#he still tries to propose to a woman he's met two days ago in this au

[the-ultimate-junkyard]

Adventures of Sherlock Holmes except it's a modern college au. John Watson is a medical student. Sherlock is a forensics major, but occasionally sneaks up to the cryonics facility to beat corpses. They used to share a dorm room but the college kicked them out because Sherlock kept conducting explosive experiments in the room. They now share a flat, begrudgingly. Watson keeps having to tiptoe around the flat because Sherlock has a million-dollar worth Stradivarius lying around under hordes of paper on the floor. John tries to stray Sherlock away from his caffeine addiction, and fails. Sherlock once tempted John to steal the local resident skull from the lab in order to help him get over breaking up with Mary Morstan. The professor who owned the skull is still trying to find it. Sherlock usually bribes Lestrade (police-in-training) so he can sneak into crime scenes to conduct research in forensics. Sometimes he solves the crimes. The FBI finds out about the bribery and tells him, "hey. 20-something young man over there. you don't need to bribe Lestrade anymore, we can come over to you if we find some cases difficult to solve. adiós". Sherlock drags John to every single case he's worked on, despite John complaining because 'I HAVE A THESIS DUE AT 2 AM'.

[prettyfastcars]

dangerous, tainted, and flawed | Dark!Mob!Lando

Summary: You met your husband under disturbing circumstances a couple of years ago. Your home was under attack one night, by one of your family’s rivals, and Lando – one of your father’s allies – came to help. He found you in your bedroom that night, and managed to save you but unfortunately no one else in your family survived the attack. You were distraught after that night, having lost everything, but Lando took care of you. Eventually, you two fell in love, he proposed, and you got married. Your life has been perfect ever since. Sure, you missed your family but you thanked the gods everyday for Lando. However, you didn’t know the whole truth about that night, did you? 

Themes: dark!lando, explicit language, smut, fluff, mentions of death, loss, and violence, possessive!lando

“Baby?” He called out, “I’m home.” 

His voice echoed in the foyer. 

The house was so spacious that often you couldn’t hear him when he called out for you, and he knew that. That’s why instead of calling out again, he followed the sweet smelling scent and the soft music instead. Both came from the kitchen; the smell of warm muffins and a soft woman’s voice singing about chemtrails over a country club. 

Lando leaned against a wall quietly for a minute, smiling to himself as he watched you moving around in the high-ceilinged, farmhouse style kitchen. You didn’t know he was here yet. You were busy mumbling the lyrics of the song while chopping veggies, probably making dinner and baking muffins all at the same time. 

Cooking calmed you down, ‘It’s therapeutic’ you once told him. And he’d been married to you for not too long but he knew that this is what you did whenever you had a long day at work. You were a successful gallerist and often you had to deal with snobbish people, or ‘young money kids who had no true appreciation for art’ as you also told him. 

He let his eyes take you in. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, prettier than anything you’d ever exhibited he often told you, but the way you squirmed in embarrassment told him that you didn’t really believe it. That’s fine though, he’d spend a whole lifetime reminding you of that anyway. 

Once he was done ogling, that damn pale pink corset top of yours driving him insane as it was, he finally walked up to you and surprised you by wrapping his arms around you from behind. “There you are, baby,” He said, shoving his face into your neck and giving you as many kisses as he could. 

You giggled and tried to get away as he attacked your neck with kisses and soft bites but he tightened his grip around you. 

“Fuck, you smell so good.” He groaned, voice muffled now that he was nuzzling your neck like he always does. “I missed you so much.” 

“Lando,” You laughed, “I’m holding a knife!” You squealed, laughing and still trying to escape his ticklish kisses before any one gets hurt. “Okay you seriously need to shave, that stubble of yours hurts.” You managed to get him to stop. You placed the knife down and turned to face him as you leaned against the counter, caressing his cheeks as you cupped his face in your hands. “Too rough.” You commented, rubbing your fingers across his barely visible, but spiky stubble. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, his handsome face lighting up with mischief. “Is it?” He teased, “You weren’t complaining about it being too rough this morning.” He leaned in to whisper into your ear, purposely rubbing his cheek against yours, “Were you, baby?” 

Ah. This morning… 

You woke up feeling… funny. You opened your eyes and found that your husband wasn’t in his usual spot beside you on the bed. Instead he was busy down there, between your legs. You lifted the soft covers and found him looking up at you with nothing but desire and trouble in his eyes. 

You let out a soft moan when he held your stare while kissing your clit, and sucking on it before letting go. “Morning, baby.” He whispered, then got back to eating you out like he was starving. 

You threw the covers off and slid your fingers into his hair instead, “Lando…” You whined, the pleasure taking over you. “I’m gonna be late for work.” You mumbled, already feeling yourself getting to the edge. “I have clients waiting for me, you know? I have meetings, and…” You gasped, forgetting what the hell you were talking about in the first place once he began fucking you gently with his tongue. 

Damn his tongue and soft lips. 

Lando chuckled, a cocky look in his eyes when he pulled away and asked, “Meetings and what, baby?” 

“Don’t be a tease,” You groaned, shoving his mouth back to where you wanted him. He chuckled before working his tongue against your wet slit, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of you until you came with a soft cry. 

But he wasn’t done yet… 

Lando smirked as he looked at you, surely thinking back to this morning as well. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “You did get me late for work, you know?” You shook your head, turning back around to focus on the food that you were making. “Then there’s that anonymous collector,” You sighed. Lando wrapped his arms around you from behind again, placing his chin on your shoulder and gently swaying you side to side as you ranted a little bit. “I don’t mind them, whoever they are,” You said, “I do sell them a lot of stuff but why can’t they just show their face? It’s weird, you know, having a client without a face.” You sighed, “And then a really important meeting got cancelled. And one of the artists’ whose work is about to be exhibited soon is being a real brat.” 

Lando hummed, occasionally kissing your neck and shoulder as you complained a little more. “I’m sorry you had a tough day, baby.” He mumbled, kissing around your ear, “Want me to handle this collector for you? Or the artist?” 

You chuckled, knowing the nature of your husband’s work and his temper, “No. Please don’t.” You added, “I love my work, it’s just a bad day, that’s it.” 

“Okay,” He kissed along your exposed shoulder, “Then how about a bath? You want that? Or how about some wine?”  

You leaned into touch, “Bath for later,” You said, “The wine for now, please.” 

“Yes, my lady,” Lando let go of you with one final kiss on the side of your head.

You watched him as he left the kitchen. He took his suit jacket off and rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows. Then before he turned to head to the wine cellar, he gave you a wink, acknowledging that he gave you a little strip show. You shook your head at him. 

Once alone in the kitchen, you smiled to yourself as you thought about how far you and Lando had come in just a few years. 

Your smile faded into a sad one as you thought about the day, or night rather, you first met him. 

The sounds of gunshots and screams woke you up. You couldn’t hear anything but the chaos outside your bedroom. Bullets, screams, orders being shouted, furniture being wrecked, glass being broken, more screams… all of it muffled as you ran into your walk-in closet and hid in the dark. 

You couldn’t stop the silent tears from streaming down your face. You knew what this meant. It was an ambush. And you also knew that a few hours ago might have been the last time you saw your family. You just hoped they made it out alive. But no one was barging into your room yet… this meant that the fight was happening downstairs. 

You cried some more as you heard more yelling, more gunshots. 

This life, this family you were born into came with situations like this. Your father told you this since you were a child. He was well-known amongst gang leaders and mob bosses, which meant he had more enemies than friends. Sometimes those two were the same people. But your father had kept you hidden for most of your life, away from all this. 

The only reason you were even home tonight was because it was your birthday. You’d begged your father to let you celebrate it at home with everyone… 

You didn’t remember passing out in that closet. You didn’t know what happened or how you were found, just that you were. And when you woke up, you were face to face with a handsome young man with pretty eyes who reassured you that you were safe. 

He said he and his family were friends of your father’s. And that he was sorry but you were the only survivor of that attack. Your family was gone, your house was gone. All was gone. 

The year which followed was the hardest of your life. Grieving, dealing with so many losses, moving on with a heavy heart, getting the help you needed, finally learning how to stand on your own feet again… you couldn’t have done it without Lando. 

He was your rock. Always there when you needed to cry, to share a laugh, to make silly jokes, on days when you wanted to spend hours in bed, on nights when you had nightmares, on days when you felt light and happy, on days when your heart broke all over again, on days when it felt like you were finally healing, he was always there. 

He was a busy man, but he made time for you. 

Falling in love with him was easy. The easiest thing you’d ever done. So when time came, and he got on one knee and asked you to marry him, saying yes was the easiest thing you’d ever done. You knew you were both young, but he was it for you. 

Becoming his wife felt like a dream. Like you were a real princess marrying her knight in shining armour, the one who saved her from every bad thing and promised to protect her fiercely forever. Except your knight wasn’t altruistic, he didn’t come on a white horse and with a sword. Yours was dangerous, tainted and flawed. He came with power, money, guns, and expensive cars. 

“It better be thoughts of me that you’re lost in and not that anonymous collector,” His voice brought you back to the present. “Otherwise I might have to hunt them down and make them disappear forever.” Lando joked as he handed you a glass of your favourite red. 

You leaned against the counter, facing him as you took a long sip. Then you said, “I was thinking about you actually.” 

That cheered him up immediately. “Yeah? Do tell then.” 

You smiled faintly. “Just thinking about how lucky I am that I have you.” You avoided his eyes after. You always did whenever you felt slightly emotional. You always tried to seem stronger than you felt in the moment. 

Lando placed his glass down and came over to wrap you in his arms immediately. Somehow, he always knew when you needed a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and let out a sigh, your heart already feeling lighter just by being in his arms. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.” Lando said softly, his familiar scent already making you feel better. “You’re safe here, with me.” He reassured you. Lando knew you still had a fear somewhere, about being attacked like that night. But he often also reminded you that he was the most powerful man in this city, and no harm was coming your way as long as he lived. 

He often wondered whether you realised how lucky he felt that you were his. That night, when he found you passed out on the floor in the walk-in closet, something in him shifted. He knew he had to keep you safe, always. 

“Thank you,” You murmured against his white shirt. 

Lando pulled away to look down into your eyes. Fuck, he hated it when you cried. It felt like he was being torn apart. He quickly wiped that one tear which barely escaped your eyes and said, “You never have to thank me for taking care of you.” He said with a slight frown. 

“I know,” You whispered and pulled him in for a kiss. A slow, gentle kiss that quickly turned into a heated, passionate one. His hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into him, so you could feel the very prominent bulge in his pants. 

It made you whimper just feeling it. “Fuck,” You mumbled against his lips, “Will I ever stop wanting you like this?” Your shaky hands reached down to undo his belt, then just as you reached for his zipper, your stomach grumbled so loudly you were sure all the guards outside could hear it too. 

You both froze at the sound of it, then burst out laughing. Lando threw his head back and laughed so carefreely that you fell a little bit more in love with him at that moment. You didn’t think that was possible, but here you were. 

“I would love to bend you over the counter right here baby,” He chuckled, “but I feel like we need to get some food in you.” He said, kissing your cheek and pulling away to look at you as you tried to hide your face in embarrassment. “Hey, look at me.” He grabbed you by the chin and lifted your head up. “Let’s eat, and I’ll fuck you later. Okay? I promise.” 

You gave him a shy smile, “Okay.” 

—

After a light dinner filled with more laughter and easy conversations, Lando helped you with storing away the cooled off muffins before the two of you finally got into that bath, with another bottle of wine. 

You carefully poured some more wine into your glass before leaning back into Lando’s chest. You sighed again, settling against him. This was your happy place. Scented candles, dimmed lights, warm bath, wine, and of course, the love of your life. 

But then as always, Lando could never keep his hands to himself. It always starts out with innocent touches, along your arm, kissed on your shoulders… then he gets more and more demanding. His fingers caressed your inner thighs until you were squirming against him, his kisses turned into playful bites making you whine and whimper. 

“You never behave.” You mumbled teasingly, closing your eyes and letting him caress and touch you however he wanted. 

“How can I?” He whispered against your neck, “You’re too beautiful to resist.” 

You let out a soft moan when his finger carefully slid inside you. You whispered, breathlessly, “Remember we flooded the bathroom the last time?” 

Lando groaned, pulling his hand away. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave.” He let out a sigh as though you’d asked him to give up breathing. 

You chuckled at his dramatics. 

The two of you ended up staying, soaking until the water got cold. Then went about your respective night time routines before finally getting in bed. Right as you lifted the covers up to get in, Lando grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him. 

“Ah! Don’t even think about it. We both know you’re gonna start snoring the moment your head hits those pillows.” He pushed you down on top of the covers and tickled you until you were breathless, your satin robe coming undone in the process and exposing your naked body underneath. “Plus, I promised you something before your belly began braying, didn’t I?” 

You shoved him playfully, arguing, “It didn’t bray!” 

Lando pinned your wrists above your head and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Pretty sure the guards will ask me if we brought in a pet donkey tomorrow morning.” 

“Lando!” You laughed, trying to get out of his grasp but he was stronger than he looked. 

He ended up shutting you up with a kiss, his bare chest pressing down against yours. His skin was damp, the chains around his neck were cold, he smelled incredible. He was all you wanted. So you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. 

He moaned into the kiss when you arched your back, pressing up against him. When he pulled away to look down at you, his stare was fiery, his pretty eyes filled with lust. 

“I love you, you know that right?” He asked. You noticed he often did. 

You nodded quickly. “I know.” You smiled up at him, “And I love you.” 

He smiled before leaning in for a quick kiss before his mouth slowly moved down your body. Kissing along your neck, biting your breasts, kissing down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. 

You lifted your upper body up onto your elbows and met his intense stare. His pretty eyes really were your weakness. Your safe place. Your comfort. Perhaps because when you woke up after that traumatic night years ago, those eyes were the first thing you saw. They’d been your favourite thing since. 

Lando held your stare as he spread your legs further apart, settling in between them. 

He pressed his lips to your inner thigh, his mouth getting closer and closer to your core, you tipped your head back, sighing quietly as you felt his breath against you. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft, slightly damp hair.

“You’re all mine.” He whispered, his tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. His shoulders parted your legs further apart as he leaned closer. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds again. 

You trembled under his touch. “All yours,” You sighed in bliss as he slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit.

“Does my face feel too rough now, baby?” He asked. And chuckled proudly when you were only able to moan in response. 

“No…” You gasped, breathless and wanting more even as he teased your clit and finger-fucked you gently. That damn stubble of his rubbed against your poor inner thighs over and over again but you moaned in pleasure despite it all. 

You squirmed and moaned and gasped under his perfect touch. He knew you and your body too well by now, and soon, you were coming undone all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger. Your fingers scratched his scalp as you tugged harder on his hair as you came.

You were still catching your breath as Lando left small kisses up your body before he hovered above you again, staring deep into your eyes. 

“Please…” You begged, wrapping your legs around his waist again. “I need you in me.” 

Lando gave you a cocky smile before kissing you once again, the taste of you on his tongue still. You didn’t mind the roughness of his stubble this time, but you growled into the kiss because you were impatient and all he did was kiss you over and over again. 

“Impatient, are we?” Lando chuckled at your little growl, not breaking the kiss as he slowly slipped inside of you, groaning into the kiss as he went.

You gasped as he filled you up, all of him stretching you out and fitting nicely inside you. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he moved his hips the slightest bit, making you whine at the feeling of his cock slowly moving in and out of you. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so good…” He groaned, his grip on your body tightens, possibly leaving bruises on your hips and thighs but you didn’t care. 

You would never get bored of this you realised. Of him, his touch, his warmth, his kisses… you were so glad he was yours. 

You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you, to a point where the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him moving against your body. Nothing else in the world mattered. Your long day at work was forgotten, nothing else existed. Just you and him. 

“So fucking good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to bite your lower lip. 

You moaned at how perfect his lean and muscular body felt against yours. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts were relentless and unbearably good. You closed your eyes as you felt the pressure around your lower body; tight and hot.

Lando smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in. “Look at you, baby,” He whispered, “It’s like you were made just for me.” The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. 

You were unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his fingers found your clit while he pounded into you mercilessly.

“Come for me…” he whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him again. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock.

He kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. He watched you in awe, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing. 

He almost came as well. But then he slowed down, pulled out and stopped for a moment. He caught his breath, and held back from coming no matter how much he wanted to. He needed to make you come again, he needed to hear you moan for him again. 

“Turn around for me, baby,” He spoke, caressing your thigh as you struggled to sit up. “Come on,” He urged, “Face down, ass up. Come on, baby.” 

You did as he asked, your hips and ass up while your face was pressed against the bed. You were still catching your breath when his hand reached around and touched you in between your legs, his fingers rubbed around your clit and made you tremble and moan given how sensitive you were. 

His body bent over yours, his warm, damp chest pressing against your back as he kissed your shoulder and the back of your neck until his mouth reached your ear, “I know you’re tired, my love,” He whispered, kissing the side of your face while you caught your breath, “But I need you to come for me again. Can you do that for me, baby?” 

You nodded slowly. Lando hummed in satisfaction as he kissed along your shoulder before gripping each side of your hips, and pushing into you from behind. 

Your body was sensitive from earlier, so you whined and whimpered as he filled you up again. Your fingers gripped the covers beneath you tightly, and your mind was foggy, everything was floaty as he pounded into you. 

You reached your high quicker this time, moaning his name and coming undone just a couple of minutes later. 

You felt his thrusts becoming irregular, faster, his cock throb against your walls violently. He groaned and growled as he came, his body wrapping around you from behind. You both fell on your sides, catching your breaths and calming your hearts down. 

“You okay, pretty girl?” He asked, spooning you from behind. 

You could only nod as he kissed you on the back of your neck. 

“You did so good for me, baby.” He murmured, “Now let’s get in bed, yeah?” 

You were pretty much limp after that. So Lando cleaned you up, then himself and then got the bed ready while you just laid there with a smile on your face watching him. He ended up having to tuck you in as well, since you refused to move. 

Lando playfully groaned, “I spoil you too much.” He said, getting on his side of the bed before pulling you close to cuddle under the covers. “People warned me against spoiling my wife too much.” 

You were already half asleep at this point. Damn it, he was right about you falling asleep the moment your head hits the pillows. But still you murmured, more like slurred, “Didn’t they also tell you to shave else your wife will have burns on her inner thighs?” 

Lando chuckled, rubbing his cheek against yours purposely again, “Okay fine, I’ll shave tomorrow. Happy?” 

“Hmm,” You mumbled, already drifting off to sleep. Safe in his arms as you’ll always be. “You better,” Lando chuckled at how you desperately tried to stay awake. “Otherwise I’m gonna run away.” 

With that you were gone. Your breathing changed so Lando knew you were surely asleep. Soon you’ll start snoring softly. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

“Silly baby,” He whispered as he adjusted the covers so you were properly warm. “You can’t run away from me,” He whispered against your forehead as he cuddled you, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “There’s a tracking implant in your arm.” 

Then he let out a soft chuckle. “Of course, you don’t know that, do you?” He cooed, “Hmm, baby?” He kissed your forehead again. “There’s so much you don’t know.” He caressed your cheek as you began snoring softly just as he expected. 

He had always found it adorable. He continued whispering to you, knowing you couldn’t hear him. “There’s so much I have to keep from you. I hate lying to you, but it’s for your own good, baby.” 

He kept caressing your face as he spoke to himself, “Like how you mistook me for your saviour that night.” He sighed then admitted, “I was the one who attacked your father’s house. I was the rival. Then I had my men search the house after everyone was dead, and they found you unconscious and brought you to me.” He let out another sigh, pulling you closer. “You were so beautiful, baby. Even with dried up tears on your face. You were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. And I vowed to never make you cry after that night. It was the last time, I promise.” 

He paused. Then continued, “Your dad was such a pain in my ass, baby. I’m sorry I killed him. I’m sorry I killed all of them. I’m sorry I never told you the truth. How could I? You would hate me forever.” He placed a kiss on your nose, “But look,” He murmured, “All that shit brought you to me. And aren’t we happy together?” 

He let out another chuckle and said, “Wanna know another secret, pretty girl? I’m your anonymous collector. I have a warehouse full of the pieces you exhibit.” He confessed in the darkness and the silence. “I mean, what kind of a husband would I be if I don’t support my wife’s career, huh? Everything I do is to make you happy.” He leaned in to kiss your forehead again. “I love you so much, baby. It drives me insane.” Then he chuckled and added as an inside joke to himself, “Or maybe it did drive me insane already.”

[artydonsgf]

Hey love💕 could u do an arthusband! fic??

hi sweets! i’m in the process of writing husband art but i didn’t wanna keep you waiting so i wrote out a headcanon list! i also included a small nsfw portion for my own delusional giggles, enjoy~

Art Donaldson as your Husband

- when yall start dating, it’s apparent that you’re his first real girlfriend

- he’s fooled around with people before but the eagerness of his kisses and how quickly your touch sends him over the edge makes it clear it was never serious

- you like it though, it’s cute how embarrassed he gets when you stare at him and call him handsome

- amazing bf, top tier communicator

- you discover early one that art does not play about you so he really tries his best to avoid any arguments that aren’t constructive

- extremely gooey and tells you that he wants to marry you in the future like a week into your relationship

- despite how good of a communicator he is, he also gets in his head very easily

- constantly worried that he’s somehow not enough for you and you’ll find someone better

- these worries die down pretty quickly but it sits in the back of his mind sometimes

- said i love you first and he said it after 6 months

- he later told you that he knew after a month but didn’t want to scare you away

- after a year of dating, he gives you a promise ring and swears that he’ll propose to you the moment you guys graduate

- two years in, you guys move in together

- six months later and true to his word, he gives you his grandmother’s ring while you’re both still in your caps and gowns

- the wedding happens quickly since neither of you wanted something big

- your wedding day is the best day of his life, something he tells you a million times throughout the day

- he cried like a baby when you walked down the aisle

- in all of your wedding photos, he’s looking at you like you are the center of the universe

- art settles into married life with ease

- in his mind, you guys have already been married since the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend

- sharing a last name with you is the best thing ever in his mind

- sometimes he’ll call you mrs donaldson just to hear you respond to it

- laughs into his hand when you respond but you already realized what he was doing forever ago

- a true romantic

- leaves flowers and other cute trinkets at your bedside table when he comes home from traveling for games

- he’ll be dead asleep beside you but you’ll always find a small bouquet, breakfast, and a souvenir from whatever town he passed through

- constantly thinks about you

- facetime warrior, he will call you at any time just to hear your voice

- if he’s lucky and you’re able to come with him to games, he spends any spare time curled up in your arms and ask you to just speak

- loves it when you run a hand through his hair, he’ll twist himself into an uncomfortable position if it means you’ll keep scratching his head

- the annoying guy who mentions his wife at any given moment

- “ah yes, my WIFE, also enjoys hiking”

- his idea of a date is dinner and cuddling the whole night

- seems to forget that he can kiss you whenever because he always asks if he can kiss you

- needs you like he needs air, bro is insane about you

- patrick knew about you before he even met you because art spoke about the beautiful girl with the kind eyes and sweet smile for a month before he actually asked you out

- bro was yearning like crazy

- his biggest issue is his jealousy

- starts plotting murder whenever a man speaks to you for too long

- or woman, he’s equal opportunity jealous

- ofc he doesn’t have to worry because you’re always quick to flash your ring and name drop him as your husband in convos

- he’s a very good husband who loves you an insane amount and makes sure to communicate that to you 24/7

NSFW

- legit will do anything you ask of him, so he’s very into experimenting

- your pleasure > his every time

- he enjoys oral but doesn’t really ask for it since he’d prefer to give

- submissive by nature and is happy to let you take charge

- only really dominant after a particularly tough day on the courts

- aftercare KING, he’ll get you cleaned up in two seconds flat so he can keep you in his arms for the rest of the night

- very needy in bed, he wants your constant attention

- total praise kink, he can hardly breathe when you tell him he’s doing a good job

- he had to learn how to control his pace because he used to come immediately

- despite his quickness at finishing, he has insane stamina and will keep you up the whole night

- it’s always you >>> any of his obligations

- more times than you can count, you’ve had to pry him off of you because he had important things to do the next day

- loves quickies

- likes it when you pull his hair

[lady-ashfade]

Blessed from above

Young!Aemond targaryen x Young!Fem!Reader Drabble.

I just wanted something cute. I might do a part two of when they are older and meet again before getting married.

Warnings: Forced marriage, young love, short and fast paced , Maybe a hind of bit Yandere Alicent and Aemond.

Gossip and whispers of the beast you had yet to met clouded your brain before you knew the truth, many people telling what they believed or heard from someone else. Young ears picked up the tone they spoke with fear and disgust laced in their judgmental voices. You hated gossip, it filled you with rage when the older woman spoke like they were better then people just because of their wealth.

Being a young status lady, you were surrounded by the ladies telling you what they thought was best, how to act and look. You, a noble lady waiting for a marriage proposal from a man from any age. Thankfully, your father was on your side no matter how many times your mother wanted you to be married off. But this time, even he couldn’t save you. It had been a few months since you had first bled and the news traveled quickly to everyone across Westeros.

Tears flooded down your cheeks as you first heard you had been betrothed to someone you had never met. Your mother’s voice fell death to your ears from that point and didn’t listen to anything she said. The thoughts of a old, mean man wanted you to bare his children filled you with rage and worry. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to be a wife because you did, you learned ans worked your whole life to be the best wife you could be. But you wanted true love and someone caring and sweet to fill your days.

“Get ahold of yourself.” Hands gripping your shoulders and shaking you slightly, your mother bend down to your level. “The prince will be your husband. This is the highest honor you will ever get and you can not refuse, so get ahold of your sense. If you mess this up, I will disown you and you’ll be glad you had the chance to become a princess.” Had you heard that right? The prince is your betrothed? The beast you had heard of, a year ago the boy had turned from the laughing stock of the kingdom to someone only spoken about in whispers and behind closed doors. But did you actually believe anything you had heard?

It didn’t matter as you sat in the queen’s chambers with her eyes glued to you. “Hello dear.” she spoke and made her way over to you with a kind smile. You bowed and bend your knee to show respect and she chuckled softly and immediately thought you had embarrassed yourself. “I have heard the tales of your families beauty since I was a little girl,” her hand reached up to your chin and moved it up. Your eyes meeting her soft ones, “I underestimated them until now.” You couldn’t believe a complement like that from the queen. “Thank you, my queen.” You smiled politely and tried to keep your voice straight. “I know this must be scary for you, but there is no need to be. I will be here each step of the way.” But no matter how she sounded, if they were true or false..

You were still terrified about meeting the price.

Again the fear took ahold of your stomach as you twirled your fingers together in waiting, the garden was peaceful though. You saw the queen and your mother sit above the garden and stare, talking amongst themselves, you knew your mother was kissing up to the queen. But the only real comfort you had was your lady in waiting five feet away from you. The dress you wear was a lovely shade of green that the queen had made just for you.

The white haired figure made your mind go blank as you stood up quickly and not fully get a look at the young boy. Throat going dry and knees almost going numb at the nerve. The shadow creeped closer until it was at your feet and you felt your heart drop. Clearing your throat you began to speak what you had rehearsed so many times in your head. “Hello, my prince.” You couldn’t look up. The boy took notice of your body language and how you avoided eye contact with him. You were scared. Of course you were, everyone was.

“You can look at me, or are you afraid I’d hurt you.” Eyes going wide you stood up straight and look at him. Your mouth ready to defend yourself but chocking at the boy you saw. His handsome face with unbelievable soft looking skin, the eyepatch on his face making your stomach twist. Not in fear but in pity he has been stripped of his eye, undoubtedly once beautiful as the other. He was glaring at you, his face held nothing sweet but his young features.

“Forgive me, I had no intention of offending you.” The tiny smile and sweet voice that sounding like heaven to his ears. You looked like a goddess when he first saw you arrive at the castle, so far away but he couldn’t wait to get closer. He knew you’d be afraid of him like the rest, so afraid to look him in the face. He needed to get ahead before you broke his heart. “You could do no such thing.” He huffed, his voice cold and held no emotion. Maybe he was stone hearted? But why didn’t that feel like the case for you?

You just smiled and giggled for him to hear and fiend to hear it again, to have it marked into his scull. “Shall we go for a walk?” You offer him your arm with a face that lit up like the sun. All he could do was freeze and blink at the kindness you showed him. He didn’t since any fear of himself but just about meeting someone new.

Blessings from above was what you were.

[celiastjamesoscar]

Champagne Problems

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You were going to propose to Wanda, but a stupid argument and a fit of jealousy ruined your perfect plan. Is there still time for Wanda for fix the mistake she made, or is it too late?

Warnings: angst but turns fluffy, accusations of cheating, Tony being a douche, alcohol consumption, minor threats, light swearing

My Masterlist

AN: I rewrote the end in hopes that it makes more sense.

This was from a request a few days ago.

Word Count: 3.8K

It was all a misunderstanding from the start. You and Wanda were supposed to go to dinner with just the two of you to celebrate your one year anniversary, but you ran into Tony and Pepper at the same restaurant, and they joined in on your dinner. It was supposed to be a romantic evening for you and Wanda, and you were going to propose to her.

It might seem a little early to others, but the love you felt for Wanda was something you couldn’t describe; there were no words in the English language that could describe the love you felt for her.

The dinner started terrific; you and Wanda discussed your plans for the next few days and what you two wanted to do together. You shared laughs about the past year and how far you two had grown together. But your happy evening was ruined when a drunken Tony stumbled over to your table.

“How’s my favorite girl doing this evening?” Tony slurred as he climbed into the booth you were sitting in and slung his arm around your shoulders.

You immediately tensed up and gave Wanda an apologetic look. She knew you and Tony weren’t on the best terms because he brought up your past fling with Natasha whenever you were around the redhead. Your fling with Natasha was short and amazing, but you ultimately decided to call things off after you had met Wanda, and she agreed. The former assassin understood your reasoning for it, and she respected your decision. The only person who didn’t seem to understand it was Tony.

He had made several remarks throughout the day about you and Natasha, asking how you could let a woman like that go, but you just shrugged it off. You knew there was no arguing with you, but when he said it around Wanda this morning, it immediately put you in the dog house with the witch.

You two had not talked the rest of the day until it was time to leave for the restaurant. It was an awkward and tense drive, as neither of you said anything to the other. When you tried to talk to your girlfriend about it, she shrugged you off and said it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was.

Dinner was even more awkward as several kids approached you and asked for an autograph and if you were dating the Black Widow. You politely told them you were not, and they seemed disappointed but respected your answer. They then turned their attention to Wanda and asked for her autograph, and she accepted, but not before she frowned at the picture.

It was a picture of you, Wanda, and Natasha at a local bar, and she couldn’t help the jealousy that spread throughout her. She knew it was petty to be still upset over you and Natasha, but she couldn’t help it. So, she held her tongue and signed the picture, and glared at you once the kids had left.

“Wanda, I’m so sorry-” was all you said before Tony came over.

“Me and Wanda are fine, Tony. I would ask that you leave us to our meal, please,” you said politely, even though you were annoyed by the drunken man. You could smell the liquor on his breath and wondered where Pepper was now.

“Come on, now, Y/N. We’re buddies! You don’t want me to leave!” Tony exclaimed as he playfully hit your chest.

“Tony now is not the moment. Please leave us,” Wanda coldly stated as her eyes flashed a hint of red. You had a love-hate relationship when Wanda got mad. You loved the way her eyes turned red and how she became possessive, but you also hated the fact that she was upset with you.

Tony pushed himself off you and leaned his elbows on the table while staring at Wanda. “Come on, Wanda. You have to loosen up! We’re here for a good time, not a long time!” Tony exclaimed while reaching across the table to grab Wanda’s hand, but ended up knocking her drink into her lap.

You pushed Tony out of the booth and walked around to Wanda’s side and tried to help her clean it up, but she just shoved you off of her and stated, “I’m fine.”

When she had shoved you, you stumbled backward and came crashing into the waiter who was bringing you and Wanda two glasses of champagne, one with a ring in it.

You fell to the ground with the waiter as the glasses and bottle crashed loudly. You pulled yourself off the waiter and frantically tried to find the ring, but the only thing you came up with was your hands with tiny shards of glass stuck in them.

“I am so sorry, Y/N,” Wanda apologized and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off as you continued your search for the ring. When your hands began to ache too much from the glass, you finally stood up and noticed that every eye in the restaurant was on you. You apologized to the waiter before going back to your booth. To your demise, Tony was still there.

You sat down and wrapped your blooded hands in the cloth napkins and said nothing as you listened to Tony’s drunken slander. “I cannot believe that just happened! I mean, my god, I didn’t know you were one to cause a scene, Y/N, but from what I remember with you and Romanoff, you two were quite a team!” The man said with a slap on your back. You tensed up when you felt the sharp sting shoot throughout your back, but you said nothing as you saw a glow of red appear in Wanda’s hands.

“Tony, knock it off,” you warned through a clenched jaw.

“Come on, Y/N; we’re just shooting the shit! It’s all fun and games, just like your fling with Romanoff,” Tony laughed, clearly not reading the tension-filled room, “Say, how come you two broke up? You two were certainly the hottest couple on the team!”

“Tony, I think it’s best if you leave. Now,” Wanda said, and when you looked at her eyes, you could see the specks of red within them, along with anger. “Alright, alright! I’ll leave! No need to get upset with me,” Tony replied as she slid out of the booth, “But seriously, Y/N, Natasha is the peak female specimen.”

When Tony left, you could taste the tension in the air, and Wanda only looked at you angrily. Unable to handle it, you asked the waiter for the check and gave him a decent tip before leaving. When you got to your car, you fumbled with the keys to unlock the vehicle when you felt a small hand take them away. “I’ll drive home,” Wanda stated angrily, but you yanked the keys away from her and finally unlocked the car, “I’m fine, Wanda, just get in.”

Not wanting to fight with you, Wanda sighed before walking to the passenger side. Once she got in, you started the car and began the tense car ride home. Neither of you talked; you didn’t know what to say to the other. This was supposed to be the most romantic night of your lives, and it all had been ruined. You couldn’t tell what you were more pissed about, Tony ruining the night; you losing the expensive engagement ring, or Wanda being upset with you.

When you got home, you both went your separate ways. You went into your shared bedroom to change into different clothes while Wanda sat at the dinner table, waiting for the uncomfortable conversation she needed to have with you.

“Wanda, I do not want to talk right now,” you said as you entered the kitchen. “Okay, but I think we need to talk about what just happened,” your girlfriend replied.

You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before walking toward the dinner table. You sat the bottle on the table and the back of the chair across from Wanda. “Why do we need to talk?” You asked with an annoyed tone that Wanda scoffed at. “Because Y/N, we just got back from a dinner that Tony ruined, and he had been mentioning your relationship with Natasha all day!” Wanda exclaimed as she raised her voice.

“Why does it bother you so much what Tony says? You know how he is,” you defended while raising your voice to match Wanda. “Because I think you're with her again!” The Sokovian admitted with tears in her eyes.

A few beats of silence passed as you stared at your girlfriend. You couldn’t wrap your head around the accusation she just threw at you. “You seriously think I’m cheating on you?” You asked with a dry laugh while pointing at yourself.

“I don’t know what I think, Y/N. I know you got extremely uncomfortable when Tony mentioned Natasha at dinner tonight. He has been talking about you two nonstop lightly,” Wanda admitted with a sigh as she refused to meet your gaze. You scoffed at your girlfriend’s words and walked off toward your room. “Y/N, do not walk away from me!” Wanda shouted as she followed you.

She watched you grab your keys and pack a small bag with a change of clothes. “What are you doing?” Wanda questioned softer, afraid that she had pushed you too far. “I’m leaving,” you stated as you threw your bag over your shoulder and tried to leave the room, but Wanda stopped you.

“Let me through, Wanda,” you said as you tried to push past the woman, but she stopped you. “No, not until you talk to me!” She replied, and you could see the tears in her eyes, but you didn’t care. Not right now, not after she accused you of cheating on her based on a drunken man’s words.

You scoffed and threw down your bag, and sat on the edge of the bed while staring up at Wanda. “There’s nothing for me to say,” you mumbled. It killed you to hear the love of your life through outlandish accusations at you, and you needed your space from her. Not that you were angry with her; you were just upset with how she acted like she had personally seen you with Natasha.

“I love you more than anything, Wanda. I truly do, and this is not how I expected tonight to end. But I cannot sit around here and listen to you question my devotion to you. I worship the ground you walk on, and I would never cheat on you, but the way you talk about me makes it seem like you wish I would,” you admitted as you stood up from the bed and walked to the doorway, “will you please let me leave now?”

The redhead spent the next few moments thinking before finally speaking up, “You seriously think I want you to cheat on me?”

You let out a dry laugh as you picked up your bag again and pushed past Wanda, “Yes, Wanda. I think that because you finally need an excuse to get rid of me!” You yelled with tears in your eyes as you pointed at her, “I love you so much that it hurts, but I don’t even get an ounce of respect from you!”

Wanda said nothing as she watched you storm out of the door. She felt her heart rip apart as she watched you leave the driveway in your car, and when she could no longer see your car, she broke down and cried.

The Sokovian was never great with expressing her love for you, but she never thought it would be the driving factor in tearing you two apart. She sometimes wanted to tell you how much she loved you; she knew you needed to hear the words, but she could only express her love through actions.

She knew you needed space, so she waited around the house for you to return.

When the clock struck midnight, however, she began to get nervous, afraid that you had finally snapped and left her. She frantically tried calling you, but the phone automatically went to voicemail.

She needed you more than anything, and she had lost you. Wanda had lost her home and her brother, and she had survived. But losing you would kill her. So, she swallowed all the pride she had and went out on a mission to find you.

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Finding you was a much more complex challenge than Wanda initially anticipated. You had turned your phone on airplane mode, so any calls or texts Wanda tried were automatically declined. And she couldn’t even track you on Life360, which pissed her off more than it should have. She then called everyone on the team, even Natasha and Tony, but they hadn’t seen you.

“I’ll keep an eye out for her, Wanda. Don’t worry,” Natasha said into the phone. The Russian worried about you, for Wanda’s sake, even though she knew from experience you could be a pain in the ass.

“Thank you, Natasha, I appreciate it,” Wanda responded.

“No problem; let me know when you find her so I murder her for you.”

Wanda laughed at the other woman’s joke. Natasha always knew how to cheer people up, no matter the circumstances. “Trust me, I will,” a few seconds passed before Wanda asked, “Would you happen to have Maria’s number? She and Y/N are really good friends, so she might be with her.”

Hushed whispers could be heard on the other end of the phone, and it sounded like Natasha was arguing with someone. When Wanda was getting ready to ask what was happening, a different voice said. “Um, actually, Wanda, Y/N isn’t with me because I’m with Natasha right now,” Maria spoke into the phone, and Wanda could hear the embarrassment in the raven-haired woman’s voice.

“Oh, oh. I am sorry, you two; I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t know you two were a thing,” Wanda apologized when she finally realized what was happening between Natasha and Maria.

“It’s okay,” Natasha laughed into the phone once she stole it back from her girlfriend, “We’ll keep an eye out for Y/N and give you a call if we find her. Okay?”

“Okay, thank you, Natasha. I owe you one.”

“It’s not a problem. Stay safe, Wans; I love you,” Natasha said before hanging up the phone. Natasha cared for Wanda like a sister, and she hated knowing that the other woman was hurting.

With nothing left to do and no other options, Wanda began driving around the city, trying to find you, wherever that was.

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Wanda wasn’t even ten minutes into her hunt for you when she received a call from Natasha. When she answered the phone, she could hear the faint crying of someone, followed by slurred words.

“Shut the fuck up!” Natasha screamed at the crying person before turning her attention to the phone, “I’m sorry about that,” Natasha apologized in a much softer tone, “but I found Y/N.”

At the mention of your name, Wanda sprung up from the couch and grabbed her keys. “Oh my god, thank you so much, Natasha,” Wanda said as she flew out to her car.

Natasha scoffed at the other end of the line, “Don’t thank me yet; I’m seriously considering killing her if you don’t get here soon.”

“Why? What’s she doing?” Wanda asked once she got her phone hooked up to the Bluetooth system in her car and began driving toward Natasha’s apartment.

“Well, she’s currently talking about your relationship problems and is asking me how she can fix things between the two of you,” Natasha said before yelling in Russian at someone, presumably you.

Wanda quietly chuckled at Natasha’s words, “I’m on my way; just don’t kill her before I get there.”

“No promises,” Natasha replied with a slight huff and hung up the phone, praying that Wanda got there soon or else she would not be held responsible for your murder.

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As she approached the door to Natasha’s apartment, Wanda could hear the sounds of faint arguing followed by violent sobs.

“Stop being a baby!” The Sokovian heard Natasha yell on the other side of the door and then she listened to the crying continue. “I’m going to stab you in the neck with a knife if you don’t stop!” Wanda had to bite back a laugh at the Russian’s threat while she knocked.

She heard a quiet ‘thank god’ before the door was flung open. Natasha wore an annoyed expression while her eyes looked like they had seen Hell itself. She ushered the witch into the room, and Wanda sighed with relief.

You were sitting on the floor with your legs outstretched in front of you with a bottle of Seagrams in a bandaged hand, and Wanda could smell the alcohol on you as soon as she stepped into the room. Your eyes instantly shot up to Wanda as she walked toward you, but you made no effort to stand up; you were afraid she was here to break things off with you.

“Hi,” you said with bloodshot eyes and a sloppy smile as you tried your best to act somewhat sober. “Hi,” Wanda replied as she crouched before you, “are you ready to go?”

With a nod of your nod, your girlfriend helped you stand up, and you finished off the alcohol. “Here you go,” you slurred with a smile on your face as you handed the bottle to Maria, who gave you a quirt nod as she watched you leave with Wanda.

Wanda let you out to the car and opened the door for you, and helped buckle you once she saw you struggle with the seat belt. She gently kissed your forehead, closed the door, and entered the driver’s seat.

A quiet sniffling pulled the witch’s attention away from the road, and her heart broke when she saw that you were crying. Wanda reached over to you and gently grabbed your hand, and gave it a comforting squeeze before turning her eyes back to the road.

The rest of the drive home was silent, except for your occasional hiccup or sniffle. Wanda helped you stumbled into the house and quietly laughed when she saw you fall onto your shared bed.

You were left alone for a few minutes when Wanda left to get you a bottle of water and some pepto bismol that you will need in the morning.

When Wanda returned, you graciously accepted the water and chugged all of it within fifteen seconds before setting the empty bottle on your nightstand.

You felt the bed dip in, and you turned to see your beautiful girlfriend scoot toward you. You happily extended your arms, and she graciously accepted your embrace.

“I love you so much, Wans,” you muttered against Wanda’s chest as she placed a soft kiss on your head. “I love you too, Y/N,” she replied.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love you,” you slurred, and Wanda almost laughed at the cheesy quote, “I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

“Calm down, Darcy, I’m not going anywhere,” Wanda said with a small laugh as sleep slowly consumed the both of you.

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The early morning soon peeked through your curtains and instantly made your head pound. You let out a small groan and your stomach turned as you ran into the bathroom. You threw up your entire stomach in the toilet and flushed it down when you heard a dry chuckle come from behind you. With a turn of your head, you saw your alluring girlfriend leaning on the doorframe with a sly smirk on her lips.

“Feeling any better this morning?” Wanda asked as she pushed off the doorframe and approached you. You smiled when you felt a small hand fall onto your back and made back-and-forth motions. “Not at all,” you replied as you stood up and faced Wanda.

You moved to kiss her, but she placed her pointer finger on your lips and slightly pushed you backward. “Nuh uh, you just threw up and you have morning breath. Brush your teeth first,” the woman stated.

With a scoff, you began brushing your teeth while glaring at Wanda for denying your morning kisses. The witch watched as you brushed your teeth and climbed back into bed after tightly shutting the curtains.

Once you had finished brushing your teeth, you crawled into bed and cuddled up next to Wanda, who wrapped her arms around you tightly.

A few moments of silence passed before you broke it in a hushed whisper, “I’m sorry for the way I treated you last night.”

“It’s okay, Y/N, it wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I blew up on you when I shouldn’t have,” Wanda said as she felt her shirt become wet. She pulled your head off of her chest and instantly frowned when she saw that you had been crying, “What’s wrong?”

You sighed deeply as you looked into Wanda’s loving eyes, “It’s just… That’s not how I expected last night to go at all. I had this romantic dinner planned and I had everything set up.”

To say that Wanda was beyond confused would be an understatement. She could guess what you were talking about, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up if you weren’t actually planning on proposing to her. “What do you mean?” She asked with a weak tone.

“I was going to propose to you last night, Wanda. But when you pushed me off, I fell into the waiter and lost the ring that was in the champagne,” you admitted with a weak smile, and Wanda felt her heart drop at your words.

Last night was supposed to be the happiest night of your lives, and she ruined it by letting her stupid, petty jealousy get in the way. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I ruined it. I let my petty jealousy ruin our night, and I am so sorry about that. I promise I will do everything I can to make it up to you,” Wanda apologized.

“It’s alright Wanda; as long as I have you, I’m happy. I’m just a little bummed the ring was lost,” you admitted with a quiet laugh, “I guess you could say it was a champagne problem?” You finished with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk.

Wanda chuckled at your shitty joke as she playfully slapped your arm, “I have an idea on how I can make it up to you; if you’ll let me.”

“Anything, my love.”

“Let me propose to you in an apple orchard somewhere, to make it up to you.”

“Deal,” you stated with a smile as you sealed it with a kiss from your future wife.

[iamleesi]

THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: The girl finally wakes up but the brothers are acting suspicious and you don’t like it one bit

Warnings: Mention of captivity, mention of Hydra (if that’s a warning?), mention of experiments and a tiny bit of sad Bucky.

Other: English isn’t my first language bla bla I think you already know. Also mention of my girl Chip the spoiled leopard, if you know you know.

-> Masterlist

-> Part eleven ; Part thirteen

-> Mother of the year (12)

“Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, just bought a new mansion somewhere in Italy. Here are the pictures the billionaire allowed us to take.” The TV anchor announced, displaying images of a super villa with a giant pool that Stark had apparently bought. That fucker was out there living his best life while the boss was probably in Hydra’s hands. For a moment you swore you wanted to reach his level of nonchalance.

You sat on the couch eating ice cream, having nothing better do to than watch the news. Nothing exciting if not for some reporters who concentrated more over what Steve Roger’s daily routine was rather that the actual important things.

Bucky was out on his usual morning run about two hours ago, he had offered you to join him and that warmed your heart since it was the first time he proposed to do something together for the first time ever since you met him. Truth was, you weren’t really the most athletic person around; your stamina was great, yes, it was your brain that was lazy.

It was still early in the morning, and Sam and Dean hadn’t answered their phones yet. Not even with a text. Their car was still parked outside, as you had noticed when you looked out of the window earlier. You might have thought they were dead if not for their usual morning screaming match that the whole neighborhood could hear. You considered going over to their place to see if Cassandra had woken up - it would be strange if she hadn’t - but you opted not to. If they had something important to share, they’d show up.

Your curiosity piqued when you heard voices from outside, and specifically it was a girl’s laugh that made your frown since it sounded like it came from your lawn. You tossed the ice cream box aside and walked over to the door, swinging it open.

Bucky was already back from his morning run, and there was a girl you recalled as Dalia right beside him. Both of them were wearing jog clothes, which made you assume they spent the last couple of hours together. Or, at least, some time considering the too friendly way she was clinging to him.

He was telling her something that made her laugh loudly and nudge his arm playfully, and you bit your inner cheek at the sight. The man didn’t even seem bothered by the touch or her presence, so much for someone who was usually as social as a rock.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching the both of them like a hawk - or more like an old, noisy woman. It wasn’t jealousy, though, of course it wasn’t; you had absolutely nothing to be jealous of considering that technically you and Bucky weren’t even friends. But something deep inside you boiled at the view, a strange feeling you tried to ignore.

“Bye, Harry!” Dalia said, using the fake name Bucky was using for the mission, smiling brightly at your supposed-to-be husband as she waved and walked away, back to her mother’s house. She even winked at him as she left despite noticing your presence, and she knew you were his wife. What a beautiful way to start the day.

Bucky’s smile vanished as soon as he turned around in your direction, ready to head back inside. He raised a questioning brow when he saw your expression. “What?”

“I didn’t know you were this funny, Harry.” You remarked, as you crossed your arms under your chest.

He stopped on the porch steps, sighing loudly. “It’s part of the job.” He said, walking past you inside the house. “We need to stay in character.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him inside, closing the door behind you. “Right. So if I get too cozy with her brother it’s not okay, if you flirt and make her laugh it’s part of the job?”

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. “Two completely different situations. Plus I wasn’t flirting, what I was saying wasn’t even funny. And it’s not like I could push her away, we have to blend in. Remember?”

You crossed your arms tighter, leaning now against the kitchen counter. “I get that, just remember who you’re married to.”

He raised an eyebrow as he walked towards the fridge to get some eggs, a grin making its way on his face. “Are you getting possessive? Because I have to admit, it’s kind of cute.”

You scoffed at that. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not the type to get possessive over anyone. All I want is for this mission to not be compromised because you can’t keep it in your pants. But you do you, I guess.” You raised your hands in surrender. It wasn’t a lie, Bucky getting involved with someone else outside the case could cause too many problems.

Like that one time Pietro almost blew up the whole mission by ruining a woman’a marriage, prompting her soon-to-be-ex-husband to try and kill him… and that wasn’t even the first time something like that happened. Pietro wasn’t exactly known for his professionalism, and not even his speed could save him from bullets. But thankfully he didn’t become a colander.

“Believe it or not, I’m great at keeping it in my pants and I have no intention of getting involved with anyone.” Bucky chuckled, walking over to the cabinets to grab a bowl. “Now, do you want breakfast or was that ice cream you left melting on the couch enough?”

You have him an ironic smile as you went back into the living room to retrieve the box of that delicious ice cream. “What are you even cooking? The fridge is empty.”

“Eggs… it was the only thing in there.” He replied, as you tossed the food back into the freezer. “We need to buy groceries between a murder and another, Emma. We can’t live off of junk food forever.”

“Nah.” You shook your head, waving a hand dismissively. “Speak for yourself; I’m perfectly fine with this arrangement.”

He let out an annoyed sound, choosing to simply drop the conversation rather than try to convince you otherwise because he knew it was most likely impossible.

As you settled back on the couch, Bucky busied himself in the kitchen. The sound of eggs sizzling in the pan filled the air as you watched a documentary about a leopard that couldn’t hunt for her life, and you couldn’t help but feel completely at ease despite all the shit you found recently. Perhaps it was your philosophy of ignoring problems until they disappeared.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You called out, raising your voice just enough for him to properly hear from the kitchen.

Bucky glanced over his shoulder, shrugging even though you could not see him. “We should check on Sam and Dean. They’ve been acting weird ever since we left Malcom’s house, usually they’d be here already at this hour. Also, we need to see if Cassandra is awake, she could solve all of our problems if she stopped playing dead for a second.”

“True. Poor girl’s probably traumatized, though. I usually sleep too to avoid facing my problems.” You said, pulling your legs up onto the small coffee table. “Remember we need to go to Mrs Miller’s twin sister, as we agreed yesterday. Did you think of asking Dalia about her while you were, you know, flirting?” You asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm just for the fun of pissing him off.

Bucky grunted, clearly irritated by you bringing up the subject again. “I wasn’t flirting and no, I didn’t.”

You saw him walking back into the living room, carrying two plates of scrambled eggs - you frowned in confusion at the view. Not that you minded, the opposite; still, it was weird having this sort of normality with someone like him. He placed one plate on your lap, along with a fork, and he sat beside you.

“Oh, we’re already having breakfast together now? Things are moving fast, what’s next? A fancy dinner?”

“I hate you.”

Your banter was interrupted by an aggressive knock on the door, as if someone was in a rush. Your immediate thought was that it might be one of the Winchesters, perhaps with news about the girl. Or, maybe, they had finally come to their senses and remembered the four of you were working together, since they have been MIA for the whole previous day.

Sharing a glance with Bucky, you could tell he was thinking along the same lines. Rising from the couch, you moved to open the door. “Dean, I swear to fuck-” Your words died in your mouth as the door swung open, revealing Cassandra on the other side.

She was visibly trembling, her eye makeup smudged from tears all over her cheeks. Still dressed in the same dirty clothes you had found her in, she clung to you almost immediately after the door opened.

“I was kidnapped, please let me in.” She pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please, let me in. Four men kept me locked in a room for a day.” She cried out.

Bucky was at your side in less than a second as soon as he realized what was happening, reacting faster than you as he shoved you both back inside before anyone in the neighborhood could hear. If they called the police you could have gotten in trouble, Avengers or not.

Cassandra lay on the floor, tears streaming down her face, while you and Bucky exchanged bewildered glances, each lost in thought on how to proceed from there and time seemed to stay still. With a heavy sigh, you ran a hand over your face before kneeling in front of her, Bucky’s gaze hovering over you. He was clearly pissed, as you had noticed, probably at Sam and Dean for leaving Cassandra unattended or, even worse, locked away alone.

It was nothing but a miracle that Cassandra had found her way to your door and not anyone else’s or that would have been a catastrophic failure since this girl was the last hope you had.

“Cassandra?” You began, you voice as gentle as you could muster. “My name is Emma, and this is my friend Bucky. We’re Avengers, you’re safe here.”

At the mention of the team, Cassandra’s lower lip quivered and she instinctively moved closer to you seeking refuge. There was fear in her eyes as she clutched your wrist tightly with her cold, shaky hand, her vulnerability palpable in the air. “Avengers?” She repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze darting between you and Bucky.

You nodded reassuringly, maintaining your soothing tone as you confirmed your words. “Yes, Avengers.”

The tremor in her grip eased slightly as she visibly relaxed, but it wasn’t enough for her to stop trembling.

Cassandra moved her brown eyes from you to him, studying his features briefly before the color drained from her face. “The Winter Soldier.” She gasped, as if she had just seen a ghost. “He’s- he’s with them- he’s with Hydra. I don’t want to go back there, please don’t hurt us.” She rambled, trying to pull you away from Bucky despite still being on the floor. “He’s a murderer.”

You unfortunately didn’t miss the flash of hurt that crossed Bucky’s face before he immediately masked it with a neutral expression and stood up. “Take care of her until she’s feeling better. Call me when she calms down.” He said, his voice empty of any emotion, as he made his way out of the house.

“Bucky, wait-” But your words lingered in the air as he shut the door behind him.

You inhaled deeply as the house fell silent, feeling Cassandra’s wary eyes on you. You couldn’t blame her for being frightened, given what they must have told her or did to her wherever she was kept - it was a natural response.

Setting aside what she had said to Bucky, you mentally noted to talk with him later. Holding her hand, you tried to comfort her through the touch. “Come with me, it’s okay.” You said gently, helping her up from the ground.

She glanced around, likely searching for any other potential threats, and relaxing when she realized you two were left alone. “Thank you.” She mumbled, her voice still hoarse. “Why was he here?”

“Bucky? Well, he’s a good guy and he was helping me find you.” You explained.

She vigorously shook her head, disagreeing with your explanation. “He’s an assassin. Do you know how many people he killed? Hydra wants him back so he can continue the job, they didn’t talk about anything else… he’s dangerous, and he will bring me back there. I don’t wanna go.” She pleaded again, her voice trembled as tears threatened to escape once more.

“No one is going to take you back there, alright?” You reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her forearm sensing that physical touch brought her solace. “You’re safe here, with us. Go sit on the couch, okay?” You offered her a smile, which she returned as she obeyed your instruction.

While she made her way to the couch, you hurried over to the windows to close the curtains, ensuring that no one saw her there before joining her. You noticed the red marks on her wrists from the rope Malcom had used to tie her up, and you knew from experience how much they must be burning. However, you had nothing to treat her wounds with, so you didn’t offer.

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked.

She shook her head. “No. I want my mum.” She said, nervously passing both her hands over her dirty jeans.

You forced a smile at her request, unable to tell her the truth about her mother’s absence. “What’s the last thing you remember, Cassandra?” You inquired.

She blinked a few times, taken aback by the sudden question. “Please, call me Cassie.” She requested before continuing. “I remember a dark place. The trunk of a car, Malcom’s car. He put me in there when he heard two people breaking into his house… he locked me up and ran away, and then I woke up in a room inside those four men’s house.” She explained, her breath shaking with each word.

“The people next door are friends of mine.” You informed her. “We brought you here after I found you in that car.”

She frowned. “They kept me inside for a day, I woke up hours ago.” She told you, her voice trembling.

You clenched your jaw at the realization. You had trusted Sam and Dean with her safety, only to discover they left her completely alone, scared, and traumatized while they argued amongst themselves. Fighting to keep your raising anger in check, you spoke softly. “They’re… not exactly the best at… listen, it was my mistake for trusting them with you, I’m sorry. Did they hurt you?”

“No, they didn’t.” She confirmed, much to your relief. “But they didn’t allow me to leave. I had to use the bedsheets to escape from the window.”

You sighed, nodding. “You said four men? Not two?” You asked, suddenly remembering that detail.

“Four men and a woman.” She confirmed. “I heard them through the door. They were talking about strange things, dead bodies… demons.” She scratched her forehead, her lower lip trembling once more. “I just want to go home. Did you call the police? They must have been searching for me.”

“I know you want to go home, and you will in time. But, Cassie, you’ve been kidnapped by Hydra. You know that, right? The police… they’re useless.” You explained, trying to maintain a comforting tone.

She nodded, understanding the gravity of your words. Traumatized, yes, but not an idiot, she was still able to piece things together. “I know.” She said, her voice barely udibile. “He hurt her, didn’t he?”

You remained silent, trying to grasp what she was referring to. “Who?”

“My father.” She answered. “He hurt my mother, didn’t he? He said he would if she kept interfering with the atrocities he was doing with Mrs White.”

Your heart stopped at the mention of her name, and you felt your entire body go numb. It had been a long time since you heard that name uttered by someone who likely knew her, and you despised the grip she still had on you. Especially now, with the confirmation that she was still live.

Your hands trembled, but you clenched them together tightly, hiding them between your knees to conceal your weakness. “Mrs White? What’s-” You cleared your throat, trying to dispel the knot that prevented you from speaking clearly. “How do you know about her?” It felt like a stupid question, but your mind was suddenly clouded.

Cassandra looked away at that, her gaze distant. “I was left on my mom’s doorstep by my biological mother when my father cheated. I always knew I was adopted, she never hid that from me and still raised me as hers.” She explained referring to Mrs Miller, passing a hand over her lower lip before continuing. “I always wondered who my biological parents were, and when Dad came back into our lives I was enthusiastic - I couldn’t hate him, and believe me I tried. Even knowing how much pain he put my mom through… he was still my father, you know?”

“Of course.” You replied, though your own experience with fathers was nonexistent. However, that wasn’t the time to bring it up.

“And so, Mom took him back and we started to build a relationship from scratch. He took me to dance practice and was even there for my 18th birthday. It was as if we had never spent almost twenty years apart. Until one day, I found out he was texting the person who gave birth to me.” She continued, a hint of anger flashing across her features simply at the thought of this person.

She was telling you nothing more that a detailed version of what you already knew, but you were curious to see where this conversation was headed.

“I found out completely by accident, and when I asked who it was he didn’t even hide it from me. I didn’t want him to hurt my mother again, and… and I told him to stop texting her. I told him he had to leave her in the past. I mean, I did want to know who she was, desperately, but I knew my mom would be devastated. So, I just opted to forget about her but my father had other ideas. I started to dig into his past life, and I found out everything about Mrs White. I found out about Hydra and the experiments they did to people.” She explained, a tear rolling down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away. “I can’t believe my mother would agree to ever do things like that. What kind of monster is capable of such things?”

“Cassie, what does your mother have anything to do with Hydra?” You asked, frowning.

Her eyes met yours as she spoke. “Mrs White is my mother. My biological mother and nothing more.”

Time seemed to stand still. Her features were too familiar now that you were seeing her up close, but never in a million years would you have thought that was the reason why. The person in front of you was the daughter of the woman that had ruined your life, and instinctively, your body jerked aside to put some distance between you. You didn’t mean to do it, but you did nothing to fix it even when you saw the confusion in her eyes.

“How do you know about Mrs White?” She asked and it was your turn to look away.

You weren’t used to this rush of emotions coming out all at once, and you found it hard to maintain a stoic face as the main subject of the conversation was the woman who had made you kill people for a living ever since you were born.

“Long story.” You just answered, unable to utter anything else.

“I’m sorry.” She said sincerely, taking your hand in hers.

You looked down at her hand, but the gesture did nothing to comfort you. In that moment, hardly anything could. “William Barlow mentioned you found out she had another daughter. What can you tell me about her?”

Cassie seemed taken aback by what you said but quickly composed herself. “I didn’t know Will knew about it.” She confessed. “But he is right. Ella White abandoned me while she apparently took care of this other daughter of hers, my half sister, while I’ve been wondering what I did wrong to be left on a doorstep.” She let out a dry chuckle and spat out her mother’s name as if it were venom.

“Do you know who this girl is?”

She nodded. “I do. Turns out she abandoned her too at some point. Apparently, old habits die hard. She has a good life now.” She said with a sad smile. “But at least she got to know her.”

“Not that it was a great pleasure if you ask me.” You couldn’t help but spit out.

“No, it wasn’t.” She chuckled sadly.

You nodded at her words, your mind flooded with thoughts about the woman who would haunt you for the rest of your life. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that, not when you had someone to take care of. It was the least you could do.

“Do you want to take a shower? Relax a bit?” You offered, squeezing her hand that was still in yours.

“Yes, I’d like that.” She replied.

“Great.”

While Cassie took a well deserved shower, you decided to find Bucky - wherever he had gone off to. Once the girl locked the bathroom door, you made your way downstairs finally having a moment to think properly. And, truth be said, your thoughts were anything but kind; Dean and Sam Winchester would be begging for their lives in the next couple of minutes.

Maybe that was a bit dramatic, but they had managed to rub you the wrong way. How could anyone be so inconsiderate as to leave a girl who had been kidnapped alone?

As you opened the front door, your face almost collided with someone’s chest. You looked up slightly and saw Dean standing there, his hand raised as if about to knock, nervously smiling at you. Sam stood a few feet behind him, and while he clearly looked pissed, his expression was more like that of a kicked puppy.

“Sweetheart.” Dean began lightly, spreading his arms as if to greet you. “You look good, did you do something to your hair?”

You would have stabbed him if you had a knife in your hands, but it wasn’t your lucky day. “Cut the bullshit.” You snapped.

Dean’s smile faltered, and he glanced over his shoulder at his brother, who made a face that clearly said ‘deal with it’. Dean turned back to you, attempting to regain his composure.

“Can I come in, maybe?” He asked, gesturing inside.

In response, you leaned against the doorframe as to block his way, tilting your head to the side. You weren’t going to entertain his nonsense, he needed to give you an explanation and you weren’t in the mood to play along.

“You better start talking now, Dean, because this isn’t something to joke about.” You warned him.

His shoulders slumped, knowing his intentions of keeping Cassandra’s escape a secret were now in the toilet. His smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression; he looked down at his feet for a moment, before his green eyes found yours again.

“Is she okay?” He asked, assuming that Cassandra must have been found by you given how angry you were. And he didn’t think you were overreacting, it was only fair.

You scoffed. “Now you care? She came in here sobbing, Dean, and thanks to whoever the fuck is up there that she came here and didn’t go around alarming the whole neighborhood! What did you have in mind?! Play Malcom two point zero?!” Your tone was sharp, even if you weren’t outright yelling.

“Of course not!” He denied, clearly and truly offended by your insinuation. “I should have handled it better, alright? I know that. But I was busy trying to to find out more about the patient Cassandra was treating, and I found something interesting.”

“I don’t give a shit about what you found; she was your priority!” You shot back. Although you knew that whatever he found was probably important, but you could bring yourself to care. “And who were you with? You’re not supposed to involve anyone else, did you forget that?”

For a moment, you saw surprise flicker across his face, like a deer caught in headlights. Maybe you weren’t supposed to know that given the look he gave you, but he quickly composed himself. “That’s my business.” He said a little too defensively. “And I have everything under control.”

“Where are you going? I’m not done.” You said the moment he turned around and grabbed his brother by the forearm just to stark walking back to his damn car. “Dean?!”

You stood there, dumbfounded by what had just happened. In the short time you’d known him, you’d never seen Dean this dismissive and it made you question whether Fury had made a mistake by choosing them for this mission. It was clear the Winchester brothers preferred to work alone together and weren’t used to be a part of a team.

And if you weren’t so blinded by anger, you might have noticed a third, unknown man wearing a beige trench coat in the backseat of their car as they drove away.

.

[peppymintdreams]

Andrew proposing to darling 🥰?

For All My Tomorrows

Andrew Marston x Darling

The date was January 8th, and something was different about Andrew.

January 8th. A date that had come to feel almost sacred in the rhythm of their lives. The date when everything had shifted, four and a half years ago, when Andrew had held you back after class to discuss your "submission," which, in hindsight, was just a long, tangled confession of your feelings for him.

It was on that day, in the quiet solitude of his classroom, that your worlds had collided. The moment his lips had brushed against yours, tentative but full of promise, everything had fallen into place. The hesitation, the doubt, the years of wondering what could have been—all of it vanished in the heat of that kiss. And in its wake, you had found something that felt like home.

But today, something was different.

You noticed it the moment you woke up to sunlight spilling through the curtains. He was already up, an uncommon occurrence for the man who often preferred stealing extra minutes of warmth beside you in bed. When you padded out to the kitchen,

"Good morning," you said, your voice still thick with sleep, but it didn’t seem to faze him. His eyes flickered to you, and he smiled softly, though there was an edge of sadness in it.

"Morning," Andrew replied, his voice soft but distant.

You noticed how his hand trembled slightly around his coffee cup, how his gaze lingered on you but never fully met your eyes. You knew him well enough to see that something was weighing on him, but for now, he kept it to himself.

"Are you okay?" you asked, stepping closer to him.

He nodded, but there was a hesitance in the movement, a hesitation that made you wonder. "I’m fine. Just thinking."

You weren’t convinced, but you didn’t push him further. He’d open up when he was ready.

As the day unfolded, you noticed it again—how different Andrew seemed. He was present, yet somewhere else, his mind occupied by thoughts he hadn’t shared with you. His actions were gentle, but there was a distance in them, a sort of bittersweet detachment that hadn’t been there before. You found it odd, given that January 8th had always been a day of quiet celebration between you two. Yet this year, it felt as though there was something more to it.

He suggested going for a walk, and you agreed. His suggestion was casual enough, but you noticed how his fingers brushed against yours as you walked side by side, how he pulled you closer when the wind whipped through the streets, as if trying to keep you in his warmth. But despite his gestures, he was still withdrawn, his silence speaking louder than his words.

After a while, you found yourself standing in front of the museum—the very place of your first date. The first time you’d walked hand-in-hand, the first time you’d let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, this was the person you were meant to be with. It felt like it was only yesterday, and yet so much had changed since then.

Andrew turned to face you, his eyes clouded with emotion. “Do you remember?” he asked, his voice low.

“Of course I do,” you replied, your heart tightening. “Our first date. The museum.”

He smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth lifting just a little. But there was a sadness in his gaze, a sense of something unsaid that hung in the air.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about that day,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “About how… unsure we both were. About how I kept my distance for so long. But the truth is, from the moment I kissed you that day, I knew I wasn’t going to be the same. I knew that no matter how much I tried to avoid it, you were going to change everything.”

“And today—today, I realized I don’t want to wait another day to tell you that.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for his. “Andrew…”

He turned away, looking up at the museum as if the answer was hidden in the brickwork. “It’s just…” He swallowed hard. “It’s been four and a half years since that day. Four and a half years since we kissed, since we started this journey together. And in that time, I’ve come to realize something.”

You took a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. “What is it?”

Andrew turned back to face you, his eyes filled with a quiet storm of emotions—love, regret, fear, and the weight of everything he’d been holding inside. “That I’ve fallen in love with you more than I ever thought possible. That no matter how much I try to run from it, no matter how many walls I put up, I can’t escape the fact that you’re the one. You’re the person I want to spend my life with.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Andrew…”

Your throat tightened, tears pricking at your eyes as he let go of your hand.

He took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he reached into his coat pocket. “I’ve thought about this moment a thousand times, and I’ve always wondered if it would be the right time. But today, right here, I realized that there is no perfect moment. There’s only now.”

He pulled out a small velvet box, his hands unsteady as he opened it, revealing a simple yet elegant ring. “Darling, will you marry me?”

Tears welled in your eyes, your heart racing as you looked at him—really looked at him—for the first time that day. The man who had changed your life, who had taught you how to love, how to trust, how to build something that was more than just two people. It was a life, a future, a promise.

The world seemed to stand still. Your breath caught, your heart pounding as his words sank in. Andrew’s face was so open, so full of hope and fear and love, that it nearly undid you.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Yes, Andrew. A thousand times yes.”

Andrew’s breath left him in a rush as he slipped the ring onto your finger, his hands gentle despite the rawness in his eyes. He pulled you close, his arms enveloping you as though he couldn’t bear to let you go.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice broken. “I love you more than anything.”

And in that moment, you knew with absolute certainty that no matter the years to come, no matter the challenges you would face, you had found your person. You had found the one who would stand by your side through it all.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your arms tightening around him. “Always.”

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[corneille-but-not-the-author]

New Year's Eve

This text is a sequel to : https://www.tumblr.com/soupedepates/769304596920352768/tyr-belongs-to-hel-phoenyx-leonova-belongs-to?source=share

***

It's always the same, really.

The same words. The same cold building. The same New year's Eve, with those cold faces.

My father asked me if I was alright. I answered yes.

No, I am not alright, father.

My mother asked if I had someone in my heart. I answered no.

Yes, I have two, and I don't know what to do.

They didn't ask about the rapt. They didn't ask if I wanted to cry.

I'm a growup. It shouldn't bother me.

I would rather return to work. But I can't. Not when the Mayor and the Priest looks at me like this.

I hate their gold. I hate their power. I hate how, so many years later, there is still no way I'm someone in their eyes.

Mother tries to smile.

She really tries.

But the link has been cut a long time ago.

---

A few hours later, I'm at my desk, sleepy as hell.

We stayed awake a few hours too early.

Their friends were just like them. Their daugther too. My memory is hazy. I think they want us to marry. I don't really care.

My plants are fairer than her.

So I come back to work. Sip a bit of coffee. Ask my colleagues if they had a good holiday. I was away for a week, a lot of them are not back yet.

One of them has a savage smile when I ask. I didn't catch his name, those few months ago, when the commissar presented him to us.

Not really that important.

"Sigismund ? Your girl is here."

Amandine has such a smug smile, when she wants to. It's not "my girl", but I understand why they think she is.

She's coming a lot to the function, for someone so afraid of cops.

So I stand up. Come and greet her. She has cookies, they're the most beautiful in the world. She has a smile and is wobbly, I'm worried for her.

"Hi Domhildr, I wasn't expecting you today. Did you have a good New Year's Eve?"

She smiles.

Such a beautiful smile.

How can someone expect me to marry a bland woman when I see this smile so often, now ?

She tells me of her adventures. I listen. She give me the cookies. I propose to share.

But I cannot shake the feeling I'm being observed.

When she leaves, I let out a smile. Amandine laughs at me, I tell her to be quiet. Someone is still looking at me.

But the impression leaves quickly. And I stop thinking about it. For the rest of the day, I can only think of Domhildr.

The way her smile light up her entire face. The way she seemed...well. She seemed at peace.

Something must have happened.

I'm happy for her.

Maybe she has finally met someone good.

Maybe it's her roommate ?

Someone who isn't me.

Because I'm duty-bound. And I don't deserve that.

I don't deserve those cookies.

I don't deserve anything.

...

...

Why am I crying ?

Someone is looking at me.

Little did I know, Fenrir was a name I should've remembered. As he was the man looking at me, this entire time.

But even though I had remembered his name, I would've never been able to predict what would ensue.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Commitment

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

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Previous: Preparations

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Belle was nervous.  

Why wouldn’t she be? 

Here she was, back at the same club that set off a chain of events three months ago that changed her life.  Why on earth did she let MJ and Hope convince everyone else that this was good idea? 

She sat nervously in the booth, glass of champagne in hand, wearing a ridiculous crown and sash while the rest of her party was dancing.  She looked at her phone and sent a message 

B: Why did you let them do this to me.   S: not having fun?  B: not really  B: no strippers right?  S: I asked them not to sweet pea  B: I wish I was home with you  S: Me too  B: less than two weeks  S: And you’ll be mine  B: I’m already yours  S: But I get to tell the whole world  B: I love you  S: I love you.  Try and have fun 

Belle sighed and put her phone down.  She decided to go to the bar to get a drink away from her group.  She just needed a moment to herself.  As she waited, a body stood next to her to order.  “Gorgeous?” 

She turned to look at the man who spoke.  She squeaked in surprise. “Paul?” 

“It is you! Wow!” Paul Diskant stood next to her like a dream.  She swallowed when he took her in and zeroed in on her hand.  “This explains a lot,” as he took her hand, her ring sparkling.  

“It’s not… that didn’t happen until after,” she tried to explain, pulling her hand away.  

“No need to explain Belle.  I read the papers.”  Paul took a swallow of his beer.  

“Oh.” Belle chewed her lip.  “I’m sorry.  About that night.”  

“What’s to be sorry for.  You danced with me, and I made a move, you ran away.  Obviously, there was something else going on.  Why did you run?” 

“Because he was there that night.  Told him to fuck off but instead he proposed.” She looked at Paul with a shrug and a smile.  “I love him.”  

Paul smiled.  “That much I gathered.  So why are you out?” 

“Bachelorette party.  It was a surprise.” She frowned.  “I thought you were back in Los Angeles?” 

“I got the job in New York.  I actually work for your husband’s security team but it’s my night off, so I came out with some of the guys I met.”  He nodded towards a group of men who were hitting on some other woman.  

“Ah, well, I’ll let you get back to them.  It was nice to see you again Paul.”  

“The same Belle.  You’re still as gorgeous as I remember.  Rogers is a very lucky man.”  He gave her a kiss on her knuckles and walked away. Belle returned to her table just as shots were being served. 

The next morning, Belle woke up with her head pounding, Steve flat out next to her.  She sighed when she took in his boyish looks as he slept.  She got up and headed to the bathroom and then the kitchen to start a pot of coffee for herself and Steve and Bucky.  She was scrolling through her social media, sipping her coffee when she sputtered.  

Clear as day was a photo of herself and Paul at the club last night.  “Oh shit.” She read the highlights of the article.  That she was there for her bachelorette and that a handsome man made a pass.  No idea how the couple left it.  

“Well, that’s interesting,” a voice behind her said.  

Belle jumped and dropped her mug which Steve swiftly caught. “Oh my god, Steve, I can explain.”  

Steve gave her an amused smile. “No explanation necessary love.  Breakfast?” 

Belle eyed him.  “Why are you so calm?  Last time I was out, you wanted to murder him.”  

“Isabella,” Steve sighed, “do you remember what happened when you came home last night?” 

Belle frowned as she tried to remember.  When she couldn’t she looked at Steve who chuckled.  “You were a little more drunk than you think you realized.  I picked you up from the club and you stayed in my lap, making out with me.  As I carried you in, you told me, and I quote, 'I saw Paul and I remembered why I love you so much.  He’s like a hamburger and you’re like steak.' It was amusing.  Especially when you decided to ride me.”  

“I what?” 

“Yeah, see I tried to put you to bed but you attacked me with your beautiful lips and I was putty in your hands.”  

Belle hid her face in her hands.  “Oh god.  Steve, I’m…” 

“Don’t be sorry my love.  It’s my job as your husband to satisfy you in any way that I can.  You needed a release and I’m happy it’s me you decided to do that with.  I love you.”  He leaned over to kiss her softly.  

“I love you,” she replied as soon as he let go of the kiss. “Did you know he’s working for you?” 

“Yes.  Bucky brought me all the profiles and I saw his.  Recognized him from that night.”  He sipped his coffee slowly. 

“And you’re ok?” 

“I am.  Keep your enemies close and all that.” Steve gave Belle a smirk as she frowned.  “Relax love.  He is part of our security detail.  If he was truly a problem, I would terminate him on the spot.” 

The next 12 days flew by, and Belle found herself at the Plaza hotel with her bridal party preparing for her last night as Belle Davis. The girls lounged around in matching pajamas completing every cliché thing for Belle.  

“Are you nervous?” Pepper asked.  

“About being in front of two hundred people of which I don’t know about 90 percent of them, or getting married?  Because the answer is yes.” 

“You don’t want to marry Steve?” MJ asked shocked.  

“No, it’s not that.  It’s just… I don’t know how my dad would feel about this or how my other parents…” Belle took a big gulp of her drink.  “I just wish I knew how he felt about me marrying his hero.”  

“He’d be proud,” Nat quipped. Belle looked at the red head.  “Belle, after everything you’ve been through and finding love in this crazy city, he would be proud. At least, that’s what I think.  But knowing you, the way you handle yourself with Steve and Bucky for that matter, you can take on the world.”  

“And,” Pepper started, “being the wife of a mogul is hard but I will be there for you every step of the way.”  

“Plus, you have your best friends,” MJ said, “to help when we can.”  

“Thank you, ladies,” Belle said as she brushed away a tear. They broke for bed and Belle laid down, knowing she needed rest.  But, when you have become accustomed to sleeping next to someone, it takes a while.  She pulled out her phone 

B: Hi  S: you ok?  B: who ever came up with the tradition to separate the bride and groom should be shot.  S: you can’t sleep either  B: Nope.  I’m cold.   S: And I’m too warm.   S: A sign that we are meant to be  B: You ready?  S: I’ve been ready. I love you  B: I love you.  

It’s what she needed.  Reassurance that he was on the same page as herself.  She looked at the photo of her father that she brought with her.  “I miss you daddy.”  

Morning came and with a flurry of activity.  The wedding was scheduled for two in the afternoon, but it didn’t stop Belle from being busy as soon as she woke.  

Steve sat in his office, reading emails and getting updates on the church and the venue.  Bucky came in with a glass.  “Here punk.”  

“Thanks Jerk,” he mumbled taking the glass but not looking away.  

“Steve. Steve!” He finally looked up.  “What are you doing?” 

“I’m… I’m… I don’t know.”  Bucky could see if was pale and a little clammy.  

“Ok punk.  Ok,” he came over and sat in front of him.  “What’s going on?” 

“What if I am ruining her life?  What if she dies because she’s my wife?  Phil, would he want me to marry her? I couldn’t save him and now I’m putting his daughter in danger…” 

“Whoa, slow down Steve, take a breath.” Bucky grabbed the glass of water and shoved it into his friend’s hands. “Drink,” he ordered. “Listen, I have a couple of questions.”  Steve nodded.  “Do you love her?” 

“More than anything.”  

“Ok, do you think you have done everything you possibly can to protect her?” 

“I think so.”  

Bucky smiled fondly at his best friend.  “Then Rogers, buck up because you have to get ready to marry the girl of your dreams.”  

Steve looked up at his friend.  “She isn’t Peggy, right? She wouldn’t leave me there like she did, right?” 

And right then, Bucky understood.   

Italy 1944  “Can’t believe we’re doing this,” Steve said straightening his tie.    “You sure you want to punk? Its only been a few weeks.”   “We could die tomorrow Bucky.  I don’t wanna wait anymore.”     Steve arrived at the steps of the chapel.  There was a man waiting there.  “I’m sorry Captain but Agent Carter was called away.  She asked me to give you this.”  And handed him a note.   Sorry Steve, we’ll take care of it soon. P   “Well shit.  Ok, I guess I’ll have to wait.”   And wait he did.  After Bucky fell off the train and was presumed dead, he wasn’t in the mindset to get married. Then after a couple of weeks, he asked again but Peggy said now she wasn’t ready.  What he didn’t know yet was that she had resumed an affair with Daniel Sousa.  Until he walked in on them just before the battle in Austria with HYDRA.  Her kiss before he jumped onto the Valkyrie was a request for forgiveness.  Crashing the Valkyrie felt like the only way out, but he didn’t admit it to anyone.  Except Bucky.  

“No pal.  She’s not her.  Belle loves your punk ass for some reason.  And after everything she has gone through and put up with, I know this to be true.”  

“Thank you, Buck.  Really.”  Steve drained the tumbler of liquor and got up.  “Let’s get ready.”  

St. Agnes Church in Brooklyn was nostalgia for so many reasons.  Its where Sarah Rogers baptized her son and where they attended until the day she died. So, when Steve brought Belle to see if this would work for their wedding, she immediately said yes.  Steve stood in the entry way, greeting guests as they arrived, his groomsmen escorting people to their seats. Steve had chosen not to wear his army uniform, electing a black tux with a gold waist coat and tie.  His groomsmen were in the same except for a dark navy waistcoat and tie.  He just finished shaking hands with the mayor when a familiar face came into view and his mood darkened.  “What are you doing here?” 

“I figured I could apologize and watch.”  Sharon Carter shrugged her shoulder as she stopped with her date.  

“I didn’t invite you.”   

“Oh, I know.  He did.”  She pointed to the man with her. Steve remembered him as an accounting executive.  “Mr. Anderson.”  

“Mr. Rogers, thank you for the invitation.”  

“Of course.  Such a loyal employee, how could I not. You’ve been with me since the beginning, correct?” 

“Yes, sir.”  

“Loyalty is such an amazing quality to have.  I hope that you will continue to be loyal to me and the company.” Steve shook the man’s hand, squeezing subtly.  

“Of course, sir.” Anderson could read the message.  Everyone knew that Sharon had a thing for Steve.  Now he understood he was tricked into bringing her.  Well, nothing was going to interfere with the wedding on his watch.  Not if he wanted to keep his job. “Come along Sharon.”  He pulled the woman away.  

Steve smirked, knowing that Anderson understood the message.  The church was almost full, and a limo pulled up revealing the bridesmaids.  Nat came up to Sam with a kiss before reaching over and adjusted Steve’s tie.  “She’s right behind us so you better get to your place,” she said.  

“Yes ma’am.  How is she?” 

“She’s good.  Ready to be married to your dumb ass.” Nat smirked at him.  “She’s a little nervous but once she sees you, I think that will go away.”  

Steve kissed her cheek.  “Thank you, Nat.” He hugged the other ladies and then escorted Pepper to her seat.  He finally looked around the church. Belle had tried to involve him when she and the wedding planner were looking at designs, but he really had no interest.  But now, he was in awe of his princess.   

The church was filled with white and pink roses, sprays of daisies and hydrangeas in white, soft pink and blue.  The aisles were lined with black lanterns with white lit candles and petals around them. It was classic, elegant but still understated and demur.  It was he and Belle as a couple.  He took his place in the front with the minister and took a deep breath.  The music started, the pianist playing a version of Journey’s “Faithfully”, something both he and Belle found comforting.  He hummed to himself, I’m forever yours, faithfully.  

He watched as the doors opened and the bridal party made their way down the aisle. Sam and Nat, Tony and Hope and finally Bucky and MJ as the best man and maid of honor.  The ladies were also in navy blue gowns but different cuts. The doors closed again and then the music changed and Steve had to smile.  His girl was nothing if not surprising as the soft sounds of Adele’s “make you feel my love” played.  He took a deep breath and waited for the door to open.  He was ready.  

Ready to commit to the love of his life.  

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Victim of Love Chapter 14: Yes and Maybe

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Word Count: 1,739

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: none

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

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Drake looked back and forth between his best friend and the woman he loved in perplexity. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

Liam bit back his anger and emotional devastation as he struggled to remain calm, “Which part have I misunderstood? The part where you came to visit me and then slept with the woman I love or the part where you ran away with her or perhaps the part where you proposed to her in a bid to take her away more permanently?”

Drake shook his head as he moved to Riley’s side, “That last part.”

Liam’s voice rose a little, “How is marrying her and taking her to Texas not permanent?”

Ignoring Liam, Drake took Riley’s hands in his. “Remember when I told you that any man who had the opportunity but not the sense to lock you down properly didn’t deserve you?”

“Yes, but Liam-“

“I’m not talking about Liam. I’m talking about myself! I let you get on that plane without giving me an answer because I didn’t want to pressure you but what the last two weeks have taught me is that I can’t live without you. I know you said you had some things you needed to figure out and I know those things have to do with Liam. Am I right?”

“I…” her eyes flew from Drake to Liam before dropping to the floor, “Yes.”

Liam tried to interrupt, “Drake, I don’t think-“

Drake never pulled his gaze away from Riley as he cut Liam off, “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to her! Riley…do you remember when I asked you to give this, me and you, a real chance?”

She nodded.

“And you agreed…”

She nodded again.

“Do you remember what else I said that day?”

Her head lifted and her eyes met his, “What?”

“Just before I asked you to give us a chance, I told you that I wasn’t asking you to stop having feelings for Liam or to end your relationship with him. Remember?”

Her brows drew together in confusion, “Yes…but…”

“I asked you to marry me because I want you in my life, and I want to be in yours…forever. But I don’t want to own you or control you. What you do with Liam is still your business.”

Liam sucked in a hopeful breath as he watched Riley’s face, gauging her reaction to Drake’s offer. It was a solution that could resolve a lot of issues for all of them.

Riley’s gaze once again darted between the two men. “Are you saying you’d be okay with me having an affair with-“

“Not an affair,” Drake corrected her, “We’d have an open relationship.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really! I know you don’t want to abandon Valtoria. We can split our time between Cordonia and America. We’ll figure out the logistics together-“

Liam had been watching the exchange quietly. Four months ago the idea of sharing her with anybody would have infuriated him. But four months of living without her had been an excruciating experience, one he had no intention of repeating. Not if he could help it.

And besides, he had asked her to share him with Hana. Political marriage or not, he had given another woman everything he had promised her, and he knew he was lucky she hadn’t walked out of his life then and there.

He was through being selfish.

Clearing his throat to get their attention, he took a step closer to the couple and using his most conciliatory tone made an offer he hoped they couldn’t refuse, “Or you could take the job in the King’s Guard I offered you and move back home.”

Drake jerked as surprise hit him square in the chest, “That’s still on the table? I assumed that offer had been rescinded the minute you found out about us.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, Liam laughed, “It was! But I just put it back.”

It wasn’t as unselfish as it seemed. Ever since he’d had to marry another woman, Liam had walked around with a low level of anxiety gnawing at his insides every minute of every day. He was convinced she was eventually going to get sick of the position he’d put her in and leave him. And he wouldn’t blame her if she did.

Giving her Valtoria had been a bribe, she was right about that. Everything he’d done from the moment he’d stood on that stage and called out someone else’s name had been a desperate attempt to hold onto the love he didn’t feel he deserved.

If she married Drake and if Drake joined the King’s Guard, then she’d stay. It was really that simple.

“So, what do you say?” Liam asked.

“I say that it’s all really up to her,” Drake turned back to face the woman that held his heart in her hands, “Riley? Marry me? Please?”

“Say yes,” Liam encouraged.

Riley shook her head, “But do you want to join the King’s Guard? And how would this whole thing work? And what about Hana? How does she-“

“Riley, I was going to say yes to Liam’s offer four months ago. Where we live, how we juggle this whole thing…those are all just details, and we’ll figure them out as we go. I promise.”

“Hana and I have had a lot of time to talk,” Liam told her, “And I mean really talk. She wants you to come home too. She’s hopeful that the two of you can repair your relationship as well.”

Riley looked from one man to the other, her heart beating so fast she was sure it was going to jump right out of her chest. She loved them both, there was no denying that. The only reason she hadn’t said yes to Drake in the first place was the thought of losing Liam. And here they were, telling her she could have both. She thought about everything that had happened since she’d first come to Cordonia and came to a decision.

“Drake, I’ll marry you bu-“

She was cut off as he swept her into his arms with a resounding whoop. He spun her around as he laughed, “I don’t care what the but is, Riley, you’ve just made me the happiest man in the world!”

He set her back on the ground and drew her into a passionate kiss.

Liam cleared his throat again, “I’m still here.”

“Sorry, sorry,” they both murmured as they drew apart, but neither one looked sorry as they grinned sappily at each other, fingers covering lips, and blushes swirling across cheeks.

“What about us, Riley?” Liam’s voice was strained as he interrupted the happy moment.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen with us, Liam,” she told him truthfully, “All of our issues are still there. All of my issues with Hana are still there.”

“All right,” Liam said carefully, “But surely we can work on those. If you’re willing that is.”

“Me?” She stared at him like he’d grown a second head, “You are the one that shuts down any conversation about the future, you are the one that issues demands and decides when we can and can’t be seen together, you are the one that-“

Liam looked like he’d been struck, “Riley! I….I….” with a dejected sigh he sank into the nearest chair, “You are correct, and I am sorry. I have been reluctant to discuss the future because I dread facing any future that is devoid of your presence.”

Drake let an involuntary snort escape him.

Liam’s head snapped up, fire in his eyes, “What?”

“That’s not how you made it sound at lunch the day you pretty much bragged about having your cake and eating it too.”

Liam wanted to be angry, but he knew Drake wasn’t wrong. Anger fought against pain and fear inside of him. Being honest was being vulnerable. A quick glance at Riley convinced him that being vulnerable was worth the risk. He was dangerously close to losing her completely, “It was false bravado I didn't want to admit how much I depend on her, how much I need her, how utterly lost I am without her in my life.”

Drake blew out a long, slow breath, “I know the feeling.” With a wry shake of his head, he asked, “What are the odds that we would both fall for the same woman? And fall hard and fall fast?”  

“Pretty high considering that we've both always had the same taste in so many things,” Liam was astonished that he managed to find humor in the situation. But it was true. He and Drake appeared different to the world because of their vastly different stations and the way they interacted with the world. But at their core, they were very similar.

They were both bound by honor and duty, they both strove for perfection, holding themselves to impossible standards. And either one of them would give their life for the other. They had never had a serious disagreement over anything in their lives until they fell in love with the same woman.

It suddenly made perfect sense to him that they would fall for the same qualities in a life partner. Even for the same woman. Perhaps especially for the same woman.

Drake's laugh boomed across the room at Liam’s observation. “I mean we have, but she’s not ice cream.”

Riley’s brow quirked up, “You have the same favorite flavor of ice cream?”

“Yes,” Liam answered, “Vanilla. And we have the same favorite whiskey-“

“Macallan,” Drake interjected.

“We like our steak cooked the same way-“

“Medium rare.”

“The same favorite color-“

“Blue.”

“We have the same favorite polo team, horse breed, soccer-“

“I get the idea!” Riley laughed, “You do have a lot in common. But you’re very different men.”

“We know that.” Drake smirked, “For example, I hate ballroom dancing, he loves it.”

“It’s not my fault your idea of culture is watching two men pummel each other to a bloody pulp.”

“Mixed Martial Arts has the word art right there in the name!"

Riley watched them banter with a soft smile on her lips. She would have expected them to be at each other’s throats all things considered, but they weren’t. Their affection and respect for each other were clearly evident despite the gravity of the situation they found themselves in.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a way forward for all of them.

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Love is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC:1613 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 20

Mae listened to Taehyung talk with ARMY while she went through the last of the listings that the realtor sent over. The past week had been busy to say the least. She and Taehyung’s mom, along with the security team the company hired, would spend their days checking out different locations for Wander.

Her nights were late and her days started early. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep in her own bed, but her things were still packed away because she hadn’t had time to do anything.

When Taehyung called a few hours ago he mentioned that he planned to go live. So once again when she found herself awake and stressed in the middle of the night, she decided to turn it on. That was almost two hours ago.

“Everyone,” Taehyung said as Mae finished up her pros and cons list. “Before I end this, we need to have a discussion.”

For the first time since she turned on the live Mae put down her papers and looked at her phone. Just one look into his eyes as he thought of what to say next, Mae knew what he was going to do.

“I’ve read your comments, and I’ve seen your questions.”

“Oh, this should be good.” Mae chuckled, then opened a new tab on her computer to bring up the stream before turning it off of her phone.

“I’m not the only person this involves, and I’m not sure what she’ll feel comfortable with me saying.”

When Taehyung paused to read the fast moving chat, Mae took the opportunity to send him a quick text. “I’m watching. Say whatever you feel comfortable saying.” When he picked up his phone and smiled at the camera, she quickly texted back. “No to whatever just came across your mind. Remember you’re live.”

Taehyung laughed before going back to talking with his fans. “We haven’t publicly come out and said anything. Just as we were getting ready to let everyone know, there was an article released. So let me clear up a few things. I met Mae roughly two years ago through a friend. When I met her she wasn’t with anyone nor was she engaged. She’d ended it with that person before she even came to Seoul a year prior. I’m not going to say what happened between them, that’s not my story to tell. She’d been living in Seoul for almost a year when I met her. I asked her out two months later. She was hesitant at first because of that previous relationship. It took me a few tries before she said yes,” Taehyung snorted.

Mae cocked an eyebrow at the story he was telling. “I think this asshole rehearsed this,” she laughed.

“Our marriage wasn’t a ‘drunken mistake.’ I proposed to her on our one year anniversary.” Taehyung paused and read the chat. “No, I'm not going to tell you how I did it,” he laughed. “I’ll just say this, it involved a picnic and someone we both very much adore carrying the ring. Anyways,” he said, taking a drink. “I’m not really sure what came over us on our trip to Jeju. We were already in the process of planning our wedding for next year. So we weren’t in a hurry. When we walked by the chapel, after our date at the Jazz Club, we both just looked at each other and had the same idea. So we did it. Now for the annulment papers. I’m the one that had them done just in case. I know we both made the decision to get married that day. But Mae, being the independent woman she is, had a few things she wanted to do before we married. We’d discussed that when we first got engaged and I guess while we were in the moment we forgot that. So I went to my lawyer’s and had him fill out the paperwork just in case.” Taehyung adjusted in his seat and sighed. “I’m not a perfect person. Nobody is. Mae was upset with what I did. She had every right to be. If I was in her place I would’ve been too. While she was here we talked and I immediately called my lawyer and had him get rid of it. I don’t know how that person got the information. But I want to officially let you all know that I am married. Mae is a beautiful, kind, loving, goofy woman. She makes me very happy.”

Mae tilted her head and made a mental note to ask him when he came up with all of this the next time she talked to him.

Taehyung read out one of the many questions in chat, “Do I love her? Yes,” Mae’s eyes widened and her heart stopped when she saw the serious look on his face as he stared directly into the camera. “I fell in love with her the first time I saw her. I fell in love with her when the first words she spoke to me were a jumbled mess.”

Mae let out a small laugh and whispered, “Jimin container kimchi mom empty.”

“I fell in love with her the first time she smiled. I fell in love with her the first time she laughed. I fall in love with her more and more everyday.”

She sat there silently and stared into Taehyung’s eyes through the screen. Was he really telling the truth? And why did the thought of Kim Teahyung being in love with her bring butterflies to her stomach and bring a stupid smile to her face?

Mae was pulled out of her thoughts when Taehyung’s laughter filled the silent apartment. “Don’t worry guys, she knows that my heart also belongs to you, ARMY. My heart is big enough to love both of you.”

Mae waited until Taehyung finished his goodbyes and then texted him. “You’ve got some explaining to do, Kim Taehyung.”

It took awhile before he replied, she figured it was because he was giving a manager back their phone. When he did she was cleaning up for bed.

Mae, have you slept yet?

Don’t you weasel your way out of this, Tae. I have a lot of questions.

Haha, I’m not trying to weasel my way out of anything. And I’m taking that as a no. Get some sleep, Mae. It’s late and you get grouchy when you’re tired.

I do not!

Whatever you say, sunshine. Get some sleep and I’ll explain everything later. I promise.

Ugh, fine.

Goodnight, Mae. Have sweet dreams of me.

Mae rolled her eyes and put her phone on the charger before curling up on the couch. Her plan for tomorrow was to get answers and attempt to get her room set up. Or at least arranged so she didn’t have to climb over things to get to her bathroom. It was the only day she didn’t have things planned and the guys were due back in five days.

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Arber was a rising star in the world of professional ice hockey. He had worked tirelessly to reach the top, honing his skills on the rink until he became one of the most sought-after players in the league. Despite his success, there was always something missing from his life – someone to share it with.

His chance came when he was interviewed by me, a television reporter covering the hockey games. Arber was smitten with me right from the start – I could tell.

Due to my knowledge and experience in the sports world, I think I made him feel like he had finally found someone who understood him. We began a flirtatious friendship, and I guess he thought that our connection had potential to turn into something more.

"Hey, good game today!" I greeted him after one particularly successful match.

“Thank you,” he responded, “tiring but none the less exciting, glad you watched..”

Over the next few years, we stayed in touch, always catching up when there was a hockey game to report on.

Eventually my reporting took me out of town, but we’d still talk every now and then.

Arber's feelings for me continued to grow and I took great notice to that, but he sensed that I didn't feel the same way, and that was true. I believed I had met the man I would marry. Despite his disappointment, he tried his best not to let it affect our friendship, which I was truly grateful for.

Soon, I had excitedly revealed to him that I was getting married.

“Arber,” I greeted him with a hug, “I have some exciting news for you!” He smiled and listened while I spoke.

“i’m getting married next year, Matt proposed!” His face dropped almost immediately.

Arber felt a pang of sadness in his heart, realizing that the woman he loved was now officially off the market. I still believe had he confessed his feelings sooner maybe we’d be something.

He attended my wedding, a bittersweet experience for the two of us, and watched as I walked down the aisle with someone else.

Years went by, and Arber continued to dominate on the ice. He dated other women, and I always felt a sense of jealousy, even though I was “Happily” married. Despite my marriage, he continued to hold out hope that maybe one day I would see him in a new light.

Which I already had, I just wish I knew about his feelings sooner.

About a week ago, we ran into each other at an NHL charity event. I am now divorced,the marriage felt too rehearsed and fake. He spent too much time working and focusing on his business that we never saw eachother. I guess I should’ve known what I was getting myself into. Arber could see that I had changed since our last encounter. I was hopeful that maybe we could rekindle our connection and finally start something truly special.

But as we talked, I could sense that the spark between us was no longer there. Arber seemed distant and aloof, and even though we spent the whole evening together, I felt that he was a complete stranger to me. It was as if they had never been friends at all. As the night ended, Arber realized what a fool he had been for holding onto his feelings for so long.

When a woman sat down directly next to him and held his hand, I immediately understood why the scene had been tense. The sight of him with somebody new was unexpected, and I wasn't sure how to react. The new girlfriend seemed friendly enough, but there was a distance and awkwardness that lingered in the air.

“This is Adrianne, my girlfriend." He spoke,

"Hi, it's nice to meet you!" her friendly voice made my eardrums want to bleed.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you, too." Forcing a smile I once didn’t have to do when I was around him.

The greetings were polite enough, but the conversation had nowhere to go. The girl seemed nervous, i’d assume he’d never spoke of me but I knew she knew there was something between us at one point, while I tried my best to be cordial while suppressing an array of mixed emotions.

"So, how did you guys meet?"

"We met through work, actually. We started talking and hit it off pretty quickly."

"Yeah, it was really sweet how we just clicked right away."

There was a strained quality to the conversational thread, and I was finding it difficult to stay engaged. It was hard not to notice the affection the two clearly had for each other, awkwardly acknowledging what could only be an undeniably comprehensive romance.

"Well, it's been good seeing you both, but I should be on my way."

“Sure, it's been great seeing you, too. Take care." A very in-genuine smile resting on Arbers face.

I got up and walked away, feeling a great sense of loss, as if an empty void had opened up within my chest. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't rekindle the flame that had burned so brightly in his heart so many years ago. It was a sad, painful realization that I had no choice but to accept.

We both sort of moved on, Arber focusing all his energy on his sport and new lover, using it as a way to stave off the loneliness he still felt deep down inside even though he had never been lonely. But I knew that I would never forget the man who had captured my heart, even if he no longer loved me back.

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Warnings: This chapter has a three-month time jump.  It's been over nine months since Sir Nighteye has passed.

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The next few months went by without incident, and the spring months were slowly approaching.  You and Shouta went back to the way things were before the kiss, and you were grateful for that.  You often hung out with him, Hizashi, Toshinori and Nemuri in the staff common area, or sometimes you went out to a bar and got a drink, or sometimes you all even went on walks together in the nearby park.  Speaking of that park, with regards to losing Mirai, you felt like you were finally starting to feel your "new normal."  You still missed him every day, but you felt like you were slowly, but surely, starting to move on with your life.

That is, until one day at the school, something happened that you weren't expecting to feel a certain way about.  Many of the high schools were gathering at the U.A. for a training event, which included Ketsubutsu Academy High School.  You were asked to attend the event, in the case any of your students needed emotional guidance.  You walked down to where the event was being held, and stood on the sidelines between Hizashi, Toshinori, and Nemuri; they always liked to be in on the action.  There were all types of students at this event, and all different types of pro-heroes as their teachers; it was so cool to see, especially as someone without a Quirk.

You continued to excitedly scan the field and the bleachers, looking for all different types of heroes and students.  During your scanning, you finally noticed Shouta up in a bare section of the bleachers, except he wasn't alone.  He looked like he was in an intense conversation with a woman with green hair and an orange bandana.  What was this feeling...you were feeling?  You've never seen Shouta talk to another woman so intently...and you felt jealous.  What the actual hell?  Why did you feel jealous?  Things got back to normal between the two of you months ago, you were just friends.  So why were you feeling jealous, of all the emotions you could be feeling?

You tried to play it cool, and casually asked, "hey Nemuri, who's that woman talking with Shouta?"  Nemuri looked up at them, "oh that's Emi Fukukado.  Her hero name is Ms. Joke.  She's hilarious, she's always trying to get Shouta to go out with her.  She's even proposed marriage a few times," she said while laughing.  "Ha ha, oh wow, that is funny," you said half-heartedly.  You tried to look away from them, but found your eyes continuing to wander up to them.  Ms. Joke was smiling and laughing to her heart's content, whereas Shouta couldn't look less amused.  Little did you know, Hizashi was watching you this entire time. He whispered in your ear, "you have nothing to worry about, Y/N.  Eraser thinks she's the most annoying person he's ever met."

"Then why do they look like they're having a deep conversation?" you muttered annoyingly, then slapped your hand over your own mouth.  You can't believe you just said that.  Hizashi just laughed out loud at your question, "trust me, you have nothing to worry about there."  You tried your best to snap out of your jealous fog; it wasn't a good look.  "It's none of my business anyway, Shouta can talk to whomever he wants.  We're just friends," you said defiantly.  Hizashi just continued to look at you with a knowing smile on his face.

The event went on, and you came to the emotional aid of many of your students, which made you practically forget about Shouta and Ms. Joke.  Many of the students were beating themselves up for many reasons.  The biggest reason you seemed to run into was that they thought their Quirk wasn't strong enough.  You assured each and every one of them they were, indeed, strong, that they would continue to grow and get stronger, and become fine heroes one day.  They seemed to feel better after talking to you.  What you didn't notice, while speaking with the students, was the pair of black eyes staring at you with awe from the bleachers.

The training event eventually ended, and the other schools started to depart.  Ms. Joke came down from the bleachers and met up with her students.  She was within earshot of you, getting one last "c'mon Eraser, go out with me!" out of her system, to which he gave a defiant no.  You then felt a hand on your shoulder; it was Hizashi, "I told you, he's not interested in her in the slightest."  You looked up at him, "pfft, it's none of my business who he dates or doesn't date."  Hizashi just rolled his eyes and laughed at you, knowing very well how you actually felt.

Once all of the other schools departed, you, the other staff, and the students walked back to Heights Alliance as a big group.  The students and staff split up into their respective dorm areas, and you all said goodnight to each other.  As you, Shouta, Hizashi, Nemuri, and Toshinori walked up the stairs to go to your dorms, there was someone very unexpected there, waiting right by your door: Bubble Girl from Nighteye Agency, and she had an envelope in her hand.  What in the world was she doing here?

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To be continued!

[reba-ceres]

Broken Love Feeling

FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt: Ring

Summary: Zahn is proposed to by a dear friend, but is surprised to find she doesn’t feel what she should at the kind gesture.

Zahn knew she should feel something, but looking at the earnest Miqo’te woman and the ring she presented to her, the young Raen didn’t feel anything. Not joy. Not elation. Not horror. Just… nothing. Amona may as well have offered for her to tase something off of a plate that Zahn wasn’t interested in sampling but was willing to oblige for all the emotion she felt at her friend’s unexpected proposal.

Once more she found herself looking from the ring to the nervous face of the woman sitting beside her. They had been relaxing in their free company house, and had finished soaking in the hot tub, the two of them now dressed lightly and comfortably afterwards. “Does this mean what I think it means?” Zahn asked. Again, the elation, the excitement, everything she knew she should be feeling failed to come out as she looked into the eyes full of love that gazed at her with both fear and hope.

“It can mean whatever you want it to mean, Zahn,” A’mona offered, blushing. “You can even just hold it to think about it, if you want. Take all the time you need, yes?”

Zahn slowly took the ring from her companion’s hand, looking at it. Even holding it she felt nothing. All she could think was that she must truly be broken to not feel anything over a gesture so kind and full of care. Her past had really scared her more than she had ever thought.

Her first lover, Rishi, had used her. Because she had been born in Sui no Sato, she had nothing worldly to offer in dowry to him, and he had taken another wife whose dowry was not only impressive, but she came with a well to do family that were thoroughly established in their banking business. 

Zahn had felt hate for him for his choice while still loving him at the same time. Most of that hate, though, was at herself. She felt like a failure. If she had done more, tried harder, worked harder, did anything different, then maybe Rishi would have picked her and not the beautiful red haired Merle. It hurt all the more that after his wedding he offered to take her as his mistress and she had been on the cusp of accepting, so desperate was she for the one she loved, but his wife, who had once been a friend of Zahn’s, opposed it vehemently, and asked that Zahn never speak to them again.

And Zahn, who had loved them both so much, did just that.

That had been years ago, when she had been young, naive, and desperate for someone to love her the way no one in her life had. The last thing Rishi had said to her before walking out of her life forever was that he was choosing to support his wife, and that they shouldn’t talk for a while. She never heard from him again.

Deciding that the next man she met wasn’t going to put her aside for the same reasons, she journeyed to Kugane and began working odd jobs to find what she was good at. It was there she met Shirou. It began as a friendship, but over time time grew into something more. They eventually confessed their feelings for each other and began the conservative sort of courtship that was common in Kugane. After hot passion resulting in abandonment she’d had with Rishi, Zahn welcomed the change in pace.

Something became more apparent the longer she spent with Shirou. He never once gave her a complement. She could purchase the most beautiful kimono, or mix fish scales into her scale oil to give her draconic features an otherworldly shimmer, or showcase her deftness at embroidery, but while Shirou commented that she was kind, funny, and energetic, the lack of comment about the efforts she put into her physical appearance and skills destroyed what was left of her self esteem.

In reality, it all began with her mother. When Zahn grew into her own person, someone that her mother hadn’t expected her to grow into, the comments began. She still remembered the day she went out into the ocean with some friends, and they gifted her a beautiful haori of pale blue, with sheer extra extensions to the edges that she wore over her swim clothes. She had felt like and ethereal mermaid that day.

But when she returned home wearing her new clothes after so much joy her mother had looked her up and down and then sneered, “You look like a slut.”

After spending the day feeling so beautiful, so loved, and so cherished, to have the one person who she loved the most at that point of time in her life speak to her so derisively, she lost almost all confidence in her appearance. She gave the haori away and cut off her friends, believing they had lied to her about her beauty. That was how she had inevitably met Rishi, a fisherman and heir to a fleet of ships, who while a kindly Hyur, had broken her heart once she had accepted banishment from her home in hopes of being with him.

She finally got the courage, and asked Shirou one day when he refused to hold her hand after three months of courtship, “Why do you never call me beautiful.”

Shirou had shrugged and replied without hesitation, “You just weren’t what I was expecting.”

“What do you mean?” she had asked back, shocked.

He looked her up and down, and she felt the ghost of her mother snickering over her shoulder against her horn as he said, “After my father arranged for our courtship, I had been expecting… someone else.”

Zahn wished she had stopped the relationship after that day, but she gave it a few more weeks, and those weeks she gave no effort in her looks. When Shirou didn’t comment still, when it was clear she was suffering some sort of depression, she ended things. His attitude taught her she wasn’t someone worth worrying about, much less loving.

Now here she was, being presented with a ring by someone that clearly loved her, and because of her past, she couldn’t feel anything more than friendship for the one beside her.

The ring itself was beautiful, being silver with decorations of gold, and a blue gem she knew A’mona had commissioned to match her eyes. 

No one is ever going to love me, Zahn thought. I should settle for what I can get, but…. “Is it okay if I hang onto it?” she asked out loud.

A’mona’s eyes brightened. “Absolutely! Take all the time you need!”

Zahn rose, still holding the ring, and left the FC house to take a walk around the neighborhood. When Amona got up to follow her she stopped the Seeker. “I would like to go alone, if that’s okay. Think things over.”

“Oh,” A’mona said, a little disappointed. “Of course. I’ll… be here.”

Zahn nodded and stepped out the door.

Nights in The Goblet were chilly, but right now she couldn’t feel it. Not feeling the cold, she fully realized the depths of what her past had done to her: that she was now incapable of feeling anything.

[saintunhinged]

prompt #52 with Asra who planning is to propose plz and ty!! 💖💞

pt 2

“We’ve met that generous magician of yours.” An old lady abruptly commented. She startled you, not knowing she and an old man were standing behind you, but the softness and welcoming smile plastered on her face immediately gave you a sense of serenity.

You flashed a warm smile toward the couple, curious of the hearty statement the woman made. “Asra?” You eloquently asked. 

The two shared a knowing look, a twinkle in their eyes as they wore a similar smile of mischief. “I have reason to believe your marriage will be long and fulfilling.” Her words were gentle, but the assumption she made had you questioning them.

Your eyes widened realizing what they meant and your mouth parted to acknowledge their mistake, “Oh! No, we’re not married!” A profuse heat spread across your face as you tried clearing the confusion, but they didn’t seem to be listening. Instead, you watched them indicatively walk away, grins stretched across their wrinkled faces as if they knew of the best biggest secret ever.

Surely, friends of you and Asra joked about the two of you being like an old married couple, but you never saw these people in your life. At least from as far as you remembered. 

Surprisingly, you couldn’t wait to tell Asra about the odd encounter.

Your thoughts aimlessly wandered to the old couple you ran into earlier at Nadia’s palace. “People think we’re married.” Even the words leaving your mouth felt foreign. It was late at night when you and Asra returned to the shop. After a long and exhausting day of running around Vesuvia, you particularly wished to end the day with a warm cup of tea.

You dropped your collected items off on the counter. Behind you, Asra hung up his hat and scarf on the hook next to the entrance. His sluggish movements meant he was just as tired, but nonetheless, he wanted to indulge in your unanticipated revelation. “What makes you say that?” He was curious to know what you were thinking.

While searching for the tea kettle, you politely asked the salamander to set a fire, hoping the wood you left with it before leaving was enough. “There was this old couple I ran into at the palace. The lady said our marriage will be fulfilling. And then she ran off before I could tell her otherwise!” You explained, a trace of unbelief framing your voice. After gathering the various herbs into an infuser, you waited for the water to start boiling in the kettle.

“Is that all she said?” He wondered, feeling the speed of his heartbeat accelerate. Asra no longer felt as tired anymore. With your back facing him, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was glad you were occupied, otherwise the confunded expression painted over his face would’ve given you the impression that you said something you weren’t supposed to. 

He had knowledge of who you spoke of. Afterall, that lady had told him the same thing. Asra had first run into them years ago. He considered them good friends, wise with the age to prove it. So it was no surprise when they showed up offering him the advice he graciously took. They just so happened to catch him shortly after the two of you parted ways in the palace. That’s when his plan to propose to you was disclosed. Though, he never expected you three to meet.

When the tea kettle whistled, you set out a cup for both you and Asra. Fixing the hot beverage to your likings, you shook your head, “They practically skipped away before I could get another word out. I mean, can you believe that? Us, married? ” The idea of it ironically humored you. 

He was relieved knowing his plans still were hidden, but the vague chuckle you let fall from your lips led Asra to believe marriage was an impossible concept for you. “Does it bother you?” He gingerly made an inquiry, causing you to turn to him, confused in the slightest of what exactly could bother you. That was until he quickly continued, “The thought of being together like that?”

Your gaze fell to his inviting eyes. Sure, it would have been nice to imagine, but if you were being honest, you never really gave much thought to it. You were happy with your relationship as it was. But since it was a conversation that you and Asra were having, you couldn’t help but imagine committing to sharing your life with him.

“Hm.. I suppose it doesn’t.” You honestly told him, and from the redness spreading rapidly across his cheeks, you wondered what was going on in his head. His sudden bashfulness and attempt to avoid eye contact caused a warm feeling to course through you. The sight was truly adorable.

Asra slid in the seat around the table where readings were done. You considerately placed the steaming cups of tea on the table in front of Asra, before sitting down in the seat opposite of him. Reaching across the table, you tenderly grab his soft hands in yours, rubbing your thumbs across his knuckles. “What are you thinking?” 

His entrancing gaze found yours again, a renewed confidence traced his features. “Good things, love.” He sweetly smiled, bringing your hands up to press a hot kiss to your palm.

You were both content. Tomorrow, he would be certain in asking for your hand in marriage.

[watchmegetobsessed]

WILDEST FANTASIES (part 12)

⚫️A/N: im locking my doors, turning my location off, having a guard at my door 24/7 after the threats and for after the chapter all im saying: have faith in me!

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WARNING: sexual content

⚫️WORD COUNT: 5.7k

SERIES MASTERPOST | SUPPORT ME!

Nina Alvarez is not a bad person.

Born as the second child and first daughter to her Colombian father and American mother, she has worked for recognition and acknowledgement her whole life, wanting nothing else than to be the first in something or for someone one day.

Her brother, Angelo Alvarez was four years older than her, a true athlete to the core. Growing up, he played all kinds of sports but he was the absolute best in football. To get the best out of his talent, the whole family’s life was built around his practices, his games and meetings with potential sponsors and coaches who always promised to turn him into the biggest football star the country has seen.

Nina was happy for her brother’s success, but she couldn’t help but often feel like she was forgotten. Every achievement she has earned, Angelo had a bigger one that took the spotlight. She tried herself out in so many things to find that one field where she would be as successful as Angelo was in football, but she just never got there. Dancing, drawing, debate or drama club, track running, softball and basketball, Nina was good in several of these, but never exceptional enough to earn the same amount of attention and acknowledgement her brother got.

Her desperate need for validation somehow brought her many great academic success, which she combined with her love for literature and that’s how she ended up teaching.

She met her ex-husband in high school, but they only started dating after graduation. She was head over heels in love with Damian and it started off like a fairytale. He proposed when she was just twenty-two and they got married a year later. She finally felt like she was someone’s number one priority, that for once, she was enough as herself and she didn’t have to keep proving that she was worth just as much as everyone else.

It was until Damian started going on all of these business trips and she could feel him distancing himself from her, but she refused to believe that the man she loved could be up to something. They even talked about starting a family recently, but the trips were happening more and more frequently and then she found out about the other woman.

And just like that, she felt like she was worthless again, like she was just second even to the man she chose to marry. It broke her and absolutely destroyed her self-confidence. Definitely took her the most energy to build it back up and move on instead of blaming herself for what happened.

Harry was there for her when she needed a friend the most. After the devastation of her divorce and having to start all over again, she really needed all the support she could get. Her girlfriends all told her the same thing.

“It’s his loss!”

“You’re better off without him!”

“You’ll find your person, don’t worry about it!”

It felt nice that they believed she could find her happiness again, but still, she hated hearing these. They made her feel like she was a loser who needed a whole cheerleader group to get herself up from the ground. And starting over in her thirties was harder than a decade ago when she knew she had all the time in the world. All of her friends were settling down and starting a family while she had to go out to the dating field again and go over the same awkward stages she had to struggle with when she was younger.

She felt like Damian took her best years and that she had nothing left in her.

But Harry brought her a sense of joy with never even bringing dating up. When she was around him, she knew she didn’t have to worry about feeling like she was behind in life, because one, Harry never really brought it up, it wasn’t the only thing he wanted to talk about unlike her friends. And two, the detail that brought Nina closer and closer to him, he seemed to be just as single as she was and being almost the same age, Nina felt like she had someone to relate to. She admired how he didn’t seem anxious about not being a father already or even married. She saw Harry just going through life with a calm, accepting attitude that she desired for herself as well.

She believed that they would find their way together and the more time they spent together the more convinced she became that they were heading in the same direction, together. Nina didn’t want to waste any more time just skirting around each other and when she felt like the time was right, she gathered the guts to ask Harry out.

And that was the start of the downfall.

It didn’t even occur to her that just because Harry never talked about his dating life, he didn’t have one. The rejection alone was enough to shatter her fragile confidence she’s been able to build back up, but finding out that he’s been actually seeing someone else was another punch in her stomach.

Once again, she felt small and forgotten, like some side character in everyone’s story, especially her own. She truly thought something was blossoming between her and the nice and good-looking professor in her department. She was wrong.

Escaping from Harry’s office she wanted the floor to open underneath her and swallow her so she didn’t have to face Harry or anyone ever. She felt stupid and ridiculous and like a complete failure.

She even questioned whether her ex-husband’s cheating was her fault. That she was so unlovable that she deserved to be alone forever.

She got into her car and started driving around campus, not feeling like she belonged anywhere so she felt most safe moving. Tears were flowing down her cheeks and horrible thoughts clouded her mind. But slowly, the tears dried and the sobbing stopped and she felt nothing, but emptiness. She thought of never talking to Harry again and it was way too painful, so she decided to make amends and accept whatever part she can get from Harry, even if it’s barely a fraction of what she desired.

Driving back to campus she parked across the street from the parking lot for a bit to collect her thoughts and clear her head before going back in to see if Harry was still there.

But she never made it out of her car.

She saw him walk out and her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the figure of a woman wrapped in a long coat, both of them smiling like crazy and Nina immediately knew this was the woman Harry was dating. And judging from the look on his face, he was very much in love with her.

She stared at them getting closer to his car and she almost didn’t recognize the woman, but when it clicked, she was absolutely speechless.

She knew you. At least definitely from seeing you around campus and in Harry’s office before as well, so she had no doubt that you were a student. His student.

And then the kiss happened.

She couldn’t believe her eyes. Harry Styles was kissing his student in the parking lot of the English department’s building.

She watched the two of you get into his car and drive away without a care.

Christmas was a nightmare for Nina. Having to spend it with her family that were now even more judgmental of her after her divorce, another reason to make her brother the superstar of the family with his stable marriage and two kids, while Nina was the thirty-something divorcé, the ultimate black sheep of the family.

“When are you getting out to the dating field again?”

“You don’t have much time, you know that?”

“Have to be quick or you’ll have to settle with the leftover!”

Her family had a talent in making her feel even worse when she was already on the floor. As if they enjoyed kicking her when she was obviously already at her lowest. The days passed and her sadness and disappointment in herself slowly started to morph into something entirely different and lot more dangerous.

She was done being ignored and made fun of, she was done being walked over by everyone and she was done being the side character.

It was like a snap. Spite poisoned all of her thoughts and she wanted to bring justice, or at least that’s what it felt like when she figured out what she would do.

She didn’t have second guesses, not even once, she just wanted you far away from Harry. In her book, what the two of you were doing was a reckless mistake and she was the one who would make things right, bring Harry true sense and get him on the right path. And part of her believed that if she helped him do the right thing, he would realize that she is the best choice for him.

She desperately believed the narrative she created for her own sake and refused to look at the situation from any different angles.

Only one truth existed and that was hers.

It didn’t matter what was behind it all. She didn’t listen to anything Harry had to say and most importantly she did not believe it when Harry said he loved you.

How could he love you? He didn’t know what he was talking about, there was no chance Harry fell for you. The Harry Nina knew was smarter than that and she was ready to force him to return to the picture she painted of him in her head. She was ready to save him from what she thought to be the biggest mistake he could ever do.

And it didn’t matter the cost.

Harry cancels on the weekend last minute. You find it odd, but he says one of his PhD students had an emergency and they have to work on his research on Saturday before they run out of time. He sounds off on the phone, disoriented and shaken up and you’re having a hard time to believe this little emergency got his panties in a twist, but you decide to give him some time and space, hoping he would share it with you eventually, whatever it is that upset him.

You text him in the afternoon, asking how the work is going and if he wants you to go over for the night. He doesn’t answer until late night.

HARRY: Sorry, just got home. Raincheck?

Y/N: Don’ worry :) Everything alright though?

HARRY: Sure. I love you.

Y/N: I love you too!

Sighing you stare at the conversation, hoping another message would pop up saying that he changed his mind and that he’ll pick you up in ten, but it’s just silence. Dropping the phone to your nightstand you try to push this eerie feeling to the back of your mind that something is wrong.

Sunday passes by without seeing him again. You text him first thing in the morning, but it’s noon when he first replies, saying that he needs to help a friend of his, so he’ll be busy throughout the day. You almost call him right away and ask if it’s the truth or if he is avoiding you. But eventually you talk yourself out of it and just bite your tongue.

In the evening however you decide to call. You miss his voice and you need to hear him to convince yourself that everything is fine.

It rings and rings and just when you think he won’t pick up, he finally answers the call.

“Hey,” he softly says. He sounds tired and worn-out, you wish you could hold him.

“Hi! I missed your voice so I thought I would call. How was your day?”

“Uh… long. I’m sorry we couldn’t meet.”

“It’s alright,” you tell him and you try to convince yourself too that it’s the truth. “What did you actually do today? You never told me.”

“Just this old friend needed help moving so I was carrying his shit all day long,” he explains, but he sounds so distant, as if he wasn’t even in the conversation himself. “How… How was your day?”

“Fine, just did some school work. I’m close to finishing my thesis so that’s great.”

“I’m proud of you, baby. You… You work so hard in school.”

“You know, I do what I have to do,” you shrug. “I want to get done with school so I can start working.”

“You can’t do that without your degree?”

“Well, most places require it, so it’s better to finish.”

“Mm, yeah, that sounds… logical…”

“Harry, are you sure everything is fine? Tell me if I’m just imagining it, but… You know you can tell me anything, right?”

He stays silent for several moments, you almost check if the line is still live or it has cut off, but it’s still going. His hesitance just strengthens you in your belief that something is off.

“I know, Y/N. I know. I just…” He lets out a shaky breath and panic settles in your chest.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it. Just know that I’m here for you.”

“Fuck… I love you, Y/N.”

It sounds so broken and like a desperate plea to you. You have no idea what’s happening, but it’s for sure painful and all you want to do is to take that pain away.

“I love you too, Harry. And whatever it is that’s bothering you, we’ll solve it, I’m here for you.”

You swear you hear him sniffling on the other end and it scares you to think that something affected him this badly. You’re dying to know what happened, but you don’t want to push him, so instead, you try to take his mind off of it.

You start to tell him about anything and everything, talking his ears off so he doesn’t have a chance to think about whatever makes him anxious. Slowly but surely he starts to sound a little lighter and more carefree, but he is still not his usual self.

When you say goodnight your heart breaks that you’re not there with him, you can’t hold him and kiss him and tell him that everything will be alright.

Harry is a wreck. And it might be an understatement.

It’s been three days since Nina dropped the bomb on him and he still hasn’t said a word to you. He couldn’t get himself to. It’s such an impossible situation, because he can’t let your future be ruined, but he also can’t let go of you so it’s been eating him away for the past days.

And then you called him. That conversation was like he was stabbed in the chest over and over again. You told him you’d figure out whatever it is that’s bothering him, but you didn’t know that it was about you. That your perfect little bubble was popped and he is now breaking under the weight of the choice he is forced to make.

He has tried to talk to Nina once but it didn’t go well, but he found out that she’s got proof too, a couple of photos of the two of you near his house together, Harry didn’t ask if she was the one following you or she had someone else do the dirty work. He knew he would have ended up calling her a psycho either way and pissing her off was the last thing he wanted to do in this situation that was now worse than he thought.

When he feels like he is about to lose his mind completely, he decides to call Niall and ask for advice. He might be one hell of a womanizer, but he was also great at seeing things rationally.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Niall answers his call in an upbeat mood clearly.

“Hey… Do you have some time to talk?” he breathes out and just from his tone, Niall understands that this is something serious.

“Sure, give me a moment,” he tells Harry, then some talking is heard in the background and a few seconds later he returns to the call. “What’s up?”

Harry tells him everything from the time he was still in the States through how he got together with you and the latest happenings with Nina. He tries to explain it all the best way possible so Niall has a great view of the situation. Niall listens and lets him tell his whole story without an interruption.

When he is done, the silence on the other end of the call is almost deafening.

“Aren’t you gonna say something?” Harry begs, his head starting to throb again. He’s been living with a killer migraine for the past days and his skull feels like exploding from all the thinking and worrying he’s been doing.

Niall stays quiet for a few more moments before finally speaking up.

“You really do love her, right?”

“Fuck, I do. I’m so in love with her!” Harry whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut.

“And do you have any idea what you’re going to do?”

“No fucking clue, but… I can’t ruin her future.”

“So you’ll do what Nina said? Damn, I knew that woman was trouble!” Niall breathes out.

“I don’t want to, but I feel like I don’t have a choice.”

“Have you told Y/N?”

“Of course not,” he shakes his head, anxiously pacing the floor.

“Why? Don’t you think it’s a decision you have to make together?”

“No, because… I know she would do everything to sacrifice herself. She would even drop out of school, she is way too selfless with the people she loves than to make a rational decision.

“And you think you can make one on your own?” Niall retorts. Harry wants to answer right away, but there’s a tiny hint of hesitance that makes him shut up. “Look, I really think you should talk to her. This affects the both of you.”

Harry doesn’t answer and though Niall knows he’ll probably still do whatever he wants, he is not putting up a fight with him. He can only hope Harry will come to his senses and make the right decision.

“Look, whatever happens, I’m here for you. Call me whenever you need me.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Harry answers quietly.

You made soup. Your grandma swore soup was medicine to every problem so you thought that after the shitty week Harry has been having he would appreciate something nice and homemade. Ramona is spending the night at Dean’s and Kostas is meeting up with his latest hookup so the place is all yours. You texted Harry earlier today to invite him over and though you expected him to cancel, which he has been doing a lot, for your surprise he said he would be over around six.

You want him to have a nice relaxing evening, maybe have a bubble bath, watch a movie and go to bed early, because you’ve definitely spotted the dark circles under Harry’s eyes, he hasn’t been sleeping well that’s for sure.

Like clockwork, the doorbell rings at six and you rush to the door excited to finally spend some time with Harry after this messed up week. He still hasn’t told you what’s been bothering him, but you’re patient with him and would never push him.

“Hi!” you beam upon opening the front door, seeing him standing on the doormat, a soft smile on his lips, but it’s not reaching his eyes. Throwing your arms around his neck you kiss him quickly before pulling him inside.

“Hey, I missed you,” he breathes out against your lips, pecking them one more time before letting go of you.

“Missed you too. How are you feeling?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his forehead. “Come on, let’s sit down,” you take his hand and pull him to the couch, both of you settling comfortably. “I made some soup,” you add with a small smile.

“Soup?”

“Yeah, my grandma always told me that’s the best medicine to everything.”

Harry stares at you for a few long moments before his hand cups the back of your head and he pulls you in for a kiss. You melt against him with ease, realizing how much you’ve craved to be this close to him all week.

The kiss feels different. It’s like he is trying to drag it as long as possible, savoring it to the last drop, pouring his whole heart and soul into it. He keeps going in for more and more and you’re eager to give him everything he wants and needs. Swinging a leg over him you settle in his lap, your chest pushing against his and you moan into his mouth when you feel his hands sliding down to your ass, squeezing you hard and needy.

You rock your hips against his, feeling the evidently growing bulge underneath you. Kissing down his jawline and neck you start unbuttoning his shirt, making it clear where you’re trying to head with it. Harry sinks back against the back of the couch and you’re feverishly kissing his chest as you tug the shirt off of him. When you come up to kiss him again, you can’t help but moan as his hand slips under your shirt, palm pressing to your naked back.

You start to undo his pants, your breathing picking up as you keep grinding against him, but just as you’re about to get your hand into his pants, he stops you.

“Wait, wait. We shouldn’t… We should, erm, talk—“

“We can talk later. I want to make you feel good,” you breathe out, peppering his jawline with soft little kisses. “Please, just let me take care of you, Harry,” you beg him.

He is fighting himself and you would never push him to do something he doesn’t want, but you’re desperate to take care of him and make him feel good just for a bit after the rough week he just had. He combs his fingers through your hair, examining your face as if he is trying to remember every tiny detail, fearing that you could disappear any moment. But you’re here and there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

When you lean in to kiss him again you stop just an inch away from his lips, giving him the chance to stop you, but when he doesn’t do anything to protest, you melt your lips against his and your hand slips into his pants, palming his almost fully hard cock, a moan escaping through his lips as he kisses you with great hunger.

It gets a little rushed and hectic, but you’re quick to feel as close to him as possible, you’ve been missing the feeling for way too long. Harry drags his pants down and you get rid of your shorts before your hands go back to stroking and pumping him, feeling yourself throbbing for him desperately.

“I’ll make you feel good, H. Don’t worry about anything,” you murmur to him, kissing him passionately before positioning him to your entrance and slowly easing yourself down on his hard cock.

“Oh fuck,” he exhales sharply, his hands holding onto your naked thighs on either side of him, massaging your muscles gently.

“You always feel so good inside me, Harry. Like you were made for me,” you moan when you move just the tiniest bit. Leaning forward you take his face in your hands and kiss him hard as you start moving your hips up and down, his cock gliding in and out of you so perfectly, it always makes you feel complete and full.

Slowly you start to pick up the pace and move faster and faster, sometimes changing it up and instead of going up and down you go back and forth. Harry’s arms snake around your upper body and he pulls you tight against him, your naked chest pressing up against his, your skin practically burning as you keep moving, your lips meeting in a feverish and demanding kiss and so many emotions are rushing through you, it’s almost too overwhelming but when you lock eyes with Harry, it seems like he is feeling the same way.

“Harry!” you gasp, your palms cupping his face and for a moment you see so much pain and misery in his eyes, it knocks the air out of your lungs.

“Y/N.” Your name falls from his tongue like a desperate plea and as your orgasm is building rapidly in the pit of your stomach, you swear you see his eyes tearing up. “Y/N, my Y/N,” he repeats and pulls you close so he can bury his face into the crook of your neck, his tortured face now out of your sight. You lace your fingers through his hair, fastening your movements, you can tell he is just as close as you are and you want to give him his release and satisfaction.

“Yours. Forever yours,” you tell him and as if it breaks him, he stiffens, a loud groan turning into a moan rips out of him as he comes inside you and feeling him fall apart underneath you pushes you over the edge as well. Your walls tighten around him while the both of you ride out the last waves of your orgasms.

You keep holding each other even when your breathing is back to normal and his cock is already softening inside you, but it feels nice to have him close just a little longer. Harry is holding onto you just as eagerly as you are, as if he doesn’t want this moment to end and you gladly give him as much time as possible.

“I’ll go to the bathroom quickly, okay? And then we can eat and cuddle as much as you want,” you tell him softly massaging his scalp, he is still hugging you like a koala bear and you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, that’s how tight you’re pressed against him.

Slowly, he nods and loosens his hold around you until you can climb off of his lap. Grabbing your t-shirt from the floor you quickly disappear in the bathroom to clean yourself up, ready to shower Harry with love all night long, because he definitely needs the extra care now.

When you walk out he is buttoning his shirt back, his pants already on him again.

“Alright, let’s eat and then maybe we could have a bath if you’d like and—“

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he speaks up, but he keeps his eyes fixated on the floor in front of him and your stomach churns from his tone.

You try to swallow down the fear that’s growing in your chest as you walk over to the couch and sit beside him facing him.

“Okay, let’s talk,” you nod.

You watch as Harry is searching for words desperately, his mouth opens several times, but it takes a long time before he finally speaks up, but you wish he remained silent. Forever.

“I can’t do this.”

Your stomach and heart drops and you feel all the blood draining from your head as the words process.

“Y-you can’t do what?” you ask, even though you know exactly what he meant by that.

“This. Us. It’s… It was a mistake.”

You’re blinking at him, waiting for him to ask something, anything, to tell you that he didn’t mean it, it was just a terrible joke, but he just sits there, staring ahead of him, not even looking at you.

“I’m sorry, what?” you ask with a humorless chuckle. “What does that supposed to mean? Because I know you didn’t just tell me we are a mistake.”

Harry shakes his head and exhales sharply, the muscle on his jaw twitching as he keeps clenching it.

“We shouldn’t have done this, any of it. I made a mistake and… I need to make it right.”

“Where the fuck is this coming from, Harry? What are you not telling me? Because I know you’re keeping something from me and I’ve been trying to be patient with you, but now it seems like whatever it is, it’s affecting me too, because you lost your mind and want to end our relationship out of the blue!”

Your throat is starting to close up, eyes dwelling as you keep staring at him, silently begging him to even look at you, but he could even get himself to do that.

“I’ve just been thinking about it and realized that… we should have never even started this. I’m sorry, I should have been wiser, but… now I see things clear.”

It feels like he is telling you a practiced speech, like he has written all of it beforehand, learned the lines and now he is delivering them.

“Would you at least look at me?” you demand, fed up with talking to his side profile. As if it’s something painful, he presses his lips together tightly before finally turning his head to look at you. “I’m giving you five whole seconds to think it through again and tell me that it was just a momentary slip. I’ll forget about it and we can move on,” you tell him slowly and clear, making sure he understands every word.

But as the seconds pass by he doesn’t seem to change his mind, he just exhales deeply and doesn’t say a word and you realize that he will not take any of what he said back.

“Harry…” you breathe out shakily. “Harry, why are you doing this? Why wouldn’t you just tell me the truth? Did I do something?”

“Y/N, stop.”

“T-The other minute you were fine enough to fuck me and now you’re springing this on me? What kind of sick joke is this?!” Tears spill out of your eyes as you stand up from the couch needing to put some distance between the two of you.

“I’m sorry, this is not how I planned it. I shouldn’t have let tonight go this far, but I just…”

“You just thought you’d fuck me one last time before you break up with me? That’s what you thought?!” you snap at him, your anger rising along with your panic and despair, still shocked about what’s really happening.

“That’s… That’s not it… Look, I’m sorry. But that doesn’t change anything. It’s still over.”

“I don’t—I don’t understand. Because just last week, everything was perfect, you said you loved me and all of a sudden, you start acting up and now you do this. What’s the fucking truth, Harry? Because I don’t buy it. I don’t buy it that you just realized that it was a mistake. We both know it’s not a mistake, so tell me what’s happening!”

You hate how much it’s affecting you, how you can’t control your emotions and keep yourself together, but you refuse to believe he is telling you the truth. Not after everything that happened between the two of you.

Not after he told you he loved you.

“I know it’s hard, but you have to accept it, Y/N. This is for the best. We would have never made it, but it shouldn’t have even started in the first place.”

“What the fuck happened to you loving me?! Was that just a lie? Did you straight up lie to me just to get into my pants or what?!” you scream at him, the tears keep flowing down your cheeks. Harry stands from the couch and tries to take a step closer to you, but you back away from him right away.

“Y/N, please stop, don’t do that.”

“Do what?! Ask for answers?”

“Just… please don’t make it harder,” he breathes out and he looks so broken, his shoulders are slouched forward, his eyes are teary, but you give zero shit about them right now. Not when he is ripping your heart out with his own hands.

“Harder? This has got to be a joke,” you laugh, but there’s no humor in it at all. “Please tell me this is a joke!” you beg him, but once again, he remains silent. “Why are you doing this to me?”

You can’t believe it’s happening, not after opening up to Harry. He knows about your insecurities, your struggle with your mother and how you always had an issue with accepting and giving love because of your relationship with her. How hard it is for you to get close to others and just when you were settling down at a place in life where you felt secure and loved… he drops this bomb on you, destroying everything you built up.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But you have to understand that… this is for the best. I-I never wanted to hurt you—“

“Fuck you! I don’t believe you didn’t want to hurt me, because you just did, the worst way possible!”

“Y/N, I—“

“Leave!” you scream at him, needing him to be out of here, now. Harry takes a step towards you, reaching out for you, but you flinch away again, not giving him the chance to get into your personal space. You’re keeping him away from you because you genuinely don’t know how you’d react to his touch in this frantic state of mind.

There’s a chance you’d just fall right into his arms, begging him to not leave and love you, tell you nothing he said was real, but you can’t also tell for sure you wouldn’t just start punching him with all your anger in your bones.

Harry stands motionlessly in his spot, watching you as if he is about to break and change his mind, but then he exhales and turning around he grabs his stuff and heads towards the door. With a hand on the doorknob, he turns back.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I really am. Please take good care of you and… find the person who deserves you. I obviously wasn’t the one.”

“Just… leave. And never come back. You’re dead to me,” you whisper, whole body shaking, keeping your eyes squeezed shut, because you don’t want to see him walk out of your life.

For several moments you don’t hear the door opening, so he is still standing there and just when you think he won’t leave, the lock clicks, you hear the door creaking and then it shuts closed and he is gone.

He really is gone.

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