#i just . whenever i start loving something it immediately shatters into a million pieces cutting into my flesh and drawing blood

[softlycandescent]

𝐴 𝑁𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

Bewitching Night Rave: Return to Night [MR]

Xiaoxi Qiang (OC) X Vyn Richter [Special Edition: Halloween!]

Tags: very small mentions of blood, fluff?, so this was supposed to be spicy spice but I truly do not think it turned out that way, maybe a little bit suggestive, mostly SFW

Xiaoxi loves the color red. The color of her favorites: roses in full bloom, the color of fresh strawberries, and even the apples she’d picked yesterday. Namely, right now, red is also the color of the sky.She’s not sure what to compare the sky to, she’s definitely never seen anything like it.  She’s never seen an eclipse before, much less one like this. The sky looks like it’s been dipped in crimson. 

She sits on the cushion of the window seat, her feet dangling aimlessly off the edge as she observes the phenomena of the lunar eclipse. It only did happen annually, after all, or so she’s read. She should treasure every moment of it, even if it means staying awake until it inevitably ends.   

Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering brings her attention away from the conditions outside and to behind her, instead. How had she forgotten she wasn’t alone here? Vyn was staring at his now bloodied hand, glass beneath his feet. Just what had he been holding, he’s never that clumsy.

“Are you okay?” Xiaoxi asked immediately, her brown eyes reflecting nothing but genuine concern. “Y-You’re hurt!” 

“I am fine.” Vyn murmurs, his voice shaky, his gaze still dropped to his hand. “Did I scare you..?” 

Xiaoxi gets up from where she was sitting by the window, quickly hopping off the window seat and closer to Vyn. She drops her gaze down to the blood on his hand, then starts fumbling towards the door. She was wracking her brain on what she could do to make it better. “Are you...do you want me to get something? I think I could find something, there’s some-” 

Vyn grasps her sleeve in his unbloodied hand, breathing hard, his gaze torn between looking at her and the empty space next to her. His gaze finally settles on her own, His voice cuts through her thoughts and abandons all of her wishes to scurry out of the room. 

“Do not go, please.” 

He was..asking her to stay, right? 

 She didn’t have it in her to go now. She turns her body towards Vyn again. “Are you sure you’re okay, honey? You seem kind of..out of it.”

“We are unusually weak in the case of an eclipse.”

“Can I help at all?”

“Sorry, coming close to you will…it would make me lose control.” With a shaky inhale, he looked down at his hand and then back at her. Namely, the slightly exposed skin of her neck. It looks like Vyn is fighting himself on something. Uncertainty and indecision flashes in his golden eyes, yet he doesn’t look away from her. Behind all of it, there was such an intense sense of yearning and adoration.“But more than that, I really cannot stand to part from you.”

Xiaoxi looks at him and places her hand on his upper arm gently. Her touch is all he’s ever known her to be: warm and welcoming. It only takes him a moment to melt into it, a ghost of a smile gracing his features, despite his current condition. 

“Vyn, please, let me,” Xiaoxi says firmly, though he asked her to not go, she also knew he might not let himself take what he needed. She might’ve understood under different circumstances, maybe she would not have pushed it, but the simple fact of it was that they’ve been in the situation before. They had an agreement of sorts, she would give him some of her blood occasionally whenever he got in such a state, or on the very rare occasion he asked. Seeing him so weak, so much not like himself, it broke her heart into a million pieces. There had to be something she could do, and she knew what that “something” was.

It took much of her stubbornness for them to start this arrangement in the first place. His insistence on not hurting her knew no bounds, even at the extent of his own wellbeing. While she was really appreciative of his care for her, she wished he was a little more selfish and thought of himself more.

“I..” Vyn looked at her and it felt like he was finally seeing her, his eyes still looked dazed. He uses the hand he had on the end of her sleeve, still,  and pushes her sleeve up to reveal her forearm. Freckled and smooth in the candlelight, save for a few faded scars. He definitely felt guilty he was about to contribute to them, she could see it in his eyes. But like clockwork, his mouth latches onto her wrist followed by the sharp sting of his fangs.

She was satisfied that she was finally able to get him to cave, in such a pivotal moment of need for him. But in the blink of an eye he pulled away, he was so sure not to leave any blood dripping down her arm.

But just as quickly as his fangs sunk into her skin, they were gone just as quickly. Actually, he didn’t linger nearly as long as usually might have. 

“Okay, just until here,” Vyn states breathlessly, crimson still lingering on his lips. His hot breath kissed the sensitive skin of her wrist. “Let’s wrap things up for now.” 

His chest heaved as he struggled to meet her eyes again, there was no way that was enough, right? He usually lingered much longer savoring it for at least a little longer. Besides, tonight most likely, he would need more than usual to regain his energy.

Xiaoxi doesn’t let him go far enough to even find bandages, her hand grabs his. Her touch was often gentle, so much so it was easy enough to shake off with the flick of the wrist. But when Vyn didn’t even seem much better after a little bit of her blood, how could she just let him go? It was her duty, as his lover, to make sure he is well looked after. Just as he does for her. She keeps her grip firm. 

“Don’t stop, you don’t have to stop, Vyn.”

“Don’t stop..?” Vyn looked at her incredulously, his eyebrows raised with a hitch of his breath. “You want me to continue..?”

Xiaoxi nods, her gaze unwavering, there was no way she was backing down. Not this time at least. She inches forward slightly, as if it might sway him just a little bit. 

“But..I am afraid I will break you.” With a weak chuckle his gaze meets her fierce one. Brown eyes looked back at him with an expression he was powerless to argue with.   

“Like I’ve said before, I want to do this. I want to see you feeling better more than anything.”Her hand squeezes his warmly, trying to give him encouragement."  Besides, I know you’ll take good care of me. It’ll be okay.” .

“It is fine? Well, all right then.” A smile pulls at his lips, pulling her closer to him with their entangled hands. She lands in his lap with a soft thud, joining him on the soft mattress. Using one of their joined hands to keep her close, he uses his other hand to move her hair away from her neck quickly.Her black curls fall onto her other shoulder messily.

Xiaoxi fully expected him to just sink his teeth into the flesh of her neck, but she was pleasantly surprised when he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent. 

“You smell so nice, so sweet,” he said, before pressing a chaste kiss to the skin of neck, which by now was warm to the touch. He trailed gentle kisses in a line from her shoulder and then back up before he settled back into her neck. A dark smile crossed his face. “Are you embarrassed, love?” 

“N-No,” Xiaoxi fibbed, albeit breathlessly. Of course, it was a bold faced lie. Anyone would be able to tell by the bright hue of her cheeks and the not so subtle lift to her voice. And of course, this was Vyn. Of course he could see through her. 

With a sly chuckle, he grazed his fangs against the skin of her neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from Xiaoxi. She threw one of her arms around his neck as his fangs finally sunk into her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed and sigh upon sigh brushed past her lips, tickling Vyn’s hair. 

—

“Vyn, I was wondering,” Xiaoxi asked, gazing at him with curious yet bashful eyes. “What does it taste like? I can’t imagine it’s very, well, y’know-.” 

“You taste so sweet, my dear, so intoxicating.” Vyn breathes against her skin, pressing a kiss to the mark he just left on her neck. Then he leaves one more before brushing his fingertips over the mark gently. It was as if his touch alone chased away any of the lingering pain that was left behind, which was probably his plan all along. “I mean, we are talking about you, after all.” 

Moving her arm from around her neck, she buried her hand into his silver hair, an absolutely dazed grin on her face. She trails her hand to his cheek, smiling wider when his eyes meet her brown ones, affection sparkling behind them.

“Are you alright?” Vyn asks, his fingertips moved from the mark on her neck to the apple of her check, caressing her skin carefully, his touch featherlight and cautious. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. See, no harm done!” Xiaoxi smiled and leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand. “You can keep going, I think I could handle a little bit more.” 

“Maybe, but why don’t you take a rest, love?” His thumb brushes up to her cheekbone, his smile was sweet, comforting. His other hand entangled his fingers with hers, thumb brushing alone the back of her hand. “We have all night, after all.” 

[lovestellis]

𝐴 𝑁𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

Bewitching Night Rave: Return to Night [MR]

Xiaoxi Qiang (OC) X Vyn Richter [Special Edition: Halloween!]

Tags: very small mentions of blood, fluff?, so this was supposed to be spicy spice but I truly do not think it turned out that way, maybe a little bit suggestive, mostly SFW

Xiaoxi loves the color red. The color of her favorites: roses in full bloom, the color of fresh strawberries, and even the apples she’d picked yesterday. Namely, right now, red is also the color of the sky.She’s not sure what to compare the sky to, she’s definitely never seen anything like it.  She’s never seen an eclipse before, much less one like this. The sky looks like it’s been dipped in crimson. 

She sits on the cushion of the window seat, her feet dangling aimlessly off the edge as she observes the phenomena of the lunar eclipse. It only did happen annually, after all, or so she’s read. She should treasure every moment of it, even if it means staying awake until it inevitably ends.   

Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering brings her attention away from the conditions outside and to behind her, instead. How had she forgotten she wasn’t alone here? Vyn was staring at his now bloodied hand, glass beneath his feet. Just what had he been holding, he’s never that clumsy.

“Are you okay?” Xiaoxi asked immediately, her brown eyes reflecting nothing but genuine concern. “Y-You’re hurt!” 

“I am fine.” Vyn murmurs, his voice shaky, his gaze still dropped to his hand. “Did I scare you..?” 

Xiaoxi gets up from where she was sitting by the window, quickly hopping off the window seat and closer to Vyn. She drops her gaze down to the blood on his hand, then starts fumbling towards the door. She was wracking her brain on what she could do to make it better. “Are you...do you want me to get something? I think I could find something, there’s some-” 

Vyn grasps her sleeve in his unbloodied hand, breathing hard, his gaze torn between looking at her and the empty space next to her. His gaze finally settles on her own, His voice cuts through her thoughts and abandons all of her wishes to scurry out of the room. 

“Do not go, please.” 

He was..asking her to stay, right? 

 She didn’t have it in her to go now. She turns her body towards Vyn again. “Are you sure you’re okay, honey? You seem kind of..out of it.”

“We are unusually weak in the case of an eclipse.”

“Can I help at all?”

“Sorry, coming close to you will…it would make me lose control.” With a shaky inhale, he looked down at his hand and then back at her. Namely, the slightly exposed skin of her neck. It looks like Vyn is fighting himself on something. Uncertainty and indecision flashes in his golden eyes, yet he doesn’t look away from her. Behind all of it, there was such an intense sense of yearning and adoration.“But more than that, I really cannot stand to part from you.”

Xiaoxi looks at him and places her hand on his upper arm gently. Her touch is all he’s ever known her to be: warm and welcoming. It only takes him a moment to melt into it, a ghost of a smile gracing his features, despite his current condition. 

“Vyn, please, let me,” Xiaoxi says firmly, though he asked her to not go, she also knew he might not let himself take what he needed. She might’ve understood under different circumstances, maybe she would not have pushed it, but the simple fact of it was that they’ve been in the situation before. They had an agreement of sorts, she would give him some of her blood occasionally whenever he got in such a state, or on the very rare occasion he asked. Seeing him so weak, so much not like himself, it broke her heart into a million pieces. There had to be something she could do, and she knew what that “something” was.

It took much of her stubbornness for them to start this arrangement in the first place. His insistence on not hurting her knew no bounds, even at the extent of his own wellbeing. While she was really appreciative of his care for her, she wished he was a little more selfish and thought of himself more.

“I..” Vyn looked at her and it felt like he was finally seeing her, his eyes still looked dazed. He uses the hand he had on the end of her sleeve, still,  and pushes her sleeve up to reveal her forearm. Freckled and smooth in the candlelight, save for a few faded scars. He definitely felt guilty he was about to contribute to them, she could see it in his eyes. But like clockwork, his mouth latches onto her wrist followed by the sharp sting of his fangs.

She was satisfied that she was finally able to get him to cave, in such a pivotal moment of need for him. But in the blink of an eye he pulled away, he was so sure not to leave any blood dripping down her arm.

But just as quickly as his fangs sunk into her skin, they were gone just as quickly. Actually, he didn’t linger nearly as long as usually might have. 

“Okay, just until here,” Vyn states breathlessly, crimson still lingering on his lips. His hot breath kissed the sensitive skin of her wrist. “Let’s wrap things up for now.” 

His chest heaved as he struggled to meet her eyes again, there was no way that was enough, right? He usually lingered much longer savoring it for at least a little longer. Besides, tonight most likely, he would need more than usual to regain his energy.

Xiaoxi doesn’t let him go far enough to even find bandages, her hand grabs his. Her touch was often gentle, so much so it was easy enough to shake off with the flick of the wrist. But when Vyn didn’t even seem much better after a little bit of her blood, how could she just let him go? It was her duty, as his lover, to make sure he is well looked after. Just as he does for her. She keeps her grip firm. 

“Don’t stop, you don’t have to stop, Vyn.”

“Don’t stop..?” Vyn looked at her incredulously, his eyebrows raised with a hitch of his breath. “You want me to continue..?”

Xiaoxi nods, her gaze unwavering, there was no way she was backing down. Not this time at least. She inches forward slightly, as if it might sway him just a little bit. 

“But..I am afraid I will break you.” With a weak chuckle his gaze meets her fierce one. Brown eyes looked back at him with an expression he was powerless to argue with.   

“Like I’ve said before, I want to do this. I want to see you feeling better more than anything.”Her hand squeezes his warmly, trying to give him encouragement."  Besides, I know you’ll take good care of me. It’ll be okay.” .

“It is fine? Well, all right then.” A smile pulls at his lips, pulling her closer to him with their entangled hands. She lands in his lap with a soft thud, joining him on the soft mattress. Using one of their joined hands to keep her close, he uses his other hand to move her hair away from her neck quickly.Her black curls fall onto her other shoulder messily.

Xiaoxi fully expected him to just sink his teeth into the flesh of her neck, but she was pleasantly surprised when he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent. 

“You smell so nice, so sweet,” he said, before pressing a chaste kiss to the skin of neck, which by now was warm to the touch. He trailed gentle kisses in a line from her shoulder and then back up before he settled back into her neck. A dark smile crossed his face. “Are you embarrassed, love?” 

“N-No,” Xiaoxi fibbed, albeit breathlessly. Of course, it was a bold faced lie. Anyone would be able to tell by the bright hue of her cheeks and the not so subtle lift to her voice. And of course, this was Vyn. Of course he could see through her. 

With a sly chuckle, he grazed his fangs against the skin of her neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from Xiaoxi. She threw one of her arms around his neck as his fangs finally sunk into her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed and sigh upon sigh brushed past her lips, tickling Vyn’s hair. 

—

“Vyn, I was wondering,” Xiaoxi asked, gazing at him with curious yet bashful eyes. “What does it taste like? I can’t imagine it’s very, well, y’know-.” 

“You taste so sweet, my dear, so intoxicating.” Vyn breathes against her skin, pressing a kiss to the mark he just left on her neck. Then he leaves one more before brushing his fingertips over the mark gently. It was as if his touch alone chased away any of the lingering pain that was left behind, which was probably his plan all along. “I mean, we are talking about you, after all.” 

Moving her arm from around her neck, she buried her hand into his silver hair, an absolutely dazed grin on her face. She trails her hand to his cheek, smiling wider when his eyes meet her brown ones, affection sparkling behind them.

“Are you alright?” Vyn asks, his fingertips moved from the mark on her neck to the apple of her check, caressing her skin carefully, his touch featherlight and cautious. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. See, no harm done!” Xiaoxi smiled and leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand. “You can keep going, I think I could handle a little bit more.” 

“Maybe, but why don’t you take a rest, love?” His thumb brushes up to her cheekbone, his smile was sweet, comforting. His other hand entangled his fingers with hers, thumb brushing alone the back of her hand. “We have all night, after all.” 

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Can you please do a mean Dom Harry smut

His sanity

Guess who's back

Warning: 18+

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The door to your shared home slammed shut with a deafening thud, followed by heavy footsteps. You jerked with momentary fear of the intrusion until you saw Harry standing in the doorstep of your living room.

You put your book upside down on the couch and get up to greet Harry properly. When you were close enough to see your boyfriend‘s emotionless expression, your smile went from happy to timid, until it disappeared completely. Harry seemed to be looking right through you, his whole body trembling with an effort to keep his magic inside. His aura was overwhelming, so intense that you stayed a few steps away from him so as not to be completely surrounded by it.

Harry seemed to notice your mistrust and carefully put his wand on the side, his green eyes now fixed on yours. Not that that would make a big difference, he could crush you without the stupid stick if he wanted to, but it was a sign to you. A sign that he was still in control, even if only scantily.

It was deathly quiet for a passing moment and a trembling breath escaped your drying lips. You hadn't even noticed to what extent Harry's magic was crushing you until he closed his eyes and seconds later the air seemed more bearable again.

You knew that this night could end dangerously, that Harry's sanity was hanging on a millimeter thin strand, but no matter how hard your brain tried to stop you, your feet had already made their decision. Only when you felt his warm breath on your lips did you realize that you had moved. Harry was motionless, hands still shaking, clenched in firm fists.

There was a gleam in his eyes, something that resembled a warning. You couldn't hold yourself and in the second in which you hugged your warm body against his trembling one, Harry's disciplined posture shattered into a million pieces. He buried his trembling hands in your hair and pressed you closer to him, his mouth dominated yours with so much strength, as if he was trying to drown in the taste of your lips.

Harry pulled and tore at your clothes until you stood completely naked in his arms. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, never long enough in the places that ached for his touches. Taking quick strides he forced you to walk backwards, pushing you into a seating position on the couch. You stared up at him compliantly, making him smirk at you with obvious delight. Your book long forgotten on the cold floor.

He was silent when he opened the buttons of his shirt, his bright eyes followed your hands and he watched you as you undid his belt. He lifted his brow as your hands left his body to rest submissively on your thighs.

„Did I tell you to stop?“ He whispered softly, teeth gritted together.

You shook your head and blinked up at him, mulling over your next sentence.

„You didn‘t tell me what you want...“ You said softly, not wanting to awaken his anger, which was simmering very close to the surface. You saw it glinting impatiently behind his irises, waiting for the perfect moment to sink its teeth into your soft flesh.

„Want me to spell it out for you? Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.“ He hissed, eyes flashing with irritation.

You immediately fell on your knees, barely feeling the pain and pulled on his clothes until they rested by his ankles. His cock hit your face and you looked up at your boyfriend, tongue outstretched to lick the underside. Harry's control burned through and he pulled your head back until your neck protested with the pain. His other hand smeared his cock on your lips and cheeks, spreading his cum on your skin and smiled as the lower half of your face shone with him. Oh exactly this view he wanted to burn into his brain forever, you on your knees like his personal whore, nothing else but the thought of his cock in your stupid head.

His hand on your jaw opened your mouth wide to insert his cock, deep needy moans escaping him when you ran your tongue along the underside of the tip. Without paying attention to your well-being he started to fuck your mouth, eyes narrowed and lips parted, his groans were so desperate, he sounded like your mouth couldn't satisfy the hunger in him. Harry wanted to be inside of you, to he ached to hear your pretty whimpers and pleads.

„Your mouth isn‘t enough. Tell me what else can you offer me?“ Harry snarked, giving you a challenging grin.

You tried to pull away but he kept your head in place, pouting when you didn‘t answer.

„What is it, can‘t talk?“ Harry chuckled, eyes flashing with evil amusement when you struggled to breathe with his cock stuffing your mouth full.

„How rude of you. I should teach you a less-“ Harry‘s voice broke off with a surprised gasp and his hips bucked forward. He gave you a glare and you only sucked him harder for it, knowing that you were pushing his buttons just right.

„You wanna play? Hm? Is that it?“ Harry grunted, already forcing your head to lean on the seat of the couch, one knee resting beside your head. „Alright, take it then.“

Nothing could have prepared you for the punishing thrust of his hips. He almost crushed you against the couch, his balls pressed against your chin. You were forced to stare up in this position, your vision obscured by the tears rolling down your temples, but it was worth it, Harry was irresistible in this position. Fuck, the way his head was leaned back, mouth wide open and he sounded the room with his rough voice, your name on his lips like a prayer. Jaw sharp and veins visible in his neck, upper body tense and hands buried in your hair.

Black dots danced in front of your eyes, your nails left long, angry scratch marks on his arms and legs. The pain only made him more aggressive and he pulled himself out of your mouth.

„Stop crying, you wanted to fuck me, remember?“ Harry kissed you hard again, teeth and lips met painfully but you didn't care.

„I want you to let yourself go. Show me what you want.“ He whispered hotly, groaning into your mouth when your hand wrapped around his cock again.

„Want you to fuck me, Harry please.“ You pleaded, pressing desperate kisses all over his throat, nipping at some places to leave your marks. Harry loved being covered in your bruises.

„What? Can‘t hear you, sweetheart.“

He was doing it on purpose at this point, wanting you to beg for him to take you.

„Please“ you whined, tightening your hand around him painfully, but Harry wouldn’t be Harry if he didn‘t enjoy pain.

„Please fuck me, take me-“ Your voice cut off with a sharp cry when two fingers pounded into you with such speed you came seconds later, vision exploding with a blazing white light.

„Yes, cum!“ Harry commanded, drunk on your screams of pleasure, craving to feel your cunt tighten around his cock and not his fingers.

"More" you gasped at the overstimulation but still pressed your cunt against his fingers, "Cock, want cock."

Harry proudly boasted that he reduced you into a mindless cock slut with just his fingers. He sat on the couch and gestured on his lap, arms spread out on the armrest in a dominant manner. There was that cool, dangerous shine in his green eyes again and his expression was illegible. Harry was unreachable and you wanted to see him fall.

Your breathing was irregular as you crawled up to him, your hands sliding gently over his legs. Harry let you do it and admired your naked body, his eyes fixed on the lips you are biting on.

"You wanted my cock so come on and fuck yourself with it" Harry commanded and you whined submissively, seating yourself on top of him. His cock brushed against your sensitive inner thighs, leaving a hot trail of his cum and your spit on your skin. Sinking down your eyes rolled back, lips parting into a silent o and you sat there for a few seconds, getting lost in the feeling of him so deep inside of you.

Harry's hands clung to your hips and he moved in circular motions, watching you intently as you moaned and squealed whenever your clit rubbed against his flesh or the tip of his cock hit your g-spot.

"I'm barely doing anything and you're already shaking." Harry forced out, thighs clenching under yours when you gave him a look so full of pleasure and submission that it overwhelmed him. He could do anything to you right now and you would go with it. Harry was drunk on that power, thumb pushing past your spit glistening lips to make you suck on it.

"Everyone always thinks you're so fuck do that again so fucking smart and proper, but ah look at you now..." His voice was trembling with bliss, your quick thrusts and sharp movements making him weak.

You keened, clinging on this shoulders when Harry lifted his hips to literally drill into you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against his sweat soaked chest.

"Should show them how dumb you are" He hissed, biting at the skin of your jaw, "Show them how much of a fucking slut you can be."

The only sounds you could make were high-pitched moans, his dirty words only made you hungrier for him.

"Only here to make me cum" Harry moaned at last, letting his deep voice flow freely in the room, "Only here to take my cum, hm?"

You cried out, going faster when you felt the familiar ache in your stomach, the tension building up rapidly.

"Yes!" you sobbed, "Give me cum pleaseplease!"

Holding you down on his cock by your shoulders Harry pounded up into your pussy, once, twice and on the third push you came with a shout, biting into the thumb he pushed inside of your mouth again. Harry let out a broken groan at the sight of your release and came only seconds later, going momentarily silent with the amount of pleasure flodding his blood. He didn't let you go, holding you down until you were dripping with his essance, uncomfortably full with him.

"There you have it" Harry mocked, breathlessly, "Full of my cum, just the way you like it."

You whimpered when he pulled out, clenching around nothing to keep in as much of him as you could. Harry pulled you on your knees and pushed you forward, craning his neck to watch his cum drip out of you.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart" His fingers pushed his cum back inside, pinching your thighs when you scrambled to get away. "Stay still, I want it to stay inside."

"Sensitive" you whispered, legs trembling to keep yourself upright on his lap.

He finally took his fingers out when he was satisfied, pushing his fingers past your lips and watch you suck them clean.

"Satisfied" He raised a brow, ready to fuck you again if you were to say no. He is a gentleman after all.

"Yes, thank you." You mumbled around his fingers, content to just lean against him and dose off with his fingers gently pushing in and out of your mouth.

Harry leaned back as well, the tension from before falling away. He let himself dose off, enjoying the calmness of his mind while it lasted.

[jungkookiebus]

Overprotective | jjk

Genre: bf2l, smut, angst Pairing: jungkook x reader Rating: M Word Count: 6.6k Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: there is domestic abuse, mostly mental, but there is mentions of physical, Jungkook beats the shit out of someone, if violence bothers you DO NOT READ THIS, cunnilingus, unprotected sex. Summary: Jungkook had been your friend for long enough to know that something was wrong and seeing you spiraling in your current relationship had him on edge. It all comes to a head at a house party when he witnesses the abuse firsthand, throwing him into a blind rage that has him throwing your boyfriend into the front lawn.  Author’s Note: Angry jjk in the ON mv got me in my feelings. Thanks. @bulletproofbirdy​

“Are you coming tonight?”

Jungkook sat on the edge of your bed scrolling through his phone.

“Hm?” he asked absently. You looked over to see his face illuminated by the eyesight ruining blue light of his phone. It highlighted the scar on his cheek. He scrunched his nose as he sniffed but didn’t look away from his phone.

“The party. At Hobi’s,” you said as you began removing your clothing and pulling dresses off hangers from your closet.

He finally looked up as you were pulling a gold dress up passed your hips and adjusting the straps on your shoulders.

“Are you really going to wear that?” he asked while gesturing his phone at you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Seems like overkill maybe.”

Jungkook was your best friend of almost seven years. Seven years filled with happiness, sadness, and sometimes downright aggravation. Like now.

“It’s not that kind of party, _____, it’s chill.” He paused for a second and chewed his lip. “Is Cheol going to be there?”

You suddenly stopped mid-waist as you were pulling the dress back off. Jungkook had seen every which version of you there was to see. His favorite was high _____ trying to get to the bathroom before she wet her pants. Any shyness you had around Jungkook in the beginning was replaced by blind trust and a totally comfortable space around him. You had met Jungkook at a very similar party. He had tried to hook up with you and you had turned him down with such drunken gusto that he was immediately taken with you romantic or not. Later that night when your friend had, naturally, left you to go with some guy, you were stuck on the front lawn, mascara running from cry laughing at Jin’s dumb jokes, missing a left shoe, and a little hopeless. He sidled up to you as you scrolled through your contacts trying to figure out how to get home.

“Need help?” he asked after clearing his throat.

You had looked up at him, sneered, and went right back to scrolling.

His eyebrows shot up into his hair in amusement, a small smile forming on his face. He then leaned down closer to you and was looking at your phone screen.

“Can I help you?” you had slurred as you hid the screen against your chest.

“Let me get you home. Your friend obviously left you.”

You bent over, eyes crossing as you imitated the Spongebob meme.

“YoUr FrIeNd oBviOuSly lEft YoU. No shit Sherlock.”

You hadn’t expected him to start laughing so hard. Soon, he was unable to breathe, red faced as tears streamed down his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” You hadn’t expected him to answer. His laughter had him clutching his stomach in mock agony.

“I think I’m in love with you, let’s go,” he had said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you along behind him.

And that was how you became friends with Jungkook. It had all started with a pass that turned into hanging out and playing video games every weekend, to sleepovers, and then to practically living together despite having your own apartments. Your current boyfriend was not happy with the fact that Jungkook was with you most of the time.

“He’ll be there.”

You saw him bristle.

“Why do you like him?”

“Jungkook, not this again.”

Time and time again, Jungkook had seen you come home a little broken. At first, he thought maybe it was a tiny argument. You’d shrug off any concerns he had and told him you were just tired. He would watch you as you walked, shoulders slumped, and disappear into your room. The next day you would be perfectly fine, talking to him as if things were just as they should be. Then you started coming home, eyes puffy from crying and wiping your nose on your hand. Again, he’d ask you if everything was okay. ‘Just a little fight.’ He started to worry, but you told him everything would be okay. Months passed and you became withdrawn. The life left your eyes, your smile faded, and you started to spend more time at your apartment alone or with Cheol. Whenever he would go to your apartment in search of you and Cheol was there, he would either find a way to get rid of Jungkook or sulk behind you when Jungkook pushed passed him. Either way, Jungkook knew he was isolating you from him. Any attempt to talk to you would turn into an argument.

One day, you came into Jungkook’s office with a busted lip, fresh tears that were drying over the others, and holding your arms across your stomach defensively. He had jumped up from his chair and rounded his desk, reaching behind you to slam the door before grabbing you by the shoulders.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded. Anger was hot in his veins. He was shaking with it.

You began to cry harder as your head met his chest and all he could think of doing right now was keeping you as safe as possible, whatever that meant. He held you tightly, encased you in his arms, probably for the first time in months, he realized. You seemed smaller, skinnier, and all around weaker. His hand came up to your head and he noticed your once shiny, sleek hair was now lackluster and thin. Something else was wrong here.

“Please,” he whispered, “tell me what is wrong.”

“Cheol…,” you had whispered. But that was all he needed to hear.

“I’m going to kill him.”

You were suddenly defensive. Pushing him away you stepped back.

“It was my fault,” you stuttered. “I shouldn’t have tried to argue with him. Really, Jungkook, I deserved it.”

His heart shattered into a million pieces. His once beautiful, full of life best friend was falling into the clutches of abuse and she was pushing him away.

“Let me help you,” his voice wavered as he tentatively held out his hand.

“I don’t need you, Jungkook,” you had spat bitterly.

Before he had any more time to react, you were out of his door, and down the stairs. He had wanted nothing more than to chase after you, but he knew if he wanted to keep some type of watch on you, he’d have to back off.

And he was right. A few weeks later you texted him telling him everything was okay, and you wanted to hang out again. You still looked dull and sad, but he tried his best to stay out of your business in order to keep you close.

You pulled a black dress from your closet and started to pull it on.

“Things are better. Really. We talked it out and he’s gotten better.”

All Jungkook could do was scoff. Once an asshole, always an asshole. That’s what he really wanted to say but he opted to just stay silent.

“Don’t come if you’re just gonna be a grouch the whole time.”

“Fuck you, I’m going,” he said as he laid back against your bed.

“Be nice.”

“I’m always nice. Unless someone wants to start shit with me, I’m going to behave myself.” He went back to scrolling through his phone. “And wear that one.”

He didn’t once look at you, but you sighed and decided you were tired of trying on clothes anyway as you continued to get ready. Thirty minutes later and you walked up to the front door of Hobi’s house together. As soon as you stepped inside Cheol was at your side, grabbing your upper arm and leading you towards the kitchen for drinks. You looked back at Jungkook who was still standing in the doorway, eyes locked with yours. You saw fear and sadness there. All at once you felt angry, but his fear was shared. You were angry that Jungkook didn’t trust you, angry that Cheol treated you poorly, but would then be so loving…it was your fault somehow.

“Let me get you a drink,” Cheol said, releasing your arm. He didn’t hold you as hard as usual. That was good. He probably wasn’t mad that you walked in with Jungkook.

“How was your day?” you asked. He never asked you first. He either waited for you to say something or he would immediately jump into something that had happened to him. Nine times out of ten, when you started to talk about your day, he would cut you off. It got to the point where you didn’t even try anymore. That’s when you would text Jungkook, or call if Cheol left, and he would listen and try to give advice the best he could. He’d always end the conversation with a ‘I love you. Please tell me if you need help.’ You would halfheartedly affirm him that you would before hanging up. You were too embarrassed to let Jungkook into your real life now. If he knew, he’d try to get you to leave. You were happy. The bad days weren’t as often, but they didn’t exactly go away either.

“Ah, you know,” he said while he made your drink, but never looked up at you. He never did. “Just another day with those bastards that think they can tell me how to do my job.”

According to him, everyone at his office were idiots, yet he rubbed noses with them every day. You just hummed to let him know you heard but didn’t offer any words. He never wanted advice and he sure as hell didn’t want to hear about you.

“Let’s go,” he said while handing you a drink. He turned without a backwards glance, expecting you to follow dutifully. Which you did. He walked up to a circle of his friends and began chatting immediately, ignoring the fact that you were even there.

You sipped awkwardly on your drink as you scanned the room. You were very much on the outside of the circle, cut off by shoulders that were all above your head. You’d have to duck in between them if you wanted to say anything. Not that they wanted you to contribute. That’s when you spotted Jimin. About that time, he also saw you and began to wave emphatically. You met Jimin at the coffee shop you frequented before classes and you both soon were on the same coffee schedule, expecting to see the other every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. You’d stand in line together and talk about your weekend, classes, and whatever came up. You found out you had a similar friend in Hobi a couple of weeks into your friendship and soon began seeing him at his parties. You considered Jimin a good friend and his infectious laugh always brought a smile to your face. His eyes disappeared as he smiled harder, waving you over. Of course, you went on your own accord. Cheol didn’t even notice that you had walked away.

Minutes passed, you weren’t counting because when Jimin was telling you about some ridiculous group project he was in, time didn’t matter. Without noticing, Jimin had nonchalantly draped his arm across your shoulders as he laughed and talked. You didn’t think anything of it and neither did he. His face was red from the alcohol and he was laughing so hard, drool escaped the corner of his mouth, causing you to double over. He was still attached to you as you both bent over in laughter. On your vacant side, you felt four sharp fingernails dig into your upper arm. You yelped as you were yanked away. Jimin stumbled back in surprise but kept his footing.

“What are you doing?” Cheol seethed. His eyes were on Jimin and if looks could kill, Jimin would be dead and turned to dust on the floor.

Jimin’s eyes shifted to your terror filled ones. You willed Jimin to relent. Please don’t say anything, you begged internally.

He didn’t even spare Cheol a look as he looked directly at you.

“_____ are you okay?”

This time Cheol looked at you. You could feel the anger roiling off him. It heated your skin and made you dizzy. Your knees were locked and cutting off your blood supply. The room swirled a little as you shrank in fear.

“And what were you doing?” He almost spat in your face. His fingers dug harder into your arm and you felt the first tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Please not here,” you begged as you tried to pry his fingers from your arm.

That only made him angrier. People were starting to notice and look at you. Jimin was sobering up quickly and was about to say something again when you heard it.

Your mind was hazy as your thoughts raced, trying to figure out every possible solution to this situation. It was a growl? Roar? You weren’t sure what it was at first, but it was loud. Someone was very, very angry. You could hear them yell, deep and guttural, somewhere close by.

“You fucking son of a bitch, don’t fucking touch her!”

That’s when Cheol’s gripped was ripped from you. He was still holding tightly, and his fingernails dug painfully into your skin, but he soon lost his grip and you were sent to the side. When you could catch your bearings, you righted yourself to figure out what the hell had just happened. Jungkook stood, fists clenched and the knuckles on his right hand a bloody pink. You had never seen him with that look before, at least never directed at you. Hatred. Pure, unadulterated hatred is how you would describe it. His eyes were black, and anger burned there. Suddenly, his soft features you loved so much were sharp and menacing. This was a Jungkook you didn’t know and one you didn’t wish to encounter again. His chest heaved as he breathed hard, trying to contain himself as Cheol scrambled up from the floor and launched himself at Jungkook. You screamed as he collided with Jungkook’s chest, shoving him backwards, but Jungkook was good on his feet. He managed to keep his hands on Cheol’s shoulders, stepping back in time with him as his back connected with the closest wall. Cheol tried to take a swing at Jungkook, but he was too drunk to aim correctly. Jungkook dodged him easily before he landed a punch to his stomach. He stumbled backwards, coughing, but either the alcohol or sheer stupidity had him standing up somewhat tall in the face of a fuming Jungkook. Jungkook clearly had not been drinking as he stood his ground steadily, waiting for Cheol to make a move.

“You want that slut,” Cheol sneered, pointing a shaky finger at you. “You can have her. I used her all up anyway.”

You thought that Jungkook was going to explode like a star and take everyone with him. His gaze darkened as he surged forward, grabbed a stunned Cheol by his collar and literally swept him off his feet with one kick of his foot, and began dragging him through the house. The crowd parted like a fog around a car, immediately closing in on them so they could see what Jungkook was about to do. The crowd piled out of the front door after them as Jungkook drug a kicking Cheol down the front steps. You tried to push passed all the people, but the crowd was closing in and you were desperate to get outside. When you were able to make it out the front door and to the porch you saw Jungkook drop Cheol on the front lawn before sitting on his chest. You saw his fist raise and before you could intervene as you stumbled down the steps, you heard the sickening crack as he connected with his face.

You could not believe this was happening right now. Jungkook had really lost his mind.

“You don’t love her, stupid mother fucker,” Jungkook growled as he grasped his shirt in his left fist and raised his fist once more.

Crack.

You winced and turned away as Jungkook yet again, connected with Cheol’s face.

His fist came back into the air, bloody, skin split, but he didn’t even seem to notice as he directed his anger on Cheol.

“And you’re sure as hell never touching her again.”

This time, the hit sounded wet. When you looked back, you could tell Cheol was out cold.

“Jungkook, please!” you called out. At the sound of your voice Jungkook froze and seemed to snap out of it. He turned and looked at your pained expression as you begged him to stop. He dropped his hand and looked down at Cheol’s bloody face.

Hobi came running from inside the house, leaping off the porch in one bound and was pulling Jungkook off him.

“What the fuck, Jungkook?!” Hobi was looking from him to Cheol to assess the damage.

Cheol’s friends were now surrounding as Hobi pulled Jungkook away from the scene, sternly telling him he needed to leave before another fight broke out and he called the cops.

That’s when you knew you had a decision to make.

Cheol lay completely still in the grass, left eye swelling, and blood pouring from his bottom lip. If you guessed correctly, his nose was probably broken too. You were finally able to see him for who he truly was; a manipulative bastard that never loved you but wanted you to himself. He was ugly inside and out and all it took was seeing him finally being reduced to nothing. Gone was the “tough” exterior of Cheol. Your eyes met Jungkook’s from across the yard. He still looked angry, but you saw fear there too. He saw your eyes flicker to Cheol again and he knew you were trying to decide between the two. He didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t at least act like you were going to walk his way. But you had already decided. Cheol had his “friends”. They all fussed over him now deciding who was going to take him to the ER. None of them even turned to find you. You walked past the group and straight into the arms of Jungkook.

“Let’s go home,” he said shakily. His adrenaline was ebbing, and he was starting to feel the repercussions of his actions.

Ten minutes into the thirty minute walk and you were reduced to a sobbing mess. The night and all the things leading up to it were easily being stored away as they happened, as your brain always did to protect you. But now that there was a whole added element of worry you weren’t expecting, you didn’t know how to feel so naturally you began to panic. On top of that, your feet were starting to bleed from your heels. The entire time, Jungkook was next to you, arm around your waist as you walked. He was the one that needed help walking, not you, yet here he was making sure you were okay.

“Hey, everything’s okay,” he whispered as he stopped.

Your body felt spent as if you had stayed up for hours on end; exhaustion finally settling into your bones. After the initial shock had settled, you suddenly feared for Jungkook, knowing what Cheol was capable of doing.

“Jungkook…,” you cried. You reached down and pulled your heels off. On top of being frustrated, scared, and tired your feet were in so much pain you could barely stand it.

He looked down and sighed.

“Oh, baby…,” he said sympathetically.

The sentiment made your heart skip a beat, but it was something you could think about later. He waited until you were upright before he scooped you up bridal style.

“Jungkook, you don’t have-,” you started before he cut you off with a ‘shh’. You looked down at his bloody knuckles, the skin very angry in some spots where he split them open. He paid no mind as he held you close, and you let your head fall against his shoulder. His breathing was steady as he carried you and he didn’t say a word the whole way. In no time, he was buzzing into your building and carrying you up the stairs. He only sat you down at your door so you could fish out your key. Once inside, he ensured the door was locked and the window leading to the fire escape.

“We gotta clean up your hand,” you said almost robotically as you moved on instinct towards the bathroom.

“____,” he said while reaching out to stop you and you flinched.

For the second time, you broke his heart as you jumped as if he were going to hit you.

“It’s okay,” he reassured as he ran his hand down your hair.

You started to cry again, but this time you didn’t feel as if the panic would consume and kill you. You felt bad for Jungkook.

You didn’t say anything as you guided him to the bathroom and he sat down on the edge of the tub as you pulled a first aid kit out from the cabinet. You sat on the toilet, knees to knees, as you grabbed his hand and sat it on your thigh. Grabbing a washcloth, you held it next to his hand as you carefully poured peroxide over the cuts. He watched you intently as you focused on the work at hand. In the moments Jungkook had you away from Cheol was when that fake exterior would start to melt little by little. When you were around Jungkook, you relaxed and were yourself. He’d see old pieces of you come back from time to time and he felt like he got his best friend back, until you went home to him. He felt angry again as he thought about what Cheol took away from him, what he took away from you, but he kept it to himself as you reached for antibacterial cream and some butterfly band-aids.

“What were you thinking?” you finally whispered.

You were still working slowly, paying attention to each knuckle.

What was he thinking? Part of him was blinded by anger and the other part knew exactly what it was doing. He wanted to beat the shit out of Cheol, had wanted to for quite some time. This time he was able to witness him put his hands on you, so he felt justified.

“I didn’t like seeing you get hurt,” he mumbled. He was embarrassed now, but he didn’t regret what he had done.

“Oh, Jungkook,” you sighed as you reached for some gauze to wrap his hand.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.” This wasn’t out of the ordinary for Jungkook to say, but the air felt different. There was a tension you could taste, and you felt Jungkook struggling to say something.

“I could be so much better to you.” He sounded as if he were going to cry. “You don’t deserve to be treated that way, _____. Please tell me you’ll leave him. I’m scared for you.”

You felt him looking at your face now and you were almost afraid to look at him as you put the final touches on his hand. His eyes were pleading when you finally looked at him.

If you couldn’t love him back, he at least wanted you to promise him that you’d leave the asshole.

He was right. All this time when he tried to keep you close and you pushed him away, he was in fear for your life. The person you thought should care for you could not care less, and the person that loved you the most was a phone call away and your best friend. You were blind to what you had when Cheol made himself the center of your universe. But Jungkook was loyal when he didn’t need to be, always there when you needed to fall into his arms no matter how much it hurt to see you walk out of his door.

Many nights he’d cry knowing you were going back into the clutches of Cheol and he was helpless to do anything. He’d daydream about killing Cheol or waiting for him to get off work and punch him in the face as he tried to get in his car. Yes, he was thinking extremely, but he was afraid.

Tonight was the last straw for Jungkook.

“I’d never hurt you, ____,” he said, lowly, defeated.

You loooked at the front of his jacket, focused on his buttons as you tried to distract yourself.

“I love you, too,” you murmured.

Jungkook leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your temple, and the top of your cheekbone. Your eyes fluttered shut as he softly placed his hands under your jaw, holding you gently, fingers barely grazing your skin as he kissed across your nose. You leaned your face into one of his hands and he took the moment to tilt your face upwards as he placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I want to show you what love should feel like, _____,” he whispered against your lips, but he wasn’t touching you.

You shivered. It had been so long since someone treated you this way and honestly it scared you. If you mess up something would he be mad at you? You felt as if you were always doing something wrong.

He seemed to feel your apprehension and sighed, not out of frustration, but a sadness he couldn’t seem to shake. Cheol had effectively beaten you basically to nothing, mostly mentally. He wanted to be angry again, but he needed to hold back for you.

He placed his lips softly against yours, not expecting anything from you. He let you take your time as you kissed him back. Happiness began to bubble in his chest as you reciprocated his feelings.

This felt right. Jungkook wasn’t rushing you. He didn’t expect anything from you. He wasn’t demanding you to pleasure him. He let you lead as you kissed him. It heated fast as you sat a little straighter and wrapped an arm around his neck. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, but the limited space in the bathroom and your legs kept him from getting much closer.

He stood swiftly, bringing you with him and guided you to your room, working on muscle memory as he focused on you the whole way. You felt shy under his gaze since half the time Cheol didn’t even want to look at you. He studied you as if you would fall apart at any moment. His fingers intwined with yours and he was gentle. He didn’t reach for your wrist or your arm or grip you so tightly that his fingers dug into your skin. You began to relax little by little as he stood you in front of your bed. He reached for the hem of your dress and looked at you for permission. You nodded slowly as he started to pull the dress up passed your hips and you raised your arms to help him. He stopped and removed his jacket and then his jeans followed by his shirt, putting you on equal ground.

“Are you okay?” He seemed genuinely concerned as he kept his movements slow, not wanting to startle or rush you. He ran his hand softly up your arm and squeezed your shoulder gently before pulling you into his warm embrace. The skin on skin contact comforted you and it brought back memories of nights snuggled up next to Jungkook before Cheol came into your life and ruined that. For the first time in months you didn’t feel scared or useless. Jungkook’s actions said it all.

He held you there for a few moments, ensuring you were okay. He knew you were vulnerable and didn’t want you to think he was taking advantage of you.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

You felt a small sob get stuck in your throat.

“You’re wonderful, and smart, and the most adventurous person I know. Remember the first we did something together out of town? You convinced me to go ghost hunting at that abandoned hospital and all we found was a family of raccoons and a homeless guy.”

He laughed as a you giggled a little, sniffing, and smiling as you remembered Jungkook’s screams when the raccoon walked up behind him.

He ran his fingers through your hair and massaged the back of your head as you leaned against his chest.

“I love the way you look in the morning when you first wake up, like a steamed bun.”

You laughed again.

“Or the way you sing in the shower. I must say you have improved over the years. I love when you put my blanket in the dryer before I come over and it’s cold out. Those ham sandwiches?! I don’t know what you put on them, but I’d fight a kid over one if I had to.”

Your laugh was music. This is what he wanted. He wanted all of you. He wanted you to know that all of you was worth having, that you meant something, a human being deserving of love. He had loved you for years, but your friendship meant more to him than his silly feelings. Seeing you suffer made him regret not saying anything sooner.

“Can I show you?” he asked.

You knew what he meant. He didn’t have to say more as you pulled him into another kiss in affirmation. He reached behind you, snapping the clasp easily, and slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders, letting it fall. He had seen you naked hundreds of times for various reasons, but never this. Now, you were in front of him giving yourself to him and he was elated to get the chance. He cupped your breast lightly and squeezed a little, testing your limits. You moaned and leaned into him, nipping at his bottom lip. He moaned into the kiss as you buried your hands in his hair. He then wrapped his arms around you, gently laying you back amongst the blankets without breaking the kiss. He kissed the underside of your jaw, nipped gently at the skin of your neck, and placed small kisses to your breast before wrapping his lips around your nipple. Your skin tingled as he sucked gently and ran his tongue over it. Your whines spurred him on as you held on tighter and arched your back into him. He caressed every inch of skin he could reach. The soft gauze tickled across your skin as his hand glided down to your thigh. He directed his kisses between your chest now, kissing down your stomach. He was worshipping your body the way it was meant to be. He noticed some older bruises sprinkled across your skin and made sure to kiss every single one, soothing your anxiety. His fingers caught in the band of your underwear and pulled them down. Using the back of his hand, he pushed gently against your inner thigh and you spread your legs for him. You felt shy, but all once wholly comfortable. He had seen the best and worst parts of you, what was one more thing? This felt intimate in a different way, on a deeper level. He understood your body before he even got to touch you. Hands gripping the insides of your thighs, he kissed along the flesh there.

Some years ago, you were standing in the kitchen washing dishes, wearing one of Jungkook’s discarded shirts, and a pair of shorts. He had walked in to give you a glass when he looked down and ran his finger up a stretch mark on your thigh.

“I like these,” he had said with a smile before walking from the room.

The memory warmed you now as he placed wet kisses to the dimpled and marked expanse of your thighs. He blew a stream of warm air over your wet center and you moaned and shuddered. You tried closing your legs so you could feel some friction, but he kept your thighs apart with a firm hand. He moved his hands further up your inner thighs, almost cupping your sex as he flattened his hands and spread you to get a better look.

“You’re fucking beautiful, ____. You know that right?”

He watched your face twist as he teased you. Knowing that you wanted him had him grinding his own hips into the blanket. No. He wanted to feel you around him before he reached any sort of end. He licked up your center and you moaned gutturally, grabbing at your own breasts as you bent your knees to frame his head. He kept you spread as he covered you with his mouth, tongue dancing along your clit. Your juices mixed with his spit and his chin practically dripped with it all. He had never tasted anything better. The sounds you were giving him were like an orchestra of angels. He wanted you to feel his adoration as he ate you out with fervor. He dipped his tongue inside of you and soon his name was rolling off your tongue like raindrops.

“A-ah, Jungkook,” you sighed as he inserted his middle finger inside of you.

You swallowed him in a velvety wetness that had his cock twitching amongst the cotton, and he ground his hips, moaning into your cunt as he thought about you swallowing his cock. You cried out as his moans stimulated something inside of you that had you teetering on the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm. Cheol never bothered to do this to you. He either used your mouth or your cunt, whether you came or not. You couldn’t remember the last time you had an orgasm. Jungkook was moaning more now, working his finger up inside of you, and suckling at your swollen clit. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe as your body tensed, orgasm hitting you with a force you hadn’t felt in a while. He continued licking and lapping at you as if he wanted every drop, nudging his perfectly sloped nose into your sensitive clit.

“P-please,” you stuttered. You watched him through half closed eyes as he took a few long licks up your cunt before licking his own lips and smiling at you. He reached for your hands, intertwining your fingers as he kissed up your stomach again.

He let go of your hand to push your hair off your sweaty forehead and placed a kiss on the end of your nose.

“Please what?” he asked you before placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Make love to me?”

His eyes slid shut slowly as he replayed the phrase a thousand times in quick successions. He was kissing you again. Passionately. He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the head up and down your slit, coating the tip. You moaned and circled your hips wanting more of him. He pushed in slowly, face nestled into your neck, committing to memory every feeling he was experiencing right now.

“I love you so much, ____,” he murmured against your skin.

Your fingernails dug into the skin of his back, the other hand tangled in his hair and holding him against your chest.

“Fuck, Jungkook, oh my god.” You were gasping as he stretched you and reached places Cheol only thought he could. “I love you.”

He pressed into you further as he brought his stomach down to yours. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass trying to get him even deeper. He grunted as he began to slowly thrust into you, concentrating on not coming too soon.

You ground your hips upwards, rotating just a little with each thrust. Your hand slipped along his back as sweat formed on his skin. His breathing quickened as he thrust faster and faster. His fingers were intwined with yours, your hand on the pillow above you while his other arm was reached underneath you and holding the hair at your nape.

“F-fuck-k.” You had him stuttering as you squeezed around him. For years he wondered what you felt like, jealous of any guy you were dating but too chicken shit to ask you out himself. Now you were here, still trusting him to protect you, and giving yourself fully.

“I want you to come, baby.” He gripped your hair hard and you moaned. Your fingers tightened in his and he felt so euphoric he wouldn’t even have cared if he didn’t get to come, but you had him so hungry for you that he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. He released your hair to bring his hand between the two of you and pressing a couple of fingers against your clit.

You gasped loudly as he began to circle your clit slowly and then faster and faster. Your toes curled inwards and you dug yours heels even harder into him as he snapped his hips against you quickly. He skillfully moved his fingers on your clit while biting the space beneath your ear. You were seeing stars before your eyes rolled back and you were forced to close them. You could swear that your body was checking out. You felt high and Jungkook was your drug of choice. He felt you tighten around him and he could practically feel your impending orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, come on my cock. God I wanna make you feel like this forever.”

The sincerity in his voice, his cock brushing every erogenous zone there was, and his fingers sent your orgasm soaring. Electricity seemed to flow from where you were connected to your limbs where your fingers and toes tingled.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook breathed as he quickened his thrusts. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” His voice almost became a whine as he thrust harder and harder, hand gripping your waist, and singing praises about you against your skin.

You felt his cum as he filled you up. His moan was long and deep, thrusting, and milking himself inside of you. You were his now and he wasn’t letting you go.

When the stimulation became too much, he stilled inside of you. His breathing started to even out and soon the only sounds was your soft breathing. After a few minutes had passed and you had suspected him to be drifting, he sat up and looked down at you.

“Let me protect you,” he said softly, voice trailing off at the end.

You believed him. You relaxed for the first time in what felt like months. You could finally be yourself with no repercussions and Jungkook was adamant in making you feel as loved as possible. You tried to hold back your tears but the dam broke when he looked at you so lovingly.

“Baby, _____,” he cooed as he used his thumb to brush away a few tears.

You clung to him desperately, feeling as if he were to let go, you’d be exposed to more harm. He shifted to his side and pulled you into his chest, drawing his legs inwards to curl you even closer to him.

“Don’t leave me,” you whispered. He could hear the fear laced in your tone. His heart ached and tightened in his chest.

“Never,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

It wouldn’t be easy getting you back to the carefree person he once knew, but he was willing to take the time. Being there for you had always been his focus, so a little setback was all he needed to be with you that much more. His wish was for you to get your confidence back, to see you dancing in the kitchen while making pancakes, and to see that sparkle in your eye when you looked at him. It would take time, but for you, he was willing to wait an eternity.

[britt-writes]

hi lovely i have a request for you because youre work is absolutely amazing aHH ! could you maybe so some headcanons/oneshot on lucas making his gf cry cause he's getting all pissed with his computer n is getting angry and then accidentally takes it out on his gf?? there's no pressure at all, I really do love your work and I'm so happy you write for Lucas <33

Thank you so so much, I really appreciate it, and I'm happy to do this request for you! I went for a little drabble with this one. Hopefully, I didn't make you wait too long for it. 💕 (I added a cut since it was getting a bit long and, and I don't want to invade people's dashes.)

Prompt: Lucas making his girlfriend cry

Drabble title: Poor Choice of Words

Word Count: 2008

With the semester coming to a close, you found yourself balls deep in what felt like never-ending exams to study for and detailed research papers to type. Needless to say that the hefty accumulation of college work had been piling up on you, leaving you stressed and fatigued, ultimately leaving you with no motivation or desire to get work done; just this huge blank whenever you stared at your books.

Barely able to hold yourself together with this massive headache from the free-for-all death match your thoughts were having up there, you were in desperate need of some quiet and rest. You were sure that you’d eventually break down if you didn’t.

Lucas was nice enough to let you get that quiet you needed, letting you take over his bed to nap and rest your head and eyes while he tapped away on his computer. He kept it down, which you appreciated. He’d always been the strong, silent type of guy. The only noises you could hear were the clicking of his keyboard and his foot tapping at the ground—a little tic of his, being rather fidgety.

You hadn’t quite fallen asleep, being quite restless, but you did occasionally lull in and out of consciousness. Maybe it was the damn heat wave that hit Dulvey that kept you up, or maybe it was your headache, but nonetheless, it felt nice to lie down and do nothing, worrying about nothing.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you had decided to lie down in your lover’s bed, but as the seconds ticked by, you could hear Lucas’ foot tapping becoming faster, seemingly aggressive. His fingers had also joined in, just tapping at the desk.

You didn’t think much of it at first, brushing it off as Lucas simply being his regular, fidgety self; he’d probably stop in a minute or so. But then you heard a low growl from him, followed by a series of curses muttered underneath his breath.

“C'mon, ya slow piece o’ shit,” you heard him say.

Shifting around, you faced him, opening your eyes. Lucas was having some issues with his computer, and one quick glance showed that his programs and even cursor were running at abysmally sluggish speeds. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t heard it at first, but his computer’s fans were loud as hell, probably working their asses off. When was the last time Lucas cleaned them? The poor old box computer sounded like it was suffering.

“Motherfucker!” Lucas suddenly yelled out, nearly jolting you out of your skin.

You flinched as he began smacking the computer, making you sit up on the bed as you stared at Lucas while his patience ran thinner with every passing second. You remained still and quiet, worried about his state of anger, but also unsure if you should intervene in an attempt to get him to simmer down. Truth be told, you hated watching people get angry, even if the anger wasn’t directed at you; it put you in a state of anxiety, wanting nothing more to keep the situation from escalating further.

“Aw, what the hell?! What now?!” He yelled as his screen seemed to freeze.

“Um, hey, babe?” You intervened, sounding very meek.

He didn’t reply, continuing to aggressively fumble with his computer, still spewing insults and curses at the device. Maybe that should have been your cue to leave Lucas be, but you didn’t take it, wanting to help him.

“Babe?” You said again, a little louder this time in case he hadn’t heard you the first time over the sound of his own voice.

“What?” Lucas said rather sharply.

“Do you want me to help or something? How about you turn it off and try cleaning the fans to start off? Then, maybe-”

Lucas whirled around to face you, the annoyed look on his face immediately shutting you up.

“What the fuck would yer dumbass know? Shit’s already fucked, so I don’t need it worsenin’. I don’t need yer fuckin’ help, so mind yer goddamn business,” he said before going back to his computer, not paying you any further mind.

You had never been on the receiving end of Lucas’ outbursts until now. Maybe you were being too sensitive, but you couldn’t help the tears threatening to fall. Sure, you and Lucas have insulted each other plenty of times in the past, but it was all obvious playful banter and teasing between the two of you with no ill intentions. This time around, he held this dead serious expression and tone, making you feel like he actually thought that of you.

Lucas was short-tempered, prone to outbursts at the slightest inconvenience, and you knew that he ran his mouth faster than his brain during those moments. He often did or said things that he didn’t truly mean, letting his anger get the best of him. He probably hadn’t even realized what he said, but that still didn’t mean that you didn’t feel as if your heart shattered in millions of pieces at his poor choice of words.

Wordlessly, you lied back down, facing the wall as you curled up underneath the blankets. A few tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried your best to keep quiet, not wanting to make a scene. You just hoped that Lucas would soon enough calm down on his own accord.

~~~~~~

He’d say that a little over half an hour had passed since his computer started acting up, but Lucas had since abandoned the device to fool around on his phone, feet propped atop his desk. At least he was distancing himself from the source of his anger.

Maybe about a year ago, Lucas would still be fuming and smashing things around his room, but ever since you came into his life, he’s been getting better at taking breaks, not fixating on whatever was irritating him in order to cool down a bit. You were there to comfort him, listen to his venting and clear his head.

Overall, a model lover with the patience of a saint to deal with him— Lucas himself would be the first to say it.

So, why the fuck did he yell at you the way he did earlier? He absolutely hated any asshole who dared make you upset; Lucas always promised to make quick work of anybody who hurt you, and all you had to do was say the word.

But now, Lucas was the one to feel like the biggest shithead ever.

Earlier feelings of fury were slowly being replaced by regret, which was an odd feeling. It was a first for him; he’s never really given a shit enough to feel regret or shame for his actions, even when he knew that he was in the wrong. But it felt different when it involved you. Maybe he still felt anger, anger at himself for treating you like shit when all you wanted to do was help him because you cared.

You were already stressed enough in the first place with all the work you had to do, and Lucas wasn’t helping by taking out his anger on you. It was an accident; he really regretted it.

Looking back at you, Lucas saw that you were still curled on his bed. You hadn’t said anything in the last half hour, so he wondered if you had fallen asleep, though you may just be ignoring him after the things he said. He didn’t like that thought, but he knew he deserved it.

He could feel panic settling in his chest— what if he fucked up for good? What if you drew the line there? What if this was the moment you realized you could do better than him? What if you walked out on him?

Those ‘what if’ questions made him nauseated. Lucas was shit at showing it, but you were his entire world. This relationship was his only motivation to even bother trying in life. Without you, he was sure that he’d either end up thrown into the streets or in jail— just some loser with no chance in hell to make it.

He had to calm the fuck down, he thought. He knew damn well that having an internal breakdown over something that was his fault in the first place wasn’t going to get him anywhere.

He stood up from his chair, cautiously approaching his bed, almost unsure of what he should do. It was like he was second-guessing himself— maybe he should let you sleep it off.

But Lucas ultimately decided to join you in bed, slowly scooting against you and draping his arm over your waist. He already felt like shit, but the feeling only worsened when he felt you flinch, and after an uncomfortable minute of silence, Lucas finally found it in himself to say something.

“Are ya mad at me?” He asked.

And he wanted nothing more than to ram his head against drywall, not impressed with the way he chose to open up.

“Are you mad at me?” You countered in a shaky tone that split his heart in two.

“Wasn’t mad at ya… jus’ the computer,” he said.

“Do you really think I’m dumb?” You asked, voice nearly inaudible.

“C'mon baby, y'know I don’t,” he said.

The silence on your end was goddamn unnerving, absolutely stressing him out. As the seconds ticked by, Lucas could feel his breathing become ragged and heavy, the atmosphere making him increasingly more anxious.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, realizing that he should have said that in the first place.

Lucas didn’t remember the last time he apologized to someone. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he ever did in his lifetime.

“I just wanted to help,” you said, voice quivering. “But you just yelled at me instead.”

And then the sobs came; Lucas could feel your body shake against him. Oh, God. He made you cry. Lucas didn’t think it was possible for him to feel any shittier at the moment, but here he was.

“No-no-no-no— don’t cry,” Lucas shushed, holding you tighter and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, baby,” he apologized again. “I know ya just wanted to help, 'cause yer just the sweetest thing out there.”

“You looked so serious… like you really meant it,” you managed to say through choked up cries. “I feel like I’m the stupidest bother to you.”

“Didn’t mean a goddamn word of it. I know it ain’t no excuse, but I wasn’t thinkin’ right. Aw, shit— I’m the stupid piece o’ crap here. Yer hella smart, darlin’; there ain’t one part o’ ya that’s dumb,” he said. “Y'know I love ya, right?”

You were taking your sweet time to respond, making Lucas all the more anxious. He thought that he had royally fucked up beyond repair.

“Do you… d'ya still love me?” He asked, finding himself ridiculously pathetic for asking such a thing; the shakiness in his tone didn’t help either.

“Of course I do,” you said.

Lucas found some relief in the swift response at his question— no stuttering, no vague answers, no skipped beat. Your crying had also started to die down.

“So, you ain’t gonna, ya know, leave or somethin’?” He asked.

“No. I wouldn’t break up with you over something like this. It’s not worth our entire relationship,” you said. “I’m just a little sad over it. It’s… not really fun getting yelled at by someone you love, you know?”

Lucas nodded. “Yeah.”

Of course nobody liked getting into fights with their loved ones. He sure as hell knew that he’d blow a fuse if you yelled and insulted him the way he had.

“I have anger issues…” he mumbled.

“I know,” you said. “But you’re not as bad as you used to be.”

Lucas could only promise to get better going forward, and with your encouragement, he was sure that he’d be able to do it. But he’d have to try hard, and he knew it.

“Y'ave been hella stressed lately. Want me to help you study later, or somethin’?” He offered.

“If you have time, that’d motivate me.”

“Yeah, I got time. Don’t got much to do in the first place.”

You turned around to face him, wiping the remainder of your tears and offering a small smile before pressing your lips against his in a soft, sweet kiss. You then nuzzled Lucas’ chest as he cradled you protectively against him.

Apology accepted.

[lisinfleur]

MOTHERFUCKER

The request:

Author’s Notes | When I first wrote "Hey Daddy" for you, I remember I did the best I could to create the sweetest environment and the cutest scenes with Hvitserk and the child of that fiction, trying as much as I could to avoid the Reader showing any kind of love involvement with Hvitserk exactly because I wanted that to be a paternal/parental fiction as you asked me to. I even included a love relationship for him with Thora, a child to come, a great friendship... I wanted to portray the most familiar scene I could.

And I did it all because I remember I felt your sadness with his deployment. I felt the weight of your heart and I wanted with all my soul to soothe your pain.

Then he comes and ruins it. Then he comes and steps over it.

I feel like someone who cared so much for a flower just to see a bastard running over it with a car. And this fiction is the reflection of what I wanted to do with your bastard of a husband for what he did to my precious flower.

However, even crushed, it is still my flower. Even hurt, it is still my flower. And I know it's strong enough to grow back. I know you are strong enough to surpass this, love. I know, with the time and the right amount of care and love, you will bloom again. I believe in you, my sweet sweetheart. And I'll be here whenever you need, for anything I can.

I love you with all my heart. And I'll be praying to the gods to make you happy and avoiding myself from praying Thor to smite him dead!

Special thanks to @honestsycrets for helping me with the editing (and having my back during a breakdown over my English skills. You’re my everything, babe!)

Universe |Vikings

Pairing | Sigurd x Reader (implicit)

Info |Viking Age AU, requested by anon

Words | 4471

⁑ Warnings: This is part two of the fiction "Hey Daddy". If you liked the environment of the last part, I strongly suggest you stop there. This fiction will ruin the beautiful picture its previous part built AS FUCK, but reality sucks sometimes. And I'm glad we have fiction as a safe space to give some motherfuckers what they deserve (without going to jail for it).

ANGST, Betrayal, Cheating Husband, cursing, tw: homophobic/offensive slang use, mentions to violence, blood, and wounds. Caution is required: the following content may be triggering!

"Hey, dada! Lovu!"

When did everything turn that way?

A few months ago, Hvitserk was in your yard, your little girl beside him, both waving at your husband on Hvitserk's cell phone. Now, the sudden distance between the two of you completely ruined his plans of seeing your children growing together.

He never thought you would break apart from him like that, but the safety about the strength of your friendship simply vanished since your husband came home. Buying a house beside yours now sounded like a silly idea...

First, it was completely acceptable in his mind: you spent a lot of time away from your husband. It was evident that the two of you would want some privacy to share the moments you didn't have. Also, your husband would wish to properly know and try to approach his little girl. It was not his place to come and teach everything about your daughter to your husband, and Hvitserk knew that.

But the distance remained... And it was starting to bother him.

When his boy came into this world, you were there, but you were strange. Even your smiles weren't the same! You were happy for him, but it was easy to see you were hiding something Hvitserk couldn't avoid noticing under your mask of a tired mother.

"I just came to visit. I'm fine, Hvitserk! Don't worry! You know: just the terrible two..."

Hvitserk didn't buy that bullshit.

After months without a single manifestation of yours, Hvitserk started thinking your husband could've fallen for the rumors spread about the two of you. So, he decided to go to your house; but not to speak to you.

"Hvitserk?"

You opened just a breach of your door, for his major surprise: you'd never left him outside of your house before.

"Y/N? Are you ok?"

"Yes, yes I'm... I'm ok... What do you need?"

There it was... The distance. The fake smiles. You were skinnier, eyes marked by the lack of sleep. That wasn't the work of a toddler. Hvitserk could see you were hiding something, but he tried to keep the masks for you.

"Y/H/N is home?" he asked, smiling at you.

"I... I'll call him," you trembled when the voice of your daughter sounded out loud in a scream of visible annoyance.

It didn't take too long for your husband to come, seeming to be as annoyed as the little girl clearly screaming "OUT" out loud inside the door he closed behind his back, giggling at Hvitserk.

"Hey bro... Children, uh? Get yourself prepared, my man! You're gonna have some troubles at the two."

Hvitserk smiled, shaking his hand, but he didn't let pass that your husband was way better than you.

Way better...

"I was thinking about calling you for a beer, bro. So we could..."

Your husband didn't even let him finish.

"Right now. Fucking please!"

"Won't you warn Y/N?" Hvitserk asked as your husband just checked if his wallet was in his pocket before starting to walk away from the house.

"Pff... Let's go. She'll make good use of some time away from me."

Yeah. Something was terribly wrong. Hvitserk could see it screaming in every detail.

He followed your husband to the bar where they paid two beers for themselves. Hvitserk watched as your husband swallowed his beer like water, asking for another cup to the waitress with a satisfied smile.

"Fuck, bro... I was needing this. War is hella easier than being home with a two years old, uh?"

What-the-fuck-was-that? Hvitserk could barely answer with more than a speechless giggle.

"She used to love you, dada..." he said, remembering your husband of the videos they used to do for him. "What has changed?"

"Every-fucking-thing," your husband answered, tired. "Well, Y/N has her part in this too. I miss those videos, man... I wish we didn't end like this."

End like this?

"Like what?" Hvitserk asked, sipping from his cup.

Trying to understand what was happening.

"Oh, brother, you have no idea of the fucking tsunami that washed that house. Damn, bro... Keep yourself home as much as you can and don't you DARE to think about doing anything for yourself in a whole year out of anything familiar to you, dude, or they come from princesses to bitches in a second! I mean..." your husband started, catching Hvitserk's attention for the fact that he was talking about you.

You.

The sweetest woman in this world!

Your husband was speaking about you like that...

Hvitserk was starting to feel unsettled as your husband continued speaking like a radio forgotten on.

"Ok, we are married, I get it. She waited for me, I get it too, fine, ok. She's a woman, man. With a child to keep her mind occupied. I was a god's damn soldier, bro! In the fucking middle of nowhere! For a whole year, Hvitserk... Fuck, man, we have our needs!"

Hvitserk's fingers got tighter on his cup. The more he was hearing, the more he could understand what happened to you. However, he chose to keep himself silent. His mind was floating in memories from the day when Sigurd tried to make you feel better about your husband's absence. His little brother offered you an innocent hug, and you utterly refused it, almost shoving Sigurd away. It could be an innocent hug in his little brother's eyes, but you knew Sigurd had feelings for you. You didn't want to end up feeding false hopes into his heart. You kept yourself faithful to your marriage vows until the end.

"I found somebody to fuck. What's the matter? I wanted to release my balls, nothing too big. The problem is that I got the bitch knocked and now Y/N is freaking out!" he sighed as if he was the biggest victim of that whole situation.

"Hnn..." Hvitserk hummed just to get him speaking.

One of his hands on his phone texting Sigurd.

"Go to Y/N's house, tell her to pack her things, and take her out of that place. Tell her I sent you there. Call Ivar, tell him to help her with the divorce papers. Y/H/N has been cheating on her and I'm about to smack a bitch, brother..."

Your husband was still talking when Hvitserk started slowly drinking his beer. He wouldn't waste good beer... But in his mind, Sigurd had until that beer was over in his cup to get you out of that place before he could fuck your husband's life.

In the meantime,  Sigurd didn't even argue. After that message came, he took his phone and called Ivar immediately.

"What the fuck do you..."

"Call our lawyers, Ivar. And tell them to prepare Y/N's divorce. Hvitserk just told me Y/H/N has been cheating on her and I'm taking her out of that house now."

"He's been what?"

Ivar's voice was never that loud. Sigurd didn't even have to keep holding his phone to hear his little brother's exclamation as he was turning on his car.

"You've heard me, Y/N's is..."

It was Ivar's time to cut him with an answer.

"Moving. And divorced. I'll call you back later."

"Fine," Sigurd answered, driving towards your house.

His knocks on your door mixing with the sound of your daughter crying once again.

"Just a second!" you asked.

But the door was opened minutes later, visibly after you cleaned your face from the tears you thought you could hide from whoever was your visitor.

"Sigurd?"

Hvitserk's brother at your door confused you at the same time it threw your mind into memories.

You should've accepted him. You should've left your husband months ago... Sigurd was such a sweet man! You were sure he would never do such a thing as your husband did. But you just smiled, trying to keep up your fading mask.

"What's happening? How can I..."

"I know everything," he said, directly.

Shattering your disguise in a million pieces with his blues so deep inside your eyes.

"I know what he's done to you, I know you're suffering... Hvitserk sent me here to take you and your daughter away from his reach."

You didn't want to keep playing your husband's game. You were traumatized, scared, sad, hurt, angry... You didn't want your marriage to end like that!

But was it your fault?

How long could you handle your daughter's cries begging you to send him away?

She hated him after learning he had another child. She hated the idea of him having someone else when she knew the two of you were waiting for him. She was little, but she understood what her father had done. Even a toddler knew it was wrong!

It broke your heart when Sigurd extended his hand towards you.

"Please, Y/N... Let us help you."

Along with your heart, the dam in your eyes broke down, releasing the cry of despair and disappointment you were never able to put out. Not with your husband forcing you into that play-house game you couldn't handle any longer.

"Take me outta here... Please, Sigurd, take me anywhere... I can't handle this anymore. I can't!" you crumbled, feeling Sigurd's hands embracing you when you finally opened your door for someone else that wasn't your husband.

Upon your shoulders, Sigurd could see how messy your life was: your house was a jumble of beer cans, male shoes, childish toys everywhere... Your sink was full - something he knew you utterly hated! Your daughter was sitting alone in the living room, still sobbing while watching the cartoons you always said you would never use for moments of peace to yourself.

Your dream was shattered inside that house, and you were living a nightmare.

"Make it stop... Please make it stop..." You begged, feeling Sigurd’s embrace becoming slightly tighter.

"It's over now, love. We'll take you out of this place with your child. Ivar will help you to get rid of his name and we'll set you free."

Not a single mention to his long-time wish to take your husband's place inside your heart. Not a single sign of the feelings you knew Sigurd had silenced into his heart when you chose Y/H/N.

Your heart clenched inside your chest.

"I should've married you," you mumbled, lifting your eyes to feel Sigurd's thumb caressing your face.

"You followed your heart. You did the right thing. He's wrong, Y/N. Don't blame yourself, babe. First, we save you and your child from this nightmare. Then... Then we see. Uh?" he said, tender.

You knew he was respecting your moment. Sigurd knew it wasn't time for his feelings now. He was a good man.

And he was right.

"I'll pack my things," you said.

Sigurd nodded in agreement.

"Don't mind the extra. Take your little doll's toys and clothes, your clothes, and documents. We'll help you with everything, sweetheart." he granted.

Waking your daughter to his presence when his voice echoed louder than the cartoon.

"Uncle Sigs!" she yelled, running to throw herself into his arms.

Sigurd winked at you, silently saying he would distract her so you would have time to pack everything.

You packed what was needed and Sigurd took you and your daughter "for a ride," you said - avoiding scaring the little girl. She was super excited when the two of you left home, but within the trip in his car, she fell asleep in your arms and you allowed yourself to cry silently, lulling your child.

"Don't worry," Sigurd's firm voice said when he stopped the car near the building where you knew he, Ivar, and Ubbe had some apartments. "Everything will be fine."

You nodded, allowing yourself to find some hope in his eyes.

"She's out."

It was everything Hvitserk needed to read on his cell phone for his smile to disappear from his face.

"Got yourself a troubled witch too, brother?"

Your husband was high already. Hvitserk didn't smile at his stupid jokes anymore. He just got up, drinking the rest of his beer and throwing money on the table enough to pay for the whole bill.

"Enjoy it, Y/H/N. That's the last fucking time I'm paying your ass anything."

"What? Whoa... Where the hell did it come from, brother? What..." your husband said, surprised.

Hvitserk's eyes landed on his figure with the weight of years of friendship betrayed by your husband's actions. Y/H/N didn't have cheated on you only. He'd broken Hvitserk's trust and the brotherhood he'd shared with you and your husband for years, and Hvitserk couldn't forget him for doing this.

"Don't call me brother, you motherfucker!" he said, splatting his hands on the table before pointing at your husband with his index. "Men don't have needs, Y/H/N. True men have the responsibility to deal with their dick's dryness and keep themselves faithful to the women they leave home waiting for them! You have two fucking working hands, asshole! There were plenty of things you could have done instead of cheating on the woman I saw waiting for you to come home since you were sent away, cradling your child while crying your absence! I was fucking there, you scoundrel! I saw every battle Y/N had to fight alone! I helped her! I filmed and photographed your daughter, and helped your wife to pay her fucking bills, so she could have an internet connection for you not to be alone! For you not to be away from them! And while I was watching Y/N's struggles with your daughter's sleepless nights, you were there, fucking another, making a second child while I was trying to convince your little girl her father didn't abandon her on purpose!"

Hvitserk was furious! His tone started attracting other angry faces towards your husband. The clearer it was for the people around what was that arguing about, the more ashamed your husband was with all the judgemental eyes on him.

"Fuck, man, stop yelling..." he tried.

His words just made Hvitserk louder...

"Why? Don't you like to boast around your conquers, brother?" he mocked the word for years used to put your husband in a position he clearly wasn't occupying in Hvitserk's life anymore. "Let's boast around about the bastard you are, Y/H/N! Boast around the pussy you fucked, the woman you got knocked out of your marriage while your wife was fucking crying her eyes out because you lost your child's birth! Were you there for the second one, or was it another child you left behind without even looking back, uh? You're a motherfucking asshole! And I'm ashamed of being your friend for so long! I should've kicked your balls and punched your face the first time you got close to our circle to court Y/N!"

"So what?" Your husband finally got up, reacting to Hvitserk's offensive. "So your brother could fuck her in my place, Hvitserk?"

Y/H/N's military posture wasn't enough to prevent Hvitserk from towering upon him with fierce green eyes swallowing your husband's in anger.

"Yes, Y/H/N. So my brother could've loved her, married her, and gave her what she deserves instead of the crumbs you left behind to the woman you lost."

"Well, guess what? Little Sigurd can fuck his hands, cause my wife is mine and I won't give up on her just because of one or two fights!" Y/H/N spat back, arrogant.

Hvitserk just straightened his clothes, sighing and looking back at him with contempt in his eyes.

"Y/N is not an object for you to possess! She's a free woman, and we'll grant her freedom! She's no longer in your house, she won't go back, and I won't tell you where she is now. You'll be receiving the divorce papers soon, and I suggest you sign them peacefully, my man. At this moment, my brother Ivar is reuniting everything necessary to ruin your career, and we'll put everything on your superior's table if you dare to cause Y/N any more problems! With my father's lawyer's best recommendations to kick you out for good! I can ruin your life, Y/H/N, and I will if I see you close to Y/N ever again!"

The floor disappeared under your husband's feet, and he punched the table furiously. The waitress picked up the phone to call the police, but Hvitserk lifted his hand to stop her, calm.

"Don't worry, we're leaving now. And this distinct motherfucker will remember how to behave like a gentleman and leave with me. After all, he doesn't want to get me truly angry. He never saw me truly angry.”

A warning implicit in Hvitserk's words: it was only the beginning of his possibilities to ruin your husband's life.

"Fuck it! You are all insane! She's fucking overreacting, and you're falling for this shit as if you didn't have your head sunk in the middle of dozens of legs around, you asshole! I know you, Hvitserk Ragnarsson! You're a womanizer! You always were! You know exactly how much it hurts to stay without it for too long, and I hope you have the same shitty time away from your pretty wife for you to know what I'm talking about!"

"You said it wrong, Y/H/N. I was like this. I really had my head in the middle of several legs. You're right! But I'm a married man now, and I chose to honor the wife I chose and the children she's bearing for me!That's the difference between us: I can handle one whole year with my dick dry cause I love the woman I have by my side! I'm not an irrational animal that will fuck whatever moves in front of me just because. Grow the fuck up, dude! Stop shaming yourself!"

Your soon-to-be-ex couldn't handle anymore. Hvitserk's contempt was too much for him, and he got up, throwing his hands to catch Hvitserk's collar with a violent pull that stumbled him closer. The people around squealed or took some distance in fear, and the waitress shrunk behind one of the tables wanting to call the police again.

"You listen to me closely, you little son of a bitch! I don't fucking care about what you think or what the fuck did you drink, smell, or have been injecting yourself with, but if you think you'll take my wife away from me, you are completely..."

Your husband's voice was cut by a growl of pain when Hvitserk kicked his balls as strong as he could, straightening his clothes one more time and lifting his sleeves as your husband was nursing his pained jewels. Then, a second strike came: a right hook from under your husband's chin, throwing him flat to the ground, dizzy and shrinking himself in pain; his tongue bleeding after being bitten when his teeth were violently hit against each other.

"Still wanting to play the macho-man around, brother? Uh? Get the fuck up and put yourself together! Know your crime, pay your price, you asshole! And one more thing," Hvitserk said, pulling your husband up by his collar and forcing him to stand. "Touch me again, and I'll get your life crushed! Approach Y/N once again, and I'll get your life crushed! Do anything I dislike, and I'll get your fucking life crushed! Did you listen to me well, Y/H/N??"

Hvitserk pushed Y/H/N back, releasing his collar. And your husband spat some blood on the ground, looking at Hvitserk with rage in his eyes but silent. He knew there was nothing he could do against the power of Hvitserk's family. You were lost for him, but he didn't want to give up so easily.

"That little girl is my daughter! You faggot of a brother can do whatever he wants: she'll always be my seed, and no one will take her away from me!" he tried.

"Watch me, my friend!" Hvitserk mocked, ironic. "Now get the hell out of my face! My biggest shame in life was to promise your daughter you would be the father of her dreams! But don't worry. She won't have her father to shame her with his actions, but she'll have a bunch of good uncles disposed to make her life the dream she deserves! And to turn your life into a real nightmare if you ever try to hurt her mother again. Fuck off and disappear! Or do better... Learn from your mistakes and go play the good father to the second child you found a way to produce, you piece of shit!"

Hvitserk spat near your husband's feet, disgusted. And once again, he opened his wallet, leaving some more money over the table near the frightened waitress.

"I'm truly sorry for this pitiful show. Here, for the damage, and thank you for your service," he said, leaving towards his car.

Leaving your husband behind, yelling at everyone as if the crowd didn't have a bunch of good reasons to look at him with disgust on their faces.

"What? WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? FUCK OFF!"

Hvitserk just ignored the yelling, driving away. He was ready to really ruin your husband's career and his life if it was necessary, but now it was time to take care of what was really important.

When you arrived at the apartment, Thora was there with Hvitserk's boy, waiting for you. The little one was sleeping inside a basket so was your daughter in your arms. Sigurd entered, carrying your bags, and Thora received you with her doughy and pleasant voice, filling your heart with relief.

"Oh, thank the gods, you're here! I thought it would be harder. Are you ok, Y/N? How is this poor sweet princess?" she mumbled, caressing your daughter's back.

"She's fine, I... I'm still shocked," you answered.

"Come with me, I prepared the room for you to put your little girl to sleep. Then we can talk, love."

She was always so sweet! You couldn't thank more for the fact that she and Hvitserk crossed each other’s paths. He always deserved exactly what Thora was, and you were happy they were together.

If only your marriage was like theirs as you imagined it would be...

When your daughter was sleeping comfortably in the room, Thora took you back to the living room, and you noticed your bags weren't there anymore.

"I took everything to your room. It is right beside hers, so you don't have to worry. You can set everything tomorrow, sweetheart."

Sigurd was smiling at you, and it was so comfortable, so familiar. You smiled back at him: your first smile since your husband came back home.

But you weren't whole. Your eyes filled with tears as Thora was speaking, and she was the first one to notice it.

"I made you some food. I thought you could be hungry and... Oh, love! Don't cry!" she said, embracing you when you broke into heavy sobs once again.

"What have I done wrong?" you asked, feeling Thora's arms around you as she conducted you to the couch.

Sigurd brought you a cup of fresh water and held your free hand as you drank it slowly, trying to calm your sobs.

"You did nothing, Y/N," Sigurd answered. "You were the perfect wife, the perfect mother, and any man would be lucky to be the chosen one of your heart. Y/H/N was lucky! But he didn't know how to give you the proper value. Don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault." he said.

"What will I tell my daughter now?" you mumbled the question that was tearing your heart apart.

How could you explain that whole situation to your child without breaking her image of what love should be?

"Tell her the truth," Thora said, caressing your hair slowly. "Gently tell her that life changes, and nothing lasts forever. But also tell her that you can rebuild your life, even when everything is crumbling, love. Tell her that you can be strong by yourself. Show her that you can do it, and she will grow to be an independent woman, strong and self-aware as you are. And if something like this ever happens to her, then she will know she can kick the asshole's ass and move on with her life without fear. She'll know she's enough to herself and needs no one else to build herself a good life."

Her words sounded full of hope to you, soothing the pain in your heart and the doubts of your mind.

"People may be bad sometimes. They commit mistakes and break other's trust sometimes. Your experience will serve to show her she must be prepared to have her trust broken once in a while, but she can surpass it like her mother is doing," Sigurd completed.

Your lips rehearsed a small smile.

"Thank you," you mumbled right before the door opened behind you.

Hvitserk getting in, a little misaligned.

"You're welcome," he smiled.

You got up quickly, throwing yourself into his arms, embracing your friend as tight as you remembered loving so bad and missing so hard.

"I missed you so much!" you said, feeling his arms around you tight.

"Don't you ever leave me out of your life again, sister!" he said. "You're my best friend, Y/N. I'll always be there for you."

Inside his arms, you felt the last drop of fear melting in your heart.

You were safe, and they would help you to rebuild your life.

That man you once thought was the love of your life could go and lick his wounds wherever he wanted! You would start over without him and make everything better for you, your daughter, and that beautiful family your friends were for you.

My dear LMAnon,

I'm not Hvitserk, nor Ivar, nor Sigurd, nor Thora...

I have no money or resources to move you from the situation you are in, nor the strong fists I wish I had to punch your bastard of a husband as much as I think he deserves.

But I have faith.

I have faith the gods will open the doors for you to leave this awful situation.

I have faith you'll find the help you need.

I have faith you'll find your strength, your identity, your self-confidence, and rebuild everything he broke with your trust and the dream you had for the two of you.

I have faith in you.

Call me whenever you need to talk. And if there is something I can do for you, anything, tell me.

Until there, I'll be here praying to the gods to fill you with strength so you can surpass this awful moment in your life and build yourself a path you will, one day, look back to be proud of.

There is no good that never ends, nor evil that lasts forever.

This will pass. And one day, he'll be nothing but a bad memory you'll see long gone in your life.

All the love and my best wishes!

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[hufflautia]

Believe me darling, the stars were made for falling

Hello! I didn’t expect to post this “fanfic” because I didn’t write it specifically for fanfiction, if that makes sense. Today, (well it is technically tomorrow for you or perhaps you’re not viewing this on the day that I posted it. today is 12/11 (technically its 12/12 because its 1:39 AM rn lmao i did my makeup and it took longer than expected)) my creative writing teacher told us to write a short piece for a character that I created for the class. I wrote it and I thought about posting it because I liked the idea of it, and I felt as though the main character had slytherin vibes. I also really like the ending, and I wanted to share it with others. 

This is not a typical slytherpuff story. It has no magic involved. Slytherin and Hufflepuff are normal people like you and me, aka muggles (or maybe you’re not a muggle( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) who knows?). The story has nothing to do with Harry Potter. Thus, I am creating another section for my masterlist and it will be labeled “somefink special” because its not technically harry potter related. However, it will always have Hufflepuff and Slytherin in it, because I made sure to change the names from the original character. Stories like this is just a work of art that I would like to share with others, so I think of it as somefink special (and somefink is not an actual word, its supposed to be “something” but i just think the spelling is funny). I’m not sure if I will post more stuff like this, as in stuff that doesn’t relate to harry potter but still has my usual characters. Heck, perhaps I’ll write fanfics like this but for other character ships like Slytherin x Ravenclaw or the other ones. We shall see. 

Anyways, this “quick” author’s note is running a little long, so I will end it here. I hope you guys enjoy reading this! TOODELOO

FYI, this is not my “monthly” fanfic. In other words, this isn’t the only fanfic that I will be posting for december. I will still be posting The Queen and the Dragon soon (around Christmas). I am almost done with the college process, I need to revise some of my essays and I will finally submit it. After that, I will continue writing the long story. I am currently stuck at a difficult scene that will require a lot of thinking, hence the delay. OK BYE NOW, THIS IS THE FOR-REALSIES TOODELOO :D! 

***WARNINGS: Drug abuse, addiction, and suicidal thoughts 

Summary: Slytherin is hanging out with her favorite person in the entire world: Hufflepuff, her darling little sister. They lay beneath the stars, comfortable silence drifting upon them like a soft blanket that wraps around them, keeping them safe from outside forces that threaten their moment of contentment. This small pocket of tranquility is rare—and Slytherin knows this. She knows it all too well. As if on cue, it breaks into shattered pieces when she overhears their parents arguing. Again. Dread stealing her breath, a familiar urge rises once more, an urge that is more destructive than she realizes. She wishes the overwhelming feeling of anxiety would go away. And it could—with the help of a couple of pills. 

Slytherin smiled, a feeling of mirth warming her heart when she saw the smile plastered on her sister’s face as they laid on their backs against the porch floor, staring up at the stars. She took a hold of Hufflepuff’s hand, her touch slightly sweaty but cold at the same time. She didn’t mind and merely gave it a light squeeze. A cool night breeze blew past them, the wind’s touch like gentle kisses against their skin. 

This was nice. This was really nice. Slytherin hardly had any time for herself this week, because she was busy with exam after exam, stress piling on top of her before she could even take a breath of air. To her relief, the burdens finally lifted because it was Saturday, and she didn’t have to worry about school. She was with her sister, and that was all she needed. In fact, she was so comfortable and content that she didn’t even think about the drugs. A pestilent part of her, the part that was created the moment she swallowed the white pill down her throat, urged her to go inside. To walk nonchalantly towards the bathroom with a pace that was fast enough so that she would get to where she wanted to go quickly but slow enough to not attract any attention. To snatch her mom’s bottle of Xanax and hurry to her own room, making sure to lock the door before sitting on her bed. To pop the drug into her mouth and allow the artificial feeling of euphoria to overtake her.   

But that destructive part of her settled down, for she was with the person she loved most. Their surroundings dark enough to see the hazy glow of the stars above, they laid there, gazing upon the night sky. Aside from the soft rustling of the trees nearby and the occasional giggles that spilled from her sister’s mouth because that’s just how 10-year-olds were, it was quiet and peaceful. 

But like most things, it didn’t last for long. 

“You fucking asshole!” 

Through the walls, Slytherin could hear her mother’s muffled words, her tone hot and angry. Whenever her parents argued, they would spit curse words out like poison, the dreadful toxin targeted at each other with the intent to kill and destroy. 

She sighed. For once, just for once, why couldn’t things be normal? She desperately wished that the comfortable silence that drifted upon them could come back, and she would gladly welcome it with open arms. 

However, she felt Hufflepuff squeeze her hand, and she knew that the peace that she had known a few minutes ago would not return. Not for a while. Squeezing her hand was a nervous habit of Hufflepuff’s—a habit that Slytherin was well aware of. Even if she tried her very best to shield her darling sibling from the atrociousness of their home-life, it was essentially impossible. 

Her sister was young and so terribly innocent. If she could, she would take all the pain that Hufflepuff endured from living in a dysfunctional household and pour it into herself. That way, she wouldn’t have to suffer. 

But this wasn’t a fairy tale. Slytherin didn’t have magical powers to take their suffering away. She couldn’t give her sister the happy ending that she deserved. This was reality, and they would just have to endure this for a while. 

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered before opening the porch door and stepping into the dungeon that she called home. Dread seemed to choke her as she neared her parents’ room, inhaling sharply at the sound of shouts that seemed to boom from the walls. 

Gingerly turning the knob of their door, she peeked inside. Tears trickled down her mother’s face, her slightly red eyes ablaze with anger. “I can’t believe you would cheat on me again!” 

Her dad started to mutter something lowly but she cut him off. “Do you have any idea how much this affects me,” she said in disbelief. “How much this affects your children?” 

She suddenly caught sight of Slytherin, who immediately felt a sinking feeling in her chest when she was caught lurking. The feeling intensified when her mom walked towards her. 

Slytherin immediately withdrew and tried to close the door but her mom opened it enough to fixate the full force of her anger onto her daughter. “Why can’t you mind other people’s business,” she hissed before slamming the door shut, leaving her in complete darkness. 

There it was. The breaking point. Her face contorted into a grimace as she tried to will the tears away. Her sadness quickly morphed into annoyance. “I hate her,” she thought angrily as she walked to her room. “She’s gonna wish she didn’t say that when she finds me dead on the fucking floor.” Her chest heaved with sorrow and a torrent of emotions clashed within her. A million thoughts zoomed through her head. Fucking bitch, I fucking hate you. I hate everything. I wish I was never born into this family. I hate my parents, I hate my mom, I hate my dad. Why the fuck did he have to cheat? Were we not enough? 

She was frustrated and resentful, but most of all, she was broken inside. She needed to calm the raging storm of anxiety within her—and she knew exactly what to do. 

Hiding the bottle of Xanax in her pocket, she walked towards her room. Just as she was opening her door, she felt someone close their hand over her wrist. She looked back and saw Hufflepuff, who looked at her with furrowed brows. 

“Are you coming back,” she asked in a small voice. 

Slytherin swallowed with difficulty. If things had gone differently, she would have gone back to the porch with her sister and continued their night of stargazing. If her parents weren’t completely psychos whose hate for each other shook the household, she wouldn’t be addicted to the drugs that controlled her life. 

“I have homework to do,” she responded. “Ask Gryffindor to go outside with you, okay?” 

Her sister nodded and started her way to their other sister who decided not to join them on the porch because she had cooler 13-year old things to do. 

Slytherin watched her retreating figure before closing the door and twisting the lock in a flash. She exhaled slowly as she took a seat on the edge of her bed. 

“Finally,” she breathed out in a whisper as she uncapped the bottle, gently shaking it so that a couple of tablets spilled out onto her hand. She had never taken so much, and she knew that as she poked the contents with a finger. But she needed this. Her family—more specifically, her parents—were fucked up, and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t fix her father’s constant infidelity. She couldn’t control her mother’s temper. Hell, she couldn’t even take hold of her own life, for the white rectangular capsules held the reins, the power. And she would gladly let it take control. Just for a little while longer. 

Slytherin tossed the pills into her mouth and took a sip of water to ease them down her throat. She fell back onto her bed with her arms spread out on either side of her, forming a crooked ‘T’ shape. As she stared up at the ceiling, a blissful smile slid onto her face. 

She could see the stars again.

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Author’s note: HELLO AGAIN! I hope you enjoyed reading that. The story is dark and sad, so I will include some wholesome pictures to rid you of the lingering sadness that you might be feeling right now. 

you can probably tell that i’m a dog person lmao :’) I hope you are feeling better! I am not sure if I will turn this into a series; there is a chance I will because I will have to continue writing stories in english class for this character. i actually have another story for the character (her name is Faye) and idk if I should post it. Let me know if you want me to release it! 

Did anyone else feel slytherin vibes from... well, slytherin? Technically it’s Faye, but I changed the name for the purpose of posting. In my opinion, the slytherin in her is presented in the fact that she cares a lot about her sister, aka Hufflepuff, and slytherins typically care a lot about those close to them. it was also shown in the sense that she isolates herself, but then again, anyone can isolate themself, regardless of their hogwarts house. maybe im just overthinking this. After all, if I had changed the name from Faye to Hufflepuff, that could still work as well. 

In fact, I might even change the names sometimes, depending on what is happening in that moment. Faye is pansexual, and I was talking to my friend about the story, and she said maybe she’ll get a gf, so maybe ill keep Faye’s name as Slytherin and have Hufflepuff (DIFFERENT HUFFLEPUFF FROM THE LITTLE SISTER OF COURSE) be the girlfriend?? idk, we’ll see. 

Anyways, let me know what you thought of this fanfic. Should I do more like this, as in post my future works that arent actually related to harry potter but is set in the real world? 

OH GOSH BEFORE I FORGET, THANK YOU FOR 700!! I guess this will be my thank you present, because I like to write fanfics as a present whenever I hit a follower mark. I intended The Queen and The Dragon to be the thank-you present for 600, but we are well past that, and the fanfic is long overdue. I had planned to change the fanfic to “thank you for 700” but i plan on posting it near christmas, so i will consider it as a “MERRY CHRISTMAS, HERES A FANFIC:D”. 

As always, I appreciate you very very much. Thank you for reading this and being caring enough to do so. I appreciate that very very very much, and I am sending you some gucci vibes! It is currently 2:34 am and i should get some sleep. goodnight! love you all! BYE

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[maevemarethyu]

Unexpected (1/?)

Summary: A Bucky x Reader fic

You weren’t expecting it. Neither of you were.

That didn’t mean you weren’t happy with how it ended.

Warnings: Cheating, Threats, Sad Boi Hour, Heatbreak, I’m not quite sure what else.

“Your husband is fucking my wife.”

Those were not the words you were expecting to hear when you open your door on a cool Wednesday night. Even more shocking was the man who said them: James Buchannan Barnes.

An Avenger was on your doorstep with red-rimmed eyes and a stoic look on his handsome face.

Your first instinct is to deny the accusation. Your husband loves you! You’d been married for nearly six years. You had been high school sweethearts, you never went to bed angry, you had your neighbors over for game days, hell you had just gone on your weekly date night yesterday!

A date night that he had to leave early because of an emergency at the station but, he couldn’t help that. He was a police officer for the NYPD and he couldn’t control when bad guys decided to be bad.

Right?

Yes. Your husband loves you which is why he hates working late all the time and he spoils you with gifts and flowers. He’s been planning you both a surprise trip for vacation which is why he never let you see his phone or laptop. He had gone to your favorite store to buy you a new perfume which is why his shirts smelled like rose instead of your signature lemon and rosemary scent.

Right?

The tears welling in your eyes make you realize just how much of a fool you really were and suddenly, all you want to do is scream. Your lips fall open to follow through but, your voice won’t comply and all that comes out is a single syllable.

“Oh.” You had never thought a two-letter word could hold so much heartbreak and, apparently neither did the ex-Winter Soldier because his mask of aloofness falls, revealing raw and unhidden heartbreak in his blue eyes.

The two of you stay silent for a moment, processing his words while staring at one another. The unspoken question of now what? lingers between you. What does one do when their world is shattering around them? When you find out that the person you thought was the love of your life was sleeping with another woman.

Last night… Patrick came home late and you two…

“I’m going to be sick.” You announce blearily before rushing to the bathroom and emptying the contents of your stomach. This couldn’t be happening. This was all just some sick dream because there was no way Patrick would do this to you; with the Winter Soldier’s wife no less. You were normally impeccable at spotting a liar but, you had been duped.

“I’m sorry.” The aforementioned soldier’s voice startles you and you wipe the sick from your mouth before facing him. “I-I thought you deserved to know.”

You appreciated it. Really, you did but, you couldn’t bring yourself to thank him. Ignorance wasn’t a good color on you but, you needed time to let the thoughts swirling in your mind settle. Speaking of swirling, you suddenly remember to flush the toilet with a cringe. You could handle blood, excrement, urine and everything in between but, vomit? That was your weak point and it made this whole situation burn more than the acid that had crawled up your throat.

Yet, there was no judgement in his blue eyes when you finally get the courage to look at him; only understanding.

Of course he was understanding. He was probably the only person on the planet that could understand your situation in depth. He was in the thick of it with you.

“I’m sorry too.” You manage after several deep breaths and his jaw clenches tightly. You didn’t know what you were apologizing for but, you could tell he appreciated it; his face was quite expressive for a well-known soldier turned assassin turned hero. “I’m Y/N.”

You knew he knew your name (how else would he have found you) but, you still felt the need to introduce yourself no matter how shitty of a situation you were in. His blue eyes widen in realization before shooting to his boots.

“Ah, shit. I really just rushed here and- That wasn’t the right way to go about this.” Understatement of the century. “James Barnes.” He finishes.

You would have called the way he stumbled over his words cute if your heart wasn’t currently lying in the bottom of your stomach in a million pieces with Patrick’s name written on every shard. It hurt.

“You know, I used to think writers exaggerated how heartbreak felt.” You let out a humorless and bitter laugh. “I didn’t think it could hurt this much.”

The cold tile of your bathroom floor was starting to make you butt ache but, you can’t bring yourself to move from your position resting against the bathtub and you accept this as your new life. Counting the tiles until the pain passes.

He hums in response, sliding down to the floor across from you, back against the wall. “This definitely ranks in the top five shittiest things to happen to me.”

That said something if everything you read about the Winter Soldier and HYDRA was true. You never could understand how people could treat each other so cruelly. Why someone would go out of their way to cause another pain. It just didn’t make sense to you.

Your next door neighbor’s music lilted through the walls as it did every night and it gave you an odd sense of comfort. She was a cello player and always seemed to play whenever you were having a bad day. You and James sit in silence and your eyes fall closed as you listen to her rendition of Electric Love.

It was one of your favorites but, Patrick always complained about the noise. Patrick.

The cheating, lying, manipulative piece of shit.

“How did you find out?” You hiss, immediately regretting the words as soon as they leave your mouth. You didn’t want to know. Right now you just wanted to curl up on your couch and eat enough ice cream to put you into a coma.

He clears his throat and you open your eyes to meet his. The pain in them shone clear and you could feel tears welling up again.

“I had my suspicions. Cla- She had been acting weird for a few months but, she kept turning it onto me. Told me I was imagining things.” His voice was thick with emotion and it broke the dam keeping the tears in your eyes. “It was Sam that saw them. He was testing out Redwing and we thought it would be funny to check on ou- the apartment; maybe tap it on the window and scare her a bit. Guess the joke was on me.”

Oh. You got sick just thinking about it. You couldn’t imagine seeing it first hand.

“I didn’t go home last night. Steve made me stay at the compound while Tony ran facial recognition on your… Tony told me he was married and I came straight here.”

His words cause you to sputter. “You mean they don’t know we know?!”

He shakes his head and a shaky breath leaves your lungs. You were half hoping Patrick got his ass handed to him Avengers style and that’s why he hadn’t come home yet; save you the trauma of confronting him yourself.

The other half of you was glad. You had more than a few choice words for your husband; the first ones being We’re getting divorced.

“I didn’t know how to face her.” He whispers and your ears barely catch it. He sounded so defeated and you were sure it matched the look on your face. You didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve this. He was a goddamn hero.

The anger doubles in your chest, making up for his lack of. You’d never seen anyone so broken, hell, you’ve never felt so broken in your entire life and the people causing it were none the wiser. Patrick had told you he was staying at the station tonight but, you knew better now.

He was with her. They were together while you and James were crying on your bathroom floor, trying to salvage what was left of your hearts.

And you were starting now.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and dial the number of one of your best friends, ignoring James’ curious blue eyes. It rings exactly two times before you hear a warm hello?

“Hey Mattie.” Trying to keep your voice level fails miserably when you sniffle. “I- uh. Can we meet for breakfast tomorrow? Foggy too?”

“Y/N. What-“ You cut him off with a please and he agrees reluctantly. You agree to meet him at your favorite diner at nine tomorrow morning. You just had to get through tonight.

“Thank you Matt. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You hang up the phone and chuck it past James’ head, through the open door, and it hit the wall with a satisfying crack; catching the Avenger off guard. You weren’t a pacifist but, you weren’t usually so violent. You almost pitied Barnes, he was seeing the worst of you tonight and it was his first time meeting you.

“Friend of yours?” He asks with a barely there smile and you nod while chuckling at your own outburst.

“He’s my best friend… and a lawyer. I want the divorce papers ready so I can shove them in Pat’s stupid face when I confront him.” You notice his jaw twitch at the mention of divorce and you eye his sour look curiously. “What? You don’t expect me to stay with him after this, do you?”

Wide eyes meet yours and he shakes his head slowly. “No. It’s not that. It’s just divorce wasn’t really common in the thirties.”

Oh his sweet summer soul. You had almost forgotten he was a man out of time; still adjusting to the new age. It made your blood boil to think that his wife would betray him like this.

“Welcome to the twenty first century. Where you don’t have to stay married to cheating spouses.” You mutter, raising an invisible glass in a toast.

“How?” He asks, catching you off guard.

“How what? How does one get a divorce?” He nods, looking lost and you don’t hesitate. “Come meet my friends with me. This is all new for me too and I trust them with my life.”

You didn’t want to mention that you honestly wanted him there because he was proof that you weren’t the only one fooled. You weren’t alone in this.

“Are you sure? I understand that its private and-“

“Privacy went out the window when your wife fucked my husband.” You scoff, mirroring his crude language from earlier; he winces before apologizing again.

Your phone goes off in the hallway, signifying the timer you had set was finished and you stand with a groan; joints popping from sitting on the floor for too long. Your mind immediately switches in to work mode; eyes going dry and breathing evening out. It was a superpower of yours; the ability to compartmentalize your feelings.

“I need to feed Laysa.” You walk past the man on the floor, missing the look of horror on the man’s face. “She gets cranky when she’s hungry.”  

He doesn’t speak but, he follows you into the kitchen. You had premade the bottle so all you had to do was microwave it for a few seconds. You suppose having a stranger following you around in your home should be more worrying but, you were just happy you weren’t alone; having the ex-Winter Soldier near you felt as natural as breathing and you didn’t have the mental capacity to question why as of right now.

Barnes opens and closes him mouth a few times, looking as if he wanted to ask you a question but, unable to get the words out.

“How old is she?” He manages after nearly a minute of silence and you answer without much thought.

“Four weeks.” You hum, pulling the bottle out of the microwave and testing the temperature on your arm. “You know Ophelia’s Diner on West 49th?”

Once you’re sure the bottle is warm enough, you meet his blue eyes and a slight frown mars your face when you notice how pale he had gotten. He looks mortified but, nods anyway.

“Meet us there at nine tomorrow morning. Are you going home tonight?” You don’t know why you ask but, the thought of him having to go home and face- huh, you never actually got her name- left a rock in your stomach.

“S’gonna stay at the compound again. Make up some excuse. What about you? Are you two going to- I mean are you alright with- Is your husband?” He was stumbling on his words again and you find it oddly endearing that he was worried about you.

“Patrick is staying at the station tonight.” At least that’s what he told me You add under your breath but, its clear he hears you when his face turns grim. A painful silence envelops the room and can’t stand it so, you clear your throat and re-test the bottle.

James takes the hint and shuffles his feet, looking smaller than a man his size should. “I’m sorry again for showing up like this.”

“I appreciate you for having the balls to come here and tell me the truth.” You say with an honest, albeit dim, smile. “I’ve gotta get this to her before she gets cranky. I’ll see you tomorrow James.”

He tries to return your smile but, it comes out as more of a grimace. “Goodnight Y/N”

You watch his broad-shouldered form walk down the hall and disappear before opening the door to your spare bedroom turned nursery; weak mewls reaching you ears. You were late with the bottle and Laysa knew it. Cubs could be so dramatic.

[spiridakos]

prompt for you: "Say you never loved me. Say it." i love me some angst 🤪

“Fal,” his gentle voice shakes her from her thoughts, followed by three equally as soft raps on the door that separates them. “I got your text. You wanted to talk?”

“You can come in.” Her voice comes out just strong enough so he can hear it on the opposite side of the wall, unable to annunciate her words any louder than she needed to. She looks over at the white dress hanging on the mannequin, the dress that wouldn’t be finding its way to her own curves after all today. A dress that was full of promises and a brighter future that weren’t going to become reality anymore. It’s funny how fast things could change, how in the blink of an eye something could rattle her whole world and change the course of her entire life. “I’m not in my dress.”

“Hey, babe,” he greets her immediately. He’s already dressed in his midnight black tux, the one he was no doubt going to be waiting for her in at the end of the isle. Liam leans in to kiss her her cheek, and it causes her heart to sink a little in her chest when she has to reject the touch. And then when she sees his face fall at the rejection, feeling the crack get a little wider in her chest. “Is everything okay, Fal?”

“Not really, Liam.”

She keeps her eyes on the floor, not emotionally strong enough to look at him with her blue eyes, knowing they were shimmering with sadness and that’d be pick up on it quickly. She couldn’t look at him with his own sad eyes when she knew the only thing she was about to do was break his heart into tiny little pieces, like glass shattering into millions of pieces.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s just that…” Rip off the band-aid, she tells herself before finally just letting the words slip out of her mouth, even though they stung and tore at everything in her inner core. Because as much as it was going to hurt, she had to do it anyways. Delaying it was only going to prolong and further the hurt the both of them were feeling. “I don’t think we should do this.”

“Do what?” His face scrunches together, narrow eyes and creased eyebrows; a glossy glaze of hurt and confusion settle in his blue retinas, already shimmering with little pools of water. “I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying, Fallon.”

“I don’t think we should go through with this,” she says, words unsteady but she can only hope they’re strong enough for him to buy every single word that rolls off her tongue. “The wedding, that is.”

“What?” There’s an obvious hurt in his voice, in his face, and the only thing she wants to do is fall into his arms and take it all back, take back every vicious word she’s hurling at him. But she can’t, and that tears at her in a way she didn’t think was even possible. Mostly because she never thought they’d actually be here in this moment, ending things before they ever really got to begin. “Fallon, what are you talking about?”

She crosses her arms across her chest before quickly unfolding them, swift to realize he’d notice that action as an anxious habit of hers; that when she did that she was trying to coil herself away from the world. “I don’t think we should get married after all.”

“What?” There’s an obvious shock there laced in his tone, breathy and disbelief. “Is everything okay?” He steps forward, reaching his hand to grab at her but she pushes herself back again, refusing the comfort his arms always provided her. She knew if she just let him step even the slightest bit closer she’d fall apart and fall right into his arms. And that would ruin everything. “Where is this coming from?”

“I just don’t think I feel the same way anymore.”

And then he’s laughing, shiny white pearls sparkling before her as that grin of his beams before. The smile that melted her whenever his lips curved up, still possessing that same power in that very moment. And the fact that she couldn’t just smile back at him, couldn’t let her own body form the same reaction when it was all she wanted to do was harder to control than she imagined. “Sorry, but I just don’t believe you.”

“Well, you should,” she says, spitting the words out with as much venom laced into them as she can muster up, which if she’s honest with herself - the sound that comes out of her is incredibly weak and not at all convincing. “Cause I’m not walking down that isle today.”

“Fallon, what has gotten into you?” His hand runs through his hair, a sign of stress. Stress that she could usually take away from him with a touch of her hand, but this time…it wasn’t so simple. Because this time, she was the cause of that stress herself. “Did your parents get to you? Was it Alexis? Did your mom say something to make you start second guessing everything?”

Her voice starts to rise, frustration building at the fact that this couldn’t just end quickly. The fact that she had to keep putting on a brave face and make it look like she wasn’t falling apart inside. “No, Liam, I just don’t want to do this anymore.”

She pulls at the shiny square cut diamond at her finger, sliding it off before throwing the peach diamond in his direction. She watches it fall to the floor at this feet, his eyes trailing along with it before he looks up at her with the most heartbroken look she’s ever seen etched onto his face. There’s tears sparkling in his eyes, little pools of water forming at the creases. She even notices the tears start to slip out of the corner of his eyes. And then there’s just pain everywhere else, pain that she caused and would never forgive herself for.

And in that moment, she feels numb.

“You woke up in my arms this morning and told me you loved me,” he chokes out the words when he talks, the words getting caught in his throat, a stream of tears steadily running down his cheeks. “What changed between then and now? Tell me, Fallon. What changed?”

“I realized I never felt that way about you.”

“Say you never loved me. Say it,” he spits out through gritted teeth. An anger and frustration appear in his eyes that she’s never seen before, and especially not with her. No, he’d always looked at her with such adoration and love and warmth. He’d been so calm and forgiving and patient with her - this tone of his depicted anything but those things. “Say it and I’ll walk away. No questions asked.”

Her heart sinks in her chest, words stuck in her throat as she tries to spit them out with as much belief and conviction she could portray. But she’s stuck, because she can’t say those words with honesty and conviction, no matter how much she needed to in that moment.

“You can’t can you?” He asks softly. “You can’t say it.”

The words eventually come out sad, tired, and full of regret. She wonders then if he could see right through her, see right through the lies she spurring at him. “I never loved you.”

Liam takes one step closer to her, looking into her eyes that were brimming with tears; tiny salty droplets escaping the corners as she tried her damned hardest to keep them all back. Like this wasn’t tearing her apart, like this wasn’t making her heart sink, like there wasn’t a brick sitting atop her chest.

Like this is what she wanted to do to him.

“Bullshit,” he snaps before spinning away with so much force and conviction, so much anger that she’d never even painted on him before.

His hand is just reaching for the doorknob when she speaks up, a small little squeak escaping her lips that’s barely above a whisper. She’s surprised herself when she hears the weak voice come out of her. “I’m sorry.”

His hand halts on the silver knob, turning around slowly to face her again. “Did this mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“Liam,” her voice comes out in a desperate cry, wishing and pleading that he could just see the truth in her eyes.

But he can’t, because that would only make things worse.

And as much as it killed her in that current moment, she knew it was for the better.

“Save it, Fallon,” he erupts in anger, cutting her off before she even had a chance to continue. “The only thing I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy,” he mutters sadly. "I hope you get everything you truly hoped for.”

The door slams behind him, angry and unforgiving, before she finally allows herself to sink to her knees and let everything that’d been bubbling inside her escape. Letting the tears fall down her face without his watchful eyes on her, seeing right through her like he always did, ruining everything that’d been set in motion within the last hour. She wipes angrily at her cheeks, rubbing away the tears with such force and aggression she was sure she’d be leaving a mark.

But she didn’t care about that, no.

Not right now, not when her future, her entire world just walked out that door with reason to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Not when she didn’t know if he’d ever forgive her for the actions she just took, for the hurt she just caused him, even if it wasn’t her choice and it very well could have saved his life.

There’s an emptiness that takes over her fast, the feeling of just wanting him to open that door and take her into his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. But that wasn’t going to happen and that reality hurt - maybe more than anything had ever hurt her in her life. Her heart aches in her chest, breathing heavy and unregulated as she’s unable to stop the heavy flow of tears escaping from her eyes, the peach diamond shining through those salty droplets as it sat on the floor in front of her.

She crawls forward, grabbing at her peach colored engagement ring through her blurry vision and pushing it right back down on her ring finger - where it belong and should have been this entire time. She holds it against her chest, right above her beating heart, trying to let the diamond bring her a comfort she was pretty sure was not going to come. She can only sit there through the pain and tears, hoping for a future where he understands why she did what she just did to him. That one day, everything can go back to exactly the way things were.

The figure lurking from behind the curtain appears from the shadows, a heavy dense air circulating again as soon as she felt his presence once more. She doesn’t even need to turn her head to know he’s there, eyes watching on her as she fell apart on the oak floors. It was part of his ultimatum, after all, for him to be able to watch the whole thing from the sidelines and hidden away from view; able to see she accomplished the deed first hand so she wouldn’t be able to have the upper hand in the situation.

“You got what you wanted,” she spits out before turning to find those dark eyes that would haunt her for the rest of her life staring back at her. “Are you happy?”

“I just hate seeing you so sad,” he says with fake sincerity. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“You told me you’d toss my fiancé to the bottom of a lake like I did your sister if I didn’t end it with him. While you held a gun to my head, might I add,” she yells back, raising her voice and not even caring anymore what that would mean for her. “What exactly was your intention?”

“For you to realize you loved me,” he says. “That I was your hero.”

“Go fuck yourself, Evan.”

[spider-manholland]

It Was Always You | Peter Parker

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Female Reader, mentions of Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Warning(s): angst, swearing, fluff at the end, FFH spoilers ahead

Summary: Peter Parker thought his trip to Europe would be the time he’d finally tell MJ how he truly felt about her.  That was until he learned about your true feelings towards him.  Now he’s finds himself second guessing on where his heart truly belongs.

Requested: Yes / No

Author’s Note: I finally just watched Far From Home and this idea immediately came to my mind so I had to do this before I lost it. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Masterlist

You honestly didn’t know how you really felt about the class trip to Europe. There was a part of you that was excited, loving the idea to see all the beautiful monuments and museums. But there was also a part of you that hated the trip because of Peter’s plan.

Yes, you knew about his step by step plan on finally telling MJ how he felt about her and of course you were going to support him. You were his best friend and that’s it, even though you wanted to so much more.  But you knew how strong his feelings for MJ were so you had no chance at all.  It sucked though, you could practically feel your get ripped out of your chest over and over again whenever you see the starstruck glint in eyes whenever he was staring at MJ, knowing that he’ll never look at you that way.

“Hey Y/N,” You were taken out of your thoughts at the feeling of your shoulder being nudge, seeing Peter staring at you, causing you to blush slightly.  Just a simple glance from him sent your heart into overdrive and you knew he could hear it, so you didn't know why he never mentioned it.  “I need to asking you something...”

Oh my god is this the part where he tells you that actually likes you instead of MJ, you began fantasize, your lips curling up into a small smile.  “Can you switch seats with MJ?”  And that’s when you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, your smile dropping instantly.  “I would've asked Ned but you know how he needs the window seat-”

“Y-Yeah,” You cut him off before he could say anything, getting out of your seat and taking your bag out the overhead bin.  When you began to walk away, you noticed the sympathetic frown that was on Ned’s face.  He knew about your feelings towards Peter and you told him not say anything because you didn't want to damage your friendship between you and Peter.  

You walked down the small isle until reached MJ’s seat and gently tapped her shoulder, getting her and Betty’s attention.  “Hey MJ, do you think we could trade seats.  Me and Peter got into a small fight and I don't really want to sit with him, and Betty is the only other person on this plane that I’m actually friends with.”

“Yeah, sure.” MJ nodded, getting up from her seat and letting you sit down.  You watched her walk down the isle until she got to your seat and sat down.  You then immediately plugged your ears with your headphones, blocking out all surrounding sounds and hoping that the sweet sound of Katy Perry can help you forget about all the pain you were currently feeling.

Peter on the other hand, his heart was beating out of his chest when his eyes landed on MJ, the palm of hands becoming sweating as he watched her sit down beside him.  “Sup loser,” she greeted, pulling a book out of her backpack.  “H-Hey,” Peter stuttered, his cheeks heating up from anxiety.  “So, what did you and Y/N fight about?” MJ suddenly asked, causing Peter to look at her with confusion clear on his face.  “What?  M-Me and Y/N didn't have a fight.”

“Really?” MJ raised a brow at him, “Because she told me that you guys fought and that’s she wanted to switch seats with me.”  Peter opened his lips but no words came out.  He turned around in his seat to search for you, his heart sinking when his eyes finally landed on you.  You were sitting in your seat with your headphones on, staring at the small screen in front of you.  You looked completely fine but Peter knew better, he knew you better than anyone.  He took in the small details of your face, like how your lips were curled down into a small frown and your e/c eyes were glistening with tears but you were quickly blinking them away, hoping that no one would notice, but he did.

“Y-Yeah,” Peter turned back towards MJ, his own lips now dropping into a frown.  “We--we had a fight...”

- - -

You stood in the back of your class as all of you slowly poured into the opera house in Prague, no one showing any sign of wanting to be here.  Except for you. This was actually one of the places you wanted to visit on your class trip and you were happy that you finally got to go.  But of course, your thoughts got the better of you as you began to think about Peter.  Neither of you have spoken to each other ever since the plane but you noticed the small glances you got from him.  When you entered the theatre, your eyes immediately went towards Peter, hoping that there was a chance that he wanted to sit with you.  But of course, your heart was hurt again when you saw him and MJ talking, smiles on both of their faces.  

He probably asked her to sit with him, you thought.  Sighing, you walked towards the other side of the row your class was sitting on, deciding that you rather sit by yourself than with anyone else.

On the other side of the theatre, Ned was standing by the entrance with Betty, MJ, Peter, his eyes staring you with sympathy.  “You’re an idiot...” He whispered towards Peter as MJ and Betty both walked over to their seats.  “What did I do?” Peter asked, staring at his friend confusingly.

“I promised her that I wouldn't say anything but your stupidity is tearing your friendship apart.” Ned rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Y/N has been in love ever since ninth grade, Peter!”

Peter’s eyes widened at his friend’s words, his mouth opening but no words coming out.  “W-What?  No she doesn't, w-we’re just friends.”  Ned groaned loudly and ran his hands frustratingly over his face.  “Yes she does!  She’s been trying to tell you for so long but there was never a good time.  First you were obsessed with Liz, then the blip happened, and then you started obsessing over MJ, and Y/N was just pushed to the side the whole time.  Do you know how shitty you’re making her feel?  Especially after what happened on the plane, making her switch seats with MJ and sitting by herself the whole plane ride.”

“She had Betty-” Peter tried to explain but Ned just shook his head, “Dude, you and I both know that she and Betty aren't even that close.  You made her sit basically alone for nine hours so that you could sit next MJ, who you barely even talked to through the whole plane ride.”

Peter bit down his bottom lip, feeling strong waves of guilt finally hit him, realizing now all the pain he was caused and made you go through.  Peter was about to walk over to you but the sound of his earpiece going off made him stop, Nick Fury’s voice filling his ears again, telling him to get in position.  “Listen Ned, I gotta go.  We’ll talk more about this later.”

Peter patted his friend on back before running out of theatre.  But ended up glancing back, and this time his gaze wasn't settled upon MJ.  Instead, it was on you.

- - -

Peter found himself doubting everything as he sat on top of the Opera House, staring down at the Light Festival happening below.  He didn't how to feel.  He just learned that you, his longest and closest friend was in love with him and he had no idea.  “I’m so stupid...” Peter scoffed, shaking his head.

“What’s got you all bummed out?” Peter glanced up to Quentin Beck, the man he has been working alongside with on this trip hovering over him before taking a seat beside him.  “It’s--nothing.” Peter sighed, playing with his fingers.  “Peter,” Beck said more sternly, causing the young hero to stare at him.  “You can talk to me.”

“It’s just--girl problems.” Peter simply said, causing Beck to chuckle.  “Oh really, so who’s the lucky girl?”

“There’s actually two,” Peter added, running his hands frustratingly through his hair.  “Tell me about them,” Beck said, leaning his body slightly forward and resting his forearms on his thighs.  “There’s MJ,” Peter started, “She’s this incredibly beautiful, smart girl that I’ve had a crush for months.”

“That’s the girl you wanted to tell how you felt on this trip, right?” Beck mentioned and Peter nodded his head.  “But who’s the other girl then that’s got you all second-guessing yourself now?”

“Y/N...” Peter’s voice trailed off, the image of your smile and your beautiful e/c eyes filling his mind.  “S-She’s--she’s everything to me.  We’ve been best friends ever since we were toddlers and I just learned that she’s been in love with me for years and I don't know what to do.”

“You do nothing.” Beck answered, shrugging his shoulders.  “Like you said, you’ve been crushing on his MJ chick for months and this Y/N girl shouldn't change that.” 

“But she isn't just some girl, she’s Y/N.” Peter spoke as if it was obvious.  “We’ve been through everything together.  She was the first person that I told about my powers, she was there for me when my Uncle Ben died, and here I am being such a terrible friend to her.  I knew she was terrified of heights but I still made her switch seats with MJ so I could sit next to her.  And this whole trip I’ve been abandoning her because I’ve been so occupied with confessing my feelings with MJ and she wanted to do so many things with me and-” Peter didn't know he was crying until he felt Beck grab his shoulder, causing him to stop talking.

“Let me tell you something kid,” Beck started, “The best kind of relationships are built up from friendships, and tell me, do you and MJ have the same connection that you and Y/N have?”  Peter shook his head, refusing to look at Beck as his eyes were still stained with dried tears.  “Relationships with girls like MJ, someone you don't have a strong bond with never last, Peter.  But relationships with girls like Y/N, ones where they are built from trust, love, and friendship, they last forever.”

“But at the end, it’s your decision Peter.  Who do you want to be with?”

- - -

You hated that your class trip to Europe was ending so soon but you completely understood why.  Everyday you’ve been here there’s been an attack and everyone’s parents were losing their minds.  But that was not the only thing that was bothering you.  You knew Peter was a part of the attacks, hearing from Ned that he was helping Nick Fury deal with those monsters and that got you worried.  You wanted to go to his hotel room and ask if he was okay, if he was hurt or something but you were scared.  You were scared that if you stared into his eyes you’d finally break and you didn't want that to happen.

The sound of someone suddenly knocking on your room’s door caused you to break out of your thoughts, zipping up your suitcase as you finished packing the rest of your clothes.  “Don't worry Mr. Harrington, I’m done packing.” You shouted.

“It’s not Mr. Harrington.” You froze when you heard Peter’s voice instead.  You walked over to your door and pulled it open, your eyes immediately landing on the bouquet of flowers he was holding in one hand and a small bag in another.  “H-Hey,” your voice stuttered, smiling softly.  “H-Hey,” Peter stuttered back, his lips curling up into a small smile as heat traveled up into his cheeks.  He didn't know he could become so smitten for you so quick.  Your smile used to make him feel nothing but now, it made his stomach do flips and his heart burst into butterflies.  “C-Can we talk?”

You only nodded your head, stepping aside so that he could enter your room before closing it behind you.  “So, what is it that you wanted to talk about-”

“I’m sorry!” Peter interrupted, turning to face with guilt clear on his face.  “I’m sorry for treating you so horribly this whole trip, and I’m sorry that I’ve been gushing to you about that stupid crush I had on MJ when you were in front of me this whole time.”

“W-What?” Your voice cracked, stunned at his words.  You felt your heart leaping around your chest as Peter took another step towards you, to where you guys were inches apart.  “I’m sorry that I’ve been so blinded by my stupid crush on MJ that I never realized that I was in love with you too.”

“Y-You love me?” You asked, your eyes filling with tears as you stared at the boy that has had your heart for years.  “Yes,” he smiled, placing the bouquet of flowers onto your dresser before taking your hand into his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb, sending sparks through both of your bodies.  “Yes I do.”

You had the largest smile on your face as tears of happiness began to stream down your cheeks.  “I-I don't know what to say...”

“I got something for you,” Peter said, opening the small bag that he held in his other hand and taking out a necklace that was shaped as a clear glass heart that had red gem in the middle of it.  “I saw you staring at it in that jewelry store by the opera house.”

“How did you get it?” You asked, taking the necklace into your hands.  “I returned the Black Dahlia necklace so that I could you get this.”  Your eyes widened at his words, “But Peter, what about your plan and all?”

“You are my plan.” Those four words managed to make your heart explode into fireworks, sending sparks erupting in your chest and another happy tear to escape from your eyes.  “It was you, Y/N.  It was always you.”

Without saying anything you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.  Peter’s eyes widened at your sudden action but didn't hesitate to kiss you back, his arms circling around your waist as your hands wrapped around his neck.  Your lips moved in perfect sync with his, sending both of your hearts beating out of control.  You were the first to pull away, both of you breathing heavily, your lips swollen and cheeks bright pink as your foreheads rested against each other.  

You were staring into each other’s eyes as you both tried to catch your breath.  You then couldn't help but smile as those four words that came out of his mouth a few seconds ago filled your mind again, making you realize that this was real.  Peter standing in front of you, holding you, kissing you, was real.

It was always you

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Stress Reliever (Part 1)

Pairing: Kota Ibushi x OC

A/N: Hello beautiful people! The long wait is finally here! Here is Part 1 of 2 of my new series Stress Reliever. This part is surely to make you cry and fan yourselves ;) I hope you guys like it.

Part I: In the Shower

Stress is a bitch, and, unfortunately, I have never been good at managing it. I have a huge project that I have to present next week, and I have been working nonstop for the past month to prepare myself. I am waking up earlier than usual to start on it, and wouldn’t even go to bed until 2 or 3:00 in the morning. I would forget to take a break to eat or rest because I am so worried about not finishing it on time. I see myself as a perfectionist; whenever I am working on something I make it my duty to make sure that every detail is perfect and to my standards. However, it is starting to take a toll on me, both physically and mentally. I am falling asleep during meetings, my head hurts from working too hard, and I am even noticing a change in my weight because I am not eating enough each day. My radiant brown eyes are now shaded with dark circles, and my honey brown skin is losing its natural glow. I am often agitated and frustrated, crying myself to sleep on some nights because I am so overwhelmed. The activities that would help me ease my stress levels, music, painting, kickboxing, don’t have the same effects anymore which causes me to submerge myself into my work even more.

My husband, Kota, is starting to notice this, too, and it’s concerning him a lot more than it is me. He notices that I don’t wake up each morning with my normal happy smile, or kiss him goodbye when he leaves to go to the gym to train. When he comes home, he finds me sitting at my desk in my home office either passed out from exhaustion or crying in frustration. In this past month, I hardly let him touch me anymore, making up excuses that I am too busy with work or that I am too tired. He would bring me to the gym with him sometimes just to get me away from working, making me work out with him or practice my kickboxing to let out some frustration. I used to love to work out with my husband before I took on this project, despite me not being a morning person at all. Kota would help me with my stances and forms to make sure that my strikes land more effectively. He was a great sparring partner, and an excellent teacher praising me for being a natural at the sport. It was also a way that we bonded; to spend time together despite our busy schedules and he would love every minute of his time with me. Now, I am barely seeing Kota because I am keeping myself hostage in my office, and I’m worried that it is putting a strain on our marriage. I hate to see him worry like this, but all I can think about is getting this project done. Great, yet another thing to stress about… 

Kota came home early from working at his show around 7:00 one evening. I was sitting on the couch looking through my notes in a brown folder, my glasses halfway off my face and my normally curly hair in a messy bun. I yawned for like the 20th time that day as I flipped the page, hearing my stomach growl from hunger. I ignored the sensation as Kota shut the door behind him, placed his gym bag on the floor, and walked over to me on the couch. He was standing behind me as his hand rested on the back of my neck and kissed my forehead. I glanced up at him from the corner of my eye with a small, tired smirk on my lips.

“Hello beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ve missed you today.”

His breath tickled my neck, causing me to twitch and giggle slightly. “Hi Kota,” I said trying to hide my tiredness. “I’ve missed you too, honey.”

“How was your day today?” he asked me, although he already knew the answer to that.

“It was okay,” I lied. “Just going over some notes from work.” Just then my stomach growled again, loud enough that Kota heard it too. His face held a small frown when he spoke.

“Forget to eat again?” he said coolly, the disappointment evident in his voice.

I winced slightly as I turned another page in my folder. “I was going to as soon as I was done with this.”

Kota rolled his eyes and sighed. “Sure you were.”

He then went into the kitchen and made me a bowl of ramen to eat along with grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He sat the food and water on the coffee table in front of me, my mouth instantly salivating at the delicious smell. As my stomach wanted me to pick up the bowl and scarf the ramen down my throat, my brain wanted me to finish looking at my notes. My husband watched me hesitate to stop working and eat when he sat down on the opposite side of the couch from me and took the folder from my hands. My head snapped up in surprise as I tried to take the folder back from him. He sat the folder down on the table and looked at me with an intense glare.

“Raina, you need to eat. And I am not leaving until you do.” His voice was heavy with concern laced with a hint of anger. I couldn’t help but feel terrible. Not wanting to fight with him, I sat my glasses down on the table and picked up the ramen and chopsticks. The first bite covered my taste buds in pure joy and I happily enjoyed my first meal for the day. Kota’s face softened a bit as he watched me eat, enjoying his own bowl of ramen as we sat there with the TV playing in the background. I finished the bowl in minutes and drank the entire bottle of water in one sitting. Wow, I must’ve been starving. I sighed in content as I rested my head on the couch, my stomach now full and satisfied. Kota finished his food shortly after and took both bowls into the kitchen. When he came back, he sat back down on the couch when he saw me reach for my work folder. He instantly grabbed my wrist to stop me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Grabbing my folder. You told me to eat first, and I did.”

“Raina, honey, you’ve been at this all day. Don’t you think you deserve a break?”

I knew where this conversation was heading and I blew out a breath in slight annoyance. I pulled my wrist away from him and stood up from the couch. I could feel my emotions start to bubble inside me.

“Kota I know where you’re going with this,” I said. “And I really don’t want to fight with you right now…”

Kota, too, stood up from the couch with him now standing mere inches from me, his mouth holding a slight scowl and his beautiful brown eyes swam with concern and anger. He was trying his best to maintain a cool head.“Then don’t fight with me and actually listen this time. For the past month, I have seen you put yourself through hell when you took on this project. You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, and you always try to pick a fight with me when I just want to help you!”

I scoffed at him. “Kota you don’t have to watch over me! You don’t understand, I need to get this done. I’m completely capable of taking care of myself!”

“Are you?” he asked sarcastically with his arms folded. “You don’t even remember to eat unless I tell you to.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re being ridiculous.”

At my words, Kota snapped. His calm, cool composure is now gone and the anger is clear in his voice. “I’m being ridiculous?! Raina, look at yourself! You are practically working yourself to death, and you’re getting pissed off at me?! How many times have I seen you passed out at your desk from working too hard? How many nights did I listen to you cry yourself to sleep because of how overwhelmed you are? For God’s sake, I can’t even fucking touch you anymore!”

My eyes widened at his words, completely taken aback. I opened my mouth to respond back when he immediately cut me off.

“Save it,” Kota seethed. His jaw was clenched and I could see tears form in his eyes. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you like this? And the fact that you won’t even let me help you hurts like hell.” He swallowed a lump in his throat and what he said next shattered my heart into a million pieces. “I can’t stay here and watch my wife kill herself…”

The tears started to fall from Kota’s face as he turned his back to me so I wouldn’t see him cry. My body felt like lead and my heart was broken as I stood there watching my husband sob to himself. I have never felt so low in my life; all I want to do is pull him into my arms and tell him how sorry I was. He was right; all he did was try and help me and I gave him the cold shoulder. I was so concerned about getting this project done for work and stressing myself out, that I didn’t begin to think about how this was affecting him. I couldn’t help but cry myself, dropping to my knees and hugging myself with my body racked with guilt.

“I’m sorry Kota,” I choked out. “God, I’m so fucking stupid! Baby, I’m so so sorry! You were right, I am stressed out. I’ve tried everything to help me relax, but nothing was working.” I sobbed harder and hiccuped over my words.” “I thought that working more was the only thing to do, and I should have been more considerate about your feelings. Kota, please forgive me…”

Kota turned his head to see me on the floor crying. Even as pissed off as he was, it had killed him to see me in distress like that. He walked over, dropped down in front of me, and pulled me into a tight hug. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to sob into his shoulder. His hands cradled my head as he held me, his voice calm and soothing in my ear.

“Then let me help you,” Kota whispered. “You are my wife, Raina, and I love you. You don’t have to do everything by yourself.” He then tilted my face towards his and pressed his lips to mine into a kiss. His lips were so soft and warm that I melted right into the kiss. I couldn’t remember the last time we’ve shared a kiss like this, and I’ve missed it so much. I craved more of Kota’s touch; I wanted his body closer to me and his lips to explore every inch of me. Distracting me from my thoughts, Kota pulled away from my lips, leaving behind a small pop noise and me breathless. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he cradled my face in his hands; those beautiful brown eyes of his looked at me with such love and want, despite the slight puffiness from him crying a moment ago. He looked so beautiful and angelic I couldn’t help but stare back and smile. His eyes slightly widened in delight, pleased to see a smile upon my face in God knows how long.

“There’s that smile I’ve missed so much,” he said. “You look so beautiful right now, baby.”

I blushed at his words, my body feeling a bit more relieved. But I couldn’t hide the exhausted and shitty feeling I was experiencing. My head felt like it was being beaten like a drum and my eyes felt so heavy. My hair was a matted mop on the top of my head and I just felt gross.

“That’s sweet of you to say honey,” I responded. “I wish I felt the same about myself, but at the moment I feel like shit.”

Kota chuckled at my words and stood both of us up from the floor. Those strong, muscular arms of his wrapped around my waist and his lips pulled into a mischievous smirk.

“Looks like we both could use a stress reliever,” he implied. “And I think I have an idea on how to do that.”

I raised an eyebrow in curiosity and my face carried its own smirk. “Really now? And what would that be?”

“A nice, hot shower. Together. I want to help you relax and ease the tension that you have been feeling. Plus, I really want to see you naked.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. A shower with my husband? Sign me the fuck up.

“You had me at ‘shower’,” I giggled.

Kota, then, took my hand and led our way to our bathroom. He placed a quick kiss to my cheek before stepping over to our large walk-in shower and turning on the hot water. His eyes never left mine as he slowly walked back over to me, seductively removing his shirt in the process. I could feel a small pool of heat bubble in the pit of my stomach, and my loins growing wet. Even in the flourescent lights of our bathroom, his tanned skin held a beautiful glow. His messy, disheveled hair partly covered his eyes and his sinful, signature smirk returned to his face. I licked my bottom lip before biting it, bracing myself on the sink behind me once his body was pressed against me.

“I take it you missed seeing me like this?” Kota whispered smugly.

My fingers roamed up and down his abs and chest before I answered. “I did,” I shuddered. “I almost forgot just how sexy you were half naked.”

He let out a low chuckle. “Well, luckily, you get to see me more than half naked.” I could feel his breath hot in my ear, causing me to shiver, and his slowly growing erection through his shorts pressed against my thigh “And I’m eager for you to be the same.”

God, he is such a fucking tease… he’s hardly said anything and I’m already submitting to him. Then again, it’s one of the reasons why I married him. Not wanting to keep him waiting, my hands traveled to the hem of my shirt, ready to take it off, when Kota’s hands covered mine to stop me.

“Uh-uh,”  he said, shaking his head. “I have waited over a month to get a chance to touch you like this.” He slowly placed my hands at my sides before gliding his fingers up my hips, to my neck, and stopping at my hair. “And I am seizing every chance I get…”

He effortlessly released the hair tie holding my hair in place and ran his fingers through my dark, matted curls, my hair now hanging loosely stopping at my shoulders. “From letting down your hair…”

“...to taking off your clothes.” Those strong yet gentle hands of his massaged my shoulders before making his way back down to my hips, stopping at the hem of my t-shirt. In one swift motion, my shirt went over my head before he tossed it on the floor behind him. He followed through removing my bra, shorts, and panties until I was completely naked in front of him. Kota took a step back and admired my body under the lights, biting his bottom lip and his eyes carrying a lustful stare. The bathroom was growing hot from the steam of the shower, and so was I, the heat in my stomach growing hotter and my pussy wetter by the minute.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Kota whispered, a small moan escaping his lips. He removed his shorts and boxers before leading us into the shower. “I am going to take my time with you, baby.”

The steady stream of hot water from the shower attacked every aching muscle in my body, making me submerge deeper under the water. The water poured down my body like a flowing river, my hair is now soaked, and I felt amazing. I let out a huge sigh, relief surging through my veins.

“Ahhhh….” I sighed. “This feels amazing.”

Just then, Kota’s hands were on top of my shoulders, massaging deeply into my flesh. His lips found his way to my neck, planting a soft kiss.

“You’re so tense, baby,” he cooed. “It’s about time you get a chance to unwind.” 

He spent a few minutes on my shoulders before making his way down my sides. He applied just the right amount of pressure to my body, making me moan out in pleasure. Coupled with the hot water from the shower, Kota’s massage was turning me on. I closed my eyes and leaned in closer to his touch.

“Oh Kota,” I whispered, my arms wrapped around his. “Thank you for suggesting this. I needed this.”

Kota chuckled smugly in my ear. “Oh, baby girl, I’m just getting started with you.”

He grabbed the body wash from the shelf behind him and squeezed a large portion onto a white shower pouf. He briefly ran the pouf under the shower head and squeezed it in between his palm, creating a thick, creamy lather. He started washing my neck and shoulders, rubbing in slow circles, before making his way down my arms and hips. He washed my stomach, my breasts, and down my back. Kota’s eyes were focused and drowned with lust as he wasted no time making sure my entire body was lathered in soap, massaging the soap into my skin using both the shower pouf and his hands, before he turned me around to face him.

“Kota, what…”

 Suddenly, his lips found mine in a heated kiss as he used his tongue to pry my lips open, exploring the insides of my mouth. His hands roamed all over my slick and slippery body admiring every curve,  before stopping and grabbing hold of my hips. The glass door leading into the shower began to steam up with fog, followed by the shower windows.  I could feel my head grow fuzzy as I instinctively wrapped my soapy arms around his neck, streams of bubbles dripping down his chest and arms. My fingers tangled into his wet hair and tugged at it, eliciting a growl from Kota’s lips.

“I couldn’t wait anymore,” he confessed. “I need you…”

My back was pressed against the wall of the shower, the coolness of the tile causing me to shiver inwardly. Kota wrapped one of my legs around his waist and continued to deliver a passionate kiss to my lips, a mixture of water and saliva slowly streaming down. My hands found my husband’s shoulders to steady myself, and I sank my nails into them. Heavy pants and moans escaped from my mouth as I tried to catch my breath between Kota kissing me and the constant flow of water from raining down above us. His lips moved from my mouth to the right side of my neck, sucking and nibbling at the wet, soapy, flesh. Soap ran down Kota’s back and thighs as I tightened my grip around him.

“Ahh,” I hissed out. “Kota…”

Kota saw this as an invitation to take it further, sinking his teeth harder into my neck and his hand squeezed harder into my thigh.My eyes rolled into the back of my skull and I threw my head back in ecstasy, being careful that I didn’t smack my head against the tiles. I moaned out a cry of pleasure and his name escaped from my lips once more. He used his other arm to brace himself against the shower wall, with me now sandwiched between him and the wall. The heat between Kota’s body and the hot water felt like I was in an inferno, and I wanted more.

“Mmm I’ve missed you moaning out my name,” Kota whispered into my neck. “Say it again. Louder.”

He sucked at my neck again, his tongue swirling circles over it, and his teeth sank down into the flesh. I’m pretty sure a bruise will form later. He followed suit by licking a trail from the bruised spot on my neck to the shell of my ear

“Kota, ahhh, fuck!” I moaned louder, throwing my head back again. “More. I need more.”

“Ah, getting greedy aren’t we?” Kota said, smirking. “But you can ask me nicer than that.”

Again with the teasing… Kota really wanted to make me suffer did he? Kota repositioned his body so that he was looking directly at me, his eyes dark with lust and mischief. He held his lips into a cocky smirk as his hands traveled from my hips, to my breasts, before he placed one hand around my neck, his fingers pressed into the sides of my neck hard enough for me to feel it but not enough to hurt me.

“Actually,” he said lowly. “I’d prefer if you beg me.”

The floodgates of my pussy were wide open now. I could feel a small stream of liquid run down my inner thighs; a mixture of soap, water, and my own juices. The only time when he gets this aggressive is when he’s wrestling. The fact that he’s doing it to me makes me want to do anything he tells me to. I submitted instantly.

“Please Kota,” I whimpered. “Please give me more…”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised.

Kota placed a quick kiss to my lips before he slightly spread my legs apart with his hand. His eyes twinkled again with that mischievous stare, and I swallowed a lump in my throat. What is he going to do to me? 

“Trust me,” he said. “You’ll enjoy this.”

He teased my body with his mouth and tongue, planting kisses down my neck to the valley in between my breasts. He swirled and flicked his tongue around each nipple, making me squirm underneath him.

“Mmm,” I whimpered.

Kota smirked against my skin, the water was dripping from the top of his head and down his face. He continued to place kisses down my stomach and sides as he kneeled down in front of me, his head now in between my legs. My body trembled with anticipation and the dizziness in my head grew stronger. My hands found the back of his head to keep myself in place as I took a deep breath in and out.

“Are you all right?” Kota asked and all I could do was nod. A small smile graced his face briefly before he spoke. “Don’t worry. I promise I will take good care of you.”

Kota kissed the inside of my thighs before slowly making his way up to my sensitive core. He glanced up at me one more time before his tongue found my clit, and it took everything in me not to collapse to the shower floor.

“Oh!” I gasped.

Kota’s lips sucked hungrily at my bundles of nerves, his tongue flicking at my clit sending a surge of electricity through my body. My back arched from the tile wall, and my fingers tugged at his hair. I moaned and panted heavily, the sensation overwhelming yet addicting.

“Mmmm, baby, ahhh Kota right there,” I moaned. 

The soap began to slide off my body as the water continued to rain down. The shower door and windows were completely covered and fog with drops of water gliding down the glass. Steam filled the bathroom, covering the mirrors, and my moans echoed throughout the entire room.

“Keep going,” I panted. “Oh my God, you feel so good.”

Kota obliged and entered one finger into my throbbing pussy, making me hiss in pleasure and pain.

“Damn,” Kota hissed. “You’re so tight.”

Luckily, the mixture of my juices and the water from the shower was enough lubricant to make me take his fingers in no time.Kota entered a second finger and pumped in and out of me at a steady pace, his mouth  continuing to lick and suck at my clit.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Mmmm baby yes…”

My fingers tangled and tugged harder into Kota’s hair, soliciting another growl from his lips. 

“Oh Raina,” Kota groaned. “Harder.”

As I sank my fingers deeper into his hair, Kota pumped faster into my throbbing core. My hips rolled against him, hoping to match his rhythm and increase the friction between us. His lips sucked harder against my clit, and I threw my head back so fast that, this time, I bumped my head against the wall. I winced slightly in pain, but Kota’s actions were enough for me to quickly forget about it. I could feel my legs trembling violently and my climax approaching fast.

“Kota, baby,” I whimpered. “Ahh, I’m so close…”

The water was starting to get cold, and both of us started to shiver slightly from the sudden drop in temperature. Kota fingers moved faster, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans into screams.

“I can tell you’re close, Raina,” Kota breathed out, trying to keep his own emotions in check. “Let go for me, baby.”

“Ahhhh, fuck… Yes, baby, YES!!”

With a few more thrusts from his fingers, and a final suck to my core, my climax took over my body with my back arching from the wall, convulsing from Kota’s fingers, and his name exploding from lips in a guttural scream. He pumped a few more times to help me ride out my orgasm before I collapsed against the tiled wall, eyes fluttering closed and out of breath. Satisfied with his work, Kota released his fingers from me, stood up, and planted a kiss to my forehead, shivering a bit from the now cold water.

“Feel better?” Kota asked proudly.

I let out a tired, pleased chuckle and cracked my eyes to feel his arms wrap around my waist and flush my body to his, making sure I didn’t fall to the ground.

“A lot better,” I smiled, then looked down to see his dick still fully and painfully erect. “But what about you?”

Kota shook his head and let out a small smile. “Worry about me later. This was mainly for you, honey. And the cold water is actually helping it go down, so that’s a plus. Which, might I add, I would like to get out now.”

I laughed and shivered at his comment, agreeing with him. “I would too.”

Kota, then, handed me the white shower pouf, grabbed the other one from the shelf behind him, and squeezed soap into both of them. We quickly washed up using the cold water before I turned off the faucet and we stepped out of the shower. Handing me a large, fluffy towel, I dried off my body and hair before wrapping it around myself to comb and blow dry my hair. Kota had his towel wrapped around his waist while he was beginning to brush his teeth. He looked over to me in my area, gave me a wink, and blew me a kiss causing me to blush and smile widely.

To be Continued in Part 2: Thunderstorm

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you’re your father’s daughter

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

summary: where peter, your boyfriend of many months, finds out that you’re tony stark’s daughter

requested by anonymous: Can you do a peter parker x reader imagine where they're dating and her dad is tony stark but nobody knows because she uses her mom's last name and lives with her mom and basically doesn't like her dad and then could you make it be like how peter would react to finding out about that

word count: 4.4k

warnings: angst, swearing, daddy issues

a/n: wow this is a lot longer than pretty much all of my oneshots whaaat?? it’s like,, halfway edited kinda?? so like dont judge it too hard lmao. but anyways i hope y’all enjoy & let me know what you think!

You didn’t like Tony Stark.

Sure, he was your dad, but after what he’d done to you and your mom, your dislike for him had grown immensely. You could barely remember living with him; you were so young that only bits and pieces of your life then stuck with you. Most of your memories with him seemed to be happy, yet you couldn’t stand to even hear his name.

Although it was so long ago, you could still remember the day you and your mother left. She was crying, but being so young, you had no idea why. You were too young to understand why you’d moved, but a few years later your mom explained to you that she and Tony both decided it was best for both you and your mom to move away. She never went into detail why, saying it wasn’t her place to tell you, which led you to assume that Tony wanted to live out his playboy lifestyle with nothing holding him back, even if that meant abandoning his daughter in the process. The last time you spoke to your father was the day you moved out all those years ago.

Even after all of that, you still had Tony’s number saved in your phone. It was silly, but you couldn’t make yourself delete it. Somehow, having his number saved kept you connected to that little bit of happiness he gave you in your younger years. The only time he called was on your birthday each year, and you always let it go to voicemail. He’d leave roughly the same message each time, usually saying ‘happy birthday’ and that he loved you.

He never said he missed you.

You’d listen to those voicemails over and over again, each and every replay digging into your soul. Deep, deep down, you knew you missed him, but you’d built up so many walls that the sadness manifested as resentment in your heart. Even hearing his name could make your blood boil; a defense against the cold, prying fingers of loneliness and longing.

Shaking your head to bring yourself back to reality, you realize that you’re sitting in the lunchroom next to your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

“He just treats me like… like his own kid, you know?” he says adoringly, taking another bite of his sandwich, “He always listens to my ideas and encourages creativity and thinking outside the box. Whenever I suggest something, he takes it into consideration instead of waving me off for being just a kid.”

If it were anybody else, you’d try to change the subject or politely leave to do something else. However, neither of those options worked with Peter. Even if you changed the subject, he’d somehow find his way back to Tony; plus, he knew you way too well to tell if you were trying to leave because you were upset. So, you just sucked it up and tried your best to filter out all of the Tony Stark talk. Now, you were sure that if you ever told him about your situation, he’d immediately stop. After all, he would never do anything to hurt you.

However, telling Peter wasn’t a risk you could take.

If anybody ever found out that you were Tony Stark’s daughter, your life would never be the same. People would only befriend you so they could use you, and you would always be compared to him. You wanted to be your own person and make a name for yourself without the help of your famous dad. Critics would most definitely blame your success on your bloodline rather than your brilliant, science-oriented mind, which wasn’t something you wanted to deal with.

“So, I was talking to Mr. Stark,” Peter’s eyes grow wide with excitement, “and he said I could invite my friend to come to the lab with me sometime! I figured with how much you love science and how brilliant you are, you’d have a blast with us. It’s like a scientific playground up there!”

“Uh,” you rub the back of your neck awkwardly, “As much fun as that sounds, I think I’m busy. Maybe another time?”

“But I didn’t even give you a date-”

“It’s just… not a good time right now, Peter,” you emphasize, giving him a look that told him you weren’t budging.

“Oh, that’s okay..” he looked disappointed, which crushed your heart, “It’s too bad. I mean, I honestly think you guys would get along great. You’re actually super similar! Sometimes I think you’re, like, his long lost daughter or something. You know, just the other day he-”

“Peter, can you just- can you just stop?” you snap, unable to listen to any more. Peter didn’t know any better, but you just couldn’t listen to him talk about Tony for a second longer.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” he asked, concern evident in his voice, “You know, you can tell me anything.”

“Just- just forget it, okay? I’m fine, I promise,” you lean over and plant a kiss on his cheek before standing up to go to class, leaving him sitting confused and alone at the lunch table.

Later that afternoon during your free period, you were sketching plans for a new invention when your phone began to buzz on your desk. After throwing an apologetic look the teacher’s way, you slipped out of the classroom before holding the phone up to your ear.

“Peter, I was in class, you know,” you say only half-seriously, smiling a bit.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes, “Um, I was just calling to make sure you’re, uh, okay.”

Your smile falls, the events from earlier that day flashing across your mind. In all honesty, you had been preparing for this phone call, so you knew pretty much exactly what you were going to say. It was simple: you weren’t feeling well and you just needed some sleep, that’s all. Before you could speak, however, a familiar voice speaks in the background of the call.

“Who ya talkin’ to, kid?” the muffled voice of Tony Stark poured into your ear, causing you to freeze in place and blurt a quick ‘i’m fine’ to Peter before hitting the end call button as quickly as possible. You take a moment to control your breathing, your heart beating a million times a minute.

________

Frowning at his phone, Peter pulls it away from his ear and turns to Tony.

“What, girl problems?” he smirks at Peter, giving him a soft punch to the shoulder.

“Yeah, uh,” Peter stutters, “It’s- it’s nothing, let’s keep working.”

Peter doesn’t see Tony’s eyes widen when he sees your name glowing on the top of the screen as he sends you a text telling you to meet him at the coffee shop later. A small picture of you making a kissy face accompanies a million yellow hearts and heart eyes decorating your contact name.

Tony clears his throat as Peter turns off his phone, shifting his focus back to the task at hand.

________

The door to the coffee shop makes a light ding as you open it, the fairy lights strung along the windows illuminating your face in the darkness of the night. You scan the room to see Peter sitting nervously at the table in the corner by the window, the table you two always sit at.

“What’s up Pete?” you say nonchalantly as you take a seat, even though you already know what he’s about to ask.

“Is- is there something you’re not telling me?” he asks, cutting straight to the chase as he looks up at you with his wide, brown puppy eyes.

“I wish I could tell you that everything is fine, Peter,” you sigh, “But I just can’t. And as much as I want to tell you why, I can’t.”

“Why?” his voice breaks, your heart breaking along with it, “Why can’t you tell me?”

“I just can’t,” you whisper, voice raw with emotion.

“If we’re in this together, we have to-” he paused and took a deep breath, lowering his voice a bit since people were beginning to stare, “We have to trust each other, Y/N.”

You remain quiet and fiddle with your hands, unable to force the words out of your mouth. After holding them inside for so long, you didn’t know how to let them out. A squeak from Peter’s chair causes you to look up at him, taking in his cold face as he stands up and looks down at you with disappointment.

“Peter, wait-”

“Talk to me when you’re willing to tell me the truth,” he states before walking out the door, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

________

You didn’t know how long you sat at that table before you went home, tears streaming down your face. When you walked into the house, your mom was already in bed, so you quietly snuck into your room and clambered underneath the covers. You didn’t care if you were still fully dressed; you needed to sleep and forget about the events of today for just a little while.

No matter how long you sat there with your eyes closed, sleep never took you away. You were stuck in bed, replaying your conversation with Peter over and over again in your head until you were sick of thinking about it.

“Ughhh,” you groan, sitting up and rubbing your face before murmuring to yourself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Sliding out of bed and into your vans, you tiptoe through your house and close the door gently behind you, not wanting your mom to know you left the house so late. With a quick glance at your phone, you note that it’s nearing 1 am, so Peter would most likely be asleep. Whatever, you think to yourself, pulling your hoodie sleeves down over your hands to protect against the cold as you make your way towards his apartment.

When Peter open the door, it’s clear that he’s been crying, which shatters your heart.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you try joking, but he doesn’t seem to return the sentiment.

Cracking jokes at a tense time? The Stark in you was really starting to shine through.

“Why are you here?” he replies, his nose and cheeks tinted pink from the amount of tears he had shed, while yours were tinted from the cold.

“Peter, you have to understand that I- I want to tell you everything, but i just can’t,” you try to explain, the desperation clear in your voice.

“I don’t even know what to say, Y/N,” he exasperates, opening and closing his mouth a few times before letting out all the words he’d been trying to find, “I don’t know what’s up with you, but you’ve been so different lately. You’ve pulled away from me ever since I told you about Spiderman and the Stark Internship. I invite you to things, really cool things like working in a lab with Tony Stark, because I care about you and I want to share these experiences with you and you just- just blow me off like it’s nothing to you! I don’t know why you never want to talk about the internship with me or go on visits-”

“BECAUSE HE’S MY DAD, PETER!” you finally yell, not caring if you wake up the neighbors.

“W-what?” he stutters, eyes going wide.

“Because he’s my dad and he left me and I cannot stand to think about him, let alone talk about him, okay? There. That’s the big secret, and now you know it. Are you happy now?” you snap, finally putting your truth out into the open.

Instead of answering, Peter stands there shocked, hurt filling his gaze.

“Pete?” your voice is quiet now, worried you’ll scare him off because of the look in his eyes.

“I think you should go,” his voice is soft, cracking with emotion at the end of his sentence.

“Wait-”

“Go.” his gaze hardens before he shuts the door in your face, sliding down the other side of it as another round of tears spill down his cheeks. He felt so betrayed; how could you ever keep a secret like that from him?

You stand there for a moment, numbness spreading across your whole body. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, but it was definitely the one you feared the most. You didn’t even register that you were walking down the hallway, lost in thought about how Peter would most likely break up with you.

You’re going to lose the person you loved the most.

And you can’t let that happen.

Suddenly, it was like everything was clear again. Before you can take another step down the stairs, you spin on your heel and run back up to Peter’s door, knocking.

And knocking.

And knocking.

“Peter, please let me in,” you plead, leaning your forehead against the door as you continue to knock, wishing that he would just open the door.

With a sigh, you lean back and slide your phone open, going to his contact in your messages. One tap later, you take note of the small dot that reperesents Peter moving quickly across the map.

“Fuck,” you breathe, sliding your phone into your back pocket and running back down the hallway. There was only one place he could be going; the place you never thought you’d return to.

Much to your surprise, you only hesitate for a moment once you’re outside of the tower before running inside and demanding to be let up.

“I need to get upstairs!” you urge, giving the very tired receptionist an exasperated look.

“The tower is closed, Ma’am,” she repeats, annoyance clear in her voice, “You can come back tomorrow during our work hours.”

“Please…” you take a glance at her name tag, “Katy. Please, I need to get up there and talk to Tony.” “If you don’t leave the premises, I’ll have to call security,” she warns, reaching for her phone.

“No!” you reach out towards her and she raises an eyebrow at you, “I mean, please, I’m begging you. Just call Tony and tell him that Y/N Y/L/N is here to see him and he’ll let me up.”

“I’m sure that he’s asleep-”

“I can guarantee that he isn’t,” you pressure, leaning over the counter and giving her the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

After a few more moments of consideration, she caves, sighing a quick “Alright” before lifting up the phone and speaking quietly into it for a few minutes.

“You’re clear to go,” she gestures to the door, and you catch a small bit of surprise in her voice as she did so. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting Tony to let the random teenage girl from the lobby upstairs.

You walk towards the elevator, heart in your throat as you press the button for the floor that the receptionist told you Tony was on. Each floor you pass makes a small beep, each one elevating your heart rate slightly until the final ding of the elevator rings out.

When the doors open, he’s there.

Tony Stark, the man you hadn’t seen in years.

You stand awkwardly for a moment, frozen in place until finally he coughs and gestures toward the living room, blurting out a quick “Pete’s in there.” Giving him a simple nod, you walk past him and began walking down the hallway, nervous to see Peter because of what he might say to you.

As your nerves begin to build, your pace begins to quicken as well, growing from a casual walk into a full on sprint. After what seems like an eternity of running, you finally slide to a stop in the doorway, trying to catch your breath as Peter’s head jerks up to look at you with red, puffy eyes.

“Peter, I-”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he falters, looking you straight in the eyes. You can’t hold eye contact with him, so you stare at the ground as he continues, “It was so, so hard to tell you about Spiderman. Did you know that? Did you know how hard that was for me? I trusted you with that huge secret, Y/N, yet you couldn’t tell me something as- as little as this.”

At those words, you jerk your head back up, raising your eyebrows at him. You can tell that he regrets the words as soon as they come out, but you can’t just let it go.

“Woah, woah, woah, Peter,” you feel the anger begin to rise within you, “this is not ‘little.’ Just because it isn’t some sort of secret identity superhero reveal doesn’t mean it isn’t a huge part of me. It’s almost impossible for me to talk about, so for you to say that it’s ‘little’ really fucking hurts.”

“That’s not-” he takes a deep breath, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Peter?” you cross your arms, waiting for an explanation.

“Mr. Stark is one of the most important people in my life. He’s helped me with so much and I don’t know where I would be right now without him. Probably dead, to be honest. At this point, he’s my father figure, you know? And I just can’t believe you kept something like this from me for so long. It hurts that you didn’t trust me with it, especially when I’ve trusted you with so much in my life.”

“You think that this didn’t hurt me too, Peter?” you retort, “You think that keeping this secret from not just everybody, but you, the person I love most, was easy? It was so so fucking hard to hear you talk about him every day, Peter. It was so hard to pretend like I was busy every time you invited me to things or like every time you spoke his name it wasn’t like a knife was being shoved into my chest, because he’s giving you the love he could never find in himself to give me. I understand that he’s your father figure, Peter, but he isn’t mine. I’m so happy that he loves you, but it’s really hard to hear about that when I know that he never loved me.”

You wipe away tears that you didn’t know you’d been shedding until that moment before whispering, “I never meant to hurt you, Peter.”

He was looking down at his shoes, so you had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. All you wanted was for him to say something, anything, in reply. At this point, you were ready for anything he threw at you.

“He talks about you, you know.”

Okay, maybe you weren’t ready for that.

“W-what? I don’t- How do you know that?”

“I-I never knew it was you until now. I always assumed that he just kept his kid a secret from the world for their own sake, which I guess is actually somewhat true,” he swallowed harshly, “I guess your mom keeps him updated on your life because he always talks about how smart and accomplished his kid is. He’d tell me about how they won the science fair when they were only in third grade and were competing against middle schoolers, or how they’d scored a major internship that only five kids were awarded nationwide. I must be pretty thick since I never put the pieces together until now, but Y/N, he does love you. He loves you and he’s so, so proud of you, even if you don’t know it.”

“Then why- why didn’t he ever tell me?” you ask, unable to comprehend everything Peter just told you.

“Because-” he pauses for a moment, thinking, “Because, if you didn’t want anything to do with him, he probably knew that and stayed away because he didn’t want to upset you. At least, I’m assuming that’s why.”

You take a minute to take everything in, reconsidering everything you’ve ever thought about your father. All this time, you might’ve been wrong about him. Looking back on it, you can remember times when your mom would attempt to talk to you about the situation, but you’d always refused, not wanting to even think about him after what he’d done. 

But now? Now, you were willing to listen.

“I’ll be back,” you blurt out before running out of the room, pushing all thoughts about Peter to the back of your mind as you search for the person you need to talk to the most.

When you find him, he’s sitting on the steps of a staircase with his head in his hands, looking rather gloomy.

“Uh, Tony?” you clear your throat awkwardly and Tony looks up at you slowly, not believing his own ears when he hears your soft voice addressing him.

“Oh, hey kid,” he says calmly, attempting to brush off any nervousness, “So, you and Spiderling, huh? I gotta admit, I didn’t see that coming. Didn’t think that kid could love anything more than he loves his homework-”

“Tony,” you tentatively place a hand on his arm for a moment before pulling away, effectively stopping his rambling. While he was talking, you’d managed to make your way up to sit next to him on the stairs. “I-I want you tell me what happened.”

“Well, it all started when I met your mom at a bar-”

You give him a look and he closes his mouth, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You know what I mean.”

“Why do you want to know?” he asks, genuinely confused as to why you were suddenly open to discussion after so long, “After all these years, why now?”

“Because,” you pause, trying to find the right words, “I think I’ve had the wrong picture in my head my whole life. Why we left, why you never called. All of my assumptions have caused a lot of hurt for so many people in my life, and I just want to know the truth now.”

He nods, taking a deep breath before explaining everything to you. When you were born they kept everything a secret from the press, wanting to give you as normal of a life as possible before you were inevitably discovered. However, the older you got, the harder it was for them to keep you a secret. They could continue to keep you hidden for your entire life, but what kind of life would that be? Limited to the confines of the tower, never allowed to see anyone outside of immediate family. After plenty of long, solemn discussions, your parents decided that it was best for you to move away with your mom. Tony would rather see you grow to your full potential from afar than near him and weighed down by the burden of fame. 

And just like that, everything suddenly makes sense to you. While you knew it would take time to grow back into a father-daughter relationship again, you also knew it was something that you were determined to accomplish someday.

After the conversation dies, you sit quietly with him for a few minutes. As you sink into the comfortable silence, a sudden thought crosses your mind, it’s urgency causing you to jump to your feet.

“Wait- how did you knew Peter and I were dating?” you blurt out, turning to look at the amusement in Tony’s eyes.

“Saw your name on the kid’s phone. It had lots of little heart emojis by it, so I assumed,” he shrugs, smirking slightly.

“Speaking of Peter, I should, uh, probably go back and talk to him,” you begin to walk down the steps, nearly making it to the doorway before Tony yells after you.

“Hey, keep it PG!” he shouts, shooting you a wink when you turn over your shoulder.

Shaking your head, you try to wipe away the smile creeping up on your face as you turn back around and make your way back to the boy you love.

Once back in the living room, you’re surprised to find that Peter is nowhere to be seen. You’re about to pull out your phone and give him a call when suddenly, you’re attacked with a hug from behind, a yelp falling from your mouth.

“Peter!” you laugh, melting into his arms, “You scared me!”

“Mmm,” he mumbles, giving you a tight squeeze before letting go and spinning you around to look you in the eyes, “Where’d you run off to?”

“I, uh, talked to my dad,” you explain, finding it a bit odd to call him Dad after so long.

His gaze softens as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “And how’d it go?”

“Pretty good, actually,” you admit, a bit surprised yourself by how smoothly it went.

“Listen, I never apologized for earlier,” he says quietly, guilt shining in his eyes, “It was wrong of me to ever say those things-”

“Shh,” you put a finger to his lips, “Yes, you may have said some things you shouldn’t have, but you were rightfully upset and I know you didn’t mean them. I’m sorry for hiding this from you for so long. Even if Tony and I weren’t talking, you still had a right to know about my past, because it’s what makes me who I am today.”

“But-”

“No buts, Peter. We’re both at fault here. Communication is key, and we both kinda failed in that area. We can talk more about this tomorrow if you want, but I’m exhausted and in need of some ice cream. Care to join me?”

Smiling, you grab his hand and try to pull him in the direction of the elevator. Instead, you were jerked backwards, shooting him a glare when you realize that he has planted his feet into the ground to prevent you from going any further.

“Actually, I have a much more efficient way of getting there….” he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and carrying you over to the balcony outside.

“Peter, oh my god, I am NOT going to do this- AAAAA!” you scream and close your eyes as he jumps over the edge, letting your bodies fall. Your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders as he holds you close, swinging from building to building with ease. (You could’ve sworn you felt him laugh at you.)

Before you knew it, your shrieks of terror turn into shouts of glee as the wind rushes by your face. Peter assumes that you’ve gotten used to the sensation of flying through the air as he takes a quick glance at your now open eyes and wide smile. However, the real reason you’re no longer afraid was because of a single thought that crosses your mind as your hair whips around your face.

Nothing, not even swinging high above the city in the dead of night, was as scary as losing the people you loved most.

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Cry - Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 Pair: Dean x Reader, Sam, Bobby Warnings: Angst, swearing, a little fluff, angst, WC: 4768 A/N: Based on the Mandy Moore song by the same title. I adore this movie, and this song (and of course Mandy and Shane), and when it came on one day, this whole thing played out and I had to write it down. I tried to keep as close to the seasons three and four as possible, but for the sake of the story, some details may have been changed/added. This is pre-hell Dean, starting in season 3, finishing in season 4. Betaing and Graphic were done by the always amazing @coffee-obsessed-writer who without, I probably wouldn’t have been able to finish this! Thank you for everything love! You have been above and beyond amazing and I thank you so much for putting up with me! :) And who also helped a lot with this chapter!! I pulled a book title out of thin air that I thought would be a decent title in Italian. If there are any issues with the translation, blame Google for that. If it needs to be changed, let me know. Gif is also not mine.

- - - 

When Sam walked into the diner, it had been a week since you had seen Bobby. That in itself surprised you, seeing as the man couldn’t go more than two days without coming in for at least a cup of coffee. Sam saw you clearing plates from the counter while talking to one of the patrons, laughing at something they had said to you. He didn’t immediately walk over to you, waiting until your attention was on him.

As you turned away from the counter your gaze fell on him and your smile faded. The moment you saw him standing there, alone, you knew. Sam looked guilty, but not in the way one does when they’ve done something wrong. It was how he couldn’t meet your eyes or in the way his chest heaved when he breathed a sigh to stop his own despair from overflowing. He wasn’t just mourning the loss, but also carrying the pain of knowing you would be now, too.

The only sound in the entire diner was that of the plates that had been in your hand suddenly shattering into a million tiny pieces on the floor, but you didn’t notice the noise. In the next second, you were falling to your knees, not realizing tiny shards of glass were cutting into your legs, the dress of your uniform doing nothing to protect you. You felt the stinging, an even more painful one on the palm of your hand that was trying to hold your body up as you sat there hunched over, your body wracked with sobs. Sam rushed over to you, closing the small space quickly with his long legs, helping you up before you hurt yourself any more than you already had. You felt the warmth of his body, felt his arms lifting you up effortlessly, felt that you were somehow moving. You didn't realize that Darla was ushering Sam into the back room.

You hadn’t even noticed Bobby there with Sam. Bobby talked to Darla and told her a condensed version of what had happened to throw you into a tailspin like that. More than understanding about the situation, she went back and told Sam to take you home. You, of course, couldn’t hear any of this through the sobs that you were crying into Sam’s shoulder as he held you, your now bloody hand gripping his flannel, despite the pain it was causing. You could barely hear the murmurs of Sam, shushing you and saying that everything was going to be ok. He held you, running a hand over the back of your head, a few tears of his own falling into your hair. The sound of the ‘no’ that you kept repeating seemed so distant to you like it wasn't coming from your own mouth.

Never letting go of Sam, you were only vaguely aware that you were moving again, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Sam got in the passenger side of Bobby’s old pickup truck carefully, still holding on to you. It wasn't the most comfortable ride, but you weren't ready to let go, and he wasn't about to argue with you. Bobby didn't live far from town, only about 15 minutes, most of which were quiet rural roads. The sound of the tires on the asphalt soothed you some, your body not shaking as it had been by the time you got to his house, but the pain in your legs and hand making you whimper every so often. You hadn't moved from the spot on Sam's shoulder, surely having soaked his shirt through with your tears and blood.

By the time you reached the house, you were little more than quietly crying. When Bobby pulled in, he turned off the engine and sat for a moment, not really sure what to say. He got out of the truck and walked around the back to open Sam’s door. In the brief moment that it was just the two of you, you somehow managed to find your voice, the rasp of it very evident from the crying.

“He’s gone.”

You felt his deep inhale and exhale at the words; his arms tightening around you. With your head still on Sam’s shoulder, you only heard Bobby open the door, the nonverbal exchange between Sam and Bobby lost on you. Hearing the crunch of gravel after a beat and guessing it was Bobby walking away, Sam made no move to get out of the truck. After a moment, Sam spoke but was unable to pull you out of your thoughts, his words barely registering with you.  

“I know, Y/N/N. We can find him. I know we can. He won’t be gone forever,” kissing the top of your head, not knowing what that word meant to you.

At the mention of that word, your entire body tensed up in Sam’s arms. Forever. That’s what it was supposed to be. You were supposed to be his forever, and you his. It was supposed to be the two of you, having a slice of that apple pie life. But now he was gone.

Your mind went blank. Dean was gone. Actually and truly gone.

- - -

“Y/N, can you take these for me? It’ll help with the pain when I clean you up,” Sam asked softly. He tried to get your attention on him, tucking a hair behind your ear and moving his hand to your chin, keeping his movements gentle. The look in your eyes he was met with was…well he didn't know what it was. The closest thing he could think of was that they were empty. Despite the fact that your eyes were on him, he could tell you weren't really focusing on him, it was almost like you were looking right through him as if he wasn't sitting in front of you.

You didn’t respond and made no movement to take the pills from him. You stayed there, staring into nothing, your entire world just one giant void.

“Sam, I think she’s gone catatonic,” Bobby said from somewhere in the room. “Girl went straight past shock. She’s gotta come out of this on her own.”

“Bobby, this is going to hurt, I…I can’t do that to her.”

“There’s some local anesthetic in the first aid kit. It’ll at least help dull the pain,” he said before going off to get the kit.

When he came back, Sam spread the local around the gash on your hand hoping to God that it would help you. He moved down to your legs, taking the tweezers out of the kit and started meticulously pulling out pieces of glass. To Sam, the sound of the shards hitting the bottom of the bowl next to him was deafening. He kept looking up from his spot on the floor in front of you, making sure you were ok, your face remaining emotionless. When all of the glass was out, he took a clean rag and soaked it with peroxide before whispering, “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” and cleaned the cuts.

Hoping that the time spent on your legs was enough to let the anesthetic numb your hand, he took the tweezers again to start the process over. Only this time it was deeper and one that would need sutures. The glass was a little more unwilling to dislodge from your hand since it had been sitting for so long, the blood drying around it. After trying to coax it out gently, unsure of what your reaction would be, he finally went for it and pulled it out, hearing you inhale sharply but staying unmoved. When he was sure that there were no more stray pieces, he took the peroxide and cleaned the wound, knowing this one hurt, the sound of your increased breathing confirming that for him.

The stinging of the peroxide was the only thing you could feel, reminding you that this was real and everything was happening.

And that Dean was gone.

Much to Sam’s surprise, you didn’t budge when he started sewing up your palm, knowing that no matter how well he stitched, it was going to leave an ugly scar. One that would remind you every day of the day you lost Dean. Fourteen sutures later and the two-inch cut on your hand was closed. He bandaged it, along with some of the ones on your legs and cleaned up the area around the two of you.

Not knowing what else to do, Sam brought you a piece of toast and a glass of water. He thought that whenever you did come out of this, you would no doubt be thirsty, and probably wouldn’t want much more than the slice of bread. That was if you decided to eat at all.

An hour. That’s how long Sam spent pacing the room, moving from one sitting spot to another and checking his phone for messages he knew weren’t there. An hour is how long he spent watching you, as your body blankly processed what the hell had happened.

Another hour and Bobby was in the room standing next to him where he sat in the chair across from you, his elbows on his knees and chin resting on his hands.

“Here,” Bobby said gruffly, handing Sam a beer.

“Thanks.”

He took it and drank down almost half of it, wishing for something stronger.

“So.”

“Bobby, I don’t know what to do. Where do we start? What do I do? Call up every demon I can and ask where he is?”

“I suppose that’s a start.”

“And then what? What demon in their right mind is going to tell me how to help him?”

Bobby had since moved over to the desk that was covered with old texts and ancient lore. “I don’t know Sam. I’ve never had to try to get someone out of Hell before,” he said, sounding as tired as he looked.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Sam closed his eyes, once again being met with the sight of the Hellhound. Despite the image, he kept his eyes closed and head down, waiting for an idea, any idea, to come to him.

“Angels.”

At the sound, his head snapped up and he and Bobby were looking to the source.

“Angels can pull a soul out of Hell,” you said, your voice monotonous and distant. Blinking a few times you turned your gaze to Sam who was looking at you like he had just seen a ghost.

“Angels can do it. They can save him,” you repeated, a little more life back in your voice.

“Y/N, Angels don’t…no one has ever seen an Angel. Dean doesn’t even believe in them. Hell, with as much faith as I have, believing in God and praying, I wonder if I even believe they exist.”

Keeping your eyes on him you responded flatly, like it answered everything, “Demons exist.”

Letting out a short huff of air Sam thought about that. “Yeah, they do. Ok then, where are we going to find an Angel?”

- - -

You thought it funny, that the reason any of the work on your degree was coming in handy was that the guy you were seeing sold his soul to save his brother and was now sitting in the depths of Hell as payment. Well, funny might have been a strong word; ironic maybe. Nevertheless, you knew the one thing that could save him, other than the Demons just deciding to let him go, was an Angel.

The moment you realized that it was an Angel you needed, you went through every single book in Bobby’s den, with Bobby even going out to the truck and getting the few out there. If it had the word ‘angel’ even once you were reading it.

It took you two days. Two days to go through every text the older hunter had, only to come up with the thing you already knew; Angels can save a soul from Hell. Bobby had a big ancient looking book with gilded edges and leather bound, Una Storia degli Angeli di Enochian. You were sure the answer was somewhere in the book, even if you stayed up all night trying to decipher the Old Italian text. There was really only one part that you cared about. It was a page facing a full-page color print of an angel quite literally dragging a soul out of the depths of Hell. Your eyes were drawn to it and you sat there looking at it for twenty minutes, running your finger over the already well-worn page. The only thing you could think of was Dean, trapped down there; his only hope of a rescue was damn near impossible. Ok, impossible. It wasn’t like you could just order up an Angel or dial a 1-800 service.

There was no way you could make this work. And you hated it.

"Y/N, please, you need to sleep. You have been up for nearly forty hours, and have barely had anything to eat. Not only is that not good for you, but we also haven't found anything. There's no use searching the same books again when we know what isn't inside.”

Sam was knelt down next to your knees where the book was resting. You didn’t realize you were crying until you saw the tear hit the antique page. His hand came into your field of view when it rested on top of the hand sitting on the picture. Sam lightly squeezed your hand, a gesture to get you to try to look at him. "Let's get you upstairs. I have an extra t-shirt you can have, and maybe a pair of sweats somewhere," he said to you as if he was talking to a scared animal.  

You shook your head, holding back the tears that wanted so badly to fall. “My legs hurt,” you whispered, hoping he knew what you meant.

“That’s ok. I’ll get you something for the pain. Let’s go upstairs, hm?”

Nodding, you kept your gaze on the picture. The longer you looked at it, the more it started looking like it could have been a painting of Dean. Maybe it really was time to get some sleep.

Once you were changed, leaving the sweat pants at the foot of the bed; you carefully got under the covers. The effects of the pain medicine hadn’t set in yet, and the sheet rubbing against the cuts on your legs made you wince in pain. Sam was by your side in a second.

“Hey…hey, you ok?” squatting down to match your sitting height.

All you could do was nod, throwing the sheet off of you to ease any further discomfort.

Realizing what the was issue at the gesture. “Oh. The meds should kick in soon, maybe help you sleep a little bit. Do you need anything before I go?”

“Go?” you asked him, looking up at him almost panicked.

“I’m just going to be downstairs. I’m not going to leave,” Sam said calmly.

“Oh. Ok.”

“Call me if you need something, okay? Try to get some sleep.”

With that, Sam stood back to his full height and turned to go, making a panic rise inside of you. At the last second, you grabbed his arm making him look down at you with a questioning look on his face.  

“Can you…um…I don’t…”

“Of course, Y/N/N.”

Changing his jeans for the sweats on the bed and shedding his coat and flannel down to just a t-shirt, Sam got in bed next to you, letting you curl into him so you were comfortable.

“I couldn’t save him,” you said so softly that it could barely register on the decibel scale. Sam somehow still heard it though because he replied with a simple, “We’ll get him back,” that was just as quiet leaving a kiss to your forehead.

That’s all it took for the floodgates to break sending you into yet another meltdown as you cried yourself to sleep in Sam’s arms.

- - -

It was three more days before you went back home and two weeks before you went back to work. In those two weeks, you had told your sister what had happened and why you had suddenly gone AWOL without so much as a text. The one thing that you were thankful for was that she didn’t get Sherriff Mills involved because that would have created a whole mess of problems you just didn’t need. At least now that Chloe knew what had happened, and why, you had someone to talk to about it; when you felt like talking. Your days were quiet, your once bubbly and shiny personality now flat and dull.

Sam also left. He said he needed to go hunt and kill something, and despite him promising you that he would text and let you know he was ok, you rarely heard from him.

Living in Sioux Falls was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, people talked so gossip spread like wildfire. On the other hand, people talked so they knew when not to bring something up with someone. Like a boy gone and dragged into hell by an invisible hound, not that they knew the real details of what happened. While you were still pleasant with the patrons in the diner, they respected your space and never asked about the scar on your hand that was still an angry red, or if you were okay. They also dared not ask about the boy, knowing they’d probably have to deal with Bobby if it got brought up.

Bobby came into the diner almost every morning. He’d skip a morning here and there, usually if he was busy helping another hunter with some research. The two of you knew he was only doing it so he could check up on you and make sure you were still okay, without actually asking if you were okay.

Which is why, by the morning of September 18th, you set down the cup of coffee in front of Bobby giving him an “I’m fine,” instead of a “Good morning.”

“I know darlin’. I just worry about ya’ is all.”

“I know Bobby. But things are finally starting to settle, I’m getting better and school is going well. I’m okay,” you told him as you looked down at your hand that held the scar from the day four months ago. You weren’t lying when you told him you were fine, but you also weren’t about to tell him that you still had rough days.

“Have you heard anything from Sam? He’s been quiet, at least with me,” you asked changing the subject, wiping down the counter near him.

“Yeah, sort of. He called last week asking for some help with research on a ghost he was dealing with in Kittanning, Pennsylvania. It seemed to have been a simple salt and burn from the looks of things. Other than that, I haven’t heard from him. Knowing him he probably holed himself up in some podunk town.”

“Well, if you hear from him, tell him I said hi.”

- - -

Bobby didn't come into the diner the next day or the day after that. Not even on Sunday, and he never missed Sunday. It wasn’t that odd, he had been gone days at a time before without saying anything to you. But something was telling you that it wasn’t right. You decided that you’d wait until Monday and if he didn’t come in, you were calling the Sherriff.  

Sure enough, he showed up at 8:00 on the dot, like clockwork.

“Mr. Robert Singer, what the hell have you been?” You asked, hand on hip, waiting for him to take off his coat that was soaked through with the fall storm that was moving through town.

“Sorry darlin’. Got caught up with…a case, and it uh…took a little more doin’ than we expected.”

You looked at him a second narrowing your eyes, deciding if you were going to believe him. When you figured he had no reason to not be telling the truth, you went and got his coffee. With the morning rush, you tuned out the bell above the door since it was constantly ringing with people going out and coming in. In a brief second, you saw a figure walk by the front windows of the diner, recognizing the gait, and height, and profile. But it couldn’t be. There’s absolutely no way. I tried…

The doors opened again, some commotion with people going in and out, making them stay open longer than anyone probably wanted them to. But with them staying open, you were able to see outside and see a person standing down on the sidewalk looking up into the diner. A person you hadn’t seen for four months. A person you thought you were never going to see again.

Dean.

Holding the coffee pot as you realized all of this, having just finished pouring Mr. Peterson’s coffee, you had the good sense to set the pot down before starting to walk towards the doors. Bobby spun around on his stool watching your realization, a tiny smirk on his lips. He’d deny that it happened until the end, even though you couldn’t see it.

As you got to the door, you wondered if this was your imagination playing some sort of cruel trick on you. It wouldn’t have been the first time you thought you saw him somewhere, lost in the crowd. Pushing on the door slowly fearing that the image would disappear once the door was opened, you saw that the figure was still there and that it was most definitely Dean Winchester.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, speaking up over the sound of the pouring rain. His smile was just as you remembered it.

He was completely soaked through, water droplets on the ends of his hair, the shoulders of his coat a darker green than the rest, the bottoms of his pant legs darker denim from the puddles of water. Soaked or not, it was Dean. Your Dean. Once it settled in your mind that this was your Dean, you ran down the short front steps and up to him, looking at him intently with a look of shock still on your face. You tentatively reached your hand up as if you were about to touch his cheek, then paused, still not totally convinced he was real.

There was a glimmer of amusement in his eye as he watched you process all of this. As your finger touched his cheek gently, feeling the warmth of his skin, the realization fell over you, your eyes widening slightly as they looked into his.

“Dean,” you breathed out before throwing your arms around his neck as his went tightly behind your back holding you close to his chest. You nuzzled your face into his neck inhaling deeply, the smell of leather, vanilla and whiskey still there. You didn’t move for a solid two minutes. You could care less about the rain or how wet your uniform was getting. All you cared about was that Dean was back and you were in his arms.

After you somewhat reluctantly broke apart you started in with all of the questions. “But how? Bobby, Sam and I tried everything, looked for anything and asked everyone we possibly knew. How are you back?”

He let out a laugh, a hand going to the back of his neck. “I’m not sure you would believe me if I told you.”

“After everything, try me Winchester. I’m sure I can handle it,” you told him, your hands still on his waist, not wanting to let him go.

“Well, it was an angel, which I didn’t think existed, but then everything was pointing to that so we went to see a psychic named Pamela and she found him and tried to talk to him and we got a name and we figured out a way to summon him and he showed up and told me why and-” he paused, not because he was telling you all of this without stopping to take a breath, but because of the look on your face. Shock? Horror? Scared? He couldn’t really tell.

“What, what is it Y/N?” his voice now only filled with concern.

“You said…an ang- an angel brought you back?”

“Uh, yeah. See? I told you it was going to sound crazy,” he said with an unsure laugh.

“No, it’s not that it’s…that’s what I told Sam and Bobby. I knew it was an angel that could save you, I just couldn’t figure out how to talk to them, to find them. That’s the only reason I ever stopped looking,” you told him before you were hugging around his neck once again, “I’m so sorry I stopped looking for you.” By this point, you couldn't tell the difference between the tears and the rain that was running down your face. Quite honestly, you didn't care what saved him, you were just glad he was back.  

“Sweetheart, you did everything you could and that means the absolute world to me,” Dean said as he started rubbing his hands up and down your back, your uniform thoroughly soaked through. His hands trailed up to your shoulders and started making their way along your arms. He pulled ever so gently, wanting you to release your hold on him as he took your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and placing soft kisses on the back of your hands. Turning them over before placing a kiss on one palm, and then the other, right over the scar that had since faded but not disappeared. You could only assume that Sam had told him what had happened the day he came to get you. Looking intently at the scar and running a thumb over it he shifted his gaze up to your eyes, tears in his own that were even greener as they stood out against the dark grey sky. “I’m so sorry baby.”

You knew there was nothing that you could say to make him believe that it really was ok. It may have been a quick year and a long four months, but you knew how Dean worked, and you knew he would forever blame himself for the mark on your hand. “It’s ok, I promise,” was all you could say, giving him a soft but genuine smile.

“So, know anywhere where a guy can get a slice of pie? I’ve missed it,” he said with a short laugh and beautiful smile.

You grinned, “You better not be saying you missed pie more than me Dean Winchester.”

“It felt like forever that I was without you, I can’t miss anything more than I missed you,” he said, a hand coming up to run the backs of his fingers gently over your cheek. His smile shifted slightly in the way of going from playful to loving. He looked at you like you were the most important thing to him that he never wanted to be without again. Dean’s thumb settled on your jaw, fingers resting on your neck and slowly pulled you into him. His lips hovered over yours, and you saw his eyes squeeze shut, almost as if he was afraid you were nothing but another dream, like the ones that helped him get through the last four months.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, only able to be heard with how close he was.

“I love you too, Dean.”

The moment flesh touched flesh; a small whimper escaped you, prompting him to grip your waist just as tight as the angel who saved him did. The kiss deepened, longing nips and shared breaths as your lips became acquainted after so long. Two intense fires grew into a blaze that couldn’t be lessened by the rain that continued to fall; and all from a slip of his silky tongue against yours. There was no getting enough of the taste of him, or the passion in which he devoured you, leaving you completely oblivious to the passersby. Finally you were able to steel yourself away from him, and he only let you because he needed to see your face again; caress your cheek and see that you were truly real.

“What do you think it would be like to be able to have forever?” He asked you, his eyes searching your face as if he was memorizing it all over again, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

“Forever?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Like everything I’ve ever wanted with you.”

- - - 

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.:Happy Camper:. [Camp Camp Fic]

 It was a brand new day at Camp Cambell, David had just recently assigned the campers their activity after breakfast in the mess hall, the campers, of course, were not planning on getting their hopes up any time soon. Especially the Camps' Biggest troublemaker; Max. Speaking of which,

   "Uhm...Gwen? Where's Max? He hasn't shown up to Breakfast this morning."    "Hell If I know. The little shit's probably gone off to cause trouble someplace else.."        "Now, Now Gwen; There's no reason to assume someone's actions unless proven." David wagged a finger at his Co-counselor Gwen, her legs propped up on her desk as she wrote in a notebook.    "Uh huh...Whatever." Gwen retorted with a pair of rolling eyes.    "...I...I'm gonna go find him," David said with a positive smile "And see if he's okay.."    "Have fun, don't get mauled by Bears." Gwen teased as David stepped out of the Counselor's bunkhouse on the search for the mischevious little camper Max. David sighed whilst Looking around at all the campers, all doing their own little thing, Harrison and Nerris arguing over who was the better magic kid, Space kid was hanging upside down in a tree, and Nurf-...Oh dear. David nervously hurried over to Max's tent, and he parted the curtains to peek inside.    "Maaaax~? Max are you in here?" David looked inside, he didn't even smell the aroma of Black Coffee filling the tent. David's hazel eyes scanned the tent until he spotted a lump huddled underneath the blanket of Max's bed.    "Oh Max~" David smiled and stepped inside, sitting down on the cot next to the boy, and he placed his hand on Max's shoulder, gently shaking him. "Come on Max, Time to wake up sonny, you missed breakfast-" David cut himself off, something wasn't right, David furrowed his brows and worriedly pulled off the covers to find Max's Knitted double lying lifelessly on the bed.    "Oh dear..!" David stood up, looking around nervously, He stepped out of the tent and tried to wrack his brain for anywhere that he could be hiding. A Sharp, Cold hook tapped his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts, David turned around to see the Quartermaster, staring at David with a rather grumpy-looking expression    "Oh! Hello Quartermaster, What can I help you with?" David asked curiously.    "...Kid's Cryin'.." QM grunted in response.    "Is it Max??" David's eyes widened" "Ah- I'm looking for him" The QuarterMaster nodded and pointed his hook over in the direction of the dark forest, this worried David.    "Oh No!! He can't wander off like that! I gotta go save him!" David ran past The QuarterMAster, in the Direction where he pointed out    "...No Runnin'.." He said in response.        "Max!! Max where are you??" David called out as he ran through the brush of the woods, the farther he walked away from camp, the darker and darker it had gotten, He walked to a point in the forest where it was nearly pitch black, David tried to see what lied in front of him, he stretched out his arms, and felt a tall hedge. "Huh..?" David pushed through the hedge, twigs, and vines catching on his shirt, he winced when a bright light shone in his eyes, Beyond the dark hedge, shone a clearing, of trees surrounding a Wooden throne, bushes covered in roses placed beside said throne, The air and ground littered with Rosy-pink petals, blossoms, and white butterflies. Sitting on the throne, was Max, his knees tucked up to his chest, and his head in his arms, he was holding his stuffed Bear Mr. Honey Nuts tightly as he sobbed, This was New to David, He's never really seen him cry before. Seeing him cry made his heart shatter into millions of pieces, and he quietly approached the distressed boy.    "Max...There you are." David said with a frown "Are..you okay..?" Max flinched at the sound of David's voice and he wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "Th-The Fuck you want David??" David didn't even scold him for cursing this time, which surprised Max, however still tried to keep an angry composure, which he found difficult as David knelt down to Max's level.    "Max, Please tell me what's wrong." David furrowed his brows, he was wearing such an Un-David-like Frown, Even Max hated seeing it.    "I..-" Max began, he couldn't find the right words, but he stayed silent. With a sigh, David rose up and sat down on the wooden throne next to max, it was big enough for the both of them to sit on, David looked down at max, and patted his back. "You can tell me, Max.." With a wince, Max looked up at David with teary eyes and a runny nose. "D-David.." /Sniff!/ "Am I a burden..?" David felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach, He was not prepared for a question like that, His eyes widened in shock, opening his mouth to speak. "Max I-"    "HCKTH!!-" Max choked back a sob and buried his face into Mr. Honey Nut's soft plush head, he hated crying. especially in front of other people, he didn't want to show weakness around others.    "N-!" David's eyes widened, and he put his hand on max's shoulder* No! no no no max! Of course not..!" David began, But max sat there, tears dripping off his face, David sighed and pulled him into a hug, which surprised Max. "...You're not a Burden, Max... You're not a burden to anyone."    "Yeah?? Then wh-why did my f-f-fucking p-parents send me here where they didn't wanna D-/Siff/ Deal with me?? WHY DAVID?!" Max pulled away from David and looked away. David was..shocked. He didn't know how to respond to that, but by golly, he was going to figure out how. "M-Max, I- Hh?-" David was cut off by Max hugging him tightly, burying his face into David's chest.    "...Just fucking hold me, you moron..." Max sniffed, his tears staining David's shirt. David could feel his heart skip a beat, he lowered his arms and wrapped them around max. "I-I'm here," David hugged the boy tightly, "I'm Here..." There was a long silence, all the two could hear was the rustling of leaves as the wind blew, birds chirping and squirrels chattering. It felt...nice. David looked down at max before he spoke once again    "...I know things are looking down right now...But I promise you, Things will get better." Max said nothing "Buck up, I'm here with you, and I'll always be there for you." David said as he nuzzled his nose on Max's head, in result of Max hugging him tighter, if possible.    "...Thanks...David." Max replied, in a bit of a lighter voice, he pulled away, wiping his eyes, David could have sworn he saw a light crack of a smile in the corner of his mouth. David smiled back sweetly, he could feel his heart swelling, damn he loved this boy whenever he wasn't being a total pain in the ass. thoughts rattled around his head, an Idea sparked in his head and he smiled once again, only it was a bit more playful.    "Hey, I know what'll cheer you up Max~" David crooned, setting Max onto his lap, this..somewhat worried Max.    "What...?" Max looked up at him nervously. David smiled and rolled his eyes playfully, inching his hands closer to Max's sides without notice. "The Fuck fo you have planned Camp Man??" max began to regain his more hot-headed composure.    "Oh My!...Language!" David huffed and crossed his arms. "Well I was going to do this for fun, but now I think you deserve it as punishment."    "What?! WHAT!!" Max grabbed ahold of David's shirt and climbed him, grabbing the sides of David's face and shook his head. "For the love of Christ WHAT DAVID?!" David tried to keep a grumpy face, but he couldn't help but smile, as David Scooped max un from under the arms and pulled him into his lap, Max's Yelp of surprise was enough to make David smile from ear to ear, and he hadn't even started yet.    "DAVID WHAT THE F-UGYAHAHOHOH!!?!" Max practically lost control of what noises his mouth sputtered out as David suddenly squeezed his sides, Maz's reaction, of course, surprised David.    "Oh, my goodness max! what was-"    "DAVID I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD DON'T YOU DARE-!!" Max let out a gasp, tensing up when he felt David wiggle a finger across his side, Max, of course, tried to swat or push David's hands away his mouth forming into a half smile, until a couple other fingers lightly spidered around his other side toward Max's belly, Max wasn't sure how much longer he was able to last, he wasn't going to admit defeat and give in so easily, however, his attempts to sustain a serious composure was quickly derailed as David's fingers made their way toward his belly button.    "D-DAHAHAVID!! yoHohohouhh...MOTHER FUHUHUKCER!!" Max screamed out, trying his hardest to pull David's hands away, David only held on tighter and wiggled his fingers up his ribs.    "Language, Max! We've been over this~!" David said in a sing-song voice, Max tried to struggle away from David's hands, But David wrapped his arms around the boy, trapping his arms by his sides, his sweatshirt bunched up as he tried to squirm, now exposing his belly. David couldn't pass up this opportunity, as he now tucked max in one arm so his upper body was at David's side and his lower half was still in his lap, Max's arms now free. And with his now free hand, David began to skitter his fingers up and down Max's exposed stomach, Max's loud cackling laughter startled some of the nearby animals, but they all stared in curiosity.    "HAHAHAHA! Fucking--! AHAHAHAHA!" Max laughed in his usually mocking obnoxious tone, which David had to admit- he found it pretty funny. "FUHUHUHCK YOU DAHAHAVID!!" Max screamed as he pounded his fist against David's back, which David wasn't very phased by since the punches were rather weak.    "Max if you continue to use that Gosh-darn foul language I'll only continue to tickle you." David shook his head disappointedly, but still maintained a smile, as he swirled a finger around his stomach, and plunged a finger into his Navel.    "AHAHAHAHA!!  Th-Thehehe FUHUHUCK Yohohou WILL!!!" Max came to a conclusion, and he reached over and desperately scratched his fingers along David's side, The counselor immediately stopped, Arching his back in surprise.    "WHA-AH! Ahahahaha!! /Snort/ HAHEHEehehehe!!" David withdrew, immediately letting go of Max, sinking into the wooden throne in a pile of lingering giggles once Max was released to regain his breath.    "H-Hah! No Fuckin' way. Barely even a split second and you're already weak. You're Pathetic." Max shook his head in amusement, Which definitely made sense, as for David was already such a smiley, happy person, surely the poor sap was Ticklish too. Max sat on David's lap, staring up at him in amusement as David finally stopped giggling, wiping a tear of delight away from his eye. David's Blushy giggling face was somehow enough to make max feel somewhat... sentimental? Max then mischievously smiled up at David and wiggled his fingers, Get ready' Camp Man' This Boy's gonna getcha. Before David even finished recollecting himself, Max dug his fingers into David's sides, Reflexively- David arched his sides once more, however with both sides being attacked, he couldn't exactly escape the Ticklish onslaught delivered by Max.    "OhHOhohO GeeHEeHEEZ!!-" David covered his mouth and snorted, giggling into his hands quietly, his shoulders shook in silent laughter. That is until Max suddenly reached up and drove his thumbs up David's Underarms, which threw him into hysterics.    "GYAHAHAHAHA!!!- ACK-AHAHAHA!!" David finally broke loose into shrill gleeful laughter, David tried to climb out of the Wooden throne to escape Max's attack.    "NOOOHOHOHO! TINY HAHAHANDS! MY OHOHONLY WEEHEEHEAKNESS!!" David Tried to stand up, but his knees gave out, buckling over in wheezing, bubbly laughter. Max stood on the wooden throne in triumph and threw his hands up in victory.    "HAHAHA! Take that Camp Man!!" Max cackled tauntingly at David, he then Jumped off the Throne, pouncing for another attack.    "Hup!-" David turned over and caught Max in mid-air, holding him up as he lied in the grass giggling to himself. "Alright, Ahahalright~! Th-That's Enough Tickling~ ...For now." David said with a chuckle as he laid Max down beside him in a patch of flowery grass. Max had to admit- he felt disappointed the fun ended so soon, but he quickly resumed back to his grumpy-self and tucked his hands in his sweatshirt pocket.    "David..?"    "Yes, Max?"    "...This never happened." David let out a light-hearted Chuckle, Plucking daisies from the ground, and began to weave a flower crown. "Ok max~"    "Seriously will fucking MURDER you if this gets back to the camp!!" Max Grumbled and crossed his arms, he reached over to grab Mr. Honey Nuts, But only to find he wasn't there, Max gasped and sat up, looking around for him.    "Looking for this?" David piped up as he held up Mr. Honey Nuts, and around the little bear's head was a little flower Crown. Max's eyes widened and he snatched the Bear from the Counselor's hands, hugging the bear close. David smiled and ruffled Max's hair, placing a slightly Bigger Flower crown on Max's head. Max looked up and touched the flower crown, then looked away. "Tch. Fucking ridiculous."    "Oh, I can take it back if you don't want it, Max." David reached over to pluck the flower crown off but was stopped by Max swatting his hand away.    "No! Fuck off! It's mine..!" Max grumbled, looking away. David was a little surprised by Max's sudden change of mind, but he smiled and began to weave one of his own until he was interrupted by a little white butterfly landing on his hand.    "Why Hello, Friend~!" David beamed as he lifted his finger, showing the white Butterfly. "Max, Look!"    "Hm?" Max looked over at what David was presenting. "Yeah, So?"    "It's a Cabbage White, Max. They're Said to bring Good luck when In numbers~" David let out a giggle as the Butterfly crawled up his wrist and arm, making its way up to his nose, and fluttered its silky thin wings.    "Uh huh... Whatever-Ngh!-" Max flinched when he turned his head to see a second White Butterfly fluttering in fronts of his face, then gently landing on max's nose. "D-David..?" Max called out nervously, he was shaking, he wasn't sure what to do.    "Oh~ It won't hurt you, Max." David looked over at Max, he had finally finished his Flower crown, he Placed it on his head, not realizing he had several other Butterflies all over him, One on his Shoulder, Head, Knee, Ear and the one on his nose, which was now crawling down his neck, David scrunched his shoulders and snorted in response, gently perching the butterfly on his finger, and set it down on a flower. "Isn't it Beautiful, Max?" Max's Butterfly had finally Flown off his nose, and fluttered away, Max relaxed and he looked around. "Yeah...I guess it is.." Max flinched when the same butterfly landed on his ear. "H-hehe..Yeah...I guess they're kinda cute.." David smiled brightly as Max was beginning to seemingly lighten up, He really felt like he's gotten through to him, aside from the time Max, Gwen and himself went out for pizza. That was the day he found out... David soon frowned as he remembered about Max's parents, some great parents they were... He hated to admit it, But they even began to make him "P'd-Off" each time he heard about them, Almost made him think he could...Max... David looked over at the boy, he felt his heart flutter at the thought, but he wasn't so sure, He loved the boy, But what would max think..? With a sigh, David slowly rose, not wanting to scare off his little fluttery friends, he walked over to Max, and picked him up, carrying him in one arm. "Alright, I think it's about High time we head back to camp~ and...Take the rest of the day off. You don't have to join today's Activity, Max."    "R-...Really?" Max looked up at David, slightly concerned. Dude...Are you okay?"    "Absolutely, I'm serious Max. I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want, Especially when you're sad. But- I hope today at least helped." David's voice was soft and soothing as he spoke, and he began walking out of the clearing, and into the dark forest. The butterflies all skittered up David's neck, and onto his head, then all peacefully perched on the rim of David's Flower crown, adding a little bit of a "Flare" to it, While Max's Stayed perched on his chest, right over his heart.    "It...Kinda did," Max looked away awkwardly. "Y-Yeah...It helped a lot." Max admitted.    David beamed with pride, he was certainly glad he could get through to Max today, A successful day indeed. David looked ahead, he could finally see the light of the campgrounds, as they made their way into the clearing. All the other campers were in the Mess Hall, doing their activities. David opened Max's tent and set him down. "Alright Buddy, you rest up now, Hollar If you need me." David smiled and stepped out, Max could hear David walking off while talking to himself- Or rather; Talking to the butterflies, telling them that how much he'd love for them to stay, but they needed to go home now. Max sighed and walked over to his cot and set Mr. Honey nuts down, and sat beside him, pondering deeply about what he could do now that he had the day off... Max thought as hard as he could but..nothing surfaced. Except... Max furrowed his brows, He pulled his flower crown over his head, and around his neck, wearing it like a Necklace, he carefully tucked it under the collar of his Sweatshirt, and Ran out of the tent. "HEY DAVID! Wait up!" The little Stowaway Cabbage White Butterfly sat upon Mr. Honey Nut's Head, Slowly fluttering its wings gently, waiting for Max's Return. ~~~BONUS~~~    "...Did you get all that Neil??" Nikki asked, Both Neil and herself were Crouched behind a Bush, Nikki was holding a Microphone in one hand and a Large Tape recorder in the other. she wore large headphones so she could hear everything.    "Yes, I got it Nikki." Neil retorted annoyingly as he scribbled down notes in his notepad.    "Ooohohoh~ I can't believe it~" Nikki Cackled as she shut off the recorder, pulling off her headphones around her neck. "I Can't Believe It, Can you Believe it?? I can't~! Max is fucking Ticklish!!" Nikki giggled wildly, running her fingers through her hair.        "You sure this is a good Idea, Nikki?" Neil asked, Nervously tugging at his sweater's collar. "I think it's a terrible Idea."    "Oh, contraire, My Future Step Brother~" Nikki grinned, tucking the recorder and Microphone under her arm. "We're gonna have so much fun with this new knowledge~ Besides- We don't have to tell anyone else! Well- Unless they find out for themselves, that is." Nikki rolled her eyes and smiled. "I'm sure It'll be fine." Nikki turned on her heel and walked down the forest path, back to the camp, shortly after David and Max's departure.    "Yeah...Sure" Neil rolled his eyes as he followed after her.

[southsidexslytherin]

The Diner--Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Being friends with your ex is hard, even harder when they move on before you.

Warnings: language, angst

Word count: 2,272

Author’s note: Soooo... I was listening to The Wonder Years again because I love them so much and I was inspired by the song Melrose Diner which is one of my favorites. So I wrote a little drabble thing. I’m still working on Dirty Laundry Part 2, but I want it to be perfect. I’m hoping I’ll have it up by the end of the week. In the meantime, enjoy!

Breakups are hard, pretty much no matter what. Breaking up with the person you thought was your soulmate was a herculean trial, especially when you were friends with the same people. Add in the fact that your group of friends was as tightly knit as they come and you spent nearly every day together, and the pain was nearly unbearable.

It had been five weeks since you and Sweet Pea had broken up, and you were trying your best to remain friends, but it was extremely difficult. The breakup itself wasn’t particularly nasty or anything, but after being together for a little over a year, and with graduation looming ever closer, it became apparent that the two of you weren’t going to make it long term. You wanted to leave Riverdale and spend your days traveling and writing. Sweet Pea, on the other hand, was content to stay here on the Southside and attend the nearby community college in Greendale in the hopes that he could someday open his own auto shop.

It was a difficult realization. You were so perfect for each other. You fit like two puzzle pieces. You had the same sense of humor, the same taste in music and movies, and had a way of communicating with each other through simply a look. No one knew you like Sweet Pea did. No one could comfort you the way he could. Letting him go shattered your heart, but you both agreed it would be easier to do it now, rather than later. You thought it would, at least.

So far it was proving to be a lot tougher than you had imagined. Every time you saw him sitting in the student lounge at school you wanted to crawl into his lap and run your fingers through his hair like you normally would. You missed riding on the back of his Harley and sleeping in his bed. You could barely look at him without your heart breaking.

But for the sake of your friends, you were putting on a brave face. You tried not to let it bother you when Pea would catch your eye and wink, like you were privy to some inside joke no one else understood. You laughed at his jokes and participated in conversations when all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and cry. You didn’t think things could get any worse. You were very, very wrong.

A couple weeks ago Sweet Pea had started bring a new girl around. Apparently they were dating. It cut you like a knife. The pain and heartbreak you felt the first time you saw them together was undefinable. It was like he had reached inside of your chest, pulled out your beating heart, and smashed it under his steal-toed boot, laughing all the while.

Her name was Dannie. They had met two weeks after the breakup, on a night when you were still too upset to join the gang at the quarry. According to Fangs they had been flirting and dancing all night. Every day after that night, Pea spent so much time on his phone or talking about the new girl in his life that it had sparked a burning rage in you.

How could he just move on like that? Did you mean nothing to him? Were you so easy to forget? You still felt like you would never be okay again and he was already seeing someone else. Someone you didn’t particularly care for, at that. You hadn’t spent much time around Dannie, and when she was in your presence you tried your best to ignore her. Maybe you were just jealous, but you found her incredibly annoying. The way she’d hang on your ex-boyfriend’s arm like he would float away if she didn’t hold him down, the way she laughed at every single thing he said, how she sucked up to Toni and Fangs and even Jughead; she was like a leech, sucking the life out of your group of friends.

You took to writing and doodling in your notebook whenever she was around, which seemed to be always. You had never seen her at school before and yet somehow, she was everywhere you went now. And she was always touching Sweet Pea, playing with his hair, or dragging her nails along his thigh, or nuzzling into his neck. If you were being honest with yourself, which was something you had been avoiding lately, you hated her for it, and Sweet Pea too, for that matter. The more time you spent around them, the more your anger grew, until you barely spoke when they were around in fear you would snap and say something more hurtful than you intended.

Toni and Fangs did their best to ease your mind. They’d tell you she was just a rebound, that she wouldn’t last more than a month. They’d insist she was just a B-rate version of yourself meant to help ease the pain Pea was feeling about losing you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes whenever they brought it up. Whatever she was to him, did he really have to bring her around all the time? Couldn’t he see it was driving you crazy?

“Pop’s tonight?” Toni asked at lunch, stealing a cherry from your tray and popping it in her mouth.

“I can never say no to Pop’s,” Fangs sighed. You nodded in agreement, playing with the subpar food in front of you.

“Sweet Pea?” Toni called. He was busy sucking on Dannie’s neck, making her squeal like a squeaky toy. Fangs threw a fry at him to get his attention and it hit him right in the eye.

“What?” He asked startled. “Yeah, Pop’s. Sounds good.”

“I can’t,” Dannie pouted, “I have a stupid group project I have to work on.” You wanted to punch her in her perfectly lip glossed mouth. Instead you took a deep breath and stabbed what the school was trying to pass off as meatloaf with your fork a few times.

You zoned out as Sweet Pea tried to convince the imp in his lap to bail until Toni kicked you lightly under the table. When you looked up she was fake gagging and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Later that night as you headed to Pop’s you started to feel a bit more cheerful. You had the night off from feeling like an outsider amongst your friends. Finally things could feel normal again, if only for one night.

When you walked into the diner, Fangs and Toni were already in your regular booth sucking down milkshakes. You sat down across from them and ordered a coffee milkshake of your own along with a basket of fries when the waitress came by.

A few minutes later Pea slid into the booth next to you, dropping his arm over the back and brushing your shoulder. You tensed immediately and gave him the side eye, trying to ignore the hickeys next to his Serpent tattoo. The waitress came by with your food, and Sweet Pea reached for a fry. You slapped his hand away but he managed to grab one and shove it in his mouth.

“Get your own,” you grumbled. He ignored you and started prattling on about some fight he had with one of the Northsiders in his English class.

As the time passed, you could feel the anger you had been holding onto melt away. This was how things were supposed to be, just the four of you hanging out, laughing at the shenanigans you got yourselves into. It almost felt like old times, but then Sweet Pea had to ruin it by talking about his stupid girlfriend.

“Dannie’s so hot,” he purred. A thick layer of ice settled into your chest.

“Uh huh,” Toni and Fangs said in monotonous unison. You were obviously not the only one displeased with the change of topic.

“She has the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen,” he continued. Your jaw clenched tightly, hoping someone would redirect the conversation. No one did and Sweet Pea went on objectifying his girlfriend’s body, oblivious to the tone of the group.

“We were down at the river last night and—“

“Move,” I cut him off.

“Huh?” He asked, caught off guard.

“Move!” I said louder, shoving him hard. Sweet Pea was much taller and stronger than you, so your shove didn’t move him much, but it got your point across. He climbed out of the booth with a confused expression on his face.

As you stomped towards the door of the diner you heard him ask your friends, “what’s with her?”

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You could not be his friend if you had to endure one more minute of this. Once you were outside, you leaned against your car, trying to calm down. You slammed your fist against the car door and let out a low, angry scream.

You heard the bell above Pop’s door ring and looked up, narrowing your eyes into a glare when you realized it was Sweet Pea. “What the hell was that?”

“What do you want?” You snapped.

“I want to know what the hell has gotten into you.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “No, really,” he barked, “what the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?!” You were nearly shouting. “You’re my problem! You and your stupid girlfriend who is always around. God, she wasn’t even here tonight and I still had to listen to you ramble on about her!”

“What, are you jealous?” He asked with a smirk, a gleam in his eye.

“Hardly,” you replied coldly.

“Hey,” he said with a heartless chuckle, “it’s not my fault you’re still in love with me.”

With that something inside you snapped. “In love with you?! I’m not in love with you, Sweet Pea. I can’t stand you!” It was like the levy of anger you had been holding back finally broke and words started flooding out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“I hate your stupid serpent tattoo. I hate the stupid stories that you tell over and over again even though we’ve all heard them a million times. And half of them aren’t even your stories!” You took a deep breath, relishing the hurt on your ex’s face, and continued.

“I hate the way you get drunk and start dancing like you’re trying to be sexy. It’s not sexy, Pea, it’s embarrassing. I hate the way you always call me when you’re drunk and I hate that it’s the only time we ever talk anymore. I hate your stupid hair and your stupid face. I hate the way you sit way too close to me considering you have a girlfriend. Who I also hate, by the way.” You were on a role, there was no stopping you now.

“I hate that I can’t seem to even look at anyone else after you and you’ve already moved on. I can’t stand that thing you’re hanging with now and I can’t stand that she makes you so fucking happy while all I have left is a petty ‘fuck you.’ And I cannot fucking stand when you point out that guys are staring at me, because we both know I won’t do anything about it.” There were tears stinging your eyes now and you started to choke up.

“I hate that she’s always around and I hate that I hate it when you’re not around. I hate that this hurts me so much and you don’t even care. I hate that you’re totally fine while I feel like I’m dying.” You were full-on sobbing and you stopped to bury your face in your hands.

There was a moment of silence. “Is that what you think?” Pea said softly. His voice was hard. You swiped at your eyes, trying to stop the tears as you looked up at him. His jaw was set, eyes angry.

“You think this is easy on me? You really think I’m with her because I moved on? I’m with her because I don’t know how to move on!”

You sniffled, “She—“

“SHE’S NOT YOU!” Pea shouted. “She could never be you! She’s just a distraction so I don’t have to walk around wanting to punch everyone in the face!” You were speechless.

Sweet Pea took a step closer to you. “I could never just stop loving you, Y/N,” he continued. “You were everything I could ever want. And more. How am I supposed to just forget about that?”

You shrugged, unsure what to say. Everything you thought had been wrong and now you didn’t know where you stood. You were startled when Pea closed the distance between your bodies and pulled your face to his. His lips crashed onto yours and you could feel all the pain and longing he had been holding onto. You leaned into the kiss, grabbing at his jacket and pulling him even closer.

You broke apart when you heard pounding on the window of the diner behind you. Toni and Fangs were whooping and cheering, having watched the whole scene. You laughed and let your head fall against Sweet Pea’s chest as he chuckled into your hair.

Dread and guilt filled your gut. “What about your girlfriend?” You asked, unable to meet his eye.

“We’re not actually exclusive,” he admitted. You punched his chest lightly and tried not to smile. “I’ll let her down easy.”

He lifted your chin so he could meet your eye and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N. I always will.”

[xukunstellation]

Perfect || Li Quanzhe

Title: Perfect Pairing: Reader x Quanzhe Genre: fluff Word Count: 1848 words Summary: Seeing how insecure your boyfriend is breaks your heart, so you have every intent in telling him how amazing he actually is.

A/N: You guys have no idea how soooooft Quanzhe makes me. This little hamster is literally one of the cutest beings I’ve ever laid eyes on. This request had a loooot of specific details to it, so I did my best to try and do him justice in this fic. I also tweaked the request just a little bit in order to make the fic more realistic. This ended up becoming super long, so I’m putting this under the cut. Please love and support this baby!

help

the gif for him for this fic makes me so :(((

how can someone be so cute ??

he looks so squishy i cry

so you and quanzhe have only recently started dating

you both were relatively new to the whole relationship thing

which means lots of awkward and shy moments between you two

but you both really like each other and make each other happy so it was worth it

if anything, it made you like him even more

it was a bit of a surprise that the two of you were dating to begin with due to the fact that it seemed like you and quanzhe came from two different worlds

quanzhe attended yuehua academy with his six childhood friends, who all varied in grade levels

at his school, he was what people called the “nerdy” type 

which honestly meant he excelled in his studies, usually placing at the top of his class

we love a smart boy

he was more on the quiet side and preferred to be in the shadows unlike his more exuberant friends such as justin and chengcheng

who are always teasing and pulling pranks on him jfc zhengting control your kids

not many people pay attention to quanzhe since he was literally just another face in the crowd (unless they knew him as the really smart kid from class)

but that was perfectly fine with him since all he needed was his own close knit of hooligans friends

meanwhile you attended oaca academy where you were relatively popular since you were an absolute social butterfly

in short, you were a complete ray of sunshine and positivity so people naturally flocked to you

your best friend was zuo ye who eagerly introduced you to his own group of friends (peiyao, zimo, mubo, and qin fen)

with you and zuo ye being the babies of the group, they’re always teasing the hell out of you two

but if anyone else tried to do the same, you’d better be ready to catch these hands watch out

they’re so overprotective of you

it’s all out of love tho

they were also the ones that helped get you and quanzhe together

but that’s a story for another time (hint hint) 

since you and quanzhe went to different schools, you had to find other ways to see each other

no one outside of your friend groups knew the two of you were dating, mainly because you always met up during times when not many other outsiders were around

you always showed up with food and drinks for him during his vocal and dance practices after school

his group of friends literally adore you as much as they adore himself since you’re always taking care of him

zhengting basically adopts you

congrats you earned yourself a boyfriend plus a mom and five brothers for free

quanzhe does his best to return the favor by walking you to and from school since you lived relatively close to each other

sometimes he comes over to your place to hang out or help you with your school work

the oaca boys have a tendency to show up at your house during these times no matter how hard qin fen and mubo try to stop them smh

you had to stop zuo ye and zimo from continuously pinching your boyfriend’s cheeks bc it’s lowkey annoying to him

but he lets only you get away with it bc he likes you so much

however, sometimes it was really difficult to see each other whenever your schedules didn’t line up

although texts and calls made up for some of it, you wished you got to see more of your little hamster

as luck would have it, you ended up moving to your aunt’s place in order to help her run her shop 

guess what was down the block? 

yuehua academy

so as a surprise, you decided to transfer over to yuehua academy in hopes that you were able to share some classes with your boyfriend (which you did luckily)

you peeked into your new homeroom that you knew you shared with quanzhe, scanning the room for his figure

his back was turned away from you, so you slowly crept your way to him and put a finger to your lips to hush chengcheng, justin and xinchun from shouting and giving you away

placing your hands gently over his eyes, you whispered in his ear “guess who”

quanzhe jumped in fear from the surprise attack before spinning around and staring at you with wide eyes, unable to comprehend that you were standing right in front of him

“surprise!” 

“(y-y/n)? oh my god, what are you doing here?”

“it just so happens that i go here now. are you not excited to see your girlfriend?” you pouted playfully just to tease him

activate panic mode

“no! i mean, yes! uh, i mean, i’m just really shocked that you’re here and ah-”

poor boy was about to cry omg 

you immediately hug him, wrapping your arms around his torso lovingly, “i know i know, i’m just teasing you, sweetie.”

you leaned up and kissed his cheek causing quanzhe to flush red in an instant at the pda

the three other boys were making kissy noises and hugging each other like the immature children they were smh

although you transferred in the middle of the school year, your reputation as a social butterfly at oaca continued at yuehua where you were easily able to fit in with the crowd

although you were able to make new friends, you preferred staying near the comfort of your boyfriend and his friends (who has already accepted you into the group long before)

now that you got to see him more often every day, you took the chance to be more openly affectionate with him since he was so shy and innocent-like

you knew that quanzhe wasn’t the best at showing his affection

he was always worrying about whether or not he was pushing himself onto you or if you would think he was weird for initiating something

was his hand too sweaty in yours? was it okay for him to hug you before you entered class? oh gOD YOU CAUGHT HIM STARING AND NOW YOU PROBABLY THINK HE’S CREEPY ASDSHJD

being the good significant other you were, you knew all of this so you never pressured him into acting a certain way just because you were dating

you learned to read when he was too scared to ask to hold your hand or even hug you, so you didn’t mind taking initiative

he nearly faints whenever you kiss him, even if it’s a simple peck on the cheek

you have zhengting on speed dial in case quanzhe does faint but he doesn’t know that

bc you learned to read him so well, it didn’t take long for you to notice him start to act differently around you

you noticed how his hand would falter or even pull away from yours whenever someone attractive merely glanced your way in the hallways

he would grow really quiet whenever you’re talking to zeren, wenjun or any of the other guys

you could tell his smile was forced every time someone made an off-hand comment about your relationship, usually people wondering how the “nerd” was able to date the popular chick (he always held you back from throwing hands at those people tho)

all of this worried you so you confronted him about it as you walked back home from school

“sweetie, can we talk?”

you saw him become uneasy with your words but nodded, “sure. what’s up?”

“you’ve been acting really strange lately. you’re not acting like yourself and i’m really worried. you know you can tell me whenever something is bothering you, right?”

“i’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me”

“i worry about you because i care for you, quanzhe”

those words seemed to resonate with him bc you watched as his face fell and his resolve snap in a second

“it’s just... i feel like i’m not good enough for you. you could literally have anyone in the entire school. i look at you and see how amazing you are. then i look at myself and i’m just... me. i’m not strong. i’m not assertive. i’m not very good at expressing my feelings even though i really really like you. i wish i was different so i could be enough for you. i don’t understand why you’re with me”

he looked completely heartbroken and wounded as he relayed this all to you

if you listen carefully, you could hear the sound of your heart shattering to a million pieces

“quanzhe... i didn’t realize that you had been holding this on your shoulders this entire time. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry for ever making you doubt that i don’t want to be with you or that i’ll leave you for someone better”

“but honestly, there isn’t anyone better bc you are the best. it doesn’t matter to me that you aren’t any of the things you mentioned. you care about me and i care about you, so that’s all that matters. i love every single amazing thing about you from your strengths to your flaws. you’re more than enough to me. you’re everything i need and want”

that was all it took for quanzhe to realize that you were quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to him

the following day, quanzhe asked you to help give him a little make over

although you assured him that he didn’t need to change how he looked because he was already stunning as he is, he said that the change would be good for him and his self-esteem since he’s looked the same for the longest time and he wanted something new

after agreeing, you did your best to merely enhance the handsome looks he already had rather than change anything about him

all you did was tousle his usual rounded bob into a more casual yet classy hairstyle and added a few fashionable items such as new shoes and a new jacket to add to his attire 

which you may have stolen from the oaca boys’ closets but what they don’t know won’t kill them

before you walked through the school building to get to class, you were pleasantly surprised when quanzhe confidently slipped his hand into yours and pressed his lips to your forehead sweetly

the “nerd” of the school was shy no longer

despite the differences you two had, you worked well with each other

you taught quanzhe how to be more confident in himself, constantly reminding him of all of the good he has in him

on the other hand, he never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated 

to you, quanzhe was perfect

sorry i didn’t know how to end that

it’s almost 4am and i’ve spent hours writing this

lowkey delirious rn

i apologize for any mistakes i missed

also

pls give this little hamster lots of love and support

stan li quanzhe