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rafecameronssl4t · 4 months ago
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arranged marriage au reader where her postpartum depression is so bad. where she barley picks at her plate, and when the doctors check in on her , they scold her for not keeping healthy for the baby to feed off her. and it’s to the point where rafe has to leave a trip early bc it’s so bad
You know I'll come || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
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A/n: incase you didn't read it before, make sure you read my important notice!!!
Warnings: ppd, angst, mention of fainting
Word count: 2,114
MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)
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“Y/n, you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” James said with a sympathetic sigh, his gaze fixed on the monitor while you sat on the lounge, your eyes glazed over as you stared blankly at the coffee table. The room was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the monitor and the occasional rustle of Anita’s movements as she adjusted the blanket draped over your lap.
“This is the third time you’ve passed out this week. You were lucky Anita was there to catch you before you could have seriously injured yourself.” James exchanged a concerned look with Anita, who stood close by with a worried expression. The gentle, almost maternal way Anita fussed over you spoke volumes about her deep concern.
“You must eat. Your body needs proper nourishment, not just for yourself but for Leo as well.” At the mention of your son, your eyes flickered up from the table, the name ‘Leo��� momentarily pulling you from your daze. “Where is he?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper as you attempted to sit up, only to be gently restrained by James.
“Leo is asleep,” Anita said softly, her tone soothing. She moved closer, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder as if to offer reassurance. James continued, his voice gentle but insistent, “Rafe has been informed of your condition and has decided to come home early. He’ll be arriving tomorrow morning.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, the confusion evident on your face. “Rafe isn’t supposed to be here until Friday,” you said, your voice tinged with disbelief as you tried to process the unexpected news. “Rafe is aware of how unwell you are right now. He deemed it necessary to return home early,” James explained, his tone gentle but firm.
Your mouth parted in a silent response, the weight of the news settling heavily on your shoulders. James continued gently, “But for now, you should rest. Take these, they’ll help you sleep.” He extended a small container of medicine towards you. With a grateful nod, you accepted the tablets, feeling their cool, smooth surface against your fingertips.
You placed them in your mouth and swallowed, the slight bitterness leaving a fleeting aftertaste. As the medicine began to take effect, James and Anita exchanged a look of quiet concern. The room felt heavy with the unspoken tension of your fragile state, and the soft rustling of the blanket seemed to amplify the stillness. You leaned back, letting the exhaustion overtake you, the weight of the day’s events and Rafe’s imminent arrival already beginning to blur into the dim haze of impending sleep.
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"Mr. Cameron, there’s news from Mr. Berkeley concerning your wife," Kate’s voice broke the quiet atmosphere of the plane as she approached Rafe, her iPad in hand. She hesitated for a moment, gauging his mood, knowing that any news related to you could quickly shift his temper. Rafe looked up from his laptop, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly, already bracing for the worst.
"What’s happened now?" His tone was clipped, the edge in his voice betraying the unease that simmered beneath his composed exterior. Kate took a breath, her fingers gripping the iPad a little tighter. "Mrs. Cameron fainted for the third time this week while walking down the stairs—" Before she could finish, Rafe’s expression darkened, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
"Is she injured? Is Leo okay?" His words, though direct, held an unmistakable undertone of worry that he barely managed to suppress. Kate glanced up from her iPad, her eyes meeting his with cautious reassurance. "No, sir. Y/n isn’t injured, and Leo wasn’t with her at the time." A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped Rafe as he leaned back in his seat, his hand moving to rub his temples.
The initial wave of panic subsided, but the underlying concern remained, gnawing at him. He closed his laptop with a resounding thud, the noise loud in the otherwise still cabin. "And this is because she isn’t eating well?" he asked, his voice flat but laced with frustration. "Yes, sir. Mr. Berkeley mentioned that Y/n has been struggling to finish her meals," Kate explained, her tone professional yet careful, aware of how delicate the situation had become.
Rafe scoffed, shaking his head in exasperation. "Of course she is," he muttered under his breath, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He stood abruptly, the tension in his body clear as his jaw tightened, hands flexing at his sides. The weight of responsibility, of having to constantly manage his wife’s well-being, pressed down on him. The sound of the plane’s engine hummed softly in the background, creating a quiet that felt too heavy, too filled with thoughts he didn’t want to dwell on.
His thoughts raced, caught between his commitments and the deepening worry that had taken root. Rafe’s decision was swift. "Tell Anthony to turn this plane around. We’re going back to Kildare." Kate blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sharpness of his command. "But, sir—" she began, her voice hesitant. "Did you not hear what I said?" Rafe snapped, his tone cold and commanding now. His patience, already thin, was gone. "Tell him to turn this plane around. Now." His blue eyes, usually so controlled, flashed with intensity as he stared her down.
Kate swallowed hard, nodding quickly before turning on her heel and making her way to the cockpit without another word. The weight of his anger, his concern for you, and the complicated web of their marriage hung in the air even after she left. Rafe stood there for a moment, alone in the silence. His fists clenched as he stared out the window at the endless expanse of sky, his mind already filled with thoughts of what awaited him back home.
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"Where is she?" Rafe's voice echoed sharply through the grand foyer as he shrugged off his blazer, his tone tense but controlled. Anita, always efficient and poised, was quick to take his suitcase from his hand. "She’s currently asleep on the sofa. Mr. Berkeley just left a couple of minutes ago," Anita informed him, her voice soft, trying to keep the atmosphere calm.
Rafe nodded, his expression tight as they walked deeper into the house, the weight of the past week’s events evident in his stride. "How is she?" he asked, his voice dropping to a quieter, almost hesitant tone. His usual composure was cracking, revealing the concern he so rarely let show. Anita glanced up at him, catching the rare flicker of vulnerability in his face.
A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips, sensing the subtle change in his demeanor. "She’s doing better. She ate a full meal last night and this morning," she replied, her words laced with reassurance. Rafe’s shoulders visibly relaxed at the news, though only slightly. "Good," he murmured, more to himself than to her.
As they reached the living room, the soft flicker of the TV caught his attention. The sound of cartoon characters filled the room, a stark contrast to the heavy emotions swirling inside him. Rounding the corner of the sofa, his eyes landed on you—fast asleep, curled up with the blanket tucked around you. Your exhaustion was evident, your face peaceful but pale.
However, Leo was wide awake, his small hands reaching out as he lay nestled beside you. Rafe's heart softened at the sight of his son, so innocent and oblivious to the storm brewing around him. Gently, Rafe scooped Leo up into his arms, cradling him with a tenderness that few ever saw. He pressed a kiss to Leo’s cheek, the gesture instinctive, as if grounding himself in the quiet moment.
Without a word, he turned off the TV, silencing the cartoons as the room fell into a soft hush. For a moment, Rafe stood there, holding Leo, his eyes drifting back to you, wondering how things had reached this point—his life so far from what he’d imagined, and yet, here he was, tethered to this quiet moment with you and Leo, torn between frustration, duty, and something he wasn’t ready to admit.
Rafe gently pulled the blanket further up your body, his fingers brushing the soft fabric as he ensured you were as comfortable as possible. For a moment, he lingered, his gaze softening as he watched you sleep, the rise and fall of your chest steady and peaceful. There was a quiet vulnerability about you now that tugged at something deep inside him—a feeling he didn’t often allow himself to dwell on.
With a quiet sigh, he turned away, careful not to wake you. As he walked toward the door, he called out, “Anita?” Anita appeared almost instantly, her usual calm and attentive presence filling the room. “Yes, Mr. Cameron?” she asked, her voice respectful but warm. “Have the chef prepare Y/n’s favourite meals,” he instructed, his tone firm yet carrying an unspoken urgency. “I want her to be eating properly, no excuses.”
His gaze flicked back to you for a second, as though making sure you were still resting soundly. Anita nodded, understanding the weight behind his words. “Of course, sir. I’ll take care of it immediately.” Satisfied, Rafe adjusted Leo in his arms, holding him close as he glanced back at you one last time before stepping out of the room. “Leo and I will be outside by the pool,” he added, his voice a little quieter now, as if the tension from earlier had begun to ebb slightly.
Anita nodded again, watching as Rafe walked away, his steps quiet and measured, the sound of Leo’s soft babbling accompanying him as they made their way toward the open terrace. There, Rafe hoped the fresh air and the familiar comfort of home might bring him some clarity as he processed everything—his thoughts still tethered to you even as he tried to focus on his son.
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Feeling a gentle hand on his shoulder, Rafe looked up, surprised to see you standing beside him. The colour had returned to your cheeks, and there was a small but genuine smile on your face. For a brief moment, relief softened his usually guarded expression. “How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, careful not to disturb Leo, who was napping peacefully on his chest.
You offered him another soft smile, walking around to sit on the lounge chair beside him. Your eyes lingered on the still waters of the pool, the calm reflection contrasting with the heaviness in the air. “I’m fine,” you replied, though your gaze remained fixed ahead. Rafe’s eyes stayed on you, his expression stern, not easily convinced by your words. “Did you eat?”
His tone was sharp, but there was an undercurrent of concern that you couldn’t ignore. You nodded slowly, though the hesitation in your movement gave away the effort it took. “I’m sorry you had to cut your trip short—” you began, wanting to apologise for the disruption, but Rafe quickly cut you off. “Don’t.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for further apologies.
He pressed a light kiss to the top of Leo’s head, his eyes briefly softening as he did so. “There’s no excuse for you to not eat,” he continued, his voice hardening again, as though the frustration he’d been holding back was finally spilling out. You looked at him, studying his side profile as he avoided your gaze.
His jaw was clenched, tension radiating from him, but it wasn’t the anger that struck you—it was the concern buried beneath it. You knew this dynamic between you, this mixture of obligation and care, was a complicated dance neither of you had perfected. Your fingers absentmindedly twisted the ring on your finger, a physical reminder of the ties that bound you both. “At least Leo is doing okay,” Rafe muttered, his voice softening as he made eye contact with you.
“That’s all that matters.” But the moment the words left his lips, he saw the shift in your expression. There was something in your eyes—an unspoken sadness, a flicker of something deeper that you kept buried. You swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in your throat. “Of course,” you replied, your voice steady despite the weight in your chest. You stood up slowly, your body feeling heavier than it had a moment ago.
“I’ll head back inside,” you murmured, already turning to leave. Rafe watched you move, the silence between you thick and uncomfortable. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words seemed to stick in his throat. Instead, he refocused on Leo’s sleeping form, his hand gently cradling his son’s small body as the feeling of missed opportunity settled heavily around him.
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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 7 months ago
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rival!seonghwa x fem!reader
Trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety
Content warnings: oral (f receiving), names (baby, sweetheart, pretty), choking, spitting, a little bit of hair pulling, seonghwa is actually obsessed with you
Summary: your colleague-turned-enemy pulls a prank on you.
Word count: 6.8k
A/N: so i actually got this request like a year ago buttttt life happened and i'm just now publishing it. anyways i hope you all enjoy it and will continue to support this blog by reblogging my work and commenting your thoughts! much love, angels. <3
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“I’m sorry, what?” You both said at the same time, eyes wide.
“Yes, unfortunately we only have one room left. We can prepare a walk letter for one of you to take to another hotel just a few minutes away and we will pay for your stay, but unfortunately we are fully booked.” The front desk clerk offered an apologetic smile.
“Okay…um…give us just a moment.” Seonghwa pulled you back from the desk as soon as you spoke, his expression dark.
“I’m not leaving, y/n, I’m fucking exhausted.”
“I wasn’t going to suggest you do. I’m more than happy to turn around and go back home.” You sighed, swiping your hand across your forehead. “Listen, if you’re staying here then I need the car. I don’t give a fuck how we do this, I just want to lay down.” Your lack of snark was concerning to him, given your usual form of communication was bickering.
He was silent for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. “Look, why don’t we both stay? You can cancel your reservation and save yourself the hassle of going somewhere else. I’ll get a rollaway bed and you can have the huge bed.”
Your cheeks flamed at the idea and you weren’t sure if it was due to indignance or something else. Even so, you caved quickly. “Are you sure?”
“We used to be friends, we can manage three nights together.” He rolled his eyes. The words ‘used to be’ hurt for some reason.
“Okay. But any funny business and I’ll hurt you.” You gave a warning glare before stepping back up to the desk. “You can cancel my reservation and give him the room.” You said before excusing yourself, making room for him at the desk.
That was how you’d landed yourself in your current predicament. “I’m a fucking idiot for letting you talk me into this.”
“You’re an idiot for less but okay.” He shrugged as he dropped his bag on the bed. “It’s not my fucking fault they ran out of rollaway beds. It’s also not my fault you’d rather eat rusty nails after having your wisdom teeth removed than share a bed with me.”
“Actually that last part is entirely your fault.” You snorted humorlessly as you rifled through your bag for your pajamas. A cold knot of anxiety settled in your stomach once more when you couldn’t find them. “Oh are you fucking kidding me?” You mumbled to yourself as you checked your bag again. Nothing. “Way to fucking go, y/n.” You sighed and held out your hand. “I need the keys.”
“For what?” Seonghwa asked even as he reached into his pocket.
“I can’t find my fucking pajamas.” You sighed again and he watched with concern as you raked a hand through your hair. “I’m pretty sure I left them on my bed when I was packing.”
Instead of the keys, a shirt landed in your hand. “I’ve got some basketball shorts too. They’ve got a drawstring so they’ll fit.”
“You’re being awfully nice.” You said cautiously. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch. I’m just not prepared to comfort you if you start crying - by the way, you look like you’re about to.” His usual sass was tinged with something else but you were sure it wasn’t concern.
“I am not.” You huffed before squashing your irritation as he handed you the shorts. “Thank you.” You mumbled begrudgingly as you made your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Left alone, he heaved out a sigh. What was he doing? He never really hated you, he was just upset over being passed on for the promotion and was mad that you were offered the position when you didn’t apply for it. He was more mad that you didn’t take the offer. He could’ve gotten over his jealousy had you not turned down the position but it felt like a slap in the face that you wouldn’t take something that was being offered to you when he would’ve pounced on the opportunity.
Now he was faced with the uncomfortable reality that he still had feelings for you and would be in extremely close proximity to you for three nights but you couldn’t stand him. Had things not soured between the two of you, he likely would’ve made a move during a trip like this. Now he was left with his feelings and no hope of having anything more than a series of arguments with you.
His heart stumbled to a halt for a brief moment before kicking into overdrive when you came out of the bathroom, hair wet from a quick shower, his clothes dwarfing your frame. Part of him was dying to get his hands on you, to kiss and claim every inch of you. You looked absolutely delectable wearing his clothes and his possessive streak was about to rear its head.
Instead, he cleared his throat and turned away. “It’s about time. Do you always take forever to get dressed after a shower?”
“Well now I'm tempted to take even longer next time. Don’t play with me.” You gave a fake smile as you circled the bed to where your bag still was. You lifted it off the bed and placed it on the floor by the nightstand then turned the sheets back and grabbed the can of disinfectant spray from a shopping bag. The two of you had already stopped by the store and you’d grabbed a small can.
“Is this really necessary?” He frowned in annoyance even as he humored you and followed suit, moving his things and turning his side of the sheets back.
“Yes it’s necessary. Do you know how many people touch these sheets even after they’ve been washed? Or how dirty those laundry rooms actually are? And don’t even get me started on the duvets.” You cringed as you began to spray the bed down, lifting the pillows on your side before circling the bed and working on his side.
“And we’re about to make it dirty by sleeping here. What is your point?” He rolled his eyes and grabbed his clothes from where he’d placed them on the opposite night stand. “Whatever. Have your fun. I’m going to shower.” And with that, he left you alone.
Once you were satisfied, you placed the can back in the bag and crawled into bed, cutting the light on your side off. You drifted off before he was even out of the shower.
When he returned, still toweling his hair, you were fast asleep. He was quick to turn the other light off to keep from disturbing you, even though he wasn’t ready to bed down just yet. He stood over you and watched for a moment, taking in the planes of your face. You looked so worried, so fatigued. What had changed for you in the time that your friendship had fallen apart? He didn’t think too hard about it and got in bed as well.
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Your presentation had been a failure and you were currently nursing your wounds at the hotel bar, trying to avoid Seonghwa. You knew he’d mock you and you couldn’t handle that at the moment.
You let out a deep sigh when he found you, turning further away from him when he sat beside you. “Please don’t.”
“Don’t what? Remind you of how badly you fucked that up?” He paused before feigning apology. “Oops. Too late.”
“Seonghwa please just stop.” You felt a lump forming in your throat and reached into your purse for your wallet.
“Why? You’re the one who screwed up, not me. You can’t seriously expect me to feel bad for you.” He did but he couldn’t stop digging the hole deeper.
“Seriously. Stop.” You forced out, rifling through your wallet as pressure built behind your eyes.
“Listen, I'm sorry you’re not good at public speaking or whatever, but that’s not my problem. It’s not my job to be your bestie.”
“Yeah, fucking obviously.” You finally spat as you tossed down a twenty and stood. “Just leave me the fuck alone, Seonghwa.” Your face was red and your vision was starting to blur with tears so you hurried off towards the elevator, not wanting to let him see you cry.
It wasn’t your fault you bombed the presentation. Your anxiety had choked out every word you’d tried to say so you’d fumbled through each slide and he’d stepped up, covering the information in a more coherent manner. If he’d been anyone else, you would’ve found comfort in the support, but he wasn’t someone who did things because he cared.
You stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for your floor before repeatedly smashing the ‘door close’ button but it was too late. He’d managed to get an arm in the door before it shut and stepped inside, an unnerving amount of concern etched on his face. Why was he concerned? He loved seeing you pissed off.
“Y/n…” He reached a hand out but you jerked your arm away as the doors slid shut.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Seonghwa.” Your voice cracked and you turned away so he couldn’t see the tears starting to fall.
“Y/n, stop.” He grabbed your arm more forcefully this time and spun you around. You looked down so he couldn’t see you properly and he just sighed as he pulled you into his chest. “I’m sorry.”
Those two words broke something in you and your shoulders shook with a silent sob. He rubbed circles on your back as you cried into his chest, his familiar scent slowly seeping into your bones and calming you as you finally reached the tenth floor after several minutes. Why the fuck was the elevator so slow anyways?
As soon as the door opened, you untangled yourself from him and headed off towards your room without a word. You weren’t sure what to say.
The second the door was shut, he reached for you again. “Y/n, we need to talk.”
“We’ve needed to talk for two years. Why now?” You were tired of trying to figure out what he wanted. Tired of the fighting that only seemed to encourage his irritating ways.
“Because I'm tired of hurting you.” He sighed, gently squeezing your bare shoulders. His warm hands on your skin offered a measure of comfort you hadn’t realized you needed.
“Why? You hate me.”
“I never hated you. I was angry at you.” He corrected, urging you towards the desk chair and forcing you to sit before he propped on the desk. “I didn’t understand how you could pass up such an amazing opportunity and I was angry that you didn’t want it as much as I did. It pissed me off that you could want to miss out.”
“Seonghwa, I never wanted that position. I’m comfortable where I'm at.” You sighed and crossed your legs. “Have you ever considered why I didn't take it?”
“I just said that.”
You ignored his snarky tone and carried on. “Not only did I not want the job, I knew that you did. It was partially out of self-preservation and partially out of respect for you.”
“If you’d respected me as much as you say, you would’ve taken the job and not seemed so ungrateful.” He deadpanned and you felt more tears, this time from frustration.
“I just told you I didn’t want it!” You exclaimed, uncrossing your legs and leaning forwards. “You saw what happened today. That would’ve been every day if I’d taken the promotion. It’s embarrassing and anxiety-inducing, something I frankly don’t need more of. I’m not mentally strong enough for that humiliation. I didn’t want to take it because I knew I’d fail.” You said bitterly as you stood and kicked off your heels. “And for the record, I told them you were a better fit. So if you want someone to be mad at, be mad at them. Not me. I tried to get you the job.” You spat and then you stormed into the bathroom, leaving him sitting in silence.
It took you fifteen minutes to get ready for bed and when you emerged from the bathroom, he was sitting on the foot of the bed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think to consider the full reasoning behind you turning down the promotion. I was just so angry that you were chosen and still refused.”
“You’ve always been more ambitious than me. You’re more comfortable in your own skin than I am. More confident.” You shrugged and sat on your side of the bed.
“Which is sad, quite honestly.” He smiled humorlessly. “Listen, I know this is my fault. Can we agree to stop the feud?”
“That depends on you. I don’t instigate, I react. So we can only stop this if you stop trying to get under my skin.” You shrugged and laid down, pulling the sheets up to your chin when he stood. “Now go take a shower.” You hummed and flicked off your lamp.
It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep once he left the room but the next morning, you awoke to a strong arm wrapped around your waist. You realized your head was laying on his other arm so you tried to move away but he pulled you in closer. “Seonghwa.” A sleepy grunt was his only acknowledgement. “Why are you cuddling with me?”
“You’re warm.” He hummed, his voice deep with sleep. Holy hell… “Must’ve moved in my sleep.” He hadn’t. He’d been holding you the whole time.
“Okay but you’re awake now. So why are you still holding me?” Your cheeks were rapidly heating at the realization that he was shirtless this time. He made an unconcerned ‘I dunno’ noise and shrugged but made no move to release you. You tried to wriggle away again and his grip tightened.
“Well now I can’t let you go.” His voice was laced with amusement. “Solely because you want me to.”
“Unhand me!” You cried, a smile already on your face as you struggled to get away again. He laughed and pulled you further against him. “Come on, I thought we were gonna act like adults.”
“I never agreed to that. I just said I’d stop being mean.” He pointed out as his fingers dug into your side, earning a soft squeal as you jolted. “And in the spirit of being nice, I won’t exploit your ticklishness right now.”
“You’re such an asshole sometimes.” You rolled your eyes, still smiling even as he finally released you.
“Go get dressed. I’ll make us some coffee.” He hummed. You did as he said, padding to the bathroom after grabbing your clothes. As soon as you were gone, he shot out of bed with a grin, ignoring how perfect you looked in his clothes. Just because he was being nice didn’t mean he couldn’t still prank you.
He brewed the coffee and mixed in the creamer and sugar like you liked - he’d observed you making your coffee many times and knew how you liked it - then dropped in the chocolate. He knew how much you loved chocolate so you’d be thrilled to have it in your coffee. It was like a milkshake with how much creamer was in it.
When you came out a few minutes later, he handed you the cup. “I added something for you.” He hummed, waiting for you to sip the drink, which you did cautiously. Your face lit up at the sweet flavor and you thanked him, not catching the mischief in his smile as you drank in comfortable silence.
“You know, part of me isn’t sure I should trust you just yet.” You admitted a few minutes after finishing your coffee.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll do my best to change that, okay?” You nodded and bit your lip as you settled against the headboard. “We’ve got the whole morning free. What do you want to do?”
“Honestly, I kind of want to go back to sleep.” You chuckled as he gathered his clothes to get ready for the day.
“I mean, you could.” He shrugged as he padded to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
In the short amount of time it took him to get ready for the day, you noticed something was off. You were warm and your breathing was picking up. You felt flustered at the memory of his shirtless form, sweats slung low on his hips, and your thighs squeezed together involuntarily. Why were you so turned on?
Your mouth went dry for a brief moment when he came back before watering as you took him in. He was in all black, his button down hugging his chest just right and his thighs looking powerful in his tight pants, and you wanted to pounce on him. What the fuck?
“You good?” He drawled, lifting a perfectly-groomed eyebrow.
“Yeah, why?” You responded immediately. That was far too quick for your liking.
“Because you look like a tomato and you’re eyeing me like a piece of meat.” He paused and made a show of moving closer. “Wait a minute…” He leaned down and examined you for a moment before grinning, faking shock. “Are you…turned on?”
“No!” You practically shrieked.
“You must’ve really liked that coffee.” He snorted as he righted himself.
Everything clicked at his words and your jaw dropped slightly. “What did you do?”
“Oh you know.” He shrugged as he went to his bag and reached inside. “Gave you a treat.” He grinned as he held up the pack of aphrodisiac chocolates.
“You motherfucker-” You chucked a pillow at him, indignation filling your words.
“Should I have one as well? Maybe we can fuck away the animosity.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he opened the box and pulled out the foil packet. When you hesitated to turn him down, his grin grew. “You want that? Want to fuck away all the bad feelings that ever existed between us?”
Your breath hitched as he broke off a piece of chocolate and lifted it to his lips. Finally, you nodded sheepishly. He quickly popped the candy in his mouth and let out a theatrical groan, both for your reaction and because it tasted amazing.
Your cheeks grew hotter at the sound and you averted your gaze, earning a laugh from him. “You’re too cute, y/n. You never struck me as the shy type.” He stalked towards the bed, lifting one knee onto the mattress as soon as he reached. “You wanna know what I think?” When you didn’t respond, he continued anyway. “I think that the second I get you naked, you’ll be a completely different person. You seem like a screamer. I bet you like it kinda wild.”
You hated how your body reacted to his drawl and you especially hated how quickly he figured you out but didn’t say anything to correct him. Instead, you simply accepted his advances when he moved closer and tipped your head back against the headboard. “Now’s your chance to back out.” He warned, his lips a hair’s width away.
Instead of verbally responding, you closed the tiny gap between the two of you. You felt a jolt of electricity when your lips touched. Immediately, something in him changed. He quickly lost his cool and began to devour your lips, his tongue delving into your mouth the moment your lips parted. You could taste the chocolate on his tongue and your pulse ratcheted up.
Your pussy throbbed when he let out a soft groan and you couldn’t stop your hands from moving to his chest. You deftly unbuttoned his shirt as his hands untucked your blouse and began to lift it. The instant you pulled back, your top was tossed aside and he urged you to stand. You didn’t want to move just yet, enjoying the feel of his lips on yours, but you complied quickly and a moment later he was knelt in front of you.
He pressed his forehead to your stomach as he took a steadying breath, then reached behind you to unzip your skirt. “This fucking thing has been taunting me for ages.” He growled as the material slid down your legs, revealing your already-soaked panties.
He pressed a kiss above your belly button, followed by one right below it, then another right above your panties. “How long?” Your voice sounded strange to you, never having been so rough in your life.
“Doesn’t matter. What matters right now is that I get a taste of your pretty pussy.” His gaze was heavy as his fingertips skimmed along your thighs, making your thoughts fuzzy. “May I?” He asked, fingers finally tracing along the edges of your panties.
You nodded quickly and he didn’t bother moving the material before pressing his tongue to you. The motion was meant to tease, as he quickly replaced his tongue with his nose and took a deep breath, groaning at the scent of your arousal.
Long fingers pushed your panties to the side a moment later, revealing your glistening folds to him. “Shit…” He hissed, his eyelids growing heavy as he zeroed in on your slick. Then his tongue was back on you, lapping at your mess. He locked eyes with you and his hands went to your ass, kneading the soft flesh there as his tongue worked you.
Seonghwa ate pussy like he’d been in the desert for days and your body was the first drop of water he’d stumbled across. Like a man starved. He was beyond enthusiastic and you were certain he’d wring you dry of orgasms before noon.
He sucked on your clit while pulling you impossibly closer and your jaw dropped, eyes fighting to stay open. “S-Seonghwa-” Your voice was a breathy moan as your hands tangled in his hair and he growled against you in appreciation, making sure you felt the vibrations.
You tugged at his hair in response and he gave a harsh suck, making your knees weak. You let out a soft curse and felt him smirk against you but couldn’t be bothered to be annoyed with his cockiness. He was too damn good at what he was doing for you to think about anything else.
Your head tipped back after a few minutes, soft moans flowing freely from your lips. You were doing well at keeping quiet so as not to disturb other guests but he’d change that. He was determined to make you scream and cry for him.
A soft nip to your clit had your spine straightening and your eyes flying open. “Oh fuck me-” You gasped at the pain that quickly gave way to pleasure as he soothed the sensitive bud with his tongue.
“Later, baby.” He teased before diving back in with renewed vigor, his tongue working faster as he felt you tensing under his touch. You shot him a glare but bit your lip hard when he laughed against you.
“Shit-” You whimpered, your grip on his hair tightening. He groaned at the sensation and you made another small sound. He knew good and damn well what he was doing to you and you didn’t want it to end, even as the knot in your belly began to unravel. “Oh- ‘m gonna cum-” You warned and he sucked on your clit once more, harder this time.
Your toes curled with the intensity of your orgasm. Your chest heaved and your head fell back as you let out a string of subdued moans and soft curses. Even as you came down from your high, he continued to lap at you and you felt a burning sensation under your skin. You could handle several orgasms but you needed a few minutes between each one.
“Hwa wait-” You whimpered. “Hold on.” You gently pushed him back and he reluctantly pulled away.
“The second I get you undressed and on that bed, my head is going back between your legs.” He warned as he stood, pulling you against him. His stiff cock strained against the confines of his pants, pressing against your belly, and you couldn’t help but reach out and palm him as he tipped your head back for a kiss.
You moaned softly at the taste of yourself on his tongue as he plundered your mouth, noticing the way his cock twitched at the sound. He wasted no time in unclasping your bra and tossing it aside, lightly pinching your nipple a moment later. You squeezed him through his pants in return and he nipped at your lip as he pulled you impossibly closer.
Impatient, you broke the kiss and began to sink to your knees but he stopped you. “Another time, baby. Let me take care of you this time, yeah?”
“But…”
He leaned in so his lips were right by your ear before whispering. “After all our meetings are done for the day, you can do whatever you want. We can come back here and you can have me however you’d like. How’s that sound, baby?”
You clenched around nothing, both at his words and the sound of his voice, rough with desire. “Anything I want?” He nodded. “You don’t know what you’ve just signed up for.” You grinned mischievously as he righted himself and pulled you against him.
“I’m more than happy to be your toy, sweetheart.” He hummed as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your panties. “Now let’s get these off so I can keep playing with you.”
He slid the material down your legs and you stepped out of the flimsy cotton only to be pushed backwards onto the bed. He crawled over you with a wolfish grin, one hand caressing your side. “You gonna let me go down on you again, pretty?”
“Please-” You nodded, your voice coming out as a breathy moan.
“Good girl.” He cooed, already moving down the mattress. He knelt beside the bed and hooked your legs over his shoulders, eyes locked on your dripping pussy. “God- you’re so fucking pretty, baby.”
You don’t bother trying to stop his praises, too focused on the way his lips seal around your clit once more. You never would’ve had a chance to respond even if you wanted to.
Instantly, the burn under your skin returned but in a more delicious way. Your hands tangled in his hair, guiding him this way and that. You knew you wouldn’t last long since you’d already had one orgasm so you decided to fully enjoy it and tell him exactly what to do.
Of course, he had other plans. He wanted to appreciate you in ways he’d only been able to dream of before. He wanted to take his time and drown in you. You tasted like Heaven, like he’d always imagined, and he couldn’t get enough.
After several moments of sucking and licking, he decided to try something else. Something he hadn’t been able to do while you were standing. His tongue pressed inside you and you immediately pressed against his touch, his nose bumping your clit at the same time. “Oh- Seonghwa, please-” You gasped out, pulling his hair hard.
He groaned against you at the sting and retracted his tongue only to plunge into you once more. In and out, in and out. He carried on like that for close to a minute before he retreated, tongue flicking over your clit once more. At your whine of dismay, he slid two fingers into you and curled them instantly, finding your g-spot in record time. It was as if he had studied your body for years and knew every inch of you. He’d wanted you for so long that he’d dreamt of doing so.
His impossibly-tight pants were constricting. They were getting on his damn nerves. But he wanted you to be the one to undress him so he didn’t dare try to shimmy them off. Not when he was finally able to bury his face between your legs.
You let out a loud whimper as he scissored his fingers and lapped at your cunt, your back arching off the bed. “Fuck- ‘m close, Hwa-” You warned, thighs beginning to tremble. He was too fucking good and you were too high strung to hold back.
As you clenched around his fingers, coming undone as soon as the words left your mouth, he let out a long groan against you. You felt him shift under your legs but didn’t bother trying to figure out why as you allowed wave after wave of white hot pleasure to cascade over your body, back still bowed off the bed.
He helped you through it, sucking and nipping at your clit until you were certain you’d gone up in flames. You gently pushed him away, chest heaving, and he stood between your legs. “I’m so giving you the sloppiest blowjob later.” You panted, smiling up at him as he moved over you.
“I’ll look forward to it.” He grinned as he leaned down to catch your lips in a messy kiss. You reached for his pants as you kissed and made a small sound when you found a wet patch across the front.
“Did you-”
“Yeah. You tasted too good and looked too perfect for me to hold back.” He admitted shamelessly as his lips trailed to your neck. He was careful not to leave any marks since you had another round of presentations you needed to look presentable for later in the afternoon.
“There’s no reason that should be so hot.” You murmured, slipping your hand inside his soiled boxers. You didn’t care if it was dirty, you needed to touch him. Lewd sounds quickly filled the room as you stroked his cock, pride swelling in your chest when he bucked into your touch.
“Wait.” He stopped you even as he rocked his hips once more. “I need to be inside you. Are you still on the pill?”
“IUD.” You said as you lifted your messy hand to your mouth and began to lap up his cum.
His jaw dropped as he watched you lick your fingers clean, eyes glazing over with lust. “Fucking hell…” He groaned, pulling back abruptly. He wasted no time in kicking off his pants and underwear, trying to clean himself at least a little before he rejoined you on the bed. “You’re going to be the death of me, y/n.”
“There’s worse ways to go.” You teased, pulling him down for another sloppy kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer in invitation. A string of saliva connected your lips when he pulled back, which you quickly leaned up and licked away, earning a soft curse. You leaned up once more to whisper in his ear as he lined up. “Fuck away all the bad feelings, Seonghwa. You promised.” Then you gently clamped your teeth on his earlobe, reveling in the choked noise he made.
“You’re a demon.” He hissed as he pressed in, gasping at how tight you felt. You whimpered at the stretch and tugged him closer, lip catching between your teeth. “So fucking tight for me, baby. So perfect.”
You moaned at his words, clenching involuntarily around him. You loved the praise and he knew as much now. He finally rocked his hips and you let out a soft whine at the friction. “You’re so big…” You moaned as you allowed yourself to fall back against the sheets, hair fanning out around your head in a halo.
Stars danced in his eyes as the sight of you beneath him. This was a religious experience and he was already in the clouds. And you were praising him? He felt like he might die if you continued to comment. Your approval was all he ever needed and to get the validation in bed too was enough to have him on edge. He was fighting hard to stay composed so was trying to distract himself with random thoughts but you were clouding his senses and he couldn’t focus on anything else.
He gave a deep thrust and you let out a reedy moan, guiding his hand to your chest so he’d thumb over your nipples. Instead of simply teasing, he pinched you and your eyes rolled back. “Harder.” You demanded, unsure of what you were referring to. Did you want him to pinch your nipples harder or did you want him to fuck you harder?
He couldn’t tell either but gladly did both, relishing the sound you made. “You like that?”
“So much.” You nodded enthusiastically. “Need more. Please?” You pleaded, gasping when he pinched your nipple again.
“So impatient.” He tutted. “I love it. You’re so desperate for me that you can’t wait. How cute.” He continued, his hand sliding up to your throat. “Don’t worry, I’ll train you to be patient.” His smile darkened as he began to apply pressure to the sides of your throat, cutting off blood flow. His hips slowed and you whimpered but he briefly tightened his grip in warning. “Be a good girl and take what I give you, yeah?” You nodded furiously and he snapped his hips forward, knocking the air from your lungs. “Good girl.”
You weren’t on this planet anymore. You weren’t even in this universe. The whole ordeal was so hot that you were in your own world, focused only on the pleasure and the oddly-comforting weight of his body on top of yours.
“Open.” He demanded suddenly and your jaw instantly fell slack. “So obedient.” He cooed as he leaned closer before pursing his lips. Oh god is he about to do what I think? Fuck. You gripped his wrist as he spit into your mouth, a pathetic noise slipping out. “Swallow.” You did so eagerly, your entire body spasming at how hot it was. His jaw dropped at the way you suddenly clenched around him and he quickly pulled out, cumming across your thighs. “Fucking hell, baby. You like it that much? Fuck.” He panted as he stroked himself through his high, groaning when you nodded and reached to rub tight circles over your clit to guide yourself through your own orgasm.
He looked stunning like that. His jaw hung slack, his eyes half-lidded from the intense pleasure. He looked fucked out. He looked so fucking beautiful. He was art.
“Please.” You whispered breathlessly. “One more. Need to cum one more time. Need you to cum one more time. Please?” You begged, vision whiting when he squeezed your throat again.
“So needy, baby. Want me to fuck you so dumb you drool? Is that it?” His tone was nothing but adoring even though his words were meant to sting a bit and your heart throbbed in your chest. Was this more than fucking away tension and animosity? “Flip over. Lemme see that perfect ass.” He pulled away and you quickly complied, wiggling your ass as soon as you were in position. “God- you’re so fucking perfect, y/n. So perfect.” He praised as he squeezed your soft flesh.
“Seonghwa…” You whimpered his name as you tried to push yourself back onto his cock. “I need you so bad. Please?”
“I can’t say no when you ask so nicely, baby.” He said as he lined up and pressed into you. “Fuck- this pussy was made for me, pretty. Feels so fucking good.” He breathed, setting a rough pace from the start. His hips slapped against your ass as he plowed into you, driving you into the mattress.
You couldn’t help but cry out when he slammed into you so hard he knocked you forward. Your knees would be so irritated from the position and the way the sheets rubbed against your skin but you couldn’t care less. You simply wanted to feel him. He was all you needed at the moment.
He suddenly pulled you up from where your face was buried in the sheets and wrapped his hands around your throat for leverage. “You take my cock so well, sweetheart. Like you were made for it. Were you made for me?”
“Yes!” You gasped, jolting when he brushed your cervix. “Yes, I was made to take your cock and anything you give me.”
Lewd sounds filled the air as he repeatedly slammed into you, your mess running down your thighs to mingle with his. You’d need new sheets brought in by the time you were done. You almost felt bad for the housekeepers who would service your room later this afternoon. Almost. You couldn’t feel too bad with Seonghwa balls-deep inside you.
“You’re gonna make me cum.” He warned suddenly as he released your throat and you bit your lip hard. “Where do you want it, baby? I’m already so close.”
“Everywhere.” Your request was simple and it drove him over the edge. He pulled out as he came, covering your ass and thighs with his release. His breathing grew ragged as he allowed the pleasure to overwhelm him and he let out what was easily the sexiest sound you’d ever heard a man make, his voice pitching low in a way that made you clench around nothing.
Before you could reach between your legs to finish yourself off, he was back inside you and working faster than before, even as he began to get overwhelmed from the pleasure. He could feel you tensing with your impending orgasm and he wanted to be the one to send you over the edge one last time before you had to go shower again. “Don’t you dare touch yourself, baby. I’m gonna make you cum. Understood?”
You nodded quickly, thighs beginning to tremble from the sensation overtaking your body. “Yes! ‘M so close, Hwa. Please make me cum. Please!” You begged and he immediately reached around to toy with your clit. Tears sprung into your eyes at the pleasure flooding your body and fire spread beneath your skin.
“I can feel you trembling, pretty. Why don’t you just let go? Cum all over my cock, baby.” He coached and you couldn’t fight it anymore. A cry ripped from your throat and tears began to roll down your cheeks as your final orgasm crashed into you. “That’s right. Just like that.” His deep voice spurred you on as he tangled a hand in your hair, pulling just hard enough for the most delicious sting to spread out over your scalp. “Good girl.” You let out a choked sob at the name, delirious from the pleasure and gratification.
As you slowly came down from your high, he gently released your hair and smoothed his hands down your back. “You did so well for me, sweetheart. So perfect.” You whimpered softly at the praise as you collapsed against the mattress. He slipped out of you and immediately laid beside you, still rubbing your back with one hand. “You okay?” He asked as soon as he saw your tears. You nodded weakly, utterly spent. “Words, baby.”
“I’m okay. That was just…intense.” You murmured, suddenly exhausted.
“It was.” He agreed quietly, reaching to brush your hair back from your face. After several beats of silence, during which he took his time admiring you and playing with your hair, he spoke again. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
Your cheeks heated up and you fought the urge to hide your face. “Can I ask you something?” He nodded so you continued. “Earlier you said my skirt was driving you crazy. How long? You didn’t answer me before.”
“Too long.” When you didn’t respond, he let out a soft sigh and began to explain. “I always felt like shit for it but I've wanted you since day one. The moment we met, I knew I needed you. And seeing you in that damned skirt week after week drove me absolutely insane.”
“Why would you feel like shit for that?”
“Because we were friends. I shouldn’t have wanted you the way that I did. They always say women can’t have male friends because they all wanna sleep with you and I felt like I was only proving that right and risking our friendship.”
“Well if it’s any consolation, I’ve always found you insanely attractive too and have had my fair share of untoward thoughts.” You grinned and he let out a soft laugh. After a few beats of silence you spoke again. “I have another question.”
“Shoot.”
“Why the fuck did you have those chocolates on this trip in the first place?”
“We should get cleaned up.” He hummed as he sat up, clearly not wanting to answer. He had a secretive smile on his face and you rolled your eyes.
“You’re such a pain.” You sighed in exasperation. “Just tell me.”
“Well I hadn’t anticipated being the one helping you with it but I did plan to inconvenience you a bit.” He laughed and you sat up to chuck another pillow at him.
“You’re such an ass.”
“I’m your ass though.” Your cheeks pinked at the thought and you nodded slowly, liking the idea more than you’d anticipated.
“Yeah. I guess you are.”
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cheapshrimpysheep · 1 year ago
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You Will Stop the Wedding! - Riddle Rosehearts
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SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.
CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts x Reader
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration
WORD COUNT: 800 words
Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia
Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim
COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.
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CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And he just found out that someone was you.
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OFF WITH HER HEAD!!! How dare they kidnap you?! His face immediately turns red with anger. Having discovered this at a Housewardens reunion, Kalim is trying to calm him down.
They manage to get him to control himself by saying that if he appears in front of the princess like an angry crazy person it could be worse for you. He shows that he was offended by the "angry crazy person" part, but begins to control his anger.
He, along with Ace, Rook and Epel, form the rescue group. And everything goes more or less as in the original story. The difference is that Riddle asks Ace to stop the ghosts instead of him volunteering to do so. This is because if only one of them can get to you, it will be him!
Like the rule-obsessed person he is , he waits for the right moment to step in and shout, "I OBJECT!" And he still tries to follow the plan of pretending to be in love with the princess for then putting the ring on her finger. But while he does this he ends up looking at you and at that moment all the false words escape him.
“I... can't do this. I can't lie like this.” He straightens up and looks at the princess very seriously. “The truth is: I'm not here for you, princess. I'm here for the person you kidnapped and are forcing to marry you.”
The princess begins to defend herself saying that she didn't kidnap anyone.
“ENOUGH!” His face was starting to turn red and his voice was starting to get rougher. “I'm tired of your delusional excuses. You will stop this wedding and give (Y/N) back to me!” He pulls out the magic pen and a battle ensues.
The other three still manage to join him, but end up losing the battle against the giant Guard. As with the others, the princess goes to them to slap them in the face for their insolence and to petrify them. But when she does it with Riddle... he can still move. Everyone gasps, including the princess. When the guards ask what's going on, the princess says it can only mean one thing.
Her slap is capable of petrifying anyone, except those who have already found their true love. The reaction from all NRC students is like "What the F-?!" And Riddle's reaction is getting his face red, slightly different from his usual red of anger.
She starts to feel sorry for herself and jealous of you for having someone who loves you so much to the point of doing all that and still being immune to her slap. While she is lamenting, the guard who is in love with her ends up declaring himself and such, and that ending of her discovering that she is also in love is what happens.
After everything, while the others are tidying up and cleaning the Cafeteria, you and Riddle leave the room to talk alone.
“I just wanted to clarify what happened.” He still couldn’t look you in the eyes. “About the things I said.” You ask if it was about that thing about him telling the ghosts to give you back to him and he blushes. “Yes. I apologize. In no way was my intention to suggest that you were my property. That would be completely outrageous. But... I'm also not sure why I said those words specifically. I know there are more polite ways of saying what I intended but...”
“And what did you intend to say?” you ask. And to give him more confidence to tell the truth you add that you were very happy to see him showing up to rescue you. And about what the princess said about why he wasn't petrified by her. You say it in a way that conveys that your feelings could be mutual.
“I don't know about true love.” He says, finally looking at you. “But I know the anguish I felt when I found out what had happened to you. The anger I felt for what they did to you. And the fear I felt of losing you. I don't know if this is true love, but I know I've never felt and probably never will feel something so strong for someone who isn't more than a friend to me.” he takes your hands and takes them to his chest. “I wish I could say for sure that I love you, but that's what I need first: certainty. I've never felt this before and so I don't want to say something so meaningful without certainty.” He looks you in the eyes, with the most tender and sweet look and smile anyone could ever see on him. “But I do adore you.”
If you also declare yourself to him, it will be inevitable that your lips will meet each other.
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shun-nie · 1 year ago
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SatoSugu x reader
=>They can't reach you while you're on a mission.
—>a little angst to fluff
!!!!!swearing, gn!reader, mentions of death!!!!!
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"Why did Yaga-Sensei gave the mission to Y/N anyway?" Satoru said as he frowned, you left early this morning and still didn't came back.
"Because Y/N always finishes their work smoothly, they always thinks logically and moves smart in missions." Suguru replies, he missed you too. He was also annoyed that Yaga-Sensei gave the mission to you but it was understandable why he did that. Suguru sighs, he and Satoru were sitting on a bench, sulking beacuse you're not here.
"I missed Y/N, Suguru. Why haven't they come back yet? The mission shouldn't be too hard for them right?" Satoru whined, it was so boring without you. And you always finished the missions quickly, plus you would call them if you were going to be late. Suguru frowned, what if something had happened to you? Sure you were strong and smart (pretty too) but anything could happen right?
Suguru immediately took his phone out of his pocket, went into his contacts and tapped your name. Satoru stopped whining and turned his gaze to Suguru, watching him get impatient as you didn't pick up. Suguru called you for the second time, after ringing a few times, he heard the message "the person you are calling cannot be reached at the moment, please try again later". Suguru looked at the phone screen, why weren't you picking up?
"They usually pick up the phone even if they're busy..." Satoru said quietly, he was thinking the worst scenario. Did you got hurt? Oh god. What if you did?
Suguru got up from the bench and looked at Satoru, Satoru undertood what he meant even if he didn't say anything. He stood up as well, they both walked off to find Yaga.
[meanwhile]
"Fuck, this shit hurts." you said as you clenched your fists, pressing a cloth over the bleeding wound. The mission went smoothly, there was two 1st grade curses. You got rid of them but then a special grade showed up, and there was a little girl in its hands. You had to save the child first, you did save the child and killed off the special grade but you were injured badly.
"Y-Y/N-san, please don't-please don't die!!!" the little girl cried out, tears running down her face. You panicked a little but calmed down.
"Hey, I won't die. Don't worry. I'm one of the strongests, y'know?" you grinned, you actually felt like shit and your head was hurting, there was a ringing in your ears, your phone was broken, you were bleeding from multiple spots. 'Fuck, I'll probably die.' you thought, guilty that you lied to the little girl.
"W-what do we do?! You'll die!!!" the little girl cried even louder, hugging your body close. Not wanting to let go. You sighed and pat her head, thinking of a way out.
"Say, what's your name?" you asked gently.
"Y-Yume..."
"Yume, that's a pretty name. Just like you." You said and smiled, Yume wiped her tears. Looking at you.
"Yume, can you find me a long stick?"
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"Sensei, we have to look for them!! Let us leave!!
"I said no, Satoru. Y/N is strong, no need to worry about them."
Satoru clenches his teeth, clearly angry. Yaga refused to tell where you are and both Satoru and Suguru were worried about your safety. Sure, you were strong. There is no doubt in that, but you were still human and not an immortal. You could've die while they were sitting on a bench doing literally nothing. Suguru frowned at the idea of you dying alone, he wouldn't want that. You didn't deserve that.
Yaga couldn't reach you too, you didn't pick up his calls either. He was worried too, but he knew you were strong and believed that you would manage to get the work done.
"Sensei, we know Y/N is strong. But that doesn't change the fact they can get hurt." Suguru said, trying to remain calm. Yaga looked at them and opened his mouth to talk but Haibara opened the door harshly, he had a scared look on his face. Satoru and Suguru shared a look before looking at Haibara, Yaga was about to scold him for not knocking but he got silent as his eyes widened at Haibara's words.
"SENSEI!!! Y/N-SAN CAME INJURED, THEY'RE NOT BREATHING!!!!"
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"..-/N...!"
".Y/-....!"
"Y/N!!"
"..The hell do you want? Don't scream in my ear you dumb fuck..." you said with a tired tone and opened your eyes slowly. Blinking multiple times to adjust the lights.
You saw 2 familiar faces when you opened your eyes, then you sense that there are 3 people in the room. All the eyes on you.
"Glad to see you're the same even if you came back from death." you heard Shoko's voice, she sound tired. And her voice was hoarse, did she cry?
You tried to process what had happened for a few seconds, and when you remembered what had happened, you immediately sat up in bed. Your head, throbbing as you did so. Suguru and Satoru were looking at you with concerns, Satoru probably cried as his eyes were red. Oh. Oh shit.
"Yume...Where is Yume? Is she okay?" You asked quickly, turning your gaze to Shoko, she sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, there was not even a scratch on her body. She's sleeping in your room." Shoko said and got silent for a moment before talking again.
"You almost died and you're not even worried about yourself..?" Shoko said quietly. You sighed and let Suguru lay you down on the bed.
"I'm sorry. The special grade just showed up, I couldn't just left Yume to it's hands." you replied quietly, "Sorry..." You said again. Suguru kissed your forehead, he was holding your hand as your other hand was being held by Satoru. Shoko walked over to your bed and kissed your cheek, it hurted to see you in this position.
"Just rest, yeah? Don't worry much about it." she said and walked towards the door, leaving the room to smoke her stress off. You were left with Satoru and Suguru, Satoru was resting his head on your stomach as he played with your fingers. Suguru was stroking you hand with his thumb, probably think of which words he should say.
"Satoru, Suguru. I'm sorry I worried you both." You said, not looking at them. Satoru pulled his chair closer to your bed, kissing the side of your lip softly before grinning. Teasing you about how depressed you sound, you teased back telling he looks as depressed as you. Suguru watched you both and smiled to himself.
He was glad you didn't left them.
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mxltifxnd0m · 2 months ago
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having a witch s/o headcanons ⟡ s. winchester
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pairings: sam winchester x witch! reader, sam winchester x gn afab! reader
word count: 1.8K
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warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', mentions of death and violence, some angst, fluff, dean being dean and not liking witches, [a part of season of the witch verse!]
a/n: ahhh im so excited for this little universe i've created and i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i had making it!!
as always enjoy the fic! please like, comment, and reblog! your feedback fuels me <3
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𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
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⟡ before dating you/ how you met: 
the two of you didn’t exactly get off on the right foot when you guys met for the first time 
you taught at the local university in your town, trying to live as normal as a life as you could while being a witch
the boys were on a hunt in the town you were living in, and they thought that you were the witch that was killing the college students (they were your previous students, hence why they came to that conclusion) 
they had tried cornering you in your office after hours while you were working late but you managed to escape their grasp and flee. (you called in sick the next day and canceled classes) 
after the minor altercation the three of you had, you managed to track down the winchesters and confront them at their motel room, and you explained the situation to them (it was a rogue witch from your father’s previous coven that was seeking revenge on your family since they were betrothed to each other but your father had fallen in love with your mother, running away, and then having you)
you knew about the winchesters, who hasn’t? so you knew that they would be hesitant about accepting your help, but you weren’t doing it to help them; you were doing it to save your own behind and save your students 
dean outright refused your help, but sam, being the smart man he was, knew that without your help or knowledge, tracking down that witch would be difficult, so a hushed conversation later (you heard every single word that they said in that small motel room) they had accepted your help on the condition if you ever stepped out of line that they wouldn’t hesitate on killing you 
you rolled your eyes at their threat but agreed (you haven’t killed a human being in all of your years of being alive so you weren’t going to start now, though with dean’s attitude towards you, you just might break that record) 
working with the winchesters was like pulling teeth, but at the end of it all, you guys killed the witch, and the winchesters went on their merry way. 
you were hoping that would be the first and last time you’d ever see their faces, but alas fate is a mistress that you hate to serve, and they ended up at your office, posing as FBI agents once again and needing your help (it was mostly sam asking and dean standing next to him stone-faced)  
you flat out refused to help them, not wanting to be pulled into their world of crazy (your mother made sure you had as normal a life as you possibly could, and you weren’t going to give that up for the winchesters), so you swiftly sent them out of your office   but you weren’t very lucky later that night when sam had shown up on your doorstep and all but intruded on what you thought was going to be a quiet night
against your better judgment, you invited the gentle giant into your home, and you shared the pizza that you had ordered in silence before he tried once again to ask for your help 
it was either the wine you had consumed or his pleading puppy dog eyes (it was probably the combination of both) but you found yourself saying yes to help them 
you swore to yourself that this was the only time that you would help them 
but newsflash, they didn’t end up happening, after that hunt, you and sam had exchanged numbers, and you found yourself texting sam and helping them out with either research or spells that they needed for a hunt 
hell, even dean had gotten ahold of your number and texted you for help (but this was very rare and sam was typically the person to reach out and ask for help) 
then the texts with sam had crossed over from just asking for help and the two of you started to have friendly conversation with one another 
it was nice, being able to chat with him, you knew that sam was kind and intelligent in his own right so the two of you texted each other often before it turned frequent 
months had passed, and you had a tentative friendship with sam but before you knew it, you had developed feelings for the taller winchester and you were a little terrified about it (you knew that sam was generally more open about monsters, but there was a little voice in the back of your head telling you that he could always turn on you) 
you became distant with him, trying to be discrete about it but sam was perceptive and called you out on it, and you gave him a bs excuse about it 
turns out that wasn’t enough because a day later, he had shown up on your doorstep like he did when he asked for your help that night and practically confessed his feelings towards you
you were shocked by it, but managed to tell him that you felt the same, you melted seeing the grin that he gave you before he leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss 
⟡ dating sam winchester 
at first, the two of you took it slow; you didn’t want to rush with sam, considering that you felt so strongly for him and sam to you
sam also had to deal with dean, knowing how his brother felt about witches, and even if you guys were on decent terms, the two of you had no idea how he’d feel if his little brother was dating a witch. 
so sam kept it from dean, but it wasn’t going to be for long, just until the two of you were comfortable telling him, but considering you lived a couple of states away, you’d hope it be soon because you knew that the older winchester wasn’t dumb and would question sam about his whereabouts if he visited you often. 
the two of you did long distance, which was difficult, to say the least, not seeing each other for weeks at a time, and with you teaching and sam traveling the states for hunts, it left a lot to be desired, but you guys found workarounds for it  
but there was an insistence that sam didn’t respond to your texts for at least three days, which was out of the norm (he usually took a day to respond if he couldn’t find time to respond if he was out on hunts) and so you panicked and tracked sam’s phone to a hospital (which worried you immensely). you immediately high-tailed it to the location where his phone was. you burst through the hospital doors, and dean was waiting in the lobby for his brother to be discharged and was confused to see you here 
then sam came walking (limping) down the hallway, and his eyes landed on yours, and before he knew it, your lips were on his, but he sank into your embrace nonetheless (dean looked at this scene with wide eyes and when you guys broke away, you expected dean to drag you off of his brother and possibly kill you) 
lucky for you and sam, dean liked you enough that you had his permission to date his brother (but that didn’t mean that he pulled you out of the motel room that the boys were staying in and threatened you lightly) 
soon after dean had given his seal of approval, sam asked you to move in with him in the bunker after a year of dating
you almost said yes immediately, but you said you would think about it since that would mean uprooting your life and abandoning a life of normalcy
it only took a week to think it through and about a month and a half later, you were moved into the bunker in Lebanon, Kansas living with the boys was a huge adjustment at first, but you guys eventually found your groove, and you had become an important asset in helping them out on research and spell work 
speaking about spell work, since you were born with your abilities (thanks to your father), magic came easy to you, but you only worked with healing magic and light magic (you studied everything else; it was good to be knowledgeable about all facets of the craft) 
but your healing salves and magic came in handy in their line of work any time they were injured 
you had a separate workspace when working with your craft (you had cleared out an old room that wasn’t being used and they were okay with it) 
you found yourself in that room more often than not and usually sam would come in and just study you as you bustled around the room (his gaze never strayed from your focused face as you worked and found it adorable when you slightly jumped when you looked up from the book you were reading to find sam smiling at you) 
sam never really expressed his feelings about learning about the magic you used, so you were thoroughly surprised when sam came to you asking if you could teach him 
you weren’t sure at first but eventually caved (those damn eyes of his would be the death of you) 
he was a good student and a fast learner, which shouldn’t have surprised you considering you knew how smart he was
but dating sam while you lived with him was a breeze (bar from the fact that even when he was a human heater, he stole the covers often and the little spats the two of you had, which most of the time were solved in a matter of hours and led to great sex) 
it was the first time in a relationship that you felt like you could be yourself for once, having to brush off the side of yourself as a hobby or hide it from your partners 
but with sam, you didn’t need to hide it and it felt so freeing
sam was understanding, compassionate, sweet, gentle, and so many more things that you could rattle off but it would take too long to even explain, but you couldn’t have asked for a better person to be your partner 
he’d given you the pet name of jinx, and at first it sounded like a nickname that dean would have given you, but it slowly grew on you, and he was the only one who could call you that (mainly because you threatened bodily harm if dean had called you by it) 
so in return, you’d given him the pet name of “my heart” which you thought was fitting because he did have it fully and you loved the blush that crept up his neck and bloomed on his cheeks when you called him by it
there were always going to be bumps in the road, and life-ending events looming over the two of you, but you were convinced that if he was by your side and you by his, you guys could do anything 
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atsumwah · 1 year ago
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"if you had to pick"
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featuring : daichi, oikawa, kita
includes : fluff
notes : this has been in my drafts for way too long ahhh
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☆ SAWAMURA DAICHI
practice was over and you guys still had some time left so why not play a game?
tanaka had roped everyone to sit in a circle and play truth or dare so here you were
it was your turn and obviously, not wanting to do some stupid dare by him, chose truth
"if you had to pick between all of us, who would be the best boyfriend?" tanaka asked
you didn't even hesitate on that. "daichi, for sure."
you had a little crush on him, sure, but then again maybe that was too fast
that earned a few hollers and mischievous looks coming from your friends, especially your trouble making juniors.
"oh and why's that?" noya asked with a wink.
you try your best to change the subject but everyone seemed interested in your answer
including daichi who was sporting a blush
"well he's already boyfriend material. a good brother, an even amazing captain, not to mention a real gentleman —" it was your turn to blush when you caught yourself rambling "—so yeah theoretically that's the most obvious answer. okay next"
thankfully it went to someone else and you sighed in relief when the spotlight was off you
after hanging out , you made your way home but you were stopped by daichi himself
"you know if you want, you could see if your theory was true," he said smoothly but you could see a hint of blush on his cheeks as he spoke
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☆ OIKAWA TOORU
you knew something would happen when you hung out with the four of them
it was your monthly movie night with the boys so you're all at oikawa's house this time
you still made time for each other despite your schedule
iwaizumi claimed the single arm chair, makki and mattsun sat on the floor and you were seated next to oikawa on the couch
you didn't mind though, maybe some part of you was hoping you were seated next to your crush
you were watching a movie about these friends having a backup husband/wife and makki got really interested in the idea.
it's not a surprise when he stopped mid movie to ask you guys
well, technically, ask you
"say y/n if you had to pick one of us to be your backup, who would it be?"
you looked around them before answering. "oikawa"
said setter looked at you in surprise while makki had this mischievous look in his eyes.
"oh do tell us more."
"he's gonna go pro right?" was the first thing that came to your head aside from the obvious fact you had a crush on him. "might as well marry the rich."
"so you'd marry him for money?"
"and the good looks" you joked before continuing.
"KIDDING but he's actually sweet and I think he'd make a great backup husband"
cue awwing from makki and oikawa subtly hiding his blush
"okay but what makes you think he would want you as his backup" mattsun chipped in
and immediately all eyes were on the man of the hour
you knew it was a silly game but you'd hope he'd pick you
oikawa looked around and cleared his throat before answering.
"well obviously not y/n"
you rolled your eyes at that but deep down that kind of hurt
"why would I have you as my backup when I could have you now?"
say what
you whipped your head towards him and saw how he's blushing
"she's totally gonna reject you now, dude."
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☆ KITA SHINSUKE
it is no secret that kita is the perfect gentleman
that is the only reason being inarizaki's manager is so bearable
and you know the humongous crush you had on him helped too
anyway
you were filling up some forms for the team and they were hanging out near you, literally just wasting time and suna decides to ask you questions
and suna just casually goes "y/n if you had to pick one of us to date who would it be?"
"kita."
he didn't stop there
"pick someone who'd you kiss?"
"pick someone you'd kill for?"
"pick someone who'd you cook and clean for"
"look, i'll save you some time. if kita is an option, i pick kita." you said, clearly distracted and not knowing said captain was just behind you blushing like hell
atsumu had other ideas cue evil laugh
"ah, so you have a crush on him huh?"
"isn't that obvious." you retorted.
"it wasn't obvious to me."
you froze. literally frozen on the spot as kita comes up from behind you.
earth please swallow me whole
"oh haha it was a dumb games anyways let's forget about it."
"ah, shame. because I'd do all those things only for you too."
cue sneaky teasing kita
also cue you short circuiting
safe to say this was just the beginning
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reblogs are appreciated luvss <3
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megalony · 10 months ago
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One In A Million
This is an Evan Buckley imagine that I had an idea for, I hope you all like it. Any feedback would be lovely. I am trying to work my way through requests and trying to branch out into writing for Bobby too.
Taglist: @lunaticspoem@sj-thefanthefan@hellsdragon@im-an-adult-ish@crazylittlethingg@allauraleigh@onceuponadetectivedemigod@ceres27@avyannadawn@sleepylunarwolf@coverupps@justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @luula @missdreamofendless @bradleybeachbabe @woderfulkawaii  @amberpanda99 @daggersquadphantom @marvel-and-chicago-fan @angryknightstatesmantrash @minjix @lyjen @kmc1989 @itsmytimetoodream @noonenuts @hiireadstuff @ashie-babie @classyunknownlover @jayyeahthatsme @sp1ritssz @dumb-fawkin-bitch @oliverstarksbae @gimatida @heart-35 @supernaturalstilinski @stefansalvatoresgf @kyky9103 @wutheringhearts2275 @gay4hotmilfs @itshamleth @gillybear17 @chaoticnosleepinfluencer @gs29
Evan Buckley Masterlist
Summary: While out on a call, Evan manages the unthinkable to save a girl. And afterwards, he can't seem to get her out his head.
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"LAFD, ma'am we're coming in."
The team followed after Bobby into the apartment, letting their captain lead the way through the living room and ahead towards the balcony on the far side of the room.
They had been apprehensive when this call came through the radio. A young woman was hanging onto a sign on the side of an apartment building. She had fallen off the balcony. They all knew this was going to be a tricky one to get the woman back to safety.
"Chim, set up the winch, Eddie get a harness on. That balcony isn't safe we're not taking any chances." Bobby shook his head to himself when he stepped cautiously out onto the balcony.
Dispatch told them a woman had fallen off her balcony, not that she had fallen through it. The rail had broken. She must have been leaning on the rail when it gave way and she had fallen down. It was lucky that she had managed to fall onto an advertising sign, but it wasn't ideal. They didn't know how sturdy the sign was or if it would be able to hold her for long.
Bobby walked over to the right side of the balcony and leaned over the side without touching the rail, just to be safe. "Ma'am, LAFD here. We're going to get you off there, how are you doing down there?"
"H-help!" (Y/n) tried to tilt her head back but looking up made her feel dizzy and sent her head spinning.
Her arms were trembling from how tense they were. She had landed with a thud on the metal beam supporting the advertising board. It had been a stroke of luck that when she fell, she managed to curl her arms around the beam before she slid off.
She had her legs dangling down in the air, weighing her down as gravity had a tight hold over her lower waist. Her fingers were starting to cut into the metal and her arms felt like they were being shredded to pieces. But she had no choice. If she loosened her arms or let go for a second, she would fall. If she fell, that would be it. Nothing was going to save (Y/n) from that long drop down to the harsh pavement below.
How had this even happened? How was her balcony rail so fragile and unsafe that leaning her hips onto it to water the hanging baskets had broken it? One moment she was trying to water the plants, then she was suddenly falling face-first down towards the sign.
(Y/n) wasn't sure who called the emergency services but she owed them a debt for calling and getting the fire department down here so fast.
"We're going to get you, don't worry just try and stay calm while we get someone down to you."
"I-it's moving," Tears continued to stream down (Y/n)'s face and she pressed her chin into her arm rather than risk trying to look up above her again.
When Bobby realised what she was referring to, he bit his lip and turned to face the team. Chimney was still setting up the winch to get Eddie hooked up who was putting on his hard-hat and trying to shimmy into a harness as as fast as he could.
"Alright, Buck, Hen I want you to go down a few levels, get into any apartment you can and look at that advertising sign and let us know if it's going to hold out or not."
"Copy."
Evan nodded and followed after Hen, bustling out the apartment and back down the stairwell they had just run up with all their equipment. They didn't like the look of this. They had no time to try and get an airbag set up on the ground and with how high up they were, it wouldn't be safe to set it up either. But if that poor girl fell, she wouldn't survive the crash landing.
They went down five floors and found an apartment directly beneath the one they had just been in. They had to stay on the East side of the building so they could see the woman and the sign she had fallen onto.
"Good morning, we're LAFD. Can we go take a look out your window please?" Evan put the brightest smile on his face that he could muster and stood tall when the elderly woman opened the door. The surprise and panic was evident in her eyes. She hadn't called the fire department. She didn't need any emergency assistance.
But the moment she nodded, Evan rushed past her and made a beeline for her window while Hen told her what was going on.
"Eddie's getting hooked up to climb over, are you two downstairs?"
"We're five floors down… that sign doesn't look good Cap, I don't know how long it will hold out."
Evan opened the window and peered out but his upper lip curled in distaste when he looked up. The sign wasn't supposed to hold any weight. It was bolted onto the side of the building, but it was lightweight metal beams and a thin metal frame. It wasn't there to hold up someone's weight and when the woman was dangling in mid-air like that, she was weighing down even more on the frame.
Reaching his hand up, Evan nudged his hard-hat further back on his head so he could keep looking up. His lower abdomen and hips pressed bruisingly into the window frame and his hands gripped the open edge of the window to steady himself. Evan wouldn't want to join the woman and hang out the window or fall down.
He could see Eddie leaning over the edge of the balcony as he tried to hurry and get rigged up to the harness and winch. The plan was to lower Eddie down, let him get a harness around the woman and winch them both back up to her balcony. At least if they got the harness or some rope around her she would have a safety net of some kind.
"We gotta do something… it's gonna break." Evan peered back inside to look over at Hen but he could see the anguish in her eyes.
What could they do? What did Evan expect them to be able to do for her from down here?
"Get me over now!" Eddie waved his hand at Chimney as he climbed up over the rail and tried to edge over the side. He had to get down. He could see the beam was starting to break, she was going to fall. "(Y/n) I'm coming down now. Go, go- fuck!" He jumped over the side but he wasn't quick enough. She had fallen.
A horrible, gut-wrenching scream left (Y/n)'s lips when the beam snapped. There was nothing else for her to hold onto and nothing below her that could catch her fall and hold her up. She was going to fall all the way down to the pavement. She would splatter across the floor like an awful work of art. They would have to peel her off the pavement.
She didn't want to die like this.
"No!"
Panic boiled up in Evan's chest like a wildfire and spread throughout his body. His arms started to shake and his fingertips went numb with anxiety and it took all his effort to keep his eyes open.
He moved before he could think better of it and stretched his arms out in front of him like he was reaching out for the sun itself. Evan felt the girl slide through his arms and she fell a lot faster than he was expecting, as if gravity had been put on triple speed. But when she went through his arms, he pulled and clenched them as tightly as he could. His fingertips scrunched into any part of her body that he could, digging through her shirt and into her chest so much he almost broke through her skin.
Evan's knees bashed into the wall beneath the window and his hips and groin slammed into the window frame causing him to groan. A broken sound left his lips as his jaw clenched and his eyes snapped shut from the pressure that was now weighing on his whole body and pulling him down.
"I- I've got you! Hold on!"
When he felt the woman's hands grasping at his biceps and digging into his shoulders, Evan tried to lean back but he felt like he was about to fall out the window along with her.
"Help!" He screamed, gasping and clawing for breath when the woman started to slide through his arms. He pinned his elbows into her sides and pulled until her chest was meshed into his and her stomach was bashed into the wall.
Someone had caught her.
(Y/n) thought all the firemen had been up in her apartment, she had heard voices up there.
Her mind had been working in overdrive, ready to commit to the thought that this was her last few moments on Earth. This was it. She was going to see everything flash before her eyes seconds before she hit the ground. But a pair of strong arms bolted around her waist a mere two seconds after she started to fall.
Her knees bashed horribly into the wall and her head slammed into the man's shoulder but she tried to move quickly. (Y/n) tried to dig her nails into his shoulders to secure herself against him, unsure how he was even managing to hold her up right now. She wasn't a child or as light as a feather and she had been falling, that would make her weigh more and make it ten times harder to catch her and keep hold of her.
(Y/n) swung her aching legs around and pressed her heels into the wall to try and stabilise herself and support some of her weight because she could tell the man holding her was starting to slide out the window.
A desperate cry left (Y/n)'s lips when she felt the man start to fall down with her. If she didn't let go, was she going to drag someone else to their death?
"Oh God." Evan choked as he buried his face in the crook of the woman's neck and shoulder. He could feel his feet leaving the floor as his body tipped forward.
(Y/n) wasn't sure whether she voiced her thoughts or if this man just happened to know what she was thinking. Because he growled "I'm not letting go." Into her neck with such certainty that (Y/n) was determined he had read her mind. But she would rather him let go and say that he tried to save her than kill himself trying.
"I got you Buck." As fast as she could, Hen bolted over to Evan and wrapped her arms around his lower chest.
She dug her nails into his button up shirt and heaved as she pulled him backwards. Hen lifted one leg up and braced her foot on the wall for added momentum to push herself back and she pulled Evan into her chest as he finally started to straighten up and pull the woman with him.
Another scream left Evan's lips, mingling in with (Y/n)'s horrified yelps and bumbling pleas. Finally, with one last heave, Evan suddenly propelled backwards and barged into Hen before he toppled to the floor on his back. He gasped and groaned as he pulled the girl with him and she seemed to fly through the window before she landed on top of him with a thud.
He'd done it. He saved her. He actually saved a woman falling through the air. He caught her.
He caught her!
"Cap, he- fucking Hell, Buck caught her! We've got her in through the window, you'd better come down." Hen gripped her radio as she pushed up onto her knees and clapped her hand on Evan's shoulder.
How on Earth had he managed to do that? The odds were one thousand to one that he could actually catch her and not let her slide through his hands or fall with her. He had a split second to hold onto her before she disappeared and he'd managed to do it. Hen hoped someone had been recording this.
Evan opened his eyes and tried to catch his breath back as he looked down at the woman laid on top of him. She had moved her arms to bind them around his chest. Her head was tucked up into his neck and she was breathing very shallow and fast like she couldn't take in a proper breath.
He looped his right arm around her waist and pressed his left hand against his temple as he tried to gasp for air.
He found his hand going up and down her back as they both heaved and grumbled, trying to understand what had just happened and what they had managed to do. No one was going to believe this. No one would believe what Evan had done here today.
After a few seconds, Evan felt his breaths starting to slow down so he pressed his palm to the floor to try and sit them both up. His eyes rolled and he went dizzy for a few seconds while Hen rubbed his back and told him to breathe deeply.
"Are… are you okay?" He croaked hoarsely as he began to glide his hand up and down her back again.
"You… how did you… thanks." Words spluttered past (Y/n)'s lips and when she looked up at him, she could barely get her eyes to focus on him. Tears distorted her vision but she could scarcely make out a tender smile that made her stomach turn to mush.
She had no idea how he managed to do that, but she was going to be forever in debt to him.
Evan wasn't sure how he had done that either, but he couldn't stop a beaming smile from lighting up his face. He felt the girl shaking all over and it was causing him to shudder back and forth against her. He began to worry that she was about to pass out from how little air she was breathing in. All she seemed to be doing was panting and wheezing.
When Hen leaned over, about to try and ease the girl from his arms, Evan shook his head. She was frightened- no, she was traumatised. If she wanted to cling to him and reassure herself that she was alive and safe, Evan didn't have a problem with that.
"You're okay, I've got you." He began rubbing his hand up and down her back while he closed his eyes and concentrated on counting each breath he took.
He was sure he heard the elderly woman whisper 'Bless you' when she patted his shoulder and it made him grin. Evan had had a lot of scrapes and brushes with death. But if this miracle didn't secure his place in Heaven, he didn't know what would.
"Let's get you both up and checked over."
Hen held her hands out towards the girl tucked up in Evan's chest and hovered behind her when Evan tried to help her up. He held her hips and shuffled up to his feet, pulling her along with him just as the rest of the team filtered into the apartment.
As soon as she was on her feet, (Y/n) felt all the blood drain down from her head to her toes.
Her hands fumbled to try and hold the man's shoulders but she couldn't get a good grip anymore, everything was turning to jelly. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her knees caved in, unable to hold her up. She didn't have the right balance back with gravity yet.
"Wow- okay, okay I've got you." Evan wasn't sure how he managed to hold her up when he felt like he wanted to do the same thing. But he bound his arms tight around her waist and stretched his arm along her spine so his hand could cup the back of her neck and hold her head up. He didn't want her getting a neck injury or hurting herself even more than she already had.
He slowly went back down to the floor, kneeling on the carpet with the girl slumped on his chest and her face smushed into his shoulder.
He was grateful when Hen reached out and helped to turn her around and carefully stretch her legs out. They propped her back up against Evan's chest and he let her head loll against his neck as he weaved his arms beneath hers.
One hand curled into a fist and Evan started to rub his fist up and down her sternum to try and bring her back round while Hen waved the team over as they barged inside.
When Chimney dropped a medic bag beside her, Hen looked around and found a blood pressure cuff and slipped it up (Y/n)'s arm. She watched Eddie slump down into the chair at the table behind Evan and Bobby knelt down beside Evan with a hand on his shoulder and a broad smile. What Evan had just done was reckless, but it had also been brave and he pulled it off.
Bobby dreaded to think how Evan would have been if he risked that again and didn't manage to catch her. If this situation turned out the way they all thought it would, Evan would have been inconsolable if he didn't manage to save the girl and let her slip through his arms.
"W-what's her name?" Evan looked between the team with wide eyes. He had saved this girl, he had caught her mid-air and pulled her through a window and he didn't even know her name.
"(Y/n)."
"(Y/n), are you back with us honey?" Hen gave her hand a light squeeze while Evan carefully cupped her chin and tilted her head out from his neck so he could look down at her.
A quiet murmur left (Y/n)'s lips and when she tried to open her eyes, they danced around the room, unable to focus on anything in particular.
"BP is through the roof, administering blood thinners just to be safe." Hen found some blood thinners in her bag and injected them into (Y/n)'s elbow before she could sense the pain or realise what was going on. The last thing they needed was (Y/n) having a blood clot or risking a stroke.
Bobby waved at Chimney and asked him to go fetch the stretcher before he moved to talk to the apartment owner. He was going to have to do a report about this and talk to the building manager. If that balcony was unsafe, there could be numerous other people in danger of a fall just like (Y/n).
"Okay, honey I'm just gonna take a look at you."
(Y/n) tried to nod but she couldn't manage it. All she managed to do was flop her hand around until she found the man's wrist. She gripped him almost as tightly as he had held her through the window and a smile fluttered across her lips when he patted her hip.
He wasn't quite sure where to put his hands on her in case he hurt her or was inappropriate, but she seemed perfectly fine with his hand on her hip and his other hand near her thigh as she gripped his wrist tightly.
Reaching out, Hen gently lifted (Y/n)'s top up and began examining her chest but when she winced, Evan guessed it wasn't good. "You've broken a few ribs, you'll need an X-ray."
Her harsh landing on the metal beams had definitely broken a few ribs on her left side and maybe some on the right. But she was lucky not to have done any further extensive damage or puncture a lung on impact.
Evan's nose crinkled when he leaned his chin over (Y/n)'s shoulder and looked down at her arms which hen started to examine. She had quite a few deep scratches along her forearms and down near her wrists too. Clearly clinging to that beam had done as much harm as it had done good. She would be littered with bruises in a few days and she would need to be careful that she didn't get those cuts infected.
"No other broken bones. Let's get you on a drip, then we can head down to the hospital."
"H-have I thanked you yet?" (Y/n) flopped her head to the side so she could look up at her knight in shining armour. She smiled up at him and blinked a few times to clear her fuzzy vision and try to get a better look at him.
"You're welcome." He whispered with a sheepish smile pulling at his lips.
He looked up to the left when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder and he looked up to see Eddie staring down at him with raised brows. "You, are one lucky bastard."
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When a wisp of familiar hair caught his eye, Evan turned to the left instead of the right. His lips quirked and his right hand continued to glide up and down his left arm that continued to ache and throb beneath the bandage. Suddenly Evan didn't care about heading back to the emergency room and being signed off by the doctor.
He turned left, ignoring the signs pointing straight ahead to get back to the emergency room he had been sat in an hour ago. And he made his way down towards the X-ray unit after the girl that had caught his attention.
"(Y/n)?"
A shiver bolted down (Y/n)'s spine and she paused in the corridor and spun on her heels so fast her shoes squeaked against the polished floor.
"Oh!" Her lips curved up into a bright smile and something flashed in her eyes and made Evan's stomach jump with adrenaline.
He thought it was her. He thought it was the girl who hadn't been able to leave his mind for the last two weeks. The last time Evan saw her, they had brought her down to the X-ray unit after her fall, but that was where the team had to leave her. They couldn't stay with her; more specifically, Evan couldn't stay with her.
He had to get examined himself and then finish the last five hours of his shift running on an adrenaline high that lasted well into the night. Evan didn't get to see her again after leaving her at the hospital and part of him felt bad.
The other part of him felt cheated. Evan felt cheated that he had managed to save this girl and he didn't get to talk to her or know anything about her. All he knew was that she got to live another day.
"It's you! Are you okay?" (Y/n) felt the sudden urge to reach out and wrap her arms around him, but she held back when she realised his left arm was bandaged up.
He was here. Her saviour, her knight in shining armour was here in the hospital. (Y/n) had such a dreaded feeling that she was never going to see him again after the fire department dropped her off here. She thought that was it, she might catch a glimpse of him on tv, but not in person.
"Yeah, yeah, just a minor burn. How are you… I've been wondering about you." Evan lowered his arm down to his side and moved to lean his shoulders back against the wall so they weren't blocking the corridor.
He smiled brighter when (Y/n) moved to stand in front of him. She was so close that he could almost feel each breath she took and the way she smiled up at him made his knees go weak.
"Honestly, I'm not sure how I am. Did… did you know someone recorded you catching me? The odds of being able to do that are like, one in a million. I cheated death because of you."
Tears trickled down (Y/n)'s face and her lips parted in shock when Evan reached out and brushed them away before he could stop himself.
All she could think about was how he had managed to save her. If that had been anyone else trying to catch her or anyone else falling, it wouldn't have worked. She didn't know how he managed to do that. Watching the video back was even worse because it looked fake, it looked too good to be true.
A camera crew and about four different people on the ground below had recorded it and each version was the same, proving it was true but it still didn't feel real to (Y/n). She almost died. Fate had intervened at just the right time and decided she deserved another chance, and she didn't know why.
"I almost dropped you." Evan murmured quietly while his eyes trained on his feet. He could still feel her slipping through his arms. He could feel gravity clawing at her and trying to drag her away from him.
"I'm so grateful you didn't."
Evan's eyes darted up from his feet to look at her when he felt her hand reach up and cup the side of his face. Her touch made his heart have palpitations and his stomach fluttered with adrenaline that made him go lightheaded.
"Do I get to know your name? Or do I have to start calling you my hero?" She felt him lean into her touch which made her arm tremble but when he smiled at her like that, (Y/n) just wanted to faint.
She didn't even know his name. She didn't know anything about her very own personal saviour. Her firefighter. The man she had to keep calling her hero because she didn't know his name. Despite all the videos up online and the one that the media kept replaying, they didn't name him. They just said one of LA's finest firemen from the 118 station.
And (Y/n) didn't have the nerve to go down to the station to thank him. She didn't know if he would of appreciated it or if she would of been an inconvenience, getting in the way when he was trying to work.
Fate seemed to be on their side, bringing them together again today.
"Everyone calls me Buck, but you can call me Evan."
"Well Evan, thank you, truly. I owe you a debt I don't think I could ever repay." (Y/n) owed him her life, there was nothing she could do that would repay her debt to him or thank him enough for what he had done for her. Even if it had been chance or fate that allowed him to save her, he still tried. At that exact moment, at just the right time, he managed to save her.
She went to drop her hand but stopped when Evan reached out to cup her wrist before she could pull away. He leaned further into her touch and smiled as his thumb stroked across the back of her hand.
"I think you could repay me by going out on a date with me. Fate let me save you for a reason, didn't it?"
A shiver rolled down (Y/n)'s spine and made her knees quake but she was unable to bite back her smile that spread across her lips. Fate had brought them together in a strange, unfamiliar way, and what better way to test out why fate had done that than to go out together.
(Y/n) knew she wanted to get to know the man that saved her, whether that was by going out on a date or just trying to be friends. But a date with someone so kind, modest and sincere felt like the best thing in the world and it was the perfect way to repay him for catching her.
"I suppose I could take my hero out on a date."
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gallavichsreddie1128 · 2 months ago
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Enemies (Part Four) (Rafe Cameron)
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Description: Takes place during episode 9
Word Count: 1,820
Warning: Smut
Part One Part Two Part Three
The arms around her kept her safe. Nobody and no thought could hurt her when she was in these arms. A savior or even an angel that was sent to protect her from harm's way. The arms that were keeping her safe through the night belong to Rafe Cameron. 
Her eyes opened and she groaned as her body ached of sweet release and pain. She sighed and snuggled back into the arms of Rafe. “Rafe.” She tried to say but her voice was scratchy thanks to him. He chuckled and kissed the back of her head.
She turned in his arms and faced him with a glare. “Pretty awesome way to lose your voice.” He states with a cocky smirk. “Screaming my name as I fuck you over and over again.” He teased knowing her body wasn’t up for it. “You’re a dick.” She managed out but there was a playfulness to her tone. She leaned over and kissed him with a smile on her face. 
The Pogues hadn’t heard from her in a few days. They didn’t even see her run and they didn’t even know that she was with Rafe. But as much as they loved her they were glad she was not there with them. Running from the cops.
JJ was okay but both him and Pope were in big trouble. Sarah wanted to tell her the big secret but hoped that she was okay. Y/N had no idea that her friends were in danger while she fucked the enemy. 
Hollis was dead and Rafe was pacing around the living room. Y/N on the couch watching him. “It wasn’t JJ.” Rafe said like he for sure knew. “It was Groff and he took my money.” Y/N knew that it wasn’t JJ but the Groff thing kind of surprised her.
Rafe told her everything about Hollis and Groff. “Okay so we should go tell the police.” She told him. “Yeah but first let’s take a walk.” He says and she smiles. 
“I can’t believe JJ did that.” Y/N whispered. Rafe grabbed her hand and she didn’t pull away. She stared at the ground as they walked when Rafe noticed the cops. “Quick over here.” She gasped as she saw her friends trying to steal a boat. “Rafe.” She whispered. They ducked down and could hear them talk. “They know where Groff is.” She whispered. “Don’t make it known you're here.” He warns her as the cops try to arrest them. She smiled as she saw them take their boat. Her friends were dumbasses but she loved them. 
“So you’ll take us to look for the treasure?” She asked with hope in her eyes. “I want my money but if that’s what it takes then yes.” He plays with the ring he has in his pocket that was his moms. He knew it was too soon so he was gonna take it with them just in case. “I’ll get the cops off their back and I’ll take you guys to wherever Groff is at.” He promises. She kisses him as a thank you and puts her hope and faith into him. He pulls away from the kiss, “Do you know where they are hiding?” 
Shoupe arrives before Rafe and Y/N do and he’s about to take away JJ and Pope. They had no other end and no saving or plan at this point. Sarah gasps as she sees Y/N and her brother? “Y/N?” She asks in shock and everyone turns to see her and Rafe.
  Her nerves about what they would think did not hit until they noticed her. She knew of Rafe’s plan but they did not. “I can take them to get Groff.” Everyone besides Y/N was shocked at his words. He had convinced Shoupe to let them go and find Groff. After Shoupe had left the others turned to Y/N, “So that’s where you were?” Kie asked.
Y/N’s face was red, this wasn’t how she wanted them to find out. “Look I was keeping her safe while you guys were out being criminals.” He put an arm around Y/N who didn’t push him away. “Look we can talk about this later we got a crown to find.” John B said. 
The boat was huge and nothing like she’s ever stayed on. All of the Pogues were happy that this was happening but felt uneasy around Rafe. “I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t trust him. We don’t trust him.” JJ said. “He got us this boat and is taking us to find the treasure. He doesn’t want it, He wants the money Groff took from him.” She exclaims. Rafe could hear them and he smiled at her words.
“Y/N do you actually believe that?” John B asked her. Sure Rafe wasn’t such a good person but after everything with JJ and Groff it wasn’t unbelievable that he would do something like that. “Yes. Groff is shitty.” “That doesn’t mean that Rafe isn’t lying.” She sighs. “Then go talk to him.” She told the group. “Except you.” She said to JJ who looked at her in disbelief. “I agree with her on that one.” Kie said. Everyone besides JJ goes to Rafe who was stirring the boat.
“Rafe.” Y/N said his name and he turned to find everyone with her. She walked up to him and let John B talk. Peace was never an option with JJ who knocked Rafe out. “JJ!” Y/N yelled at him. She got on the ground to check on him. “I would have done it if he didn’t.” Pope said, causing Y/N to glare. “I’m sorry Y/N but we don’t trust your boyfriend.” “He doesn’t want the crown! He wants the money that Groff took from him!” She yelled at her friends. “Why don’t you believe me?” “It’s not you, we don’t believe it’s him.” 
Rafe woke up and was tied up. Sarah decided to bring him the food. “They don’t trust you, Rafe. Only Y/N does.” “I want to see her.” He tells her. “She won’t untie you.” Though Y/N really wanted to. “Let me see her.” He said, ignoring her. Sarah sighs and gets Y/N.
Y/N walks in the room and sits by him. “I want to let you go but they would kill me or you might kill them.” He chuckled at her words. “I told you I wanted to be a better person. You’re making that easy but they are making that hard.” She lays her head on his shoulder and sighs, “I wish that they could see that you’re telling the truth.”
Though she knew that they had no right too. He did awful things to them so why would they? Sarah had said that to him and it stuck in his mind. Y/N stayed down there with him until she was hungry, she told him that she would be back later and before he could protest, she was gone. 
“Why him?” Kie asked as she and Sarah ate with Y/N. “There is so much I never told you guys.” She told them everything. How Rafe approached her at a party and would never leave her alone. How he would constantly follow her even when she tried to push him away. How he asked her to be with him multiple times. How he was there for her.
“Wow.” Kie said and Sarah gave her a little smile. “Depending on how this goes. I might give you my blessing.” They all laugh. “So wait, are you guys together?” Kie asked. Truth be told they never put a label on it but it seemed as if they were. “Well yeah. I would take what’s going on between us like that.” She shrugged. 
“So I was thinking that since you’re tied up and you can’t do anything I will do this.” He gasps as she unzips his pants. “You’re being serious right now?” He asked. She didn’t respond and pulled out his dick, which was very hard. She looks up at him, “You’re asking me that? I’m not the one who’s hard as a rock.” She teases and runs her thumb over the tip.
He sucks in a deep breath as her hand moves up and down his dick. She watches him as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. The others did not need to know what was going on. Her hand moves faster and he lets out a little whimper, “shit.” She smirks and lowers her head until his tip was near her mouth.
Her hand slowing down. He thrusts his hips up and she sits up again, “Rafe you aren’t in any position to call the shots.” She teases and he huffs. “Come on Y/N.” He begs. Her hand stops moving and Rafe almost whines. “I have THE Kook king himself, Rafe Cameron whining for me to suck his cock.” She says and lays down so that she is on her stomach. Her hands placed on his thighs as licks up his dick. He sighs in pleasure at the feeling.
She smirks and takes the tip in her mouth. Her tongue ran along it. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as she finally gave him what he wanted. His dick was finally in her mouth as she gave him the craziest blowjob of his life. She hummed on him causing the vibration to shoot straight up his body.
Oh how he wished that he could run his hands through her hair. He was moaning like he was in heat as his high was approaching. “Fuck Y/N. I’m close!” He moaned out. She didn’t stop until he was cumming down her throat. She pulled off of him and swallowed every drop he gave her. She wiped her mouth and sighed. “That was kinky” She said and he laughed.
“That was hot.” He said and she leaned in and kissed him. But before their lips could touch the boat started going crazy. “What the hell?” He said. She went to get up and check but fell down and the red alert went off. “I have to get you free.” She said and tried standing again. She gripped the wall for support and went out the door.
“Kie hand me a knife.” Kie looked for one in the drawers and gave it to her. Y/N got back to Rafe and cut him loose. They made their way out of there and to the others. She heard John B yelling and ran out to where he was, Rafe following her. “Sarah.” Rafe yelled and tears built up in Y/N’s eyes. She saw JJ throw a raft in the water and tell Sarah he was coming. “JJ it’s too dangerous.” Y/N yells at him but he jumps in the water. Y/N watches as the waves cover her friends and she lets out a sob. Rafe pulls her to his chest as she starts screaming and crying all over again. 
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luizd3ad · 4 months ago
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First Home | Poly!Moonwaterkiller x GN!Reader
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷
Pairing: Remus Lupin X Regulus Black X Barty Crouch Jr x GN Reader WC: 1,094 CW: Poly Relationship, Anxiety, talks of Remus being in pain Author's Note: Heyyyy so like I know I haven’t been here for a while but I’m hoping I’ll be getting back into this😌🖤 Summary: Remus nervous about his first full moon in the new house
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. ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆₊☽ ◯ ☾. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° .
Remus was pretty happy with his life at this point. 
He had great friends, a promising career and the most perfect and loving partners he could ask for.
But that didn't change the fact that for one night a month he absolutely loathed his life. 
He hated the moon almost as much as he hated himself during the moon.
Though over the years he had learned to accept what he was significantly more than he used to. 
He had learned to tolerate it. To live with it.
But that didn’t mean it didn't scare the absolute hell out of him most of the time. 
Especially when the conversation of moving in with his partners came into the loop. 
He was feeling beyond apprehensive about the idea of it all. 
It wasn't because he didn't love his partners, quite the opposite actually. It was because he loved them so much that the thought of accidentally hurting them or cursing them with the same fate as himself or… worse…  would often send him into a spiral of anxiety, overthinking and self loathing.
But eventually after months of reassurance -and Barty pouting- Remus caved and agreed that the four of you should finally move in together.
So after weeks of searching for a home -which according to you and Barty felt like it was taking ‘fucking forever’- you finally found your perfect home and moved in as soon as possible. 
That was a few weeks ago now and last night was the first full moon in the new house. 
Yesterday before nightfall Remus was beyond terrified. 
His mind had been clouded with overthinking and the absolute worst scenarios his brain could manage all day.
So when he woke up still in the basement that he and your entire friend group had spent countless hours reinforcing and charming -to Remus’s standards and preferences of course- he was so grateful. 
So grateful in fact that he was able to be distracted by the pain in his body a few moments longer than normal.
But eventually the pain consumed his body like it normally did.
For what could have been a few minutes or a few hours -Remus wasn't really sure- he just laid there looking up at the ceiling of the basement basking in the pain that ran through his body and his normal post full moon self loathing. Just completely lost in his own mind that was until he was pulled out by the sound of your voice.
“Moons? Are you awake?”
The sound of your voice had involuntarily brought a smile to Remus’s face and sent a wave of calm and comfort over him.
“Yea I’m awake love.” Remus groaned while sitting up feeling a few of his joints popping and his muscles tensing up.
It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs with a hot cup of coffee -that you meticulously made sure was exactly to his liking- and his favorite blanket in hand. 
Both things Remus had gladly and gratefully accepted.
“We made breakfast, if you're up for it.”
The sweet softens off your voice was slightly interrupted by Regulus chuckling.
“And of course by ‘we’ Y/N means they did the majority of the cooking since we all know I can't cook to save my life and we value our health enough to not want a repeat of when Barty tried to cook dinner for us the other week.”
Remus couldn't help but laugh a little, no matter how much it hurt, when he heard a very dramatic gasp from Barty.
“I'll have you know Black that I'm an excellent cook, you're just too much of a prick to appreciate such perfection.”
Remus continued to chuckle at the very familiar childish bickering happening between two of his lovers. 
He was actually enjoying the small distraction so much that he didn't notice when you sat next to him until he felt your shoulder brush against him.
“How are you feeling really, Remus?”
Remus couldn't help the small sigh that escaped his lips when he heard your words. “As good as to be expected love… I'm just grateful I didn’t get out and hurt one of you or worse...” 
You sighed softly and looked at Remus with a soft and loving look in your eyes. “Remus, I know you're worried but this bassment is a fortress. We'll be fine.”
Though you sounded so sure in your words Remus still wasn't fully convinced. 
His mind was already starting to spiral at this point with the possibilities and of the dangers that he imposed on the three most important people in his life.
Remus hadn't even realized he was now staring off into the black abyss of his coffee cup that was currently warming his hands till you placed your hand on top of his gaining his full attention.
When Remus’s eyes met yours he couldn't deny the love and honesty that he saw swimming in them which made your next words comfort him.
“We are fine. We will be fine. I know your anxiety won't go away but you need to remember that you have done everything in your power to ensure our safety and that's all you can do. Plus you know better than anyone that the three of us are very skilled with our magic so we are more than capable of taking care of ourselves. Not everything is on you Remus. We knew what we were signing up for when we asked for the four of us to move in together. We love you and everything will be fine I promise.”
Remus just sighed and nodded. 
A part of him honestly did feel better, he knew that he would never be a hundred percent comfortable for that one day a month but it made him feel better to know that you genuinely believed in your words and in him.
“Okay, I'll try to calm down more… I’m just so scared that I'm going to hurt one of you but I'll do my best to keep my anxiety at bay... Thank you, my love.”
Remus wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head just being happy in the moment.
Once a month he loathed his life.
But everyday before and after the full moon he genuinely loved his life.
Right now he loves his life.
He had one of his lovers in his arms while his other two lovers were ‘fighting’.
This is the life he will forever be truly grateful for.
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favslarue · 4 months ago
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Pro-hero Katsuki Bakugo NSFW inspired by THE DINNER - Billie Eilish
Warnings: Rough sex, stalking, dirty talk, humiliation, cumming in mouth, spanking, office sex.
English is not my first language, 100% accept advices and correction in the grammar and vocabulary, but please be nice. 🥹
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆
You never thought that you would ever commit a crime worst than stealing to eat or getting into fights with other delinquents.
But then he arrested you after you had beaten the shit out of some rich kid who often were at your neighborhood, pretending they’re dangerous gang members.
When in fact, they’re just being used by the actual dealers, who know there won’t be big consequences for those kids, their parents will just pay the authorities and they will be free to sell those drugs to their rich friends again.
You knew that, you knew that the criminals you know wouldn’t let those people mess with your family, you knew that they weren’t shit
But for some reason, the moment your little brother came home crying saying they offered him drugs.
That one of them tried to persuade him to sell that shit too, saying that “your thot sister won’t have to sell her body to put food on the table anymore”.
That wasn’t truth, but still, your brother believed him for a moment. That fucking moment you saw red, you couldn’t control your anger.
The moment you jumped that teenager you weren’t thinking straight, you didn’t consider that your brother had nobody else than you.
And that gang of little pussies didn’t dared to do something to you, so they called the cops.
They called the fucking cops, but the pro hero Dynamight came with them. Your neighborhood had a fame, so they thought it was something way worse.
Next thing you know, you are in the prison cell, after listening all type of shit from that asshole’s father, it really didn’t matter if he was the gang member in the picture, you dared to touch that daddy’s boy.
After at least 2 or 3 hours sat there, still feeling the blood pounding in your chest, you hands and knees sore and bleeding. A female guard opened that cell.
- Y/N? got lucky someone paid you bail - The guard said, she clearly wasn’t happy.
- Me? Are you sure? - You were confused, you didn’t had a lot of people who cared for you, and those who did, almost didn’t had money to eat.
- Yeah! Dynamight did, even defended you when that kid’s dad were trying to take you on court - She wasn’t telling you that to be nice, she wanted to know what kind of relationship you had with the pro hero.
- The dad almost exploded when the number 1 hero yelled at his child for being a gang member! - She continued, trying to get something out of you. - He threatened to investigate the teenager and his friends. Do you know him?
- No! Never seen him in my life. - Why would he do that? You asked yourself.
Don't be afraid of me, I'm what you need
I saw you on the screens, I know we're meant to be
You're starrin' in my dreams, In magazines
After that, you stole a cellphone, it was easy considering your invisibility quirk. You needed to know more about that hero. Just out of curiosity.
You followed all the online forums about Dynamight.
When somebody opened a Live video of him saving someone you rushed to the place were it was happening, just to see him arresting the criminals and being interviewed.
You're lookin' right at me
I'm here around the clock
I'm waitin' on your block
And after that, you followed him home, every. single. time.
Sometimes you even dared to enter his house. The first time, you managed to get in as soon as he opened the door.
After sneaking in, you couldn’t find a way out, so you just spent the night there, watching him, learning his routine. You even discovered his real name, Katsuki Bakugo. You watched him sleep that night.
He clearly was agitated, he woke up scared and turned the lights on, walked two or three times around the house, to make sure he was alone, checked if the doors and windows were locked.
He was smart to notice something was wrong, but didn’t figure you were the one disturbing his sleep (or so you thought).
You left at morning, when he opened the windows to let the sunlight in the room.
Some weeks later you had already figured every single way in and out, but he was being more careful, he even adopted a guard dog.
It was a huge one, you even considered stopping your visits, but you realized quickly that it was a gentle dog. It got used to your presence very quickly.
Trying to conciliate your obsession and raising your brother was hard, so sometimes you would steal from his fridge. You knew he wouldn’t mind.
I waited on the corner 'til I saw the sitter leave
Was easy getting over and I landed on my feet
I came in through the kitchen lookin' for something to eat
I left a calling card so they would know that it was me
You were tired of only watching him, you wanted more. You wanted him.
So when you figured he needed a secretary, you took the chance.
Lying in your curriculum, you knew everything that he needed. And honestly, you needed the job.
You even eliminated the other candidates, you didn’t kill them, obviously. Just scared the shit out of them, some even left the estate.
While I'm away, don't read my mail
Just bring a veil
And come visit me in jail
You got the job, of course. And after all that, you can’t back down. You will get what you want. You will have him.
You were in his office, with other employee who were showing you the company.
- This is Y/N sir. She is your new secretary, I sent you a copy of her resume and…
- You can go now, I want to know her better. - He interrupted her.
She looked at you almost saying “good luck” and left.
- I know you, don’t I? Could you remind me where did we met? - He said, his words seemed truthful, but not his eyes… They were daring you to lie.
- You saved me once, but I’m sure you don’t remember that. - It wasn’t exactly a lie.
- Saved you from what? - Fuck. He remembers.
You decided to gaslight him, you wouldn’t destroy what you fought so hard for. You have to make something up.
- Last year… bank robbery, I was one of the people that were held hostage. - You thankfully knew every single one of his operations by head.
He chuckled, looking at you in disbelief.
- You’re a good liar, but my memory is way better. - You tilted your head, trying look confused. - If the police station were the only time we crossed paths, maybe I wouldn’t remember, but the last months you have been quite present, haven’t you?
But please don't call the cops
They'll make me stop
And I just wanna talk
- I don’t know what you’re talking about
He let out a loud laugh, it was dark and scary.
He got up from the chair and circled his tabled. Getting dangerously close to you. You didn’t move a muscle.
He was taller and significantly bigger than you. It was intimidating, but all that you and your sick mind were thinking about was getting pinned under him, held down by those enormous biceps
- It isn’t a coincidence that you always are where I am at, especially when i’m working. I noticed you watching me saving people, every single time. And you always left after me. - He said in a low tone, if he wasn’t so close you wouldn’t hear him.
I'll go back to the diner
I'll write another letter
I hope you'll read it this time, you better
You don’t know that yet, but Bakugo were just as deranged as you are.
When he paid your bail, it was out of heart, but instead of moving on with his life he researched about you, the schools you went, your family, all of your crimes. Things that not even the police knew.
After that, he spotted you on a crowd of people that were watching him arrest a random criminal, more than one time.
Noticed that you didn’t leave even after everyone did, and that you were trying your best to not catch his attention.
You were waiting for something, you were waiting for him.
And after the third time, he noticed you using your quirk, that’s when everything made fucking sense.
All the nights felling watched, the sensation of being followed,
The feminine perfume that just didn’t left his house, his room, his dog, his uniform.
It was you, this whole fucking time.
Bet I could change your life
You could be my wife
He would pretend to be asleep just to hear your steps around his house.
Just to hear you petting his dog and whispering some kind words to it.
Just to feel you coming closer to his sleeping face and stare.
Could get into a fight, I'll say you're right
And you'll kiss me goodnight
- Mr. Dynamight, I just want the job. You’re confusing me with someone else.
In a quick movement he grabbed your wrists and put them behind your back, bending you over his desk, and positioned himself behind you.
You tried to set yourself free, but it was completely useless, you could swear that he would arrest you right there and then.
- You’re fucking insane - He said in your ear.
The cops around the corner stopped me when I tried to leave
They told me I was crazy and they knocked me off my feet
You closed your eyes, accepting your faith. To be honest you didn’t regret a thing, at least he sees you now.
Also, his feelings for you were intense, even if they are anger and hatred, that was enough for you.
But a fucking kiss on your neck and he leaning over you was the last thing you expected.
Your body stiffened, you held your breath.
- What are you doing? - You whispered, shaking.
That’s when you felt his hard dick on your back. What the fuck? Was he excited from all of this? Was he fucking crazy?
They came in through the kitchen lookin' for something discrete
I left a calling card so they would know that it was me
- You’re not the only one who has an obsession.
He didn’t loosen his grip in your wrists, and continued kissing and biting your neck and sometimes the back of your neck, the kisses were wet and aggressive.
- And I am insane? - You weren’t trying to be ironic, you were just astonished.
He didn’t saw it that way, what lead you to receive a hard slap in your ass, and a hair pull right after.
- You don’t get to judge me, bitch. - He said in your ear while holding your hair tightly.
- I wasn’t…- Another slap, you took that as a command to shut up.
He lifted the skirt of your office dress and grabbed the cheek of your ass, that were red from the previous mistreatment.
He slid a finger into your panties and felt your wetness, holding your clit between his fingers while you breathed heavily under him, trying your best to not make noises.
Suddenly, your thong is on your mouth and he’s kneeling to face your wet cunt, he blowed cold air against it, which made you tremble. He held your thighs with enough strength to bruise.
You bended even more, and he licked your folds, sucked your clit, his tongue swirling around your wetness, creating a knot in your low belly.
His mouth is hot and ravishing, almost like he liked the taste.
- Mhm… Dynamight… - You moaned, not being able to complete your sentence.
And with that, you came quickly. The tension and need was too much to handle. Your trembling legs gave in, almost falling, if it weren’t his grip on your thighs.
You couldn’t process your orgasm and he was standing again, his tip teasing you folds, sliding from your entrance to your clit, and going back to your entrance.
You throw your hips back, trying to cause some friction. But you were held in place, and received a hard smack in your ass, and you could swear he used his quirk because of the unusual burn and the loud noise it made
- You’re a big girl, use your words.
- Can you… mhm. Fuck me? Why are you taking so long?
He chuckled, mockingly - I see you’re not so stupid, what a surprise.
Shoving only the tip, he started stretching you out, you’re not a virgin, but there’s way too long since you were fucked, and you didn’t saw his dick, so you weren’t aware of what expected you.
Only the tip already hurt, if it weren’t for how wet you are it probably wouldn’t fit.
It was clear that Katsuki was holding back, each centimeter entering you was driving you closer to madness. Your pussy is sucking him even more.
Bakugo decided to stop torturing you and shoved it entirely into you. It made you scream and the piece of fabric felt from your mouth.
He started pounding into you, not letting you adjust to his entire length, which is huge.
- Put it back in your mouth, if people hear me fucking my secretary it will be worse for your reputation than mine.
You obeyed, not because you cared about what people thought, that was the only reason why you were there anyway. His voice ordering you around made it impossible to not comply.
The table cracking, the friction of your nipples against it. Your pussy burning and throbbing as he fucked you from behind, his grunts and his hand on your hips and ass. Your ass sore from the smacks.
All of that helped another orgasm to grow. One of your hands reached for him, he held your wrist and pulled your other arm, to hold them both as he gripped your hair with his other big hand.
You came with that, held your breath and felt dizzy, almost like you were going to pass out. Your pussy had it’s own heartbeat at this point.
He didn’t slowed his pace, in fact it became more frenetic as you did your best to not keep the oxygen from going to your brain
Suddenly, he pulled out. Turned you around and pulled you into your knees.
- Gonna cum in your mouth, doll.
He stroked sometimes as he stared down at you, face with his usual frown, but his lips were parted and eyes darker.
You opened your mouth in anticipation, he grabbed your face, to keep it like that (but also to caress your cheek while doing it)
As he shoot his loads of seed down your throat some spilled in the conner of your lips, his thumb cleaned your lips and shoved into your tongue.
- Swallow it. - You complied - Good whore.
He stared at you on the floor a bit, you looked away, and that made him grin, obnoxiously.
He lowered to your level, gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.
Caught you off guard when his lips touched yours, his tongue invaded your mouth, in a dominant yet gentle way. Your whole body shivered.
He broke the kiss and looked at you, without saying a word, he stood up.
- Get up - He circled his desk, you didn’t saw it, but he took your underwear that it was on the desk, and hided it in his pocket.
You got up, fixing your dress and trying to put your hair in place, looking for your underwear, but you were too embarrassed to stay there longer, so you just decided to leave without your panties.
You turned around, ready to leave. Not wanting to face the consequences, or him.
- Did I say you could leave? - You just stopped there, still not facing him
You feel him stepping closer, until he is behind you.
He put your hair to the side, exposing your neck and smelling you there. You got goosebumps all over your body.
I memorized your number, now I call you when I please
I tried to end it all, but now I'm back up on my feet
- When your shift ends, come to my house. You don’t need the address, right? - And kissed your neck. - You may leave now.
I saw you in the car with someone else and couldn't sleep
If somethin' happens to him, you can bet that it was me
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targaryenluvs · 1 year ago
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if you’re still taking requests, what about a dark fic for coryo who takes advantage of a reader with one sided love for him, expecting her to be there for him and love him no matter what. so when he comes back to the capitol after all the district 12 drama expecting her to be his one consistency in life, he can’t take it when he sees she’s moved on
LATE TO THE PARTY!
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pairings: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
summary: after corio was sent away to district 12, you managed to come to terms with the fact that he did not love you by any means. but what happens when he realises he liked that affection? and what happens when you’re already in a relationship?
warnings: dark!corio, possessiveness, unrequited love (both sides at different times), pining, stalkingish, home wrecker corio, nc kiss, paparazzi, power dynamics/abuse of power for selfish reasons and intimidation
a/n: let’s let corio chase our ass for once 🙄🙄 shorter than i expected but i just wrote it all so here you go!!!
his hair was different.
you didn’t mind it but it’d been a while since you’d seen coriolanus, in all his glory, family name restored, fortune acquired and highway to power paved out. old you, in-love-with-coriolanus you would’ve fainted.
but you had moved on from him.
you had charles now and you could not have asked for anyone better. he was always there for you, actually payed attention to you and was literally everything a girl dreamed for. and you are content. but at times you felt as if it was just that. content. he didn’t challenge you, and your thoughts. he didn’t ignite passion and fire within you, every time he looked at you it was, meh. the sex was vanilla and cute but you always were left frustrated. you were being treated as if you were fragile whilst you wanted roughness.
coriolanus could tell. ever since he came back and saw you with him, you never looked your best as you usually did. whether it was snappiness at interns or fiddling with your nails, something was up. and he took it as a sign, you needed saving. so he did exactly that.
charles had been away on business in district one for a month now. as if him being present and not doing the most when you were together wasn’t enough, now you had nothing. no one. and god were you pent up and frustrated. half of your interns were always stumbling over each other and the rest were too confident in themselves. you needed a vacation. even if for a night only. that came in the form of a party invitation.
if you’d known who’s party invitation then you would have been sure to decline.
the dress you wore wasn’t yours. your maid had delivered it to you whilst you were in your study working. she said it was left on the doorstep, no claim of responsibility but a letter.
I hope you choose to wear it, the dress is almost as gorgeous as you are, Y/n.
- C.S
and for the life of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to think of who it came from. but it truly was breathtaking there was no doubt about it. off the shoulders and red, it complimented you well.
you took note of the amount of reporters which was odd. but you were here to have a good time, best to not focus on them and ruin your day. you were so ready to stuff your face after barely having time for it through the day.
the party was surprisingly tame, there seemed to be a lot of whispering and stares pointed your way but you tried not to let it affect you. perhaps they were surprised by you attending alone? you and charles had decided not to rush your relationship so you’d kept it secret to the larger part of the captiol. only your family and friends knew. but you couldn’t shake the feeling of them knowing something you didn’t.
“everyone please gather for coriolanus outside.” you may have given yourself whiplash at the announcement. this was coriolanus’s party? you never expected him to be the type to hold one in all honestly, let alone dish out speeches. but there he stood tall and towering over. his eyes zeroed in on you the second you joined the moving crowd, it was unnerving to say the least.
the faces in the crowd were largely people you didn’t know personally, first names and last rung through your head as you smiled at some and walked past, trying to make your way to the front. but the crowd seemed to huddle, not letting you through for some reason. a hand on your wrist dragged you away, which had you pulling to have it let go of you. the swarms of heads and bodies obscured your vision and the person was unseen by you.
it wasn’t long before you were being pushed up steps and standing to the side of coriolanus. why the hell did they place you up here?
“the lovely y/n l/n-“ coriolanus stretched his open palm, inviting you to take it. the fuck is going on? your eyes were looking into his for an answer and his were looking at you, secretive. “has been the object of my desire, and after chasing her down, she’s agreed to marry me.” flashes went off every which way as you stood still. there’s no way i heard that right. right?
but him pressing his lips to yours and a hand to your back shook you out of your daydream as you pushed him away. not that anyone noticed. “what are you doing?” you scolded him, your back to the crowd as he smiled, his hand stroking your cheek before leaning down and whispering, “taking what’s mine.”
you couldn’t sleep that night, or in the morning. it was your day off from work yet no one was letting you rest. letters, videos, flowers and more sent to your apartment, all congratulating yourself and your fiancée coriolanus. bleh.
you didn’t even know how you were going to tell charles all that happened. would he believe you? would he hate you? how are you supposed to be with him whilst coriolanus announced your marriage. not engagement, marriage. as in this is happening, and we’re already engaged. you’d be breaking of a marriage that hadn’t been planned nor known, by you at least.
your answer came in the form of charles’s letter, wish you and coriolanus well.
My Dear Sweetheart,
I’d hoped to hear of your time away from me in a good way. That you’d made progress with the interns or been promoted.
But it seems in my time away I’ve left you alone, too alone, for you’ve found comfort in the arms of your past. I wish no ill towards you, nor your soon to be husband Coriolanus. The two of you are a fine match, made for eachother.
I only wish you had told me before I left, for I was planning on surprising you with a ring of my own. I guess it’ll have to wait for another. I know it is selfish of me to say so, but I cannot deny the feelings I still harbour for you.
You’re as kind as a mother, as gorgeous as ever, you remind me of the night stars, I know you will shine bright in the capitol. Your smile brings me to remember all the things I love about you. Your soft skin reminds of silk,and your gentle eyes bring me to sleep, I do hope Coriolanus appreciates you as much as I do. I am always here for you yet I will have to settle for the memories and another woman.
I love you my dear, and I wish you the best.
Yours Only,
Charles
it felt as if your heart had been ripped out, you’d lost the love of your life because of coriolanus’s selfishness. and you couldn’t ever escape from him now.
your love for him was for everyone to see, yet he dismissed it when he had it. but his love for you was a secret, kept close to his heart. he only noticed you once you’d moved on from him, and to coriolanus? you couldn’t move on. too bad you didn’t see it till now.
you were late to the party.
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carlottawllms · 1 year ago
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Homesick
Mason Mount x Reader Angst / Fluff
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it. I might've shed a tear or two, so buckle up :)
Enjoy <3 And as always, feedback is very much appreciated!
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That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.
It was a quote you’d never quite understood. It had just never made sense to you. After all, there were meds for literally everything. Why would you have to feel the pain then?
When you’d told your mum that, she’d just sighed and brushed through your hair. “At one point it will sadly make sense, honey. I hope for you that it won’t, but it’s life.”, she’d said and dropped a kiss to your head.
As you’d grown older, you’d forgotten about that quote altogether. With genuine and close friends, a loving family and a happy relationship of four years, you’d never experienced any sorts of pain. Surely, you’d seen friends going through break-ups and hurting from them, but you’d never realised how bad it really was.  
Not until you had to go through it all yourself.
*
You hummed to the faint music coming from the radio, swaying along whilst preparing dinner for you and Mase. Since you were still in the process of going from interview to interview to find the perfect job, you had the luxury of being home before him and getting everything ready for a nice dinner and a relaxed evening on the sofa.
After a few chaotic first weeks, the both of you had finally found a house you were both happy with and slowly but surely, the feeling of utter happiness and content seeped into you. Compared to Mason, it had been a little more difficult for you to leave it all behind and start over new, but it was mainly because you were still in the process of meeting people and warming up to all the other girlfriends and wives, whilst he’d known many of his teammates before.
“Hi baby.”, you smiled brightly when Mason stepped into the kitchen, expecting him to come up to you for a hug and a kiss, but the second you caught the serious look on his face, your smile dropped. “What’s wrong?”
“I erm…y/n I think we need to talk.” His voice was quiet and the second he couldn’t even look you in the eyes anymore but instead dropped his gaze to the floor, your heart sank in your chest.
“What’s going on, Mase? Has something happened?”
You turned the stove off and followed him into the living room. He’d already flopped down onto the armchair, hands running over his face before he dropped them into his lap.
“There’s no nice way to do this and I don’t really know how to tell you, but y/n this between us-“
“Are you breaking up with me?”
“y/n-“
“Please don’t.”, you whispered as the ugly knowledge of what was about to come made you feel sick to your stomach. There was a lump forming in the back of your throat as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest in pure and utter fear. “Mase, you can’t-“
“I never wanted it to turn out this way, I promise.”, he mumbled and you watched how his eyes filled with tears. “All of this is so new and overwhelming, and I don’t feel like I can…I can…I don’t even know, but I can’t do this right now. Everyone expects so much from me, like there’s this new club and manager and I need time to settle and-“
"Mase-" You were feeling hot all over. “You knew this all along, didn’t you?”, you whispered quietly, the tears now rolling down your cheeks as you could feel your heart slowly breaking in your chest. “You knew it would be a lot and that you’d need space and I’d be in the way. You could’ve told me you didn’t want me to come, and it would’ve saved me a lot of tears and pain and goodbyes.”
“No, it’s not that, I…I’m so, so sorry, y/n.”
“Then why? Why Mason? I thought we were happy. We chose this house together and…and…we talked about the future, OUR future…I thought you wanted me here and do all of this together, but apparently, I got it all wrong.”
“No, y/n I-“
“Did you even mean anything you said? Or was it all lies?”, you couldn’t help but get angry at him and the way he didn’t explain anything and instead just repeated the word sorry like a broken record with tears rolling down his cheeks as if he was the one getting broken up with. “Because I meant every single I love you. I meant it when I said I want to grow old with you and only you. But very obviously we’ve never been on the same page.”
“That’s not true.”, he sobbed, and you hated yourself for how much the sight of him like that hurt you.
“If it wasn’t true, you wouldn’t be doing this right now.”, you sniffed as you tried to hold yourself together as best as you could whilst all you wanted to do was to break down and cry.
“y/n, I do love you, I promise you. It’s…I’m in this weird headspace and-“
“Don’t, Mason. Please don’t.”, you cried. “Don’t tell me you love me because if you really did, you wouldn’t break up with me now. I just…I-“
“I’m so, so sorry, y/n. You have to believe me that-“
But you couldn’t do it anymore. With tears cascading down your cheeks, you turned on your heels and ran upstairs. The photos on the walls practically mocking you with happy memories of your relationship.  There you were, smiling and laughing happily in each other’s arms, him kissing your cheek…
You knew them all by heart as you’d carefully chosen them and when you passed the last one – the one where he held your chin between his fingers and kissed your lips – you wiped it off the wall, watched it fall to the laminate flooring and shatter into million tiny pieces.
A painful match to what had just happened to your relationship.
*
You’d called Ben that same evening. Sobbing down the phone, you’d tried to tell him that Mase had broken up with you and that you couldn’t stay in Manchester any longer. Ben had tried his best to calm you down and get you to talk to his best friend in the morning, but when you’d woken up and Mason was nowhere to be found, you’d packed the most important stuff, booked yourself a train ticket and made your way back to London.
Ben had left training early and picked you up at the station. He’d taken you in and made sure that you were somewhat okay, but the pain rippling through you with every breath you took was worse than you’d ever experienced.
And that’s when you finally understood. That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. The pain of realising that you never meant as much to the person who meant the world to you couldn’t be cured by some pathetic painkillers. That kind of pain struck its roots deep inside of you and was resistant to everything.
For days you’d stayed in bed, doing nothing but crying your little broken heart out, whilst Ben had done his best to help you through it all. He’d cuddled you until you’d eventually fallen asleep the first nights when you couldn't bear to be alone, tried to get you to eat although you hadn’t felt like it and whilst you’d hated every second of it, he’d dragged you out of bed and watched the shittiest shows on tv with you to stop your brain from running riot all the time.
After about three weeks, you’d taken up your friends’ offer of sharing a flat she’d found in Cobham. It had been difficult, getting yourself out there again, but you’d known it was necessary to stop yourself from spiralling.
However, up until today, half a year later, many of these everyday things were still incredibly difficult to tackle.
Mason had been by your side for the majority of your life; first as a friend and then later as your boyfriend of four years and because it had always been the expectation of you and him staying together until you were old and grey, you’d never prepared yourself for a life after him.
And the life after him was cruel.
The mornings and evenings were the worst. You’d sadly gotten used to it by now, but waking up in an empty bed still felt wrong. It made you miss his warmth and clinginess and the way he’d always woken you up with tiny kisses travelling from your neck over your cheeks until he could kiss you lips, that little bit more. And in the evenings, he’d always made sure to tell you he loved you and kissed you good night before wrapping you up in his strong arms, making you feel all safe.
The days were a little easier to conquer as usually the people around were a good distraction. With the job in the bakery near where you lived, you could afford the rent for your shared flat as well as the grocery shopping that was your responsibility every other week, but even that reminded you painfully of your ex.
Going grocery shopping had been one of your favourite chores to do. Usually, Mason had trailed along, caging you in between his warm body and the cart as the two of you had made your way around the shop, getting everything, you needed.
Some of your friends had started to drag you along to gatherings and parties a little while ago and whilst you understood and appreciated their efforts, the fact that they all either had boyfriends or were engaged already, didn’t necessarily help with your heartbreak.
But you still joined them and tried your best to get back into life as quickly as possible. Not only because it was important to find your footing again, but especially because you felt a little humiliated by the fact that you were still struggling, whilst Mason was going on with his life as if nothing had happened.
It pained you and you couldn’t explain why you did it, but you still followed his every move. It was a pretty self-destructive habit, but your stupid brain made you feel as if you had to know everything he was doing. Even if it was just to find that tiny little indication that he was missing you too. But no matter where you looked, you couldn’t find any.
He looked sharp on the pitch, didn’t struggle with fitting in and off the pitch he was seen with his friends, teammates and on top of that he was linked to a girl, you’d never heard of before. His life looked normal, as if you’d never been part of it, as if you not being there anymore didn’t hurt him at all.  
But Mason wasn’t okay. He tried to make others believe he was, but truth was, he was hurting just as much as you. He was missing you like crazy and the only reason he left the bed in the morning was the responsibility his job brought. And apart from that, it was mostly Luke who dragged him along to after-match-dinners, post-training-gatherings and whatnot, to ensure he didn’t fall down the rabbit hole, but most of the time, Mason just felt lost.
It was his fault; he was well aware of it. He’d caused this misery, but back then it had seemed that he’d had to make a choice. And whilst he’d thought it had been the right choice, it was very obvious now that it really hadn’t.  
You’d been his everything. The person who’d helped him through the very bad times, who’d held his hand and got him back up on his feet whenever he’d been pushed down. You’d always made sure to tell him how proud you were and how amazing he was doing; you’d made sure he’d known his worth whenever he’d felt like he was a failure.
You’d been the sunshine in his life, the reason for his smile and entire happiness. You’d been his person.
Well and then…he’d fucked it all up. He’d broken your heart, sent you away and left you both in a pile of broken pieces of what once had been a happy and loving relationship.
And whilst Mason already felt like shit, not knowing how you were holding up was worse. The image of your tearstained, flushed cheeks, your face contorted in disbelief and pain, was engraved into his mind and the fact that he’d caused it was the reason for his sleepless nights.
He didn’t know if you were doing somewhat okay or not. Your Instagram had gone all dead; no posts or stories that would give him a clue of what was happening in your life – not that he was still entitled to know after sending you away like that, but a small part of him needed to know how you were doing – and Ben wasn’t a big help either.
After some desperate begging and pleading, Ben had at least told him that you were safe and living with him and whilst it had eased his worries a little, the idea of you living with his best friend had him feeling a little weird.
Technically he knew that Ben would never go for his best friends’ ex and on top of that he had no right to even feel the way he did anyway since he was the one who’d ended things with you, but that green eyed monster had made itself a home in Mason’s body and kept inserting jealousy into his veins.
*-
“No, I swear it was funnier with you here, Mr. Prankster.”, Reece laughed.
Mason was on facetime with some of his old teammates who, after their own training session had just wanted to catch up with him and see how he was doing up North. He fed them the same lies as his family and friends, telling them how everything was going great and that now he’d found a house, he could finally settle in properly.
What he didn’t tell them was that he felt incredibly lonely. Home wasn’t a place; it had always been a feeling to him and that feeling only ever arose when he was with you. You had been his home, the place he felt safe and where he could be himself. And now that you weren’t by his side anymore, he felt lost.
Mason knew he had no right to feel sorry for himself, but he couldn’t help it. Hundreds of times he’d thought of driving down to London to talk to you and win you back, but every time he’d intended to, the image of your sad face had come up and he’d chickened out; convinced you hated him too much to take him back.
“C’mon, I’d like to think I’ve taught Chilly well.”, Mason grinned.
“Yeah well, he’s not half as good as you, bro. He keeps giving it away by…” The rest of what Reece said just faded the moment he caught a glimpse of you in the background.
You were talking to Levi who towered over your small figure and laughed at something you said and when he eventually leaned down to kiss your cheek before leaving, Mason’s heart dropped to his tummy. He felt hot all over and sick to his stomach.
What?
“Mase, you’re still with us? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”, Conor joked, and Mason couldn’t help but think that he wished it had been a ghost instead of what he’d just witnessed.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just got lost in thoughts for a second. I have to leave in a bit anyway, but make sure you call again sometime? It’s been good to speak to you all. I’ll come down to annoy you lot after the season.”, he smiled, hoping it was convincing enough to avoid raising suspicions and when they all happily waved and ended the call, the fake smile dropped from his face.
You and Levi?
Mason wasn't friends with him, so the whole never-date-your-mates’-ex-thing wasn't relevant, but he hadn't pegged you for someone who moved on that quickly. He'd spend more than a decade with you in his life and knew that when you loved, you loved deeply, and you'd always had a hard time closing with people and to see you being that close with Levi not long after the breakup…it hurt.
What did you see in him? Was it his maturity? The fact that he was so serious, but could be charming and funny at the same time? Mason didn’t know much about Levi at all, only that he was everything he himself wasn’t.
For a while he tried to distract himself with household activities he had neglected over the last few days, but as the thoughts kept buzzing and began to drive him insane, he flopped onto the sofa and texted Ben.
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He expected the following messages, but that didn’t mean they irritated him less.
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But because he needed to know, he pressed the call button in hopes his best friend wouldn’t ignore him.
“Mase.”, Ben sighed down the line after picking up. “I told you I won’t tell you anything. It’s none of your business.”
Mason rolled his eyes. He hated the fact that Ben was more your friend than his best friend at this point, but then again, he couldn’t hold it against him. You and Ben had always been close, basically like siblings from different parents, and Mason could only imagine how hard it must’ve been for Ben to see his best friend breaking your heart.
“Yeah, I know, Ben, but seriously what’s going on between her and Levi. I’ve seen them talking whilst we’ve been on facetime, and he kissed her cheek.”
“I’m sorry, I won’t tell you. I’m not in the place to talk about her to you, you know that.”
“Chilly, c’mon man. You’re my best friend.”, Mason groaned, dropping his head on the back of the sofa.
“Mase, I understand, but she’s not your girlfriend anymore.”, Ben sighed. “Why do you even care? You didn’t want her anymore. Like I said, you broke up with her out of nowhere after she’d moved to Manchester for you. You left her devastated and with a broken heart.”
“Yeah, I know Ben. I don’t think I can ever forget that. I feel like shit because of it, but I just need to know what’s going on. It kills me not to know if she’s with someone new.”
“Save your self-pity, mate. You're my best friend, but if you hang yourself with that now, it's your own fault. Were you looking at her when you ended it? I don't think so, cause otherwise you would know that you have absolutely no right to feel sorry for yourself and question what she is doing with her life after you’ve fucked her over like that.”
He knew he deserved all of that. As much as it hurt to admit, Ben was right with everything.
“I never meant to hurt her, Ben.”, Mason whispered after a moment of silence, finally putting his heart out. “I miss her so much and I don’t know what to do.”
Letting you go was the biggest mistake he’d ever made and with each day passing by, he hated himself a little more for it, but as much as he wanted to make it right and win you back, he wasn’t sure you’d let him. He needed a bit of help, a tiny hint that you missed him as much as he missed you, but for Ben to actually have his back, he needed to be very honest.
“Then why did you do it, Mase? You sent her away and the explanation you gave her just made it worse.”
“I don’t know. I think it got all too much and I felt like I was suffocating her with all the changes. She had to give her life up just because of a single decision I had to make. She tried to hide it, but I could see her struggling with settling in and all the new things going on.”
“Mase, you know I love you, but sorry you’re really daft sometimes. y/n would give up everything for you. Of course, it was difficult to start new and without all her friends, but you know her, she’s stubborn as fuck, do you really think she would’ve come with you if she hadn’t wanted to?”
Mason sighed as he let the words sink in. The words that cut right through his heart. The words that held the truth he’d tried so hard to push away as far as possible.
“I feel like a right idiot, and I know it was wrong, like ever since I got home that evening. I should’ve just talked to her and told her about my worries, and then I should’ve chased after her or at least come down to London a couple of days later, but now I feel like it’s all to late. I am too late, and I hate myself for it so much, Ben. I miss her so much and…that’s why I was asking about Levi…I- I hate the idea of her being with someone else…I can’t lose her…I just- Do you think I’ve lost her for good?”
He heard Ben letting out a long sigh and started to prepare himself for the worst. He’d fucked up and lost the best thing that had ever happened to him. You. And he would regret it for the rest of his life.
“I don’t think so, Mase. She’s not with Levi, that’s all I can tell you. I don’t know if there’s a basis for something between them, I only know they’re getting along well.”
*
You didn’t feel like going out to party at all. In fact, it sounded like your worst nightmare, but Iza was relentless and after you’d said no like 10 times she’d thrown a short black dress onto your bed, had given you a pointed look and left your room for you to get ready.
Knowing she only meant well, you gave in. Also, it wasn’t like you would’ve had an excuse anyway, since the season had been over for a week and football games couldn't ‘keep’ you from going out anymore. And besides that, you didn't want to disappoint Iza either.
She’d been there for you for the whole half year since you were back in London, had offered you a shoulder to cry on whenever you’d needed one and had put herself in the back seat.
And that’s why less than two hours later, you found yourself in a club, three drinks in and a fourth already in your hand.
“We’re gonna get wasteeeeed tonight.”, Iza grinned brightly, the alcohol already catching up with her and although you weren’t any better, you couldn’t help but laugh at her.
“I just want to forget everything for one night. Bring the alcohoool!”, you agreed, clinking your glass against hers before downing the shot.
For an hour you and Iza kept switching between having drinks and dancing as if your lives depended on it. Josh, Iza’s boyfriend and his friends were somewhere in the club too, but your best friend had decided to make it a girls-only-night.
You were just washing your hands after leaving Iza at the bar and dashing to the loo real quick, as you caught your own drunk reflection in the mirror. Why was it always the moment in the bathroom in front of the mirror when one realised how drunk one actually was?
It wasn't as if you didn't know what you were doing anymore, but the inhibition threshold had definitely dropped significantly. A fact that would cause some problems, because just at the moment when you left the bathroom, you came face to face with someone you definitely hadn’t expected to see anytime soon and when your eyes locked on his, you froze.
Your heart thudded in your chest at the way his warm gaze flitted all over your face. It was the first time ever since your break-up that you saw him in person and had you been sober, you’d probably started to cry because of your still hurting heart, but thanks to the alcohol clouding your senses, all you could think of was how good he looked.
The black vest hugged his toned torso perfectly, whilst the short-sleeved, white graphic shirt made sure he left the outlines of his body to the imagination and combined with the black fitted pants he looked as if he’d been crafted by the gods.
And Mason just stared back at you. His big brown eyes were focussed on you, the intensity in his gaze had shivers running down your spine and when a tiny smile appeared on his lips, your heart skipped a beat.
“y/n.”, he breathed. “I didn’t think-“
“Talk somewhere else, not in the middle of the hallway, for god’s sake.”, a guy cursed as he brushed past, accidentally pushing you in the process.
In your heels you lost your balance, stumbling forward a step or two and since there wasn’t much space in the narrow hallway, you fell right into Mason’s broad chest, just about managing to grab a hold of his shoulders.
In an instant, his hands were on your waist to steady you; probably out of pure reflex, but your heart still pounded heavily at the way his skin felt all hot against yours and when you caught a whiff of his scent, you felt as if you were going to pass out any second.
He still smelt the same. Homely.
“Easy there.”, Mason chuckled in an attempt to downplay the sudden nervousness rushing through his body. It had been a rather long while since he’d felt you this close and whilst he knew he should let go of you, he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on you the moment you looked up and your beautiful eyes locked on his.
And for some reason, you couldn’t look away. You simply stared into his big brown eyes, fingers tightening ever so slightly on his shoulders the more the tension around the two of you grew. The sounds coming from the club faded into a background noise as all you could hear was your heart thundering in your chest.
You couldn’t quite place the expression on his face as he stared back at you and although you were sure you were just misinterpreting everything, you couldn’t help but think you recognised the same feelings that haunted you whenever you closed your eyes: Sadness, regret and this awful longing for someone special.
Neither of you said anything, but when his gaze dropped to your lips, the action spoke louder than any word ever could.
“y/n.”, he whispered hoarsely, not even sure what he wanted to say, but it seemed as if you understood and despite your heart threatening to burst through your ribs, you leaned in and kissed him. Deeply.
You knew that you shouldn’t and that after all the disappointment of him breaking up with you and never giving asking you to come back a second thought, you should just tell him to fuck off, but you couldn’t.
The second his scent had invaded your brain and his big brown eyes had locked on yours, you’d fallen down the rabbit hole.
You kissed him as if your life depended on it and Mason kissed you back just as desperately. His hands on your waist pulling you flush against him as he gently brushed his tongue over your bottom lip, wordlessly asking for entrance.  
-
You groaned the second you tried to open your eyes. The bright sun shining through the still open curtains way too bright for the state you were in.
“Bloody hell.” In an attempt to relieve a bit of the pressure, you pressed your hand flat to your forehead. Your head pounded as if hundreds of tiny men were jumping around in it, and on top of that a wave of nausea hit you the second you tried to sit up. “I’ll never even take as much as a glance at alcohol ever again.”
You had no idea how much you’d even had. In fact, you couldn’t even remember the drinking bit in the first place as the last thing you could recall was Josh driving you and Iza to the club. Everything after that had disappeared into a big black hole. Forever and always, to never come back.
Two hours later, you were at least able to get up and shuffle into the kitchen, ready to grab some painkillers and water.
“You look like death warmed up.”, she grinned, but by the way she grimaced the second her head moved a little you could tell that she wasn't feeling any better than you.
“I can’t remember anything. Must’ve been a good one.”, you chuckled. “I know I don’t look very grateful right now but thank you for forcing me. I think I needed it.”
*
It had taken you a day or two to get over your hangover, especially as for some reason the night out had left you with a weird gut feeling. Iza’s reaction to you saying you couldn’t remember a thing from the night had confused you a little. She’d looked a little…sad. But when you’d asked her about it, she’d just played it off.
It had bothered you for a few days, but now two weeks later, there was something else keeping you on your toes: the thought of seeing Mason for the first time ever since the break-up.
“I don’t think I should go.”, you mumbled as you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. “This is a bad idea, Iza. Maybe I should call and tell him I’m feeling sick.”
To say you were nervous to go to Ben’s birthday party would be an understatement. It would be the first time ever since the break-up that you would see Mason and although you pretended to be okay, you felt like everyone knew you weren’t.
Even after months you still missed him like crazy. A part of you hated him for what happened, for how he’d broken your heart and made you feel as if you’d never been important to him, but the bigger part of you just missed him and the thought of seeing him scared the shit out of you.
“This is Ben we’re talking about, y/n. He’d catch onto your lie straight away.” Iza shook her head and you hated how right she was.
“But I actually am feeling like I’m going to throw up any second.”
“Look, I get that, hun.”, she sighed sympathetically. “But you have me and plenty of other people you know and get along well with will be there too. Levi will be there, in fact.”
“Yeah, because he’ll be happy to see me after I’ve rejected him last week.”, you rolled your eyes, refusing to think back to the moment the defender had asked you out and you’d said no.
“y/n, sweetie, he’s not mad at you, you know that. He just wanted to shoot his shot instead of regretting chickening out. He told you that he’s cool with it and that he understands.”
Iza wasn’t wrong and being honest with yourself, you knew that, but it didn’t help with the fact that you felt a little awkward around Levi now. You felt bad for rejecting him as you actually got along really well, but apart from the fact that going out with one of your ex’s England teammates was out of the question, your heart was still trying to let go of the deep feelings for Mason.
“Look, I know this is a lot and that the thought of seeing Mason again scares you, but-“
“What if he brings a date?” You voice was quiet as you were quite hesitant to even voice your biggest fear. Seeing him with someone else would break your heart all over again and you weren’t sure you could handle it.
Iza sent you a sympathetic smile before pulling you to sit next to her on the bed. She grabbed your hands in hers, thumbs rubbing over your skin to calm you, but she could tell how terrified you were.
“I don't know if Mason has someone new, but even if he does, I'm 100% sure Ben would never invite her along. You’re like his little sister and he’d never do anything to hurt you. He’s gone out of his way to protect you and help you with everything, okay?”
When you nodded convincingly, she smiled at you. “Good, now get your bum up, do your hair and then we’re good to go. You look beautiful and I know you don’t want to hear it, but you need to show Mason what he’s lost.”
You chuckled quietly before getting serious again. “Thank you, Iza. For everything. I wouldn’t be where I am without you.”
20 minutes later, you arrived at Ben’s. The party was in full swing already, as the two of you had decided to arrive fashionably late, but when the birthday boy opened the door, a big smile on his face at the sight of you, it was all forgotten.
“Happy birthday, Benji.”, you grinned before pressing a kiss to his stubbly cheek.
“Thank you for coming.”, he whispered into your ear as he hugged you tightly. He knew that it was a big deal for you and that’s why he appreciated it even more.
“It’s your birthday Benji, of course I’m here.”, you shrugged, trying to make it look as if it didn’t terrify you, but your friend could see right through you.
“No one is allowed to go upstairs, so it’s a safe space in case you need to take a breather, okay?” Ben gently squeezed your hands and you could’ve cried because of how grateful you were to have him.
With Iza by your side, you made your way inside, subconsciously scanning the small crowd for Mason and it didn’t take you long to spot him. Him and Harvey were closer than you’d hoped for. They stood talking by the kitchen door, a mere three meters from where you were and once Harvey noticed you, he came over with a bright smile, Mason slowly trailing behind him.
“y/n, darling, long time no see. How are you?” The blonde young man hugged you quickly before stepping back a little.
“I’ve been okay.”, you smiled meekly. It may not have been quite the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. You really were okay - most of the time, anyway.
When Harvey turned to greet Iza, you felt like running away, but after the little peptalk your best friend had given you, you were willing to be brave, so you raised your eyes to find Mason’s gaze. You at least wanted to be civil – for Ben’s sake.
“Hi y/n.”, he mumbled quietly, a slight blush on the tops of his cheeks. You hated the shiver running down your spine at hearing your own name falling from his lips after an eternity. He still had this hold over you…
“Hi Mason.”, you nodded, not able to force a smile onto your lips. The mere sight of him, his big brown eyes and the soft smile had your heart leaping in your chest. It hurt to see him again, to hear his voice and to be in his presence and you realised you had to keep your distance tonight.
There was something flashing up in his eyes when you didn’t say anything else; something you couldn’t quite place and if it didn't sound so unrealistic, you would almost have thought it was disappointment.
“I erm…I’ll get myself something to drink.”
Mason watched you disappearing towards the kitchen and for a moment he thought about following you, but his stubbornness didn’t allow him.
He’d thought that after the incident in the club, after you’d kissed him, you would reach out and initiate a conversation as very obviously there still was something between the two of you, but you never had. You’d kissed him and left him with radio silence.
After your second drink, you decided to stick to drinking water. Because of the nerves, you hadn't been able to eat much, and it was showing as the little bit of alcohol had reached a certain effect already, and you didn't want it to get worse.
Especially as there were two stages of drunk-you: Up to a certain point you were a funny drunk, laughing a lot and just enjoying life – sometimes even doing questionable things – but once you were passed that point, drunk-you got clingy and whiny, basically an emotional mess.
And you wanted to avoid the latter at all costs. You felt like a party pooper anyway as you couldn’t really enjoy the party with Mason around. Your thoughts were all about him all the time and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t help it.
He was distant. Avoiding you even and although you knew it was normal and probably what exes did, you were miserable because of it. It bothered you, the way he didn’t even try to talk to you, but instead made sure to be as far away as possible.
Deep down you knew it only hurt because it was proof that he was over you. That he didn’t miss you the way you missed him. And that broke your heart all over again.
It was a little while later, that you eventually came across him. You just wanted to go to the loo when you found him talking to Iza in the hallway and that was when you couldn’t hold back anymore. He wasn’t friends with her and to see him talking to her, but not to you was the final nail in the coffin. The turmoil of emotions that had been building up for the last two hours snapped.
“Oh, so you’re talking to everyone but me, I see.”
“I just didn’t see the point after you brushed me off when you arrived.”, he shrugged, seemingly unfazed by how you’d entered the scene like a bulldozer.
“You didn’t see the- What the fuck is wrong with you? Did me brushing you off hurt your heart? Newsflash, Mason, you’re the one who broke up with me, so no wonder I wasn’t necessarily happy to see you here.”, you chuckled hollowly.
You knew you sounded petty and probably were a bit unfair to him as it was his first time seeing you again as well, but you couldn’t help it. Anger and sadness and hurt had taken over your ability to think straight and you just needed to get it all off your chest.
“Well, at least I’m not the one who went out with a guy and kissed their ex the same night, only then to pretend it never happened.”
Everything you’d wanted to say, disappeared into nowhere the moment Mason dropped that bomb. The silence surrounding the two of you all of sudden was deafening, creeping in on you and leaving you unable to breathe for a moment.
“What the hell are you talking about, Mason?”
“Are you being for real? You can't even admit it now? How pathetic, really. I honestly expected more from you, y/n.”
You could see the hurt in his eyes, the true disappointment and it pulled at your heartstrings, but the pure irritation inside of you made it difficult to take a breath and calm down.
“I am pathetic? Mason, I have no idea what you’re talking about, so don’t you dare tell me I’m pathetic.”
Mason flinched a little as you raised your voice at him, but he didn’t back off. If anything, his stare just got more intense by the second.
“God, I can’t believe you’re actually trying to keep this act up…just admit it for God’s sake. Go ahead and tell me it was a mistake and because you were drunk or whatever, but don’t just pretend it didn’t happen!”
“Pretend what didn’t happen, Mason?” You threw your hands in the air as you grew more agitated the more you felt like you had to solve a riddle. “Please enlighten me, because I have no fucking clue!”
“You kissed me, y/n!”, he exclaimed. His cheeks were flushed pink now, brows furrowed, and you could see the desperation in the way he ran his hands through his hair. “In that club a few weeks ago. You just…you kissed me.”
Your whole face went blank the second you realised he was talking about the night out you had no memories from. That night that had left a weird feeling in your gut and you were suddenly reminded of the sad look on Iza’s face when you’d told her that you couldn’t remember a thing.
You narrowed your eyes at Mason, still a little annoyed, but the anger in the pit of your stomach slowly fizzled out.
“I was in the same club as you were, unintentionally, and you came out of the loo whilst I was waiting for Woody in the hallway. Someone accidentally pushed you and I caught you. I don’t know why but you ended up kissing me. And then you left, probably to go back to the guy you came with.”
Mason had pulled his brows together in anger. His brown eyes were still focussed on you, but they appeared colder than before. Cold and sad.
“You came with that guy and kissed me, only to leave with him. Why? Did you think it was funny? Did it give you some sort of kick or something? To kiss your ex while being out with someone else? Who even was that? Not that I really want to know, but what the fuck, y/n. Do you have any idea what that felt like? If that was your revenge for what happened, I don't know getting me back for ending it, then...Fuck! I have no idea why you did it y/n, but it hurt. You just kissed me.”
The more he explained, the more the suspicion grew inside of you: He was obviously hurt and maybe, just maybe even jealous. You knew it didn’t really make any sense as he’d broken up with you and never even tried to contact you one way or another, but the more he tried to make you see his point, the more jealous he sounded and you couldn’t help but feel a little happy about it.
You didn't really want to let it happen, but that little spark of hope that had somehow survived the last few months flared up again. But you couldn’t let yourself get lost in that hope; you needed confirmation. Or closure.
“Why do you even care so much, Mason? You ended it, remember? We’re over.” There was a tiny smirk pulling on your lips as you tried to get him to admit it, but you knew Mason, it wouldn’t be that easy. Not when he had to risk getting rejected and humiliated.
He looked all flustered, attempting to say something, but he just ended up opening and closing his mouth. You were right and he hated it. Even if you’d kissed him for the fun of it, he couldn’t hold it against you. After breaking up with you the way he had, this was you giving him a taste of his own medicine.
“Something you want to say?”, you laughed hollowly, but Mason just gave you a look before turning on his heels and walking away. Deep down he knew that the spark between the two of you hadn’t died; the kiss in the club had been enough proof for that, but he was too much of a coward to admit it to you.
You watched him go back to where the rest of the group was, knowing you should probably join the others again too, but there was too much going on inside your mind. Too many unanswered questions, too many emotions…You couldn't help but feel disappointed as he'd just left you standing on your own again...
You needed a moment to catch your breath, to get yourself together so instead of following Mason, you turned and went upstairs with your favourite place in Ben’s house in mind.
The small balcony could only be reached through the guest bedroom you'd spent the first time after coming back to London in. Back then you’d quickly realised how much peace it brought you to watch the night sky.
The darkness, the millions of stars and the moon made your problems and worried appear so small and insignificant; just watching the sky slowed your heart and mind down. It made everything seem so peaceful.
Downstairs, Mason’s thoughts were all over the place. He hid himself away in the kitchen for a moment, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do.
He’d missed you like crazy before, but the kiss in the club had made it worse and all he wanted to do was to make things right, apologise and ask for your forgiveness, but he didn’t know how. The conversation from a few minutes ago hadn’t necessarily made things easier. Quite the opposite actually, as he was sure he’d pissed you off properly with the way he’d practically shouted at you and left you in the hallway the second he didn’t know what to say anymore.
But despite all the question marks filling his mind, he knew that today was his only chance to make things right. His summer holidays were basically around the corner and once he was back, there would be only little time before he had to be back in Manchester for pre-season training.
Taking a deep breath, he left the kitchen to go and look for you, but to his surprise you were no where to be seen.
“Ben erm…”, Mason scratched his neck awkwardly. “Do know if erm…if y/n has left already? We kinda talked and…I don’t know it didn’t go really well and I just feel like I have to explain something.”
Ben sighed as a little regret of inviting both, you and Mason filled his veins. “Mate, if you’ve actually fucked it up again, I’ll have your head.”
“No, I…it’s not that. I think she can’t remember anything from that night and when I tried to explain I sounded jealous and-“
“Because you are jealous, Mase.”, Ben laughed, patting his best friend on the shoulder.
“Well yeah, I know it’s just…I didn’t tell her. Like I chickened out and left instead of admitting it and I just need to talk to her properly. I need to be erm…honest.”
Ben could see the seriousness in his friend’s expression and nodded. He knew you missed Mason and despite everything were still in love with him and despite everything, he didn’t want to get in the way.
“She’s probably upstairs. The guestroom is where she’s slept after coming back from Manchester. It has a little balcony, and she loves sitting there and watching the stars. You should go looking for her there, but Mase, if you fuck this up, there’s no way I’ll have your back.”
“I know.”, Mason nodded. “Thank you, mate.”
He quickly jogged up the stairs and just like suspected, he found you sitting on a lounger and staring into the night sky. For a moment, he just took you in. You looked calm, your features relaxed and there was a small smile tugging on your lips as you’d tilted your head back a little, but before long, Mason slowly walked over and sat down next to you.
“It’s peaceful.”, you said quietly. “Watching the stars, I mean. They’re so far away, but still so bright and with the silence of the night it just clears the mind.”
Out of the corner of your eye you watched Mason tilting his head back a little, eyes focussed on the millions of stars illuminating the sky. The gentle moonlight brushed over his perfect features, highlighting the hundreds of freckles on his cheeks, his long lashes and the soft curve of his lips. He was so beautiful, so perfect and the longer you looked at him, the more the heavy feeling in your chest grew.
He wasn’t yours anymore.
Your eyes stung with tears at the memory of how you’d loved to simply look at him whenever he was fast asleep next to you. How you’d loved to trail your fingers over his nose and cheekbones. How you’d loved to trace the freckles on his soft skin.
You’d wanted to get over him so badly, but now that he was so close, there was no denying that you still loved him. That you were still in love with him.
Carefully, you leaned your head against his shoulder and when he didn’t pull away, but instead wrapped his arm around your waist, a tear rolled down your cheek.
“Did I really kiss you in that club?”
“Yeah.”, he whispered, emotions tugging at his every heartstring.
“And…did you kiss me back?”
Mason gently leaned his head on top of yours. “Of course.” His voice was a little hoarse as he could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat and when you didn’t say anything else, but opted to keep staring into the sky, his fingers gently squeezed your side.
For a while, you just sat side by side, lost in thought and basking in the feeling only the other could provide and for the very first time since months you felt at ease. The turmoil of emotions had calmed down, the constant pain had dulled and all you were left with was the feeling of home only Mason held for you.
“We should probably head back inside.”, you whispered as you started to feel a little bad for abandoning Ben on his own birthday.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”, Mason agreed, although he wanted nothing more than to sit there with you forever. It just felt so right.
Everything felt right with you.
When you came back downstairs, you realised that most of the guests had left already, making you question for how long you and Mason had actually sat on that balcony.
“Sorry, Ben, we didn’t mean to-“
“Don’t apologise.”, he smiled softly. Maybe you and Mason weren't back where you belonged yet, but the fact that you'd been gone so long and obviously hadn't clawed your eyes out only showed him that you were on the right track, and he would never be mad at either of you for making progress. Even if it was on his birthday.
“You will have to share the bedroom, though. I tried to keep two empty, but Henry spontaneously decided to stay too, so the only one left is the one upstairs.”
“Oh erm…I can take the sofa too, no problem.”, Mason offered, but before you could protest and remind him of his back, Ben had shaken his head already.
“Woody’s taken that already. Sorry.”
It was a little awkward when about 15 minutes later you emerged from the en-suite bathroom. Mason was perched on the edge of the bed, typing away on his phone and just waiting for it to be his turn to brush his teeth.  
“You erm…I’m done in there.” You blushed when he raised his gaze to look at you and whilst at home, you’d thought about simply sleeping in a big t-shirt, you were now happy you’d chosen shorts and a matching top as your pjs.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”, he nodded and the small smile playing on his lips had your knees weakening.
How were you supposed to survive the night?
You’d just gotten under the sheets and relaxed into the soft mattress on your side of the queen-sized bed, when Mason reappeared. To your surprise, he kept his shirt on as he joined you in bed and although it was just a tiny detail, it warmed your heart.
Early on in your relationship, he’d explained how he hated sleeping with a shirt on as he got too hot and the fabric just bothered him and the way he now kept it on to make you feel a little more comfortable around him, had you screaming internally.
It was weird to be in the same bed with him; to be so close, but at the same time so far away as you were both lying back-to-back, and you figured it would be difficult for sleep to take over, but to your utter surprise, you found yourself being eased into sleep by his soft breathing and his protective and soothing presence behind you.
-
When you woke up the next morning, it took you a second or two to gather your thoughts and make sense of the situation as you thought it all must’ve been a dream, but the gentle snoring filling the room brought you back into reality rather quickly.
You were lying on your back, pressed into the mattress by a heavy body lying half on top of you. His head was comfortably placed on your chest and the thought of him seeking out your proximity in his sleep had you blushing.
For a moment, you simply looked at him. The way his head was tilted upwards a little gave you the perfect view of his pretty features. His lashes fanned the tops of his freckled cheeks, the bridge of his nose had a rosy tinge, and his pink lips were slightly parted.
Carefully to avoid disturbing his peaceful slumber, you ran your hand through his soft hair just like you’d always done when you’d woken up before him and the mere feeling of his body half on top of yours, his hair beneath your fingers and him in your arms mended tiny parts of your broken heart.
But at the same time it just made you miss him more and you hoped he’d stay fast asleep for another few hours so you could bask in this moment for a while longer.
Little did you know though, that Mason had been awake for quite some time already. He’d woken up before you, in your arms but he hadn’t dared to make a move. It had been way too long that he’d been able to feel you like this and obviously he knew it was his own fault, but it didn’t make him miss you less.
Quietly, he enjoyed your fingers running through his hair and scratching his scalp in the way only you knew how to, but after a while the urge to say something and make things right got too big.
“Morning.”
His words startled you as you hadn’t expected him to be awake already and you quickly pulled your hand back, but Mason was quick in reaching up and placing it back into his hair. “Feels nice.”
“Bit like old times.” Your voice was shaky as all the emotions yesterday and this morning had dragged to the surface came crashing down and you realised that this was the moment everything would either start to heal slowly or break apart again.
And you weren’t sure how to survive the latter.  
“I miss you, y/n.”, Mason admitted quietly.
“You left me.”
“I know, I just…I miss you so much.”
You could hear the pain in his voice, the pent-up emotions he’d tried to hold back just like you had over the last months and when he shuffled up until he came face to face with you, you could see the tears brimming in his eyes.
“Why did you do it then? Why did you send me away?”
“I just wanted to see you happy, y/n.”, he smiled sadly. “I felt so guilty for dragging you up to Manchester. You had your whole life in London, job, family, friends, everything and then because of a decision I had to make, you had to throw it all aboard and start new.”
“You sent me away because you didn’t think I was happy? You made that decision for me instead of talking to me?”
You were confused and maybe a little angry, but the moment the first tear spilled down his cheek, your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. Sitting up, you turned to face him, and Mason was quick to follow your lead.  
“I could see you struggling.”, he gulped, wiping the tears rolling down his cheeks. “You didn’t really know anyone and as the days passed it was so obvious how much you missed everyone. I caught you crying one evening when you hung up the phone after you’d spoken to your mum, y/n. You would’ve never admitted it and I felt so bad for keeping you with me, when it wasn’t home to you.”
“Mase, home has always been where you were.”, you whispered, trying to catch the tears falling from his eyes, whilst it was hard to see through your own. “Of course, it was difficult in the beginning, you know it always takes me a while to get used to new things and let people in, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to be there. You have always been home to me. Not London, not Manchester, not anywhere else. Just you.”
And then it was suddenly too much for Mason. Everything came crashing down on him. Months of agony, months of pain, months of missing you. The realisation that he’d fucked up the best thing that had ever happened to him.
“I’m so sorry.”, he cried as he hunched over, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so fucking sorry, I don’t know what to say. I fucked up the best thing I’ve ever had, I sent you away and I’ve hurt you so much. I’m so fucking sorry.”
You carefully brushed a hand through his hair in an attempt to help him calm down again and when he eventually locked his teary eyes on yours, you you took one of his hands in your own.
“Why didn’t you speak to me? I would’ve told you, Mase. I would’ve told you it was just taking me a bit longer, but you never gave me the chance. You just sent me away and then you looked so okay with everything. You went on with your life as if nothing happened. It hurt, Mase.”
“No, I- I’m not okay.”, he shook his head. “Nothing is okay, it never is, but that’s just how I function most days. It’s hard getting up in the morning and going to training, but at the same time that’s the only thing keeping me from constantly thinking about you and how you might’ve moved on.”
A sad laugh left your lips the moment he mentioned moving on from him. “I can’t. I don’t think I will ever be able to move on from you, Mase. I’m still fucked up from it all and I don’t know when it will get better.”, you sniffled. “Until yesterday, I didn’t think it would ever get better.”
“And then?”
“Then we talked and you seemed so jealous a-“
“I was jealous.”, Mason admitted quickly. He felt his cheeks heating up, but he didn’t care. This was his chance to make it all right. His only chance so he had to lay it all out in front of you. His whole heart.
“Have been for a while, you know? First Levi and then that guy you went to the club with…That weekend, I came to London to speak to you. I wanted to apologise and tell you how much I miss you, I wanted to make things right. But when I rounded the corner I saw you leaving your house with that guy and-“
“That guy was Josh.”, you interrupted him. “He’s Iza’s new boyfriend and he drove us to the club. She’d left a minute before to grab the car, but you must’ve missed that.”
Mason’s heart dropped at hearing that. He could’ve talked to you weeks ago, but no, he had to read his own truth from it and ended up getting the wrong end of the stick. He sighed and dropped his gaze ashamedly to your hands still holding his. He felt like an idiot and he knew it would only get worse, but he felt like he had to ask to find closure.
“And what about Levi? I was on facetime with Ben and some other guys the other day and…you were in the background with Levi…he kissed your cheek, but when I asked Ben, he said he couldn’t tell me anything.”
“He’s just a friend, Mase.” You watched the blush spread over his whole face, but the relief in his eyes was what made your heart stumble in your chest. “I haven’t seen anyone ever since you broke up with me. I couldn’t it just…it hurt too much.”
Mason gently wiped a tear from your cheek. His heart hurt so hard, he wasn’t sure it would ever stop. He’d known before how much pain he’d caused you, but to see it right in front of his eyes was what tore him apart.
“I’m so sorry, y/n.”, he breathed as tears welled up in his eyes again and when he pulled you into his arms and you clung onto him almost immediately, they eventually fell. “I am so fucking sorry. I want to make it right, y/n. I just want you back.”
You turned your head on his shoulder so you could speak to him without pulling back. “When we sat on that balcony…it felt like something was healing inside of me. And when I woke up this morning, with you here I just…I don’t know how to explain it.”
“You don’t have to find the perfect words, y/n. Just tell me what you’re feeling. Please.”
And that was all it took for you to let go. “I…I just love you so much.”, you sobbed, and you felt his arms tightening around you.
“You broke my heart and left me in the pouring rain on my own, you ignored me and basically sent me back to London because you didn’t want me anymore. And then you went on with your life as if everything was okay and it just made me feel as if I’d never been as important to you as you were to me. It hurt me so much Mase, you hurt me so much. It made me feel as if with your new life in Manchester little old me wasn’t good enough anymore.”
Somewhere in the middle of your speech, something broke deep inside of Mason and he wasn’t sure if it would ever be the same. Your words and the pain behind them cut right through his heart and made him wish desperately he could turn back the time to take it all back.
He'd never meant to hurt you. All he’d wanted was to ensure you were happy, but instead he’d put you through hell and back.
“You could never be not good enough.”, he sobbed, trying to hold you even closer. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I hate myself for making you feel like you weren’t. I’ve always needed you and all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy and I know now that it never made sense, but back then I really thought I was doing the right thing for you.”
Mason pulled back a little and grabbed your face in between his hands.
“Look at me please.”, he asked quietly and once your teary eyes were locked on his, he smiled. “I’ve missed you ever since you left our house that day. I felt homesick, you know? Not because of my family or my friends, but because of you. I felt homesick because like you said, you’re home to me.”
You closed your eyes as his thumbs gently wiped away the tears and when he kissed your forehead, a small smile appeared on your lips.
“I don’t know how to make you believe that I can make us work again, but I’m not going to give up. I did that once and…we both know it was the wrong choice…and that’s why I’m here, why I’m wanting to make it right. I came to London because of you, I wanted to apologise and make things right and tell you that I’m lost without you. I’m as lost without you as you are without me because y/n you’re my whole life. I love you, I love you so much it hurts.”
A fresh wave of tears cascaded down your cheeks as his words slowly sank in. He loved you. He still loved you as much as you loved him.
“If we’re going to do this again, you have to promise it will be different.” You took a deep breath as you tried to blink your tears away. “You have to show me that you’re ready this time. To have me up there with you and go through the rough patches no matter how difficult. You need to talk to me Mase.”
“I am ready. I promise you, I am.” Mason’s bottom lip wobbled from the way he was trying to hold back the tears as best as he could. “All I want is to have you by my side. I love you, I love you so much and I promise I’ll make sure you know how important you are to me.”
“Okay.”, you gulped. “If you walk away again, Mase, it’ll be for good. I can’t go through all of this again. I can’t have my heart broken like this again.”
“It will never happen again.”, he promised with a shaky voice. “I’ll love you forever and another day. I’ll never let go of your hand again. I love you, y/n.”
“I love you, too, Mase.”
And although you were both still crying, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a much needed and desperate kiss. A kiss, you’d both been craving for way too long.
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ieatstarsforaliving · 1 year ago
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The Origin (1)
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Summary: How you and Hazel and the fight club started. Also Hazel's Spider-Woman. But you don't know that.
Pairing: Spider-Woman!Hazel Callahan x Classmate!Reader
Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), mentions of bruises and cuts, Idk what else
Word Count: 1508
Note: It's literally my first post. It may suck. I don't care. I don't get paid for this. I hope you do enjoy though, cause there's not enough Spider-Woman Hazel Callahan fics out here. Love yall - Bia <3
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“You got paired up with (Y/N) for the ‘women murdered in history’ project?” 
Hazel nodded at Josie’s question. She had just left Mr. G’s class with PJ and Josie where he had introduced a new project to create a diorama based on a famous woman who was murdered. The partners were chosen by random, and to Hazel’s horror, she was paired up with you. 
Who just happened to be Hazel’s crush for 4. fucking. years.
Hazel had many moments of crises in her 18 years of life, which included getting bitten by a radioactive spider during sophomore year at a school field trip to the science fair, getting caught by Josie and PJ’s spider-trap (Where PJ wanted to catch Spider-Woman for her youtube channel with a net, and she actually managed to?) and Hazel had to reveal her secret identity, and her mother’s recent divorce with her minor-fucking, emotionally unavailable father. 
But none of them made Hazel as frantic as being paired with you for a school project. 
“Thats fucking amazing,” PJ said in jealousy. “How come that never happens with me and Brittany? I got paired up with that one emo kid who probably wants to blow up the school.” 
Hazel groaned, leaning her head against her locker. She was already tired from last night’s fight with a local bank robbery, which led to her face scratched and bandaged up today. She couldn’t stop thinking about how she was going to impress you. 
“Okay, well, you don’t look very happy considering you’re like, obsessed with her,” Josie commented. She was well used to Hazel’s constant remarks about how pretty you looked during class or how you made eye contact with her for 2 seconds. 
“I’m fucked. I just get so nervous around her,” Hazel replied, anxiety seeping out from her voice. “I have never really had a conversation with her other than, ‘hello’. If I can’t even talk to her properly, how am I going to do a whole project with her?” 
PJ rolled her eyes. “Hazel, why are you so worried? You literally swing down tall ass buildings and beat up tall ass criminals, and you can’t even talk to a girl that you like? Didn’t your spider powers give you like, enhanced everything?” 
“I’m pretty sure the whole point of Hazel’s secret identity is for you to not talk about it out in the open, PJ.” 
“I’m just saying, if I saved the neighborhood every night wearing a red and blue spandex lady gaga suit, I’d be getting so much puss right now.” 
The two continued to bicker as Hazel sighed. PJ was right. It was just a project. It wasn’t a big deal, it was only for a week, and she was certain you were straight anyways. All she had to do was just man up and talk to—
“Hazel?” 
Hazel jumped, turning around from her locker to see you standing with an alluring smile on your face. You wanted to talk to your project partner before the start of next class, who seemed to be very stunned at the sight of you. She looked like a puppy, with her widened blue eyes and her tousled brown hair. 
Hazel blinked rapidly and clutched her notebook, barely managing to reply with a small, “Hi.” 
“I don’t know if you remember me. I’m (Y/N),” You introduced yourself, starting to offer your hand but retracting immediately because you realized that you’re a high schooler and that it’s probably lame to shake hands in this day and age. “I’m partnered up with you for Mr. G’s class—” 
“-Yeah, I know who you are. (Y/N),” Hazel said, almost too quickly, causing her friends to hold in their laughter. “Mr. G’s project. Yeah– I can work on it. All of it, if you want.” 
“No, of course not, we can work on it together,” You laughed, before recognizing all the injuries on Hazel’s face. “By the way, you’re pretty bruised up. Are you okay?” 
Hazel instantly touched her bandages, feeling a bit embarrassed at her state. 
“’m fine. I just fell.” 
You frowned, staring intensely at Hazel’s face. “I don’t think you can get these cuts from falling.” 
“Well, some of them are from falling and some of them aren’t...” Hazel trailed off as you came closer, your face filled with genuine worry. You knew Hazel wasn't exactly popular, but you didn’t know she was bullied. Hazel slowly backed away, her heart beating out of her chest as her back made contact with her locker. 
Hazel's Face started to burn up, turning to Josie for help. Josie stuttered, “This is nothing, she just– she’s part of this— this club, and—”
“A club? What kind of club fucks up her face like this?” You interrupted, your hands reaching out and brushing Hazel’s bangs out of the way, carefully examining the bandages. “Is it like a fight club?” 
“Yes!” 
“No–” 
“-More like a women’s self defense club?”
You looked at the three girls who’ve provided different answers all at the same time.
PJ spoke up first. 
“Yes, we absolutely do have this club where girls fucking beat each other up and shit for… feminism. So that we can teach girls how to protect themselves from the evil male football players.” 
“You know how to fight?” You asked, staring at PJ who barely had any muscles.
“Yes. Because, We… went… to… juvie over the summer.” 
You blinked.
“...There’s also a serious lack of female solidarity in this school,” Hazel stiffly added. 
“Right. Okay, that’s fine, I guess,” You accepted. “Could I join?” 
“Yes. Absolutely!” PJ exclaimed, her face lighting up immediately. “You could bring your friends too. You know. Specifically your cheerleader friends. Specifically Brittany and Isabel.” 
Before you could question why specifically Brittany and Isabel, the bell rang to inform the students for the start of next class. 
“Okay, here—” You took the notebook Hazel was holding and quickly scribbled your number on one of the pages. “Message me so we can talk about the project. And the club. Is that okay?” 
You handed the notebook back as Hazel nodded, in denial that you just gave her your fucking phone number. You waved before running off to your next class, feeling happy that you had made a new friend. (haha friend…)
Meanwhile, Josie was losing her mind. 
“PJ, what the fuck are you doing?” 
“This is absolutely perfect!” 
“No, it’s not, PJ— we don’t have a feminist women’s self-defense fight club. You also don’t care about feminism. Your favorite movie is Entourage.” 
“Okay, first of all, shut up, and second, we can just make the club now, obviously. Come on– I just created the perfect opportunity for all of us to talk to Brittany, Isabel, and (Y/N)!” 
“Hazel, please tell PJ that she’s insane,” Josie turned to Hazel. 
Hazel grinned and said; 
“She gave me her number.” 
Josie groaned. “Congratulations! But we have a bigger problem now. We don’t know how to defend ourselves!” 
“Self-defense is common sense. You try to punch me in the face. I stop it from happening. Whatever, I don’t care, it’s easy,” PJ shrugged, holding a MMA fighter stance and started throwing air punches. 
“Yeah, maybe for Hazel, who literally has the… spider tingles? Hazel tingles?”
“Please do not start calling it Hazel tingles.” 
“And let’s not forget, you literally have superhuman strength,” Josie cautioned. “If we do this— very big if, we just run the biggest risk of exposing you and your spider identity. One wrong punch and you’ll send a girl to the hospital.”  
PJ turned to Hazel and grabbed her by the shoulders. 
“Hazel, listen to me. We teach a bunch of girls how to defend themselves against the evil high school fuckboys. They are grateful to us. Adrenaline is flowing— next thing you know, Isabel, Brittany, and (Y/N) are kissing us on the mouths!” 
Hazel paused. “I don’t know. Like Josie said, it’s a huge risk. The last thing I’d want to do is put (Y/N) in danger.”
A sardonic smile played on PJ’s lips. She tapped on Hazel’s notebook.
“Hazel, she gave you her number.”
Hazel stood, her mind racing once again. PJ’s idea of starting a self-defense club was dangerous, she knew that. She would be gaining attention all while showing off her fighting skills, which is what she had been hiding for years. Josie’s warning echoed in her mind. But then she remembered the way you had looked at her, with darling concern in your eyes when you asked about her injuries. She hadn’t had anyone worry for her like that in a while. 
Hazel took a deep breath.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Josie cried.
“She said okay! It's an okay! We’re doing this!” PJ screamed, grabbing Hazel’s hand and pulling her towards the school’s office to create the club. “We’re going to lose our virginities this year! This is the year!”
“Okay, but who’s going to be crazy enough to even advise this club?” Josie yelled after them, but the two were long gone.
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Next Chapter: The Fucking Fight Club
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hockybish · 14 days ago
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hey hope you're doing well
I was wondering if you could write #55 from your prompt list where theirs an age gap where the reader is younger with Joseph Woll
thx love your writing
Hi Sweetie, Im good. I'm so sorry this is so late, I've been working on cross stitching Christmas presents and I've made myself sick from staying up too late.
Anyways. Enjoy! Let me know what you think
Just a Number
l Joseph Woll x Younger!Reader l Masterlist l
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You looked pretty good.
Or at least that's what you thought with your makeup and hair done just right. You had your favorite pleather leggings on, and the best part of the whole outfit in your opinion was blue and white jersey with your boyfriend's last name on the nameplate.
You smoothed down the logo of the jersey to get a better look at the whole thing put together. You deemed it perfect and set off for the game.
Due to you busy school schedule and work this was the first Leafs game you were able to attend since the beginning of the season. It also just so happened that Joe was slated to start in goal that game.
It was perfect. Right?
The first time you heard some of the ladies saying things, you were minding your business the family room. You didn't know many people so you mainly kept to yourself.
That was until a couple of the wags found you and decided to introduce themselves.
"Are your here to watch your brother or something?" The one with the blonde hair snickered.
"No. I'm here supporting my boyfriend. He's p-playing tonight. He's the goalie." You smile.
"Joseph Woll is your boyfriend? Ha yeah right, you're a bit young for him don't you think? You're practically a baby." The other lady joined the conversation, continuing on with what felt like insults.
You were taken aback. You had no idea how to respond. Sure Joe was a bit older than you, but you were pretty sure you did the math correctly and it was totally socially acceptable for you to be someone who was six years older than you. Right?
"Also what are you wearing? It's a bit tacky and pick me to be wearing your boyfriend's jersey?" The blonde chimed in again.
You were always confident in your looks but them judging and making comments you made you question yourself and why Joe was even with you.
You were so out of it during the game, you hadn't noticed the Leafs won. That Joseph gave an amazing performace, even earning himself a shutout.
But you hadn't noticed any of that. Sure you had been going through the motions, cheering when the team scored or the goalie had made a big save. You were too consumed with other thoughts to comprehend what was actually going on around you.
"Hey Babe" Joe found after the game standing on to the side, you were looking at something interesting on the ground while hugging yourself.
When there wasn't an answer from you, Joe hooked his finger under your chin to lift it so you would face him. He leaned in to kiss you only to have you turn your head and his lips land on your cheek instead of your lips.
"Y/N, what's up?" He frowned sensing you weren't all there.
"Nothing. Can we just go home? Please?" You couldn't look at him but you couldn't hear the ladies from before laughing at you again.
He nodded. Joseph managed to pry a hand free so he could lead you to the car. A little ways into the drive he started in with the questions again. He was determined to get out of you what was up.
You were tight lipped, but somehow he was able to put a crack in your defense.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
"Do you ever think maybe I'm too young for you? It's a pretty big gap between twenty and twenty six. And maybe it's too big of an age gap. I'm just a baby after all. An inexperienced baby."
"Where is this coming from?" Joseph
"I- I don't know. I was just thinking."
"Well I don't care about age, it's just a number. I think you're perfect just the way you are. We're learning together." He tried his best reassuring you, by saying all the typical things people say when posed with the big age question. It wasn't makig you feel better.
"Plus if your really worried about it. Do the age equation. You know take your age divide by two add seven or your age minus seven times two." He urged you to find the range.
"20 and 26"
"Exactly! We're just the right age for each other." He reached over to take your hand.
"You mean we're skirting on the edge. If you were born one year earlier and I one year later, it wouldn't big of a gap."
Joe sighed heavily. There was no winning with you. "But we weren't. We're just right. I promise. Please" He could feel he was losing you. He didn't want that at all. He loved you.
"Can you just take me home?"
"That's a perfect idea, we can -"
"No Joe. I want to be myself right now" You turned away from the man you loved, letting go of his hand in the process.
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A couple of weeks had passed since you had asked Joseph to drop you off at your apartment and then proceeded to ghost him. In that time you had gotten a couple dozen phone call, voicemails, and text messages from the overly concerned man.
In that time Joe had gotten the message that the two of you were over. He didn't understand why. He wanted a chance to talk to you and would do anything to get that chance. Even asking for the things that he left at your place that he really didn't care about.
Joe was the only one to speak when you handed over the Maple Leafs hoodie that he absolutely needed back. "Can I ask what happened?"
"Joe" You pleaded.
"Y/N, please, I think you owe me that much. Because everything had been going great and then something happened that night of that game. Was it me? Did I do something?"
"No. You could never do anything wrong. It wasn't you, it is me" You sigh quickly deciding to tell him everything that had happened that night. Everything that had been said to you and everything you had overheard.
"None of that is true. I don't think you're too young, or a baby. You, Y/N Y/L/N are perfect. I don't care what you wear to games, dress up, jersey, I don't care."
If he remembered correctly that night he thought you looked hot as hell wearing his jersey, and he was kinda hoping to fuck you while you were wearing it.
"I would like another chance. Please let me show you are perfect the way you are. That age is just a number." Joe let you know.
"I know this is a bad idea, but I want it so much" You bite your lip. Joe was here and looking rather scrumptious as always. This was bad.
"Do whatever you want, Y/N, the ball is in your court."
You take a quick look on either side of the to make sure none of your nosey neighbors happen to be in the hallway. They didn't need to see what you were about do. Thank god the coast was clear.
What happened next was a bit of a blur. You don't really think. You grab onto Joe's shirt, pulling him into your apartment. Once he clears the door, you crash your lips against his.
Joe fumbles with the hem of your shirt waiting for your word to go any further, the Lego roses he had made for you now decorated the floor in pieces.
Maybe this was a bad idea. Sure Joseph was a bit older than you, but age is really just a silly number. You're both adults and you really did love him.
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thecameronchronicles · 3 months ago
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TW: mentions of kidnapping, torture, blackmail, and violence against a female character. Heavy angst. No smut.
*REQUESTED*
@rafemothetfuckingcameron
Request: rafe and Y/N are in a great relationship, but ward hates her and doesnt like her hanging around with his son or daughter her best friend sarah. y/n leaves early one morning to go to work and ward kidnaps her and tortures her to stay away from his family. kiara texts sarah to say y/n didnt come into work. sarah asks rafe where y/n is. rafe gets worried. middle part up to you. Rafe, sarah, kie save y/n from ward. thx
A/N: changed it a bit, hope that's okay!
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, Rafe enlisted the help of Kie and Sarah to find you. They aren't prepared for what they find.
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You can barely walk. Your chest feels both too tight to inhale and too heavy to exhale. Your skin burns from the layer broken and bleeding. And this is just the tip of the iceberg.
Still, you could walk into the Killdare County Police Station and you know any statement you make will be flipped to make you the guilty party. So instead, you manage the distance home, walking inside well after your broken curfew two days prior, without a parental worry as it has been drowned in Valium and Vodka.
It aches to move and yet you can't stand the sight of the blood splattered clothes or dirt beneath your nails. Any makeup that you had on has since been cried off and you long for your own bed.
Only everything feels tainted. You feel like you still have eyes on you as well as a threat hanging over your head.
Why are you doing this?
Because you aren't good enough. Not for my son. To be friends with my Sarah. Or to take my name. You're all the same and I won't let you take what's mine.
I just want to be with Rafe.
If you don't stay away from him, I'll make sure he stays away from you. I'll send him off somewhere so far away you won't even be able to Google him.
New tears fill your eyes as you climb beneath the shower's waterfall. You brace on the wall and see the blood color the water at your feet a rose hue until it is all washed in all but your memory.
You don't sleep tonight or the ones that follow as you ignore those you love to keep them safe.
KIE: don't make me text Rafe, Y/N. Everyone is worried about you. Call me!
SARAH: Rafe is even more unhinged than usual. Did you two get in a fight or something?
RAFE: Baby? Babe! ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE!
You can't pay for the foundation to cover what Ward did to you in the same way you can't face your friends. You feel sullied and it makes Ward's words true. You feel undeserving and close yourself away hoping if the bruises fade so will the overwhelming heavy that is slowly crushing your esteem.
"OPEN UP!" Rafe demands as you leap up from your bed and see him at your window. You sprint for the fact you can't let your parents find him here because of Ward hates you it is nothing compared to the loaded shotgun your father has waiting for Rafe.
"Rafe-" He climbs inside, pacing with his fingers through his hair.
"Why the fuck haven't you called baby? I have been everywhere and then I thought maybe you just didn't wanna see me anymore and it made me crazy." He rubs his eye with the ball of his hand. "And then Kie tells me you haven't been at work and I know you're the responsible one between us so something had to be wrong and-" Hearing you sniffle calls his eyes to you.
"Baby?" He sees you cover your face with your long sleeves. "What...what happened?" His brutality dissolves to only care as your face is between his hands. He gently rubs your cheeks until slowing all admiration as you wince against him.
"What happened, baby?"
"Please Rafe, I need you to go."
"My girl is black and fucking blue, I'm not going anywhere!"
You look over your shoulder towards the hallway where your parent's door is only a few down from yours.
"Please, Rafe."
"Did he do this?"
"No!"
"Then tell me. Nobody hurts you and gets away with it! Nobody..." He pushes his forehead against yours and footfalls down the hallway drive your hands against Rafe's chest.
"Please Rafe, I need you to go." He climbs back out the window, waiting for a explanation. "And don't come back." Your words stun him as you cry yourself to sleep. Your heart has forever been intertwined with Rafe and now it feels like it was untethered from the roots and blended until left in ruins.
You are sick.
You are tired.
You feel desolate.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Rafe comes into The Wreck as Kie rolls her eyes.
"I know she doesn't want to talk to me but I need to see her. When is her break?"
"She didn't come in today."
"Again?" Rafe sighs. "Who hurt her around, Kie?" Kiara's eyes widen, surprise validating this is the first she's heard of this.
"I don't know what you're talking about...Is she okay? Was it one of your meatheads?"
"Nobody would hurt her. Everyone loves Y/N."
"Everyone?" Her brows raise.
"What do you mean? Spit it out, Kie..."
"Maybe there's someone she tries to impress that no matter how hard she tries, is never enough for? A specific paternal figure?"
"What?" He glares.
"Your dad, Rafe. Your father is horrible to her." His eyes fall and his fists form.
"You-"
"What are you doing?"
"Shit!" He hits the surface of the bar, drawing attention he ignores. Sarah comes in with intrigue to the scene.
"Where are you going?"
"To get Y/N..."
"You found her?" Sarah asks with hope as Kie is already tearing off her apron.
"No. But I know Dad rented a boat this morning and said he had a meeting..."
"And?" Sarah sighs.
"What meeting of Dad's do you ever remember him getting up at four in the morning, packing gloves, and without taking you or Rose?"
"You think he took her?! But why?"
"We're wasting time! Let's go?" Kiara pulls them outside where Sarah's car is waiting. They speed through town and get to Tannyhill to find the boat and all evidence of Ward, gone.
"Where is he, Rose?" Sarah asks as her stepmother sips on her mimosa and looks towards the dock behind the plantation.
"It's for the best, honey. Just let them talk."
When Sarah realizes her pleas are silent, she goes to Wheezie instead. Her younger sister having heard a conversation with a memorable address pays off as she kisses her on the head and they travel to the private docks. Enlisting JJ to help as a diversion, they get inside with his dramatics, until they come to an empty dock.
"What are we doing here?" Rafe asks in frustration, "They aren't here!"
"Waiting for a ride." Sarah waves as if signaling for rescue as a beat up tin can for a boat comes to dock.
"It looks-" John B glares as JJ finally joins the group.
"Is it too late to toss him overboard? I hear Kooks make good chum..." JJ mutters loudly as he is ignored, although Kie smirks at his comment.
"It's for Y/N." Sarah reminds everyone as they set for the water.
"Where are we going?"
"It can't be too hard to find them... Dad has a flare for the-"
"There!" Sarah calls as a large yacht is spilled sideways, taking on water.
"Y/N!" Rafe calls to you as you keep your head just above the surface of the flooding cabin. Hands bound to the fixed railing, your calls are drowned out by the sounds around you.
"Sarah! KIE!" You hear John B before the sound of water being stroked comes towards you. The threat of water comes beneath your nose as you take a deep breath and wonder what will be the reason for your end.
The water or your broken heart.
"Got her!" JJ calls as Rafe tears him out of the way and dives into the narrow passage to free you. Using his own pocket knife, he cuts the plastic ties used by his father before he takes you in his arms.
"We have to get away from this boat. When she sinks, she's taking us with her!" Kie exclaims as Rafe doesn't let you go for even a second as you rest against his chest, sputtering water and tears.
"Rafe..." You choke.
"Shhhh baby, it's okay. You're safe."
"But Ward..."
"I know. He won't get away with this." Sarah interrupts. "We'll make sure if it." You take comfort in the conviction of your friends, knowing you can trust them.
"I'm sorry Rafe. I was trying to protect you. He said I wasn't good enough and I-" Rafe silences you with a quiet kiss that is a way to stabilize himself to not react in anger. You feel the tension leave his body as your hand comes behind his neck.
"Can we make a no pogue-on-kook macking rule?" JJ winces as Sarah and John B both say "no!" in unison.
"You are good enough. You are enough, Y/N. I'm never going to let you question that again, baby. But right now, just focus on this." He tugs you against his chest and you agree. You feel enough in his arms, surrounded by your blending of friends, and the serenity of your home makijg a beautiful sunset backdrop as you sail on.
Whatever is to come you know you'll endure together.
And that, for you, is enough.
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Mizu x Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC
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Warnings: prostitution, attempted SA (not too detailed just implied), Mizu being sexy, he/him pronouns for Mizu
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You had never met someone with eyes like yours. You wore glasses every day, the world appearing dark and dim because of them. You worked for Madame Kaji; being left on a brothel's doorstep as an infant. She saved you from the cold and raised you. She couldn’t stand to watch you be a prostitute, you were practically her own. So she made you useful in other ways. Fetching things for her, cooking, cleaning, always making sure the girls had whatever they needed. You also managed to learn quite a bit of judo. A necessity as you got older, mens wandering eyes and rough hands attempting to take you more often than you would like to admit. Today was no different, you had gathered all the groceries you had been sent to get. You prepared soup for you and Madame Kaji before she had to go and tend to the clients. You only really got to see her in brief moments like these. 
“Good evening mama.” you smiled sweetly at her as you set her bowl in front of her before giving her cheek a delicate kiss. 
She smiled at you before she started eating, “I want you to be careful today.” she said.
“I’m always careful.” you shrugged.
“No, I mean it.” she said as she forcefully set her spoon down. “We have dangerous company.”
You nodded, not wanting to further vex her. You both ate in silence, content with the atmosphere. You both stood, you going to clean.  Madame Kaji’s hand grabbed your wrist before you could make your swift exit. She pulled you back to her before she tucked your hair behind your ears. She slipped your glasses off, you squinted as you adjusted to the light. 
“Rain child,” she said as she kissed your cheek, “how beautiful you are.” 
You smiled and leaned into her touch. Nobody but her and the other prostitutes knew of your eyes. Everyone in the village assumed you were blind, not caring much in general about some whore mongers bastard child. Even Boss Hamata didn’t want you. You preferred it that way; better to be simple and plain than to attract every twisted glance that held nothing but malcontent. She left the small room. As you cleaned you couldn’t help but wonder what company she spoke of. To be fair, most of the usuals were harmless. But there will always be those who enjoy the pain of others. 
You made your way down the hall; watching Ise shrug her Kimono back on as she walked out of one of the many rooms. She gave you a small smile before walking into the parlor to fetch her next client. You shuffled into the room, starting to clean it before one of the girls needed it. Straightening the table, refilling the sake, wiping the sweat and regret off the floor mats. You knew none of the girls liked this work. But you looked at all of them like sisters, you felt their pain and sorrow. You often snuck them sweets Madame Kaji bought for you two to share. Life could always be a little sweeter, even in a small regard. You were almost finished cleaning when you heard what sounded like someone stumbling into the room. You turned and saw a man. Not a regular, tall and stocky. He swayed slightly, alcohol reeking from him. You bowed as you stepped back, putting space between you.
“You’re a… pretty one.” he hiccuped out as he shut the door behind him.
Your heart started racing, nothing good happens behind closed doors here. He stomped over to you harshly dragging you to the ground. He tried to pin you but you kicked him in the shoulder, sending him back. You scrambled up, almost reaching the door when he pulled you by the edge of your kimono. You fell to the ground, stomach against the floor. He held you down with one hand while the other pulled up your skirts. You sobbed and let out one shriek before he shoved your face into the floor, breaking your glasses in half. Your muffled sobs were all that remained. You heard the door fly open and saw a flash of red splatter the walls, a few drops dotting your face. You froze, shock finally settling in as you realize what almost happened to you. Foreign hands rolled you over deftly, you heard their distant voice and saw them through your tunnel vision. 
“Are you ok?” he asked, blue eyes meeting yours. 
He leaned over top of you, arms on either side of your head. You both gawked at each other until you heard running down the hallway. Madame Kaji and a few other prostitutes rushed in. The scowl on your mothers face horrified you. She shoved the blue eyed stranger off you before raising her hand to strike him.
“How dare you touch them!” she shouted. 
You caught her wrist right before she could make impact, “No mama! It wasn’t him.” you rushed out. 
You looked towards the corpse in the opposite corner which was cut in half. You felt the mystery man's hands gently close your kimono which you hadn’t realized fell open. You blushed at his kindness, his respect. Madame Kaji helped you up, a slight shake in your legs from the fear of it all. She walked you to your room but not before you saw which room the blue eyed man entered. As you waited you couldn’t help but think of his eyes, his gentle yet rough hands. Your mind wandered, wanting to know how his lips felt. You shook your head as you made your way to his room, slipping inside silently. 
The samurai’s eyes immediately found yours, yet he remained silent.
“May I sit?” you asked softly.
He nodded. 
“I wanted to thank you…” you said, “I also wanted… to see…” your thoughts tapered out, embarrassed of what you truly wanted to ask. “Your eyes.”
He held a look you couldn’t place an emotion to, “Sit.” is all he said.
You sat closer than he expected, faces inches apart. You knew this position was unbecoming but you didn’t seem to care. You had only ever seen one other person with different eyes, Yuko the prostitute with green eyes and golden hair. But these were blue, just like yours. You admired them looking at the beautiful samurai overall after a while and not just his eyes. 
Your hand came up to gently cradle his face. You moved on instinct, giving him a chaste kiss before leaning back, “Thank you…”
“Mizu.” he answered after a moment, lips buzzing from the brief yet sweet kiss. 
“Thank you Mizu.” you said before bowing and swiftly exiting the room. 
Your heart raced, and little did you know, so did Mizu’s.
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Naboo's Note:
Hello! My first Blue Eyed Samurai post! YAYYYYYY! It's been a long time coming given my obsession with the show but better late than never! Thank you for all the likes and comments, super motivating! XOXOXOXOXOXOX
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