#I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you WHAT THE FUCK HEART BREAKS SO MANY TIMES

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choi kangho as a father— a hit on my head would hurt less

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☆ : The Sun & Moon

Summary / Reader is hurting from the breakup between her and Bada.

Cw / Heavy angst, Avoidant and Anxious dynamic, Situationship, Emotional codependency, Bada is emotionally unavailable and is also hurting.

Authors note / I totally did not write this in one sitting to vent out the emotions I am feeling nope did not do that at all. Lol anyways I might be in my angst era this one was easy to write (it was therapy). Also, if you got the moon reference at the very end then yay. As usual you can always request and lmk what you think ! 💗

Wc / 1.3K words

Nobody prepared you for this. You did not prepare for this.

Of course, you have been here before. The situation, not being one of unfamiliarity, but you had hoped it would have evaded you for years to come or perhaps even forever. But yet, you find yourself at the very place you dread. The bottomless pit of the feeling named abandonment. You were truly and utterly alone.

How does one mourn the loss of a person still breathing ? Of a person still of flesh and blood. How does one attempt to manoeuvre this emotion and steer themselves onwards and upwards, out of the coldness of the darkness. Nobody prepared you for this.

You drag your feet out of bed, body heavy and thoughts accompanying. Bada should be beside you, but she is not. You look to the bed and you can almost see her laying there, fringe messily draped over her forehead as she would hold you from behind; her soft fingers gently tracing your skin as the both of you would lay there intertwined in body and heart. She always slept on the right and you on the left - that was how things were supposed to be. Now you wake up to nothing but the faint ghosts of what could have been.

You still sleep on the left.

As you gaze into the dirty mirror, a person you cannot recognise lazily gazes back. Her eyes empty but weeping with emotion. But no tears. Your eyes flicker to the toothbrush holder - yours stands in lonesome.

The irony if it all doesn't escape you - how does a person afraid of abandonment initiate the abandoning ? A person who is tired and at their breaking point.

You had always believed that Bada was the one. Nobody had ever made you feel the way she did. Nobody had understood you the way she did and with her you felt an unwavering sense of home - if she was the moon you were the sun.

But perhaps there’s a reason why the sun and the moon are long lost lovers, the beauty of their differences being the harmony that keeps them in balance, but forever doomed to chase the other to the ends of the earth.

You would have chased Bada to the ends of the earth. But would she have done the same for you ?

Despite how many times Bada tried to provide the reassurance you sought, insecurity remained at the back of your mind. You tried your hardest to be the sun for Bada. You saw how she was struggling, how there were times where she couldn't be emotionally present for you but you still shone your rays over her. Overshadowing your own troubles you gave her all of your light, hoping that she would soon start glowing.

But she didn’t.

The mourning had already begun.

As the days passed you felt Bada pulling further away. Your biggest fear. The moon can’t pull away from the sun, what would happen to the existing balance and harmony that they shared ?

“I’m sorry. I can’t give you a relationship right now. I’ve told you this.”

“I know.” You say as you sit on the bed, head down and playing with your fingers.

“So what should we do ?”

“I don’t know . . .” Bada never knew.

“I need you to make a decision, Bada. I’m here right now because I care about you a whole fucking lot. Probably a lot more than you care about me. How many times do we have this conversation a month ? You say you can’t give me a relationship and I say ‘It’s fine’ and I stay because you want me to stay and I want to stay. I don’t want to leave you.” You choke out, swallowing the lump rising in your throat.

Bada sighs and runs her long fingers through her hair in defeat. “And I don’t want to leave you either. But I also know that I'm not ready to give you a proper relationship. I want to treat you like you deserve to be treated. I want to do all of that and more for you but I just can’t - not right now.”

“So when ?”

“I don’t have the answer to that.”

“But you want me to stay ?”

“It’ll hurt like a bitch if you leave.”

“Then I'll stay.”

It was a vicious cycle. You and Bada were heavily dependent on the other - truly the sun and the moon.

A period of time passed where the both of you deluded yourselves into pretending that everything was fine - that you were not both teetering on the edge of gravity. A relationship but lacking the security. It was nothing but a ticking time bomb ready to implode.

Tick.

Gentle touches and hushed sounds. Innocent kisses and those filled with longing. You both continued the facade - ignoring the faint ticking sound of the inevitable in the background.

Tick.

Bada would lean down and eagerly kiss you - when asked.

She would wrap her arms around you, engulfing you in her comfortable embrace and give tender kisses to your forehead - when asked.

“Bada, why don't you kiss me first ?” You had asked one day, feeling the insecurity creep up once more.

“Oh, I’m not used to initiating affection. It’s not something I've done in the past but please don’t think I don’t want to kiss or touch you. I do - that's why I always do it when you ask.”

“Oh, alright.”

Tick.

You knew Bada, you knew she would never intentionally cause you pain. You understood her behaviour and tried your hardest to accommodate your differing personalities. You truly cared for her and so you stayed and stayed everytime.

Tick.

But just as all things began they must also come to an end.

What will happen once the sun stops shining ? How many aeons will it take till it finally gives up - till the fuel runs dry and it begins to die.

“Bada, if you don’t want to do this anymore we don’t have to . . .”

Bada had pulled further away that week and you were at a loss. You were exhausted.

“It’s not that. It’s not about you specifically. I’m just not okay right now, you know this. There’s a lot going on and I don't know when I'll be ok . . . This isn’t fair to you, I know.”

“I think we should end this.”

Your eyes don’t leave Bada’s face as you read her expression - nothing.

Maybe you had both come to terms with it.

“I’m sorry. I tried to be happy for you and tried to pretend that everything was okay - that we were okay.”

“We haven’t been okay for a while now. And I wasn’t happy either. But it's fine. One of us had to make the difficult decision that we had been avoiding so at least now it’s been made. I hope you can be happier now, Bada.”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you . . . I don’t know what else to say right now.”

“That's okay. You don't have to say anything more, I'll be going now.”

You had taken a few of your things from her place and left through the door, unsure of if you ever wanted to return to collect the rest of your belongings. Your heart had never ached like it did in that moment.

You were no longer the sun.

The reflection gazing back at you was not one of brightness and warmth. You were barren of warmth and light as you wondered if you should have confessed to the moon and complemented its beauty.

The words, accompanied with the rise of tears, fall from your lips and into the deadness of the air.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it ?”

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Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

link to the masterlist is here updates will probably be slower after this one - sorry, but thank you for the continued love!!

11. The Idea of Romance

Freddie found it difficult navigating the sea of people in the officers’ club. When she’d left the base had been empty, all but one crew unaccounted for. In the week she’d been away replacement crews had arrived and she herself had brought back with her a whole new gaggle of wireless operators. Suddenly, the base was alive with people again. Freddie just didn’t recognise most of them.

She had a hard time trying to find Millie. She wanted so badly to just talk to her best friend but now she had hordes of brand new w/ops fighting for her attention, calling her ‘ma’am’ and asking her questions. Some of the new boys, new airmen and new German-speaking wireless ops, kept asking her to dance. She hadn't been asked to dance since Rosie had arrived - all of the old crews had known her well enough to know to steer clear of the subject.

The music was loud and Millie, Freddie found, being incredibly rude by not paying any attention to the conversation she had been dragged into, was at the bar. Drinking herself silly, just as they had done together on Freddie’s last night before training.

She’d feared that this might become a habit.

“Excuse me,” Freddie said hastily, exiting the conversation even though one of the new airmen was mid-sentence. She pushed her way through throngs of people, ignoring them when they tried to stop her to talk, until she was finally at Millie’s side. “Mils -”

“Freddie!” Millie greeted her, bursting with all the excitement of a puppy. “I was looking for you but I couldn’t find you so I came to get another drink.”

Freddie smiled at her kindly, hiding her grimace at the way Millie was slurring. “How many have you had so far, Mils?”

“I think this many,” Millie said, lifting a hand to hold up four fingers.

Freddie didn’t believe her. “Beers?” she asked.

“Whiskeys,” Millie corrected. “Beer isn’t strong enough, Fred.” She gave Freddie a meaningful look, as if to say she was disappointed she’d had to explain that, before turning back to the bar to stare down the barman in the hopes her scrutiny would make him serve her quicker.

“Do you think maybe you should slow down?” Freddie asked warily. “We don’t want you to end up like we all did last time.”

Millie brushed this comment aside. “I’m fine.”

Freddie sighed. “Mils -”

“I said I’m fine,” Millie snapped. “Or I will be, when Atley eventually lets me order another fucking drink!” Her voice rose in volume and agitation until she knew Atley, working the bar, could hear her. 

“Coming right up,” he said. His glance at Millie was wary and intimidated. It made Freddie wonder how many times this had happened since she’d been away. Had Millie been drinking herself into oblivion every night for the week Freddie had been training?

“Mils,” Freddie said as gently as she could manage, laying a hand on Millie’s shoulder, “drinking won’t make anything better.”

“It does,” Millie disagreed, shrugging her hand off, refusing to look at her. “When I drink I don’t feel it as much.”

“You can’t drink until he comes back -”

“I’ll drink until the end of my fucking life if I have to,” Millie cut across her coldly. “If that’s how long it takes for John to come back then that’s what I’ll do.”

Freddie’s heart was aching because she knew this pain and even still didn’t know how to stop it. She’d tried everything when Daniel had gone down. She’d turned to cigarettes but been dissatisfied with the short-term hit, had turned to drinking but it had only made her weepier, had only made her miss him more. She’d turned to driving stolen military jeeps as fast as she could down country lanes, to staying awake for days on end until her body forced her unconscious, had managed to break into the airfield infirmary at one point and had injected herself with morphine just to dull the ache. 

But none of it had worked. All of it had made her feel like a shell of herself. Every time the thrill subsided she’d be left feeling empty, confronted with a darker world than the one she’d been trying to escape.

“It won’t help,” Freddie insisted, leaning on the bar to avoid being overheard. If Millie wasn’t going to accept gentle words then Freddie would have to give her blunt ones. “You can drink yourself into unconsciousness as many times as you like but it won’t change the ache you feel. It won’t bring him back or make you love him less.”

“You think you know all about this, Fred,” Millie said, pushing up from the bar and knocking back the glass of whiskey Atley had placed in front of her in one go, “just because you lost a boyfriend too. But you don’t. It’s different for me than it is for you.”

Freddie took a stumbling step away from her. “How do you figure?” she asked, her hands shaking at her sides. Her cheeks were burning and her eyes were stinging. Millie may as well have just slapped her across the face.

“Because you found Rosie,” Millie told her lowly, finally turning to face her. “You’ve moved on and I won’t be able to.”

Freddie’s jaw fell open. She took another stumbling, instinctive step backwards before changing her mind and stepping back in close. “I know you’re only saying this because you’re drunk,” she said, her hands shaking so viciously she had to curl them into fists, “and because you’re hurting, so I’ll tell you this once and pray you never give me a reason to say it again: fuck you, Millie. Fuck you. Don’t speak to me like that. I’m trying to look after you the way you always have for me. Don’t punish me for my efforts.”

She gave Millie no time to reply, just turned on her heel and stormed away. 

Freddie felt like running away. She felt like hiding. She felt like taking Meatball and traipsing all the way off base until she could sit with him in a field and listen to herself think, until she could cry and be sure no one was going to ask her about it.

But that would do no one any good, especially not herself. She’d grown up since she’d turned to escaping as a form of self-defence. 

“Rosie,” Freddie said. She was trying her best to mask the wobbling of her voice as she stopped by the table he was sitting at with his crew. He looked up at her instantly, the moment he’d heard her voice, eyebrows furrowed at whatever he found in her eyes. “Can we go?”

Without replying verbally, Rosie immediately stood from his table and led her out the door. He didn’t spare time to say his goodbyes, didn’t finish off the pint of beer which had still been half-full in front of him. No questions asked, he took the lead and guided her out, a hand resting protectively on the small of her back and a stormy expression preventing anyone from bothering her this time. 

Once outside, Freddie could finally breathe. The night air filled her lungs as she gasped for breath, calming the stinging in her eyes.

“Come on,” Rosie said gently, taking her hand to guide her away from the door.

Freddie held on tight to him, wrapped her other hand around his arm to feel him close, tried to settle her breathing and ease the ache in her throat. She didn’t want to cry about this. Millie hadn’t meant what she’d said. Millie needed patience and Freddie would give it to her. She would be prepared for the attack next time. This time, she just needed to calm down.

Rosie led Freddie into one of the men’s huts - his hut, she presumed, which was mercifully empty - and over to a bed in the corner. The position of the bed was exactly the same as her new bed, the one she’d chosen today - furthest from the door and the bathroom - and she smiled as she sniffled, following him over. 

“Why don’t you sit down, alright, Fred?” Rosie suggested gently, guiding her by the hand until she was close enough to the bed to sit down on it. 

She did, wiping at the slight moisture beneath her eyes, unavoidable even though she’d won the fight against her tears. 

Rosie started rummaging through his footlocker and Freddie watched him idly, thinking distantly about the lemonade she’d been drinking from and had misplaced at some point amidst the confusion of conversation. She wanted that lemonade now. Maybe she’d go back and get another one once she’d settled herself down.

“Aha,” Rosie muttered in triumph as he came upon what he’d been searching for. He stood to his full height, hiding whatever it was behind his back, and came to crouch in front of her. “Now,” he began, smiling just slightly up at her, “it’s not much, but there wasn’t a gift shop at the flak house, so this is the best I could do.”

Freddie giggled quietly, nodding in acceptance of his disclaimer, before he produced a pilot’s crusher cap from behind his back.

“A pilot’s hat!” Freddie exclaimed, smiling as she accepted it from him. “Where did you get it?” She knew it wasn’t his - his was sitting beside her on his bed. 

“Found it on a bench on the grounds,” Rosie explained, chuckling slightly, just a little bit awkward. “I figured if the guy who owns it ain’t gonna look after it I know someone who will.”

“I will!” Freddie assured him, sharing a smile over the top of her new hat as she turned it over in her hands. “Thank you, Rosie. Really.”

“Of course,” he replied, taking the hat from her hands and placing it gently on her head. “See,” he said as he came back to crouching before her, “I bet you wear it better than he did, too.”

Freddie grinned, smiling shyly and shrugging in response to his subtle compliment.

Rosie gazed at her for a beat, his eyes searching her face, before his smile turned softer. “You feeling a little better?”

Freddie nodded.

“You wanna tell me what happened back there?”

She drew in a deep breath, nodding more to encourage herself than in response to him, before she confessed quietly, “Millie and I had an argument.”

Rosie frowned. “What about?” He’d never known the two of them to be anything other than thick as thieves. They were always either attached at the hip or gushing about each other, each other’s closest confidant and greatest hero.

“She’s developing a drinking problem,” Freddie said quietly, meeting Rosie’s eyes and staying there. “Because of Brady. She was already clearly drunk and only ordering more so I tried to get her to stop. And she told me that I don’t understand what it’s like for her because it’s different for me, what I went through with Daniel.”

“Why does she think it’s different for you?” Rosie asked softly.

Freddie hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip as she considered this next confession. They had been Millie’s words, but would it be presumptuous of her to repeat them as though she agreed? She and Rosie were friends, nothing more, but there was something about their relationship which wasn’t, had never been, strictly platonic. It had been clear to both of them for a while that Rosie was following Freddie’s lead and going at her pace, and once she was ready to go ahead then he would make the move.

Even still, giving voice to it would feel awkward. They had never spoken about their attraction to one another.

Freddie sighed and let it spill out of her. She was tired of holding things in. “Because I have you and she said she won’t be able to move on.”

Rosie and Freddie watched each other closely, each wondering what they should say next. Rosie was fighting hard to force himself not to ask whether Freddie thought she had him the same way she’d had Daniel, whether what was between them was developing into romance, but he knew it wasn’t the time. Freddie, on the other hand, was fighting not to try to cover her tracks, to dismiss the idea and destroy all the progress they’d made. It was instinctive to reject the idea of romance even when it was there. But it would do neither of them any good.

Instead, Freddie forced herself to talk about her feelings. She never had been much good at it but Rosie made her want to try. “It made me feel so… dismissed,” she admitted. “She knows all about how I’ve been struggling, clearly still struggle even now, with what happened to Daniel. She’s my best friend - she’s the one who is always, always there for me when I break down about it. So for her to say that it’s different because I’ve moved on…” She took in a stuttering deep breath, willing herself to calm down. “It felt like a slap in the face that she thinks I’ve forgotten Daniel just because I’ve met you.”

Rosie nodded, coming to sit beside her on the bed as he considered his response. “I can understand why that would hurt you so much,” he told her softly. “And Millie needs to apologise. But she loves you and I know her well enough to know she didn’t mean it.”

“She shouldn’t have said it,” Freddie argued.

Rosie nodded, watching her struggling against the quivering of her bottom lip. “I know. And if she says it again we’ll have a problem. But she’s hurting, and you’re the person she feels safe enough with to let it out.”

“That doesn’t make it right.”

“No,” Rosie agreed. “But did you have much of a hold on your actions after you first lost Daniel?”

Freddie cracked a tiny smile at this, turning until she could press her face into Rosie’s bicep. “No,” she admitted.

“There you go.”

Freddie laughed quietly into his arm. “Rosie?”

“Sweetheart?”

“Can I sit in your lap?”

He grinned - she didn’t see it but she knew he was grinning - and shifted to lift her into his lap instead of replying.

Freddie moved around until she got comfortable, removed her new hat and placed it beside her, then tucked her face into that safe place beneath his chin where she felt like no one could get her. “I like it here,” she told him.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mh-hm,” she hummed her agreement. “Feels safe.”

Rosie didn’t say anything to this, just pressed a gentle kiss to her head.

They sat in silence for a while, each thinking different things, before Freddie sighed and sat up until she could look into Rosie’s face. “I had a glass of lemonade which I left back there,” she informed him.

Rosie laughed. “You wanna go back and get it?”

Freddie nodded.

“Alright,” he decided.

“But I want to sit outside,” she added. “I don’t want all my new w/ops asking me questions, or all the new airmen asking me to dance, or to run into Millie. I want to sit with the stars.”

“Alright,” Rosie agreed once more.

“Will you sit with the stars with me?”

“Absolutely.”

“We’ll have to pick up Meatball first,” Freddie went on. “I feel bad that I left him for so long.”

“Meatball is very welcome to join us,” Rosie assured her.

Freddie grinned. “Oh, I wasn’t asking for your permission. I was just preparing you in case he tries to sit in your lap.”

Rosie tipped his head back and laughed. “Right,” he conceded. “What’s that thing people say about dogs adopting the traits of their owners?”

Freddie let out a loud, abrupt laugh and hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Shut up!”

“What? It’s not true?” Rosie teased, his eyes flicking down to where she was clearly still sitting in his lap.

Freddie rolled her eyes. “No, it’s true. It’s just impolite to say it.”

Rosie smirked. “Sorry, Fred.”

“Yeah,” she replied. “Me too. I’ve let you get entirely too comfortable. I’m wearing the trousers around here, Rosenthal.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rosie acquiesced with a joking salute.

Freddie patted his curls, just because she wanted to. One day, she thought, she’d be brave enough to run her fingers through them. Today, at least she got to touch them. “Good,” she approved. “Now let’s go. I want to sit on the grass before the sprinklers get us again.”

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I'm trying out my first (kind of) g/t fic on here ahaha I'm so scared

Things not seen (title may change)

Chapter 1: The Demon

… the bell rings. Oh. I forgot I was in school… it’s the last period on the day before spring break, and it’s… terrifying. I’m graduating so soon... I snap back to attention and quickly start piling all my stuff in my backpack. A few mechanical pencils, lots of books, a sketchbook and a writing notebook… I don’t need half of the things I bring to school, but I still want to. And I feel like I should. I walk out the classroom door, avoiding eye contact with my teacher and classmates, and into the crowded hallway, packed with noise. I practically press myself against the walls to try to avoid physical contact. Thankfully, I make it outside without being trampled by the horde. It’s at one of those temperatures that makes it a bit too warm with my sweater on, and a bit too cold with it off. I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump, spinning around to be greeted by Fiona’s grinning face. She’s always been bolder than me in terms of the way she dresses, her outfit consisting of a pink sweater over a short black skirt, fishnet tights, and combat boots. There are little things in her hair, stickers on her shoes, and pins of games and shows all over her bag. I could never just have my interests on display like that…

“Oh. Um. Hi.” “Hi!!”

“Are we going to the tree today?” “I would love to, but… actually, I came to find you to tell you something… I’m gonna be gone for the whole break.”

My heart sinks, but I put on a smile.

“Really? Where to?”

“Ireland! My dad’s taking me to see my grandma and uncles.” Ireland!? She’s going to a different country!? But I was looking forward to spending the break with her! I had basically everything planned! “Oh, wow! Heh, lucky you… when do you leave?” “Uh… sometime soon?” “... like, today?” “Yeah.” “What?? That’s something you have to pay attention to!” “I dunno, my parents’ll let me know.” “You don’t know when you’re leaving! Don’t you need to pack or anything??” “Oh, I already did, like, a week ago.” “Thank goodness, why didn’t you say that??” “Why would I, you didn’t ask.”

“... I don’t know, but it would have been nice.” “You assume I wouldn’t-” There’s a muffled pinging sound. Fiona pulls her phone out of her pocket, sighing, and stops the sound. She opens her phone and I can see her looking at texts.

“What was that?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. My dad pinged my phone because I missed some texts from him. Asking where I am. Guess it’s time to go soon.” “Already?? I thought you meant, like tomorrow!” “Nah, I guess it’s now. Hey, don’t worry, you’ll be fine on your own.”

“... I wasn’t thinking that.” “I know you-” Her phone pings again, and she has to once again stop the sound.

“Fuck, okay, sorry Mallory. I’ll see you when we get back, I guess! I’ll text you nonstop!” She gives me a quick hug and sprints off. … I’ll be without my best and only friend for two weeks. I’m not a very sociable person, but one friend was all I thought I wanted and needed. Turns out, it just means I have nothing to do when she’s gone. … what do I do now? Just… go alone? … I guess. Better than being home all break. I slowly begin to make my way to the treeline behind the high school. Even though I’ve done it so many times before, it feels… wrong, going alone. I walk down the slightly beaten path to the treehouse. I put ribbons in the bushes and trees to mark the way to go, but I’ve done this so many times that I don’t even need them anymore. I recognise each tree, every patch of flowers, the creek flowing through the path…

And there it is.

A giant oak tree with a large treehouse resting in its branches. There’s a woven swing hanging from a limb, a hollow on one side with pillows and blankets piled in it, a ladder leading up to the 10 foot tall door, as well as the platforms around the tree. It’s a big treehouse, with a high ceiling, a balcony, closet, windows, and trapdoor to the roof. I didn’t build it, of course, I just found it and repaired it with Fiona and her mom. It really is beautiful, I could just stand here for a while. But I won’t, I didn’t come here to stand here and stare at the treehouse, I came here to go inside. I move to grab the rungs of the ladder, but freeze halfway there. It sounds like something’s up there. I feel my heart skip a beat. Slowly and quietly, I ascend the ladder and creep over to the door. I have to cover my mouth to keep myself from screaming, and duck out of the doorway. There is someone in there. Or, something… it isn’t human… whatever it is, it has a humanoid shape, but is way too big to be a human. … it’s flipping through my notebooks. My blood boils over with rage, despite the lingering fear. How DARE it!? Without thinking, I stomp into the treehouse and look around, picking up a fairly large stick and hurling it at the thing.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? GIVE ME THAT!!”

It pauses, and its gaze slowly shifts to me. I freeze, fear filling my mind as I realise what I did, but I try to hold my ground and seem somewhat intimidating.

“... th-that’s m-mine…”

Shit, I’m stuttering… it rises to its feet and approaches me. I instinctively back away until my back hits the wall…

“S-stay back!”

It continues in its approach, coming to a stop right in front of me, absolutely towering over me. I want to scream, run, shut my eyes, but I can’t move, other than trembling. It holds out its hand, the one with my sketchbook in it. … is it actually giving it back?? I glance between its face and the book in its hand, before quickly snatching it and stepping back. It also steps back. It’s huge, at least twenty feet tall, with tan skin, pink hair, and icy blue eyes with black sclera. It has a thick reptilian tail with a tuft of pink hair at the end, two small black horns, and I’ve caught glimpses of claws on its hands and sharp behind its lips. I have no idea what it could be…

“Is this your house?

… it talks. … I did not expect it to talk. Its voice is fairly deep with no real distinctive gender, but does possibly sound more feminine. I take a deep breath and try to talk.

“Y-y-yes…”

Still stuttering….

“Oh. … I’m sorry I was in here, then. I just smelled something good…”

Smelled something..? I glance over at the shoe box of snacks in the closet. Maybe it’ll leave if I give it something. Or at least be less likely to kill me...

“... my, uh… m-my snacks? Y-you can h-have some.. i-in the cl-closet…”

It walks over to the closet and takes the box down. It glances back at me before hesitantly opening it and looking through it. I cautiously take a step closer to the giant…

… it’s wearing clothes. I hadn’t registered that before, likely due to shock, anger, and/or fear.. but it is. A black cloak, jeans, boots, and… glasses. Where did it get glasses? Wait, where did it get any clothes that fit it? Why am I wondering this about it? … what do I think I should be wondering about it? It pulls out a plastic baggie of homemade chocolate chip cookies. I forgot I had those. I made them a few days ago. They’re a little lopsided, but still pretty good.

“What are these?”

… really? It doesn’t know what cookies are?? … it’s baffling, but it does make some sense. I don’t know where it would have access to cookies, being a giant monster…

“... th-those? Cookies? Th-they’re, uh, sweet f-food?”

It stares at me for a moment before looking back down at the bag and taking one of the cookies out of the bag and examining it. It hesitantly raises the treat to its mouth and takes a bite. Its eyes widen and I can see its face light up…

“WHERE DO YOU GET THESE!?”

Ow- oh wow it’s loud..

“I-I, uh… I made them…”

“You can MAKE these!?”

“Yeah? Just, uh, flour, sugar, sometimes chocolate, a few other things, and heat it up.”

“What’s chocolate?”

It quickly finishes the rest of the cookie. … it doesn’t know chocolate either, huh… how am I supposed to explain chocolate to someone that’s never had it? It’s such a unique flavour…

“Chocolate is, uh… how do I… th-there’s a box of chocolate at the bottom of the box somewhere… the big plastic-wrapped thing. .. brown.”

It digs through the box for the bar of chocolate, slowly removing it from the container. It glances back at me again. It struggles a bit, figuring out how to go about opening the wrapper with its large hands, but does get it pretty fast, tearing off the wrapper and biting a small piece off the corner. You could practically see the stars in its eyes, its tail thumping against the floor. I instinctively recoil at the sound, but… it suddenly seems much less intimidating…

“I think I LOVE chocolate!!”

“Yeah, it’s, uh… pretty good… you’ve really never had any chocolate before..?”

“No. I can’t really just walk into wherever you get it.”

… that’s… fair. A giant… demon thing (?) anywhere too close to the town would be a disaster… I watch it finish off the rest of the chocolate bar in one bite.

“... what are you..?”

“Wh- me? … uh… honestly, the best answer I can give you is ‘a monster…’”

“So… you don’t… know?”

“I’ve never seen another thing like me, and humans definitely don’t know what I am, so nobody’s ever told me…”

That’s… kind of sad… I wonder where it came from, what its life is like… I let out an involuntary yawn. Everything that’s happened today has been pretty exhausting… it’s probably starting to get late, too… I pull out my phone to check the time. The numbers across the lock screen reading 6:26. … it’s 6:26! I was supposed to be home almost 30 minutes ago!! No, I almost never come home more than a minute late!

“... is something wrong?"

“I-I was supposed to be home a while ago…”

“... isn’t this your house?”

“Oh, uh- no, I don’t live here. I guess it is my house, but I don’t live here, I only come here a lot. I live somewhere else. And my mom’s gonna be pissed that I wasn’t there half an hour ago…”

… it stares at me for a moment, then gets up and starts to descend the ladder. I don’t know if I want it to leave or not…

“A-are you leaving?”

It holds its hand up to me from the ground and smiles. … should I…

“Do you want me to take it..?”

Its smile grows wider. I guess I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’ I walk out of the doorway and glance cautiously between its face and hand. I don't really trust it, but... I cautiously place my hand in its much larger one. … it suddenly grips my arm and lifts me off my feet, lowering me down onto its shoulder. I let out a startled squeak and wrap my arms around its neck as my feet touch the fabric of its cloak, terrified once again.

“So, which way’s your house?”

“Uh… th-that way…?”

I say shakily and point in the general direction of my house. I’ve been here so many times, I know the way back. … is it going to take me there..?

“Alright, hold on!”

"wh-"

Before I can fully register its words, it sprints off in the direction I pointed it in. I shut my eyes and press myself against its head, my cheeks hot and heart beating fast, afraid to open my eyes and see myself falling… It’s terrifying, but… the cool evening air, warmth of the creature under and next to me, wind against my face and hair… it’s exhilarating… and oddly comforting… I slowly open my eyes, squinting them in an attempt to block out the wind rushing at them. It’s going so fast, things are rushing past me in a blur. I have so many questions and theories about it… I see my house appearing through the treeline.

“Ah- th-there! Stop here!”

It comes screeching to a halt, the momentum causing it to fall forward onto its face, and myself to fall off its shoulder and land in the dirt. I push myself upright  and brush myself off, looking over at the creature. It groans and sits up, cleaning its glasses off on its sweater. I softly laugh at the sight, and it smiles awkwardly at me.

“I probably shouldn’t go any further…”

“Yeah, people would really freak out, wouldn’t they? … w-well, uh… goodbye… I guess…” I don’t know what else to say. I turn and begin walking to my house when it puts its glasses back on and speaks for the last time.

“Emory.”

I turn back towards it.

“... what?”

“Ah- my name. It’s Emory.”

Emory. It’s a strangely human name for them, but it’s nice. It fits.

“Emory… it’s nice to meet you. I’m Mallory.”

They smile and wave at me, before slowly disappearing into the darkness of the surrounding woods… 

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... wow. It’s hard to believe any of that just happened… I’m so tired… I turn back towards my house and prepare myself for what’s going to happen when I cross the threshold of the front door. And I approach. I stand before the entrance to my house, heart pounding. I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone and check the time again, as if I thought it might have somehow gone back. 6:31. … I steel myself and place my hand on the knob to slowly turn it, just opening the door a crack, attempting to sneak in as quietly as I can. The sound of the door creaking and clicking shut echoes through the house, seeming loud as thunder. I can already hear the sound of her green slippers stomping against the floor, approaching  from the living room, and wince. When I turn, I can practically see the smoke pouring out of her ears like a tea kettle. I flash a sheepish smile and force a small wave.

“H-heeyy, mom…”

“Excuse me?? Take this seriously, I was worried! WHERE have you BEEN!? You never come home this late without letting me know first!”

“I know. I’m sorry, I just lost track of time…”

“NO. You don’t ‘lose track of time,�� you’re always here early! So what happened? Why didn’t you tell me?? Was it that friend of yours? Were you at a party?? Did you do drugs!? Is there a boy!?” “What!? Mom, no, I hate parties. And Fiona isn't bad... I’m telling the truth, I was just reading and lost track of time…” I really hope I don't look like I'm lying. Besides, I don’t even like guys. Not that I would ever say that in front of her. I have do idea how she would react. She narrows her eyes at me, having to look up a bit. “Well. This is your first strike. I’m trusting that you’re telling the truth because I believe you’re a good kid who wouldn’t do that. But, you still got home very late, so no dinner, and get to your room.” “Yes, ma’am…”

I quietly begin to ascend the stairs to my room. I hated that. I hate that she treats me like a fucking child who can’t take care of herself. I know she loves me, and she’s just protective, but it can be humiliating… I slam the door shut behind me and wince, hoping she didn’t hear that. … thankfully, I don’t hear anything but my dad’s snoring coming from the other room. He tends to work a lot and sleep in. I feel kind of bad for him. … I might go to sleep early, too… everything that happened today has been exhausting… I flip the lights off and turn on the white noise machine. With all the noise from the other room, I need it to sleep. I climb up onto my bed, not bothering to change into pyjamas, just throwing off my shirt and skirt. I lie down and cover myself with the blankets, and as I stare up at the glowing stars stuck to my ceiling, my brain runs through today’s events. Was that even real..? My mind feels so fuzzy now as my eyelids fall over my eyes.

Ugh... I’m so… tired…

So I'm a very beginner writer, I'm not great at coming up with names, and I feel like this story might be too rushed. I am okay with and encourage constructive criticism. I am in love with these characters and they will appear again on here :D

[softtdaisy]

Since the requests are open...Imagine reader furious with Andrew (or Peter),thinking that she was deceived by him after his ex-girlfriend posted a picture of the two together on IG, with a dubious & enigmatic caption. Much anguish, drama, reader fleeing, Andrew/Peter searching for reader, +18... but happy ending, please! Thanks! 😘

I love how I can picture the post perfectly 👀

You’ve been with Andrew for a good year now, you got together a few months after his last break up but you knew each other for years so it was like the right moment for you to finally be together

The thing is, his ex wasn’t and still not happy about him moving on so easily especially with someone she always saw as an opponent

You weren’t following each other on social media so you wouldn’t have seen her post if your friends didn’t send it to you to understand what was going on

She posted a picture of Andrew and her looking super happy and in love (this is the one I had in mind) with a caption saying “I want to live here. In his arms. Where I know it’s safe.”

You turned off your phone immediately. You couldn’t deal with the comments, calls and texts asking if you were still with Andrew or why she posted that. You had no idea. Andrew was away for a movie these past weeks and came back only yesterday. How can you be sure he didn’t enjoy some nights with her?

You left the house for the day. You needed some time alone to think about all this. When your heart was trying to make you think about Andrew worrying, you fought it. You wanted him to think about what he might lose.

Of course when you came back that evening, he jumped to you. “I tried to call you all day, honey where were you? Why did you disappear? Is everything alright?“ you hated how he sounded so worried, like he cared for real. You pushed him to go to your bedroom.

Andrew wasn’t going to let you run away without explaining yourself. He grabbed your wrist and when he met your anger eyes, he knew something was wrong. “Ask your lovely ex…or should I say girlfriend? I don’t know. Tell me Andrew, how many times did you fuck her when you were away?”

“What are you talking about?” If he was playing dumb, he was good ‘cause you’re almost believing he had no idea about the situation. When he saw the picture, you could tell from his face he was confused.

“This is a super old picture from her cousin’s wedding, the summer we dated.” He grabbed your phone to zoom on it. “Look, I was even wearing the bracelet that broke during our first night together.” He was right. You could recognise that bracelet that broke on your face perfectly. The laugh you had that night made you love him even more.

You felt so guilty suddenly, how could you believe Andrew would cheat on you? But of course, when you tried to hide, Andrew immediately grabbed you and hugged you. “I’ll send her a text to ask her to delete that. She shouldn’t post picture of us.” He kissed your hair softly before lifting your face up.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled and he caressed your lips with his thumb. “You know, if you needed me to remind you how much I love you, you should have ask rather than worrying me.” He said before kissing you

Andrew spend the rest of the night making sure you know how much he loves you and every single part of your body.

[jaskierswolf]

I cannot get over the way Jaskier sings "I'm weak my love" in Her Sweet Kiss. Prompt where he says or sounds like that in the moment? 👉👈

I wrote this at like 2am a few nights ago in @thepassifloradiscord live write channels 😂 I hope you like it, nonny!

_

Geralt had seen Jaskier perform in many taverns and halls and fairs all across the Continent, possibly more times than even the greatest fan of the bard. At first it had been a chore, but Geralt soon learned to appreciate the delicacy of Jaskier’s voice, the intricacies of his performance. He wasn’t sure when it happened, after the third, maybe the fourth or fifth performance… but Geralt had realised he was not immune to the bard’s flirting.

It wasn’t love. Not yet, but even Geralt knew that it wasn’t far off. If only he could allow himself to fall, to be vulnerable, to forget his training and for once in his damn life… let his heart be seen.

For decades, Jaskier had been by his side, and all Geralt had done was hurt him. The look on his face at the top of the mountain had been heartbreaking, so much so that Geralt had had to turn away to stop himself from crumbling, but now, in a shitty tavern far from the scene of the crime, barely a few months later… Geralt was lost for words.

The bard’s hair was scruffy and unkempt, his clothes were torn and stained with dirt and what smelled like old blood… not Jaskier’s, thankfully. Gods, he was a mess.

But he was beautiful

Sat at the edge of the stage, his lute resting in his lap and tears shining in his eyes… he was beautiful, melancholy and haunting. Geralt was drawn to Jaskier like a moth to a flame, not like with Yennefer, no, that was fake ties of Destiny pulling them closer. With Jaskier it had been and always would be a choice of his own making. No matter how much he tried to deny it, Geralt cared for Jaskier and there was no doubt that the bard felt the same way. They were best friends, and yet the word “friend” always left a sour taste in Geralt’s mouth, a clenching in his chest.

Watching Jaskier play that night was captivating. Gone was the carefree flirting and dancing around the room, and in its place was a stillness that Geralt has never associated with the bard before. Jaskier didn’t seem to have noticed him, which was probably for the best. After the way they’d ended things, Geralt didn’t want his presence to disturb Jaskier’s performance. So Geralt tucked himself into the darkest corner of the room and watched in awe as Jaskier continued to sing.

“I’m weak my love,” Jaskier’s voice cracked and the rest of the song was lost to Geralt’s ears.

Never in all the years that Geralt had watched Jaskier perform, had he known the bard to lose control of his voice. He was a masterful vocalist and even Geralt could admire and recognise the skill, even if he couldn’t say it.

To watch him fall apart on stage was- was… it was too much.

Everything that Geralt had fought so hard to deny for so many years came crashing down like waves. He found himself stumbling blindly towards the stage, towards Jaskier, falling to his knees with a broken cry as his world was turned upside down.

“Forgive me,” he begged, not able to look Jaskier in the eyes.

A hand cupped his cheek, calloused fingertips brushing along his jaw. “Only if you forgive me, I- I wasn’t a good travel companion. I can be better, I can-“

Geralt reached up to hold Jaskier’s hand against his cheek. “I fucked up, Jaskier, you shouldn’t have to apologise.”

“But-”

“Please, just let me. This time,” Geralt insisted. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said-”

“I don’t care what you said, Geralt!” The words were sharper than Geralt expected and his eyes snapped up to meet a sea of icy blue. “You left me there.”

I’m weak my love

The sound of Jaskier’s voice breaking echoed around his head, strengthening his resolve with every breath.

“I won’t leave you again, Jaskier. I promise.” And as he said the words, he brought Jaskier’s hand to his lips, brushing a kiss to the bruised knuckles. “I’m here, love. I’m yours.”

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[selfcarecap]

how about mj and the reader being ✨oblivious gays✨ for each other

I made this a tad bit more dramatic than it had to be, also this was such a good request i feel like i could write 10 more fics with this

-this is a repost of an old blurb-

MJ is so beautiful that it makes your heart hurt.

It’s not her looks that you fell in love with though, but her personality.

Her mannerisms, certain words she uses, her humour, her view on life and its different aspects. That’s what you fell in love with.

Simply seeing her talk and the way she expresses herself can make your heart go into a frenzy.

It wasn’t healthy anymore, and since you knew MJ would never like you back, you skipped an awkward confession of your love, and started distancing yourself from her straight away.

That was last week, and your heart breaks more with every day you two are apart.

But your chest ached even more when you had to pretend to be her friend and watch her live her life like that, when really you were in love with her.

Last night wasn’t the first time you cried because of MJ and you have a feeling it won’t stop for a long time.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you and MJ?” Peter asks you in the hallway, oblivious to how it’s killing you that you can’t be with MJ the way your heart desires.

“You know how MJ is obsessed with telling the truth?” Peter asks and you nod. Yes, you know all about it—another thing you love about her.

He continues, “It’s why she’s such a bad liar. She never lies but when I asked her why you two aren’t hanging out anymore, I knew she lied.”

“What did she say?” You wonder, butterflies in your stomach at only the mention of MJ.

“She didn’t even give me a real answer. She was just, like, super cold and pretended not to care but I saw right through her. But she said you two realised you just aren’t cool like you used to be and that you decided not to be friends anymore. Even if she hadn’t been super uncomfortable while telling me, even a stranger would have recognised the look in her eyes and it was not positive. So what happened?”

You look at Peter with wide eyes, not planning on answering his question as you scan the school for MJ.

You don’t know what you were thinking, but not this. You will never be able to forgive yourself if you and MJ part ways in a negative way.

-

“MJ,” you start, searching her eyes for what you hope can be forgiveness. It might be hate, you can’t tell yet.

She’s sitting on your bed, arms crossed, her bag placed by her feet, ready to be picked up and slung over her shoulder for when she leaves.

You start without planning what you’re about to say, wanting to use every second of her time that she gives you.

“I’m sorry for cutting you off so suddenly but I—”

Love you so much that it makes my heart hurt?

You can’t tell her that.

“MJ I can’t tell you the reason. You’ll hate me even more than you already do,” you say sincerely. Sitting down next to her, not too close though.

She sighs, wiping a tear that was threatening to fall from her eye, “I don’t hate you. I could never.”

“Well, you should. It was shitty of me to just break off all contact and avoid you from one day to the next. But if you hear my reason, you’ll probably be thankful I did it.”

“Tell me why. I won’t leave until you tell me the reason. But I can’t think of anything bad enough to tear us apart. I miss you.”

You swallow, resisting the urge to kiss her pouty lips. She looks so pretty. She always does.

“I- I can’t look at you.”

“I’ll turn around then,” says MJ, not missing a beat as she scoots around on the bed, leaning her back against yours.

“MJ,” your voice cracks, tears unwillingly rolling down your face.

You feel MJ shift behind you, but she stays in place.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you pour out your soul to her.

“When- whenever I‘m with you, I fall for you a bit more. By now I‘m so in love with you and spending a single second with you, looking at you, hearing you speak, doing anything, knowing that you‘ll never like me back, breaks my heart into so many pieces I don‘t think I‘ll ever be able to mend it.”

She gulps, “You like girls too?”

You don’t know what you were expecting, but not this.

Wiping your face, you stand up, ready to leave the room but MJ grabs your hand, pulling you back down, facing you this time.

You answer MJ’s question with a nod, not meeting her eyes.

“I never knew-“ she says and you recognise a glint of hope in her eyes when you replay what she just said in your head.

“Wait- too?”

With a sharp intake of breath, MJ pulls you in. Her hands on your cheeks, demanding but gentle as she guides your face to hers, lips connecting motionlessly for only a short second until you snap out of it.

You start kissing her back with more passion than you’ve ever put into anything else in your entire life.

But with your sudden fervour you kind of mess up the rhythm, causing you both to pull away.

You blink at her a few times before breaking out into a giant smile that’s also stretched across her face.

“I never knew you felt the same. I- I fell in love with you the first time we met. But I thought you just liked guys and our friendship was the most important thing to me in the world so I didn‘t want to mess it up by confessing.”

“Oh,” a laugh escapes you at the same time as a tear, MJ wiping at your cheek with her thumb.

She holds you against her chest, as your tears spill out, tears of relief, tears of feeling at home and at ease, pouring out the feelings you’ve kept hidden for forever.

Stupid fucking tears. You just want to kiss her.

You look up at her as your face and cheeks are dry again, your vision of MJ clear.

She’s beaming at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Can we kiss again? I kind of- I didn’t realise what was going on the first time.”

She grins at you with her perfect smile, a hand behind your neck, pulling you down to the bed with her.

“We can kiss as many times as you want.”

[thebiggestfan1]

Are you in town? - Matthew Tkachuk (part 1)

part two here

part three here

word count: 1860 words

TW: language, angst (?)

let me know if you want part two, I’m somehow still not sure

...

It was so hot that day. The movers were already gone, the place feeling empty without all the furniture. In a few hours, you'd be long gone, flying far away from Chesterfield.

Some small part of you felt sorry for selling your parents' house - the house you spent your whole childhood living in. But they moved out a few years ago and told you many times they didn't mind at all selling it.

Wiping the sweat off of your eyebrows you made your way through the blooming garden, trying to memorize every little detail. You remembered climbing this tree, you remembered the hole in the fence you made so the neighbour's dog could come play with you, you remembered the time capsule you and Matt buried here when you were fifteen.

Until now, you completely forgot about that. Even though you two didn't talk after he got drafted, it'd be a good idea to meet again since you might never see him again. You might be moving to Calgary but that city was so big it'd be a miracle to meet Matthew somewhere.

So you scrolled through your phone, praying he didn't change his number after all those years as you dialed it.

The phone rang twice before someone picked it up.

"Yes?"

Matthew's voice was so different since the last time you talked.

"Hey Matt, this is Y/N, I'm moving out today and I thought we could dig up the time capsule we buried at my place as kids before I leave. Are you in town?" It was off-season so you might get lucky.

"You are moving out already? But yeah, I can meet you in an hour if you have the time."

"Yes, I'll still be here, don't worry."

"Okay..." There was a moment of awkward silence, neither of you knew how to break it. Was it a bad idea? Of course you wouldn't be as good friends as you once were. But you didn't know it would be this... weird. He didn't say goodbye back when he left to Calgary and didn't answer to any of your calls or messages. What were you thinking? That he wanted to see you?

"So, where are you moving to?" Matt finally continued, making the conversation more bareable.

"Calgary, they offered me an amazing job there."

"Really? I've been there for a few years."

"I heard." Not from you, was what you didn't say. It seemed like he'd heard it nonetheless.

Silence. You hated how distant you've grown - once, a long time ago, you were best friends. You went together to kindergarden and since then you've been the best of best friends. But even after all you went through, you didn't know what to say.

"Nevermind, I have to get going. I'll be at your place at three, okay?"

"Okay. I'll meet you there."

As you hung up, sadness enveloped you. Maybe you shouldn't have called. Maybe it'd be better to never meet Matt again, to remember only the good old times.

But he might be already on his way and you wanted to say a proper goodbye before going far, far away.

You loved him once, you recalled. It broke your heart when he left without looking back.

It irritated you that you couldn't do the same as easily.

...

"Y/N?" a now familiar voice called, the sound of closing car doors echoing through the silent street.

Matt looked same as he did four years ago and still totally different. It was like staring at a stranger you could swear you've already seen before. The curly, those pretty grey-blue eyes and the crooked smile you remembered and thought about too often. He got taller and more mascular over the time he played hockey professionally.

"Hey," you said nervously, tucking your slightly trembling hands into the pockets of your shorts.

Again, that uncomfortable silence took place.

"How long is it?" Since you've last seen each other. Since he'd ignored your calls and messages. Since he'd left you crying as he left this town - as he left you.

"Five years," you said.

Regret flashed in those pretty eyes as he took you in. Did you look to him the same as you did the last time he saw you?

"I'm sorry I didn't call." That was it? After five fucking years of silence, this was his apology for everything. This was a mistake. You didn't think it through when you called him today. Just now you started remembering all the things he's done to you.

"That doesn't make it hurt less, does it?" You whipped around, going to the line of fruit trees where you left the two shovels you borrowed from the neighbour.

Matt's hand slightly gripped your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

"I know that I made a bunch of wrong decisions before I left."

"I've been trying for 6 months to reach you before giving up completely. And you? You've been living the best version of your life anyone could ever imagine."

"That's not true and you know it." Matthew said and you wanted to leave right then, forget this stupid meeting.

"I do not." you hissed, trying to calm down your rising temper.

Matt sighed, not wanting to argue over this. So he made his way to the tree line, picked one shovel from the ground and started digging where he remembered the time capsule was.

You didn't help him dig it up. You were too lost in memories, clinging to the past as you thought of younger version of Matt.

The clang of metal on metal attracted your attention back to him. He grunted as he pulled up the metal box and laid it on the grass.

You ducked low next to him, dusting off the dirt of the box. It was an old, weirdly dented thing.  Your eyes laid on the lock and you nearly sighed in annoyance just when Matt grabbed at his necklace, the key dangling from it. When you two buried the capsule, each of you got a key made for it. You had yours somewhere in the boxes that had already been shipped to your new apartment and Matt's... he didn't forget. He kept it through the years, guarding it and not losing it as you expected.

You didn't say anything, just patiently waited for him to open the box.

There was a letter inside, along with a bunch of things you thought of as long forgotten. Your bracelets of friendship, the colors faded already; a puck with which you and Matthew played your first hockey game together when you were six; so many polaroid photos with your faces on them; USB with a playlist you two always danced to.

Your eyes watered - how were you supposed to say goodbye to all of this?

Silently, you looked over all of the photos - you and Matt in the rink with small hockey sticks and skates, you and Matt sticking out your tongues colored blue with slushies, you and Matt, you and Matt, you and Matt...

Then Matthew's hand found yours, your fingers automatically intertwining with his. You started crying, first silently but then the sobs shook with your whole body.

"Come here," he murmured, hugging you. His body was so soft and warm, as if begging you to lean into his touch.

"How- how could you leave this all behind?" you mumbled between the sobs.

"It's not leaving if you don't say goodbye." Matt said, his fingers playing with yours.

"Then you are a fucking coward, Matthew."

Silence. He didn't argue with you on that, so you must have been right.

You stopped crying after a while, checking your watch while wiping your nose.

Shit. It was so late already - you had to call an uber to get you to the airport in the next hour or you'd be super late.

"I'll have to go," you said quietly, but Matt interrupted you.

"You are right," he tucked on the edge of his shirt, clearly nervous. He was nervous. "I was a coward. I thought that if I didn't say goodbye to you as I left, it'd hurt less. I was wrong and I was a fucking coward for not picking up your calls or replying to your messages because it would make it so real - that I was leaving and probably never coming back. But I want to make it all right again, I want to be a part of your life - if you will let me."

You thought about his offer and still, you couldn't answer. You weren't sure about letting him into your heart just for him to storm out again without a goodbye, leaving you behind, broken.

"Can I at least take you to the airport?" To that, you nodded, picking up the time capsule, putting all the items back in. Then you gave back the lent shovels to your neighbour and with a last glance at your house, you got into Matt's car.

...

On the way to the airport Matt played the playlist from the USB that was in the time capsule and the nostalgy hit you hard.

You remembered the lyrics, the melody; you remembered everything.

The drive was too short and you started panicking as the engine stopped.

Matthew helped you with your suitcase and went inside with you. The two of you stopped at the first gate.

"Here," he said, giving you a piece of paper. "It's my adress. Hopefully, you won't live so far away, so we could meet there if you wanted to."

You tucked it in your pocket without a word.

"Also, take this. I wrote it in ninth grade so don't think much of it. But I want you to read it, Y/N."

It was the letter from the time capsule, with your name on the blank envelope.

"I will." you promised.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward this time.

"I'll let you know my decision about what you said earlier. I just... I need some time."

Matt noded, giving you the space you so desperately needed.

"So, until we meet again - goodbye, Y/N."

"Goodbye, Matt."

...

The plane took off and you finally had the time to read the letter he gave you.

You immediately recognised his scrambled handwriting and you smiled at how messy it was before you started reading.

Dear Y/N,

I'm writing this in case I leave. Dad has been telling me for some time already that if I'll get drafted, I'll have to leave. He also said that if I'll be smart, I will never look back at my past.

I don't want you to be my past. I want you to be my present and my future.

He said I'll meet a lot of girls but I know that none of them is going to be like you.

So, I promise you, I will never say goodbye to you.

I love you,

Matt

With trembling fingers, you pulled out your phone, the tears already staining the screen.

That's why he never said goodbye. Because of this stupid letter and his stupid promise.

The phone rang once before he picked it up.

"Y/N? What is it?"

A ragged breath escaped you and you laughed and cried at the same time.

"I don't want you to be my past. I want you to be my present and my future."

"Oh, that was cheesy, wasn't it-"

"No, you dumbass. That's my answer."

[darylsgirl]

You know you want this

Request for non con :- Daryl and reader were previously in a relationship but Daryl broke up with her and left her hurting. But Daryl realises later on that he really wants to be with the reader so he goes to her place to talk to her, but she can't go through all that hurt again so she says no. This angers Daryl and he leaves and comes back drunk after some time. Then the non con part. But I also want the reader to come around after some time?Request two :  What about Norman edging the reader? Request three:  Can you do one where the reader tells Daryl she wants to try squirting and he’s down for it and she does it repeatedly so many time they just become addicted to it. Alexandria time.

Summary: Daryl breaks your heart after you let your feelings for him slip, Breaking you completely Spencer helps to put the pieces back together, Finally starting to feel like yourself again Daryl decides he wants you back and he’s not going to take no for an answer

A/N: Hey lovelies! Sorry this has taken me so long to write! I had a dream last night for another story so hopefully it won’t take as long for the next one! Thank you all for your patience! If you have any requests let me know! I’m always happy to add them to the list :) 

Hope you like this! Have a lovely day <3

Love Jen :)

Trigger Warning: Smut starts as Non-Consensual, Edging, Squirting, Violence, Eating disorder, Self deprecating thoughts. 18+ only please! 

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It had taken months to be able to look at his face without feeling your heart shattering, You had avoided him at every possible opportunity. Excusing yourself whenever he came into a room biting back the tears. 

When people had started to notice you moping around you knew you had to reserve your heart break for when you were alone, When you and Daryl had been together you had kept it a secret wanting to have something just for you both, Not wanting to share your secret happiness with others yet. You could see why he wanted too; he was a very secretive person not wanting to let anyone into his high walls. 

The trouble with this is when one night after over a year of spending the night in his arms you let it slip, Happily curled around him you’d told him you loved him. He instantly froze. 

“Go to sleep Y/N Ya drunk” He had muttered. When you woke in the morning he was gone leaving just a note on the bedside table “You can’t love me, Goodbye Y/N” 

Jumping out of bed you had searched for him around Alexandria to be told he had taken off hunting earlier that morning. When he finally came back he wouldn’t even look at you. You had followed him home desperately trying to get him to talk to you. 

“Please Daryl just talk to me! I know you feel the same way”  

“Nah, Go home Y/N I don’t love ya and I never asked yer to say ya loved me either!, Ya knew what this was” He sneered before slamming the door in your face. 

Hearing him say he didn’t love you was all it took for you to run home locking yourself inside for days, You tried to settle in the bed but his scent was everywhere. Dragging your pillow and a blanket from the bed you had curled up on the floor 

You stayed in the same position for days only moving when your bladder felt like hot knives were being poked through it. You’d heard as various people had come knocking to check on you but you just weren’t ready to see anyone yet.

When you did finally surface a week later you could feel your clothes falling more loosely around you, You were always slim but now you looked painfully so. Carol gave you a sad smile offering you a bottle of water that you took gratefully. Carol was the only person you thought had known about you and Daryl, She had never said anything but from the pitiful look she was giving you now, She must have known. 

“Why don’t I fix you something to eat Y/N” She offered, Her hand motioning to her house. You shook your head quickly. You couldn’t go there, That’s where he would be. 

“No” You croaked your voice raspy speaking for the first time in a week. “ I’m ok, I ate earlier” She raised her eyebrow not believing you but letting it go all the same. 

You spent your weeks like this only eating small amounts if you had no other choice than to accept, Feeling your clothes get looser and looser. 

Spencer had been the one to get you to eat a full meal for the first time, Sitting with you patiently at the cook out you had been reluctant to go to. He sat with you well after dark letting you eat at your own pace, While he filled the silence with idle chatter. 

You found yourself laughing at his stories, The sound startling you when it first came out a small smile crossing your lips. You stayed with him happily forgetting for a while. That was until you heard a loud snort from the other side of the table. 

Looking over your eyes met Daryl’s briefly, You hadn’t realised he was there listening to your entire conversation. Standing quickly you looked at Spencer “I’m sorry i have to go” 

Turning on your heel you ran towards your house. “Wait Y/N! Wait” Spencer said catching up to you within a few feet. You jumped in alarm when you felt his hand on your arm. 

“What's the rush? Hey listen, I was meaning to ask you. Can I make you dinner sometime?” You looked at him shocked not saying anything when he continued. 

“Just thought we could spend some time together, Yano just us.” You thought for a moment. 

He did seem to be a nice guy and he definitely wasn’t embarrassed about being with you.

Nodding slowly, you agreed not sure why he wanted to have dinner with you, making Spencer grin “Cool! Tomorrow? I’ll come by your place at 6 to get you?” 

Nodding again you let him give you a warm hug before turning again and heading straight for your house. 

Locking the door behind you, You let out a small smile, maybe this was what you needed to get over him, someone who seemed to care about you and might return your affections. 

The date had been nice and you had become a regular thing, He had taken to walking you to and from work holding your hand and smiling down at you every time his lips brushed yours to say goodbye. He had continued to be incredibly patient with you letting you warm up to him and letting your walls come down slowly. 

It wasn’t like it was with Daryl it wasn’t a passionate burning love, It was sweet, Caring and different. Your eating problems soon behind you with Spencer, Your heart still hadn’t fully recovered but he was doing a good job of trying to glue it back together. 

It still hurt every time you saw Daryl, His eyes starting lingering on you more now since you had gone public with Spencer. You tried to avoid his gaze, Reminding yourself of the hurt he had caused you and that it was Spencer who had picked up the pieces.

6pm was soon rolling around, Spencer and you had made this a regular thing every Friday you had a date night, You wanted tonight to be different, The more Daryl looked at you the more your lust for him was returning, You had to get him out of your head and give your all to this loving patient man.  

Pulling on the red figure hugging dress you found in the back of the closet you smoothed it down hoping it would signal to him that you were ready. Pulling your hair into a loose bun and picking out some loose wavy bits to hang around your face pulling the maroon lipstick out Daryl had found for you on a run.

You had only previously worn this in bed with Daryl, It was one of his kinks, He liked to see the lipstick smeared across his body where you had left your hot kisses. Making him increasingly harder when he saw the marks around his cock.

You felt your thighs brushing together feeling yourself heat up at these memories. Shaking your head you looked at yourself in the mirror smoothing the dress down nervously. You heard as Spencer knocked on the door. Applying the lipstick you smiled at yourself feeling hot, Before heading to the door. 

As you opened it you were shocked to see not Spencer but a very awkward looking Daryl standing in front of you, He didn’t ask if he could come inside before brushing past you into the living room. 

Your heart pounding in your chest you closed the door slowly following him timidly into the living room. 

Both in silence for a few minutes before you finally found your voice, “Wh...What are you doing here?” 

His eyes wandered over your body taking in your dress before staring at the lipstick. His eyes opened wide when he recognised it

His eyes looked pained now taking a deep breath “’m so fuckin stupid Y/N, I miss ya, I want ya back....For real....I want ya to be mine” 

Daryl had never been that forward with his feelings before. Your heart pounding in your chest, You wanted to fall back into his arms, But it wasn’t fair of him to ask that of you, This wasn’t fair at all. The anger bubbling up now, The fucking nerve of this man! 

“Get out” Shaking your head you felt the anger build “Get out Daryl! No, No you don’t get to do this!! You don’t get to see me happy and moving on, Trying to forget you and just think you can walk back in and it can go back to how it was!” 

“But....Y/N please. I-I” 

Cutting him off trying to cut the emotion from your voice “Spencer will be here any minute, Get the fuck out!” 

You took a step back as he started towards you, He watched as you flinched at his movements, Seeing the fear in your eyes. He was close too close, You could feel your body burning for him, It terrified you how much power this man had over you.

“Ya don’t have to be scared of me Y/N i wont hurt ya....Yer know that..” 

“Too late Daryl, You already did! GET OUT!” Pushing his chest harshly seemed to snap him out of it. Not saying another word he turned on his heel slamming the back door behind him. 

It took a few minutes to compose yourself, Grabbing the whiskey bottle from the cupboard you took a few deep swigs settling it back down and fixing what you thought was a convincing smile back on your face as someone knocked on the door again. 

Thank god, It was Spencer this time!” 

“Holy shit…… Sorry! Hey baby...,. You loook….. Incredible” Spencer said his jaw dropping when he saw you. 

Stifling your giggle you lent up kissing his cheek, Biting your lower lip slightly as you saw the Kiss mark on his face. The blush was rising in your cheeks the alcohol was definitely hitting you fast.

“Shall we” He asked, still in awe holding his arm out to you. Taking his arm you stepped out of the house closing the door behind you. The moment your feet hit the pavement, You almost walked straight into Daryl.  

“Watch where ya goin” He growled. Spencer feeling the tension put his arm around your shoulders protectively pulling you out of Daryl’s way into his chest. 

“C’mon babe, Dinner will be getting cold” You tore your eyes from Daryl’s turning your attention to Spencer as he kissed your hair. Smiling sweetly at him you let him pull you away down the street towards his house, Glancing backwards you saw that Daryl was glaring at you now with those dark eyes. Putting your arm around Spencer's back you tried to shake off his glare. 

He had looked pissed.. But what fucking right did he have to be upset? What did he think was going to happen? You were going to live the rest of your life as a nun moping around and starving yourself because of him?  Or that you would just forget all of it and just fall back into his eyes like the pathetic woman he thought you were? Fuck no! You tried not to let the anger build. 

During your meal you had tried to concentrate on Spencer but your mind kept wandering back to Daryl. You drank more that night than you had on any of your other dates trying to get up the courage to take things further. As you sat on the couch together kissing sweetly, You decided now was the time. 

Standing up you straddled his hips moving your dress up enough to give your legs space to move. Grabbing his face you kissed him eagerly. Moaning as his hands came to your thighs rubbing them gently before moving to the small of your back pulling your core and chest tight to him. 

Moving your lips now to his neck you kissed him hungrily. “Y/N….Y/N stop” 

Pushing away from him you looked at him confused “Why….?” 

“I really want you….REALLY want you but your so drunk!, it’s not right doing this now”

He saw the surprise and rejection in your eyes. Putting his hand in your hair he pressed your lips against his gently. 

“Baby I want to make love to you, So fucking much but not while your like this. But soon. I promise ok?”

You nodded giving him a small smile, He was a good guy and you appreciated that about him. 

“Guess i should go then…” You trailed off standing up from him and smoothing your dress back down. 

“Want me to walk you home babe?” 

Shaking your head “No it’s okay its only a block down i can manage” He stood walking you to the door he gave you one last kiss before wiping the slightly smeared lipstick from your face. Giggling you left. 

Walking slowly up the street enjoying the light breeze before sighing and heading into your house, Leaving the lights off you walked straight into your bedroom. 

That’s when you saw him. Lying on your bed, The same Jealous glare in his eyes. The previously full bottle of whiskey laying empty at his side.

“What the hell are you doing here Daryl?” You asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of your voice. 

“What are you doin with him?” he retorted standing up from the bed now. He walked slowly to you.

Stuttering “He’s my boyfriend… Why wouldn’t i be with him” 

“Ya fuckin mine! Not His!!Tell me Y/N Ya let him touch you?” 

“What fucking business it of yours, I told you to leave me alone!” You snapped. He was standing directly in front of your now so close you could feel the breath on your cheek. 

“You wanna be a whore, Walkin around with the likes of him, I’ll treat ya like a whore Y/N only had to ask….”

Leaning into you he pressed his mouth to your ear “Bet he can’t make yer feel as good as i can” 

You froze as you felt him now his hands pulling you to him kissing your neck feverishly. 

“Stop!” You cried putting your hands to his chest. “You don’t get to do this! Break my heart then think you can just what...Come in here and I’ll fall back into bed with you? Fuck you Dixon” Your voice full of venom. 

You heard the growl rise in his chest, “That’s the fuckin plan” He sneered down at you. 

Gripping your throat tightly he threw you onto the bed hands quick as lightning he pushed your skirt up revealing the lacy underwear you had put on for Spencer. Throwing his body onto yours he tried to kiss you. 

Panicked you bit his lip hard drawing blood “Get the fuck off me….What are you doing!! I’m with Spencer!” 

Wiping his lip he grinned at you “Still feisty Y/N Fuck Spencer. I’m gonna show ya what yer missin with him”

His voice now a low growl “You know you want this”

Putting his hand into your hair he gripped it tightly pulling your head back and keeping it in place while he attacked your neck again struggling against his body he kept you pinned.. 

“Daryl….Please...Please stop this!” You cried feeling the tears hit your eyes as his hand ripped your underwear from you. 

“Ya know ya want me Y/N Why else would you be wearin a dress like this, Or that lipstick i got ya. Stop fuckin fighting this, I need ya now, You need me too” His hand now undoing his own pants as his teeth bit harshly into your neck and chest. 

In one quick motion he was inside you. “See” he growled “So fuckin wet for me” At first you were ashamed of your body’s reaction to him, Then your mind started clouding feeling yourself get wetter and wetter. He pulled his teeth back now replacing it with warm wet kisses.

You couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from your throat as his huge member touched that delicious spot inside you making your chest arch to meet his. 

You felt him smirk against your neck. Feeling the fight leave your body being replaced by the pleasure he was giving you he released your hair and lightened the pressure he had on your arms. 

Instinctively you raised your arms to his neck tangling your fingers in his hair pulling his lips back to meet yours, Every part of your fight gone now. Just loving this feeling you had been denied for so long. 

He kissed you wildly, his tongue pushing into your mouth groaning into the kiss when your tongue danced with his. 

“Tell me how much ya love this cock Y/N” He growled lips moving back to your ear nibbling softly. 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sound of his voice feeling your body give in fully to him all thoughts of Spencer wiped fully from your head. 

“Tell me Y/N! Tell me how you love my cock more than Spencer’s” he demanded. At Spencer's name your eyes flashed back to his. 

“We didn’t….We never….Oh god Daryl!” You were so close. 

Tormentingly his hips stopped then. “What d’ya mean ya didn’t? Is he fuckin crazy...Look at you...Look at this fucking dress” His hands went back to the hem of your dress which was now lying haphazardly across your stomach. Lifting your torso slightly he pulled it free from you. 

“Oh god, Y/N I’ve missed this sexy fucking body” His head darting down to kiss your exposed breast, Groaning you felt him pull out of you his lips moving down your body. 

“Daryl please, I was so close!” You begged, Missing the incredible full feeling you had moments ago. 

Grinning up at you he ducked his head again running his tongue down and around your navel.  

“Stand up” He ordered. It took a moment for your legs to respond, Standing with him knelt in front of you, He kissed both of your hips before kissing you harshly on your aching bud. 

Licking from bottom to top a few times before starting to suckle softly at first then with growing intensity as his fingers found your heat, Once he had buried his fingers into you, You felt your knees growing weak again. Tangling your fingers into his hair and desperately pulling his incredible mouth closer as it swirled around whilst rocking against his fingers. His fingers curling inside you hitting your g-spot perfectly. 

Just as you were feeling that blissful heat about to explode he pulled his mouth away, Fighting with him slightly you tried to pull him back, Grinning up at you he tutted “Not yet Y/N.” Removing his fingers from you he stood pulling you with him and pushing you up against the back wall. 

Kissing you deeply and lightly brushing his fingers up and down your sides. You were panting heavily feeling the frustratingly close high fade away. Once your breath was back under control he knelt in front of you again.

“Trust me” His voice a dark gravel breath as he moved his body between your legs lifting one foot from the floor and putting it over his shoulder. 

He gave you a swift wink before grabbing the other leg and putting that over his other shoulder. His hands on your hips to steady you he stood with you on his shoulders, Bracing yourself hands on the ceiling you let out a surprised yelp. 

His teeth meeting the inside of your thigh. “Oh yes, Daryl!” you groaned. He turned his face nipping your other thigh before hungrily staring down his main target. 

His tongue darted out of his mouth resuming its earlier attack on your aching clit, “Ahh please Daryl!” You begged as you felt your self building straight back up instantly.

Your walls were clenching tighter and tighter desperate for this knot to be unwound. Arching your chest, your head hitting against the wall a squealing moan escaping your chest as he nibbled softly on you. 

Your breaths getting deeper as you got close again. And just like the other two times he pulled his mouth away. Manoeuvring you off his shoulders into his strong arms before dropping you back to the ground. 

Your pleasure quickly turning into a frustrated rage. “What the fuck Daryl!” You swiped your arm at him trying to hit him in the chest, Catching your arms lazily he smirked at you not saying anything. 

You could feel the tears of humiliation springing back to his eyes, turning away from him you wrapped your arms around your naked body. He had to be messing with you, This was cruel and if you were honest kind of painful. 

“Get the fuck out” you yelled towards the wall not wanting him to see just how frustrated you were. 

As his arms reached out for you, You felt the shift in his mood. At first you tried to shrug him away but he persisted pulling you into his chest. Leading you back to the bed he lay down next to you. 

Still not saying a word he kissed you again sweetly this time. Letting you open back up to him as he slowly crawled back over to you, Nudging your knees open his mouth still on yours as he entered you again. 

You looked at him nervously as he moved slowly not wanting to ignite that heat again, Worried he was going to take it from you again. 

Hearing the deep moans coming from his throat as he kissed you, You allowed yourself to just enjoy the moment. He felt so good. 

Every thrust was slow and deep, Filling you so completely like no one else ever could. He knew just how much you loved the slow torture. Moaning back for him you could feel your walls clenching down again. 

Separating your lips you tried to control your high and calm your body down. Daryl watched as you squirmed, your chest heaving with your deep breaths. 

Bringing his nose to your hair nuzzling it slightly before whispering “Cum for me Y/N” His eyes meeting yours, You prayed he was being sincere as you couldn’t hold it back much longer. 

His hand coming up to your chest tweaking your erect nipples as he started to move faster in you. 

“Oh fuck! Daryl” You whined, Your entire body feeling on fire as your every nerve responded to his words and actions. You felt a different type of pressure build in your groin, It was the sweetest pain you had ever felt. 

Your body started to violently shake as it felt like lightning was ripping through your heat. 

That’s when you felt it, It was like you had been paralysed as Daryl pulls out quickly replacing his throbbing cock with his fingers again. 

Curling them back up to your g-spot his other hand palming your clit. 

“OH FUCKKKKKK” you screamed as the first wave exploded through you. You could feel the waves of wetness exploding from you. Staring at Daryl incredulously he looked just as surprised as you did at your squirt. 

You didn’t know what the fuck was happening to you all you knew was that it was the most incredible feeling you had ever had. 

It seemed never ending as arc after arc of juices spilled out of you hitting his chest, His groin and soaking the bed. Pushing his desperate cock feverishly back into you, He hit into you harder than before. 

Your juices were still leaking around him as he cried out. “Holy Fuck Y/N! I love ya,Yer fucking incredible!” 

Your orgasm still ripping through you “Ah fuck Daryl!!!” You screamed as you felt it hit its highest point before your body started to slowly climb down. 

“Ahhhh Y/N. Fuck” He cried out again as you felt him explode deep into you, You didn’t have the cognitive ability to comprehend what he had just said as you were clinging to  his neck like you had just survived a tidal wave. 

Not sure how long you had both stayed that way you felt as the sheets under you turned freezing cold from your juices. 

Daryl moved off from you then pausing to kiss your forehead. Collapsing at the side of you it took him a few more minutes of deep breaths to compose himself. Both just lying there in stunned silence. 

“That was…” He mumbled. “Incredible” you finished still seeing stars. 

Turning to place a loving kiss on your lips. Your brain finally starting to work again. 

“Wait….Daryl did you say…?” He pulled an arm over his face, his cheeks glowing red. 

“Yah and what if i do?” He asked you slightly angrily. 

“You don’t Daryl, If you did you wouldn’t have left like you did” You could feel the pain returning to your chest, All those months pining after him not able to eat or sleep with his absence. 

“I do Y/N I just didn’ deserve ya, Didn’ want ya to fall for someone like me when you could have someone better for ya, Someone like Him” His arm still draped across his face not looking at you. 

This was the most you had ever heard him talk about his feelings, Lifting yourself just enough off the bed to move upwards to his eye level you moved his arm away from his face making him look at you. 

“I don’t want someone like him, You’re the best there is. I wanted you, And you broke me” 

He looked at you guiltily “It damn near broke me too Y/N” He whispered. 

The silence was awkward now, Giving you a small smile “We should uh get cleaned up, Didn’ know ya could do that....” he joked motioning at the juices still covering his chest. He got up and you tried to follow your legs instantly, going weak before you hit the floor. He caught you with a chuckle.

Pulling you in his arms he kissed you passionately moaning into his kiss you pulled back “I didn’t know i could do that either, Can we do it again?” You asked innocently, your eyes still closed. 

He sighed heavily “I want to do that every fucking...Day” He growled you felt his member stir between you. 

Carrying you to the shower and turning it on he set you down on your feet before taking you again and again. When you finally both came up for air you washed each other off and went back to the bedroom changing the sheets quickly and sinking into a happy blissful sleep with his arms wrapped around you tightly. 

Waking up the next morning you were surprised to find the bed cold when you reached out next to you. Grumbling you opened your eyes searching for him, Eyes locking on him as he was pacing by the end of the bed fully dressed. 

“Morning sugar” You grinned seeing him still with you,

“Good mornin Beautiful” He whispered. You let yourself bask in the happy morning glow. 

“Y/N…..Y/N ‘M so fuckin sorry. ‘M gonna go just waited till ya wer awake, Needed ya to know how sorry i am” His voice full of emotion, He had glanced over to you occasionally not meeting your eyes. 

You looked at him quizzically “Why are you sorry?” 

Coming and kneeling at the side of the bed, He grasped your hand desperately in both of his. 

“Ya know why Y/N I…..uh…..I” Stammering his words, his chest rising heavily, his grip on your hand starting to feel painful. 

“I fucking forced ya!” You heard the emotion run over now as the sobs racked his body. 

Not sure how to respond to this, You had to admit it sure started out that way but if you were being completely honest you had loved how rough he was with you, How much he needed you. The jealousy that overtook his whiskey addled brain. 

He stood ripping his hands off you which brought you back to reality. 

“I’ll go, I’ll leave ya don’ have ta see me again Y/N ‘m so sorry” 

“Noo!!” You half screamed throwing yourself up from the bed and towards him completely forgetting about your state of undress.

Your hands gripping at his vest desperately, “No please! Daryl Please!! Don’t leave me i won’t survive it again, You can’t leave me” You were begging now trying to get his eyes to meet yours. 

He finally gave in seeing the pain on your face. You shivered slightly and he immediately wrapped you in his arms holding you to his chest, His heart pounding in time with yours. 

“But i...i….i hurt ya Y/N, I fuckin hurt ya.”

“No you didn’t Daryl. Look at me i’m fine! I’m ok! Please don’t leave! I just got you back” 

“I am lookin at ya!” He growled. Pulling you towards the bathroom he pushed you in front of the mirror. “Look!!” He half yelled. 

Letting a sharp gasp escape as you looked at your appearance. You were covered in bruises. There were clear finger marks on your neck, Marks from his teeth there too.

Looking down the bruises trailed across your hips with a few on your thighs. 

After assessing them for a moment and determining that none of them actually hurt, The longer you looked the more you remembered about how those bruises got there. Biting your lip you turned to look at him. 

Wrapping your hands around his waist, “Daryl really i’m ok! I bruise super easy, they look worse than they are, I promise. You didn’t hurt me.” Your voice dropping to a whisper “I want a repeat of last night, It was incredible” Feeling your cheeks flush you saw him looking at you incredulously. 

Pulling away from him slowly you walked backwards towards the bed keeping your eyes on him, You could see the internal struggle as he internally fought with himself. 

“C’mere baby i need you” You purred. Grinning as you saw the better side of him win, He rushed over covering your body with his kissing you feverishly, Lying you much more gently on the bed this time. Moaning into his mouth when your tongues met. 

This man was a 100 different types of perfection, His clothes hitting the floor desperate to feel your skin on his again. 

“For fuck sake!!!!” you whimpered as someone started knocking on the door. Panic in your chest as you tried to remember if you locked the door. Daryl stood quickly pulling his jeans back on swiftly.

“Y/N? Y/N you okay love?” He called through your locked front door.

Sitting up quickly and pulling the blanket around your chest hiding your body from his view. 

You hand covering your mouth it was Spencer, God he couldn’t find you like this. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you realised the depth of your betrayal. 

“Oh god, What am I going to tell him, He’s such a good guy and I did this. I’m scum!” 

Daryl scoffed “He ain’t a good guy Y/N and yer aint scum, Yer worth ‘undred of him!” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Exactly what i said, He aint a good guy. Yer don’t wanna hear it Y/N”

Pulling the blanket tighter around your body

“Don’t tell me what i want to hear, Tell me now!” 

Daryl looked completely away from you running his hand through his hair, his other hand balling into a fist. 

“He had a bet Y/N, Him and that asshole brother of his, On how long it would take him to bed ya, Said he were gonna let his brother have ya when he was done. Ta up the stakes he bet he could make ya fall in love with him first…” He trailed off his anger palpable. 

The shock evident on your face, You had trusted him, Thought he had really cared but you were just a bet to him? Fuck this! 

Daryl was hot on your heels as you ran full speed down the stairs and to the door. Ripping it open Spencer had just hit the bottom step as you appeared. 

“Hey baby…” Looking from your face to the blanket wrapped around your naked body. He took the steps back two at a time. “Mmm should i join you” He winked. Stopping just before the door he took in your appearance. 

The amusement dropped from his face as he saw the bruises “Babe what the hell happened? Are you ok?” 

Letting the fury show on your face you pushed the door open wider revealing the shirtless Daryl behind you “Yeah im great! Sorry you're too late asshole, Guess you lost the bet huh?” You spat with as much venom as you could. 

Daryl took a protective step towards you now as Spencer got closer. 

“What the fuck Y/N what the fuck is he doing here? Did he do that?” 

Raising your voice so the crowd gathering on the street could hear. “Don’t fucking start Spencer! I know all about your little bet!! You were going to trick me into falling for you, Fuck you and then hand me off to your brother? Who the fuck do you think you are? You and your brother can go fuck each other.” 

Humiliated Spencer snapped his false demeanour vanishing “So you let the dirty old Redneck fuck you eh? You really will fuck anyone won’t you!” Glancing between you and Daryl. Daryl moving forward and wrapping an arm around you ready to move you out of the way if this got any worse.

“You can keep the bitch, She’ll have fucked half the town soon enough Buddy. Just what Alexandria needed a whore who will drop her pants for anyone if they give her a drink, Tried to fuck me last night too had to pry the dirty bitch off” he spat. 

You couldn’t have held him back if you had wanted to, Daryl had flung himself at Spencer knocking him down the steps onto the street and straight on his ass. Straddling his hips he rained blow after blow, blood pouring from Spencer's face a mess of blood when Rick and Abe finally managed to pull him off.

Yelling at Spencer who was starting to get up timidly looking like he was about to hide behind his mother. 

“I ever hear ya talk about Y/N that way again i’ll fuckin kill ya! Ya fuckin hear me!!! Yer or yer fuckin dumbass brother so much as look at my woman again they’ll be no savin ya!” 

Pulling himself out of Rick’s and Abe’s grasp for a moment he threw a hard kick in the direction of Spencer's head. 

“Daryl Stop!! He’s not worth it!” Your voice shaking as you tried to get Daryl’s attention, placing your hand gently on his cheek he stopped fighting. 

“I ain’t lettin him talk to ya like that Y/N!” He almost whined trying to excuse himself. 

“I know baby, But it’s ok he aint worth it! You taught him his lesson, I love you, I’m yours! Let’s go back inside!” Very aware now of all the eyes on you both, You still in just a blanket and Daryl only in his Jeans. 

Daryl’s eyes softened pulling away from Abe and Rick again he pulled you to him.

“I love ya Y/N Ya are mine and now all these pricks know it” He half chuckled. 

“C’mon, I’d like to get back to our earlier activities before this prick interrupted” Giggling as his eyes grew dark. Throwing a dirty look at Spencer you let Daryl throw you over his shoulder, His arms clamped around the blanket to cover your body.

He ran with you back up the stairs. You heard as Abe guffawed letting out a wolf whistle as Daryl slammed the door behind you both, Moving to the curtains he slammed them shut. 

As he turned back to you, You dropped the towel swaying your hips as you walked over to him. 

“Show me how your’s i am Daryl” You purred forgetting all about the incident just moments ago. 

Your bodies collided, He showed you every spare moment he had just how much you belonged to each other, You couldn’t have even dreamt of how happy you were together. Spencer never hassled you again not even looking in your direction after that day, Much to Daryl’s amusement. 

His group had accepted you as family instantly. Never once questioning your love just embracing it.

Even though the situation that brought you both back together hadn’t been ideal you couldn’t help the grin on your face every time he drank whiskey. 

Thank god for Whiskey and Daryl fucking Dixon. 

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prom?

pairing: [high school au] karl jacobs x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: you and karl both have no prom date.

[y/bf/n] - your best friends names

note: lucas is a very random name i picked

also, i got this off a pinterest idea, so if anyone sees a fic similar to this one, that’s probably why :)

“literally, how many times do i have to say it?” you slammed your locker shut, leaning your head against it with your chemistry textbook brought up to your chest, as if you were hugging it “i don’t care, i never cared in the first place,”

“if you don’t care then why are getting so defensive?” [y/bf/n] asked you

“i’m not getting defensive!” you exclaimed in a high pitched voice, offended. [y/bf/n] rolled their eyes at you.

“look,” you said “prom is to have a good time, i don’t necessarily need a date to do that, i can just go with you,” you explained. in your head, you had nothing to worry about, as long as you had your friends, one of the biggest events of the school year was going to be fine.

“i’m not going to prom,” they reminded you. you looked at them confusedly “i’ve already booked tickets for the 16th? my holiday? i told you a week ago?”

“huh?” you questioned, having no memory of that conversation.

“and yesterday?”

you slapped your forehead, vaguely remembering what they told you yesterday during lunch. “fuck!” you groaned. “then i really need to get a prom date, or atleast someone to just go with me. otherwise, i’ll look like a loser,”

“is there really nobody else you can ask?”

“i mean, i tried asking lucas, but he’s already going with someone,” you said defeatedly, scratching the back of your neck. he was your last option.

your conversation was cut short when you heard the bell ring, both your heads turned to see a hoard of students on the way to their next class. it was about time you also head to class, before the teacher ripped your head off for being late again

“well, good luck!” [y/bf/n] booped your nose before walking off, getting lost in the crowd of students.

you sighed, you’d just have to find someone else.

-

chemistry felt like it dragged on for longer than usual. you were absolutely exhausted, so you sat down on one of the chairs placed outside the classroom and unzipped your bag to take out your water bottle.

after taking a sip of water, you just sat there, allowing yourself to just enjoy a well needed break. your eyes travelled to a group of girls, who you recognised from your maths class. they were standing by the school noticeboard, giggling and laughing for whatever reason.

you couldn’t of really cared less of what they could’ve been talking about, but what really intrigued you was when a familiar boy started to approach them.

it was that boy, karl, the head of the debate team. he was the shy, awkward type, while the girl he was approaching was definitely not. you knew that he liked her, he would bring her up sometimes, just randomly during debates, but you didn’t actually think he thought he had a chance with her

you watched him carefully as he walked up to her, a single red rose in hand. you didn’t want to seem nosy, but you scooted a little closer so you could try and hear the conversation.

karl cleared his throat, catching the attention of the girl. she turned around.

unfortunately, you couldn’t hear much of the conversation. but by the way his shoulders dropped after she started speaking, and how he kept curling and uncurling the rose in his hand had said it all.

“you’re a great guy, kane, just not for me,” you heard her finishing the sentence. with a sassy, disrespectful nudge, her and her little clique walked away, laughing.

she didn’t even get his fucking name right, you thought

your heart dropped for karl. you watched him look down sadly at the rose in his hand, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. you and him had a very sweet friendship, and you knew he was one of the nicest guys out there, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have the teeniest tiniest crush on him. but it was never something you thought about.

nonetheless, he didn’t deserve this.

you grabbed your bag and swung it over your shoulder, running after rejected boy.

“hey, karl!” you called for him, trying to catch up to him.

karl turned around, meeting your eyes and smiling, though you could tell it was a fake one. “oh- hey [y/n]” he greeted you.

“i’m sorry about, you know, what happened over there,” you told him, referencing the situation.

he looked down at the floor, feeling embarrassed. “you saw that, huh?” he fiddled with the rose that was still in his hand, you glanced down at it too.

“yeah. you’re too good for her anyways, i wouldn’t worry about it,” you tried to reassure him in the friendliest way possible.

karl tried to make it look like he appreciated your comment, but this damn girl had really blown his self esteem in 2 minutes. “i guess it’s going to be like homecoming all over again. i don’t blame them,”

you felt your heart snap in two just by his tone.

“do you mind if i have that? you asked him, pointing at the lonely rose

he sighed, not even questioning why. “i guess, i mean- i don’t have much use for it anymore,” he said, handing it to you. you felt a little guilty.

“thanks,” you took it from him, inspecting it in your hand. “now, turn around and close your eyes,” you instructed him.

he looked at you weirdly. “what?” a breathy laugh leaving his mouth, “...why?”

“just do it,”

he was hesitant. but he trusted you enough to turn his back to you and shut his eyes. you held the rose up to your chest, taking in a deep breath. “now turn around,”

karl turned around, his eyes still shut.

“now open your eyes,”

his eyes opened. and was met with you smiling widely at him, and the rose held out in front of you.

“karl jacobs, will you go to prom with me?”

karl looked at you, then back at the rose, then back at you again. he was trying to read your eyes. were you joking with him, trying to humiliate him again?

no traces of ingenuity were found.

“really?” he asked. you felt yourself fill with happiness after hearing the joy in his tone.

“i’m being serious,” you assured. “will you go to prom with me?”

he didn’t respond, just glared at you. maybe this wasn’t a good idea, you started regretting it

“karl, are you-“

“yes!” he answered enthusiastically, a small giggle coming from him. he threw his arms around you and hugged you tightly. “thank you,” he muttered. you hugged back and rubbed his back, a smile spread across your own face. now you both had dates.

“make sure you text me, okay?” you told him, pulling away from the hug, clutching your backpack.

“i will!”

you offered him another gentle smile, which he returned, before continuing to make your way. you felt yourself bounce in your step, feeling relieved but also butterflies. this could maybe change everything.

unknown to you, karl was also walking away, bouncing with delight, with a wide grin on his face. he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, then realising one thing:

“hey [y/n]!” you heard his voice again throughout the hallways, calling you.

“i don’t have your number!”

———

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[helloalycia]

girl next door [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: the time has come where you realise your boyfriend just isn’t worth it, and your neighbour may or may not be an Avenger

warning/s: none i don’t think??

author’s note: part 3 is here! I kinda got carried away and wrote two more parts so my bad, but i hope you like it!

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I couldn't be bothered with today. I just wasn't in the mood to go to work, so of course, I procrastinated as much as I could in the morning until it was finally time for me to get out of bed without being late.

Teddy had fallen asleep here last night after we watched a film, but he left earlier for work, so it was just me. I knew I had to break it off with him, it was time. But I didn't know how to tell him without hurting him. So, I was cowardly in that sense, which was only worse because I was leading him on. I'll find a way to say something soon, I promised myself as I took my clothes off and wrapped a towel around myself.

When I headed to the bathroom, I immediately slipped on the wet floor that only one person could have left behind. But, unlike the many times I had done so, I wasn't able to catch myself and instead fell on my leg, hearing a deadly crack noise, forcing a scream from my lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I got out through gritted teeth, tears slipping from my eyes. The pain was unbearable and as I looked to my leg, I knew something was wrong because it instantly began to swell up and change colour.

Taking deep breaths to get through the pain, I tried not to imagine the several ways I was going to skin Teddy alive. He was so ignorant! How many times did I have to explain to him how dangerous it was to leave the floor wet?!

"It's okay, Y/N, you're okay," I told myself, before stretching and grabbing my phone from the side.

A striking pain shot up my leg and I suddenly felt nauseous, unable to deal with it. Swallowing hard, I called Teddy to give him a piece of my mind but also ask for his help since I couldn't move. Unfortunately for me, it went to fucking voicemail making me scream with frustration. I clenched my jaw as I tried to stand up myself, but more tears rolled down my cheeks as I accepted I was stuck.

The next person who came to mind was Wanda. If I was lucky and she wasn't at work, she'd be able to help me up and get me to a hospital.

I called her next and thankfully, unlike the arsehole that was my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend, she answered.

"Hey, Y/N!"

I breathed out as calmly as I could. "Hi, Wanda. I, er, I need your help."

"Everything okay?" she asked with concern.

I nodded, though I felt really sick as I tried to avoid looking at my leg. "Yeah, well– no. This is really embarrassing, but I slipped on the bathroom floor and I think my leg is broken. Please can you come 'round and help me up?"

"Shit, Y/N, of course!" she exclaimed.

"Thanks," I got out breathily. "Spare key is taped under the plant pot outside my door."

"Just hold on," she insisted, before hanging up.

I dropped my phone to the side and glanced down at myself, definitely embarrassed that I was sat here in my underwear and bra, but also glad that I wasn't completely naked.

As promised, Wanda came as soon as possible and I heard her approaching the bathroom before she squeaked and covered her eyes.

"S-sorry!" she said, flustered. "I didn't mean to look. I just–"

"Wanda, you need to see if you're to help me up," I said as nicely as I could without snapping from the pent up anger reserved for Teddy.

She removed her hand, though her eyes wouldn't meet mine. "Right, yeah, duh. Okay, er..."

Successfully, she managed to lift me up and let me use her for support as we limped to my bed and I took a seat.

"Can you pass me my–"

"Clothes, right," she caught on, still not meeting my eyes, before moving around the room to grab a shirt and shorts.

I put my shirt on with ease, but she had to help me with my shorts as I tried my very hardest not to cry from the pain. My leg, or rather my knee, was turning a yellow-purple colour pretty quickly, making me flinch.

"How did this happen?" she asked with worry, gaze falling to my leg.

I clenched my jaw. "My stupid fucking boyfriend. I've told him so many fucking times to mop the damn floor! And he always says okay, but he never does! Oh, boy, when I get my hands on him, he's gonna wish he'd never been born!"

"Y/N–"

"And can you believe he has the audacity to have his damn phone switched off?! I could be dying and he wouldn't even know! That selfish, ignorant son of a–"

"Y/N!" she called, snapping me out of my rant. "Hospital."

"Right, hospital," I agreed. "No ambulances because they're way too expensive. Maybe you can get me down to a taxi and I'll take it from there?"

She raised her eyebrows with disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

I mirrored her expression. "Er, no? Ambulances are like $700, and even with my insurance that's like $400. Taxis are, what, twenty bucks?"

She wasn't convinced as she crossed her arms and stared at me with uncertainty. I sighed and tried to stand up, but I pulled a face at the pain. She was quick to help me stand, giving me support on my right side.

"This is gonna take a while," I mumbled, biting back annoyance.

"Don't hate me," she said suddenly.

I looked to her, furrowing my brows. "What are you talking about?"

She avoided my gaze and instead swept me off my feet quite literally, taking me by surprise. I wrapped my arms around her neck on instinct, eyes widening as she held me close, bridal-style.

"Wanda, you can't just carry me like this," I said, though I was surprised at how strong she was.

She ignored me and walked out the bedroom before stopping at the fire escape. I gripped her tightly, wondering what the heck was going on. There was a hint of red in her eyes, startling me, before I noticed the two of us rising into the air. Levitation, to be exact.

"Woah!" I shouted, holding her as tightly as I could. "What the hell?! How–?! What–?!"

As she flew us away from our building, there was a red hue floating all around us, like an energy I'd never seen before. Except it seemed familiar... and that's when I put it together.

"You're that Avenger!" I blurted out. "The witch, the one with all the magical powers! You're– you're– Oh my God."

She frowned, eyes darting to mine apologetically. "I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

I swallowed hard, fearfully glancing over her shoulder at the clouds interwoven with the tall buildings of New York. Never in a million years did I think I'd be flying amongst them, with an Avenger nonetheless. She'd fought at the battle of New York, I remembered seeing her on the TV. She was dubbed an official Avenger not long after, but then coverage of her went quiet... because she'd moved away. It made so much sense now!

"I knew I recognised you," I said with disbelief, studying her face closely as I now knew who she was.

Her eyes still had a red hue surrounding her irises, matching the energy surrounding us as she flew us to, presumably, the hospital.

"I didn't intend to hide it," she explained guiltily. "I thought you'd figure it out. But then you didn't and it... it just never felt right to bring it up."

I thought back to the random hours she worked, the spontaneity of being called in for her shifts, her whole backstory for crying out loud... how stupid could I be?

"This... this is a conversation we should have," I said, nodding slowly, "but maybe not right now."

"Right, yeah." She nodded in agreement, jaw tensed as she stared ahead. "Just hang on."

–

After getting an x-ray at the hospital, the doctor told me I'd need to go into surgery so they could realign my knee – it wasn't anything concerning, but I wasn't exactly over the moon about it.

I returned to the hospital room to find Wanda had been waiting for me. I'd say I was surprised, but I was more grateful that she stayed. We hadn't had a moment to speak about her whole Avenger situation, and she was oddly quiet about the whole thing, so I decided to ease it into conversation whilst waiting for the doctors to return to prep me for surgery.

"You know, you didn't have to stay," I said to her, watching as she distracted herself with the stuff on the bedside table. "It's only a broken leg."

She stopped whatever she was doing and gave me a knowing look. "It's not only a broken leg. And I just thought you might like the company. Who else is going to make sure you're okay?"

I offered her a small smile. "Thank you. But the surgery is gonna take a while. I'll head home after and catch up with you then."

She seemed against the idea, but said nothing, before resuming whatever she was messing around with. The tissue box, I think.

"So... magic, huh?"

She swallowed visibly. "It's, er, not magic... at least, not exactly."

I hummed in acknowledgement, still adjusting to the fact that she had actual powers. It was amazing and unusual all at once.

"It's okay that you didn't tell me you know," I said gently, making her glance at me. "You apologised earlier. Back when we were–" I breathed out, still in mild disbelief, "–well, flying. You didn't need to. You don't have to be sorry about anything, Wanda."

She frowned. "But I lied to you."

Her Sokovian accent was more noticeable when she was upset, I noted. I wondered if she realised.

"You didn't lie, per say... more like bent the truth," I tried to make her feel better, stifling a laugh. "Either way, it's alright. Well, for me anyway. I don't know if you wanted to tell me or–"

"I did," she cut in with nod, eyes focused on me. "I wanted to."

I hoped she couldn't hear the way my heart rate picked up a little. "Okay, then I don't see a problem. You're still the same Wanda, just with a little something extra, right?"

Her shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at her lips. "Right."

I mirrored her expression, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, before tearing away when I heard the doctor enter the room. After prepping me for surgery, I headed off into the operating room and made sure Wanda knew she didn't have to be there when I came back.

They put me under, so I wasn't awake until several hours later when I woke up to horribly bright, fluorescent hospital lighting and the accompanying nasty disinfectant smell filling the room. The first thing I noticed was the giant cast on my leg, followed by the sleeping brunette in the corner of the room that was Wanda. I would have questioned why she was there as my first thought, but I couldn't help but take notice of the lovely room I was in – for starters, it wasn't shared with other patients like I expected.

"Wanda," I called, my voice rough-sounding, but she didn't stir in the slightest.

I chewed on my lip as I found the remote that controlled my bed, using it so I could sit up. I was able to grab the water on my bedside table and take a few sips before calling for her again, sounding a lot better. To my relief, she began to wake up, eyes blinking open and looking around with confusion before realisation crossed her face and she settled on me.

"You're up!" she exclaimed, before a yawn escaped her lips.

"And you're here," I returned, hinting my confusion.

"I told you I was staying," she reminded me, before standing up and approaching my bedside. "Had to make sure you were okay. And obviously to help you home. By taxi, not flying, don't worry."

I smiled at her caring nature, expression softening at how cute she was.

"Also, before you ask," she added, "your hospital bills are taken care of. Hence the room."

I lost my smile, eyebrows raising. "Come again?"

She sat at the edge of my bed, getting comfortable as she looked out the window opposite us. "I didn't want you worrying about it, especially when none of this was your fault, so I called in a favour at the Avenger's compound. Tony owed me."

I almost forgot how to breathe as my eyes widened. "Tony Stark? The Tony Stark? He's paying for my hospital bills?"

She looked to me, a hint of panic in her eyes. "I hope that's okay. I mean, I knew you would say no, but I feel like I should've done something. You've done so much for me and it was only fair."

"I can't believe..." I trailed off, losing track of what I was going to say, still shocked. It made sense with her being an Avenger, but it was still hard to believe.

"You still with me?" she joked, her hand resting on mine.

I cleared my throat, ignoring the warmth from her skin touching mine. "Yeah, sorry. I just– wow. Still digesting is all."

"Don't worry too much about it," she said gently.

I nodded weakly, swallowing hard and avoiding her gaze.

"I should go get the doctor and let her know you're awake," she said, letting go of my hand. "You okay on your own for a minute?"

"Yeah, of course. Thanks."

After a chat with the doctor and an explanation of how everything would play out from here, I was getting ready to leave for home. I got changed out of the annoying hospital gown in the bathroom attached to my hospital room (another perk of Tony Stark paying for my bills – no shared toilet) and was in the middle of adjusting to my crutches in my room when there was a knock on the door.

Wanda and I paused as we looked up, and I was about to say for whoever it was to come in, but the person came in quickly and without waiting. To my bitterness, it was Teddy of all people.

"Oh my god, Y/N, there you are!" he exclaimed upon seeing me. "I got your message, both of them. I was so worried!"

In addition to the message I'd left him when breaking my leg, I also left him another before the surgery to see if he actually cared enough to check in. Clearly not.

I gripped my crutches to get out my frustration. "It took you long enough. I went into surgery five hours ago."

He scratched his head awkwardly. "I was at work."

I rolled my eyes, promising myself I wouldn't snap, but the annoyance of everything happening was building up and I couldn't help but blurt out, "I told you to mop up when you freakin' showered, Teddy!"

"I did!"

"No, you didn't!" I shouted, raising my voice. "If you did, I wouldn't be in this fucking cast!"'

He winced. "Are you, er, sure that it was the water that you slipped on?"

I clenched my jaw, knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping my crutches. I didn't care that I was temporarily crippled, all I could see was red.

"Am I sure?" I repeated his question, tone laced with anger. "Am I sure?!"

I attempted to lunge forward, but Wanda seemed to know what I was thinking before I did it, holding me back suddenly.

"Y/N, just leave it," she mumbled, eyes meeting mine.

Something about the way she looked at me made my anger temporarily melt away, and I almost forgot why I was mad, until...

"Who are you?" Teddy asked with confusion.

Wanda and I looked to him, figuring he was just being his usual rude self, but he genuinely had no idea who she was as he studied her curiously.

She blinked with disbelief. "Wanda....?"

He waved his hand, motioning for her to say more.

Wanda raised a brow with offence. "Y/N's neighbour...?"

He pursed his lips, eyes squinted with thought.

Wanda almost scoffed. "Really? You got nothing?"

He chewed on his lip, genuinely stumped, and I couldn't help but groan with frustration, earning his attention.

"Of course you don't know who she is!" I glared at him. "You don't listen to a word I say! Not about this, not about mopping the floor–!"

"Y/N, just calm down!" he cut me off, only adding fuel to the fire.

"No," I said sternly, before nodding to the door behind him. "You can leave. You have no need to be here since we're not together anymore."

He raised his eyebrows with shock. "Seriously? You're breaking up with me? For what?"

I breathed out through my nose, genuinely stunned at how I managed to stay with him this long without either losing my mind or killing him. I could swear he wasn't this stupid when I met him.

His eyes fell to Wanda with distaste. "Is it because of her?"

"Did you actually manage to get stupider since this morning?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Because I totally accepted when you said you were bisexual," he continued, "but I didn't think you'd actually leave me for a woman."

I pressed my lips together, looking to my shoes as I tried to talk myself out of not killing him there and then. The fact that he was blaming the breakup on anyone but himself was disappointing but not surprising.

"Can you leave now?" I finally spoke, looking up to him with expressionless eyes.

His smile of disbelief turned into a scoff as he headed for the door. "Whatever. Your roast lamb is shit anyway."

I scrunched my face together with annoyance, unable to stop myself from yelling, "No it isn't!" as he walked out the door.

Unexpectedly, I saw the familiar red wisps of energy by the door before it suddenly slammed shut, smacking Teddy in the butt and propelling him forward with a start. He turned around to look through the glass, expecting to blame someone, but Wanda and I were nowhere near the door, so he glared our way before storming off.

"Sorry," Wanda said, referring to the door, lowering her hand and red eyes returning to normal. "He's just a real dickhead."

I tried not to laugh as I nodded in agreement, already feeling better. "You're not wrong there..." I sighed, losing my smile as I gave her an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry for everything he said. Again."

Wanda rolled her eyes dismissively, shrugging her shoulders. "You should really stop apologising on his behalf. Especially since he's not your boyfriend anymore."

I relaxed my shoulders, leaning against the bed and looking to the floor. "Yeah, you're right... I just can't believe I put up with him this long."

Wanda didn't respond, but I heard her make a weird noise before she fake-coughed terribly, making me look up. Trying ever-so-hard to suppress a smile, she shook her head apologetically when she realised I noticed.

"Sorry, I– it's not funny," she attempted.

I smiled with amusement. "What?"

She licked her lips, before giving into her smile. "I just– I can't believe it either sometimes."

I breathed out with defeat, my smile turning into laughter alongside her. Eventually, she continued to help me with my crutches before I got the hang of it and the two of us began to leave the hospital. On the way out though, a random thought dawned on me and I stopped walking suddenly.

"What is it?" she asked worriedly.

I looked to her with curiosity. "That guy who stopped by your place a while ago. Your friend. Are you telling me that was–"

"Captain America?" she filled in with an amused smile. "Yeah."

"Woah." I was amazed, eyebrows raised as I let that sink in. I spoke to the Captain America and even implied he was a stalker. Woah.

"Come on, idiot," she laughed before leading me out the hospital, finally.

–

Breaking up with Teddy was long overdue, and whereas I thought I would feel bad for doing so, it was quite the opposite. I felt better, freer, unrestrained by the stupidity that was my ex. It was a few days after leaving the hospital when I found myself sitting on the couch with Wanda. She'd been helping me during my recovery, even though I insisted I was fine alone. She, of course, didn't listen though, and I was secretly glad because it meant I could spend more time with her.

"What about that fork? Can you move that?"

Wanda gave me a knowing look from the other end of the couch, amusement knitted in her smile. "Yes, Y/N."

To prove her point, her eyes glowed red and she flicked her hand, raising the fork on the dining table up in the air before setting it down.

I was amazed. "What about that cushion?"

She stifled a laugh before levitating the cushion between us and setting it down.

"And that book?"

"I have other powers, too, y'know," she pointed out, but levitated the book nonetheless.

I grinned. "Yeah, like flying."

She nodded in agreement. "Yeah, like that..."

And this.

"Woah!" I said with a start, eyebrows raised with surprise. "Did you just– what?!"

She laughed, the sound sending a swirl of butterflies in my stomach. Her eyes sparkled as she met my gaze, amused by my amazement.

"You can speak in my mind?" I asked in bewilderment.

"I can read minds, too," she continued.

"Wow." I breathed out, still not used to her having powers. Suddenly a thought came to mind and I glanced at her. "Have you, er, read my mind?"

"Never," she assured me, before adding with a head tilt, "at least not on purpose. Sometimes, if somebody's thoughts are too loud, I can't help but hear it."

I felt my face heating up as I avoided her eyes. "But my thoughts are quiet... right?"

Every potentially-embarrassing thought I'd ever had, including those I'd had of Wanda, came to mind and I suddenly grew nervous to her answer.

"Er, well, I mean..."

I looked to her when I heard her forming an answer, but the look on her face told me she had heard my thoughts at times and I ran a hand down my face with embarrassment.

"I promise it's never anything embarrassing or anything," she tried to make me feel better.

I groaned quietly, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Hey, I promise," she said with reassurance, before I felt her rest a hand on mine and squeeze it gently.

"What was the last thing you heard?" I asked, trying to veil my curiosity with a shrug.

I felt her gaze on me and looked her way to see green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mostly you cursing at your ex."

Cracking a smile, I nodded. "Okay, maybe that's fine then..."

Her laughter surrounded us again and she let go of my hand before pulling her legs up on the couch to get comfortable and face me. She watched me with an endearing smile, making me unusually nervous.

"So, what other things can you do with your powers?" I asked, partially curious and partially trying to distract from my nerves.

She studied her right hand, red energy wisps at the tip of her fingers. "I can... I can throw energy balls," she remembered, looking to me before smiling, "but I won't demonstrate that since I'm sure you love your curtains."

"That I do," I said in agreement, leaning on the back cushion with my elbow as I faced her better.

"I can also manipulate thoughts, but once again, I'm sure you won't want a demonstration." She chuckled as she saw my change of expression.

"Yeah, no thank you," I said jokingly.

She pressed her lips together, thinking of what else she could do, but her smile faded into a thin line as a dark thought seemed to cross her mind.

"My brother had powers, too," she said quietly. "Super speed."

Since finding out who she was, I tried to piece together Wanda's background without bringing it up to her for fear it would upset her. It made a lot more sense why she'd moved next door now that I knew who she was, but she hadn't once brought up her family again until, well, until now.

"Pietro," I said, hoping I'd got his name correct. "Right?"

She nodded, lowering her hand and looking to me. "Yeah, that's him... he also had powers. It was actually what got him killed." She barely flinched as she spoke. "He saved someone's life in the battle against Ultron."

I sensed her sadness when her gaze softened as she finished speaking, and my heart ached now that I knew the truth.

"You don't have to tell me, Wanda," I said gently, hoping she didn't feel obligated to.

"No, no...," she shook her head, "it's nice to finally be able to tell you the truth. The whole truth. Not some rendition of it."

I nodded, relaxing under her stare. I was glad, too, to know she trusted me with such sensitive information about her life. It made me feel important, kind of like confirmation that I meant as much to her as she did to me.

"Do you think you're gonna go back to the Avengers tower anytime soon?" I asked. "I know you mentioned living here was temporary, so..."

It was selfish of me to think, but I hoped the answer was no. She hadn't said, but I gathered she hadn't been fulfilling her role as an Avenger as much as she should have been, as she was still on a break from there since grieving for her brother. But she seemed better than she did when she first got here, and if that meant she was going to go back there... I hoped it didn't, selfishly enough. I know the world needed another hero, but, I mean, did they?

"Trying to get rid of me already?" she teased, quirking a brow, making me smile with embarrassment. She noticed and added, "I'm kidding, Y/N. But to answer your question, no, not yet. Maybe not ever. I thought I would be here to get away from them whilst I grieved, but I've come to like it here. It's become my new home. I can still help them and not stay there."

I tried to resist the urge to smile like a weirdo. "Oh, cool. Yeah, I get you."

Calm on the outside, but over the moon on the inside.

"Though I may have to reconsider if my neighbour keeps using me like a carnival attraction," she added playfully.

I laughed, putting my hair behind my ear as I shrugged. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's just so cool that you have powers!" She laughed quietly, making my smile widen. I continued without thinking, "Plus, your eyes go this pretty red colour whenever you use them and I just think that's pretty neat."

She rolled her eyes playfully, but I was surprised to see her cheeks turn the colour of said powers. God, she was stunning. I was sure I'd always known that, but maybe I'd never acknowledged the thought. Now though... she was adorable when she bit back a smile and her hazel eyes sparkled with distraction.

Suddenly remembering the beautiful girl before me had the ability to read minds, I cleared my throat and tried to debate whether or not that would be classed as a 'loud' thought. I'd liked to think it wasn't, but now I wasn't so sure... what if this was a loud thought? And she could actually hear everything I was saying about her in my head? Oh, no... I was definitely overthinking this. It was nothing to worry about.

"You okay over there? I can practically read your mind."

I looked up and saw she was teasing again, though now that I knew she had powers, those words carried a double meaning.

"Yeah, yeah, sure you can," I played along dismissively. "Nice try, Wanda."

She shrugged, laughter slipping from her lips. "Okay, whatever you say."

Nah, she was definitely playing me... right?

[nanamikentoslutt]

"My brat to break" Levi X FemReader

THIS IS 18+

Warnings; dom levi, rough facefucking, choking, slight name calling, some slight "forced" towards the end

Synopsis: You'd been teasing your captain one too many times today and he wasn't going to let you get away with it.

Word count: 3.7k

“Come in and close the door.”

You heard from the other side of your captain’s room. Levi’s voice was more stern than usual and his bitter tone ran a shiver down your spine, this couldn’t be good. After a month of secret meetings alone with the captain you two had started somewhat of an affair, behind the scouts backs of course. But today you’d maybe taken it a step too far, blatantly teasing him on the field, bending over in front of him, even eye fucking him in the mess hall. This was the type of behaviour Levi didn’t take lightly and you knew as soon as he’d requested your presence you were in big trouble.

Walking through the door and closing it as instructed you gave your captain a firm salute and a brazen smile to show your fictitious gesture, hoping to lighten up the mood before Levi had at you. But your lame attempt hadn’t worked. Levi was sitting behind his desk, eyes now glaring at you with disdain. “Drop the act you little brat.” His eyebrows scrunched inwards and mouth slightly frowned, his entire face was looking at you with pure anger. You had seen Levi get angry at other scouts for being careless plenty of times and you knew that face like the back of your hand but you didn’t recognise this one and your chest was beginning to tighten.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Levi?”

However scared you were there was something inside you that wanted to push him even further to see how far he’d go. Would he actually hurt you? Someone he’s been sleeping with in secret? This is Levi Ackerman we’re talking about, it’s very possible you’ve misread the entire situation and you are just his plaything.

“I said drop the act. Go face the wall.”

Levi shifted his eyes over to the corner of the room and back at you, signalling where to go, his head then dropped back down to his paperwork.

“I’m sorry… what? You called me in here to face the wall?”

Your questions had interrupted Levi’s paperwork, he froze still with his pen in hand. Without looking up Levi just repeats. “Go face the wall.”

You’re in utter disbelief, this was your punishment? Is he serious? You knew you’d taken it too far today but now he was going to make you face the wall like a schoolgirl.

“Levi, I’m not a child, i-”

Cutting you off he pauses his writing from his paperwork, however this time he looks you dead in the eyes. “I won’t ask again, y/n.”

His steel eyes piercing into your face made your lower half go slightly numb, the fear that was slowly creeping away soon came back. You’d now remembered just who Levi was. Whether or not you felt you had a bond with him he was still your Captain and still one of the coldest people you knew, disobeying him was a stupid idea.

So you did as he said and moved over to the wall, facing directly at it maybe an arms length away you stand still until you hear “No, closer. All the way. I want your nose touching the wall.” Levi spat. Being the brat you are you’d usually have something witty to say, but you just inched closer to the wall, obeying Levi’s command in hopes this little performance would be over sooner. Too afraid to look behind you you could hear Levi still at his desk, signing papers and stacking them one by one. Nothing but the sound of levi’s work filled the room and your patience was wearing thin. You considered you could talk your way out of whatever Levi had planned, slowly turning your head to turn to look at him you open your mouth but before words can come out Levi already clocked your movement and is staring daggers at you.

“Face back to the wall. And hold your hands behind your back.”

The tone in his voice had shifted to something now very dark. You couldn’t understand why but the way his voice loomed over you even from the other side of the room made you rub your thighs together slowly. A warm sensation beginning to grow in your underwear all just over Levi’s instructions. Feeling grateful you were now facing the wall and not him you had just assumed you’d be here until he was done with work and then the punishment would be over.

The sound of Levi’s pen scribbling had stopped. He slowly got up from his chair and walked up behind you. Each footstep taking it’s time on the wooden floorboards beneath you both. With each step your heart started beating a little faster, you didn’t dare look behind in fear of what the Captain would do.

Levi was now a fingers length away from you, he slowly ghosted ever so slightly over your neck. He immediately recognised your sped up breathing pattern and caught the side of your eye to give you a small, low chuckle. Only mocking how easily it took to scare you, and how quickly he could sense it too.

“Where did that brat from earlier go?”

Levi wasn’t touching you yet you’d accumulated a small patch of wetness between the slick of your little cunt that was causing your insides to fire up. You turned your head to the side to face Levi’s

“I’m sorry for earlier, captain, please forgive me.”

You little shit. You knew just how much Levi loved being called captain. You call him it every day infront of everyone but calling him that when you’re both alone drives him crazy but unfortunately for you he’s not quite foolish enough to let your sly attempts at mercy persuade him.

Running his fingers down the arch of your back he delicately grazes his calloused hands over the curve of your clothed ass, his face has now slightly softened but his eyes are still burning into your face. One look at you and he knew what kind of state you were in.

Levi thinks about your almost endearing attempt at calling him captain in hopes for some kind of plea but gazing down at your backside he forgets any kind of deal.

He methodically and without any hesitation removed each and every one of your straps connected to your uniform, lifting up your arms which were still placed behind your back to help him unbuckle everything he needed to and placing everything neatly on the chair next to him. The colour of your cheeks now a rosy glow, you feel your heartbeat in your throat.

“Levi, please, I was only kidding today. It won't happen again, you’ve made your point. I’m sorry.”

Levi doesn’t seem to register your whines. He continues removing the belt on your trousers. Now loose they begin to sag down slowly past your hips, falling down to the bottom of your thighs revealing your cotton panties.Your hands now desperately fumbling to pull them back up, the humiliation of having Levi see the wet patch between your legs leaves you hopelessly begging for another deal.

“Please, Sir, I apologise for my insubordination earlier and it won't happen again, ever.”

Levi stepped back to watch you try and pull your trousers up for a short moment, his eyes darting from your face back down to your ass cheeks. Folding his arms he gives an almost unnoticeable grin, “Sir now is it?”. He just shook his head in amazement at your once again. pitiful attempt at some kind of plea. His nonchalonce to your begging only made you finally come to the realisation he wasn’t listening.

Turning to Levi with your back now against the wall he places one hand flat on the wall next to your head and the other he traces his index finger in a slow, swirling motion around your collarbones, making way down to your clothed breasts.

“You know I hate desperate little runts like you, y/n. Messing with me all day… now we’re alone you get all sheepish.”

His eyes followed the finger used to drive you over the edge, rubbing around your clothed nipple. Eyes wide on him you started to rub your thighs together slow enough he wouldn’t notice, but he did, because he notices every little detail your body gives off. Now cupping your breast he leans into your neck,

“Fucking cocktease.”

Squeezing tight you let out a moan, now desperate for his touch. The other evenings with Levi hadn’t gone like this before, this was the first time you’d landed yourself in trouble and this new feeling of humiliation made you question your sanity, why were you so fucking wet?

Squeezing your thighs together Levi pulls himself back and looks you up and down.

“Enough of that, remove your clothes.”

You paused for a brief moment, you wasn’t sure if Levi was instructing you to get naked for sex or something else and the idea frightened you, but Levi’s anger terrified you more.

You removed the remainder of your clothes, dropping them in front of you and pushing them aside with your foot. You held your hands together in front of your exposed cunt while keeping your eyes glued to the floor. Levi went across the room and brought back a chair, dragging it across the floorboards. He placed it in front of you and sat down, legs crossed and arms folded. He was now looking up at your glowing face. He paused for a moment, taking in every inch of your body, watching you tremble with just his eyes on you. Your breasts were slightly squeezed together where you were desperately holding on to your nether region for fear of letting on just how fucked up you were.

“Sir… no, Captain… no, no, Levi, I mean- Please tell me what you want?”

The corner of Levi’s mouth turned slightly upwards, hiding just how hot he was getting seeing you so coy he quickly returned to his more authoritative stare. Moving his crossed legs slightly on the chair to adjust his now growing member.

“You’re going to remove your hands and hold them behind your back. Like I said originally, brat.”

Your head bowed, you moved your eyes up to meet his and let whatever you were feeling take over. There was no use begging or whining.

“OK…”

Levi cocked his head and raised and eyebrow, voice slightly louder than before,

“OK, what..?”

“OK, sir.”

Not wanting to anger him anymore you stood up straight and did as he said. Your captain was not a patient man but when it came to watching you go bright red under his gaze, he could leave you hanging for as long as he pleased.

Now staring at your exposed cunt Levi's eyes turned glossy for a moment from being unable to blink, getting transfixed over your glistening folds, watching a small dribble run to the tip of your thigh. Clenching into nothing you were working yourself up even more, being so humiliated made you so desperate for levi to fuck you. Now watching him see just how wet you are you were hoping for some kind of release.

Still sitting he reached an arm out behind your thigh and pulled you closer to him, now eye level with your navel. He took two fingers and slowly felt the opening of your wetness, running down in between your folds. He pulls back and glances at his now coated fingers.

“Tch. Disgusting.” Levi mocked, his tone defying his true feelings for your body.

He comes back and this time uses both hands to spread you open slightly and inspect you almost clinically. He notices how you’re still tensing your pussy onto nothing but your walls, working up the warmth and only becoming more soaked. With one hand keeping you spread, he slowly moves two fingers on his other hand in circular motions over your clit, letting out a whine you start to move your hips onto his fingers desperate for more friction.

“Stop moving.” He instructed, your body tensing up, the hair touching the back of your neck now getting stuck to your skin where you’ve worked yourself up into a small sweat. You did as he said and halted.

Rubbing over your bundle of nerves he stands up, face to face with you, and cautiously puts a hand around your throat. Applying some light pressure you start to moan into his face, his lips brush against your warm cheek

“Is this what you wanted?”

His voice makes your knees go weak as his breath rains through your ear. He licks the side of your neck and tightens the grip on your throat.

“Yes, yes this is what i-”

Shoving his two fingers inside your sloppy cunt he starts finger fucking you, keeping you in place with his strong grip held tightly around your neck.

“I asked you a question cadet.”

Not giving in he speeds up. Inserting a third finger and stretching out your eager hole.

“Yes Sir, this is what I wanted.”

Giving everything you have to keep your eyes focused on your captain you start to feel a warm sensation rise to your head, your cunt clenching over his fingers mercilessly slamming into you. Getting harder to breathe, Levi feels your impending orgasm and uses his grip around his throat to slam you into the wall, his three fingers fucking you so hard you hardly notice you’re unable to breathe properly. The sound of his knuckles slapping against your folds is overtaken by your desperate moans and pleas to cum. Feeling the coil in your stomach your body starts to shake,

“Yes, yes, please, I’m going to cu-”

Without hesitation Levi pulls his fingers out of you and removes his hand from your neck, stepping back.

Jerking your body from the release you gulp in the air, panting and hunching over. The sick fuck refused to let you cum, he’d brought you all the way to the edge and left you there.

Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket he wipes away the cum you’d spilled onto his hands, meticulously getting everything off and placing it back. He puts both hands in his pockets and gives a small, devious smile your way.

“Levi, what the fuck was that?”

Your heated face from earlier now getting hot with rage, your anger leaving you completely dissatisfied, you grasp and his shirt, looking up at him begging for more. Flinging your arms around his neck and pulling your body onto his clothed torso you moan in his ear, you’re so needy and cock hungry.

“Please, please, you know what I want, you know exactly what I want, I'll be good.” You cry out, frantically smothering his neck with sloppy kisses, running your fingers through his hair.

He takes his hands out of his pockets and gives out a moody hum, as if contemplating your desperate whines. Even Levi couldn’t help himself with you, seeing you so pathetic was making his cock twitch in his pants and he needed some release himself.

“Alright brat, calm down. Be good and you’ll get what you want.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Levi grabs your hair at the back of your head and forces you down on your knees, unbuttoning his trousers he releases his thick cock, still not fully hard but stiff enough for it to bounce up a little. Your mouth starts to water just at the sight of it, making you thrust your hips into the air for some kind of release. Gaping your mouth and sticking your tongue out you look up at him like a hungry dog at its owner. But the strength he held on your hair was forcing you back just by the tip.

Pulling on his strength you slowly brought yourself just close enough so your tongue could touch the tip, lapping up the salty precum that was dribbling out of his pink head.

“Is this what you wanted?”

His fistful of your hair using your head to tease you, moving it back and forth from his cock. He loves watching you get so weak and whiny for him, his face now turning into a more cocky expression. Eyes wide on him, begging for it, he slams his cock into your mouth, not holding back he uses his other hand to take grip of your hair, fucking your face so fast you barely have time to breathe. He keeps a motion of in and out, in and out for as long as he can before he sees your eyes light up, and your hands flail up to his thighs, indicating you need air. He lets you take a few deep breaths before he’s back to skullfucking you.

Your drool pooling down the base of his cock and dribbling down to your chest, you let out muffled noises that make Levi pull his head back and give out a deep grunt.Your wet mouth has brought him close but he isn’t finished with you.

He pulls out and looks down at your cute, sloppy face. Smiling up at him you swallow all the spit in your mouth and open wide for him to enter again, ready for him to continue using you as his little slut.

Levi loved how wild his cock made you, looking down at you with pure amazement in his face he loves how ready you are for him at all times, being able to take his full length and happily forfeiting your own breathing just for a drop of his cum.

He lets go of your hair and orders you to bend over the desk, which you of course oblige to. Hastily moving your body from the ground your excitement makes you almost fall over. Getting into your usual position on the desk, Levi removes his clothes, his cock still rock hard however he takes the time to place his clothes in a folded placement on the chair.

“You’re a fucking runt, you know that?”

Levis ghosts behind you and whispers in your ear, the words making your entire body melt. His wet cock lightly brushing your ass cheek. Using his hand to guide himself inside your pulsating cunt his teases the tip, followed by him calmly entering his full length inside you, stretching your walls to accommodate him. Levi loved being rough but he always knew to take it slow on the first few thrusts with you.

You let out a loud moan, pushing back into him to signal you were ok, your dripping cunt was so greedy for him.

“Fuck.. that feels so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Your voice breathy and low, causing Levi to snake his hand around your body, squeezing your breast in his hand and using the other on your hip to position you just right on his cock. He pulls the entire length out and slams into you with no reluctance, thrusting in and out of your longing hole and pinching and twisting your erect nipple. His grip on your hip tightening as his movement in you was speeding up, sweat forming on his brow as he was working himself up into you, using your body as his own fucktoy.

Your cries were filling his office, getting louder and louder, the occasional sensation of his soft balls slapping on your clit was building the knot in your stomach, feeling a warm sensation you clench around his cock and gasp in the air, your walls pulsating on his member you arch your back up on to him and let him continue you fucking out your orgasm.

Your head drops back onto his neck, the hand that was used to toy with your nipple delicately finds its way gently around your neck, Levi looks at you and pulls you in for a deep and sloppy kiss, still keeping his pace your eyes look to his in pure bliss giving him a toothy grin, you’d gotten exactly what you wanted and he knew it, Levi couldn’t hide his smile from you much longer and went to ravage the groove of your neck,

“You little shit.”

He gave you what you wanted but he wasn’t done with you just yet, and he wasn’t letting you leave without a cunt full of cum. He quit the cute shit and forced you back down on the table, your cheek now slammed on the wood of the desk, his hand on your face keeping you there. His cock aching inside you he used your dripping hole for his own pleasure, ignoring your staggered whines when he went too deep. Get much rougher with you your cunt couldn’t take anymore, unable to move your head up from the desk or even your body from off of him you were forced to stay in place and let him finish

“Ugh.. Sir, please cum inside me.”

A tear forming out the corner of your eye from the overwhelming pain your guts were receiving fell down the side of your face. Levi now approaching his orgasm kept himself deep inside you, his whole body tensing and his hand tightening the grip on your poor face.

“Shit…”

His hot seed unravelled itself inside you, painting your insides. He stayed inside you for a brief moment while his cock started to soften and he could catch his breath, his hand slowly releasing pressure on your face.

In no time at all he was putting his clothes back on, buttoning up his shirt while you were fumbling on the ground finding your clothes, so tired you’d forgotten where everything was.

Giving each other space to clothe yourselves you sat on the chair, still slightly out of breath you let your head fall back, a quiet laugh starting to crawl out of your mouth.

“I always get what I want, Captain.”

Levi was always going to give you what you wanted, although he was humanities strongest he still couldn’t control himself around you. Composing himself and wiping down his shirt he walked towards you, your brazzen smile beaming into his face. Pulling himself down to you, hand on the back of your chair, nose to nose his cold grey eyes scanning you,

“I always knew you were a little brat. Some brats just need some discipline.”

“And I suppose you’ll be the one to do the disciplining, huh captain?”

Your cocky face and snide remarks made Levi look at you like a challenge. He’d broken many brats in his time and he was happy to break you.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Over it (DekuxReaderxBakugo)

A/n: this was meant to b one part but my beta Nd I fleshed it out into three parts ur welcome 😌

(This is mostly just filler Nd backstory babes I’m sorry)

Warning: The yandere themes aren’t that big in this part but they’re gonna b pretty intense in the next two!!!

“You’re sure this is what you want? You’re changing fate here, Deku.” Blue eyes surveyed the young hero, who only nodded with determination.

“I’m sure, it’s their birthday tomorrow, I can’t risk losing them to someone else.”

“But you’re already matched with Bakugo, would you like me to-?”

“No! Just… add them, and I’ll take it from there.” The stranger nodded, taking the hair Deku had gotten from your pillow and Deku could only watch in amazement as it floated up, glowing a bright gold before it dissolved.

“There, it’s done.”

“You’re in my way, move.”

“Oh! It’s you! We’re-“ Hope filled your voice, the words on your left wrist throbbing as Bakugo spoke them.

“Ha? Why would I ever want someone as weak as you?” He snarled, and you stopped in your tracks.

“You don’t… want a soulmate?”

“Correction,” Red eyes looked you up and down, the blonde sneering as he continued, “I don’t want you as a soulmate.”

Then he’d left you in the hallway, walking away without glancing back, and your tattoo burned worse than it ever had as you slid down to the floor. What a great birthday, the thought finally making you crumble. You weren’t sure how long you cried for, silent tears streaming down your cheeks, but then there was a tingle on your right wrist, like pins and needles. You didn’t want to look, there was no reason for it, you already had a soulmate, he didn’t want you! Still, the feeling persisted, and eventually you gave in and looked at it.

“What’re you doing down there? Let me help you!”

Oh… that was… much nicer than the first one you’d gotten, and the ink was a dark green you almost thought you recognised. Bakugo’s one had stopped hurting, finally, but you just pulled your sleeve down over your hand. You didn’t want to think about that, he certainly wasn’t thinking about you. Why would you waste time-

“Wait- Deku?I don’t understand?” Your tear stained eyes glanced up, Deku’s green ones showing the same surprise as yours. Still, he reached down, and you grabbed his arm, letting him tug you to your feet and pull you into a hug.

“C’mon, let’s get you back to your room and get you some water, then we can talk, okay?”

Deku sat you down on the bed, quickly grabbing you a glass of water and pressing it to your hands before he took a seat next to you. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably, you’d had classes with him for years, but the two of you had never really been alone together.

“So, do you wanna tell me why you were crying on your birthday?” He questioned, and you fixed your gaze to the cup in your hands.

“It’s nothing really, Bakugo found out we’re soulmates and he uh… doesn’t want me, is all.” You shrugged, you couldn’t explain the second tattoo, and the thought that maybe Deku didn’t want you either wouldn’t leave you alone.

“How could anyone not want you? You’re perfect!” Deku smiled, and you blushed at the compliment, nobody had ever called you perfect before.

“Kacchan uh, didn’t want me either… so I guess it’s lucky we have each other, huh!” He grinned, showing you his left wrist, with the words ‘fuck off Deku’ in clear black ink. Well, that made you feel better, and you even smiled at Deku before you spoke.

“Yeah, it must be fate.”

The two of you had started dating after that, graduated, and then gotten a cozy little apartment. Neither of you spoke of Bakugo, he’d ignored the both of you for the time you remained at school, besides, you and Izuku were happy together, you didn’t need him. Izuku pursued his dream of being a pro, opening his own agency with Shoto and Uraraka, and you were his sidekick, although he mostly insisted you did paperwork, and wouldn’t let you patrol unless he could go with you. It was sweet, the way he wanted to keep you safe. If it was up to him you wouldn’t work at all, but you’d argued until he gave in. You’d be bored if you were just sitting at home waiting for him, not to mention worried sick.

“Y/n, I’m going to patrol, do you wanna come with me and grab lunch afterwards?” Izuku poked his head into your office, grin breaking out when you nodded, quickly getting up from your desk and running to him, your boyfriend catching you and lifting you up with ease as you kissed him, only pulling away when he put you down.

“I love you, Izuku.”

“I love you too, Y/n, c’mon, those streets won’t patrol themselves!”

There had been some kind of scuffle, Izuku making sure you stayed back to help civilians as he and the other heroes went into the fray. You had a healing quirk so it made sense, but you still hated letting him handle everything.

“Yes ma’am, everything’s going to be okay, the pro’s are handling it.” You stepped back from the lady you’d been helping, looking around for other civilians when someone bumped into you, catching your wrist to stop you falling, and your heart stopped when you looked back to see who it was.

“Bakugo…?” Shock coloured your voice, blush rising to your cheeks, you hadn’t seen him in years, and he looked good, even taller than you remembered.

“Y/n?” Bakugo looked just as shocked as you did, his eyes roaming your body like they had so many years ago, the emotions rushing back and making you shake.

“You look-“ he started, but you shook your head, pulling your wrist away from him, ignoring the sour feeling that the loss of contact brought you.

“Sorry Bakugo, I have to keep checking the civilians.” You didn’t look at him, hating the way your voice shook, but then you were running away, losing him in the crowd, and this time it was you who didn’t look back.

“Bunny? Are you okay? You barely touched your food at the restaurant, and you were quiet the whole way home.” Izuku had cornered you on the couch after dinner, trapped against his chest, but at least you didn’t have to look at him.

“Yeah baby just…” You played with his fingers, letting out a sigh before you continued, “I uh, I saw Bakugo, while I was helping civilians.” You felt Izuku tense behind you at the words, and he pressed a kiss to your head.

“Oh bunny, I’m so sorry, I know you don’t like to think about him after everything that happened.”

“Do you? Think about him? Wonder if things… I don't know… if things could have turned out differently?”

“Is that why you’re so upset?” Izuku took a moment to think, your fingers tapping against his arm as you waited. “Yeah, sometimes I wonder what the three of us could have been if he hadn’t let his pride get in the way, but he made his choice, if he changes his mind we can cross that bridge when we get to it, you know?”

“Cross that bridge when we get to it huh?”

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Hello Mojo, hope you're doing well and that you had a good break! I wanted to signal boost the MDZS May Diaspora event collection on AO3, and point out my favorite fic from there: 归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by dragongirlG! It's both tender and bittersweet and it features such mature writing. The author got some hate for it when it initially got posted so I wanted to counter that and give it some love instead! [Who would do such a thing?!  @dragongirlg-fics I’m sorry that happened to you, and here, have *so many hugs!* I’ll try to do a thing just for the diaspora event, but meanwhile, I’ll just treat this as a follower rec.]

归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home

by dragongirlG (M, 8k, wangxian)

Summary:  The destruction of the Yin Tiger Seal does not kill Wei Wuxian; it ages him instead. He takes shelter in a cave expecting to die, but instead he lives, slowly learning to embrace life with each new day.

Thirteen years later, a young man with a Lan forehead ribbon stumbles into the cave. His name is Lan Sizhui.

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Hi Momjo!!! I recently read the most *adorable* fic, and I loved it so much that it dragged me out of seclusion (read: social anxiety cave) to rec it. It's called 'Covered in Bees' by ScarlettStorm in which the Cloud Recesses is an apiary, and Wei Wuxian has suddenly found himself host to a swarm of bees. ~ @akyra-talanoa

Covered in Bees

by ScarlettStorm (T, 8k, wangxian)

Summary: “Cloud Reccesses Apiary,” says a toneless, deep masculine voice, with zero question in it. Wei Ying doesn’t care, because whoever possesses that voice is probably going to come save him from bees like a fucking hero while wearing like, a suit of armor. That’s what you wear to catch bees, right?

“I have like, so many bees outside my front door right now,” he says, mouth running out ahead of him before he can even begin to think about reining it in. “It’s like a sandstorm of bees out there. There are so many bees. I got out of my car and there were just bees and I don’t want these bees. Do you want these bees? Please tell me you will come get these bees. I can’t leave my house and I have enough food for maybe a week but then I’m gonna have to learn how to cook dry beans and no one wants that, especially not me.” Wei Ying runs out of air, takes a breath, and belatedly adds, “My name is Wei Ying. Hi.”

Or: The beekeeping AU that no one asked for.

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Hi, you are a bless to this fandom. Your blog feels like a library, so thoroughly arranged and always within hand reach. [Thank you, wow!]  Recently, I was going through Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn is a Wēn tag and came across a fanfic, it has 3 chapters till now and is so intriguing that i thought to recommend it to you. I don't know if I can recommend or if you have already checked the story, The legendary Phoenix and his Dragon by Devipriya. I am in love with this story. I hope you will enjoy it too, do check it out

The legendary Phoenix and his Dragon

by Devipriya (T, 7k, wangxian)

Summary:  Wen Wuxian, the essence of who he is, he is a naughty child, a prankster, an enchanting dizi player, a graceful dancer, an irresistible lover, a truly valiant warrior, a ruthless vanquisher of his foes, a man who left a broken heart in every home, an astute statesman and kingmaker, a thorough gentleman, a righteous individual of the highest order, and the most colorful incarnation.

He has been seen, perceived, understood and experienced in many different ways by different people. Different people saw different facets of who he is. For some, he is God. For some, he is a crook. For some, he is a lover. For some, he is a fighter. He is so many things.

But the phoenix, seen from the eyes of time was just a playful man. A man who plays with his awareness, with his imagination, with his memory, with his life, with his death. An individual who does not just dance with somebody. He dances with life. He dances with his enemy, He dances with the one he loves, He dances even at the moment of his death.

To taste an essence of who is Wen Wuxian, be with me in the journey of exploration, NO! playful exploration of life of a playful man.

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Hi! Thanks for running this blog, it's helped me find so many fics. For your next follower recs post, I wanted to rec "This love like a flood, a fire, a fear" by natcat5. Its summary is vague (which I suspect is why it isn't better known) but it is a beautiful retelling of canon from LWJ's POV with slight canon divergence. I love the author's characterization of him and the prose is gorgeous. It is easily my favorite fic in the entire fandom, and I don't say that lightly. ~ @nyanja14

This love like a flood, a fire, a fear

by natcat5 (M, 57k, wangxian, lan wangji & lan xichen)

Summary:  “I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong.”   - Lemony Snicket

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i came to this ask to rec this baseball one called "Waiting for Spring" by thievinghippo on ao3. It somehow made me care about baseball soooo 'nough said ~ @scifikimmi

Waiting for Spring

by thievinghippo (E, 131, wangxian)

Summary:  “It is a well-known fact across the major leagues that one does not smack Lan Wangji’s ass.”

Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. Everyone smacks everyone’s ass in baseball. It’s how the game is played. Lan Wangji does not get to be exempt from this most sacred of baseball traditions.

Wei Wuxian will make sure of that.

Or, a Major League Baseball AU

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hi mojo! i wanted to rec Something Good by boxoftheskyking (a loose sound of music/canon divergence au) and also MDZS: The Golden Engine by iffervescent (immortal wangxian modern au where they gotta solve a mystery and save china, featuring jiang cheng/lan xichen)

Something Good

by boxoftheskyking (T, 43k, wangxian)

Summary:  "That Wei Wuxian, you know he used to be such a promising cultivator. Head Disciple of the Jiang Clan, can you believe it? You see, juniors, the punishment for traveling the path of demonic cultivation. No golden core, not so much as a whisper of spiritual power."

As a punishment for real and imagined crimes, Wei Wuxian is sentenced to work at Cloud Recesses as the lowest of servants. When a surprising reassignment lands him with eleven children to care for, everything changes again.

A Sound of Music AU

MDZS: The Golden Engine

by iffervescent (E, 82k, wangxian, xicheng)

Summary:  In the modern era, immortals Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian return to Gusu. New evil and old friends + new friends and old evils.

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Hi Mojo! First of all let me just tell you that you are amazing and this blog is like a gift from the gods! Bless you and your endless patience and hard work. [Oh, thank you so much!]  I know that you have just accepted follower recs and I have missed miserably but I still wanted to write and bring attention to a writer by the pseudo Xiao_Hua on ao3, I think they are quite good and I just recently found the account with so much content. If you do have the time to check them out, I'd rec catfish, my fox or the red ribbon.

The Red Ribbon

by Xiao_Hua (M, 21k, wangxian, TGCF crossover)

Summary:  Wei WuXian died but not before saving HanGuang-Jun and A-Yuan, leaving so much more behind than just his ribbon.

My Fox

by Xiao_Hua (E, 13k, wangxian)

Summary:  Once he headed to YiLing that all changed for him. His priorities have been mingled with and ordered in complete disarray even without him noticing as he was left heavily influenced by a creature.

Or one where Lan WangJi is a dragon-spirit and he finds his mate in the form of a fox.

Catfish

by Xiao_Hua (E, 15k, wangxian)

Summary:  Wei WuXian has a common sense that believes it has a nine-to-five job while Lan WangJi finds that incredibly hot.

Or one where two catfish realise that neither of them truly catfished.

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Hi Mojo i'm recommending this amazing fic it is called song of joys and regrets. it's a time travel AU it's amazing. And your Blog is a Godsend Thank you! [Aw, you’re so sweet!]  ~ @highgoddess

Song of Joy and Regrets

by HelloKitten (not rated, 59k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  The Archery competition at Qishan this year has hit a snag. As the Sects face the wrongs perpetrated by their future selves, Wei Wuxian finds himself adopted by half of the cultivation world who are determined to save him from himself.

Baby Wangxian suffers. Adult Wangxian's job here is done.

"I'm starting to see a pattern to all his plans..." "Do they all involve him being bait?" "Yes" came deadpanned responses.

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Here’s a 2021 Reverse Big Bang entry, in time for Father’s Day; [Oops, my bad, sorry!]  Under a Blanket of Black Wings, by ChaoticAndrogynous (#31398395); LWJ, recuperating from the 33 lashes, tells A-Yuan a series of fairytales about a heroic monster and the brave little boy he befriended. Vampire! WWX (in the framing story as well as the story-within-the-story); happy ending.

Under a Blanket of Black Wings

by ChaoticAndrogynous (T, 19k, wangxian)

Summary:  Lan Wangji tells A-Yuan a bedtime story about a beautiful monster and the brave little boy who was his friend. Thirteen years later, the monster returns.

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Hello Mojo! Have you read ‘Key Differences’ by Pupeez4eva? Its a MDZS!WWX meets CQL!WWX and its really good! [It’s on my list!]

Key Differences

by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, wangxian)

Summary:  “I don’t understand,” Wei Wuxian said, while his alternate self continued to stare at him with almost a look of hurt in his eyes. There was longing in there too, which Wei Wuxian would have easily recognised if he paid enough attention. “How could you not get together, after everything. What even went on in the Guanyin Temple if you didn’t confess?”

“The Guanyin Temple,” Wei Ying repeated incredulously. “You’re asking me if I confessed at — honestly, a lot went on that day. It was a life and death situation. There was no confessing.”

Wei Wuxian stared at him, appalled.

(Wherein Wei Wuxian ends up meeting an alternate version of himself who, much to his horror, never married Lan Wangji. Obviously he has to do something to fix this).

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Hey Mojo i would recommend this fanfic if you already haven’t, it’s called “ take me back to a time “ by DizziDreams. It’s sooooo good

take me back to a time

by DizziDreams (T, 144k, wangxian, 3zun)

Summary:  Wei Ying has a lot on his plate right now.

It’s finals week -- which isn’t so bad. He’s never had to study much to do well in classes. But that just means that things are that much more tense with Jiang Cheng, who, as far as Wei Ying can tell, only takes study breaks long enough to glare at Wei Ying where he sits on the couch playing video games.

It’s not studies that have Wei Ying stressed out. It’s everything else. It’s the recruitment for the research trial he’s coordinating. It’s jiejie and her impending marriage to His Royal Douchebag Jin Zixuan. It’s the volunteer work at the palliative care facility. It’s Wen Ning’s worsening condition. It’s Wen Qing working herself thin to care for her brother and Wen Yuan. It’s the way Wen Yuan never seems to have enough food.

So, yeah. There’s enough on Wei Ying’s plate already, meaning it’s not entirely welcome when he comes home and finds a man standing in his bedroom. A man in extravagant white robes, a ribbon tied around his forehead, long hair gathered into a topknot, fist clutching a sword at his side, who asks him, “Where am I?”

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Idk if this has already been rec’d (I’ve been off the grid for a while now), but there’s this absolutely incredible fic called Restitution by an anon on ao3 people should definitely check out!

this one?

on restitution

by Anonymous (M, 78k, wangxian, jin ling & wei wuxian, lan sizhui & wei wuxian, WIP)

Summary:  When Wei Wuxian regains consciousness, he is in a bed. A real, proper bed, not the slab he called a bed in his cave in the Burial Mounds.

Jiang Cheng is glowering above him.

Wei Wuxian doesn't die during the siege of the Burial Mounds. Rather, he is captured in secret and confined at Lotus Pier. Things change accordingly.

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Hi momjo! I feel like every time I come to your blog there's twenty more new and amazing fics for me to read. Thank you for everything you do for this fandom!  [Thank you, sweetie!  And yes, I think there ARE 20 new fics every day out there in the fandom.  It’s amazing!] Today I come bearing my own rec to you. I've recently read this and it's IMO one of the best fics out there. It's called Lapsteel by carriecmoney and it's a modern stormchaser AU featuring country songs and coming home. ~ @manaika-chan​

Lapsteel

by carriecmoney (T, 42k, wangxian)

Summary:  Now and then, I think about you now and then...

It's been thirteen years since Wei Ying ran for the prairies, leaving behind a family in shambles and a secret on the Pacific wind. What happens when the storm he swirled catches up to him?

Modern AU with country music star Lan Zhan, stormchaser Wei Ying, and shared crossroads.

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[tricksters-captain]

Benny Watts/The Queens Gambit imagines - From Pawn to Pen Part 4

AN: I’m sorry I missed posting last week. I’m currently going through a hard break up and it’s really taking a lot of energy out of me so I struggle to write at the moment. 

Overall Summary: You’re a young journalist for Chess Review, with a love for chess and a desire for knowledge. One day at a tournament, you come across the famous Benny Watts...

In this chapter: You return to Boston for the week. 

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3)

Pairing(s): Benny Watts x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1,940

Warnings: Some strong language

You smiled as you looked at the copies of ‘Chess Review’ on the racks. 

Your first front page piece for Chess Review. 

They had used one of the pictures of Benny that you had taken at the hotel and you were pretty proud of your photography skills. 

You picked up a copy and took it inside to pay for it. 

On second thought, you picked up two so you could mail one to Angelie. 

You left the store quickly after and started to walk back to your apartment. 

Boston was busier than you had remembered and you finally had some time to sort out the apartment after your article went down well with the big man. 

You opened the door to your apartment and put down your groceries on the kitchen counter top. 

The last tenant hadn’t left the place in too bad a state, just a carpet stain here and there and a broken lamp. 

You had bought some paint to redecorate your living room and bedroom since it seemed too boring after where you lived in Paris. You had spent the last couple days painting and then you finally left to go check out your title page. 

The books that Benny had given you were still on your small two person dining room table where you had left them when you first got back. You looked over at them and furrowed your brow as you thought about whether you are actually going to bother to read them or not. 

Your phone started to ring and your frown disappeared when you realised it was probably Angelie. No one else had your number besides your work. 

“Hello?” You answered it, taking the phone off the wall as you leant beside it. 

“Miss (Y/L/N)?” You’d recognise that voice anywhere after listening to it so much over the last tournament. 

“Benny Watts?” You asked, almost in shock. 

“Have you read those books I leant you yet?” He asked, not even bothering to confirm it was him. 

“It’s been four days.” You told him flatly. 

“You could’ve easily gotten through at least two of them by now.” Benny challenged you which caused you to shake your head (even though he couldn’t see). 

“You know, Benny Watts, I do have a life to live.” You defended yourself to which Benny found amusing. 

“So, you’re back in Boston since you picked up this phone.” Benny changed the subject completely. 

“How did you even get this number?” You asked, genuinely curious and a little worried. 

“You really think Chess Review won’t hand over your telephone number to their favourite US chess player?” 

“You got it from Beth Harmon then?”  You teased the boy to which he responded with a dry laughter. 

“Ha Ha. Very funny.” Benny retorted, “If you’re in Boston, it means you currently aren’t working. Fancy an educational trip to New York City?” 

“Benny, I told you. I’m not coming to New York.” You reminded him about how you declined previously when he asked. 

“Come on, just for the weekend? We’ll play some chess, do some tourist shit and eat some food?” Benny asked, trying his best to persuade you Benny Watts style. 

“I’ve also told you before that I don’t play.” You felt a small bubble of excitement in your stomach as you considered going to New York but you quickly squashed it down. 

“What are you afraid of?” Benny asked. Deja Vu. 

“Why are you pushing this?” You closed your eyes as you let your head roll back to press against the wall. 

“Because I see that same light that’s in Beth Harmon, that’s in every decent chess player when you see a chess board.” Benny confessed to you. 

“I’m sorry, Benny. You’ll just have to find someone else to play with. I don’t want to be apart of this little game.” You hung up the phone with a sad sigh before Benny could respond. 

You found yourself looking at the books again. 

You picked up Benny’s and you opened it...

“I’ve been waiting all day for your call.” You half scolded Angelie as you answered the call. 

You heard Angelie’s laughter through the phone and it made you home sick. 

“Je suis désolé!” Angie apologised. “This new project has me so busy, constantly on set, costume changes, make up changes, redoing scene..!” 

“It sounds awful.”  You chuckled, 

“It is! You wouldn’t understand... You’re just a big time American journalist.” Angelie pouted. “Anyway, how are you?” 

“I’m okay.” You lied. 

“Menteuse!” Angelie called you out. “Tell me the truth. What is bothering you, Mon Cher?” 

“Benny Watts called me today.” You had filled her in on the tournament with him once you had first arrived back in Boston and she had already previously told you off for not taking his offer to New York. 

“He did?!” Angie gasped. 

“Yes, he did. He got my number through work and called me to ask if I had read the books he gave me which I haven’t because it’s been less than a week since. the tournament.” You explained. 

“That boy is in love with you, I am telling you now.” Angie was always the hopeless romantic type. It’s how she has had her heart broke so many times. 

“The boy wants to play chess with me to assert his masculine dominance over me and boost his ego with an easy win.” You argued. 

“You are always so negative about men! You hardly know this one!” Angelie groaned. 

“He’s Benny Watts. That’s all I need to know.” 

“I think you should go to New York and meet with him.” Angelie told you. You hadn’t even informed her about the fact he asked you again. 

“I think I should stay here and enjoy my first weekend off in six months.” You shook your head at the idea. 

“(Y/n), you only live once and how many girls are invited to New York by the Benny Watts?!” 

“Probably quite a lot.” You knew Angie was only trying to hype you up but you couldn’t help but knock her down. 

“Even if that is so. You could probably get another article out of it. Benny Watts and his life in the big apple?” Angie suggested. 

“I’m sure ‘LIFE’ has already done that piece before.” You pushed another idea aside. 

“Trust me, (Y/n). You need to stop being so afraid of the unknown and who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy yourself?” Angelie had had enough of the negativity from you at this point. 

There was a sudden knock at your door. 

“I’m sorry, Angie. Someone’s just knocked on my door, I’ll have to call you back.” You looked over at your front door and wondered who it could be. 

“Ça va. Call me back!” She told you as the knock occurred again. 

“Je t'aime.” You hung the phone back up on the wall and went over to your door. 

You opened it and you felt your face go white at the sight of who stood there. 

“Jesus, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Benny Watts. 

BENNY WATTS.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked him. 

“Well,  you wouldn’t come to me so I came to you.” Benny shrugged. 

“You can’t just stalk someone. This isn’t okay. This isn’t cute!” You were bewildered. 

“This isn’t stalking. It’s simply coming to Boston to visit a friend.” He defended himself as he stood out in the hallway. 

“I wouldn’t call us friends, Benny.” You scoffed. 

“Ouch.” Benny put his hand on his heart. 

You went to close your door on him but Benny stopped you. 

“Wait.” He pleaded. His cocky demeanour suddenly dropped. “Look, I know this is weird but I really wanted to see you.” Benny started to explain. 

“I––” He cut you short. 

“–– This isn’t some game. I just want to help you. I want you to play chess again. I want you to play with me.” Benny stayed with his hand against the door and his foot in the gap as he spoke. 

“This is crazy, Benny.” You told him, your eyes locked on his as you felt your heart race. 

“I know.” Benny stepped back. “I’m staying in the hotel down the block. I’ll be here all weekend. If you don’t want to see me, then don’t. But if you change your mind. I’ll be around.” 

You watched him back away from the door and head back down the stairs. 

Benny fucking Watts. 

You rushed back to the phone and dialled Angelie’s number. 

“Bonjour?” She answered, 

“You’ll never guess who was at the door.” 

You ended up tossing and turning all night. 

You caved in at around 3am and started to read Benny’s book again. 

You finished it by the time the sun was rising. 

You had a cold shower to wake you up at around 9am and then you stared in the mirror as the thoughts racked your brain. 

You walked over to your chess set that rested on the dresser top and you took it over to your bed, opening it up. 

You set up the board and stared at it.  

You picked up the queen. The same queen that Benny had held in the photo you took. 

You caved. 

You dressed and did simple make up before heading to the hotel that Benny had told you he was staying. 

“I’m looking for Mr Benny Watts.” You asked the elderly lady at the front desk. 

“He’s staying in room 306 but I’m almost certain I saw him leave about an hour ago for breakfast.” She informed you. 

You thanked her then sighed. 

You left the hotel lobby and started down the street. There was plenty of places to eat around the hotel, you almost considered just waiting in the lobby for him to return. 

Then you saw it. 

Through a window of a small diner. 

The famous black hat. 

You pushed open the diner door and walked towards the booth where Benny was sat. 

He had his back to you but he didn’t seem surprised to see you when you sat down opposite him.  

“Morning.” He greeted you as he munched on some pancakes. 

“I won’t play chess with you.” You stated. “I won’t play chess with you but I will spend the weekend with you and you can talk about it.”

Benny remained silent as his brown eyes watched you carefully. 

“I finished your book.” You told him. “I'm ready to learn.” 

Benny placed his knife and fork down, picking up the napkin beside his plate to wipe his mouth. 

“Great.” He nodded, interlinking his fingers above his food as he elbows rested on the table.  “Let’s begin.” 

(WHAT HAPPENS NEXT HERE)

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There was an ugly silence in the room, no one quite knowing how to break it. A small sob had Rowan looking back at Lyria, her hand cradling her stomach. The gesture caused a pain so sharp in Rowan’s chest that he choked on it because of the lies that rested beneath her hand. He had no real sense of reality as he stood there looking between his wife and the man she had been unfaithful to him with. His brain was still processing what he had overheard.

“You never gave me a chance.”

“Have you told him that the baby may not even be his?”

Rowan’s knees went weak and he thought he may start vomiting. This was a joke. Some sick cruel joke his friends had decided to play on him, Aelin always liked to pull a good prank. But the longer he looked at Lyria and from the look on her face the way she was trembling… this was no joke.

“Rowan. We–”

“No,” Rowan said, not bothering to look at the other man in the room. “This is not coming from you.”

Rowan’s brain was finally catching up with him and he had so many questions. The first and foremost was how exactly Sam rutting Cortland got to be standing in his kitchen as a possible father of the baby his wife was carrying.

“I want you to leave,” Rowan said to Sam. “I’m leaving this room and I want you gone.”

He didn’t bother to address Lyria as he left the kitchen and started down the hallway. She had two options here, she could come and find once showing her guest out or she could leave. Rowan hoped that for the sake of his sanity she chose the former. A dilemma struck Rowan as he stood in the hallway, only overhearing hushed sounds of conversation through his home. Where was he going to go? He didn’t want to have this conversation in the bedroom, it felt too intimate as the ravine between him and Lyria was gaping wider by the second. He wasn’t going to go back out to any of the rooms beyond the hallway and risk running into Sam again. That really only left him one option.

Rowan turned the door handle of the baby’s room and stepped inside.

The walls were painted a soft yellow, bits and pieces of baby paraphernalia were stacked in piles around the room that they hadn’t got around to sorting through. Seems they had a few more things they needed to sort through.

The fact that Sam was possibly the father of the baby had him reeling. Aelin and Sam had been broken up for a while now. Rowan had liked the guy, but he could tell that the two of them weren't meant to be. Sam and him were close to friends by the time the relationship fell apart, not enough that once Aelin had let him go Rowan had kept in contact. There's was a lot of missing information between then and now. Gods, had Aelin known and not told him? Is that why she had been getting progressively more distant over these past months?

Rowan waited, the feeling of wanting to empty the contents of his stomach returning in full force. His ears were straining for any indication that Lyria was still house. The front door closed and then he heard soft footsteps. She went to the bedroom first, saying his name softly–her voice wavering. She obviously didn’t find him there so she finally came to him. The door squeaked as she pushed it open and Rowan made a mental note to fix that before the baby came, he didn’t want them waking up because of the noise. That thought had him closing his eyes and leaning on the box that held the pieces of the cot, not even knowing where his future was heading.

Lyria was silent, waiting for Rowan to say something. So he did.

“Why?” he asked simply.

“I don’t know,” Lyria said quietly.

“Yes you do,” Rowan said coldly. “Stop trying to spare my feelings. Just tell me.”

Lyria walked over to the rocking chair in the corner, the only real piece of furniture in the room and eased herself down. At any other time Rowan would be over there, helping and hovering. But right now he was rooted to the spot.

“It was just after we had that big fight, the one about my car,” Lyria explained. That had been well over a year ago, this wasn’t the cause of the current problem. “I went out and I randomly ran into Sam. We got talking, he’d just had that messy breakup with Aelin so we were commiserating together. We exchanged numbers.”

“And then what? Swapping numbers doesn’t get you pregnant,” Rowan said as he finally turned around.

He saw Lyria in the chair, head tipped back as tears ran down her cheeks. “It was another fight, over something stupid I can’t remember now, and I told Sam and we went out and we got drunk. We’d been texting for a while, we had become friends and talking almost every day. Then suddenly that line blurred and we were more than that and that night he asked me to come back to his place, you’d headed out of town so I said yes. We had sex back at his place, and it was the worst mistake of my life.”

Rowan remembered that, he had the same blip in his memory over what exactly the fight was over, but he remembered leaving town overnight for work. He had tried to call Lyria so many times but eventually giving her the space he interpreted her silence to be asking for. And the truth of it was worse than he could have ever imagined.

“He loves you,” Rowan said, even though they broke his own heart.

“Yes.” Lyria’s reply came out with a sob.

“And do you love him?” At this point Rowan felt as though he was digging his own grave, each question and answer taking him deeper.

Another sob tore from Lyria and Rowan’s heart betrayed him, forgetting about his own pain and anger. All he wanted to do was hold his wife, kiss her and dry her tears, tell her none of it mattered. But still, he held back. He wanted to hear the answer first.

“No,” Lyria said but it lacked conviction. “I don’t know. But I know that I love you more.”

“That’s no consolation prize there, Ria,” Rowan said bitterly.

Lyria didn’t say anything, she just continued to cry and now was rubbing her stomach. Rowan had done that countless times, he had felt that baby move, talked to them, assured them that no matter what as their father he would always be there. But now…

That final question loomed in front of him, ready to drag him over the precipice of no return. Despite it all, Rowan couldn’t explain how the smile appeared on his face as he readied to say the words that could potentially haunt him for the rest of his life. He wouldn’t ask directly, he couldn't. Instead he’d delay the swing of the axe.

“Do you know?” He was a coward for delaying. “Do you know who the father is?”

Lyria nodded tears cascading over her cheeks, he watched them fall one after the other as she nodded, and he could tell her lies had reached their end. Hoping, more than believing that she was resolute in giving him an answer.

Rowan’s voice was so hollow he barely recognised it in his own ears as he said, “Tell me.”

~~~~~

There was a sturdy knock at the door and Aelin pushed Fleetfoot off her lap as she went to answer it. The food had arrived much quicker than she thought, she was always far too impatient to watch the actual delivery process on her phone. She tended to just get angry at the route her driver made or yelled when the wait time would randomly fluctuate. So instead she would place her order and just wait for the text. Aelin smiled at the prospect at take-out arriving, though on her way she realised that she hadn’t actually received the text indicating it was in fact here. Shrugging to herself as she swung the door open, assuming that the delivery guy had just forgotten. However, that smile fell when she saw who stood in her doorway.

It was Rowan.

~~~~~

Yeah, I'm definitely the worst. This one seems short but I promise the next one will make up for it. 

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