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Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Chapter 7

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader)Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 5017 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together. 

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazonians' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

~~~

T-minus 1 day until Echidna's War.

'All right, everyone!' Y/N called out to the group, forcing them to stop sparring in their pairs and look at her. 'That's enough for today. Go, shower and get ready for our feast. You deserve to enjoy this night before tomorrow.'

'Yes, Princess!' the warriors said in unison, then quickly dispersed, leaving the training grounds to head back into the city to prepare for tomorrow.

'You should get ready too, Princess,' Calliope said, looking after her sisters-in-arms chatting and walking down the stairs to their homes. Y/N's heart pulled at the thought that she'd never see such happy smiles again after tonight.

'In a moment, Calliope,' Y/N answered, looking around the remaining groups that were finishing up their drills. Her gaze fell on one particular acrobat who was teaching the group blocking techniques and some acrobatic manoeuvres to avoid an opponent. All the while doing so, Dick was smiling, encouraging the women to keep trying.

'He's not too bad,' Calliope said with amusement. 'For a mortal man, that is.'

Y/N turned to Calliope only to see a knowing smile on her friend's face. Only then did Y/N realise she was smiling stupidly wide, and made quick work to get rid of it. 'I guess so. But he's stupidly naive and impulsive. He'll get himself killed because of it.'

'Maybe,' Calliope said thoughtfully as she looked back at Dick for a moment before facing Y/N again. 'But isn't that how a true warrior should die? In battle fighting for what's right?'

Y/N didn't like the thought of Dick being clawed open or beheaded by monsters, so she quickly said, 'It's not his battle to fight in, though. He shouldn't be here.'

'But he is, Y/N,' Calliope insisted, coming to stand in front of Y/N so she had no choice but to make eye contact. 'And that's what makes him even braver. He's here helping us save our home; a home he had never seen until a few days ago; a home that has no connection to him whatsoever but he is here trying to save it.'

Before Y/N could protest, Calliope gripped Y/N's hands in a manner that was desperate and insistent. 'You should tell him. Before it's too late.'

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. 'What are you-'

'Oh, don't play dumb with me,' Calliope interrupted. 'I see how you look at him. You're worried about him. Which means you care, despite everything you say to convince us otherwise.'

Y/N went to deny it but couldn't find the words to do so. Her heart was being torn in so many different directions any time she thought about Dick, she didn't know what exactly she felt for him. It was hard to put into words what he meant to her, the good and the bad.

When she remained silent, Calliope patted Y/N's hands gently then dropped them as she too walked away, leaving Y/N standing frozen in a battle with her head and her heart.

Y/N could've been standing there for one minute or an hour for all she knew, until someone waved their hand in front of her face and broke her from her trance.

'Y/N,' Dick said, his brows furrowed in concern. 'You okay?'

Y/N took a deep breath in as she came back to the moment. 'Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Just...'

'Worried?' Dick offered, and Y/N was grateful for the change in subject. 'Well, I wouldn't be if I were you. These women are stronger than some of the heroes back home.'

Y/N raised a playful eyebrow. 'Only some?'

Dick chuckled. 'Okay, all of them.'

The two shared a quiet laugh, and it brought Y/N a sense of normalcy and nostalgia that warmed her heart.

She looked around as the remaining warriors finished their trainings and made to leave for their homes. Y/N could almost name each and every one of them, and there was the possibility that after tomorrow she would never see them again.

'Echidna is the one who should be worried,' Y/N said, her voice slightly shaky with anger and determination. She knew that if death were to come tomorrow, Y/N wouldn't be able to save them all. But she'd be damned if she didn't try to.

A warm calloused hand tentatively enclosed her fist, and the touch was enough to cease Y/N's shakes. 'I agree,' Dick said, two simple words seemingly echoing around the quiet training ground. His smile was smooth but genuine and Y/N could've believed they were eighteen again and back on the mainland and with the team. Back when his smile eased all her problems, back when Wally and all their lost friends weren't gone. Back when it was just them, and everything in Y/N's world made sense.

But now Y/N felt like she was on another planet, and they were about to go to war with the Mother of Monsters and nothing made sense anymore.

Y/N slowly pulled her had away from Dick's and cleared her throat as she stared straight ahead. 'We should probably get ready for the feast. Could be the last one we have in a while.' Or ever, she wanted to add, but Dick was an optimist and would ridicule her for thinking such thoughts and she really didn't want to keep talking with him.

'That's right,' Dick said, eyes brightening up at the thought of food. 'I bet you guys put on the best meals, as well.'

Y/N just rolled her eyes as they made their way across the training grounds to the stairs that would lead them back into town. 'A true boy. Only ever thinking about food.'

'A true girl. Turning every compliment into an insult.'

Y/N shoved him and he shoved her back and the two couldn't hold back radiant smiles. It astounded Y/N how easily they fell back into old habits. How familiar and safe Dick was.

'You should tell him. Before it's too late.'

Tell him what exactly? Y/N could hardly discern what mixture of emotions was running through her, let alone wheedle down to a specific point what her true feelings were for Dick. She'd been upset for so long, then angry at him. But the past three days he'd shown himself to be the Dick she'd always known and come to love. Kind, brave, funny, strong, compassionate.

It all lead her to a very confusing fork in the metaphorical road of her heart.

Even so, there was something she felt for him...

Just as Dick took a step down the stairs, Y/N found herself reaching out to him this time, bringing him to a stop with her soft grip on his shoulder. 'Wait.'

Dick looked over his shoulder immediately, his piercing blue eyes glued onto her with curiosity and wonder. 'Yeah?' he asked.

Y/N took in a deep breath, calming her racing heart as she said, 'I'm sorry.' When Dick only frowned with confusion, she elaborated. 'I'm sorry for doubting you. For being... well, I haven't been the most welcoming of people have I?'

Dick didn't say a word, but he turned fully around to face her, his face as serious as it was the other night on another staircase. Y/N's hand dropped to her side, and she found she could not look away from Dick's eyes as the words started falling out.

'I guess... I just didn't think you cared about us anymore,' she said. 'About the team, about me. And it made me so angry, but then you came to the one place I thought I could finally find peace again and I just couldn't accept that you were here for me. But I see now I was wrong.'

'No, I was the one who was wrong,' Dick said with a shake of his head. 'You had every right to be angry with me, in fact you still do. You were right, I was ignorant and only thought of my pain in those years I was away. I didn't think how coming here would affect you after everything I've done.'

Dick returned to the landing, now towering over Y/N, and took her hands in his and said in a gentle voice, 'I know I am far from forgiven, but I promise you, I will spend whatever time I have left on this earth trying to make it up to you.'

Y/N could hardly breathe with the way Dick was looking at her. It was almost dream-like, and suddenly all of her teenage emotions came rushing back into her bloodstream. The adoration, the awe, the love - it had remained all this time, she'd just repressed it in her time of pain and loss.

And it could've just been her, but something flickered briefly across Dick's face - the slightest arch of his brows, the minuscule twitch of his mouth. An emotion Y/N had no time to discern before Dick was the one stepping back and resuming his journey down the stairs, a careless smile on his face like the moment never happened.

'The showers await us, Princess,' he jested as he waved her after him. 'Wouldn't want to be late for the feast!'

Y/N stared after him for a moment, trying to process what just happened. He was serious, he would do anything to make it all up to her. And that look on his face...

Y/N shook herself out of her imagination. Probably just seeing things, she told herself as she followed Dick down the stairs. She wouldn't get her hopes up again.

Not for Dick Grayson of all people.

~~~

When Dick Grayson arrived back at his room, he drew himself a bath and allowed himself to relax if only for a few minutes. The first night in his room he'd been affronted to find a group of women ready to bathe him like a child. He'd argued with Y/N about them, her saying it was their tradition and all. Eventually she caved and dismissed the women from his room. He laughed at the memory, thinking beneath his own anger that she looked cute riled up.

There it was again - the thoughts he had never thought before.

He couldn't deny Y/N had grown into a beautiful young woman, one who stood by her values and always fought for the right thing. She'd stuck by the team when he couldn't, and for that he would always admire her.

But then again he had always admired her. That's part of the reason she was his best friend. She was this strong and loving individual that had always stuck by him and the others. She had the most infectious smile, and her laughter was like music-

Dick bolted upright in the bath, his heart racing at a million miles per hour as an alarming thought entered his mind. Do I like Y/N?

Well, it wasn't a matter of like. Of course he liked her, she was his best friend after all. But they'd never... she'd never implied...

He recalled when they were younger how many people - including their parents - said that he and Y/N would end up together. They were each other's better half, and honestly part of the reason he ended up breaking up with each and every one of his past girlfriends. Because they couldn't see how important Y/N was to him.

That didn't mean he liked her like that... did he?

Dick splashed his face one last time before leaping out of the bath to get ready for the feast. Maybe all the training he was doing was making him tired and delusional. After all, even if he truly felt that way for her, she'd never feel the same. Maybe once - though there was no telling so - but certainly not now.

However, they'd had a moment on the stairs this afternoon, and something felt... different. The way she looked at him had sent his gut rolling with something akin to a roller coaster, and the vision of her hair in the golden rays of sun had taken his breath away completely. Dick couldn't remember the last time he'd felt that way - completely and utterly entranced.

Dick dressed himself in the only set of clothes he'd come in and opened his door to find Calliope and other guards standing in the corridor.

'We are to escort you down to the feast, Mr. Grayson,' Calliope explained. 'By order of the Queen herself. You will be seated at their table tonight.'

Dick found this surprising as he usually sat with the soldiers of the group he'd trained that day, getting to know them and laughing with them. But he was to sit at the royals table, which consisted of Queen Hippolyta, some generals, and Y/N.

When they entered the dining hall, the feast had pretty much begun as hundreds and hundreds of women were already seated at long tables that ran almost from the door to the dais where the Queen sat chatting with other generals at their own long table. Dick made sure to greet any woman he knew as he was guided up to the royals' table.

'So nice of you to join us, Mr. Grayson,' the Queen said as Dick was seated.

'The pleasure is all mine, your Majesty,' he replied politely, then noted the empty chair between him and the Queen. 'Is Y/N not down yet?'

'She is usually late to these sorts of things,' the Queen replied defeatedly. 'She always fights with the maidens about her hair and dress. In that respect, she is very much her mother.'

As Queen Hippolyta turned back to the speak with the generals, a quiet voice leant in behind him and quietly said, 'Eager to see the princess are we?'

'W-What?' Dick exclaimed to Calliope. 'No, I'm not. I just... I'm just making conversation, that's all.'

'Whatever you say, mortal,' Calliope teased, her smile knowing and irritating as she remained by Dick's head.

He turned to her, annoyed. 'What do you mean by that?'

Calliope just shrugged. 'Nothing nobody doesn't already know.' When Dick just stared blankly at her, she rolled her eyes and said, 'You cannot tell me you do not feel for our princess. Do you not?'

It was like she was reading his mind or something. It was a little freaky and off-putting. But Dick was used to off-putting questions - journalists used them all the time on him when Dick did press interviews with Bruce.

So he calmly sat in his chair and looked out to the busy hall in front of him. 'Well, I still have the bruises from our first sparring match when I first got here so I guess I do feel something because of the princess.'

Calliope chuckled and shook her head. 'Avoid the question all you want, mortal. But Truth always has an interesting way of making itself known.'

Dick didn't like her know-it-all tone, and so finally turned around and said in a quiet but hard tone. 'My relationship with Y/N isn't up for debate here. She is my best friend, and the only thing I'm interested in is restoring her trust in me and saving your island.'

'How noble...' Calliope started, but her attention turned to the opening of the hall's doors and so Dick's eyes followed. He was struck still at the vision he was met with.

It was Y/N, draped in a flattering arrangement of white cloth that was synched at her waist with a golden chain. Her H/C hair had been put up in a loose bun, held together by golden pins. Plain sandals covered her feet as she made her way towards the dais, the many bracelets and arm bands adorning her arms flashing golden in the firelight.

Dick knew he was gaping, but he couldn't help it. No one could it seemed, as Y/N greeted many women along the way, and whispers of her beauty echoed throughout the hall. When she drew closer, her eyes connected with Dick's, and instead of the cold or distant expression she'd given him since day one, she offered him an embarrassed smile.

That brief interaction sent his heart in motion. It reminded him of the time they had gone to prom in their junior year of school. It had been the first time Dick had seen Y/N with makeup and in a dress. She'd given him the same embarrassed look, and he had been just as transfixed.

Dick felt someone lean in to his ear as he continued to watch Y/N make her way to the dais. 'But are you sure there is no other reason that you are here?' Calliope finished with a whisper.

She stepped back into her position before Dick could respond, not that he knew what he would say anyway. His gut was rolling so much with indecision that he thought he might throw up.

He was brought out of his thoughts as Y/N took her seat between him and the Queen. 'Grandmother,' she greeted coolly.

'Y/N,' the Queen responded, a kind smile stretching her lips. 'You look beautiful, my dear.'

'Thank you, but I still do not understand why I must wear this to every feast we have,' Y/N argued.

'It is tradition, and you are Themyscria's princess,' the Queen explained, tapping her granddaughter's hand in comfort before returning to her previous conversation.

Y/N sighed in mild defeat as she sat back in her chair. After a moment, she clocked that Dick was looking at her and sighed again. 'Not a single word from you, Grayson.'

'I wasn't going to say anything!' Dick retorted, quickly collecting himself.

'I can see it in your eyes that you're going to laugh at me.'

It took Dick a moment to realise she wasn't joking. She fidgeted with the loose cloth that draped over her body, eyes flickering from him to the crowd and back. She genuinely thought she looked ridiculous. If he was sixteen still, maybe he would've made a comment or two.

But sixteen was a long time ago now.

'No, I wasn't,' he said, and his answer must've surprised him as she turned to him with a perplexed expression on her face. 'You look... You look beautiful, Y/N.'

Y/N's E/C eyes scanned over his face, possibly searching for any kind of lie or detection of amusement. But she obviously didn't find anything, as she smiled at him, her eyes shining with surprise. 'Thank you. I would offer you the same compliment, but you've looked the same as you did the day you got here.'

'Ruggedly handsome?'

'Hmm, I'd say a bit worse for wear.'

Dick let out a painful groan as he slapped a hand across his chest where his heart was encased under. 'Wow! Way to wound a guy.'

Y/N just laughed, and Dick joined her, genuinely happy to see her smiling as they used to together. Once the laughter died, he said, 'But seriously, Y/N, you look great. And... I'm just glad you're not calling me Nightwing anymore.'

'Well,' Y/N started, fiddling with one of her bracelets, 'I figured you deserved that much after all your help.'

Help. That's right. He was helping her save her new home and new family. It wasn't because she'd forgiven him and were suddenly best friends again.

'I'm sorry to interrupt,' a young girl said, coming to stand on the other side of the table. 'But I just had something to discuss with you, Princess.'

'Of course,' Y/N answered, turning all her attention to the girl. 'Go ahead.'

Throughout dinner, Y/N was kept busy by other conversations with warriors and young girls and teachers alike that all had questions for their princess. Y/N answered every single one of their queries with enthusiasm and grace, not batting an eye as she ate and spoke and listened.

She was a natural and a pro. The whole time she spoke, Dick couldn't help but think about the two years he'd been gone for and how many times Y/N had to soothe a fear, had to deliver a confident speech that would encourage the team to keep going no matter how bleak the future seemed.

It saddened and pained him to think he'd forced that responsibility onto her in his absence. But she'd done it, held the team together and she was doing that right now as well for her people.

Upon the conclusion of dinner, the Queen called for silence as she rose to address the hall. 'Evening everyone,' she started, her voice radiating composure and control. 'Tonight, we are in the presence of our own history in the making. Tomorrow, we face Echidna, the Mother of Monsters.'

The mention of the goddess sent whispers of fear rattling throughout the crowd, but they were quickly silenced by the raise of the Queen's hand. 'I know some of you, if not all of you, are fearful of the coming events. Echidna is a foe that will not be so easily defeated. However, this is what we have trained for. This is what us Amazons are built for.

"Think of the young women, young girls and infants in their houses sleeping peacefully right now. Think of the women you grew up with, of the friendships and sisterhoods you have forged in those years. Think of the woman beside you now. That is who you fight for when Echidna comes. Not ourselves, but the women" - the Queen made a pointed look at Dick as she continued - "and man that reside on this island tonight. They will need you when the fight comes. So are you ready?'

The entire hall exploded with cheers and whistles of eagerness, and that brought a bright smile to Queen Hippolyta's face. 'In that case, enjoy tonight. Dance, eat, drink, sing. Be free.'

By the flick of the Queen's wrist, the band in the corner Dick hadn't seen started playing beautiful music and the tables were moved to create room for a dance floor.

'Princess, you must join us for a dance!' Some young girls came around the table and gently pulled Y/N from her seat, to which Y/N just laughed as she allowed them to drag her to the dance floor. Dick watched Y/N join the other women, watched her smile stretch wide and bright, watched her embrace and let herself go as she danced.

When was the last time she'd done that?

'...when we last spoke, she sounded like she didn't want to be found. That she would come back to us when she was ready...'

'Maybe she doesn't want to see you, have you considered that?'

Kaldur's words haunted him, had been since he left M'gann and Connor's house. He just hadn't taken his friend's warning seriously until now.

Kaldur was right.

Dick rose from his seat and quickly excused himself from the party, suddenly overwhelmed by the music and the full room. He escaped to one of the balconies nearby and was relieved that he could finally hear himself think. And yet now he could hear it all in the outdoor silence - the conflicting emotions and thoughts running through him.

Did she really belong here or back home?

Did he mean as much to her anymore as much as she meant to him?

What did he truly feel for her?

What will happen when Echidna strikes tomorrow?

So many issues and so little time to solve them all.

He didn't know how long he stood there, looking out over the mountain and ocean, over the flickering lights of those who feasted in their homes. It could've been hours, and yet the full moon barely moved.

'What are you doing out here?'

Dick was knocked out of his mind at the sound of the sweet voice, and he turned to find Y/N standing on the steps that lead back inside to the bustling party, an exhausted grin adorning her flushed face. With the firelight behind her and the moon shining onto her dress, Dick could've sworn she glowed divinely.

'S-Sorry?' he called out, confused as to why she was out there in the first place.

'I asked what are you doing out here all by yourself on such a beautiful night?' Y/N repeated, walking down the steps before making her way over to him at the balcony's edge. 'You're usually one for parties if high school was any indicator.'

Dick tried to laugh, but it came out as a weak cough. 'Yeah well, we're a long way from high school, aren't we.'

'What's going on with you?' Y/N asked, and Dick could feel her stare on him. 'You've been oddly... quiet this evening.'

'I just don't feel well is all. Don't worry I will be fine for the battle tomorrow.'

'That's a load of crap, Grayson and you know it.'

Dick didn't reply, just looked out over the ocean in the hopes that she would leave. But she didn't and Dick finally turned to meet her stare. It was like she was undressing him, but not in the physical sense. In the way she'd always been able to read him and say silently that she knew he wasn't okay.

That one stare made him feel more vulnerable than being naked, or doing flips off a podium twenty metres in the air with no safety net to catch him.

'I just... I've been doing some thinking,' he started, 'and I think that... if we both survive this... that you should stay here. On Themyscira. If that is what you want.'

Y/N scrunched her brows in confusion. 'So... you're giving me permission to stay here if we all live through Echidna's war? Seriously?'

Dick turned to her fully. 'No, I mean yes- But no you don't need my permission to stay, I just... I'm sorry this is coming out all wrong.' He took a calming breath before starting again. 'What I mean to say is, I came after you for the wrong reasons. I was being selfish and stubborn. But I want you to be happy. And seeing you dance tonight with the other women... well, I can't remember the last time myself or any of the team brought you that kind of happiness.'

'What about your mission?' she asked, her voice distant, almost scared.

Dick flashed her a casual smile. 'Don't worry about it. I'll manage. I never should've come here in the first place. I'm sorry.' Dick gestured back to the stairs and started back-tracking towards them. 'Let's go rejoin the party while we still can, huh? You're right, I do love a good party.'

Just as he turned his back, Y/N called out. 'I'm not.'

He paused for a moment, then looked over his shoulder to find Y/N looking at him with an intensity that almost sent him staggering. 'What?' he asked.

'I'm not sorry you came,' she answered, taking a deep breath in to maintain her composure.

Surprised by her answer, Dick turned back to her. 'You're not?'

She shook her head, then started fidgeting with her dress and looked down. 'Am I angry you came? Yes, initially. Am I still hurting because of what you did, and is your presence just a daily reminder of that pain? Most definitely.'

That last one struck him deep. He had never wanted to be the cause of so much pain. Not to her of all people.

After another deep breath, Y/N finally looked up at him. 'But that doesn't mean I didn't miss you.'

There it was again, that look she'd given him on the stairs earlier, in fact she'd given it to him many times before, he realised. Not just on Themyscira but back home, back when they were sixteen. It was the look of truth and honesty, of adoration and care.

His heart thumped so heavily in his chest he swore Y/N could hear it, and while he didn't understand what the thought of Y/N missing him implied, he knew how it made him feel.

'I missed you too,' he said honestly, returning to stand in front of Y/N. He didn't know why, but it felt right to reach for her hands, and she didn't push him away as he enclosed his fingers around hers. 'A-And being here has made me realise something else, too.'

'What's that?' Her breath fanned his face they stood so close, closer than what simple friends should. But he didn't care, it felt right, it felt natural.

'That I... I just...' He couldn't get the words out, they were so heavy with meaning they got stuck in his throat. Both afraid and excited to say them aloud, he couldn't decide what fate would be worse. Be honest and rejected, or be honest and see if she felt the same.

'You what, Dick?' she whispered, eyes never leaving his.

They both realised that it was the first time she'd called him by his first name since he'd landed on Themyscira. And if that wasn't a sign, then Dick didn't know what would be.

'I just...' Dick started, but a shadow crossed over Y/N's face and he quickly turned to find a a giant winged creature with fangs and a humanoid body reaching to him with its claws.

'Get down!' Dick cried as he turned and dove to the ground with Y/N. He felt the talons of the creature brush against his back as he partially covered Y/N out of natural instinct. The creature screeched as it soared high above again, disappearing into the darkness despite the moonlight.

'Are you okay?' Dick asked as he helped Y/N to her feet.

'Yes, I'm fine,' Y/N said, her eyes trained on the sky.

'What was that?' Dick asked, trying to spy the creature but there was no sign of it anywhere.

'That was a harpy,' Y/N answered, then her eyes locked on to something in the sky, her face paling with fear.

Dick followed her gaze and found himself frozen with fear himself. The harpy had come back but with more of its kind. Many more. So much so they blocked out the moon and engulfed the palace in darkness.

'Echidna's war...' Y/N breathed out in disbelief. 'It has begun.'

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Helloooooo my friend I'm here with Spencer ideas, I'm in desperate craving for rescue fics so maybe either us rescuing Spencer or maybe Spencer rescuing us?

You're always coming in clutch with the ideas and we salute you for this I hope you enjoy

Kidnapped ( reader x Spencer )

- I once again will try to be as gender neutral as possible- you are kidnapped and Spencer comes to rescue you because he looooooves you ...and it's kind of his job loool

( made this in one go so hope yall like it)

I sat in the cold dark basement shivering. I had been stripped and beaten for days now and I felt like there would be no end. Cuts and bruises formed along my arms and legs where he gripped me violently to continue his torment.

I took a shuttering breath and tried to center my breathing again. I stupidly recalled a commercial I had seen for some relaxation app that had breathing classes and the one they displayed in the ads was helping me relax a bit . I laughed weakly to myself wondering if I should download it if I get out of here ...I was becoming delirious. My thoughts wondered to Spencer , my dear friend and coworker who I had the biggest crush on. I wondered if he was fighting for me . Huddled over the evidence, eyes scanning for clues as his brain worked overtime to find something, anything . I hoped with all my heart he was doing okay. I was sure flashbacks of his own kidnapping were probably keeping him awake at night , wondering if I was getting even half the torment he got... or more.

The door creaked open and I didn't move from my crumpled form on the ground, it was pointless and I knew if I fought against him he'd make the pain worse. " ohhhh my dearest pet" he hummed patronizingly " you are all tuckered out" I had a few choice words for him that I bit back . " its time once again for my experiments " he cooed and yanked the chain holding my arms behind my back. He hauled me to the same place on the wall as always , my legs barely able to hold me up. I pressed against the wall and tears already were dripping down my face. " now today I have an interesting theory" he said casually " I want to try and peek a layer of skin off" I went dizzy for a second at even the notion of a blade sliding against my skin like a potato peeler. " enough of that " he snapped and pressed a button linked with the shock collar around my neck. I yelped in pain as he sighed " now back to business " he said walking over with a knife . At that moment Spencer burst through the door gun out stretched and a haunted look on his face as his eyes met mine. " FBI DROP IT" he yelled . Shocked my capture didn't drop it and instead held the knife dangerously close to my throat . " drop it" Spencer said again steadily but I could hear his rising panic in his voice. My legs were shaking and I felt a prick from the knife leaving a trail of blood spilling down the same clothes I had been wearing the day of my abduction, the same ones he kept me in day after day as if mocking my old life pre capture.

Spencer closed his eyes and let out a slow breath " let em go alright? We can work this out" the Unsub shook his head emphatically , he was starting to get riled up too," no because I've bested you , all of you in the FBI! I've taken one of your own and now you will watch as they die" he rose his hand to stab me and that was all he needed to do for Spencer to shoot his hand holding the knife . The Unsub screamed in pain as the other agents subdued him.

Spencer rushed over to me immediately wrangling with the shock collar and chains to free me " are you okay , of course you're not what am I saying" Spencer stuttered I could tell he was holding back tears. I took a shuddering breath as the chains fell and instantly wrapped my arms around him sobbing into his chest. He squeezed me tightly " I thought I lost you ...I couldn't lose you." He rubbed my back and burrowed his face in the crook of my neck . This was the most pain I had been in but being so close to Spencer felt so good I ignored it. " guys the ambulance is here " Derek informed softly . I could feel Spencer jump a bit as if he thought we were alone . He quickly nodded his head and helped me up , offing to carry me to the ambulance but I declined. There was some power in physically walking out of this fucking nightmare, and I needed that. Though the second I was outside them put me on a stretcher and rushed me off to the hospital.

Days of being half conscious in the hospital had come and gone like fleeting memories and soon I was home. Spencer and Garcia had loaded me up with all the snacks and things I could ever need to recover and I was grateful but, there was still one thing I needed. " Spencer " I called before he left. I saw Garcia have a light smirk in her face as she quickly left. " what is it do you need anything else before I go" he asked his eyes wide with concern. I shook my head " no... it's just... when you're in a position... like I was .. you get a lot of time to think, and for me , all I could think of was the fact I may never see you again ." I saw his pupils dilate as I said this , " really...me?.. why?" I sighed and grabbed his hand gently and looked up at him again " Spencer I love you, I've been in love with you for a long time now. I love the way you talk, your humor, how smart you are and most of all , that big heart of yours. Any time I'm sad or upset or just lonely I know I can call you and you'll be there. You're my best friend and I'd love ...I'd love for us to be more" his mouth slacked open and he quickly nodded " i honestly never thought you'd say that to me, ever , I love you... so much" he wrapped his arms around me so gently knowing how much pain I was in. " you know I can stay here for a day or two... to help you out and all that" he whispered gently . I felt my smile grow wider," that would be incredible " 

[judasgot-it]

🫵🏻I need tecchou’s slow dance with this s/o pleeeeeeaaaasw😩

I shouldn't be writing this since I have so many requests on the backlog but BUT I love slowdancing and I have an entire playlist for this (multiple actually. Tecchou come home please)

How Deep Is Your Love - Bee Gees

Scenario: Slow dancing with Husband!Tecchou <3 (also this got so horribly cheesy and off the rails so erm)

Eating lunch with your husband was something you always tried to fit into your schedule - you were both busy people, but there was always room to go and make time for one another.

But it would only last for so long. Half an hour. Sometimes, even less on busier days. So today was special because Tecchou was forcing you to stay.

Usually, when you would begin to walk out of his office, you would linger by the door and watch as he cranked another long workout in. Today he didn't bother to do that, however. This time, he didn't let you even leave your chair, instead pulling you by your hands to stand close to him, breathing in his scent.

He smelled like the leftovers of his plumeria cologne, the scent mingling with the iron tang of his clothes. His hair was close enough to tickle your nose, making you want to sneeze.

"I think we should dance."

Tecchou pulled you closer by your waist, swaying the two of you gently - like blades of grass. Neither of your feet left their spot, your hands still finding their spots between one another.

"I don't remember the last time we did that."

You placed your fingers along his bicep, feeling how the fabric pulled from his muscles. Your other hand entangled with his, placed between your chests.

Tecchou took the lead, practically dragging you on top of him as he stepped backward. You stumbled, trying to find your footing as you sat practically on top of his legs.

"Sorry. I kind of forgot."

"I walk backward. So you walk forward. Did you forget our wedding night?"

You pouted up at him, squeezing his hand a little too tightly as you began your proper dance together. Tecchou blinked down at you, smirking a little.

"You'd be great as a commander."

He kissed your forehead, his soft lips warming up your cold skin. You groaned, a smile stretching across your face.

"That makes me sound like an asshole or something, you're so mean."

"You are. Sometimes. I would never forget our wedding night."

Tecchou stepped away to let you turn, watching as you watched your feet to avoid stumbling again. The two of you were alone, but you were still so careful - to Tecchou, it was adorable to watch how concentrated you were.

He made sure to stay close to your side, making sure he wouldn't let you almost fall (again) as you stepped close to him again. Your hands moved to their positions easily, although Tecchou's instead were wrapped around you, holding you in a warm embrace.

"I think I held you just like this and knew that I wanted to stay there forever."

He mumbled this into your ear, his lips brushing against your helix. Your face grew warm, your fingers pulling at the nape of his neck. The heavy breath whined against your skin was hot, your body aching to feel more of his touch.

"What else do you remember about it? I remember how much I loved to call you my husband that night."

You pulled away a bit, just enough to look at Tecchou's face. His face was slightly flushed, contrasting the way his golden eyes shined towards you.

"I've been calling you my wife since the day that I met you. I don't think I could let anyone else have that honor."

He moved to pull one of your hands to lie in between the both of you - right between your chests, where your hearts lay. You could feel how his heart beat just as fast as yours, almost jumping to touch your hand.

"Did it feel different on that day?"

Stupidly, you had picked a fight you couldn't win with his hair - pushing it away from his face only for it to stubbornly bounce back into place once more. It led you to keeping your hand against his sternum, holding it back so you could see as much of his face you could.

"It just felt right."

He whispered this against your lips, before pressing his own against yours messily - the same way he always had. This kiss was lingering, however, taking as much time as he could.

His body pressed against yours as you danced an uneven dance backward - taking small steps toward what you both only hoped to be what was a wall.

Your break could be extended for a bit.

One day writing all of these Tecchou asks is gonna make me become one of those tiktok book authors one day. maybe i felt this was so cheesy i couldn't help but rolling eyes like....im the author why am i like this.

[0oolookitsme]

Been Thinking

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Dwd!Harry x Dwd!Y/n

Word Count- 1.6k

Warnings- Smut (soft dominance, a few curse words)

A/n- And, here's the first fic of kinktober!

Kinks- Phone Sex, Guided Masturbation

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

Please rb to share!

Harry was just saving his last document of the day when a meeting was pulled. A meeting that could very well have been done over a few emails, but alas, they couldn't do something that would save their employees even a little of their time.

Thinking that he would only be a bit late, he went into the room not having any idea about his own self that'd be coming out of the same room with 8 files stacked up in his hand. All the ones that needed to be done tonight.

He sat on his chair with all the files sprawled across his desk, and looked at his empty coffee cup in dread. He did not have it in him to go and fetch himself some. So, as unwilling as he was, he defeatedly called the general assistant. Her job was to do just that – it was just Harry who couldn't benefit from it much often considering her infatuation with him.

"A coffee please," he said just when she peeked through the door, slipping his cup that Y/n had left there for him across the desk to have her stay as away from him as possible.

She didn't seem much chirpy today though, considering she just took the cup and left silently – without making any shot at him. It made Harry feel a little relieved, the thought of her finally backing off.

Without much thought, he powered on his laptop and at the same time, dialled up Y/n. He was just calling to let her know that he wouldn't be coming home for the night. And she was normal about it, cursing his office a bit and making him laugh.

It was when he was about to wish her a good night that she muttered something in a small, frail voice. Harry felt alarmed that something was wrong but he figured the problem when she repeated herself on his demand.

"Was thinking about you all day," she said, and after a long pause wished him a good night, hanging up a little later than normal – as if she was waiting for some kind of response. A response that Harry stupidly enough couldn't give. He was just so shocked at her words – she had never been this loud with her needs before. Yes, it's only been six months in their arranged wedding but… still.

Feeling like a prick, he decided to give it a rest. Putting his phone on the desk and just wishing for the coffee to be down his throat already.

Opening up files on his laptop, his head couldn't help but replay the little voice she had very kindly – and indirectly – voiced her needs to him. She said that she had been thinking about him all day, which must mean that she was also eager for him to come home tonight.

God, he can't believe what he's just done. Turned down the needs of the woman who's been making him weak in his knees ever since she's been with him, just because he was too stunned to speak? Rubbing his palm over his hair and fixing his hair a bit, he decided to call her back.

Not the regular call. But, a video call.

He wasn't ready for her to pick up on the first ring. But when he saw her face, he knew that she hadn't intended to pick up. Her hair was a little tousled, lips bitten and plump, eyes a little hazy and, because he squinted, he saw a fine layer of sweat on her forehead.

She surely wasn't sleeping or crying, but Harry shouldn't be thinking about what she really was doing – even though it was as clear as his eye sight.

He immediately opened his mouth and I speak before she could panik. "Don't hang up!" He said quickly. "Please," he trailed off when she paused. For a moment, all he could see was their bedroom ceiling but then she picked up the phone again – her hair now a little matted and sweat wiped off her face.

"I- uh, I'm sorry. I was just-" she stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation, with a lie. However, a shushing sound came through the phone, catching her off guard.

"It's okay, Y/n," he said and she felt a flutter in her stomach at the sound of her name from his mouth. "It should be me apologizing. And I-I'm very sorry," he said, looking at himself with slight disgust in his own brain at his words.

Looking away from him and probably picking at the bedsheet, "it's okay," she said, just as shyly.

"So, tell me. What were you thinking, Y/n?" He spoke, and she couldn't help but clench her thighs tighter.

"Nothing… just about when you'll be home and what would you like for dinner and stuff," she mumbled and while that was a very innocent answer, Harry couldn't help but see past the bullshit.

Humming, he pretended he was thinking hard about something. "Well, I'm not coming home tonight now, am I, darling?" He teased her, feeling more and more dominant in the situation as the time passed by.

Y/n only nodded in response, her eyes never once staying still.

"You can pretend all you want, love. But I can see the fucking mess you've made of yourself," he said impatiently, his voice now hoarse in an attempt to be a little quiet. And also, because under all the nervousness, Y/n's hand had lowered and he could see her red finger prints on her breasts, from when he imagined she was gripping them.

He could see the tips of her ears turn pink, yet she didn't make any effort to cover herself.

"Make that mouth of yours useful, and tell me – were you really thinking about that? Hm?"

"No," she breathed, rolling her lips in and shifting on the bed. "Just wanted you," she continued.

"Where baby?"

"Anywhere. Just wanted you so bad," she whispered lightly, a slight tingle in her nose.

Harry licked his lips, feeling worse about having to stay the night. "Look at you, poor thing. I'm very sorry baby, can't do much from here." He sighed. Leaning back, he put in his airpods. "Help me out a little, will you?" He more of suggested and only smiled when she agreed.

Getting impatien, he cut right to the subject. "Touch yourself for me. I'm here, and I'm listening," he told her, also surprising her.

She hesitated but lied back down when he cooed at her, muttering sweet names as her hand crawled lower and lower. "I can't see you, sweet girl. Put your phone on my bedside table," Harry instructed her, and she did it quickly, desperate for anything type of touch now.

The wetness had started slipping out of her. Her thighs felt wet whenever they rubbed and she was sure some of it was on the bedsheet as well. She knew, that if she touched herself now, she wouldn't be able to last for long. Her nipples were perky and sensitive – a whimper left her mouth with every accidental graze in them.

"Go on, Y/n. Won't give it to your husband?" He said, and Y/n swears she could've came right then and there. Instead, a moan slipped past her lips, and she heard him curse under his breath.

He saw as her hand cover her core, could see her inner thigh that was away from him glistening, and god, does he hate his boss. When her knuckles started moving, Harry could tell that she was in ecstasy. Small sounds started escaping her mouth and the moment she looked at him and sucked her fingers – Harry knew that he hadn't married a woman as innocent as he had thought.

Breathing out with each stroke on her clit, her back arched off the bed. "What are you thinking, Y/n?" She heard him ask, and without much thought she told him.

"About you, Harry. Your fingers, your cock, your mouth," she ranted, her pace increasing with each word.

Harry saw how she was slipping out of her shell, voicing her fantasies to him. And just when he was about to tease her, he heard something. Then again, and again.

She said she was going to come. No, she was yelling his name. No, she's chasing her high, and she's yelling his name. "Fucking hell, Y/n." He gritted through his teeth, feeling like he was going to burst just by the sight of her and the yell of his name in her voice.

"Fuck, I already love you moaning my name," he grunted.

Y/n was long lost now, her hips chasing her own hand as she continued moaning his name.

Harry saw her thighs start to quiver and he prayed that they'd be around his head the next time – while he sucked on her again and again. "I can't hear you – louder, baby." He urged her own, feeling pleasure in her pleasure.

"Fuck, Harry!" She screamed right when her thighs cleanched around her hand. Her other hand kneading her boob a little lightly now.

Her cheeks were flushed, sweat coated her hairline and her forehead, her eyes were squeezed shut and her body shook as her hand was still rubbing her core, getting her through her high.

Slowly and slowly, her hand came out of the cage of her thighs, and went right up to her mouth as she once again looked at him while sucking on them. A smile creeped up on her mouth and once she got a hold of her phone again, she couldn't help but let out a laugh at the sight of his sweaty face.

"You really don't know the things you do to me, Y/n," he said hoarsely, letting his head fall back and shutting his eyes tightly..

"Neither did you until now," she shrugged with a grin spreading on her face, and she knew she was in too deep when he chuckled.

[runa-falls]

cat and mouse - 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader

Warnings: kissy kissy :3, mention of alcohol, you're broke. sorry.

a/n: i wrote this out today (what is now a few days ago) because i couldn't work on the other fic until i got this out of my system :) if there are plot holes its because i vomited out this chapter and threw it out like a dumbass. idk what Black-Cat's personality is like so i made it kinda mirror cat woman from the harley quinn show.

Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.

w/c: 2.6k

part 1 part 3 part 4

masterlist

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Nueva York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, as he, and the world, likes to call him, is your official nemesis, or at least that’s what the city thinks.

You crumple up the half-soaked People magazine, filled with ‘juicy gossip about our favorite Spider and the new villain-of-the-week: Blaze’. Seriously, you might just become a villain if they keep calling you that.

You briefly forgot you swiped the news story off of a nearby food and entertainment stand (that’s barely holding up in the downpour) until you hear:

“Hey! You gotta pay for that!” 

You don’t. 

In your defense, it was only a dollar-fifty. And either way, it’s technically the Spider’s fault that you didn’t have a penny on you!

Honestly, if it were your choice, you’d never see his stupidly broad shoulders again. He truly is the bane of your existence and a major pain in your ass. You genuinely don’t understand why he even pays you any mind, it’s not like you are plotting to take over the city. You just want enough money to get some fries and a Koka Soda, and maybe a couple more black articles of clothing that aren’t covered in clawed-out stripes. 

Spider-Man? More like Cat-Man. 

You would say you’ve been “fighting” this man for weeks like the magazines insinuate, but it’s less violence than it is just you squirming out of his clutches and running away. You swear the Spider is a bloodhound. No matter where you are, or what you’re wearing, he always finds you. And you always get away. It’s actually quite pathetic. 

He goes: “It’s you again.”

You say: “No it’s not.” 

Then he has to say: “Blaze.” Like you’re some ultra-nemesis that has ruined his life.

And you can’t help but: “Stop fucking calling me that, dude.” Before you make a run for it. 

He catches up, obviously, either has you on the ground, against the wall, or holds you up so you can’t escape, but then you do. Every time. And he lets you. 

So really, it’s just fucking annoying. What a waste of a great plan and an excellently executed silent break-in!

You never asked for any of this. The fact you don’t have a flashy-ass elastic suit should be proof enough: You’re not a supervillain. 

But, when the opportunity to make a little more cash comes around, you can’t just say no. In your mind, the bigger the heist, the longer you can stay out of the public and away from him. 

And if the one girl on the team wants to make you a suit, how can you resist? The Spider has ruined all the other clothes you’ve worn (and not in a good way). 

You saw your new suit a few hours before you needed to meet up with the team. Felicia, or Black Cat as the rest of the group refers to her, is probably the most elegant and badass woman you’ve ever met. 

She has voluminous silver-blonde curls and sharp green eyes that match the deadliness of her talon-like retractable claws (which actually kinda remind you of someone…). Though she doesn’t have explosive energy inside of her as you do, her cat-like senses and martial art skills are almost as deadly. 

Felicia was happy to invite you over to her multi-million dollar penthouse to get ready and hang out a little before you needed to leave. 

She’s filing her nails into perfectly deadly points as you sit on her plush ultra-white couch next to the new suit, hands fiddling nervously together as you watch her pamper herself with extreme precision. There are two glasses of high-grade champagne in front of you on the glass coffee table. Yours is barely touched. Hers has been drained and refilled a couple of times throughout the hour. 

“You know, usually I’d work this job alone, but it’s a lot easier to get away when you leave a few maggots to distract the Spider. That’s what men are for. Us girls need to stick together, right?” 

Even her voice is elegant. 

“Yeah.” You croak out. You prefer to listen to her talk than say something dumb and non-villain-like. And yeah, you’ll admit you’re a tiny bit scared of her, but sometimes that’s something you have to go through when making friends. Right?

“Alright, we’ve got like 20 minutes. Go on, babe, try it on.” She loosely gestures to the suit, “Bathroom is in the hallway, first door to the left.” You stand promptly and shuffle over to her bathroom, taking a second to look back to send a grateful smile at her before you close the door. 

It almost resembles the one you saw on her the first day you met. The only difference is that yours is completely black and has a high collar neckline in contrast to her more provocative V-shaped suit.

There’s no fur-lining or silver details, just an invisible zipper that creates the illusion that this suit is painted onto your body. Felicia also provided a simple mask that you can pull over your head when you tie back your hair and some silver hair spray so you’re less recognizable to the general public. 

You stare in the mirror and smooth out any wrinkles down your torso with your gloved fingers. Alright. Now you look like a supervillain. 

Or at least a super-something. 

She makes you do a little spin. “You look lovely, darling.” A smirk pulled at her charming lips. “Absolutely, perfect.” 

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Fuck.

So here you are, trying to break out of a bank that shut down around you as soon as you walked in. The two guys, who you never took the time to learn the names of, are freaking out, banging harshly against the metal doors that slammed shut in front of the exits. 

Felicia, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber, checking her nails like there isn’t a blaring siren and pulsing lights around her. 

So what now? You could probably blast the doors open with whatever comes out of your hands (you’re still not sure as you try to use your powers as a last resort). But that would leave a bunch of evidence that you were there and you didn’t come to knock down a whole building.

You walk over to her, trying to hide the anxiety that’s starting to bubble up inside of you. “What should we do?” She looks up from her manicured nails and looks at you. Then at the guys.

“Well, the boys seem a bit preoccupied,” As if to prove her point, one of them starts kicking the door, as if it would magically open up for him if he were to hit it harder and make more noise. She sighs, “I guess we could use the air duct that leads to the roof.” 

“Ok.”

So you follow her to one of the main offices in the building, watching as she easily rips off the cover of the vent and uses the desk for leverage to hoist her into the surprisingly spacious air duct. 

The chill evening breeze of Nueva York has never felt so good. Well, it has smelt better, but if garbage and crime-filled air meant you’re not going back to jail, you’ll take it. 

“Well, that could’ve gone better.” The Black Cat runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back and out of her face. Of course, it falls perfectly over her shoulders. “So…I’ll see you later, yeah?” She’s leaving?

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d love to!” 

“Great.” She walks to the edge of the roof and scales down the back of the building like it’s nothing. Look, it’s not that tall of a building, but still, you weren’t about to follow her down. You watch as her black-suited figure lands on the concrete ground, barely making a sound, before she sashays into the shadows of the city, disappearing into the night. God, she’s so cool. 

And then it’s just you. 

You sit yourself down and finally take a breath. Your first job as a villain and you didn’t even get to see the money. What are you getting yourself into?

You pull slightly at the elastic holding your hair together, regretting the tight pony that’s now giving you a major headache. Maybe this life isn’t for you. With, probably an overdramatic, sigh you push yourself up. Now to figure out how you’re getting out of here. 

–

Turns out you didn’t have too many options. As soon as you were about to take a serious ‘leap of faith’ and try to scale down the building, you were ambushed by a series of fwp, fwp, fwp’s and lifted from the ground. That probably saved your life now that you’re thinking back on it.

So, he found you. Big surprise. He’s practically stalking you at this point.

He takes you for a ride, holding you close as he swings from building to building, barely breaking a sweat. You’re actually surprised that you didn’t hurl all over his stupidly firm shoulder. You should have.

You don’t know why he brought you to the top of a half-constructed building, but you’re assuming he’s just trying to be dramatic again. Superheroes, right? 

You struggle against restraints when you’re finally set down, at least trying to lay in a more comfortable position as Spider-man stands over you. Not only are you fully wrapped in red webs, but your arms are also tied behind your back.

The Spider kneels down, watching you continue to struggle, “Alright, Hardy, give it up.” Hardy? Shit, he must think you’re Felicia. The black suit, the silver hair. Dammit. 

He takes off your mask before you can say anything, pulling out your loose hair tie with it, and boy, is he surprised to see it’s you.

“Wh–Blaze?” He takes off his mask like he can’t believe his fabric-covered eyes. His scarlet gaze not so subtly takes in your new look. A big change from the usual getup you wear. “What, uh,” When he finally meets your eyes, one of his gloved hands raises to rub at the back of his neck. Is he nervous? He briefly looks away from you, “What did you do to your hair?”

“Who cares! Let me out of these!” You glower at him, arms tugging at the luminous webs, “And you know I hate that stupid-ass name.”

“What the hell were you doing here? Why are you suddenly hanging out with a bunch of criminals?”

You give him a deadpan expression, “I’m a villain, remember.”

“Ah,” He slices through a couple of the overlapping webs that fit snugly over your stomach. “Finally giving into the narrative, hm?” Then the ones around your arms.

“S’not like I have much of a choice.” The red webs start to loosen until they unravel completely and pool on the floor. “So, you’re…letting me go?” You rub at your sore wrists, feeling the ache dissipate almost immediately. He shrugs like it’s no big deal for him. 

“It’s expected, isn't it?” He’s at the edge of the roof staring at the buildings around him, a soft breeze sweeps through his hair, and the lights of ‘the city that never sleeps’ soak over his suited figure from below.

“Just like that?” 

“...Just like that.” He says. But he says it more to himself than you. With that, he swiftly puts his mask back on, hiding the wonderfully serene expression he once held, but you never got to see in full. 

Spider-man is confusing. He treats you like you’re some sort of catch-and-release criminal. Acting like a push-over parent that reprimands their child even when they know they’ll do it again. You don’t get it. 

And the way he looks at you sometimes. Like he’s having fun. You see it when he’s chasing you, webbing you to the wall, or holding you under his claws. There’s a glowing heat that pulses in his eyes and you can almost see the barest gleam of his fangs. You can’t even wrap your head around how he can both infuriate and draw you in at the same time. And then he lets you go. 

And now he’s leaving you. 

So you take your chance. 

“Wait.” He stills but doesn’t turn back to look at you. He just stays there, merely stopping to listen to whatever you have to say. But you want him to look at you. You need to see those simmering red eyes that are hidden behind the mask. “I-” You stop yourself. You’re not actually sure what you were going to say. All you know is you just weren’t ready for him to leave yet. “I, um, never caught your name!” It blurts out of your lips before you realize what you’re saying. 

Then silence.

How awkward. 

You were sure he was going to leave you there. No sane superhero would reveal his secret identity, dumbass! Especially to a girl like you.

But then his hand comes up, slips off his mask again, hair slightly ruffled from the action, and he finally turns. Before you know it he’s approaching you, fast. And you can’t do anything but stand there, watching as his looming form starts to take up more and more of your vision until he’s standing right in front of you, head tilted downwards and red eyes low. 

Two warm palms cradle your jaw and you lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Just as your eyes start to open again, his head is dipping toward yours. Then his lips meet yours.

And it’s perfect. His soft plush lips move against yours, occasionally nipping and sucking on your bottom lip until it was satisfyingly plump. The warm, masculine smell surrounding you makes your knees weak as his hands drop from your face to your waist in an effort to pull you toward him.

Your body melts against him as he starts to softly lick into your mouth, thoroughly seeking out the taste of you. He pushes you gently against the unfinished concrete wall behind you, eliminating any space that was left between your thinly suited bodies. You swear you’re about to melt when you feel his broken groan against your lightly suited-chest.

And then you separate, heavy breaths and intense gazes floating between you. “Miguel.” He looks down at the way he’s holding you, the size of his palm against your smaller body. And then the ridiculous suit that was tailored specifically for the heist, but looks more like something you’d wear for a BDSM session. He clears his throat and looks back up, “Miguel O’Hara.”

“Miguel…” His hand on your waist clenches at the sound of your hoarse voice and you can tell he’s tempted to pull you back in. 

“You’re one of the few who know.”

Now, you’re curious. You hum, “Who else knows?” His eyes glance at your hair and his hand drops. Suddenly, you feel cold. He steps away from you, not unkindly, but it’s clear he’s trying to create space. 

He brushes it off, “No one important.” And then he’s walking away. Back to the same spot he was going to leave you from. Cool. 

“Well,” You take a few steps closer, eyes roaming over his muscled back,  “I promise not to tell anyone.”

“I know.” His mask is back on, and this time you know there’s no stopping him this time. “Catch you later, Little Red.” He jumps. 

Little Red? 

[jjmaybankswifes-blog]

steve harrington x fem reader

warnings fluff, loss of a brother

contains fluff and enemies to lovers and family loss

MINORS DNI

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your brother was murdered three years ago today you begged to not have to go to school but here you are sitting in class next to robin buckley and behind steve the hair harrington you were in a bad mood all day you had a headache from crying so much last night and the teachers voice was not helping

after the bell rang after what felt like a year you speed walk out of there and you don't look where you're going and you bump straight into someone and hit your head on the ground and you have to go to the nurse and the worst part was is the person who had to walk you was steve the hair Harrington he made your headache worse and he didn't even talk

once you finally get out of the nurses office you get looks because you have a bandage on your head and you get called names for being clumsy but steve and his goons which makes it way harder not to cry today they are the last thing you need but they don't know that

you aren't allowed to tell anyone about your brother because you know you will get bullied and you can't take that and have to grove your best friend you also realized that the saying "it will get better with time" is fake as hell it gets way harder

you hate steve harrington with a passion you hate his stupid hair his stupid face his stupid voice his stupidly loud footsteps you hate the fact he does want you and you want him you hate that he wants nancy

you're walking to your locker when you get to your locker you are very unhappy to see steve (the hair) harrington waiting for you

"the fuck you want" you ask "did you do the homework?" steve asks " yea but youre not getting it" you say " why not" steve asks with a smirk knowing he's getting on your nerves

[time skip after school]

you're sitting down on a picnic bench doing your homework in the middle of the woods not expecting anyone to be out here you blast music "can you turn that shit down" you here a familiar voice say "steve? what are you doing out here?" you ask annoyed you really just wanted to be alone today

" just walking around something wrong?" he asks "can you leave me alone i don't wanna talk to you" you say "who said i wanted to talk to you?" steve asks with a smirk and you start crying lightly not knowing why you would especially talking to steve harrington

"holy shit are you crying?" steve asks genuinely concerned "yea i'm fucking crying steve the fuck you care can you just leave me alone" you yell steve just stands there looking at you in shock and you start having crying so hard you can't breathe and he realizes

he walks over and knells next to you " hey it's alright take some deep breaths with me okay" "okay" you manage to get out

he breathes in and you breathe in and he breathes out and you breathe out and you both do it until you are calmed down and can breathe normally

"what's wrong (y/n)?" steve asks worried you don't know why but you trust him enough to tell him everything

"it's my brothers death day anniversary he was murdered three years ago today and i have to go to his grave later and i don't want to because it's gonna be so hard and i can't tell anyone because no one knows except now you" you spit out so fast he could barely understand some of the words

"why didn't you tell anyone?" "because i would get bullied for it and don't even say i wouldn't you would have bullied me too" you say tearing up again steve wipes your tears and says " i wouldn't have bullied you for it and i'm not gonna bully you at all anymore you don't deserve anything you're going through and i'm sorry for being an asshole" you don't know what to say so you just hug him and he hugs back taking that as you forgiving him

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i was gonna make this a random story but it's been three years since my brother was killed so i used that instead to make this it's not the best but 🤷🏼‍♀️

[cursivebloodlines]

"It's not an accusation if there is truth to it, Diego!" Or was that allegation? Words were tricky sometimes, what could she say? Whatever. She knew what she meant...and she knew he knew what she meant, which is all that mattered in the end, right? Even if he happened to be endlessly tormenting her about it. Tessa couldn't help but laugh though. She always laughed around him, it was hard not to. Even more so when she knew full well Diego was deliberately winding her up. Another eye roll issued to him, pulling her lower lip in to conceal the smile that threatened to plaster all over her face, attempting to resist the urge to laugh. Attempt being the emphasised word here. "Violence? Never expected you to be such a drama queen," she retorted with gentle sarcasm. "Oh yeah? What would've happened if I hadn't been so lucky then?" As soon as Diego mirrored her expression, she absolutely cracked. How could she not? They were acting like such children. It was funny. And it didn't help that he was stupidly cute either. There was no way she could even pretend to be mad about it - the ending would always result in the same.

Singleness. So, it clearly wasn't just Tessa who found words hard today. Was that a word? In all fairness to him, it could have been. It sounded like one of those words that shouldn't be words but were. He made it difficult not to respond to his silliness with even more silliness. They really did act like children, didn't they? "I wasn't worried," she shot back with ease. His explanation of the word 'almost', funnily enough, almost had her rolling her eyes yet again at Diego. But...there was that look on his face. The way the volume of his voice suddenly lowered to a whisper and he leaned in and Tessa's heart was doing flips, the butterflies in her tummy fluttering around. He was going to be the death of her. Her breath had caught in her throat for a moment, her eyes flickering to his lips in anticipation. Was he going to - and...of course he was doing it to prove a point. The urge to grab his face between her hands, pull him in, and kiss that idiot was so, so tempting. Tessa's resolve was cracking, she could feel it. Still, she exercised restraint, determined not to succumb to his stupid charms. For now, anyway. He made it so difficult. "You're cruel. But okay, point taken," she shook her head with a light laugh, exhaling slowly.

Tessa knew immediately that 'not now' meant probably soon. She knew full well if roles had been reversed she totally would have said something similar. It amazed her, the way how at times they were two completely different people, and yet she always found plenty of similarities between them. It's why they meshed so well. Another time. Damn. It was her own fault though, so she couldn't express slight disappointment. After all, she didn't want to rush into things whilst also giving a potentially different opinion. She wanted to be certain, even if she pretty much already was. Anyway. "Okay then, another time," she repeated, offering him a warm smile.

A laugh escaped her when Diego playfully questioned whether she was worried about him stealing her self-proclaimed title from her; she shook her head in response. "Level 0? No - there's no such level! You've gotta start at Level 1 at least. Even I know that." In response to the makes what better? question, she shrugged, tapping her nose with a gleaming smile that implied 'That's for me to know and you to not find out.' Besides, to answer genuinely would mean to get her more flustered again and set herself up for more teasing off him and more reasons to blush furiously. Childishly, Tessa couldn't help but nudge him back when he nudged her. "Are you? Where's your resume, then? I didn't realise you were applying for a paid position. Is the pay rate any good?" she teased, shaking her head to herself with another quiet laugh. that was one way of putting it. Was it really like applying for a job? She wasn't sure how she felt about that. It felt wrong to her but she didn't know why that was. "Again! I say: be creative. Clearly, you're having a hard time with that. But don't worry - I'll show you." Didn't that confirm everything with her thoughts about them already? His face was a picture when she called him a scaredy-cat, her eyebrows quirked up in silent question: Really? You can't fool me. "Whatever you want to believe..." she said in a sing-song voice. "It's okay. I think I might have some at home actually. One of us has to because clearly, it's not you," she teased, grinning at him as she helped him up. Maybe she held on to his hands a little bit longer than necessary, briefly glancing down at their joined hands before looking back up at him with a smile. "Uh, says who?" Tessa quipped, tilting her head a fraction, a laugh passing from her lips yet again. "You're not that old. How about if I turn it around on you then, huh? Begs the question of whether you're into younger girls. Which sounds a looooot ickier, if you ask me." It never bothered her. Neither of them acted their ages, really. she couldn't help but say it to tease him though. "I would have already combusted if that was the case. Come on, let's get going or else we'll stay here foreverrrr..."

And with that, they were on their way home. It had been a lovely time and Tessa couldn't contain the smile off of her face if she wanted to. They continued to talk about anything and nothing at the same time whilst she fiddled with the music, switching between various radio stations until she found one she liked. Even though they were in Diego's car, not hers. Stealing glances and smiles when she wanted to. Truly, she never wanted the night to end. With what he told her remaining very fresh in her mind, her heart already knew what she wanted but simply needed the time to be sure she wasn't just caught up in the moment. How could she think of anything else? And despite the constant teasing, he really had been so diplomatic about the whole thing which made her appreciation for him only grow that bit stronger. It had been a laugh, nothing made awkward. And even with all of this to process and consider, it still felt like nothing changed between them. Maybe the transition between friendship and more than that would be easy. Her face had ached from all the smiling and laughing, which only further proved how enjoyable the day had been, how being with him had always been. Her thoughts cut off as they finally pulled up outside hers, a sigh escaping her. All good things must come to an end but...they didn't have to come to an end just yet. Unless Diego had other plans that was. "Thank you...for today," Tessa said, turning her head to face him as she unbuckled the seatbelt. "Are you coming in? We could watch a movie and see if I have any chocolate after all? Let's hope the squirrels haven't stolen my stash ."

Amusement remained on his features as she rolled her eyes. The reactions he caused her were simply adorable, no other word could accurately describe it for him. "Are you accusing me of playing dumb? That's rude." He feigned offense, though Tessa had read the situation pretty accurately. He was playing dumb, testing his luck to see how many reactions he could get out of her. Still, it didn't mean he'd admit it to her. It was much more fun to let her wonder. "And now, resorting to violence...woah. I'll pretend you didn't just threaten me, you're lucky I like you." Though, Diego knew that the most she'd toss his way would be a pillow. Nothing that would truly hurt him. All he could do was mirror her, sticking his tongue out as well. If anyone saw them right now, they'd assume two kids were bickering on the playground.

"Not yelling, so just speaking pretty loudly. Hey, no judgement from me. On the contrary, I appreciate you defending my singleness." Was that even a word? If it wasn't, he hoped it at least made sense. "I definitely listened, you don't need to worry about that," he spoke as he turned to look at her. The pout on her lips easing some of the teasing. Maybe, he could pause it for a bit. Very persuasive, and he wondered if she knew that it would work. His head tilted, trying to not roll his eyes at her comment. Of course, she couldn't resist teasing him. He was bound to say something that she could use. "Almost isn't certain, isn't that the whole point of the word?" He said, a small smile on his lips as she poked his cheeks. "If I lean in super..super.." his words began lowering, whispering for dramatic effect as he leaned into her shoulder, laying his head on it momentarily. "..Close to your lips, and I pulled away at the last second. Did we kiss or almost kiss? If it's almost, then it didn't happen." Perhaps, a bit too much to get his point across, but impossible to resist.

"Okay okay, I won't start...for now." Instead, he'd save it for another moment. Catch her off guard, use another occasion to make her laugh or bring that flush to her face when she was flustered. Either reaction was a win in Diego's book. He'd been annoying enough for one day. It was no surprise that she called him a pain in the ass. It'd be a badge he'd wear proudly, with perhaps one exception, but luckily she had not used that tone on him in a while. That one did hurt, though he hadn't mentioned that to her. It was a tough time for her, why add more to it? Maybe one day, he'd tell her that, just to make sure he didn't keep something from her. "Both..yeah," he was pretending to consider. Like a philosopher pondering over the meaning of life. "It can be both, but I'll save that for another time." This wasn't the right time. Not that Diego cared much for 'a right time.' If he could, he'd cup her face in his hands and pull her in, press his lips against hers. Tell her everything he's been keeping hidden. But, he had to keep reminding himself that this was Tessa. And, he promised her time. Most importantly though, she'd probably want something special. Something that would mark the occasion.

Diego was grateful that she didn't question his answer. He wasn't sure he had enough conviction to reaffirm what he'd said earlier. "Thanks, I mean no rush but definitely don't take 10 years. You know, for my sake...I'm also not getting any younger."

Tessa's smile did not go unnoticed, "are you scared I may take your title? Of the romantic one?" It was cute, her surprise at his confession. It was an odd one, but though his efforts could be considered romantic, he wasn't sure he was worthy of the title yet. "You still are, I'm like level 0 compared to you. Makes what better?" He asked curiously. Diego's interest was definitely piqued. He nudged her softly in reaction to her comment, of course she'd tease him about that. But he couldn't blame her, it did sound terrible. He had to get with the times. "Okay we get it, Diego is an old man. But, in my defense, I am sorta applying to a job," he mentioned, nose scrunching up slightly at the thought. "Creative?? While a house is falling apart? You have a very funny definition of romantic if that's the case." He frowned momentarily, scaredy-cat? Diego? Impossible. "I don't get scared when we go to those places!" Unless they counted the time he yelped slightly when a wooden beam fell in the basement. But that'd scare anyone, right? "We can get chocolates on the way home if you want." He took her hands, and helped himself off the ground, tempted to pull her in closer. Though, he opted against it. He was afraid they wouldn’t end up leaving if he listened to his instincts. “The Diego personality traits are the best,” he countered. “But yeah, I won’t deny I am an old man. Begs the question of whether you’re into older guys.” Just teasing again, though it was a fact that he was a bit older. “I guess so. It just feels like throwing a lot of information at you. I wouldn’t want you to combust with all I said.”

[thornsnvultures]

quickie ♡

Jake Jensen x fem!Reader

summary: Jake only has a few minutes with you before he has to get back to business.

warnings: oral sex, fluffy puppy Jake, I just realized this is the second fic I wrote where y/n cockwarms Jake while one of them plays video games....I'm not gonna think too hard about that and neither should you lol

Words: 800+

a/n: not beta read, if you see a mistake no you didn't 👀, reposted from my old blog, comments are much loved and appreciated!, be kind 🥺

18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

Okay but like can you imagine,

You’re sitting in bed reading a book you’ve been meaning to read for a while, finally settled in after a long day. All of a sudden your golden retriever of a boyfriend has bounced on the bed on top of you asking what you’re reading.

“Oh my god, Jake, get off!”

“What? I missed you, I’ve only got like a minute before Pooch gets back online.” He’s straddling your hips over the blanket now, holding your face in his stupidly large hands. “I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention to you much, pretty girl, but we’ve been waiting months for this game to launch.” He’s peppering your face with kisses between words and you can’t stop laughing from the ticklish feel of his goatee on your cheeks. “It’s so cool! We got to the first boss and it was super easy for me but Pooch was totally having a hard time so you know I had to be a good friend and go back in to save his ass.” You weren’t even listening to his rambling anymore, you could feel him through his shorts and it was driving you crazy. Hell, Jake probably didn’t even notice he was half hard he was so excited telling you about what he did all day today between kisses.

“Jake!”

“Huh, what?”

“How much time?”

“Hmm?” He was lazily mouthing at your jawline, nuzzling in like he was starved for you. He hadn’t seen you all day and his body was screaming for you whether he knew it or not.

“How long until Pooch gets back?”

“Uh, like 10 or 15 minutes? Why?”

You shoved your hands down the front of his sweats and grasped his cock giving it a quick pump. Jake grunted into your neck.

“Enough time for a quickie?” You bit your lip and met his gaze.

“God yes.”

He leaned back enough to rip the blankets off your body, your book going flying off the side of the bed. His cock slipped out of your hand when he moved back but you only mourned the loss of contact with his velvety skin for a moment before he settled between your legs.

“Always have time for this pretty little pussy,” Jake murmured into the soft skin of your inner thigh as he pulled the damp fabric covering you to the side. He nuzzled your warm folds, breathing in your scent, and groaned. “So sweet, pretty girl. How’d I get so fucking lucky?”

You wanted to snap back with something witty but your brain short circuted when Jake licked a wide stripe up your soaked folds. His thumbs held you open and he didn’t waste any time working over your clit with his tongue. Punishing your bud with swirling licks and sucking hard enough to make your eyes roll back. You gripped his short locks as he brought you to the edge unbelievably fast.

“J-Jake! Oh f-fuck, feels so good, baby.”

He kept his mouth on your clit as he moved two fingers into your cunt, plunging deep. Your back arched at the sudden stretch, the burn from his thick fingers tingling up your spine. His rapid pace and the constant, cloying pressure of his mouth on your bud sent you flying, creaming over his fingers and his face.

“That’s it, honey, give it to me. So sweet, pretty girl.” His fingers slowed as your body shook, tingling in the aftershocks of your release. Jake tapped his fingers on your lips, gently knocking on your door for you to suck them clean.

“Jensen!”

“Fuck,” Jake’s head whips around in the direction of his computer in the other room. “Time’s up, pretty girl.” He turns back to you, eyes twinkling in delight when he sees you still have his fingers in your mouth. You don’t wanna let him go yet.

“I gotta go, honey, c'mon.” You can see the gears turning in that beautiful brain of his as you lay pliant under him. You know what he wants but he’s too unsure, overthinking things. So you take Jake by the hand down the hall, legs shaky under you still.

“Sit,” you push him down in his fancy gaming chair. He watches with his big, blue puppy dog eyes as you slide to the floor in front of him and pull his cock out of his sweats. “Play your little game, baby, I just wanna sit here with you.” You give his cock a quick pump and take him into your mouth. He groans and watches you mouth at his cock, not working quickly to make him cum, just enjoying the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

“Jensen?”

“Huh? Wha-I’m here, sorry.” Jake wipes his hand over his face, determined to not watch how you effortlessly take him down your throat. 

“Jesus, man, you good?”

“Y-Yeah, fine!” His voice catches when you roll his balls in the palm of your hand.

“You sure? You don’t sound so good.”

“N-No! I’m good!”

“Alright, man! Let’s pound these fuckin’ pussies!”

“Oh, Jesus…”

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime — Epilogue // Wanda Maximoff

chapter fourteen | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad

author’s note: the final part is here! thanks again to everyone who stuck around with this fic, i really appreciate it 😊💗 now enjoy!!

The sound of a rooster crowing pulled me from my slumber and I groaned when I realised I definitely wasn't getting back to bed anytime soon.

Quiet laughter came from beside me and I didn't have to open my eyes to know that Wanda was finding my disgruntled self entertaining.

"I said yes to the chickens," I mumbled tiredly, not opening my eyes as I stupidly thought it would let me contain my sleep for a little bit longer, "but I should have drawn the line at the rooster."

Her fingers grasped my shoulder as she rolled over to hover above me. I squinted through my tired eyes, seeing the amused smile on her lips as she looked down at me. Despite how much of a morning person I wasn't, I appreciated how beautiful she looked with bed hair and a nightie.

"Shut up," she said jokingly, and I closed my eyes again. "You love them."

I rolled my eyes beneath closed lids. "I'd love to cook them, sure."

She slapped my shoulder gently. "Don't talk about Nikolai, Vanya and Sonia like that!"

A smile ghosted my lips. The first thing she'd done when getting the damn chickens was name them the most Sokovian names she could think of – I shouldn't have expected anything less. Though, now it meant she was extremely attached to them.

"My apologies, love," I mumbled.

She hummed disapprovingly before putting her whole body weight on top of me and hugging me. I sighed contently, resting an arm around her waist and appreciating the feeling of her so close to me. I could have fallen back asleep in this position if it wasn't for Wanda's wide-awake, curious self. Why did she have to be such a morning person?

"So, what are your plans for today?" she asked, fingers scratching against my shoulder blade tenderly.

I exhaled calmly. "I'm going to attempt to fall back asleep right now... then I'll let you know afterwards when I wake up."

She didn't say anything after that, and I was stupid to believe I'd gotten away with it because she suddenly got up and straddled me, jumping up slightly and startling me awake.

"Wake up!" she ordered, too hyper for my sleepy self.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes and finally opening them to see her looking down at me with a grin, hair falling around her face. There was a hint of annoyance in my expression as I narrowed my eyes, but she ignored it as she rested her hands on my chest.

"I hate you," I muttered.

"You're up now, so let's do something," she insisted, making me roll my eyes. "We should go on a walk. It's pretty outside. The sun's rising and it'll be fun!"

The sun's rising because its bloody dawn and that damn rooster crows at the same time every day, leaving me disgruntled and annoyed.

But of course, I didn't have the energy to explain that to Wanda, so I simply shook my head and closed my eyes. "Maybe tomorrow, Wanda."

She suddenly leaned down, jolting me slightly and making me open my eyes. She was inches away from my face as she pouted.

"Not tomorrow, now!" she exclaimed loudly, before leaning forward and peppering kisses all over my face.

I sighed, keeping her stable by resting a hand on her waist, but not appreciating the fact that falling asleep would definitely be a challenge now.

"I love you, Wanda, but please keep it down," I said quietly, still not used to her energy so early in the morning.

"Tell me what I can do to wake you up," she said sternly, stopping kissing me and sitting upright again.

"Absolutely nothing, love."

"Oh? Nothing?"

I hummed and closed my eyes again, getting used to her weight on top of me and deciding I could probably fall back asleep if she was quiet long enough. Wishful thinking, of course.

Her fingers found mine and she slowly lifted my hand, putting it underneath her dress and on her thigh. I knew what she was doing – it was cute – but it wouldn't work.

Not even bothering to open my eyes, I said, "Wanda, darling, we've been together for three years. I am able to resist your charm, believe it or not."

"Really?" she asked challengingly, letting go of my hand and resting hers on my shoulders. "I don't believe you."

Before I could counter her with a response, she leaned down and began nibbling on my ear softly. It was a sensation I was familiar with, but I refused to let her get her way, so I ignored her stubbornly. She knew me too well though, as she let go of my ear and trailed kisses down my neck before sucking on the skin sensually. Admittedly, I was a lot more awake then I was thirty seconds ago, definitely aroused by the gorgeous woman on top of me, but she couldn't win this. Not when she was playing very unfairly.

"Wanda," I said with a warning tone, squeezing her thigh and signalling for her to stop.

I should have figured that would provoke her even more, as she manoeuvred herself so her knee was now pressing between my legs. I'm ashamed to admit that I gasped into her shoulder at the sudden pressure, and judging from the quiet laugh she let out, she was very much aware of the effect she had on me.

"I told you you couldn't resist," she said knowingly, raising her head from my neck so she could meet my eyes.

Hers were darkened with pleasure and mischievousness, darting to my lips. I glared at her.

"I really hate you."

She shook her head, tongue wetting her lips, as a playful smirk stared down at me. "No you don't. Now lose the nightdress, moya lyubov' (my love)."

I tried to retort, but she closed the gap between us, lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. I definitely didn't mind being woken up like this...

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After actually getting out of bed, I reluctantly agreed to go on a walk with Wanda, strolling around our premises and making the most of the countryside we lived in. As much as I didn't want to admit, I was glad she'd dragged me outside, since the morning stroll only made me appreciate our home more.

When we returned, Wanda went to her studio whilst I made us some tea in the kitchen, hoping to warm us up after the slight chill in the Autumn air. I joined her soon enough, smiling when I saw how involved she was with her work in no time. The studio was big enough for her to make a mess and it not seem so messy since it was spacious enough. I shouldn't have expected any different – Wanda couldn't tidy up to save her life.

"One day I'm going trip over your things," I announced as I stepped over some loose materials by the door, teacup and saucer in hand.

She chuckled, though her attention was still on her painting. "When that day finally comes, I'll clean up. Promise."

"Of course," I muttered sarcastically.

I stopped behind her and studied the painting she was working on. It was a close-up of a flower bed, with intricate details being put in the flowers themselves and ladybirds flying around. Wanda sensed my presence and accepted the tea from my hand, smiling at me gratefully before blowing on it to cool it down.

"Is this that commission you got last week?" I asked curiously.

She nodded, unaware of the paint streaks on her face. I rested a hand on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling at how adorable she was.

"The guy is paying double for me to put twelve ladybirds in the painting," she explained with amusement. "He wants to be able to count every single one."

I snorted with laughter. "Wow. That's very strange."

She shrugged, though I knew she was thinking the same. "A commission's a commission... is it evil if I only put eleven in?"

I laughed, nodding. She glanced up at me with a bright smile on her lips.

"It's very evil," I told her, before squeezing her shoulder.

She grabbed my hand on her shoulder, holding it comfortingly. "D'you want to do some gardening later?"

"Sure. I've just gotta do some work on my manuscript first. The writer's block is real."

"Of course," she said, giving me a knowing look. "Best-selling authors don't just become best-selling authors without putting in the work."

I rolled my eyes at her comment, but a smile played on my lips. "I'm leaving now."

She chuckled and I pressed a kiss to her cheek, trying not to get paint on my lips.

"Good luck with the writing," she said as I began to leave.

"And you with the painting," I called back.

Today was nothing special – probably a regular day when it came to Wanda and I's lives – but it made me smile. If the past three years had taught me anything, it was to be grateful for the mundane.

After Wanda broke things off with Y/B/N, it took a while for both of our families to recuperate. In their eyes, Y/B/N had broken things off because he wasn't interested in Wanda anymore, hence our parents' reaction. And Wanda's parents were upset because they believed it was her fault that Y/B/N wasn't interested, hence their reaction.

Our relationship with the Maximoffs was inescapable though, since Y/B/N and I were authors of theirs, so we had to mend what was broken. The only person who knew the truth about Wanda breaking it off with Y/B/N, apart from me and him, was Pietro. He didn't know why, but he knew that it was Wanda's choice.

After things calmed down between our families and everybody's anger had faded, around about the time that my second book was released, I'd saved enough money from the sales to buy a place of my own. With my father's help, I was able to buy a cottage in the countryside – the perfect place for privacy and to do my writing.

It was surprising that I got help from my dad, since I half expected him to be against the idea. But he was so proud of me for achieving all I had that he was happy to help. So, I got my own place and the first thing I did was invite Wanda to live with me. Nobody really saw it as more than two friends living together, especially since Wanda had started selling her paintings under a male pseudonym. Her parents were only reluctant because they wanted her to get married, but after she told them that she didn't want to and stood her ground, they left her alone.

I think they realised that they couldn't exactly stop her, and if they tried to, they'd lose their daughter in the process. So, to Wanda and I's excitement, we were moving in together...

"Are we there yet?" Wanda asked for the millionth time.

"Terpeniye (patience)," I told her, and felt her smile beneath my hands that were covering her eyes.

"Nice pronunciation," she commented, and I couldn't tell if she was teasing or not.

We finally stopped before the cottage and I was buzzing with excitement. I'd chosen it with Wanda in mind, a surprise for her, since I knew she'd only ever wanted to live in a place like this. What better way to give her that then now with me?

"Okay, this is it," I announced, removing my hands from her face.

I stepped beside her, leaning forward to see her reaction. She was raising her eyebrows with surprise, taking in the appearance of the front of the cottage. It was in a lovely field with tall trees and colourful flowers surrounding it. Vines had overgrown the bricks, but it looked stunning and I hoped Wanda would think the same.

Her lips curved upwards into a grin of disbelief. "This is it? This is ours?"

I pulled the key from my pocket and held it out towards her. "It is. All ours."

She laughed wholeheartedly, jumping up with excitement before grabbing the key and pulling me into a hug. I laughed alongside her, returning the hug, before pressing a kiss to her cheek and motioning to the door.

"Do the honours and I'll show you around," I told her with a smile.

She was practically beaming as she moved to the door, opening it. Her excitement only intensified when she saw the living-room it extended into, a large fireplace in the centre of the back wall and the furniture already in place.

"We can change the décor," I told her as I showed her around. "This came with the place, but we can change it up to however we want."

"I love it."

I intertwined our fingers, admiring the sparkle of delight in her blue eyes as she looked around the place eagerly. That was the look that made this whole thing worth it.

"You've not even see the best bit," I said, before tugging her into the hallway. "There's a kitchen and our bedroom and of course, a study for me, but this is the bit I know you'll love."

She watched with curiosity but allowed me to skip the other rooms and show her the room that I envisioned as her art studio. It was a spacious room, filled with random, old furniture from the previous owners, but I ignored it and stepped further inside, facing Wanda.

"This can be your studio!" I exclaimed, motioning around me. "Look, here can be where your desk can be." I pointed to the left wall, the space in front of it. "You can get some shelves put here for your supplies. And here–" I pointed to the space before the window at the back, "–is where you can paint on your easels. The natural light will be perfect!"

She followed my every move, hanging onto my every word, and nodded along with a joyful expression.

"I can't believe you've already thought about it," she admitted.

"Come here," I said, waving my hand for her to join me. She did and I wrapped an arm around her waist, stopping before the window. "You see that?"

"The perfect view," she realised, eyes wide as they took in the view of the garden, which I planned to show her next. "It's beautiful."

"You can paint everything there," I said with a nod. "The trees. The flowers. And this place isn't far from the train station, so we can take some day trips, too."

She leaned into my side gratefully. "Y/N, I love it. All of it."

My heart fluttered as she said that, it being all I wanted to hear.

"We can also get the coop for the chickens you wanted," I reminded her, before pointing out the window. "Right there. We'll get fresh eggs and they're cute – what's not to love?"

She pulled apart, arms still laced around me, and I waited to see what she thought. Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight coming from the window, matching the smile on her lips. Then she moved forward quickly, kissing me hard and leaving me no chance to react before she pulled away.

"I have no words," she said softly, caressing my cheek. "I'm so grateful."

My face was warm as I smiled shyly. "I'm glad. You know I'd do anything for you."

Her smile widened as she leaned in again. "Thank you."

Moving in with her was the best thing to happen to me, and my dream of being published had come true, so that was saying a lot. We both knew we could never get married and be together in public, but this was the next best thing. We had our own little slice of heaven to merely be, and it was perfect. She could paint as much as she liked and I could write as much as I liked, the two of us making a living and not having to rely on husbands we didn't love.

The only people who knew about the truth of our relationship was Steve. I knew I could never trust my family with the truth, knowing liking women was very different to becoming a writer. So, I was content with them living in denial about why Wanda and I lived together. Wanda was the same with her parents, but it was a few months into moving in when she decided she wanted to tell Pietro.

I was obviously hesitant, since Pietro was a standup guy, the reason I was even as successful as I was, but I wasn't sure if he'd be okay with discovering his sister liked women and I was the one she was with. Wanda was certain he'd understand though, since he was her twin and would only want the best for her. Plus, according to her, he loved me, so he wouldn't have a problem with it.

He was her twin at the end of the day, and nobody knew him better than her, so I trusted her to tell him and decided we could do it at dinner, inviting both him, Steve and Peggy over. Peggy didn't know about Wanda and I either, but I wanted to tell her, so we decided to do it together...

"We've been here three times and it still makes me jealous how peaceful it is," Peggy complimented as the five of us sat around the kitchen table. "No annoying neighbours. No nosy townspeople. It's perfect."

"Thank you," Wanda said with a friendly smile. "That's why we love it, too."

"Are you all finished?" I asked, standing up to grab mine and Wanda's plates.

"Oh, please, let me help," Pietro offered, about to stand up, but I shook my head.

"It's okay, I've got it," I politely declined, before stacking the plates together to take to the sink.

I glanced at Wanda and she gave me a knowing look before clearing her throat and looking to her brother.

"Piet, can you help me with something in my studio?" she asked him casually. "There's a lightbulb I can't quite reach."

He nodded and wiped his face with his napkin. "Er, sure." He looked to everyone else. "If you'll excuse me."

The two of them left the kitchen, leaving me with Steve and Peggy. I distracted myself with putting the plates in the sink before popping the kettle on, knowing they'd want tea.

"Dinner was lovely, Y/N, thank you for tonight," Steve started, easing the tension he knew I was feeling. I'd told him my intentions before inviting them and he was completely okay with the idea. "You and Wanda seem to be more and more comfortable every time we come here."

I leaned against the counter as I smiled gratefully at him, knowing he was giving me an opening to tell Peggy the truth.

"Yeah, we are," I said, eyes flickering to Peggy's as she watched on with interest. "We, er..."

My mouth went dry as the words I'd practiced in the mirror this morning escaped me. I'd only ever told Steve about Wanda and I, and that was by accident. I knew Peggy wouldn't judge me, but it was still terrifying to admit.

"Y/N, sweetie, are you okay?" Peggy asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, sorry..." I just had to say it. No more overthinking. "Wanda and I are together. As more than more friends. I'm in love with her."

Peggy raised her brows with surprise, barely believing it, but then she glanced at Steve and knew I was being serious. I let out a breath of relief, glad that I'd finally said it.

She stood up from her seat and I was half-afraid she'd leave altogether, but she didn't. She walked to me and pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me gently.

"Thank you for trusting me with such an important thing," she said, pulling away and smiling at me gently. "I guess it makes sense. You both compliment each other well and make each other happy. It's beautiful to see."

"Thank you," I said, returning her smile. "That means a lot coming from you."

She nodded and glanced at her husband. "I take it Steve already knew."

He raised his hands in defence. "Hey, I basically figured it out myself!"

She rolled her eyes playfully and I couldn't help but laugh.

"He did," I backed him up. "And he was the only person to know, so I owe him a lot. He gave me the support I wanted when I had nobody else."

Peggy smiled endearingly at Steve before looking to me with kind eyes. "Well, now you're not alone. You have me, too."

"I know. I'm glad."

"Does anybody else know? Or is it just Steve and I?" she asked hesitantly.

"Just you two," I explained. "My family would never understand. Especially with Wanda and her history with my brother. Same with her family. But she's actually telling Pietro about us now. I can only hope he'll take it well."

Peggy was certain as she said, "I'm sure he will."

I made tea for all of us and joined Peggy and Steve at the table as we waited for the Maximoff twins' return. Eventually, Wanda returned with her brother in tow and judging by the smile on her face, I could only hope it went well. Though I noticed the tear streaks on her cheeks and joined her side with mild concern.

"Are you okay?" I asked, grabbing her hand, but I didn't get chance to hear a response as I felt myself being lifted off the ground.

"Y/N!" Pietro exclaimed in my ear, hugging me from behind. "Welcome to the family, sestra (sister)!"

He set me down and stepped beside his sister, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and tugging her close. A grin was directed my way as Wanda's cheeks dusted pink. She was glowing with happiness, her brother's opinion mattering the most, and it warmed my heart to witness.

"I see things went well," I noticed, before smiling at Pietro. "Thank you, Pietro. It means a lot to have your support. Though you know this doesn't make me your sister, right?"

"Yet," he pointed out, making me sigh. "You know, I always suspected you had the hots for my sister, but I could never be sure."

Now it was my turn to flush with embarrassment, especially when Steve and Peggy laughed from the sidelines.

"Wanda's happiness is all that matters to me," he continued, looking to his sister with a genuine smile. "I'm glad she picked the right Y/L/N."

I chuckled awkwardly, eyes falling to a nervous Wanda. "Me and you both, mate." He laughed, patting me on the back, and I gave him an appreciative nod. "Seriously, though, thank you, Pietro. Your approval means a lot."

"No problem," he said with a shrug. "I'm always here if you need me."

"As are we," Peggy added, before looking to Wanda. "Both of you. Anything you need, ever, just let us know. It's what we're here for."

"Thank you," Wanda said for both of us, and when she looked my way, I knew she was thinking the same thing I was.

We were lucky that the most important people in our lives knew the truth about us and were supportive. We couldn't have asked for anything more.

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As promised, after spending the morning on my manuscript and Wanda with her commission, we went into the garden to do some gardening. And by we, I meant I was doing it as she attempted to help out beside me.

"Hey, I think there's something stuck here," Wanda said, fingers stuck in a pot of soil.

"Then pull it out," I said like it was obvious, trying not to laugh.

I continued to rake the plant beds before me so I could eventually plant some vegetable seeds when Wanda's adamant voice spoke up again.

"I think you should check it out, Y/N, I can't seem to get it."

"Wanda..."

"Come on!" she insisted, and I sighed dramatically before dropping my rake and heading towards her.

Kneeling down beside her, I took a peek in the plant pot and put my hand in, rooting around until my fingers found something metal.

"It seems to be a ring," I realised, pulling it out and dusting the soil off it. "Maybe the suppliers of the soil dropped it in accidentally. Or maybe a bird dropped it in the pot without you realising..." I chewed on my lip with thought. "Huh. Well, here you go."

I gave it back to Wanda and prepared myself to stand back up, but Wanda groaned and facepalmed.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" I asked with an amused smile.

She looked up at me through parted fingers. "It's my ring."

"How many times have I told you to stop wearing rings when we're gardening?!" I said questioningly, shaking my head. "Stuff like this always happens!"

She rolled her eyes and looked up to the sky. "Why am I in love with an idiot?"

"Wanda–"

"It's for you," she said, holding out the ring.

I furrowed my brows. "Well, why didn't you just– wait." My eyes widened as I realised what she was implying, feeling stupid for not realising sooner. "Is this– are you– huh?"

Wanda swallowed nervously before clutching the ring tightly and meeting my gaze. "I've been in love with you for a long time, you know that," she said softly, her accent thick with emotion. "The time we've spent here in our little safe haven has been the best of my life. And I... I know we live in a world that won't let us be together. But that hasn't stopped us."

My heart was hammering in my chest as Wanda offered me a small, nervous smile. We'd never talked about marriage since we were so content in our little bubble, but clearly she'd thought about it without me knowing. I guess I had, too. But I never expected either of us to do anything about it.

"I know we can never really be married, but what is marriage if not a union between two people who are in love anyway? I mean, we basically already have that." She snickered to ease her nerves, then licked her lips shakily, eyes tearing up. "I'm asking you to marry me and if you say yes, I'll know you're my wife and that's all that'll matter... so Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?"

I didn't even need to think about it. Wanda was the love of my life and just like she'd said, the past three years had been the best. We could never truly be married in the eyes of the world, but she'd be my wife and that would be enough. She'd always be enough.

"Of course I will, Wanda," I answered, tears of happiness slipping from my eyes.

She raised her eyebrows. "Yes? You said yes?"

I laughed, nodding, and leaned forward to kiss her. She returned the favour, salty tears mingling between our lips, but it didn't matter because she was going to be my wife and that's all I could think about.

Our smiles broke the kiss and I wiped her tears away with my thumb before pressing another kiss to her lips.

"Here, let me put this on you," she said between laughter, hands fumbling as she tried to find mine.

I put out my hand and let her slide the ring on my finger. It was a simple silver band with a small, elegant gemstone sat on top, perfect for someone like me who didn't like anything too flashy.

"It's beautiful, Wanda, thank you," I said, smiling through my tears.

"I've been wanting to ask you for a while, but I wasn't sure you'd say yes," she admitted.

"Are you joking? Why wouldn't I?" I asked with an exploding happiness in my chest. "I'm so bloody in love with you, Wanda Maximoff."

She laced our fingers together as she nodded in agreement. "That's good. Because I'm in love with you, too."

And when she said that, it wasn't unlike anything she'd told me before. If she wasn't telling me she loved me, she was showing me in all sorts of ways. But this was different... this was the first time she'd told me as my fiancé. And then she'd soon be my wife. And it made me realise.

I'd spent so long thinking that if we were in a different life, we could have had it all. But we were getting it all now, so maybe, just maybe, this wasn't the wrong lifetime after all.

FIN.

[imaginarypeteel]

Really Kal?

Kal Sharma x reader

Warning: Cussing, spoilers

Word count: 2k

You were waiting for Kal and Dru to reach the school impatiently. You had been sick for some time and were utterly creeped out already. This girl who was walking to school in front of you suddenly froze. She didn't respond when you asked if she's okay and few seconds after, just kept walking forward like nothing. Not to mention Regan was standing and guarding like a hawk.

You raised your brow as you saw Kal riding his bike faster than ever. He did a dramatic brake near you. "Y/n!" he called, smiling.

"Kal, what the hell? Why are you cycling so fast? Actually how are you cycling so fast? And where's Dru?" the boy's face dropped at your last question but he wiped it off quickly.

"Yeah, i wanna know too, where is Dru?"

asked Chloe as she ran over from her place beside Regan.

Once again, the grin that made you want to smile oh so stupidly fell and he clicked his tongue. "i don't know, probably in the library," he replied.

"Try the library!" yelled the ginger to the 'leader.'

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her action, Kal seemed annoyed as well.

"Anyway, I have been working out. Ya like it?" he grinned like a shit fox, placing his bike away and flexing his arms a bit.

"Yeah, sure, you became Usain Bolt within the few days, i was away. What's going on? Everyone's so weird and haven't even had one class yet."

"Heh, but it is true. I’ll tell you soon. It's nice to see you're okay now Y/n," the Hindi Aussie boy smiled and stepped to your side, awkwardly hugging you.

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"Y/n! You're back! Did you do the dental...thing the school had?" Dru asked as he dashed into the classroom.

"Uh no, my mum didn't allow it, remember? I went to the dentist last week."

Dru's eyes grew wide. "Oh no, listen. Just act like everyone else but get out of here as quickly as possible," the glassed boy rushed out quietly. You slowly nodded, not understanding what he meant but trusting your best friend regardless. He isn't one to make you skip school for no reason. You glanced at his twin who suddenly froze like the girl today and sat in a robot like way. Among others who did the same. By instinct, you mimicked their behaviour and awkwardly lip synched the Mandarin phrase. There was some Chinese boy in front of the classroom who was shifting his eyes around, they widened as his gaze met Dru and yours but he stayed put.

Miss Biggs introduced the Chinese boy before he started asking math questions in Mandarin. You started to sweat a bit, even more so when all of the others answered correctly with perfect pronunciation. What the hell? I thought they all sucked at Mandarin. You thanked Gods of all religions when Dru answered wrongly because now you won't be a complete loser if you're asked.

Luckily you weren’t.

When class ended, you tried to hide between the brothers and managed to slip past teachers long enough to get outside.

"Y/n, Dru, see you," said Jiao as he walked past. Both you and Dru stared after him confusion while Kal pulled you closer to him.

"What does he mean 'see you'. What the fuck is going on?" you grumbled upsetly and rubbed your ear, slightly distancing yourself from the more athletic one of the two.

"We'll explain soon, for now just go to the sewers, you'll be safe there," Dru rushed out as he looked around nervously. You glared at him for his order to go to the sewers but decided to surrender and just trust him.

"Miss Y/n L/n!" called a voice with clearly high authority.

You froze, as did the twins. Though the thing that went unnoticed by you was how Kal slid a bit closer to you protectively. "Yes Miss Biggs?" you smiled crookedly. "Can i help you?"

"You haven't done the dental checkup yet, come with me," she ordered with a sickly sweet smile.

Your eyes widened as you noticed the twins tense a bit. What the hell? "Uh you see, i already had an appointment with my dentist last week," you laughed awkwardly. The ginger woman didn't seem happy with your response.

"Everyone has to do it. Now come to the nurse's office with me, please." Her eyes were a bit slit and you could tell she was getting frustrated.

"Okay, i just need to go to the bathroom first," you excused yourself with a smile.

"You can hold it, the checkup won't be long," she hissed out, stopping you.'

"I'm afraid I can't hold my period. You should know that," you replied politely but anyone could tell you yourself were embarrassed. She can't deny this excuse.

"Fine," spoke the woman as she saw she was defeated.

You hurried to the bathroom, the twins after you. "Y/n!" called Dru when you were almost at the bathroom door. You looked up at him in confusion. "Get rid of your phone as well. Be completely off any radars," you nodded slowly and switched your gaze towards the other brother. Kal smiled at you, a bit sadly you would say.

You entered the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind yourself. You took a deep breath in before walking to the window in the  bathroom. You opened it and climbed outside, slightly hissing as you landed badly on the grass outside. Regardless you started to walk towards the area you knew a huge opening to the sewers was. The wonders of having a little suspicious friends who can't help but be attracted to smoking at the weirdest places. Those friends not being Kal and Dru. At least you hoped so.

On your way there, you snagged a pair of sweatpants from someone's yard that were out drying. You do not plan on sitting in sewers in that stupid uniform skirt. You bought a hot dog and some snacks from a food truck with cash of course.

You slipped past the metal bars guarding the sewers, cussing when your ass got a bit stuck and you had to squeeze it through. The stench of the sewers was disgusting but you tried to ignore it and find a place you could comfortably change your clothes at. You felt your feet getting stuck behind something before an alarm that almost scared you to death blew across the tunnels. You jumped and then froze, e/c eyes wide. "Holy fuck! I am so gonna kill the dickhead who put this shit here." You stepped over the alarm triggering line and kept walking. The sounds had shut off.

You put a chewie in your mouth since you were getting bored just walking and getting lost in the stinky tunnels. Now that you think of it, you should've left a sign for the boys to find you. You cuss as you turn around to go back a bit and stay closer to the entrance but then, you were grabbed and a bag was put over your head. "OH WHAT THE HELL?! BUGGER OFF DICKHEADS! YOU FUCKEN' SLAGS, LET ME GO!" you yelled, thrashing around but it wasn't much use.

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You glared at the three girls and the guy who were keeping you here. "Can i at least go change out of this skirt to the sweatpants?" you asked upsetly. They exchanged looks with each other before nodding. You stand up and walk to a corner in their little hideout, they too gave you a bit privacy. It was weird to change but you sighed in relief when instead of the skirt, comfortable sweatpants were hugging your lower body. Even if they weren't your own. "Alright. Fine. I'm Y/n, what's your names?" you asked as you sat back down on your former place. They communicated in silence with each other again which made you sigh. "Look, i have no clue what's going either. I'm just here because my two mates told me to come here, so the school wouldn't do this dental thing on me," you explained, rolling your eyes.

Their eyes widened, "Your mates, are their names Dru and Kal perhaps?" asked the girl with more Asian looks.

You narrowed your eyes at her words. "How do you know them? Whats going on anyway?"

"Ah, Y/n, i was hoping you'd find them," said a familiar voice from the mouth of the room or so. "Let me explain but first, here, Kal wanted you to have this," you closed your eyes as a black-and-white hoodie was thrown at your face. Kal's black-and-white hoodie. You took the hoodie to your hands and rose a brow in question. "I'll explain what's going on and you'll understand why he couldn't give it himself." The tan boy sat down beside you ans started explaining. "So..."

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"So what you're saying is that this company that wants to show themselves as child friendly kid helpers is actually enslaving all the kids and making them into robokids with an implant they put into jaws during that dental checkup?" you asked with a disbelieving face.

"I know it sounds crazy but you saw what the others were like today. Have you ever seen Kal learn a word of Mandarin?" That was true, you had never seen Kal learn anything except new ways to piss Dru off.

"Fair, okay, i get it. What will you tell my parents though?" you asked, chewing your lip.

Dru looked at you with sad eyes, "For now, nothing." Fuck.

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You stared at the walkie talkie with teary eyes as you listened to how Kal was speaking with Regan. You looked down sadly. These implants were really changing him. Dru had ranted to you before on how much he had changed ever since he became an Elite. You thought before that it was just the twins getting annoyed of being with each other all the time but now you could see what he was talking about.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it," said Jacob as you leaned your head against Dru's arm sadly.

I want my Kal back. You thought as you closed your eyes and a single tear escaped your eye.

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Kal tongued his cheeks as you once again escaped from interaction with him. The only contact the two of you had done was when he had fallen on you in the tunnels because he was close to losing consciousness. After that, nothing. You had stayed behind to watch over Regan with Kymara and now you were all out and this part of the mission to take GCI was done.

"Y/n," he said firmly. You froze and turned towards him, avoiding eye contact. "Why are you avoiding me?"

You gulped and your eyes met with his chocolate ones for a moment and you were surprised to see the sadness and angst in them. "We heard you, I heard you," you replied quietly.

"What do you mean? What did you hear?" he questioned nervously, hoping and praying that it wasn't what he thought it is.

"With Regan, this Eliteness has gotten to your head, Kal. I mean, you were a dickhead before but you were my dickhead, the one i knew i could trust with my life. The one who traded spots with his brother because he was afraid of something. The one who despite being a jocky like asshole helped others regardless of their status. Now you're just, just..." you pressed our lips in a tight line and turned away. "I'm sorry you're just, I just..." you stopped talking completely and walked ahead without another word, following the rest of the Unlisted. The implanted twin stared after you sadly.

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You and Dru caught Kal as he fell after the device was destroyed, you hissed at the pressure your injured arm was put under. While trying to stop Kal from chasing after his brother, he had roughly pushed you against the stone wall, a sharper point in it tearing an ugly wound on your arm that you had shielded your head with. It was probably infected by now.

"Ow, my head," groaned the boy who was just released from the control of Emma Ainsworth's despicable gadget. He tried to stand up by himself but wobbled right back into your embrace.

"Kal! Relax, you can lean against us. We'll help you. I promise," you said softly. He smiled shakily and rolled his head against your neck, still conscious but weak. His soft yet hot breaths against your skin made you turn a bit red but you ignored it. The two of you helped him outside where Dadi and rest of the Sharmas were waiting for you.

"My little wombats!" she exclaimed and came running over, engulfing the three of you in a tight hug, you squeezed your eyes shut in pain. "Kal, are you okay? What about you Dru? And you Y/n, are you okay?" she gasped as she saw your arm. "Your arm!"

You ran towards the bathroom after you had heard Kal scream like a little girl. "Kal! Are you okay? What happened? Open the door!" you rushed out. The door opened and your friend stood there like he had seen a ghost. He looked at you dead in the eye as he pointed at something with shaky hands. You frowned and slipped into the bathroom, trying to ignore that he had been in the middle of a shower and just had a towel wrapped around his waist. And then you saw the problem. "Really Kal? You have lived in Australia your whole life and you're afraid of a huntsman? Really?" you shook your head. "By the way, this is Bobby, he is our bathroom spider, if you see one at the toilet, then that's Ronald, our toilet spider."

At his Dadi's words, the former Elite rose his head from its place on your shoulder. "What's with your arm?" he croaked out, searching for the source of the problem. His eyes widened as his gaze came across the wound. "Woah, how did that- Did I do that?" the boy asked, guilt washing over his face. You bit your lip and nodded slowly. You felt bad as you saw the few tears starting to make their way down his cheeks. You gently put the hand of your injured arm on the Hindi Aussie's handsome face, "Hey, you weren't in control. It was Emma Ainsworth, okay? You couldn't've been able to control this dog's breakfast okay? I don't blame you, i blame that slagger who was in a serious need of a wristy," you chuckled as did Kal. "We'll talk more but first we both need a checkup.

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"You have two of these things?!" he squeaked out, shuffling further from the arachnid on the mirror. You nodded. "When we get our own place and start living together, you and I are gonna have a talk on this," he said, not realizing what words exactly he had let out of his mouth.

"Oh? You think we're gonna live together?" you smirked, turning your body away from Bobby and towards the handsome bloke with that amazing fluffy hair.

Kal's eyes widened as he realized what he has spoken out and he averted his gaze. "I-I mean uh, I," he stumbled over his words, getting tongue tied and in turn, becoming even more nervous.

"Heh, why not but we'll talk about it after you get some clothes on," you laughed, walking back out. The raven headed boy twisted his face in confusion at your words and looked down before realizing what you meant and hiding himself away.

You were on the couch, trying to choose a movie you could watch. You gave up on the adult and teen account and switched to the kids one. You heard laughing behind you and grumbled. "Ever the mature Y/n, i see." Kal plopped down beside you and 'sneakily' let his arm stretch out behind your shoulders.

"These," you pointed at the TV, "are far more interesting than those 'mature' ones," you argued.

The boy smiled at you quietly, letting you choose anything you want.

Carmen Sandiego

"Le Chevre and El Topo should just kiss already, they're so cute," you squealed as another scene with the two came up.

"Hey Y/n, do you think we would look cute together?" asked your favourite of the two after your words.

You looked up at him, the two of you had cuddled closer during the series binge. The handsome boy had a serious face on as he stared back at you. You smiled and booped his nose, "Of course we would. Do you want to look cute together?" you replied, ignoring how Carmen was beating the fuck out of the A.C.M.E A agents.

Kal grinned cutely. "I do, I really really do."

[cheekygreenty]

Little Witch - Part 14

The Darkling x Reader

You felt fine after dinner, the food quickly replenishing your dwindled physique, but you didn't go back to work. You took Aleksander's advice and took the rest of the day to rest and take your mind off the countless tasks you had. There was one thing you needed to do though and that was thank Zoya for today.

She didn't have to do any of it, in fact, you believed she hated you from the minute you interrupted Aleksander's meeting. You were told by a servant she was out training Inferni's and so you made your way down to the Etherialki training grounds. She stood there, the image of a goddess. Her dark hair fell down her blue kefta in defined curls, collecting small snowflakes.

There was no indication she'd been involved in a deadly attack a mere 4 hours ago. Saints, I think I have a crush on Zoya. Nevertheless, you walked over to her, calling out her name to grab her attention.

'Deputy, how are you feeling?' She looked worried yet relieved to see you standing in front of her on both of your legs.

'Y/N will do Zoya.'

'Alright then'

'Thank you for today. I don't know what came over me.'

'We all have our moments. Some of us just hide them better' You couldn't tell whether that was a dig at you or not.

'You're an amazing soldier Zoya. I'm very impressed'

'Well I didn't just sleep my way to the top if that's what you're implying.' She turned her addicting gaze away from you, studying the young Infernis.

'I beg your pardon?' You were taken aback.

'How's your leg?' She tried to change the topic but you weren't ready to.

'What do you mean Zoya, spit it out.'

'You know what I mean Y/N.' Why was she avoiding the conversation if she brought it up in the first place?

'Are you and Gener-' Is this another thing he had lied to me about? You vaguely remember thinking the two had been involved when you seen them in the same room but it passed quickly, surely he would have told you, especially if it was with one of his most trusted Grisha? The thought was another painful blow to your gut. They just kept on coming. You couldn't finish your sentence for she already answered it.

'No.'

'Zoya'

'Not anymore... Alina is here now' The strong feisty woman was gone now, in her place was a hurt and rejected woman. You were old enough to see it, you had been her before, hell you were her now. You looked at her striking beauty, thought about her incredible skills, and then stupidly compared yourself to her. If he rejected her, you're next. Your silence must have comforted her more than words could, for she shrugged her shoulders and said

'He keeps saying she's his equal, the day to his night' His equal. That's what Alina said.

'You don't need anyone Zoya. I can promise you you'll amount to great things on your own.' Despite the hurt you felt, you focused on her.

'Well as of right now I'm stuck to skiff trips and when you request me' You eyed her inquisitively 'Our dear General's doings.' she admitted.

'What gave you such an honor' you teased.

'I got into a riff with the precious Sun-Summoner after she vexed me.' She shut her eyes tightly as if trying to forget the memory.

'She doesn't strike me as the vexing type-' Your conversation was quickly interrupted when an Inferni accidentally set alight more than just the mannequin and Zoya scrambled to put it out, scolding the boy in the process.

'I'll leave you to it then'

You walked away, hurt and on the verge of tears. You needed to speak to Aleksander, you were sick of him lying to you but you were even more tired of feeling that severe urge to cry every time you thought about him. You came here to do your job and to show everyone you had your powers under control, yet all you've done so far is the opposite. Saints be damned you would walk away from your position because of a complicated relationship, you were better than that. But you also recognized that if you confronted Aleksander about all of this, he would either have to tell you about his plans for Alina or lie again, and you knew he would lie. It was a vicious cycle, one that wouldn't end. It was heartbreaking knowing that the man who claimed to never stop loving you could lie to you so easily.

You were right to question your trust in him, he never gave you a reason not to.

***

He was sitting at his desk, back turned towards you. You hesitated, the thought of running out the door and locking yourself in your room sounding pretty attractive. Maybe a good cry will fix this.

'Y/N I thought I told you to rest' He spoke calmly, his hand never dropping the pen. You shut the doors, not wanting the guards outside to hear what you were about to say. This made him turn around.

'We need to talk'

He dropped the pen and paper and stood up, indicating he was all ears. You glued your eyes to his knowing your vulnerability peeked through but you didn't care to hide it.

'What are your plans for me, Aleksander?'

He cocked his head to the side, confused. 'What?'

'Why keep me around when Alina is here?'

You were never the jealous kind, but you came to realize this wasn't jealousy. It was disappointment and aching after being away from him for almost a century. You had built up this life in your head, one where everything was perfect and Aleksander hadn't changed but you raised the bar too high. The bad parts of Aleksander faded away with each year and the best parts of him enhanced in your mind. You had forgotten what he was truly like, plus coming to terms with the fact that he lived a seemingly happy life while you were gone stung a bit too. With each day, the disappointment turned into hurt and anger.

'Y/N I already told you, I have a plan.'

'So you expect me to watch you and Alina fawn over each other while I stay in the shadows being a dutiful Second in Command? I may be loyal but I'm not going to blindly follow along Aleksander, not anymore.' It's making me miserable.

His hands reached out for you but you moved away. 'You know I love you Y/N' He said as if the foolish statement would make your worries and anger melt away.

'Then act like it'

'It's not that simple.'

'It never is, is it?' You bitterly laughed. What's the point of loving somebody if you're not willing to do everything to make them stop hurting?

'Why won't you tell me?' Your voice was a whisper he barely registered. 'Do you not trust me? Cause I'll admit it right now, I may love you, but I don't trust you Aleksander.'

Your admission hit him like a pile of bricks. He was brought back to when you first met, your shaking body radiating hostility as you rode in the carriage with him. He tried to assure you you were safe, you were one of his Grisha now, but you were having none of it. You didn't trust anybody for months after you arrived in the Little Palace, especially him and right now, it was all back to square one.

'Have I really given you that many reasons to not trust me?' It had been so long since he had somebody to care for and love that he forgot how to act around you. Perhaps he was back to square one too.

'Yes. Your sly comments about killing the King and finding the stag, your relationship with Alina, even with Zoya- Aleksander you're lying to me every day and you think I'll still be compliant. I'm not the same Y/N you remember.'

'You know what I want Y/N. You've always known'

'I do, but I need to know how you're going to do it all. How can I be supportive when I don't know what the hell is going on around me. A goodnight kiss every now and then won't fix this if you're doing the same to somebody else'

'Is this what this is? Your way of saying I'm fucking my Sun-Summoner on the side?'

'I never said that. All I wanted to know was why I'm not in on the plan that's supposed to give us more power. Is it because I'm a loose cannon, are you scared of what I'll do if I won't agree with you?'

You were sure of one thing; while you were gone nobody dared to disagree with the Darkling and he had grown to get used to it. Power corrupts, resistance humbles.

Somehow you still held your composure, albeit it was difficult. Aleksander however, was losing his temperate demeanor. He was pacing the lengths of the room and his hand had brushed through his hair countless times, the image of someone who was backed into a corner they couldn't get out of.

'I haven't told you because I don't want you to get burned. If it goes wrong it would be good to have some of us not hanged for treason would it not?' Bullshit. He must've forgotten you had the power of a heartrenderer. Aleksander was lying right through his teeth.

'You and I both know that's not true. If history is any indication then they'll turn on all Grisha.'

'And you'll be here to make sure they don't.' He tried to reason but you let out a loud laugh.

'Up until 2 weeks ago you didn't even consider giving me my old post back, do you really expect me to believe you changed your strategy in a matter of days?'

He stayed silent and settled against his desk. His crossed arms showed he was in no mood to discuss any further but you weren't done. He was going to tell you everything whether he liked it or not. You were sick of being kept in the dark. You had your title of Deputy back now, yet you still had no idea what truly went on and had no real sway against the top-ranking Grisha who no doubt were in on the plans. Power corrupts, resistance humbles, and you were done being humbled.

'Aleksander don't make me force it out of you' As soon as the words left your mouth you tried to find some part of you that regretted them but came up empty-handed.

His head whipped around with whiplash speed. You could see the internal battle going on behind his eyes of whether you would actually make do on your threat. You didn't know whether it was empty or whether you actually would do it but it was tempting.

'You said you changed, but I don't think you did' He retorted, eyeing you up and down with a look of displeasure. The situation was a shift from the usual, this time he was the one losing control and spiraling whereas you were the perfect example of a calm before the storm. The Little Witch he had grown to love and worship.

'I'm stronger, I can be stronger. I am limitless' You prided yourself on the restraint you'd shown thus far. You were in a palace full of Grisha, of Healers, a Tailor, a Sun-Summoner yet you didn't make any moves to take anything. The old Y/N wouldn't hesitate to take what wasn't hers. Maybe that's why you would burn out, lose as you gained. This time you knew how to do it properly, how to be an Elemental who yielded it all.

'Your quench for power is contending mine, Sweet Y/N.' For the second time in your life, you saw fear in Aleksander's eyes. He always had a feeling you yearned to have a stronger grasp of the Second-Army and for so long, even now, you tried to lie to yourself and deny it. But deep down some voices always whispered 'it's only right to have a leader who represents them all'.

'Wrong. I already have it, I just need to use it.' You raised your hands slowly, showing him you meant what you said. I'm really doing this. Your heart dropped when his raised too. He's willing to hurt me to protect his lies.

'There's no going back from this' You felt weirdly ready. Although you had never used your Grisha powers against Aleksander in a fight, you had a hefty slice of hope in you that you could overpower him. You had what he had and more.

'Y/N stop this.'

'Why? So that you'll lie to me again? Make me the other woman? It's inevitable that it comes to this' Your heart picked up in speed as your breathing became rapid. The influx of power at your fingertips itched to get out and make itself useful and containing it was painful.

Shadows pooled on the ground and around your feet yet you didn't know who they belonged to. Technically they're all his, I just know how to control them.

Panic shot through you as you felt a tendril of the black nothingness grasp around your wrist. No. You let yourself go, snapping the shackle and mirroring it on him. He had never experienced cruelty at the hands of his own power until now and was completely powerless as the black restraints rendered him useless. You concentrated on his pulse, soothing it to its normal rate then into a slow hum, relaxing his mind. This all felt so wrong yet so right.

'I'm feeling merciful today. When you feel up to it, tell me everything, or else I promise I won't hesitate Aleksander. We're the same in that manner.'

You watched as he gathered himself, anger rising onto his face. His moves were rigid and stiff despite your previous soothing.

'Time is ticking' Before he could say another word, you left the defeated Darkling, instilled with a sudden sense of pride.

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Part 15

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Part 2:"What if he does...?" In which your nosy friend forces you to wonder if your best friend does like you back after all

Part 2. Posted on 6 May 2021.

Min Hyuk is at it again. After troubling you enough to make you lose a crucial 2 marks on your French final by bombarding you with questions about your crush/best friend, the infernal boy has now sat down in front of you with the look of an eager chipmunk and you just know your Media final is going to be in trouble. "No." You shake your head at him before he can speak. "I will not answer any other invasive questions you have, and you will go away."

"Oh come on, Y/n! Don't be that way!" he leans in closer, winking at you. "Besides, I think you'll love what I have to say today."

Now you're intrigued.

You groan, slumping in your eat, and the fork you're holding clatters onto your plate. "Just go away, Min Hyuk-aa." You're so tired, and you don't have the energy to deal with him anymore. it's been a week since Joo Hyuk spoke to you properly and you cannot help but feel miserable and guilty every time you see him. Guilty of what exactly? You don't know, but you feel it every time you pass by him, or see him around on campus.

What's more, he even updates his social media regularly now that he doesn't speak to you! You were always nagging him about being more open with people if he wanted to make friends, and now that he's mad at you and doesn't want to see you, he seems to be an open book, and you don't like it one bit.

"Just hear me out, and if you feel I don't make sense, I'll go away and I won't bother you ever again." Min Hyuk says, slightly frantic and you scoff at him, picking your fork up again to play with the food on your plate. "That's highly unlikely." "Stop playing with your food!" He grabs the fork and sets it down, forcing you to look at him. "What."

"I think, and try not to be too shocked by this, but I think he likes you back." The words hit you with such force, a gasp wrangles its way out of you, making you cough suddenly. Min Hyuk looks smug. "I told you not to be too shocked by it." He says, and you have never wanted to throw someone off the face of the earth as badly as you want to now.

"I'm not shocked, I'm amused." You say, once the coughing subsides. The tears in your eyes are blurring your vision enough to miss hitting his hand as you throw a tissue at him. "Do you think it's funny to mock me like that when you know how much I like him?" You demand, annoyed, and yes, furious that this jerk is having so much fun watching you pine after Joo Hyuk.

"No! No no, you got it all wrong!" Min Hyuk sounds and looks panicked. You roll your eyes. It's okay, you weren't going to get any studying done here today anyway. You could just go back home. Having made up your mind, you get up only to be forced to sit down again by Min Hyuk. "Just...let me ask you one question, and if you don't have a clear answer to it, you'll let me work this out with you, yeah?" You grunt something in reply, knowing he will ask something nonsensical and you will get your chance to smack him, because he will deserve it.

"Okay, has there ever been a time when you were so sure that you had his attention, but when you looked, you didn't?" The number of times you, your mum, your girl best friend Shi-Ah, heck even the bloody post man have asked you this question! You glare at Min Hyuk, temper running hot again. "Look, that happens everyday. And I knew you were just mocking me, you jerk! See if I agree to meet you again!"

"Wait! What if it was actually him looking at you but turning away at the last minute because you caught him?"

You laugh. Really, the nerve this boy has to talk this stupidly. "Listen, I think it's better for both our futures and grades if we stop being friends-"

"Omo, Y/n, just think for a second! Seriously!"

You roll your eyes but close them, wanting to recall every time you've looked at him in secret and been caught, almost like you want to find that no such moment exists where he was caught so you can have your vengeance with Min Hyuk. You're almost about to speak when you feel it. The beginnings of a memory faded away into the folds of all your memories with Joo Hyuk.

***

A blue room. And a bean bag. No, two bean bags. And you're sitting on one, listening to Taylor Swift's new album, and Joo Hyuk is sitting opposite you, eyes focused on the gaming console in his hands. You've given up trying to get his attention. Dramas and TV shows really are such lies, they make you think that looking happy while listening to something you love makes you attractive. That your crush will look at you in that moment and realize how much you mean to them as well. No, you realized long ago that such things only happen in dramas and TV shows.

Your eyes are closed, and you can only hear, feel and see Taylor and her music in your mind. The world fades away, and it's just her words and your feelings becoming a fumbling mess as she sings about heartbreak and unrequited love and your bitter thoughts go back to the boy sitting next to you. Why is he always in your thoughts? Why is he always there where you are? It makes it so difficult to move on, or heck, even to try to move on when he's everywhere, in everything you see. Every happy love song makes you wonder if you'd ever be able to have that with him. Every sad breakup song makes you bitter that you never got to be with anyone else and have a break up because you love Joo Hyuk so much you're worried you'll never be able to love anyone else that way ever again. Every book you read somehow ties you back to him, every movie you watch makes you think of whether he'd like it or not, and it's just...so fucking hard to breathe and not cry because you want him to like you back, you want it so bad you can almost taste the blood in your mouth and feel the pounding of your heart every time he's around.

As Taylor's music slowly fades away, you inch your eyes open, shocked to find your vision blurry with tears. But even through them, one thing is vivid. And that is Joo Hyuk. The sunlight makes his hair look like liquid caramel and you can see the dust flakes streaming around his head almost like a hollow. His eyes are on you, unblinking, unflinching, looking at you, head on his arms, the tenderest look in them, and the smudge of the black marker from the notepad he carries around with him always on his cheek. Your breath catches in your throat, your heart skips a few beats, and you just don't know what to think of anymore.

Is this the moment that changes everything between the two of you?

But then his eyes are moving to something behind you, and almost like a physical blow to your chest you breathe out raggedly, turn around and see the poster he loves more than anything else: the poster of his role model and most favorite person in the world. And that's when you realize he wasn't looking at you at all.

***

With a sharp breath you blink your eyes open to see Min Hyuk smirking at you. "See, I knew you'd have one such instance." He gloats, making you want to actually push him off his chair. You are never one to resort to violence, but he deserves it. "I have none." You say, your voice unstable because you're still feeling the adrenaline rush from believing Joo Hyuk's eyes were on you. "Lies." Min Hyuk crows, eyes gleaming. "Tell me what happened. I can assure you, it wasn't what it was."

And you recount the horror tale to him, feel your annoyance grow as he grows more and more smug with each passing minute. "I knew it!" he pumps a fist into the air, attracting unnecessary attention (as if that's something new when you're with him) and waves a finger at you. "And you are so dumb that you actually believed he wasn't looking at you."

"Which hospital was it that you escaped from again, Min Hyuk? I can call them and tell them you're here so they can come and take you away." You bat your eyelashes at him sweetly, making him grin wider. "Nah, nah. I'm telling you, he was looking at you. Not the poster."

You scoff, about to reply scathingly, but he silences you with a loud shush! "Listen to me Y/n, I can tell you, from experience, that the whole moved-his-eyes thing was a last minute panic move because he didn't want you to realize he was looking at you the whole time you were listening to your music. Heck, the dude was probably even going 'She's cute' internally."

"Min Hyuk you jerk I really ought to just throw you to the sharks in the ocean-"

"No, you dumbass. I am a 100% sure he was looking at you, not the poster. Think about it, what did he say when you opened your eyes?"

"Uh..." the question throws you off course, "Something about how he was excited to listen to Taylor's new album after I was finished listening to it?"

"Yeah, see, point proven."

"The point being that you're stupid and talk with your foot in your mouth? I agree, wholeheartedly."

"The point being that he saw how happy you were listening to it, probably took note of which song you were on and would go listen to it later so he could do something with that information for you later on."

"No way!" You laugh, completely convinced Min Hyuk has lost his marbles. "But wait-" Another memory comes running, and it shuts you up. "That year...for my birthday-"

"Mm-hmm?" Min Hyuk is gloating again.

"He...he gave me a knitted sweatshirt. He made it himself."

"Aaand?" You have never seen a smile as big as the one Min Hyuk is wearing on his face right now.

"And it had lyrics from my favourite song from that album on it. The song I was listening to when he...when he..."

"I KNEW IT!" Min Hyuk slams his fist on the table, so giddy that it makes you flinch. "No way, he couldn't actually...?"

"Alright, calm down Min Hyuk." He mutters, fanning himself lightly. "But wait- how did you know something like this could happen?" You demand. "Are you like some relationship expert or something?"

"Sweetheart." Min Hyuk leans closer, his voice a whisper and his smirk too proud. "You don't have to be an expert to know that he likes you...since he has been looking at you ever since you walked in here today." He subtly nods in the direction of his left, and breathing becomes too difficult for you.

Because he's right.

Joo Hyuk's sitting right there, and his gaze is trained on you. And this time he doesn't look away.

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A/N: that was a ... wild one to write. BRB, gotta calm myself tf down. :'D

You can find part 1 and part 3 here!

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the art of bribing. 👼

maknae line toddlers au! in which u and your husband chan have three children :)

note: hi, it's been a while but i'm back i guess??? i started this a month ago and only got to finish it today. i've been super busy with school and personal life, and i've also been streaming and voting a lot for the boys +_+ anyways i hope u enjoy this one heehee

“come on, drama llama.”

“no!!!” your five-year-old wriggled on your arms, a seemingly permanent frown present on his face. “i don’t like baths!”

in full contrast to hyunjin’s protests, your second child sat obediently in the tub, playing with rubber duckies that chan insisted on getting way before you two decided to have children.

it was a little over eight when your toddlers woke up at the perfect time you and your husband were having a smooching time before work in the kitchen counter, wails of food and milk being demanded.

you and chan figured you already exchanged your intimate moments for three little angels.

“jinnie, you stink,” you teased, stripping off his clothes. for some reason he didn’t mind going nakey, just that he was acting as if he's hydrophobic. hyunjin scrunched his nose.

“no i don’t,” he defended, crossing his arms. “give minnie a bath first.” you shot an eyebrow upwards, noticing your little man’s sass. he may or may not have taken it from you.

“you two fit just fine in the tub, jinnie. and i can’t wake innie up; he’s having his morning nap.” as if two toddlers weren’t enough, your husband insisted on having one more after passing by a baby boutique and seeing all the little shoes on display. and guess what? you stupidly agreed as well, for the reason that you wanted a hopeless baby to take care of.

you were glad your one-year-old was as obedient as seungmin, and was a fan of sleeping. he only really woke up to bathe, get fed, and push chan away when he wakes up from his father’s cuddles.

“no,” hyunjin huffed, shuffling away from you.

“mama, i’m getting old. . .” you heard seungmin from the bathroom. you sighed, regretting ever pushing chan to work in his office instead of in the house so he wouldn’t get distracted by the children. how he managed to take care of them while you were away for work and he worked at home, you don’t exactly know.

“jinnie, come on, just think of this as the pool!” you said, coming closer to him. he sat butt naked on the couch, eyes fixated on the cartoon show premiered on the television.

you sighed, your patience running thin. you mentally saluted your parents for ever having you. but then again, you weren’t as rowdy as your firstborn is now.

you kneeled infront of him, taking note of his pouting face. “okay, jinnie. i’ll give you a dealㅡ” you were cut off by seungmin’s impatient voice.

“mama, i’m going to be old as grandpa pops. . .”

“just a minute, minnie!” you sighed inwardly, pausing for silence. you were waiting for jeongin’s wails of waking up alone, but thankfully enough, there were no noises from your bedroom. you faced hyunjin again, this time his face attentive from the word “deal”.

chan has always done this with him so he could do what he was told to do, and you weren’t a fan of this. you never really did it unless everything was happening altogether, which was why you had to pull the wild card in haste. “you get to skip nap time today, and i’ll make you some cheese sticks.”

immediately, hyunjin’s eyes sparkled with excitement, launching off the couch and scurrying to the bathroom. you heard a big splash of water and seungmin’s noise of disapproval, a sign that hyunjin had jumped into the tub. you sighed in victory, but at the same time dread of having to clean up the water puddles on the floor.

peeking your head in the bathroom, you saw seungmin glaring at hyunjin and the latter sitting in the tub with a gleeful expression in his face, blabbering about getting to skip naptime.

“okay, wonderboys. let’s get scrubbin’!”

“jinnie, can you play with innie while i make your snack?” you asked in a hushed tone to avoid a sleeping seungmin from waking up. he nods enthusiastically, crawling over to where jeongin was trying to walk with his wobbly legs.

everybody was in the living room, sleeping mats placed on the floor for naptime. seungmin had went ahead and fell asleep after a strong burp, and you planned on putting jeongin to sleep after making your rebel of a son his promised cheese sticks.

the small noise from the television and hyunjin and jeongin’s babbles could be heard from where you stood as you prepared your ingredients. it didn’t take long until you returned to the living room where jeongin already looked tired, eyes droopy and yawning every few minutes. still, he held up and continued playing with his older brother.

“hyuni,” you cooed, and swiftly did hyunjin turn around with stars in his eyes. the attention-deprived one year old whined in annoyance. hyunjin dashed to you, squealing his thanks along with a kiss on the cheek. while seungmin and jeongin were both sweet angels as well, they weren’t as showy or vocal as your eldest was, always saying his i love yous and very fond of giving kisses and hugs.

you rushed to your youngest when he made the preliminary noises of a wailing session. you were sure he needed his nap since that was how your two older children would act when they were bouncing babies. while hyunjin happily snacked on his cheese sticks and watched some spongebob squarepants, you went out the front yard to give your moody baby some fresh air to doze off to.

“look, innie: flowers!” you turned him around in your hands so he could see the colorful flowers in your neighbor's front yard. It caught the infant's attention, his head turning left and right. he started fussing in your arms a few minutes later, so you positioned him to lay in your arms and bounced him around.

“aww, my baby is sleepy?” you cooed, matching his sleepy stare to you. his eyelids were already drooping, so you gently rocked him to sleep. it didn't take long for him to finally drift to dreamland.

slipping back inside the house, you made your way to the sleeping mats where seungmin had decided to lay like a starfish, completely taking over one of them. you gingerly laid your infant down in the middle of the soft bolsters and baby-pillows.

looking up, you noticed that hyunjin had already finished up his snack and was watching you with a bored expression. “what's wrong, jinnie?” you asked. he let out a dramatic sigh.

“i'm bored,” he simply said, walking over to sit down next to the sleeping baby. “i thought skipping naptime was fun. it's quiet.” you chuckled.

“well, it's how daddy gets to work in the afternoon while the three of you sleep. nothing special really happens when all of you are asleep.” he frowned in response, discreetly taking a pillow seungmin had neglected and laying down on the sleeping mat. you raised a brow.

“you're going to nap?”

“yes,” he simply answered, sitting back up to give you a kiss on the cheek. “let's sleep, mama.”

and when chan decided to come home early only to find his family snoozing on the living room, he only smiled.

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BILLY BREAKS THINGS OFF WITH STEVE...

A big grin breaks Steve's face in two, glowing through his cheeks like a beautiful sunrise or something. He can hear the sound of Billy's Camaro rumbling to a stop in his front yard. His skin breaks out in goosebumps and his heart beats wildly, like an animal trapped in a cage.

It was movie night.

Nothing special, since they've been having nights like these since last Christmas. But tonight was different. Call him a stupid girl obsessing over shit that he shouldn't- but he really couldn't. Not after they'd done the Devil's tango for the first time about two days ago. Of course Billy had gone AWOL after that but he'd called earlier today... said he wanted to talk. It's been the only thing Steve could think about since that time... - that and the fact that he'd had sex with Billy for the first time! He stays replaying all the sounds and tastes in his head over and over again like a reel. He hoped to God that it had been as special for Billy as it had been for him.

His insides still felt soft, sore and mushy from where Billy had pounded into him, thighs burning with every movement of his legs. His pale hips sported several deep, purple, finger-shaped bruises and there were dark hickies colouring his alabaster neck like watercolours. And if he thought about it real hard, he could still feel Billy's hands in his hair, pulling and tugging and fucking yanking on it as he thrust into his tight hole.

God, he thinks, chastising himself for being so horny.

Get a grip Steve! Desperation was never a good look, on anyone.

Billy's suddenly at his front door, not even bothering to knock. No.

He just stands there looking all majestic and super chill in his aviators and leather jacket. Steve pulls the door open with shaky hands and just takes in the eyeful of glorious golden skin and Californian blue eyes. His heart flutters stupidly in his chest and Steve glares down at himself as if to berate his own goddamn heart. His cheeks become inflamed as Billy brushes past him, woodsy cologne filling Steve's senses. He tightens up involuntarily at the scent and slowly closes the door, biting at his lip with a nervous smile.

"H- hey," he mutters dumbly, craving the idea of rushing into Billy's arms but somehow restraining himself.

The blonde simply gazes at him; a kind of heat in his heavily hooded eyes. He's got on a white t-shirt under that black leather jacket, cotton pulled taut across his broad chest. God, Steve is going insane every minute his face isn't buried in Billy's chest. That's his safe place... and that white t-shirt is one of his favorites.

"We need to talk," Billy tells him in that raspy, low and smoky tone.

Steve goes molten between the legs and his heart does some weird kind of flip inside him. How the hell did Billy have so much control over his mind and body? Was that what sex with another guy was like? Or was this just a Billy thing? Because Steve has tasted the blonde once already- literally- ...and he wanted more.

"Yeah, we can," he nods with a grin, "but can we do it in my room? It's already warm in there and out here's like, freezing so-"

"Out here is fine," Billy interrupts, mouth drawn in a tight line and haw clenched tightly.

It's the first indication that maybe this was very serious and Steve hadn't noticed because he was too busy thinking about getting dicked down again.

"Wh- ...what's wrong?"

Billy stares at him, thick brows drawing over his darkened eyes. "I can't do this."

Oh God, Steve's gonna have an aneurysm.

"What?"

He forces himself to keep his cool, to not instantly turn into some crying, shaking mess that just wants to go down on his knees and beg the other boy to stay. He keeps repeating in his head that it's all just some sick fucking joke on Billy's part and offers the blonde a pained grin but his heart falters when Billy's expression doesn't change.

"Bill-"

"I'm leaving town. Tonight."

Steve feels the breath get knocked out of him and this time he takes a quick step forward. "Billy what's going on-??"

Billy takes a step back, growling. "I just told you, I'm leaving."

"That's not- ...What happened? Why are you leaving? Was it your Dad?"

"It wasn't my fucking Dad-"

"Well then tell me!"

"Tell you what?!" Billy shouts, getting in Steve's face now, a deep rumble in the back of his throat.

"Why are you leaving? Why now?" Steve snaps, the pit of his stomach hollowing itself. He's so fucking scared and hurt right now but all he can feel is the hot and cold running all over his damp skin. Hot tears prickle and sting his eyes but he doesn't dare blink for fear of missing Billy for too long.

"Harrington-"

"No!" Steve screams, "You tell me why you're suddenly moving out of Hawkins! Tell me why! Tell- wait, is it because of me?"

Something in Billy's expression shifts and he looks away, cursing under his breath, fists clenched hard.

"It's not you, don't flatter yourself Harrington."

And that particular statement puts Steve on notice. This couldn't have been Billy talking. His Dad maybe but he'd stopped calling him Harrington whenever they argued. Apparently it sounded too impersonal and not intimate at all. Which is the opposite of how Billy had been cooing and whispering his name the night they'd had sex. He'd even made sure to hold Steve through the worst of his first time, asking him gently whether or not he should pull out, or if he wasn't ready.

A tear slips down his cheek at the now sour memory.

"Then what was it? Is this town too small for you, Mr California? Not enough clueless hick town boys for you to fuck huh?"

Billy takes a menacing step forward and grabs him by the neck. "You're awfully close but no dice, " he snarls, "Unlike you, I actually got into college, so, I'm leaving. You think I want to stay stuck in this backwater town with some nobody who slings ice-cream for a living?"

Steve fights the strong grip, breaking it and taking a heaving step back, shudders wracking through his body. His breath comes out ragged, and pulls back in with a sob.

"What are you saying?" he mutters softly, too afraid to shout or even get angry, because that'll only make Billy leave faster. It always makes them leave.

Billy grunts, "Jesus Christ you want me to spell it out for you? I'm done, Harrington. We're done."

But Steve shakes his head, tears already falling silently from his eyes. His goddamn heart was in his throat.

"You can't do this..." he chokes, feeling sick to his stomach.

"Why can't I?" Billy growls, his face dry and emotionless.

"Because we-" Steve hisses but is cut off by an unexpected cry. He didn't have the strength to say those words right now- couldn't.

Too bad Billy had caught on anyway. "Because we what? Had sex a few days ago? Jesus Harrington, didn't take you for such a pussy. It was just a mindless fuck, didn't think you'd take it to heart. I'm not actually some fucking faggot like you."

Steve shakes his head, "Why are you doing this to me?" he sobs, feeling utterly betrayed.

Every part of his body felt betrayed right now- every single part of him that he'd let Billy touch, kiss and sink his teeth into. A sharp pain stabs him in the chest and then slowly sinks in all the way to his gut. It feels permanent, yet somehow like a terrible dream that he can't seem to wake up from.

Billy turns to leave and he doesn't have the strength to hold him back. Just watches him go through blurry eyes, body shaking with the massive effort it takes to keep from falling to his knees.

"Wheeler was right about you; you're bullshit Harrington."

Steve's knees only hit the floor when the Camaro rumbles off into the distance.

...............

Hardened blue eyes glare back at him from the rearview mirror.

The only sense of accomplishment he felt was that he'd finally put some distance between the monster in his head, and the one thing he loved more than life itself.

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Fourteen: Friends

A/N: This is the fourteenth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 2779

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

To the other professors, breakfast came and went just as it did every other day. But Aria could sense the difference in tone from the students. To the other professors the students chatter was just as excitable as it always was. But Aria could tell it was more hushed and secretive. To the other professors, today was just a normal day, they would have gone about their day blissfully unaware of the situation that had occurred at the Three Broomsticks. Had it not been for the huge elephant in the room.

As he entered the hall that morning for breakfast not a soul in the room missed the swollen black and blue lump in place of where Snape's eye should be. Not a soul in the room missed the way he stormed in, in a fit of rage, knowing that the whole school would be talking about him. And not a soul missed the glares he sent their way daring them to confront him on the matter. But only Aria Dumbledore could see the hurt in his eyes, the embarrassment he was feeling and the pain he buried deep down for the way he had treated his friend last night.

Of course, she was angry at him. All of this was his fault. But the sadness she felt for him overcame her own dignity and she wanted to find out what it was all for. What hurt him so badly, that he felt the need to make her feel as low as he did. Aria knew this was yet another mystery of the great Severus Snape which would remain unanswered. The man was an enigma.

*

As expected, the potions master and his apprentice were curtly invited to Headmaster Dumbledore's office after breakfast to explain themselves. It had not taken long for the rumours to spread from the students all the way to the top, and it was clear Aria's grandfather was less than pleased to hear them.

"You will both be well aware of why I called you here this morning, I am sure." Dumbledore begun when the pair entered the Headmasters office. The two merely nodded, letting the old wizard speak.

"Firstly, I must begin by saying how utterly disappointed I am in the two of you. Not only in the events that transpired last night, but moreover the fact that neither of you were professional enough to come to speak to me about this first, before it got out of hand." The headmaster started, taking a seat behind his large oak desk.

Both Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape bowed their heads in shame, as they stood side by side awkwardly, neither of them daring to look at the other.

"Grandfather I-"

"Miss Dumbledore, in this current professional capacity, I would appreciate if you addressed me as your rightful superior."

"I'm sorry." She replied sheepishly. "Headmaster Dumbledore, I want to apologise for not informing you of what had happened at the Three Broomsticks but as you can see Sever-, Professor Snape did have some injuries that needing tending to and in the state that he was, I didn't think him fit enough to be left unattended to."

As she spoke Severus let out a grunt of disagreement in an attempt to mask his embarrassment.

"Whether that may be the case, Miss Dumbledore, if you are being harassed by another member of staff, your priority should be to inform me, not assist your harasser." Albus scorned.

Snape remained silent, waiting to be spoken too before opening his mouth. He was mortified by his actions in the Three Broomsticks, but even more so by what happened later that night.

"Now, which one of you would like to explain to me what happened, so I can distinguish the truth from some of the student's wild imaginations."

Aria turned her attention to the Potions master who continued to keep his head down, not willing to recall his cruel words.

"I think Professor Snape is best for that job, headmaster." Aria confessed, unwilling to let the man get off so easily.

"Very well. Aria, you may leave us." Dumbledore announced.

"What? But why?" She objected.

"As you so graciously volunteered Severus for the job, I no longer have a reason to keep you back from your duties as a professor." Dumbledore informed her calmly. "Speaking of which, you will be taking all of the potions classes alone for the time being. Professor Snape will be taking a short sabbatical."

Snape's face turned grey at the thought. Not only did he not want this young witch teaching his students, but the mention of a sabbatical made his stomach drop. He knew how he had acted was wrong, but never had it crossed his mind that he could possibly lose his job for what he had done.

"What!?" Aria gasped. "But you can't do that, he-"

"Relax, Aria dear." Dumbledore interrupted. "It is only until I get this business cleared up. With his eye looking as it does the excitement will never settle, you know how students like to gossip. Besides he can take some time to reflect on his actions while it heals." Dumbledore shot Snape a disapproving look.

Aria made to object once again, but this time Severus took the opportunity to shut her up.

"Go, Miss Dumbledore. Do not keep my students waiting." He commanded sourly.

Finally, Aria obeyed, leaving with an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach as she left the two men to talk.

Dumbledore clasped his hands on the desk in front of him and waited patiently for Severus to confess his wrong doings.

"I will not insult you, headmaster, by downplaying my actions from last night. I stupidly let my emotions get the better of me and I thought I could find a solution at the bottom of a bottle of Fire Whiskey, I was wrong. I said disgusting things to your granddaughter and believe me no one can judge me more than I am judging myself right now." Snape could not bring himself to meet the old wizards disappointed gaze.

"And your eye, how did that situation occur." Albus questioned, feeling slightly sorry for the professor, despite the trouble he has caused.

"It was well deserved." Snape admitted. "A 'friend' of your granddaughter's rightfully put a stop to my embarrassing display. I apologise whole heartedly for every mistake I made last night."

"That is all very good and well, Severus. But have you said this to her?"

Severus hung his head.

"I see. May I suggest that be your first port of call." Albus advised.

"Of course."

The Professors sat in dead silence. It was clear both of them were in their own heads more than the conversation.

"Is there something more I should know, Severus?" Dumbledore eyed the man skeptically.

Severus paused for a moment, debating whether to confide in his friend.

"No, sir." He lied. His voice remained void of all emotion.

"Aria could be a great friend to you, Severus. Do not throw that chance away, again. Learn from your past mistakes." The Headmaster warned.

Albus Dumbledore's words resonated with Severus all day. The old man was right. He had once lost his only friend due to a small moment of emotional vulnerability paired with the harshness of his words, he could not re-live that experience. There was only one way to avoid losing Aria from his life completely, any feelings he may have had for her now had to be buried entirely.

*

Storming into her first lesson of the day, the room fell silent upon Aria's entry. The students waited a minute or two, expecting the presence of their most feared professor, which never came.

Aria begun the lessons as Severus always did; silently writing out paragraphs of information for the students to copy. It didn't take long for the fifth years to realise Snape would not be joining them this morning and so they set about asking their more relaxed potions professor all of the questions they were just dying to know the answers to, regarding the events of the previous night.

"Professor Dumbledore, where's Professor Snape, isn't he going to teach us?" It began.

"Unfortunately, today I will be solely be teaching Professor Snape's classes." Aria answered, turning her back on the classroom of students and continued to scribble on the chalk board.

"I heard he shouted at you in front of everyone in the Three Broomsticks yesterday Miss, is that true?" One of the Ravenclaw girls dared to ask.

"You should have seen him." Another laughed. "He was absolutely wrecked, knocked back almost a full bottle of Fire Whiskey apparently."

Aria chose not to respond.

"You were there? What did he say?" A curious Gryffindor inquired, wanting to hear the full story for himself. The two started quietly conversing up the back of the class, letting some more students get their accusations in.

"Is it true you are Karkaroff were caught going at it in the potions cupboard, Miss." Another boy bravely chuckled. "Is that where Snape found you?"

"That's can't be true." Someone else defended, shaking their head in disbelief.

"It is so, didn't you see the two of them at dinner yesterday? He could barely keep his hands off of her." Another whispered.

A few gasps and giggles broke out among the students as they continued to speculate.

"I heard she's the one who punched Snape, did you see his eye today?

"To be fair I don't blame her, he is a bit of a wanker, he probably deserved it."

"Don't be so stupid. It wasn't her; it was her boyfriend, I saw it myself."

"Did Snape actually call you a Slut, Miss?"

The room went quiet anticipating their teacher's response.

"Enough!" She yelled, slamming her hand on the desk as she turned to face them. The class stared at her, stunned.

"I don't want to hear any more of this." She started, putting down her chalk. "I am well aware that some of you may have witnessed the incident that occurred in the Three Broomsticks last night and while Professor Snape's little outburst may have happened extremely publicly, this gives none of you the right to make things worse by making up these stupid stories. I am going to settle this once and for all and I want to hear no more of it, do you understand?" The class nodded silently.

"First off; no, Professor Snape has not been fired, nor would I want him to be. He will resume his position as your potion's professor in a few days' time, and I warn all of you that this nonsense better be done with by then. He will not let you off as lightly as I have done." Aria walked around her desk, resting on the edge as she spoke.

"Secondly, any rumours you have heard regarding me and Headmaster Karkaroff are completely false. Professor Snape got the wrong impression and has now been informed of his mistake. In addition to this, anything you may have heard surrounding me and any other member of staff, or indeed students..." She said through gritted teeth. "... is also false. This includes Professor Snape."

A moment of chatter bubbled among the students, before once again falling silent.

"As for the man I was with, he was nothing more than a friend. And after the way he treated Professor Snape, he is no longer even that. Violence in any form will not be tolerated, no matter the circumstances. I will personally deal with any student supporting the actions of this man or the harming of Professor Snape, regardless of anything he may or may not have said." Aria finished.

"Is all of this abundantly clear?" She asked the class, receiving a chorus of agreement in response.

Aria let the students know to spread this information throughout the school to combat the rumours surrounding her and Severus Snape's altercation, and they graciously obliged. She received very little harassment or questions for the rest of the day, although she knew it was almost impossible to put an end to all of the speculations this early on.

*

Whilst packing up her papers to return to her quarters for an early night, Aria was startled by a sharp knock on the door.

"Come in." She called, not bothering to stop what she was doing. It wasn't until he was standing right in front of her did Aria even recognise who it was. "Severus." The professor said in shock. "Knocking to get into your own class room now?"

"As it were, this appears to be your classroom for the time being, Miss Dumbledore." He droned, watching her intently as she went about her business.

"For a few days at least, it seems." She shrugged. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"I came for an update on my classes' progression. While I might not be teaching them, this does not mean I am willing to relinquish all of my responsibilities quite yet. I don't imagine you have anything prepared." He sneered, continuing to analyse the desk.

"Actually, Professor Snape, I have." She retorted, handing him a small binder. "There you will find every class organised by year and then by level of difficulty; I have written a small summary of what we covered in the classes and how far we hope to progress. All students are listed individually and sorted by house, each detailing how well they coped with the lesson and what they need to work on. I shall give you another update tomorrow, and each day after until you are back. Happy?" She smirked.

"Very impressive." He hummed, unamused, snatching the binder from her and making to leave.

As Snape reached the exit, one hand holding the door ajar, he let his fingers tap on the wood indecisively. Letting out a small huff of breath Severus turned on his heel, re-entering the classroom as he remembered his promise to the headmaster.

"There is one more thing, Miss Dumbledore." The potions master announced, bringing her back to his attention.

"Mmhmm." Aria hummed, continued to flick through her papers, making sure she had what she needed.

"If you could actually pay attention, Miss Dumbledore, I would be able to get out of your hair much faster." Severus hissed through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

"What do you want, Severus." His apprentice huffed. "I do have things to be getting on with. Spit it out."

Snape clenched his jaw and pursed his lips, trying his damn best not to insult the girl.

Couldn't she just listen for five seconds when he was actually trying to be nice to her? He thought.

"I... I want you to know." Snape stuttered, coughing to clear his throat. "I need you to know. Everything I said last night, I didn't mean any of it. I was drunk, and sometimes emotions that we would all like to keep hidden show themselves, do you understand?"

"I get it, Severus. I know you wouldn't have said those things under normal circumstances. You were stressed." Aria accepted, immediately going back to her piles of parchment.

"Look at me." Snape snapped. "You do not understand. I am apologising for my actions in the Three Broomsticks, of course I am. But the point I would most like to stress is... Can we just forget yesterday never happened? All of it."

Aria stared deep into the Professor's eyes knowing he was desperate for her attention. Ignoring the fact he was battered and bruised, she could see the pain in his eyes. The desperateness for her to agree with him, to forget that anything ever happened between them, or rather could have happened.

"Don't worry about it, Severus. Nothing happened as far as I am concerned." She reached out to him, resting a hand on his bicep and flashing a comforting smile.

A hint of a smile threatened on Severus' lips. But as soon as it came it was gone once again. Snape stepped away from the woman, letting her get on with her work.

"Can we agree on one thing, Severus?" Aria asked, keeping her attention on him finally. Snape nodded, allowing her to continue. "The students are having a field day with all of this. I think it would be in everyone's interest for us to try and get along. Hopefully it will dull down a lot of the rumours if they see us acting civil. What do you think? Friends?" She proposed.

Snape let out a small huff of amusement, letting the sides of his lips curl up, contently.

"Friends." He agreed, stepping out of the room quietly.

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[chibsytelford]

Battle of the Alphas - Angel x Miguel x Reader NSFW

*** GIF CREDIT TO CREATORS ***

Authors note - Okay me and @rebel-without-cause-x​ decided to write another threesome fic following on from our Chibs x Jax x Reader one. The idea literally came from nowhere and like 2 hours later we had finished it. We both really love this and hope you all do too!

We are both posting it so it’s easier to just whack it onto our masterlists so sorry if some of you get 2 notifications as I know we have a similar taglist. This was also my first ever time writing smut and I must say I’m really proud of myself. Loved writing this with you @rebel-without-cause-x​

Word Count - 3945

Warnings - swearing and smut. that is all.

Taglist - @agirllovespasta​ @everyhowlmarksthedead​ @whyisgmora​ @starrynite7114​ @jadesamhart​ @fangirlingaesthetics​ @angelreyesgirl​ @blessedboo​ @sheeshgivemeabreak​ @elcococruz​ @lady-pswrld​ @talicat713​ @angelxshiba​ @xx--day-dreamer--xx​ @thisishowdynastiesareborn​ @trulysuccubus​ @scuzmunkie​ @sadeyesgf​ 

The only sound that could be heard in the coffee shop was the stupid clock ticking, you were so bored as you sat on your stool with your feet up on the counter scrolling through your phone. It was the same every single Wednesday at 11am. Dead.

You were in your own little world as you scrolled through your social media whilst sipping on your iced coffee, you didn’t even hear the bell ring, signalling someone had entered the shop.

 “Not very hygienic querida” the voice of Angel Reyes boomed through the shop.

 “Unless I’m going crazy I don’t see anyone in here” you shrugged placing your phone on the counter but not moving.

 “Hello I’m stood right here you goof” he grinned waving like a kid

 “Right what can I get you” you sassed rolling your eyes.

 “Don’t sass me”

 “Or what?” You smirked, biting down on your bottom lip, leaving him all flustered. 

 One thing you enjoyed in life was leaving two men in particular flustered by your actions.

 “Wrong time, wrong place” he mumbled rubbing the back of his neck.

 It was a rare sight for Angel Reyes to be shy and quiet, but you would be lying if you said it didn't turn you on just a little bit.

 "Can you say that a bit louder?" You were determined to get him to repeat what he had mumbled.

 He stepped forward never taking his eyes of yours. He knew what game you were playing and he wasn't going to let you win.

He was now standing in front of you behind the counter and just as he reached out to place his hand on your leg the bell on the door went signalling you had another customer.

 Looking over you saw it was none other than Miguel Galindo. Now things were going to get very interesting, albeit a bit awkward too.

 You lightly shoved Angel back and smiled at the man in the suit who was looking at you both with a hint of jealousy and anger in his eyes.

 "What can I get you?" You knew Miguel's order as he came in everyday but the awkward silence was unbearable so you needed to say something.

 “Angel" he nodded at the man who was now at the right side of the counter standing inches away from Miguel.

 “Urm no sorry” Angel spat venom laced in his voice “I was here first”

 Rolling your eyes at the two men you dropped your feet off the counter grabbing two takeaway cups and simultaneously made both of their coffees at once, leaving both men standing in awe.

 “I do have two hands you know” you said in a totally innocent way but as you spun round both of them had their eyebrows raised.

 However neither of them had a comeback.

 It was now Thursday and the shop was stupidly busy, seen as the colleges had started back this morning and you were a staff member down because of the flu so stressed was an understatement.

 As if on queue both Angel and Miguel walked in at the same time.

 Turning your back you looked up at the ceiling raising your palms up.

 “Really testing me today big man” you muttered rolling your eyes, you weren’t religious but right now you were praying neither of them started shit especially when you didn’t have time to deal with it.

 “Morning mi dulce” Miguel said, flashing his smile as he leaned against the counter.

 You turned around giving Miguel a smile. "Morning, the usual?" As you asked him you gave him a quick look up and down noticing his hair was more neater than usual and he had a different colour of suit on. Secretly you wished he did it for you but you knew the chances were very slim.

 "Please" he replied rolling his eyes and clenching his jaw as Angel now stood right beside him.

 "Again Reyes? Really?" You noticed the harsh tone that Miguel used when speaking to Angel and you wondered what was going on with the two of them. It was a small town and you knew that the pair were in business together so you figured they'd be friendly or at least civil.

 "I'll take my usual too mi amor" Angel winked at you.

 "Coming right up gentlemen, also can you move over to the side so I can take the next customer's order please?" You kindly asked them.

 The next customer was a good looking middle aged man. He was a different type of handsome compared to Angel and Miguel but he was still attractive nonetheless.

 "What can I get you sir?" You asked him.

 "A toffee latte and your number please" he replied flashing you a smile.

 Before you could answer you saw both Angel and Miguel move towards the man at the same time from the corner of your eye. You needed to diffuse the situation and fast before there was a fight.

 You quickly hopped the counter before the two men reached the customer. You grabbed Angel by his kutte and Miguel by his shirt and led them both outside the coffee shop, but not before gesturing to your only other colleague that you'd be back in a second.

 “Seriously today of all days you both decide to act like fucking top dog” you spat running your tongue over your teeth as you shoved them against the wall. “I have had it up to here with you two pendejos”

 They were both shocked at your outburst.

 “For the last 6 months it’s always the same when you both come into the shop” you glared “always at each other’s throats, I don’t care what is happening with your little business partnership but you sure as hell don’t bring that into my grandpa’s shop”

 Both of them looked guilty.

 “Sorry” Angel mumbled.

 “Yeah I didn’t realise this was affecting you querida, so I’m sorry,” Miguel nodded.

 “So with that being said neither one of you can step foot in this shop until you sort your shit out” you scowled crossing your arms across your chest. “Now if you don’t mind I’ve got a shop to fucking run”

 Leaving both of them standing there you stormed back inside. Linda shot you a worried look.

 “Don’t worry about it Lin, just the two biggest pains in my ass but I’ve sorted it” you nodded as you pulled your hair into a messy bun getting back to work.

 The next couple of days had passed and it was boring without Angel or Miguel coming in to flirt with you, however they had both been blowing up your phone non stop. Texting them both telling them to meet at your house at 8pm. You were going to end this shit today and it was happening tonight.

 If they couldn't come into the coffee shop without being civil to each other then they both deserved what was coming. You were going to act as a mediator and you weren't letting them leave your house until they sorted their shit out.

 Miguel arrived first being punctual as always. You opened your door before he could knock and you waved to Nestor as he drove off.

 You were nervous having a man like Miguel Galindo in your home and you couldn't believe you hadn't invited him before. But there was no good enough reason before whereas now there is a perfect one.

 "Come in, make yourself comfortable" you gestured for Miguel to enter and he did so whilst buttoning his suit jacket. You had made coffee and had put it on the living room table. Miguel noticed there were 3 cups instead of 2 but he didn't say anything, instead plopping himself down on your sofa.

 "Why did you ask me over querida? Not that I'm complaining" Miguel poured himself a cup of coffee and poured you one out too.

 A knock on your door saved you from answering his question and you told him you'd be back in a second. Opening the door Angel Reyes was standing there wearing his red and black checkered shirt with some jeans. He looked delicious and you momentarily forgot why he was here.

 "Who is it?" Miguel's voice pulled you back to reality and you saw Angel clench his fists.

 "What the fuck is he doing here?" Angel questioned you.

 “Please just come in, for me?" You gave Angel puppy dog eyes and were not surprised when they worked.

 You both entered the living room and the tension could be cut with a knife.

 "For fucks sake" Miguel muttered as he held the bridge of his nose. "You have got to be kidding me".

 “Nope” you said, popping the p as you sat on the other sofa, grabbing the pillow as you sat crossed legged, trying to protect your dignity, in that moment you felt severely under dressed in your over-sized baggy Guns N Roses shirt and a pair of bright blue fluffy socks.

 “Right” you said taking a deep breath “this ends tonight, whatever beef you two have got going on you will sit and talk about it like grown adults and neither one of you will leave until it’s done. And if either of you raise your voice even a little bit I will fucking punch you”

 “Are you being like 100 percent serious right now?” Angel asked, staring into your eyes.

 “Deadly” you said no emotion in your voice “now talk, clear the air and if you manage to do that I will make it worth both of your time”

 "Fine you want us to clear the air then I'll start" Miguel sat forward and cracked his knuckles and turned his body to face Angel who was sitting on the sofa to the right of him. "If it's not your father fucking with my life it's your brother, and if it's not your brother it's you" Miguel pointed at Angel.

 “Me? And what did I do Mr Mighty Miguel Galindo?" You glared at Angel who held his hands up in defeat. "Sorry, what did I do Miguel?"

 "I saw her first" he told the Mayan. "You know I saw her first and still you continued to go in and flirt with her"

 "I'm not a fucking mind reader" Angel laughed. "I didn't know you saw her first, but to be honest if I did know it wouldn't have stopped me anyway" he shrugged.

 You were gobsmacked. The men didn't fall out over business. They fell out over a female.

 “So hold on a second” you said running your hand over your face. “None of this was over business and it was over me the whole damn time”

 “Yeah” they both shrugged as you took in the information.

 “I mean who wouldn’t want a goddess like you on their arm” Angel smirked.

 His words did something, your skin suddenly felt hot, like you were on fire. Shifting in your seat as both men stared at you.

 “Now that is something I can agree on” Miguel smiled leaning forward resting his arms on his knees “so mi dulce, now the truth has been laid out on the table, who do you choose? Me or him?”

 It’s like you forgot how to speak as the words got lodged in the back of your throat, you couldn’t really tell them you wanted both of them, could you?

 Just the thought alone made your skin tingle and a familiar heat between your legs. Every time you tried to speak the words wouldn’t fall off your tongue.

 “Urm..I...er” you stuttered.

 "I need some water" you managed to choke out before you abruptly stood up from where you sat and practically ran to your kitchen. You heard the chuckles of the two men and you knew you were in trouble.

 Downing a glass of water you felt a bit cooler but you were not ready to face them yet. You didn't need to be because they both entered your kitchen with their arms folded looking at you expectantly.

 "I don't have all night princesa" Miguel practically purred at you. He knew what he was doing and it was working. The effect the two men had on you was ridiculous and you didn't know how much longer you could last.

 Taking a deep breath you decided you would just be honest and tell them you wanted them both. You figured one of them would back down and give up but little did you know they had other plans.

 "To answer your question from earlier" you said "the choice is impossible and I've always been a greedy person, so I want you both". You didn't know where the sudden confidence came from but the truth was out now and there was nothing you could do about it.

 Angel was the first to make a move, literally taking two large strides until your back was pressed against the worktop.

 “I think we can work something out" Angel said, his tone husky as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt grazing against your soft skin.

 “And you did say if we worked things out that you would make it worth our time” Miguel smirked running his tongue across his bottom lip. “I mean you invite us round to sort this mess out and all your wearing is that shirt, that tattoo peaking out, you knew what you were doing princesa”

 Both men stood in front of you, grinning down with lustful looks in their eyes. They hadn’t even touched you yet and you were aching at the thought of both of them having their way with you, and there was that familiar feeling between your legs.

 “Well what are you waiting for” you giggled biting your bottom lip earning what you swore were growls from both of them.

 Miguel took your shirt off in one go and you cursed yourself for not wearing a bra and pants. They hadn't even properly touched you yet and your nipples were already hard begging to be sucked.

 As if he read your mind Angel took one nipple between his fingers and one in his mouth and sucked and rolled them gently. The feeling was magical and you could barely stand up.

 You pulled Miguel down to your face and smashed your lips against his, immediately putting your tongue in his mouth. You moaned into his mouth when he brought his hand up to your neck and wrapped his fingers gently around your throat.

 You managed to pull away from Miguel long enough to take his suit jacket off followed by his shirt leaving him in only his suit trousers. He was a sight for sore eyes.

 Reaching out you dragged a finger from his chest all the way down to the waistband of his trousers. You could tell he was hard just by looking at the solid shape in his pants. Not wanting to leave Angel out and wanting to touch him aswell you pulled his head away from your chest and discarded his shirt leaving him in nothing but his jeans.

 You couldn’t believe your luck, as you looked up at the men through your lashes, you literally had two of the most alpha males waiting to pleasure you and you wanted to tease them a bit more before you let them have their way with you.

 Jumping up so you were now sat on the work top, legs spread giving them a clear view of the prize they so desperately wanted. Running your hands down your body you squeezed your boobs.

 “Right enough play time princesa” Miguel growled as he threw you over his shoulder carrying you back to the living room. He wasted no time dropping you on the sofa.

 “Final chance to back out sweetheart” Angel said as he ran his fingers down your cheek “you sure this is what you want?”

 Biting your lip as you nodded sending them a pleading look, you were so turned on right now it hurt, squeezing your thighs together to try and release some pressure. Then Miguel pulled your legs apart, running his fingers across your core making you whimper at the sensation.

 The sound of a belt buckle dropping on the floor made you open your eyes to see Angel stood there now completely naked, your mouth watering at the sight of his thick cock.

 You waggled your forefinger at him gesturing for him to come closer. You were desperate to have his cock in your mouth and you didn't want to waste another second.

 Angel smirked at you shaking his head but nevertheless he obliged and he stood in front of you. You immediately took his dick in your hands pumping it a few times before opening your mouth and putting it in. He was big but you managed to get him all the way to the back of your throat even if you did choke on it a few times.

 He closed his eyes and grabbed a fistful of your hair encouraging you to keep going faster and deeper and you did.

 Whilst sucking Angels cock Miguel had planted his mouth on your clit and was now rolling his tongue across it causing you to moan on Angels dick. The vibration from your moan caused his dick to twitch in your mouth and you looked up at him and gave him a wink.

 Miguel was a pro when it came to eating you out. He used his tongue perfectly and within seconds you had your first orgasm of the night.

 Your screams were muffled with Angel still fucking your mouth, tears were streaming down your cheeks as well as saliva running down your chin.

 This was better than you had ever dreamed of and you knew by the end of it you would be completely spent.

 Suddenly Angel pulled out making you whimper.

 “Unless you want me to cum right now it’s for the best” he winked before nodding at Miguel, silently telling him it was his turn.

 Within seconds you now had Miguel’s dick in your mouth, using your hand to play with his balls whilst Angel slipped two fingers into your entrance, moaning at the feeling of being stretched out as he soon reached his knuckles, curling his fingers perfectly, hitting your g spot. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm and were honestly so close to another.

 Your breathing became erratic as both men continued with no signs of stopping.

 “That's it princesa” Miguel grunted “god you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock, now the final question is who gets to be the first one to feel you wrapped around their dick?”

 There was the alpha-ness coming out to play. You pulled back slightly so you could talk.

 “Don’t know” you moaned as Angel continued fingering you “don’t care. Just need to be fucked”

 "So needy" Angel murmured.

 The two men looked at each other and seemingly decided between themselves as Angel removed his fingers from your soaking folds and lifted them up to his mouth tasting you.

 "Delicious" he said as he moved away from you, letting Miguel take his place.

 You expected Miguel to use his fingers but he lined up his cock at your entrance and looked at you for approval.

 "I'm on the pill" you told him and that was all the confirmation he needed. He sunk his cock deep into you and thrusted slowly at first but quickly picked up the pace. The sound of your bodies hitting against each other echoed around the room.

 Miguel pinned your hands above your head and hoisted your legs over his shoulders so he could go deeper if that was even possible. You were having the best fuck of your life so far but Angel was still to have his way with you.

 Angel was standing over you watching the pleasure on your face stroking his own cock. He looked amazing and you couldn't wait until his cock was deep inside you. He again took your nipple into his mouth gently licking it causing you to moan.

 “Shit” you whimpered “Miguel, oh god, please don’t stop”

 “Don’t plan on it” He panted as he thrust into you harder, his name falling off your tongue.

 You were being pushed closer and closer to that edge again and you loved it, looking up you watched Angel tug at himself watching you getting fucked senseless, his breathing becoming erratic. Without warning you screamed, moaned and whimpered as another orgasm washed over your leaving your legs shaking, you knew you didn’t have much more left in you as Miguel thrust one last time shooting his seed into you.

 “You got one more in you” Angel asked as he bit his lip as Miguel moved out of his way. “I’m not gonna go easy on you okay”

 “Okay” you whispered, feeling your eyes starting to drop.

 “Come on princesa keep your beautiful eyes open” Miguel whispered as he palmed your breasts as Angel pushed himself into you with ease.

 “God you feel so good” he grunted as he grabbed your hips no doubt leaving bruises in his wake.

 "Tell me what you want querida" Angel wanted to go fast and hard but he knew how exhausted you were so if you wanted slow and sensual he would oblige.

 "Fuck me harder Reyes" you panted and he did. He intertwined his fingers with yours bringing your knuckles to his mouth and kissing each of them gently. The gesture took you by surprise and you smiled up at him causing him to slow down his thrusts considerably.

 "I'm gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that” Angel said.

 "You've done so well tonight mi amor" Miguel praised you now stroking your hair whilst slowly circling your clit with his other hand. He knew you were close and so did Angel.

 "Cum for us" they both said in unison and you did, spilling your juices all over Angels cock. He followed soon after and admired his cum pouring from your folds with a proud smile on his face.

 "Let's get you all cleaned up" Angel said removing his dick from you and heading to your bathroom to get you a wet cloth to wipe yourself.

 All you could do was lay there, with a mix of both men’s cum and your own pooling onto the sofa, your breaths were heavy, and so were your eyes. You had never experienced a high as good as this and you weren’t one to shy away from turning blunts down.

 “You did amazing querida” Miguel whispered kissing your head. You didn’t even have the energy to reply so you grumbled as Angel returned with the wet cloth, gently he ran the cloth against your thighs as he traced your tattoo with his fingers.

 One of them retrieved your shirt from the kitchen and pulled it over your head. It was only 10pm and you kind of expected both of them to leave pretty soon but they surprised you as they pulled their boxers back on before Miguel scooped you up in his arms as he sat on the other end of the sofa as Angel brought you a mug of coffee he just made.

 So you were now snuggled in between both men, completely spent from the activities of the evening, your eyes were getting heavier as Angel played with your hair and Miguel massaged your feet.

 “You hungry Reyes?” Miguel asked Angel and that was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.