smell of it all mixed together and she could feel bile building up in her stomach. The blood dripping from his mouth. They had deserved it. He had had said. To be torn apart like they were nothing? Their bodies raped and beaten? This wasn't her Eddie. Not anymore. The jocks hadn't deserved that, despite the fact they had hunted Eddie and tried to hurt his friends. Eddie wouldn't do something like that. . .

"Please," Eddie begged. "You have to do it. You have to kill me. I can't hold him back any longer. The monster inside me. He's crawling to get out. He doesn't care who he kills."

Grace opened her mouth to sing, to sing the same song that pulled him forward earlier from the depths of his mind. Hey Jude. Though it wasn't metal, it had been his mother's favorite song. His earliest memory of his mother had been her playing it all of the time when it had been released and singing it to Eddie when he felt sick or hurt, or angry. It had been his favorite song too and it had been the one to save him, to bring him back to her however briefly. The vampire that had stolen Eddie's body took down Vecna but now they had to stop Kas and close the gates once and for all. It was time to end this. A hand dropped onto her shoulder and she looked up at Hopper.

"You don't have to do this, kid," Hopper said softly and she shook her head.

"No, it has to be me,"  Grace sobbed. "It has to be."

It wasn't because Kas had marked her as his own, the throbbing bite upon her neck proof of that. . .she had to do this for Eddie. Grace looked into Eddie frightened brown eyes, the only thing that stayed the same. He didn't want to look like this deformed monster anymore. He didn't want to hurt anyone, never did. She has to end this for him and for everyone else because what if it had been Dustin that Kas had killed? What if? Grace continued to sing, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, and plunged the flaming stake into his heart. It burned her hand as she did so. The light in Eddie's eyes went out and he collapsed into her arms, as Kas melted away from him. . .turning into dust as the sun began to rise. Grace held Eddie's still body and sobs wracked her own.

"Eddie," she whispered. "Wake up."

Grace opened her eyes and found everyone sitting in the pews waiting for her to talk.

"Eddie Munson. . . ," she paused, clearing her throat. "Was so much more than everyone in this town thought he was. He wasn't a murderer. How could he be? He could never hurt a fly. I know, I know. The metal head who played the Devil's game. . .he couldn't hurt a fly? No, he couldn't. Instead, he pulled lost sheep under his wing and protected them from the storm. He was a man who was afraid that the woman he. . .the woman he loved thought of him like everyone this town did. . .a freak. She never did. I wasn't sure what to say today so I will read this letter of Eddie's and say the words for him that he never could say."

To the woman who has my heart:

Gaahh! I feel so tongue tied and I am not even speaking. See? This is what you do to me, Henderson. You make me feel like utter shit. I want to throw up and laugh at the same fucking time. My heart wants to explode from my chest whenever you walk into a room. You became friends with me and I still don't understand why. You were a good girl with decent grades and a better chance at a future than I did. You also had a foul mouth which I loved that I knew and everyone else in this damned town didn't. When you graduated and I didn't, I thought for sure that it was it for us but you stayed in town and I was overjoyed. I shouldn't have been because you deserve better than me and this God awful town who can't stand anyone who's different.

I could never tell you how I feel face to face. Never. I suppose that makes me a coward. I am sitting here writing this and laughing. Wayne probably thinks I'm fucking nuts. You once told me that you thought I was the bravest man you had ever met because everyone in this cursed town was too afraid of standing out, of being different. You said that I was never afraid of dressing the way that I want to, of listening to the music that I love, and saying whatever the hell I want to. Tell me, this, my Gracie girl, how come I can't tell you how I feel?

I think it's because I am afraid. Not because you might not feel the same way or because you might think that I am what everyone says that I am. It's because I know that you don't. I look into those wide gorgeous eyes of yours and know that you absolutely adore me for whatever reason. I know because everything I do makes you laugh, I mean like side splitting laugh and I know that I am not that funny. Oh my God, that snort of yours. . .that's so fucking adorable. I can't get enough of it.

I know that when you touch me you feel for me more than anyone else because I know that you don't do that for others. That time I heard Hey Jude come on the radio and you held me in your arms as I cried? I never wanted you to let me go. I told you about my mom that night. I think that I know now why I am so afraid. I think I am afraid of being loved so completely like my mom did, like my Uncle. . . I mean, how could anyone love me like you guys do. . .a broken freak who lives in a fantasy game. . .who can't seem to stay still for more than a minute? I mean, I am batshit crazy and the possibility that Grace Henderson might love me.  .  .impossible. I don't want to run anymore, my sweet Gracie girl. I think I will tell you over Spring Break with this letter and your favorite flowers. As long it's up to you, I hope that we spend every single day of Spring Break together. Until then. . .

Forever yours,

Edward Munson

Eddie Henderson

Eddie Munson

P.S: How is it possible that someone so lovely is related to a butthead like Dustin Henderson? Of course, I'm talking about your mother.

P.S OF P.S: Just kidding, all of the Hendersons are lovely people and I would be honored if I could join the family.

Grace looked up at crowd after folding up and placing the letter smoothly in her pocket.

"How is it possible that a man like that is even considered a murderer? He wanted nothing more than to be understood, to be loved as he is. . . and to live in the town where his mother did. . .to be loved by the people who once loved her. They couldn't see beyond who his father had been or the clothes that he wore. He was a man who loved, to be loved, and he loved more than anyone ever could. Eddie Munson will always. . .will always hold my heart."

Grace climbed down off of the podium and collapsed, sobbing into her mother's arms. It wasn't long before Dustin joined in, wrapping his arms around the both of them. What was surprising was when Wayne stood up and hugged all of them, kissing the top of Grace's head. The whole town was watching them now. When Eddie's name was cleared and had been announced that he actually been the hero who saved the town, hundreds flocked to give him a funeral he deserved. The church was packed and all eyes were on them. It was immediate family who went to bury him: Wayne, the Hendersons, and the Upside Down team. Grace leaned on her brother, her head on his, as they watched Eddie's body being lowered into the ground.

"Goodbye, Eddie," she whispered.

She watched the photo she had nestled in the roses as it disappeared along with the casket. It was a polaroid of Eddie's that he had taken of her before she graduated. She was leaning on her desk, smiling at him with both her eyes and her lips. Grace couldn't remember what he had said then but whatever it was, it made her happier than she had ever looked. He told her before he died that it was his favorite photo of her and now he was taking with him into the afterlife. She hoped he would carry it with him forever.

FIVE YEARS LATER. . .

Grace smiled at the headstone. She could do that now. . .smile. it had taken her a long time to get there but she could do it. It was still a little sad though and she never smiled like she had done with Eddie but she was happy. That was the important thing, that he would want her to be happy.

"The kids are off at college now. Can you believe it? We did good, I think. It was awkward between Will, El, and Mike for a while but they're with their respective others now. Nancy and Jonathan are married now so that's great. Jopper eloped. (Dustin calls Hop and Joyce that.) We've all tried to stay as close as possible and even though the gates are closed now no one wants to live there. It's a ghost town. We all try to keep an eye on it while trying to live our respective lives. It's hard to forget what happened so we don't bother trying. We use it to remind ourselves to live because others can't and to remind ourselves that it only made us stronger. . ."

Grace paused and looked down at her hands, feeling ashamed. She shouldn't be though. Tears flooded her eyes suddenly.

"I'm not sure why I haven't told you this before. . .afraid, I guess. After you died, I was a mess and I just fell apart. It wasn't fair that we didn't get enough time together. Everyone helped to pick up the pieces but the one person who was there for me most of all . . . was Steve. We got an apartment together and for a long time we were just roommates. . . just friends. I had spent most of my nights crying and Steve just being there for me. He held me when I had nightmares and I did the same for him when he had them too. He still gets embarrassed about his scars sometimes but I am there to reassure him and vice-versa. Eventually, overtime, we fell in love."

Grace paused again, openly crying this time. She couldn't tell if they were happy tears or sad tears.

"We live just outside of Hawkins, far and not too far way. We still worry sometimes. Robin and Steve still work together, platonic soulmates and all. . .They opened their own buisness together. I am sorry that I didn't tell you about Steve sooner but we haven't been able to get here much with everything and all. We are very happy and he loves me. . .he is so good to me. I love him with almost all of my heart. I think there will always be a piece of my heart that will always belong to you. Steve's alright with that. He understands. We got married, Eddie. We're having a baby. We want to name him after you. It's not that weird. Our family understands and we hope you do too. . . I love you, Eddie Munson."

Grace placed a hand on her swollen stomach and leaned forward to kiss the headstone. A hand dropped onto her shoulder and she looked up into the face of her husband. Steve smiled and knelt down beside her.

"Hey, man, I am not sure what to say to the man who's girl I stole," he said and Grace chuckled. "But I want you to know that I plan to spend every day of my life making sure she's safe, happy, and loved. No hard feelings, right?"

He fist bumped the headstone and helped his wife up off the ground, brushing dirt off of her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they walked to the car. Steve glanced over at the headstone once more. The Upside Down was put to rest, Vecna was dead, but the scars that were given ultimately remained behind. . .a monument to what happened. . .forever etched in stone.

Here Lies Eddie Munson

Beloved, Friend, Nephew, and Hero

"Not all those who wonder are lost. . ."

The End

A/N: I apologize to anyone who is upset by this, I don't have enough money for your therapy bills. Also, notice how I didn't say that Nancy and Jonathan were necessarily married to each other. This also could imply to the others beside Joyce and Hop. It's up to your imagination who the others ended up with.

[mildkleptomaniac]

brunch — jj maybank x kook!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ Can you do a jj x reader? He's a waiter at the club and her family is there for brunch, her parents don't know about their relationship and are kinda rude to him. Reader's done with their attitude and deffends jj and reveals their relationship by accident and her parents get mad. Love all your fics, you're so talented! ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: just some angst and an outburst! rude parents

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: sorry this took forever to get out! school semester just started, along with a new job. and I’m finally in the process of feeling better. I’m posting this on mobile so sorry if they layout is weird, but I hope you enjoy!

Y/N sat at the table, her parents sitting across from her as they stared at the menu. According to her parents, the world ran around them. They didn’t seem to care that they would take more than enough time to order and then usher the waiter over whenever it would be convenient for them. They would manage to make brunch turn into dinner with the amount of time they would sit at the table and slowly pick at the bread for an appetizer while slowly sipping their mimosas.

Y/N enjoyed going out for meals, but never with her parents. Sometimes she felt like she had to babysit them, especially with how they treated employees. She always apologized whenever the waiter would catch a glance at Y/N and she would give them an apologetic smile. Not to mention the amount of times she would slip in a few extra bills for the tip. Her parents were harsh when it came to the working class, which she didn’t quite understand.

But today at the Kildare Country Club, Y/N’s boyfriend would be their waiter.

JJ Maybank.

Y/N’s secret Pogue boyfriend. He was the boy that her parents would fear for her to fall in love with because they knew all too well about his family and their history. Her parents would remind her of the “better” selection of boys to pick from, which either included Kelce or Topper. Luckily her parents never mentioned Rafe Cameron—it’s almost like they knew in their gut that he wasn’t the best candidate to date.

Y/N’s parents feared that Pogues will just use her to get further in life and that she’s just some doormat to her friends. But that wasn’t the case at all, if anything—Y/N was the glue to the friend group after she began dating JJ.

A few lies a week would keep her parents fooled, thinking she was spending her time studying or volunteering when in reality, she was relaxing at the Chateau or lounging on the HMS Pogue in JJ’s lap as they sipped on cheap beers.

“Good morning, folks. My name is JJ and I’ll be your waiter today. Can I start you off with anything to drink?” The blonde flashed his smile at the table, his eyes meeting Y/N’s. A comfort washed over the girl, his gaze always soothed any tension built in her body.

“Isn’t it Mimosa Sunday?” Her mother glanced upwards from the menu, voice flat.

“Yes, m’am. Bottomless Mimosas all Sunday.” JJ replied.

“Then get it started. Y/N would have a glass of water.” Her mother’s eyes flickered back to the menu. Y/N pursed her lips, shifting in her seat.

“What would you like to drink, miss?” JJ asked Y/N, ignoring her mother’s statement. Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat.

“I’ll take a sweet ice tea, please. With a side of water, please.” She made sure to emphasize the word ‘please’ around her parents. A term to slip their vocabulary whenever they were brought face to face with the working class.

“Y/N, don’t waste your calories on a drink.” Her mother shook her head.

“It’d be okay and I don’t want to talk about that right now in front of the waiter.” She remarked through her teeth, eyes looking back between her parents and her boyfriend.

“One sweet tea and bottomless Mimosas coming right up.” He jotted the order on his pad before turning on his heel. Y/N’s father cleared his throat and it caught JJ’s attention.

“Young man, we weren’t done ordering. We would like to place an order for an appetizer.”

Y/N could feel her shoulders ache from how pinched they were with tension. Her parents absolutely embarrassed her to no end with their lack of consideration or manners. She’s surprised they got this far in life by treating people like this. They were no different than any other person.

“We would like the Mini Herb Smoked Salmon Frittatas with Deviled Eggs.” Y/N’s father read off the menu.

“I’ll get that in as soon as possible, sir. And I’ll be right out with the drinks.” He smiled before walking away. He glanced back at his girlfriend and sent her a reassuring smile, trying to let her know that he was doing okay.

She knew her parents weren’t the worse to deal with, but they could be difficult.

“I’m surprised they allow a Maybank to work at this establishment. He probably steals all the soaps and colognes from the bathroom and sells them on the street.” Her father laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh honey, you’re probably right. His father is such a sleaze, I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes the boy bring home scraps from the dumpster!”

“I’m sorry, but what the hell is wrong with you both?” Y/N questioned, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared in distaste at her parent’s banter.

“Excuse me, young lady. Watch your language.” Her father reprimanded.

“Excuse me? Excuse you! You don’t even know JJ and you’re talking poorly about him. Obviously, he is working hard to make money. Bold of you to assume that he isn’t a hard worker—but he is. Do you not see him mowing lawns for the neighbors? Helping Hayward run groceries on the docks? If his family’s wealth is such an issue to you, why not help donate clothes and food to him?” Y/N’s outburst caught other tables' attention. She stood up in her spot, her hands clenching the table cloth.

“Y/N, you are causing a scene. You need to sit down right now or else you’re in major trouble.” Her mother’s voice was sharp.

JJ walked to the table, pretending to be oblivious to his girlfriend’s statements, which the whole restaurant practically heard her defending him. “Here are the Mimosas and the sweet tea. The starters will be out shortly. Can I get you anything else in the meantime?” He faked a smile.

“I don’t care if I’m causing a scene, because you’re causing a problem! You’re being rude for absolutely I reason towards JJ.” She remained standing and JJ stood there awkwardly, unsure of what the right move would be in this situation.

“Why do you care about this, Pogue? He has no meaning to our lives—he doesn’t benefit society, sweetheart.” Her father spoke in a softer tone.

“You’re unbelievable, dad! JJ Maybank is a human being who works to survive! He isn’t some scummy person and—in fact, he is my boyfriend! Mom, Dad, meet my boyfriend, JJ Maybank.” Y/N finally snapped and she gestured towards the blonde who stood there. He looked like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N, stop embarrassing the poor boy at work and yourself.” Her mother’s face grew red—she wasn’t sure if it was from anger or embarrassment herself.

“I’m not embarrassing myself, mom. This is my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a few months now and this is where I’ve been. I’ve been dating a Pogue. You’re sweet, precious daughter is dating this Pogue. And he is actually fantastic and cares about me—more than you two ever do!” She threw her fabric napkin on the table before reaching into her purse. She pulled out a rather large dollar bill and stuffed it into JJ’s pocket. “Here is a tip that they won’t be giving you, babe. But I think you deserve it.” Y/N kissed his cheek before walking away from the table.

JJ cleared his throat and looked around the area, “would you like a different waiter, today?”

Y/N went inside the Country Club and paced around the entrance way. She ran a hand through her hair and she tried calming herself down. She had never had that much confidence to confront her parents like that, but she knew she would face the consequences when she would go home.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she turned around to face her boyfriend.

“JJ—I am so sorry all of that happened and—“ He interrupted her by cupping her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss.

“You’re so hot when you’re mad and defending me.” He whispered against her lips. She let out a light laugh and they kissed once more. “You don’t need to apologize babe, what you did was awesome. Insane, but awesome.”

“My parents are going to kill me,” she laughed again. The reality setting in quickly.

“Then stay at the Chateau with me tonight. What’s gonna happen that’s not already? Plus, we can sleep together and I can have you tell everyone how you had a scene at brunch.” He teased, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair.

“That…that sounds nice.” She sighed, closing her eyes. JJ pressed a kiss to the temple of her head.

“I also put in your breakfast order if you wanna eat at the bar. I used the money you gave me for it.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked at him gratefully.

“You’re the best, J. I love you,”

“Even if I’m a Pogue?”

“Most definitely if you’re a Pogue. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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[mybrainiswild]

I can't handle when you're disappointed in me

Matt Murdock X Female Reader

Word count; 659

Warnings: cursing, angst, implied smut {if I've missed any let me know}

Summary: You do the opposite of what Matt asked you to and he gets disappointed in your disregard for your own safety.

“I can’t believe you! How could you be so foolish?”  Matt was angry, I can understand why to some extent. I ran head first into danger doing the one thing Matt made me promise not to do.

“Look Matt I know you’re mad okay I get that but I'm ok, alright. I didn’t get hurt and, not to mention I saved your ass.” My attempt to defuse the situation by using humour failed. Matt froze in front of the kitchen table, he aggressively sat in the chair he had previously pulled out as if to make a point.

He took a laboured breath before speaking. “I’m just so disappointed in you.” I swear you could hear my heart shatter. If there was one thing, I couldn’t handle it was Matt being disappointed in me. It didn't happen much but on the odd occasion it did it made me feel like the most awful person in the world.

“Y/N...” He paused before continuing as if he was planning what to say in his head so he didn’t miss speak. “You made a promise and then broke it. You put yourself in danger! How could you be so naïve, so stupid I don’t understand. Do you want to get yourself killed? Do you want me to have to hold your dying body be...because I wasn’t there to protect you or quick enough to stop you?”

Tears were welling in both our eyes at this stage. I stood there unable to conjure a response. I slowly stalked towards Matt unsure if he wanted me near or wanted to push me away in true Matt Murdock fashion. He slowly parted his legs allowing me to sand in between them. My hands found their way into his slightly damp hair as a content sigh passed through his lips I spoke up.

“Matty I can’t handle you being disappointed in me. I didn’t do it to spite you, I heard you were in trouble and I just couldn’t stand by knowing I could possibly do something to help.”

I slowly moved to sit on his thigh resting my head on his shoulder. His hand slowly moved up and down my thigh pulling me closer, needing to feel me with him even more now.

“This... This is why I didn’t want to bring you into this side of my life. I knew you’d get hurt or use that big heart of yours to get yourself into trouble. But I guess I should’ve seen it coming when that made me fall in love with you.”

Matt Murdock is one of the biggest hypocrites there is. His big heart puts him in harm's way every single day and I guess I've just learned to accept that. Deciding I didn’t want to have a disagreement tonight I decide to cut my losses and call it a night. I place a loving kiss on his slightly chapped and busted lips. A declaration of my love without words.

I pulled back slowly seeing a whisper of a smirk across those heavenly lips. I smiled at how pure and content Matt seamed in this moment.

“Are you sure it wasn’t my good looks that made you fall in love with me? I mean sure I've got a big heart but there's more to me than that.” This attempt at humour was a success. A slight chuckle passed through his lips.

“You are one cruel woman; you know I can’t stand knowing everyone else gets to see my girl and I don’t” This was true on many occasions mostly during our own late-night rendezvous, he made it known to me how sometimes he gets jealous of Foggy and Karen for getting to see me. Mostly after Foggy has called me hot in the office. But tonight, just like all those night I remind him.

“They may get to see me all day but, only my sweet devil gets to feel me all night”

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[folkwhorerain]

Jealousy, Jealousy (Wanda Maximoff x fem reader)

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Summary: reader is a shy and insecure Avenger whit a crush on Wanda, but she never made the first move on the sokovian. What if, during a party, finally something happens between the two of them?

Warnings: angst, reader being insecure, language (I think?), alcohol and sexual tension (feel free to tell me if I should add more).

English is not my first language, so bare with my grammar please, lol. This is my first fanfiction ever so forgive me if it's not anything special or it is lame.

I got inspired by "Jealousy, Jealousy" by Olivia Rodrigo, so I suggest you listen to it while reading, if you want.♥️

You hated them. You hated Tony's parties.

Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed the Avengers company, but parties were definitely not your thing. You always felt... out of place.

You were fine with chatting with the team during this day when you spent some time together, but when parties where that huge like tonight's one, all you wanted to do was staying in your room.

The fact is that you can't help but compare yourself to the others. You never felt enough and you were intimated by Tony's friends and the other heroes. You were just... You. No one special with no cool superpowers, you were good at hand to hand combat and you were really smart, but that was it; you always thought that was lame. Like that wasn't enough, you were the newest recruit in the team. The Avengers all welcomed you well and you grew attached to all of them, especially Natasha, but still, you didn't feel like that was enough for you to be considered "the cool Avenger", and you were still private about your feelings and emotions; when something was wrong the only answer that you had when they asked you what bothered you was "it's nothing". But it wasn't nothing. You felt an outsider in the team, you felt like you weren't enough for them and the worst part is that you knew it was all in your head, but you couldn't help it.

The first person that always comes to your mind when you think of someone cool is Wanda. Her powers affascinates you and you loved her determination. You can't say you two are close, but she always treated you well and she respected your boundaries, that's why now you have a crush on her and that's part of the reason you didn't want to go to the party. Seeing her well dressed while smiling to people who weren't you and while Vision was trying to get her attention would only make it worse.

You considered staying in your room while scrolling your social media, not having any strength to get up and get ready, especially when you were still in your bathrobe and your thoughts were only about a certain witch. However you knew Natasha would've dragged you out of the room if you wouldn't come so, after a few curses and annoyed groans, you threw your phone on the pillow and started to get dressed.

You didn't want to get the attention to you, people would start a conversation and tonight you weren't into it at all, so you opted for a green skirt and a black, cropped sweater and a little bit of makeup. Nothing more.

I'm already so sick of this bullshit, you thought to yourself, then you took a deep breath and went downstairs.

–

As you expected, the biggest room of the Stark Tower was filled with people you didn't know, but you were sure they were mostly Tony's friends.

They were all so confident with their drinks in hands, perfect combed hair and fancy dresses worth millions of dollars.

You weren't nothing like these people: you didn't get why people would spend millions for pieces of cloth. It was a waste of money, but how you wished you saw it differently, maybe you would be one of these apparently happy people with a lot of friends, and not the weirdo of the group with a lack of confidence so evident you couldn't even enjoy a relaxing event.

A few tears tried to escape your eyes, but you wouldn't let them. Steve was watching you and, from the look he was giving you, he already sensed something was off with you; so you did what was best and faked a smile, which he returned gladly before he went back to his conversation with Bucky.

You felt like a creep standing in the corner of the room doing nothing, so you started looking around searching for Nat. After a few second you saw her talking, or better, flirting with Bruce at the bar while she had a Martini on her hand.

You frowned sympathetically. Cute. He really likes her a lot, you thought seeing Bruce embarrassed and intimidated by the widow.

Suddenly a waiter asked you if you wanted a glass of wine and you accepted, maybe a little alcohol would help you get through this more easily. You took a sip and enjoyed the feeling of the wine in your throat.

“This is ridiculous.” you whispered.

“What is ridiculous?” you heard someone ask you.

You turned to see who it was and that's when you saw her: Wanda was smiling at you with a curious expression on her face.

You blinked a few times, amazed by the girl in front of you: she was wearing a short, black dress, and her ginger hair was loose on her shoulders. She decided to put on a little bit of makeup and a red lipstick. Not like her typical style, but you liked her anyway. She was always so beautiful.

You shook your head, realizing she was waiting for an answer. "Uhm, parties, I guess.” She nodded. “I mean, Tony's events are always too exaggerated.” you added before biting your lips, clearly embarrassed.

“I know how you feel.” Wanda agreed. “I always have to try so hard to fit in during things like these.” She chuckled while looking around the room.

“Well, at least you're trying.” You said before giving her a dry laugh, looking down at your glass.

The ginger tilted her head sympathetically. “Well, maybe that's the problem.”

You frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean... trying too hard is the problem.” She explained. “If you feel like you have to try so hard it becomes unbearable, maybe that means that the thing you're doing is not good for you.” She added before biting the inside of her cheek.

You simply hummed in agreement and took another sip of wine, too intimated by her beauty.

Don't think something awkward. She can read minds. Don't think how beautiful she is- shit. Stop thinking.

“If you'll excuse me, Vision is looking for me.” She said with a smirk on her face before leaving you alone again.

You watched her walk away, analizing her every move. God, how you wanted her to be yours. She was not, of course. Why would she be with someone like you? She could have Vision and every other man in this room, so why would she choose a girl like you? Speaking of the devil, Vision approached her with a few guys and she gave him her brightest smile.

You watched all the interaction, still in the corner of the room.

He was so confident with his perfect posture and his good manners. He would be the best for her. He's the kind of man, or synthezoid, or whatever, that could always reassure her and find the perfect words to make her feel better. He would try and cheer her up and find the better jokes to tell, just like he's probably doing right now. In fact the sokovian was laughing at something he said and her beautiful laugh echoed through the room.

You felt jealousy rush through your veins.

“I wanna be him so bad!”

All the people in the room turned to look at you with puzzled expression.

Your eyes went wide when you realized you practically yelled what you wanted was just a thought so, without a second thought, you rushed out of the party and went straight to your room.

You slammed the door and let the tears escape. You took off your make up and headed straight to bed, overthinking what just happened, screaming in your pillow.

I always ruin everything!

You didn't expect you would've said that out loud and right now you didn't expect to hear someone to knock on your door. You didn't answer, though, you kept your head buried in the pillow. It was probably Natasha who wanted to talk about what happened and you definitely weren't going to say a word.

The door opened anyway and you groaned in annoyance.

“Listen, Nat-” You started to say but stopped immediately when you saw it wasn't the russian spy, but Wanda.

“Hi.” She greeted you with a shy smile. “May I sit?” She asked pointing the bed.

You composed yourself and nodded shyly. “Yeah.”

Wanda gave you a swift smile and sat next to you, crossing her legs on the bed. Your breath itched when you felt your knees touching. You two have never been this close and the situation was making you nervous, thing that didn't go unnoticed by Wanda considering the fact that you were playing with the ring on your index finger.

You never noticed but Wanda knows you very well. She knows your moves, the way you play with your hands when you're nervous, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your interests or the way you are quieter than usual when you're sad.

The truth is that Wanda liked you very much and she knew you liked her too. She didn't want to tell you 'cause she wanted you to take courage and say it first and, to be fully honest, she was scared. What if your crush was temporary and you would eventually get bored? What if she loses you just like she lost her parents and Pietro? She would never, ever accept it.

“So... Why did you run away?” She asked like it wasn't obvious you just yelled in front of everyone.

“Are you seriously asking, Wanda?” You snapped before you could stop yourself.

She looked at you with sad eyes before looking down at her hands. “Sorry…”

“No, no... Don't apologize.” You whispered. “You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn't have… God, I'm pathetic.”

You threw your head in your hands and sighed. I'm so sick of myself!

“Why are you sick of yourself?” The sokovian asked you before placing a hand on your knee.

You looked at the hand and then at her.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have read your mind, but sometimes your thoughts are really loud.” she chuckled, starting to rub her thumb on your knee. You were speechless, all this interaction was making you crazy. You craved more of her touch and now, more than ever, you wanted to kiss her. However you pushed those feelings aways and started to open up to avoid thinking about something inappropriate. “I'm just… me. I mean, I'm not special.”

“Why do you think that?” She asked raising an eyebrow, her hand never leaving your skin.

You took a deep breath. “Wanda, come on! Tony's friends are so cool, he's loved by everyone, Natasha is a badass russian spy, you have these amazing superpower. Thor is literally a God, for fuck's sake!”

“You compare yourself to the others too much. It's not healthy, Y/N.” She sweetly stated wiping away a tear from you cheek.

You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying her touch, but then you came back to reality. “I know, but I can't help it. The others seem to be so confident and happy, and all the girls at the party... Fuck, they're so pretty-”

"Beauty is not your lack.” She interrupted you smirking, her hand still on your cheek.

“I- I just wish I was them... I wish I had the courage Vision has.” You admitted, looking down.

“Why him?” The ginger asked placing two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at her in those piercing green eyes.

“Because I'm so jealous he gets all your attentions and I don't just because I'm too insecure.” You said it in a whisper, almost inaudible, but Wanda heard you and you knew judging by the smile on her face.

“You want my attentions?” She asked leaning in.

Her face was so close to yours that it was hard to breathe. You could smell her perfume and that alone was making you want her more. You had the urge to kiss her and touch her and taste her, but right now Wanda was waiting for a response so you simply nodded, not trusting your voice.

“You already have them.” She admitted, making you frown in confusion. “There might be a hundred people in the room, but I would always notice you and only you, Y/n.” You were speechless, partly because of her confession, partly because she was so damn close to your face it made your heart race fast, and before you could realise, she kissed you.

Her lips were so soft against yours and her hands were in the right places. However, after a few moments, you realized you froze and didn't reproached the kiss. Wanda broke the kiss, a disappointed look on her face.

“I'm sorry, I thought you liked me t-”

Before she could finish her sentence, you kissed her. You kissed her with so much confidence it surprised both you and Wanda.

Your right hand was on her neck and the other was on her waist, pulling her close.

You felt her smirk on the kiss and the hand that before was on your knee now was up your thigh.

“God, this skirt was making me crazy the whole night.” She breathed out, making the hand go higher and higher where you needed it the most.

Before you could realize you still had your party outfit on, Wanda started caressing slowly your inner thigh, making you gasp. Hearing the affect she had on you, the ginger bite your lobe before whispering something that made you shiver.

“Let me show you all the attentions I have for you, babygirl.”

alright, that was it. I know it's not good, but I had this idea the other night and I just had to write it.

Feedback is appreciated. <3