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thinking about how the synopsis of the ragpicker king was originally "the man engaged to marry the woman Kel LOVES." but then somewhere in the process it was changed to "the man engaged to marry the woman Kel adores."
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Logan Howlett/Wolverine x female!reader
Tags/Warnings: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Rough Sex, Dom/sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Logan (X-Men), Feral Behavior, Rut Sex, mention of frank castle, Explicit Sexual Content, Breeding, Impregnation, Marking, Blow Jobs, Logan has a big cock, and hes very hairy yes, Reader-Insert Authors note: originally posted this on my ao3, but decided to just upload the full one-shot here as well. link. Not beta'ed and no description of reader Summary: Logan unexpectedly goes into rut and you're there to help him through it.
You had no idea what you were anticipating when Logan came home from work. Before he left in the morning, he was acting stranger than normal. His temper was short, his motions were labored, and he wasnât himself. His scent was also stronger than normal. It didnât take you long to realize something was wrong, the bond felt stronger between you two like it was during the war and before you even began to make lunch, you received a text from your Logan.
Logan: I donât want you to be alarmed, but I think Iâm in rut.
This caught you by surprise. Most alphas these days didnât get ruts and omegas didnât get heats either. Just like theyâre becoming rarer as time goes by. itâs sad really, back before the war, before Hydra - you were able to go into heat. You always spent it alone back in the 30s, you even got time off from your part-time job as a nurse when you were temporarily staying in Ireland. Logan could go into ruts too before Project X. during the war you both would help each other out, which led to you both bonding until the train mission fucked all of that up.
But now itâs 2021, over 70 years have gone by and 3 years since The Snap. You are forever thankful that both you and Logan survived it. You donât know what you would have done if your beloved alpha was taken away from you once again. Since then you both decided to get a nice cabin in the mountains to get away from everything. You both were done fighting, tired of constantly losing people you loved.Â
Logan got a job in construction in town about an hour away. So he didnât usually come home until around 6 pm. You were thankful when you got the news that Frank Castle and his pack of alphas were moving a few miles away from your cabin a few months ago. You know it can get isolated in this area, so to have friends that you consider family to come and visit was nice.
There was no time to think about the next course of action though, it was clear what you had to do and something you thought you wouldnât ever do again. Logan would be back in about half an hour, which gave you time to set up the room and go for a nice shower.Â
You immediately went into one of the cupboards in your walk-in wardrobe for blankets. Logan didnât necessarily like making nests, he always said and his quote: âyaâ donât need to make those things no more lady, you use your alpha.â in his deep gruff tone. So you resorted to cuddling at least 2 times a day instead and he would fuck you into the mattress just how like it every time.Â
Once you got a mattress onto the floor with a ton of blankets and pillows littered onto it, you went into the bathroom and stripped down. You cleaned up and once you were done, you slipped on a white silky nightie that reached down to your thighs. After that you got some nice cold water bottles to put beside the nest. As you were done you heard the door click open.
Logan could smell you before he even got out of his truck. His heightened senses were even more sensitive and he could smell just how wet you already were. All he could think about was knot, breed, mate- over and over as he got closer to the door.
It was rather embarrassing when he started to sweat and get a hard-on on his lunch break. He didnât understand at first, but then recognized the symptoms to be a rut. Thankfully Frank was there to get him to leave, but damn did that hurt his ego a little.
Once he entered he was hit again with your strong scent. It was so sweet, sweeter than usual that he was beginning to think that maybe his rut could trigger your heat. He sure hoped so. Your scent was a mixture of roses and strawberries, he used to hate strawberries before he met you, but now itâs one of his favourite fruits.
You looked up from your iPad as Logan walked in and put down his backpack. âHey,â you said as you got up, but were cut off by a squeak when he immediately jumped you. He picked you up by your thighs, making his way to your bedroom, his lips never leaving your neck. He nipped and sucked little bruises into your soft flesh. He put you down gently onto the mattress and started groping your breasts.Â
âFuck, Iâve been thinkinâ about this all day, Darlinââ. Logan growls as he starts kissing down the valley between your breasts. He pulled back and slipped off your nightie, revealing your breasts and wet cunt. You blushed and looked away, but your alpha immediately notices. âHey, no looking away from your alpha now,â Logan says as he grips your jaw to look back at him.Â
âSorry, Alphaâ you shyly say. Logan only grunts back in reply as he stares down at you. You grip at his clothes, âoff, pleaseâ you whine at him. Logan immediately starts to strip down, you stare at his glorious beefy body as he takes off his pleated shirt and jeans. Your eyes traveled the trail of hair down to his already hard cock. You lick your lips wanting to taste so badly.Â
Logan notices as smirks, he leans back down to press his lips against yours, just as a whimper escapes through your lips, giving you a smoldering kiss which leaves you breathless within seconds, distracting you as he continues to run his hand up and down the curves of your body, getting closer to your sensitive parts.
You are gasping for breath when he pulls away, and in your complete haze, you watch him as he slowly climbs down your body, his lips never leaving your skin as he trails his hot kisses on you all the way down. He parts your legs further so he could get more comfortable between them, then when he presses a kiss at your nether lips, his fingers parting your folds so he could find your slick entrance and give a long, hungry lick right at where your desire is centered until you cry out. âTaste so fucking sweet âmegaâ. Logan growls as he licks your clit. You hear him moan and you open your eyes to look down at him, to see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out as he sucks on your cunt, licking your entrance. You feel the hard tips of Loganâs fingers right at your opening, you moan when you feel two fingers parting your hot pussy, your walls instantly begin spasming around them, sucking them inside your depth.
âSo hot, baby,â Logan growls, his warm breath falling on your sensitive folds as he whispers between the kisses he is giving you right at your heated core. âIâve wanted to taste you since I could smell your sweet scent before I even got outta my car.â
You canât think straight, youâre totally blissed out and your mind is filled with alphalphabreedmatealphabreed constantly, you reckon he has triggered your heat, but you donât even realize and neither does he. His cock is stiff and swollen, you notice the center of his length has a bulge, showing that his knot is starting to form. Your cheeks begin to heat up realizing that youâre doing this to your alpha.Â
You go deeper and deeper into submission, surrendering yourself to your alpha, letting him know he can use you however he wants. Logan feels everything you feel, your bond is so strong that itâs overwhelming for the both of you.Â
He continues to tease you with his fingers for a few more seconds and then the warm rasp of his tongue sends a series of shivers trembling through your body. He licks across your sensitive bud leisurely, biding his time with his eyes on you to take in every single reaction you are giving him through every lick, every swirl of his tongue. He has never seen anything so beautiful. He flicks his tongue from around your clit, down to your slit, moving back and forth as he continues to plunge his fingers into you. You begin to shake as you are nearing the edge.
He must have felt it, because he continues to lick at your cunt, slick pouring out as he slurps it all up, growls deeply against your pussy. âCome for me, little mate.â
You let out a whimper at his command but feel helpless to resist him. You canât hold it in anymore as you come to your release. âAlpha!â. You moan out as you arch your back, Logan continues to milk through your orgasm and makes sure to gather every drop of cum.
Once you come down from your high, Logan pulls back and climbs up the bed kneeling right beside your head. Keeping one hand at your chin, he raises your head up as he uses the other hand to pump his cock, aiming the crown tip on your swollen lips. âGo and put your pretty mouth to use, Darlinâ,â Logan says. A drop of pre-cum leaks from the slit, making you drool at the taste, while the heady scent of his cock fills your senses as you breathe him in.
You eagerly nod, barely catching a breath from your strong orgasm, he slips his cock through your open mouth, wanting to satisfy your alpha.
Groaning, Logan reaches down and squeezes your nipple as he thrust in and out of your mouth with almost the same force he would use if he is deep inside your pussy.Â
âLove these tits of yours baby, love to see them jiggle when I fuck your tight cuntâ Logan continues to grope your tits as he dirty talks. He thrusts into your mouth hard and you moan at his words, cheeks reddened at how dirty heâs making you feel.
You suck the entire length of him each time, loving the feel of the head of his cock at the back of your throat. Using his other hand, Logan grabs onto your hair, keeping you steady as he plunges deeper inside your mouth, pummelling deep into your throat each time he reaches to the brim.
His heavy balls filled with seed, slaps against your chin, loving the sensation and feeling dirty all at the same time. You dig your nails into his thigh with one hand and into the sheets with the other, holding on tightly as your lover uses your mouth for his pleasure. âSo fucking good, baby. Always taking my fat cock so well. Look at you choking on itâ Logan rambles as he thrusts into your mouth. He groans as you suck hard. You continue to choke as his knot is forming.Â
Loganâs cock falls out of your mouth with a pop. The spasms of your climax remain. You close your eyes trying to catch your breath. You feel movement and blankets being moved on the mattress. After a few minutes, you feel a hand caress your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ears. You open your eyes to see Logan, his pupils are dilated to the point you only almost only see black. âYou okay, Honey?â Logan asked. He leans down to press soft kisses to your cheeks and down to your neck. You hum as you lean into his touch, âWant you now Loâ. you said, âplease knot me, need it so badâ.Â
Youâre a whimpering mess now, grinding your clit against Loganâs muscular thigh. Logan growls as he pulls back, he grabs a hold of your hips, flipping you over so that you're laying with your chest pushed flush against the mattress, legs bent, and the knees with your ass and pussy on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now.
His long fingers trace your slit as arousal floods from your entrance, coating your slick on his fingertips. Anticipation pangs at your chest as you wait for his next move. Everything in him wants to drive his hardened cock into you and knot you full of his seed.
Loganâs eyes screwed shut as he brings a finger up to his mouth, basking in the taste of you. A wanton moan erupts from his lips at the taste â so perfectly sweet he would never be able to get enough.
Dire thoughts rush through your mind as you rest on your elbows, face turned to the side to try and see Logan out of your peripheral vision. His pupils are completely blown, eyes focused only on your center as his chest heaves in anticipation. âPlease Alpha, breed me, Iâm ready,â you say to him.Â
Logan is always less talkative during sex and now that heâs in his rut and possibly gone feral, his mind is screaming to him to knot and breed your tight cunt, to the point he canât form words.
His hand is quick to line himself up with your entrance, grasping onto your hips with such pressure that it is sure to leave bruises tomorrow, even with your fast healing. Sharp fingernails dig into your skin as his tip meets your entrance. Itâs fiery and red, inflamed and veins popping out alongside his length from how hard he is. The precum that leaks from his tip coat your slit, combining with the wetness dripping down your thighs to create a delicious mixture.
One last reassuring squeeze of your side is all he gives before pushing into you ruggedly. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he makes his way into your core, feeling the familiar sensation you felt back during the war. His size is bigger, so much thicker and longer than his normal length when he is not in rut. Itâs a lot to take in at once, and heâs trying his best to let you relax as your body adjusts to his size.Â
âYou can move,â you say, lip caught between your teeth as your walls stretch further around him.
With your fists grasping for the sheets, Logan begins thrusting his hips slowly into youâ holding out a second each time he bottoms out to let you breathe. His nails only dig into your sides further, barely giving him a grip onto reality to hold back his animalistic instincts.
Deep grunts leave his mouth as he tries to hold himself back, but he can feel his humanity slipping further and further away with each clench of your pussy. His heavy balls slap against your clit.
âCanât hold back much longer,â he bares his teeth, âneed to breed you now.â
You moan out loud âplease, please alpha, need you to fill me up with your pupsâ you continue to beg him.Â
Quickly, his hips snap into yours, his thick muscles flexing as he holds your body steady, fucking into you deeply. Breath is sucked out of you as his pace increases; stars forming at the back of your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, mouth salivating at the increasing pleasure bestowing upon you. His length is a lot to get used to again, even though Logan tried to avoid knotting you back then because you both didnât have enough time, there were times when he would sneak into your sleeping quarters to knot you in the middle of the night, his hand pressed against your mouth to reduce your loud moans as he thrusts his large cock into you; but the everlasting pressure against your g-spot was making the pain melt away.
Logan thrusts in and out of your pussy effortlessly, your slick coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. With each thrust, he bottoms out, and it becomes difficult for you to remain upright. Limbs shaking from pleasure, your elbows begin to give way, landing you flat against the mattress.
Your mouth opens, but the only thing able to escape is a silent scream, too immersed in the feeling of him battering your walls and hitting your cervix to make a sound. A loud moan leaves your lips as he pulls you back up, his arms wrapping around your waist to use all his strength to hold you in position. His sweaty hairy chest is pressed flush against your back, the heat radiating off his body soothing you as his mouth meets your ear. A quick nip is placed on your earlobe as he catches it between his teeth.
âTaking me so well.â
He says in his deep voice. The praise quickly soothes your nerves, helping you relax into him as he holds your body close, closer than you had ever felt to him before. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know heâs not ready to let up just yet, but youâre too on edge to hold on.
âLogan I-Iâm gonnaââ
âI can smell it,â he groans, mouth meeting your bond mark as he sucks harshly on it.Â
A string of cuss words falls from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements donât slow either â his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate.
Feeling your release over him only makes him thrust harder, deeper. It sends him into a full-blown frenzy, unable to keep himself from chasing his high. âSmells so sweet, gonna breed you, Baby, have you pumped up with my pups. Gonna look so sexy with your tits filled with milk and your pregnant belly.â he rambles, the more he talks dirty the closer you get to the edge.Â
And you knew what this meant. You both finally have a chance to have children. Something you have always wanted when you first got together with Logan. Before meeting him, you never had high hopes to find a man and have a child or two. You were insecure and no one wanted a 26-year-old virgin omega. Especially since omegas were looked down upon back then.
But that time is over now, you're with the love of your life 70+ years into the future and everything you have ever wanted is here right now.
âGod, do it, Logan, please knot me,â the words slip between cries, still shaking in the aftermath of your orgasm, âBreed me.â
So he does.
His eyes slam shut as his mouth finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his sharp teeth sink into your skin, reclaiming you once again. Screams blow past your lips as blood begins to trickle from the wound on your shoulder. Your chest tightens in pain, loving and hating the sensation all at once. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood.
âThatâs it âmega. Doing so good for me. So perfect.â
Your heart flutters at his claim, have never felt as close to him as you do right now. Firecrackers lit through your veins, the connection between you and Logan binding stronger than ever and you couldnât be happier. It felt like you were floating in thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now, youâre too blissed out from the shock of him reclaiming you to notice how his cock is beginning to swell inside of you.
Cum shoots out of his member, filling you up to the brim until your abdomen begins to feel heavy and swell. That floating feeling quickly begins to fade as his orgasm keeps coming and coming, no inch of your insides gone untouched by his seed. It seems like it's never going to end, and you can feel the pressure from his release building and building inside of you. Your sensitive walls stretch as his cock expands, your body doing the job itâs supposed to; knotting to plug you up and make sure none of his cum drips out.
âLogan,â you whine, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock continues to inflate inside of you, âLogan it kinda hurts.â
âShhh Itâs almost over, baby,â he comforts you, stroking your hair before guiding you onto your side, laying behind you. After such a rough round, his familiar touch eases your pain. The light kisses he places along your spine let you sink back into him, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips instead of the balloon-sized cock stretching your vagina. Gentle hands trace circles up and down your arms as you listen to the sound of his calming breath. His chest heaves as he tries to come down from the adrenaline rush.
Soft kisses soon turn into small licks running over the length of your back as you lay there, still speared on his cock. Now that his animalistic needs were met, it was all about you.
âWhat are you doing?â you frown slightly.
âCleaning you up,â he answers calmly, his even more heightened senses finding nothing strange with this new method of aftercare. Youâre too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his alpha side was telling him to do then so be it.
As Loganâs knot begins to subdue he doesnât let go. His tongue soothes over the spot of his mark, all red, but could see the bond mark more visible than it was before.Â
âDo you really think this will work?â you ask Logan. You donât know what you will do with yourself if you arenât able to get pregnant by this. âIt will trust me, Darlinâ. And if it doesnât, weâll try again and again until it does,â he says as he kisses your shoulder.
âYouâre so beautiful, Iâm so happy youâre mine after all these years.â
Butterflies flutter in your tummy as a smile stretches across your face. All you want to do right now is to turn around and kiss him, so you do. His face is just as bright as yours when you meet his eyes. His hair is messy and his skin is shining with perspiration, but he looks handsome as ever. He welcomes your kiss like heâs been waiting for it all day. Mouth chasing after your lips, capturing them in a quick kiss before pulling away.
It's the first time heâs seen your eyes since youâve gotten home, and even then he couldnât appreciate them as he could now. There's a different glow that he didnât notice before. Maybe it's because heâs reclaimed you and knotted you after all these years, but he is willing to do anything and everything for you.
âI love you,â you sigh, pressing your palm to his cheek. He looks so innocent now, the blackness in his eyes now faded back to the hazel color you love so much. All the years and pain heâs been through, disappeared.Â
âAnd I love that youâre mine.â
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Lie Detector (Teen Dad!OP81 AU)
(Part of the Teen Dad!Oscar AU) Summary: Oscar does a lie detector test and Lando learns some tough pills to swallow.
âSo, our first media video for McLaren since the big news came out, right Oscar?â Lando said.
âYep.â Oscar weakly responded. When McLaren asked him to do the lie detector test again, hoping to poke fun at the recent events, he was weary. He knew his team wouldnât do anything to hurt him or his family, and it would probably be great from a PR perspective, but he was already tired of constantly answering questions.Â
âOr should I call you Daddy Osc now?â
âPlease never call me that.â
âSo, we are doing a lie detector to try and expose all secrets the two of us may be hiding, like an entire family for example.â Lando, of course, knew about Oscarâs kids before he was exposed, but he still loved the opportunity to poke fun at him for it, even if he totally understood why Oscar did what he did.
âThis time, we are using a heavy duty lie detector, with actual wires and someone to tell whether we are for sure telling the truth, instead of a toy that shocks us at random.â Oscar continued, ignoring Landoâs comment.
The words âOscar tells the truthâ flashed on the screen till a wired up Oscar appeared behind the desk.
âOkay Oscar, starting off easy. Is your name Oscar Jack Piastri?â Lando was giddy as he asked, really excited to get information out of his teammate.
âYes.â was all he responded. Truth.
âAre you originally from Australia?â
âYep.â Truth. This was easier than he had thought, but looking in Landoâs eyes, he could see the glint of mischievousness in them.
âAre you a daddy?âÂ
âI am a father, yes. I donât like the look in your eyes when you call me that.â Truth.
âDo you have any other kids you are hiding?â
âNo more than the two.â Truth.
âAm I their favorite uncle?â Lando knew he had it in the bag. The Piastri twins loved him and how much he spoiled them. Their parents? Not so much. Oscarâs fiancee had time and time again argued with the amount of toys Lando would get them at random.
He did begin to sweat a little as Oscar took a little longer to answer the question. He didnât know how to break the news to him.Â
â...Yes.â Lie.
âWhat! Oscar? You said I was their favorite!âÂ
âLando, Logan has been in their life since they were born. He established himself as the cool uncle. When I let him babysit, I always return home to them eating way too much ice cream. To be fair, I think he has trained them like Pavlovâs dogs to associate him with treats so now they get way too excited and jumpy when they see him.â Oscar explained.
âThis is stupid anyway I donât care.â Lando mumbled, caring very much that he wasnât the favorite. âMoving on, I donât have any more questions so I guess it is my turn.â
After the video had been filmed, Oscar and Lando walked back over to the meeting room that the Piastri twins and their mother had been given to hang out in while they filmed. On the walk over, Lando interrogated his teammate even more.
âI cannot believe that I am not the cool uncle! I have never not been the cool uncle. Mila thinks I am cool, how do your kids not?â
âLando, they are three, it is nothing personal. They love the toys you get them and they are always asking for you when they come to the factory. Logan just has seniority over you and has been the cool uncle forever, it is hard to dethrone him after a year.â Oscar said this hoping that it would stop Lando from spoiling them tenfold.Â
If anything it just made him even more motivated to overthrow Logan.
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landonorris logansargeant I will become the cool uncle
oscarpiastri lando please. No more toys we don't have the room
logansargeant In your dreams old man.
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A/N: Poured my soul into this a couple weeks ago, am dedicating it to everyone who's similarly torn between Sylus and their original LI- especially my fellow Rafayel girlies! This is not going to help! It's going to make it worse!! đĽ°
Unspoken
Sylus x Reader 𩸠(implied Rafayel x reader)
Summary: You could fix all of this if Sylus would just resonate with you. Why won't he resonate with you?
Genre: Angst, so much angst, brace yourselves
Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, injury detail, blood, swearing, possibly not lore-accurate (I've taken some creative liberties with Sylus' healing abilities and MC's resonance for the sake of maximum angst, because I like to suffer!)
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
âLike the first, warm prickle of sunlight when you step out of a cold shadow.â
âHmm?â
âThat is what you said to him, right?â
Sylusâs eyes are closed, his head leant back against the wall and his whole body heavy with tiredness. He doesnât move as he asks you the question. Doesnât fix you with that suffocating, crimson gazeâ like he usually doesâ and you almost miss it. Thereâs a pain to his tone, accentuating the gravel of his voice, and a part of you thinks it isnât all for the injuries youâve set about tending to.
If he was looking at you, you would see it, wouldnât you? That flicker of melancholy that sometimes likes to betray the rest of him. Maybe thatâs why he keeps his eyes closed.
You deliberate his words, trying to ignore the way he tenses as you press gauze to a wound on his stomach. They do feel familiar: a simile dancing at the edge of your consciousness, just barely out of reach. Itâs hard to pursue the past with the present wetting your fingertips, fresh, hot, and red.
One clue: That is what you said to him, right? Him. Him? Who wasâ
Ah.
Suddenly the words are your own, at the tip of your tongue, because you're saying them in a memory. You were with Rafayel in his studio, reunited and safely returned from the N109 Zone. He had been holding you close, telling you heâd missed you and that heâd been waiting forever; he was so, so bored. Youâd smiled fondly. Laced your fingers through his and resonated: wanting to lose yourself in his power, wanting to forget there was any other kind of warmth. He had sighed softly. The sensation was usually buried beneath blood and battle; youâd forgotten how intimate it was.
Then heâd asked you what it felt like. Â
âYou heard that?â you say to Sylus.
He hums a little. âNot directly.â
âSylus.â
His name evokes a faint interest, or perhaps itâs the way you said it: chiding, sternâ like you were just getting started. His right eye opens, regarding you warily. âMmm?â
âWeâve talked about this.â
âYouâve lectured me, sweetie.â He leans back again, eyes closed. âThere is a difference.â
You resist the urge to wring his neck, especially when itâs bared as invitingly as it is now. It feels calculated. Deliberate. You can almost imagine him lying there, anticipating the fatal vice of your hands. It was what he always seemed to want: to drag you into sin with him.
âI wouldnât have to lecture you if you actually listened to me,â you reason, releasing a breath. âYou canât keep spying on me, Sy.â
He hums again: this time sceptically. âCanât I? But you say such pretty things to him, kitten. Itâs like watching a melodramatic film. Iâd hate to miss it.â
âYouâre jealous.â
âMaybe,â he admits with a half-hearted chuckle. âThen again, maybe not.â
You donât know what to say, so you pretend itâs because youâre busy. Sylusâs hastily rolled up shirt has slipped downwards, catching the edge of his wound, and you lift it delicately, your fingers skirting over skin. His jaw clenches. His hands fist. His mouth is a tight line and youâre not sure what itâs holding onto more carefully: a short hiss of pain or the rest of his confession.
There are always things he isnât telling you, but he comes closer to it at times like this, when you could do anything to himâ cut his throat, collect on so many bountiesâ and instead youâre just⌠nice.
Itâs the reason he doesnât call when heâs slumped somewhere after a shootout, his Evol exhausted and his strength draining from half a dozen wounds he canât quite heal yet. Itâs the reason he lay here for who knows how many hours before you found him, rolling his eyes as you rushed to his side, because Luke and Kieran couldnât keep their mouths shut.
You want to shout at himâ want to scold him for being so goddamn stupidâ but you donât. Here you are instead, humouring him and playing nurse, when a simple resonance would suffice. Heâd tried to force it before, but now, when you had thrust your hand into his and willed him to take? Heâd snatched his hand back. Insisted on bearing his pain âthe old-fashioned wayâ.
He was so fucking stubborn.
âWhat does it feel like with me?â
Sylusâs voice is gentle but his eyes are sharpâ cutting into you like a blade striving for bone. Itâs an unintentional violence, a jarring: I know what youâre thinking, but Iâd rather hear you say it. Kindred spirits; he sees your mind and your heart and then looks at you like it isnât a weapon. Like you should be grateful for the knife at your throat because you can trust the hand thatâs holding it.
âI donât know.â
âOh, please,â he scoffs, âif you can conjure up a metaphor for your little artist, you can do the same for me.â
Something is stoked in you, and though you bite your tongue, your careful fingers slip for a moment, pressing into the tender skin at the edge of his wound. Sylus grimacesâ hissesâ though you could swear thereâs a hint of a smile on his lips.
Youâd sinned, hadnât you? âYou really wanna know?â
He nods, his eyes on you again. Itâs your hand on the knife, and he trusts you implicitly. Â
âItâs like⌠the ocean, I guess.â
âInspired.â
âShut upââ you flick his foreheadâ âjust listen, ok? It was overwhelming at first. Zayne, Xavier, Raf⌠Theyâre all so powerful. But you? It felt like you could drown me. Like you wanted to drown me.â
Sylus is quiet. Youâre running an antiseptic wipe over the smaller scrapes on his stomach, but he doesnât flinch.
âIt was consuming,â you carry on as you work. âFrightening. There was so much of it- so much you- filling my lungs, trying to take my breath away. The entire time I could feel how fathomless it was. I knew if I stopped fighting it I would sink, and that I would never, ever stop.â
You can remember it vividly, especially when youâre as close to him as you are now. Though thereâs no more dark energy, twisting around you, dragging you closer, you can still feel its grasp. You can see it, too, when you look up at him: hunger, burning red.
It isnât a command anymore; itâs a longing.
And you both know you canât give him what he wants.
âBut then I did stop fighting,â you continue, because you can at least answer his question. âAnd I could still breathe. I was still⌠myself.â You place a hand on his knee. âIt doesnât scare me anymore, Sy. Itâs vast and intimidating, but itâs⌠exciting, too.â
You smile and give his knee a playful squeeze. âI wanna see how deep it goes.â
Heâs stoic for another moment, an apathetic gaze dropping to your hand before lifting to your lips. Then heâs smiling too, leaning closer: âI want to show you how deep itââ
âDonât ruin it.â You push him back to the wall.
He laughs, running a hand through his white hair, his eyes never leaving yours. Thereâs a place in his mind where heâs closing the distance again, and he doesnât care if you know it. You feel the heat in your cheeks betraying you, so you focus back on the manâs injuries: the gash on his stomach has already bled through your bandages. Itâll need stitches.
You sigh, starting to peel back your previous work.
âDoes it hurt?â Sylus asks. âNow that youâve⌠stopped fighting?â Â
You glance up, and heâs examining his hand like itâs a gun he hasnât yet fired and so can't know the power of. He flexes his fingers, pale in the light. âA little,â you admit, thinking of Zayneâs ice and Rafayelâs fire. Resonating was always a trust exercise: it could kill you, could burn, and you had to be willing to let it. âBut I can handle it.â Â
Used bandages tossed aside, Sylusâs wound looks as dire as when youâd first lifted his shirt to find it. You lean back, lips pursed in bleak assessment; somewhere at the back of your mind, Zayne is insisting this is a job for a real doctor.
âThat bad, huh?â
You huff in answer, exhausted. You shoot Sylus a look of defeat before gingerly offering your hand.
His eyes flit between it and you, and you have to give another nod of encouragement before he surrenders. He holds his breathâ itâs slowâ his forefinger gliding tentatively up your wrist, spelling a silent question, before tracing a circle in your palm. He closes his eyes. His long fingers spread yours and heâs claiming your hand with something between reverence and sin.
His touch trespasses delicately. His Evol doesnât.
You bite back a gasp as power surges through you, dark and devouring. Your eyes snap shut and your hand tightens around his, not knowing if itâll ground you or drag you deeper, not caring so long as thereâs something in all this everything to hold onto. This could kill youâ you would let this kill you, but it wonât. Your nails are leaving crescents in his skin and you know, you know, the world will burn long before you do.
This is different than the others. Better than the others.
Suddenly your hand is empty and the darkness is not a promise but a place where youâre alone. Your eyes flutter open, searching for an anchor. Your head is swimming.
âAre you alright?â Sylus is looking at you, his hand on your shoulder, steadying you, and it takes everything in your power not to grasp it again.
So empty. So alone. âIâm fine,â you manage, but your voice is shaking.
âTch.â
Heâs not a man who wastes his time, and he knows better than to push that particular lie. Rejuvenated, he sits up, stretching his arms and rolling his shouldersâ reacquainting himself with the strength of his body. Heâs imposing again. Looming over you, again. His wounds have all healed, and you watch as the stains of his blood lift and disintegrate, like embers on a breeze.
His hand moves to massage his neck, and he yawns as he lazily tips his head from side to side. âEnjoying the show, sweetie?â
You donât really hear him. He chuckles, pulling his shirt back down before waving a hand in front of your face; you catch it in a heartbeat. âStop it.â
âThere you are.âÂ
He twists his wrist free, but then your fingers are around his hand, turning it over so you can get a better look. Your thumb traces thoughtfully over the marks youâd made. âArenât you going to healââ
âNo,â he smirks.
He wants you to ask him why, so thereâs no way in hell youâre going to. You both have your secrets: some worn on the sleeve and others, clutched a little closer to the chest. What does it feel like with me? You turn the question over in your mind as you tidy up wet gauze and bandages. You had told him the truth, just not all of it.
Like how you donât lose yourself in him, but feel more yourself than you ever have.
Like how every time it gets easier, but so much harder to stop.
âSo,â you mutter, distracting yourself, âare you happy with your metaphor?â
Sylus mulls it over as he studies you, a faint glow in his right eye. There are also things he wants to say, but heâs thinking of you and the artist, locked in a wistful embrace in a cluttered studio, so he keeps them to himself. His gaze tells you what he doesnât: that he will bear it with a smile, for you, and that he will hold onto it long after it makes his hands bleed.
âIt was a trifle trite, perhaps. Though⌠sweet,â he purrs. âWho knew a kitten could be so eloquent?â
âFuck you.â
âMmm.â He grins as he looks at your marks on his skin. âThatâs better.â
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Okay, so this is a little inspired by @dazzle02's post right here. Enjoy! đĽ°
"Let me move in with you," said Evan.
And.
And Tommy looked up at Evan.
Blinking.
There wasn't anything particularly special about tonight. Neither of them had that bad of a shift the day before, all things considered. It was after dinner. They were both in pajamas watching Shark Week. Besides Shark Week, there wasn't anything life-altering or important that would have made Tommy remember this lazy Thursday night.
But then again, something amazing always happened with Evan around.
Life-altering was Evan's modus operandi.
They met when Tommy was flying them into a hurricane. They got together after Evan maimed one of his best friends. Their second official date was at a last-minute hospital wedding when the original wedding had been canceled.
Dating Evan was nothing Tommy had ever experienced before.
And Tommy never wanted to stop.
"What?" Tommy laughed, not sure if he heard that right.
He was staring up at Evan. His head was in Evan's lap and Evan just - he kept playing with the curls in Tommy's hair; staring down at Tommy like he never wanted to look away from Tommy as he said, "Let me move in with you."
And it harkened back to that beer Evan still owed Tommy.
That Tommy was never going to let Evan give him. No, Tommy loved the idea of still being tied like that. To forever joke about the beer Evan still owed him.
"You want to move in with me?" asked Tommy.
And it wasn't that Tommy was against it. The moment Evan brought it up, all Tommy wanted to say was yes, yes, of course, Evan, yes.
But.
They had only been dating maybe four months at this point. Tommy wasn't against the breakneck pace Evan seemed the most comfortable in, but at the same time, that was a big decision. And that wasn't to say that Tommy didn't believe that Evan would want this, but it was always good to be absolutely sure.
"You've got a kickass garage. You've got the best beer in town. I heard a beast lives here. Why wouldn't I want to too?" asked Evan.
"Evan."
"Tommy."
Tommy snorted.
"Tommy, I hate my loft. I hate my fucking loft. I got it with my girlfriend Aly because she liked it, and then she almost immediately broke up with me. I haven't been able to decide on a damn couch in that place. I don't know why I have two balconies," said Evan, "But none of that is even why I'm offering this."
Tommy laughed.
"Offering?"
"Tommy, I - I miss you," said Evan with all his heart; a little broken.
Tommy reached out; placed a hand on Evan's cheek.
"Evan. I'm right here," said Tommy softly.
"I miss you when I wake up and you hadn't slept over. I miss you when I try out a new dish and you're not there to taste-test it. I miss seeing you just randomly reading Chef's Choice or The Dos and Donuts of Love or - or How to Find a Princess or Better Than People or The State of Us on your couch whenever I walk into your house with the key you gave me. I miss the lavender you insist on making your house smell like. I miss you when I get in my car and realize we won't be carpooling. That you won't insist on driving and I won't get to play you music as we start our drive early so we can take a scenic way to my work or yours. I just miss you. All the time. I want to fucking live in your pocket. Which is a lot. I know. But I want that. I want you. And I'm so sure you want that too."
And.
And okay, if they were being honest.
"Evan, I - I wake up and it feels empty if you're not here. If you're not sprawled on top of me when I wake up. If you're not laughing and insisting that we take a shower together. That if we do, we'll be saving water. Despite the fact that you know full well that it takes double the time with how distracted we get. I miss you when I walk up to my coffee maker and you're not there to play the 'guess how Tommy takes his coffee' game that I think you're failing on purpose at this point - "
"No, I'm not," said Evan like a liar.
"Oh, I know you are," laughed Tommy, "But I kind of love that because it's still fun. And I miss you when you're not there to get into my Mustang with that jerry-rigged contraption of yours that somehow forces Bluetooth to work on my stereo. And how you keep showing me all these new and amazing songs I never would have dreamed of finding on my own."
"People are sleeping on Kehlani," said Evan.
"Yeah. I know," agreed Tommy, "And - and I miss you when I don't get to kiss you goodbye and hear you say you'll see me after your shift. And I miss you when you're not there to pick me up or if I'm not there to pick you up and you kiss me hello and ask how my day was and tell me all about yours. And I'm not saying we need to be glued together. But I am saying that every moment I get with you makes my whole day better. My week. My month. My year. My life. And, uh. I don't know, maybe you owe me moving into my house."
Evan laughed.
"Oh, I owe you now, huh?"
"I mean, you offered. Pay up. Move in."
Evan laughed harder, leaning down to kiss Tommy. And it was an awkward angle, and the kiss was a bit messy, but it left Tommy breathless; left Tommy swimming in overwhelming yes.
"Okay. I guess I'm moving in," said Evan happily, his smile soft and so excited.
"Yeah, you are," said Tommy as he pulled Evan back into another mind-blowing kiss.
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Kinktober Day 9 - Yandere!Hybrid!Hongjoong + Predator/Prey & Marking
Anonymous Said: Hongjoong from ateez. Consensual Predator/ Prey & Biting/ Marking. Yandere & Hybrid. A/n: Hongjoong and Predator/Prey just go together so well, oh my lord. Also, I sort of pictured him like Klaus from Vampire Diaries/The Originals in this. I hope you like it!! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monster Features Word Count: 1,239 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist
âItâs cute how you think you can escape me.â His voice is nothing but calm, seeming to echo around you in all directions. âThereâs no way out, My Love. The sooner you give yourself to me, the better this will be for the both of us.â
Your eyes dart every which way, back pressed firmly against a large tree. The surrounding forest is dark, the moon hiding behind a cloud and making it even harder for you to see your surroundings. Your heart pounds relentlessly inside of your chest, ears ringing as you strain to hear even a hint of his movements drawing near.
âI can hear your heartbeat, My Love.â Hongjoong hums, sounding slightly closer than was before. âYour body calls to me. It beckons me, and once I catch you, you will finally be mine.â
Cautiously, you peek around the tree, scanning the darkness for any signs of movement. It sounds as if heâs coming from off to your left, yet for all you can see, the forrest surrounding you is completely still.
Taking a low, deep breath in, you dart behind another tree.
Keep moving. You have to keep moving.
An eerie, high pitched giggle reverberates around the area, making your heart stutter inside of your chest.
âOh, My Love,â The grin he wears is clear in his voice. âDo you really think you have a way out of this?â
A gentle breeze drifts through the trees, stirring the leaves that litter the ground. Their soft rustling is deafening, covering the sound of footfalls stalking ever closer to where youâre hiding.
âDid you really think that I would ever let you go, once I set my sights on you?â Thereâs an almost air of condescension to his voice as it slowly crescendos around you. âDid you not know that from the very first moment we met, you were mine?â
A golden glint through the darkness catches your eye, and you swear that your heart stops. Your breath catches, body tensing only for a moment before youâre taking off sprinting deeper into the woods.
A maniacal laugh fills the air around you.
âThatâs it, Little Rabbit,â His gleeful shout can be heard all around you. âRun! Run right into my loving arms!â
You donât even spare a glance behind you, lungs burning as you attempt to fill them with air. Your feet begin to hurt from how hard theyâre pounding on the earth beneath you, knees threatening to give out as you hear rustling behind you.
You know itâs pointless to try and outrun him, but like hell youâre not going to try.
A moment passes, suspended in time. As if the whole world freezes around you, the air being knocked from your lungs.
âFound you.âÂ
The harsh bark of a tree digs into the skin of your back, shirt torn in multiple places. The warmth of another body, firm and intimidating, keeps you pressed in place as hands hold your waist. Fingers desperately dig into your skin, a chest rumbling in contentment pressed flush against your own.
Hongjoongâs whole body shudders as he buries his face into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. His hips roll into your own, thumbs teasing along the bare skin of your waist as he pushes you deeper against that tree.
âThereâs no escaping me now, My Love,â His voice rumbles out, nosing along your pulse slowly. âYouâre mine now⌠Forever.â
Your hands settle around him, hands splaying on his back. You can still hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears, but instead of fear, the only thing you can feel coursing through your veins is excitement.
Hongjoong takes in another stuttering breath, his lips parting in a moan. âYou smell delectable.â
âItâs all for you, Joongie.â The corners of your lips tug upwards slightly, tilting your head to the side to offer him more of your neck. âYou caught me, fair and square. Iâm yours now. Forever.â
The way you repeat his words from only moments before has a feral snarl tearing from his throat. Hongjoong wastes no time gripping your one thigh and hoisting it around his waist, pressing in closer to you. His forehead rests against your own, golden eyes shining as he stares deeply into your own. Black veins crackle down the sides of his cheeks, fangs poking out from beneath curled lips.
âYes you are, My Love.â He hums his agreement, nuzzling into the side of your neck. His one hand slips down, fingers toying with the waistband of your jeans. âAs I have always been yours. Since the first moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be. Together, as one.â
He pops the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down meticulously.
Your breathing deepens. âAs one.â
A pleased rumble shakes his chest, and itâs as if whatever calmness he had just been exuding for your sake, snaps.
Instantly, his hand slips beneath your jean, fingers sliding passed your panties. He lets out a low moan as he drags his fingertips through your folds, loving how wet you are already. His hips jerk, lips latching onto the side of your neck as he begins to circle your clit.
Your hips jolt forward, eyes fluttering shut as a blissful moan tumbles from your lips. Your breathing is heavy, thighs twitching as he increases the pressure of his fingers over your clit. All this buildup has made you so eager⌠so sensitive, that his mere touch already has you teetering on the very edge.
âCome on, Lovely,â he rasps out, hot breath hitting your pulse with every exhale. âLet me see that beautiful face contort in blissful ecstasy as you scream my name.â
âHongjoong-â His name is but a whimper on your lips as he increases his pace over your clit.
âThatâs it, Love,â His voice deepens, veins almost pulsing beneath his eyes as he laves his tongue over your pulse. âJust like that. Cry out my name as I finally claim you as my own. Soak my fingers as you flood my tongue with your very soul.â
Your whole body shudders, and with one final flick over your clit, your orgasm crashes into you unexpectedly. Every single rush of pleasure through your veins is only amplified by the feeling of his fangs sinking deeply into your neck.Â
Hongjoong eagerly drinks his fill of you, keeping you suspended in bliss for as long as he can. His nose is pressed against your skin, small groans escaping him as your blood floods his tongue. The whole while, he never once stops his movements over your clit, needing you to experience every single moment of the same ecstasy that he feels from simply being in your presence.
The way you continuously shake in his arms, thighs twitching around him has a smirk tugging at his lips.
Finally, he slows his fingers over your clit, allowing you a small reprieve as you come down from your high. He pulls away from your neck, laving his tongue over the fresh mark on the side of your neck. His eyes are hooded, golden gaze flashing with nothing but a loving, lustful pride as he admires the mark heâs just given you.
He smiles, turning to watch you as you attempt to catch your breath.
Leaning in, he nuzzles his nose affectionately against your own, your blood still clinging to his lips.Â
A gentle hum escapes him. âYouâre mine.â
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one more chance?
casual part 4 ; final part
â彥 đŹđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ ~ you wake up to billie next to you; the memories of what happened last night flood your mind.
â đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ ~ billie eilish x reader
â đđ° ~ none
ę¨ đ/đ§ ~ hi guys! this is the final part of casual, i think. thank you all for your support on this series! keep a eye out for new fics here đ
you wake up to the sound of soft rain pattering on your window, the sound stirring you awake. you open your eyes, and suddenly feel a weight on top of your arm. your eyes widen and it all comes back to you.
last night billie cried in your arms for hours until you finally made her go to sleep. she never even told you what happened. originally you said youâd sleep on the couch, but when billie looked at you with those sad eyes, eyes that looked exhausted, and asked you to hold her, you couldnât help but give in.
now, youâre regretting that decision. you gave into her, you told yourself you were done with her, you wouldnât text her or let her into your house anymore- you especially wouldnât let yourself get in the backseat of her porsche anymore.
you sigh, looking up at the ceiling lost in your thoughts.
suddenly you feel billie move a little, her arm wrapping around your waist and her head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. this is when you give up, you could tell she really needed someone right now, she needed you right now.
you shift a little and cradle her head in your hand, the other hand gently tracing shapes on her back. something about how sheâs breathing told you this is the best sheâs slept
in awhile.
a few minutes later she stirs, her arm moves from your waist for just a moment to rub her eyes. her face is still a little swollen.
when her eyes open and meet yours, she rests her head on your bicep, sighing.
âheyâ she says lowly, her voice still raspy from sleeping. she looks at you like your the world to her, you remember that look, it no longer makes you feel good.
you smile weakly at her, exhaling a breathe that felt like youâve been holding it forever.
âbillie you know this was a bad idea.â you say, biting your lip without thinking.
you hear her swallow, her eyes straying from yours, moving to the wall behind you. âi know, iâm sorry. i just didnât know what else to do- or who to call. youâre the only one that can handle me like that.â she says, looking away.
you sigh in defeat, rolling over a little and looking at the ceiling above you.
she sits up, moving from your arms. ây/n i know i fucked up okay, but these past few months have been hell without you. i canât see other people without feeling guilty and i donât know why.â she says, not looking at you once
you glance over at her, you can tell sheâs being honest. billie doesnât just say that.
âbillie you made me feel used and when i told you, you told me i was dramatic.â you say, looking forward. you couldnât bare to look at her in the eyes.
she sighs, turning to face you. âi realized that, i never once wanted to make you feel used. itâs just- you scare the shit out of me.â she says laughing softly like she canât believe it, your brows furrow in response.
âit scares me- the way i feel about you, it was supposed to be just a causal fling. but when i wasnât around you i felt like i was running on autopilot or some shit- the only time i felt alive was when i was with you. and it scared me. i didnât know how to deal with it- and i didnât want to ruin what we hadâ she says, looking over at you. she speaks like sheâs been holding it in for months, which she probably has.
you look over at billie, your eyes soften seeing her expression.
âyou wouldnât of ruined what we hadâŚâ you speak softly, and she looks up at you
like she canât believe it. she canât believe you felt the same way all along.
ây/n im in love with you. i was 3 months ago and i am now.â she speaks, letting out a deep breath at the end of her sentence.
your brows raise, you never thought youâd hear her say those words.
âgive me one more chance, please.â she says, looking into your eyes with desperation. you blink a few times, before gently cupping her face and kissing her.
it felt like a thousand fire works were set off, you missed her lips so much. the way they molded together so perfectly, it was like they were meant to be together. the way her hands gripped your waist was gentle. one of her hands go up and tangle in your hair, holding you in place.
you used to kiss and do this all the time- but this felt different, it wasnât out of lust anymore, just pure love. it was a good kind of different though. it felt a lot better.
she was first to break the kiss, resting her forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. a soft smile lingers on her face. her hands gently brushing through your hair to smooth it out from her hands roaming your hair.
âso.. can i have one more chance?â she says, raising her brows with a little smile.
you take a moment to pretend like you were thinking about it, but you knew the answer already. you knew the answer the minute you blocked her even if you ignored it. youâd give her as many chances as she needed.
âyes.â you say, smiling back at her.
she giggles softly and kisses you again, her hands gripping your hips and pulling you on her lap playfully. small giggles were heard from both of you as you kissed, both you and billieâs hands roamed around the places you missed most.
maybe youâd regret this in the long run, but fuck if it didnât feel good to be under her grip again.
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Hi can you write a Percy Jackson x fem reader
The reader and Percy do not get along itâs like a love hate relationship.During episode 4 Percy sacrificing himself at St Luis arch the reader breaks down the door and sees him fall.she then jumps after him.When they get out the river they both have an argument about the whole incident.which leads to the reader admitting she cares about him.Happy ending pls.
an: OMG STOP STOP BC I ACTUALLY ACTIVELY SCREAMED AT THIS REQUEST ANONNNNN STOOOOP I LOVE THIS SM IM ABOUT TO WRITE IT RNNNNNRNRNRNRN
â§RECKLESS || percy jackson x fem!reader
summary: as the group go to their next destination they arrive at the arch, annabeth and y/nâs momâs sanctuary for some time. just when they think theyâre safe, things donât go to plan.
word count: FUCKIN 5878 NO BC IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THREE HOURSSSSS AHH
warnings: y/n and percy being in a enemies or lovers trope, annabeth and grover being third and fourth wheelers, arguing, near death experiences, slight blood warnings, poisoned percy, a bit of crying? LIKE A TINY BIT, y/n is very argumentative.
as the group made their way to the st. louis arch, they werenât doing very good. at all.
on their way, the original plan was to get straight to las vegas, but thanks to the monsters and not wanting to take a break, their train got ruined by the mother of monsters.
as they walked into the front entrance of the arch that annabeth and y/n recommended. they had stated that monsters canât get in and it will give them more time to find some way to get to las vegas a lot quicker than on foot.
âsix-hundred and thirty feet wideâ annabeth startedââsix-hundred and thirty feet tall, both two within an inchâ
as they four of them walked fast enough to cause an old lady whiplash, percy and grover listened to the two of them explain their mothers sanctuary.
âitâs got no internal support. each side is balanced perfectly against one anotherâ y/n states once more as annabeth nodded along with what she said.
âthe arch is held up by symmetry, itâs held up by math!â annabeth expressed.
âoh and itâs earthquake proofâ y/n added to annabethâs comment, giving annabeth a small glance before they walked down the steps of the entrance into the small museum full of kids on a field trip.
âitâs also high enough so poseidon canât ruin itâŚbut i donât think mom would appreciate his child being in here, so.â y/n looked over to percy who gave her a tight thin lipped smile before mumbling.
âniceâŚâ annabeth and percy looked at the two before giving each other a look to soon squeeze themselves through the group kids.
âexcuse meâ annabeth mumbled to the boys and girls who turned and moved out of the way for the four.
âthis is how you show athena your love, a monument to the power of perfectionâ annabeth told.
âitâs a monument to some other stuff tooâ grover added as they looked around and saw other things regarding more olden times, guns, head skeletons of buffalo and other things.
âyour talking about what some humans want this place to be about. weâre talking about what it actually isâ annabeth placed her hand over her own chest while looking at percy and grover who frowned but agreed nonetheless.
y/n rolled her eyes when she saw the amount of âskeletonsâ and other things that litterd the walls and glass casing all around them. the people seeming to be pleased enough at what they saw to take a picture.
âitâs sad to know they donât know what it really means. very pathetic really.â y/n mumbled to herself as she turned to annabeth. percy looked over at her and blinked before widening his eyes and choosing not to say anything about what she said.
âwhateverâŚweâre safe here, right?â grover made sure to comprehend as they walked.
âno monsters can enterâŚnot even echidnaâ y/n reassured grover who nodded nervously.
âweâre safeâ annabeth added on.
âgreatâŚwell since our train exploded! iâm going to see if thereâs another one we can get tickets on. we canât stay here forever.â grover looked over at the huge plastered picture of buffalo being attacked and hunted by hunters.
looking overly slowly at the three he said once moreââjust because weâre prey doesnât mean we need to be helpless.â turning around to leave, annabeth nervously cleared her throat and walked up to him.
âwait! iâm going to go with you. you two wait here, donât leave and donât moveâ annabeth ordered y/n and percy who frowned their eyebrows.
âwhere would we go?â y/n asked her with a raised eyebrow. annabeth rolled her eyes and caught up to grover who walked rather fast.
as the two of y/n and percy watched annabeth and grover walk away, percy decided now would probably be a good time to start a bit of conversation to stop the awkward silence.
âhe doesn't like it when people mess with animals,â he added.
y/n didnât both turn to his side but acknowledged his voiceââyeah. i know.â
percy turned to y/n who kept her eyes focused on annabeth and grover even though they were long past the barrier of her eyesight.
ââŚwhy are you so quiet?â percy mumbled, his eyes looking over y/nâs frame that was unmoving from her standing position.
âwhy does it matter?â y/n turned to his presence now. seeing he was a bit away from here
âit doesn't itâs justâŚyou knowâŚkind of awkward?â percy nervously mumbled.
sighing percy didnât want to really give up on the conversation knowing it would probably be best. the last thing he needed and had the time for was for y/n to snap at him, but it was worth the shot.
âso, this is your moms place?â
y/n kept quiet and turned her eyes and head another direction from percy who kept speaking. clearing his throat he spokeâ
âbe right down just going to the pottyâ he said in a girly squeaky voice. this gained y/nâs attention.
as childish and stupid as it was, it was definitely an uplift from the previous mood. she lightly grinned but turned her head.
âlistenâŚme and you donât get along and we both know thatââ
âis it that obvious?â
âshut up and listen okay?â y/n sighed as percy nodded shamefully and let her continue .
âi know you said it all in me and annabethâs headâŚmostly mine? that i tell myself that our mother cares because itâs easier that way.â
percy let his eyebrows frown once more as he shook his headââi didnât say that?â he looked at y/n who turned her head to him and gave him a small look of which spokeââreally?â
he shrugged it off and continued to talkââlook ive been a demigod sinceâŚâ looking off to the side to calculate he finally came with an answerââlast saturday. you shouldnât listen to me.â he told her as y/n let what he said soak in.
looking off to the side a bit she came up with some ideaâplan for him to take, an offer.
âyou know, this is my mothers place. butâŚa temple is a temple. maybe you can say hi to your dad while your here?â she explained.
percy seemed to almost take up her offer but quickly denied it. not wanting to really contact poseidon at the moment.
âno thanks.â he quickly shrugged off. this came undeniably confusing to y/n.
âwhat could it hurt?â she genuinely wanted her answer but he still shook his head.
âyour think with your motherâŚi get it, itâs different, it works for you. but my fatherâŚi donât want anything from him. he had his chancesâhonestly youâve done more for me in the past free days than my fathers done my entire life. if i have to stick with someone iââ
trailing off as he caught himself y/n seemed to catch his slight slip up and tilted her head to the side a bit. her eyes looking him up and down before she smirked a bitââcareful..i think you were about to call me a friend.â
before the beginning of the quest. before all of this. they had claimed in stone, they were and would never see themselves as friends. nothing more nothing less: the two of them simply didnât see eye to eye. their priorities were set on two different things, and they both knew that.
but, things seemed to have change a bit on one end, and a lot on the other.
percy slightly looked down at the floor below as y/n turned her own head away from his.
âsomewhere around here the Oracle is laughing at us but you knowââ
as she said this percy seemed to feel insanely dizzy and instantly fell to the floor, y/n being there to catch himââwhoa! percy? whatâs going on?â she asked him, being careful not to bombard him with too many questions given the fact he just fell out.
her arms being slightly wrapped around his shoulders he held onto her as he let her slowly let go of him. percy slightly sat down onto the floor as he caught his balance.
âhey! what happened?â grover and annabeth came running immediately when they saw him fall.
âi thinkâŚi think those stinger things were poisonousâŚâ percy breathed heavily, his breath seeming to shorten on supply.
y/n looked around and it seemed to click for both the athena childrenââi have an ideaâ the both of them claimed.
as the two of them grabbed up on percy they found themself in the water that sat in front of the museum. with percy sitting down into it, the other three stood as they scooped and splashed percy from the head down with water.
he sat there and took it as they kept going scoop from scoop, hoping something would happen.
passers walked by and some stood to watch what they were doing and they their were kids sitting in the fountain but none took it upon themselves to stop it.
âthe water cured him back at camp! it should work with poison too!â y/n found herself quickening her scoops of water while annabeth looked momentarily at her sister who wore a very worried expression.
if anything, sheâs never seen her this worried. not for a while. not for percy.
âyou knowâi think, i think this is workingâ percy grabbed onto y/nâs hand who helped him standââthis was a great callâ he acknowledged their idea but only to end up stumbling back down into the water with even more dizziness.
âor not.â he breathed out.
âmaybe it needs to be naturally running water for Poseidon to heal him?â y/n mumbled while she placed her hand comfortingly over percyâs shoulder.
grover looked to annabeth who went to speak but just then they heard crashing and sirens going down just ahead of them. they all went to look and seen a police car being flipped into another car.
âwe need to get back inside!â annabeth went to pick up percy along with grover but y/n was quick to deny.
âno we need to keep trying!â
â this isnât working y/nâand sheâs coming!â grover sadly looked at y/n who stressed her expression of worry towards percy who looked up at her momentarily before the two of them looked ahead along with annabeth and grover to see echidna slowly strutting her way over to them with a grin.
y/n breathed out and quickly thoughtââokay look, weâll take percy inside and weâll go to the temples alterâ y/n went to pick up percy who grabbed onto her arm and hand as the other two helped to pick him up as well.
âalter? where is there an alter?â grover asked, frowning his eyebrows at the two.
âthe highest pointâthe best view!â
âokay! but what good is that even going to do us?â grover stressed once more.
y/n sighed and looked over to annabeth who looked at her and percy.
percy had his grip held tight on her as she equally had the same amount of strength being held onto him to secure him from falling.
âweâre going to get to the top, and weâre going to ask our mom for helpâ she breathed out. grover seemed to stop for a bit along with y/n who was nervous about this plan.
âask mom for help? annabeth are you insane?â
âi thought we didnât ask for help?â percy put his two senses in making annabeth look over to him. seeing they didnât have much time for anymore conversations, annabeth ushered the group to begin walking.
âcome on; we need to keep movingâ annabeth spoke in a hurry.
grover placed percyâs other arm over his shoulder to help balance out their walk and annabeth stayed to y/nâs side.
just as they began to walk and y/n with annabeth failed to walk a bit and happened to stumble behind. echidna began screeching to the two girl who turned and startedâcouldnât helpâbut listen. their expressions becoming more flat, a bit worried.
percy took a heavy notice of y/nâs absence and turned to see mainly her with a saddened expression on her face.
why did she look like that? what was she seeing? what was she hearing? his thoughts raced. seeming to focus on her rather than himself being poisoned.
she let her eyes widen and she snapped out of some trance along with her sister who gripped her armââguys? did you hear that?â y/n looked over to annabeth who nodded immediately.
grover and percy however?
âhear what?â percy asked her with concern. grover shook his head and y/n looked at annabeth who sadly looked down.
âcome onâletâs keep walkingâgo help percyâ annabeth told y/n who jogged to percyâs side and grabbed only his arm once more.
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as the group hurried their way around the people who were mindlessly talking with themselvesâcompletely unaware of the danger that was happening for the demigod children. they kept turning around to make sure their backs were clear.
some people would momentarily look at the group who carried one boy who looked like he just seen a ghost as they had their wet clothes tracing the floor as they walked.
the four of them getting into the small sitting elevator, they sat downââwhat was that back there? what did you guys hear?â he asked the two sisters, but his main eyes trained on y/n who didnât say a word. annabeth doing the same , she found her pinky slowly reaching over to y/nâs.
she got the hint and fully placed her hand over annabethâs. percy looked down at their hands and came with the conclusion.
âshe spoke to you twoâ percy breathed. his body was cold, and wet. the poison doing nothing more and adding onto his weakness and cold body.
âalecto did that with me. back in the museum back in new yorkâ he recalled. annabeth and y/n still not speaking a word, only looking down and blinking momentarily.
percy didnât really want to admit but he was becoming concerned for y/nâs mind. what did she hear that was bad?
âwhat did she say?â he asked once more.
just then, annabeth looked up in a hurry and squeezed y/nâs hand who looked up as wellâand there she was. echidna.
she stood over the small metal balcony with her moneyed baby right behind her.
just as the doors shut they saw the two horns. y/n let her eyes widen along with the rest of the groupâs.
grover gulped but began to talkââwas that the chimera?â he looked over to y/n who place she head in her hands and held them their in stressâpercy looking over with frowned eyebrows as his wet hair dripped into his eye.
âiâi think that was the chimera!â grover worryingly spoke. percy let his focus set on y/n who kept nervously looking anywhere but the group.
âhow did the chimera even get inside here? how did any monster get inside hereââ
ây/n?â percy breathed out, his worry building up on y/n who kept quiet. annabeth looked over at her sister who didnât even look at her either.
âweâre in a secretary, athena would have to let her in but why would she do that?â
ây/n!â percy called out to her once more. seeing her eye finally set up upon his own he hoped they could keep their eyes trained on one another.
âwhat did echidna say to you?â he askedâdemanded and answer.
she worryingly looked back down before shaking her head a bit, biting on the inside of her cheek.
âshe said my impertinence ruined our mother pride. and that that, would be our doom.â she looked angrily over at percy who shook his head.
âimpertinence? what kind ofââ finally recalling. medusaâs head.
giving y/n the look of knowing she gave him a look as well as annabeth and grover watched them talk.
â medusaâs head.â he nodded while y/n shook her head, a frown setting upon her features.
âi embarrassed my motherâŚâ
percy shook his head while trying to clear up his running thoughtsââbutâiâm the one who sent the head to olympus? i sighed the noteââ
âand i went along with it! it embarrassed herâŚnow sheâs angry. because of your impertinence, and because i was dumb enough to go along with it, we wonât get any help, we wonât get an answer from her!â y/n shouted to percy who shook his head.
ây/nââ
âno! annabeth, he needs to understand this isnât some game, this isnât camp, we can seriously die out here, and he canât just go around sending dead body parts to the gods just because?â y/n stressed even more as percy nervously looked at y/n who avoided his eye contact once more.
âguysâŚwhat are we going to do?â grover broke the silence as they seemed to be near the top of the arch.
âshe isn't going to help us when we get to the top to have percyâ annabeth expressed to grover who cut her offââno i mean what are we going to do about echidna and chimera? they're going to be right being us,â he exclaimed.
as the four of them looked at each otherâpercy hoping to catch y/nâs eyes but failed he looked down at the floor.
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âweâre not going to have much timeâ as the group let themselves out of the elevator, y/n getting out first to leave percy with grover and annabeth to help him out.
percy took a hard notice to this but tried to shrug us offââtheyâll be up here any minute. and if our mother isnât going to protect us, then weâll just have to fight it out up hereâ y/n finished as they walked up the short amount of stairs to the top.
once they did was when y/n lost her confidence for a second and saw a huge crowd talking among themselves with phones taking pictures and smiles on their faces.
and when percy, grover and annabeth were behind her, they saw the extent of trouble they were in.
âoh noâŚwe gotta get everybody out of hereâ grover expressed with worry as he held onto percy.
percy looked to y/n who seemed to smile a bit with her idea.
running to the fire alarm she pulled it, setting off a loud beep that got everybody's attention.
as everyone slightly panicked and walked their way down the hall with the others, y/n placed her hand onto annabethâs shoulder and ushers them along the hall.
âyou guys follow the group down the stepsââ
âwhat?â percy hurried to look at y/n who momentarily look at him then back at grover who spoke.
âno, noâweâwere not spitting upâ grover expressed.
âgrover come on!â
ây/n iâm not leaving you here!â annabeth spoke to her sister who gave her a sad look.
âno⌠no no no no weâre all getting out of here togetherâ percy breathed out, hoping to get y/nâs attention. once he did he kept their eyes focused on one another.
âwe wonât make it! the chimera is a demigod killer! someone has to stay back to slow her down and buy everyone some timeâ y/n walked with her hand on annabethâs back while they walked to the steps with everyone going down in a hurry.
once they got to them, grover, annabeth and percy turned to y/n who stood at the door to make sure she shut it before they left.
âokayâonce you get downstairs you need get him to the river. and donât stop. not till you get to hades. not till you have the bolt, do you understand?â y/n looked at the three before looking at percy, he shook his head in denial.
ây/n you canât just stay here and say that and expect me to listenââ
âdo what i say annabeth! just this once, okay?â she pleaded. annabeth shook her head with a frown upon her lips, forever going the same.
âokay go!â she heard the footsteps of the two right behind and went to shut the door only for percy to speak.
not wanting to let her go he quickly came with a plan.
âwait!ââ taking the pen that formed into a sword out of his pocket he held it to y/n who looked at it.
flipping it around to make sure the handle would be in her touch, he held it out to her and spoke once moreââtake thisâ he held out to her.
as she went to reach slowly, he waited for her grip to hold tightly onto itâonly then did he switch sides, pushing her into the room and closing the door.
âpercy!â y/n yelled out to percy who made sure the door was locked.
âpercy!?â grover yelled. the three of them baging on the door as percy breathed heavily, his body weak and pale.
âpercy no! donât do this! theyâll kill you!â y/n yelled her voice becoming louder but more weak.
âposiden never helped me before. he wasnât gonna start now. i wouldâve never made it to hades. but you can. and now you will.â percy talked to them before he walked away from the foot. their banding never stopping.
âpercy! please?! you canât do this!â y/n cried out.
walking towards echidna and the chimera who walked their way to percy whoâs eyesight blur more and more. causing him to stumble and his weakened grip on his sword.
âthis is the end sweetheart.â echidna spoke softly, her motherly tone never wavered. âdonât fight it. youâll only make her angry.â she warned.
as the chimera walked over to percy he held his sword up higher with determination in his eyes. the chimera began to growl as she went to open her mouth, inside a small orange and red glow becoming prominent, percy swung his sword at the leg of the chimera, making it rawr out in anger and slight pain.
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behind the door y/n banged harder and harder, hoping somehow he would come back and change his mind.
annabeth couldnât watch her sister be like thisâhurt, confused, mainly disappointed. turning sound as she reached into her pocket to grab her own sword that extended, she let it change its form into a smaller pick pocket knife.
âyou two! go now, go to the bottom of the steps and wait outside, police are bound to show up, so stay with them and donât move! iâll meet you down there with percy!â y/n demanded her sister and best friend who shook their head.
ây/n pleaseââ
âannabeth! listen to me! okay? iâll be okay, iâll see you guys down there, go!â she pushed them slightly as they looked at y/n once more who nodded to the two, giving them a slight smile.
annabeth gave one back as she nodded and grabbed along of grover, the two of them making their way down the stairs.
as y/n turned around the let her knife be placed into the middle of the lock, letting it extend, it did just enough to to break the lock and break the metal of the door.
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pulling and pushing its paw up, she pushed percy far into the metal railing of the side of the wall, making him fall and yell out in pain. the chimera snarling at percy. as she walked over to percy once more he laid onto the floor with weak arms and body to see it open its mouth and their in the pit of her throat, fire. being bubbled and arousing through the back of her throat.
âpercy!â y/n yelled. he turned around immediately to see y/n run towards him and pull him out of the way of the chimeraâs fire that erupted through its throat and mouth, spreading and melting the floor below. y/n grabbed ahold of y/n as she pulled him away form the fire.
his grip holding onto her to make sure she was safe and unharmed, y/n quickly checked over percy as he nodded slightly.
in the distance, echidna raised her hand and flexed it towards the floor before them, a huge gaping hole being torn open into the carpet and metal floor. the wind from the highness of the arch blowing into the faces of y/n and percy who held each other.
the chimera roared loudly as y/n went to help percy stand up the two for them made their way over to the chimera with their swords in hand, y/n made her way in front of percy who noticed this and tired to quicken his pace so that he was in front of her.
swinging her sword the chimera dodged it and hit y/n so hard she passed out right onto the other side of the hole.
ây/n! percy yelledââ soon percy tried his turn only to be hit with the chimeraâs horns. throwing him back in the walk and down the gaping hole.
the chimera seeming pleased, it walked its way along with echidna to see percy still holding on.
ây/n! wake upââ he grunted.
y/n paid along the side of the carpet ground with her head pounding.
âso unfair. you never had a chance did you?â echidna looked down at percy who was praying to whoever that y/n woke up right now.
âif only someone cared enough about you to provide you with oneâ she tilted her head as percy grunted and held onto the metal plate that was the only thing supporting him right now.
ây/n?!â he called out once more.
just afar, she grunted and let herself slowly wake up. just as she looked over and grabbed ahold of her sword. seeing echidna shake her head down into the hole she stumbled her way up, the blood on the head running down her eyebrow and down the side of her eye.
âpercy?â she looked and saw he was nowhere to be found.
putting up all her strength, she stood up and hit echidna across the back of her head with her sword making echidna help out, the chimera turning around to her mother to her y/n had yelled outâ
âpercy!â she yelled seeing him reaching out to her as he fell, she took her jump and went right after him.
the two of them falling down further and further, y/n stretched her hand far enough for the two of them to be holding each other's hand.
as y/n felt herself lose consciousness once more from her injury, percy gripped her hand even tighter, and just as he turned a bit from the air around them, he saw a huge water thing, coming right towards them.
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when percy came to. he was under the green water. the small fish and thing around him, he hurried his eyes and head to turn and see y/n not too far from him. her eyes still closed and her hair clouding around her.
swimming out and going to pull her up to the surface, percy felt himself and her go back down a bitâlooking to see her foot caught and stuck around something that held her in place.
swimming down a bit to held her foot get unstuck he grunted and strained as the bubbles from his mouth started to flow and go up to the surface. pulling and pulling he suddenly saw something.
something glowing in the green waterââyou are frightened.â it claimed.
blinking his eyes to see what it was he frowned, but kept pulling at y/nâs foot, his only priority was to get her out.
âitâs alright percy. your father sent me to tell you, itâs alright.â he paused a bit at this and looked over at the flowing glow.
âjust breath.â she instructed. going to do soâhe abruptly stopped and went back to pull at y/nâs foot. her head still bleeding and her body still unconscious.
âyour father is here, heâs always been hereâ she continued to talk as percy pulled at y/nâs foot.
âitâs so hard for him to stand back, to see you struggle. it is so hard for us all. but heâs here, and heâs so very proud. trust him. trust yourself. stopping his movements and looking over at the flowing glow, he held onto y/nâs leg who started to shake awake.
her eyes slowly opened and focused to see her and percy and somehow ended up into the water. she looked to see percy looking over at something, following his gaze she saw what he was seeing and frowned.
âjust breath.â she told once more and when y/n turned down to percy, he breathed in and seemed to be breathing just fine under the water.
looking up at y/n he saw her holding her breath and went right back to pulling her foot with all his might, this time she was there to help. pulling up her foot, percy came with an idea, one that she definitely wouldnât like.
going up to her, face to face, he placed his hand on her shoulder then soon her neckâif y/n couldnât speak with her words, she definitely would with her expressions. with one that wokeââwhat are you doing?â
he looked down with his eyes at her mouth and she immediately shook her head knowing exactly what he was implying. he looked at her and grabbed ahold of her cheek while she looked down to pull at her foot, her lungs burning and screaming for air.
percy gaining her attention, she blinked the water going in and out of her eyes and she held his eyes with her own. frowning she nodded her head slightly and let percy lean in under the waterâhis lips setting upon hers he breathed in his air to buy her more time. once they retracted, y/n and percy held eye contact before he kept his hand held on her own.
once he was down to her foot, he tugged as she pulled and soon she was free.
grabbing only y/n, the two of them hurried and swam to the top.
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when they got to the surface, they swam to the concrete surface and pulled themselves along the metal rails. y/n got the helping hand of percy who pulled her with the two of his hands.
âyour okay, are you okay? your okay, right!?â percy rushed to ask y/n who caught her breath and immediately reached up to touch the blood and wound that happened to close up.
looking at percy who half his hand on y/nâs arm and neck he checked her body and she took note of how he was healed as well.
âpercy! iâm okayâŚim okayâ she soothed him as he slowled his movements and looked into her eyes.
âyou jumped after meâŚyou followed me down not knowing what would happenââ
âhow could i not percy! how could i not? you are so careless, reckless and so selfish to think nobody would think of you and how you could have died! you left meâ us, behind in the staircase to go off on our own and save your mom from the underworld!? how messed up is that percy! she would want to see her son! not two kids who she doesnât know!â y/n percy in his chest who stumbles back.
he looked nervously up at y/n trying to grab her hand only for her to slap it awayââyour selfish, greedy, reckless and so so stupid percy jackson! and iâm stupid enoughâŚâ when he heard this he looked at her from the ground to see her slowly shaking her head at percy who looked up at her with hope.
âiâm stupid enough to be the idiot one as well and jump after you. and iâm stupid enough to have cared so much. too much about you. percyâŚyou canât do things like thatâŚnot now, not even. not as long as iâm alive.â she felt her eyes water a bit with the amount of worry he put her through when she was behind that door and out of his reach.
percy took note to this and hurried to grab her up and hug her tightly. she arms immediately finding their way around his body and his wrapped along her body as well. the two of them held each other so tightly they forgot about the world around them.
when they let go from the hug that seemed to have lasted forever, sorry nervously laughed. y/n looked confusingly at him with a small grin on her face.
âsoâŚwhat happened underwaterââ
âdonât!â y/n placed her hands over percyâs mouth who smiled at her as she shook her head in a hurry, her cheeks seeming to redden.
ây/n!â
âpercy!â two voices yelled from behind them. the two of them turned around to see grover and annabeth running to them.
âannabeth!â y/n happily yelled. as they embraced each other, percy hugged grover who hugged him tightly.
âyour safeâ annabeth breathed outââbut howââ
âdoesn't matter! what mattersâŚis that weâre together, safe.â y/n smiled as she turned around to grover and percy. her eyes lingering on percy a bit more which seemed to not go unnoticed by grover and annabeth.
âcome on! we need to get movingâ annabeth held her hand along y/nâs back who walked with her.
as they walked, annabeth and y/n talked amongst themselves while grover and percy walked.
grover noticed how percyâs eyes never left y/nâs form and his focus never left her.
âso..â he started. percy let his eyes linger but his head turn to grover before his eyes focused on him.
âwhat happened under water?â grover finished making percy abruptly stopped, pulling grover with him laughed.
âwhatâhow do youââ
âmy ears hear many things dudeâ he smiled at percy whose face was grew redder by the second.
turning to see y/n and annabeth still walking and talking he turned to grover, turning him around so their backs were friend to the girls.
âunder the waterâŚi found out i can breath. but y/n was stuck soâŚto give her more airâ i had to share my airââ
âso you kissed?â grover interrupted making percy grow red all overââdonât say it like that and donât let her you know! sheâll kill meâŚshe also. happened to tell me she actually cares about me, a lotâ percy smiled at the recalling of what she said.
âsoâŚshe basically confessed she likes you?â grover added once more. percy looked to the side as he nodded slowly.
âdude!â
âgrover please! donât tell herââ
âi wonât i wonât!â
percy nervously breathed out before letting go of grover who straightened his jacket.
as the two turned around to see the girl waiting but still taking, grover turned it percy and yelled with a smileââso y/n what happened!?â he ran over to y/n making percy run after him
âgrover!â percy yelled.
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She's the Only Girl that I wanna Love
Pt 1: Mary is the Girl I Wanna Fuck Summary: Miles was acting strange... Stranger than usual anyway Tw: Implied sexual indications, Gaslighting, Emotional manipulation [Might make a part 3???] Taglist: @tomhockstetter7-111, @onegayvampire, @niajjcka, @ihatemakingnames, @maxiscoolongg, @ashhole0-0, @fxchild
You awoke feeling hot all over. You felt hands on you and feet entangled with your own. It took a minute before you realized what had happened. You were trapped in Miles hold. When seeing his peaceful face, you remembered what had happened.
You sat up, but not before wiggling your way out of his grip. You release a sigh, before pushing your fingers through your hair. You can hear him moving in his sleep, before he groans, his hands seemingly searching for you.
Miles peeks opens his eyes, before calling out your name, confusing on where you were.
"I'm still here. I didn't leave."
He looks up at you confused, before scratching the back of his head, his eyes scrunching together. "Right. I mean... where would you go?" He chuckles.
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You had been stuck in the Fairchild mansion for longer than originally planned, but it didn't seem to bother Miles. In fact, he relished in your presence occupying the home. You both knew you'd have to leave soon, but Miles was hoping that maybe something would happen and stop you from leaving.
Sure, maybe it was a terrible thought, but it was far from the worst thought Miles ever had, especially the ones with you in it. The thought made him smirk to himself. He knows he shouldn't think about you in such a way, but honestly, he didn't have much of a moral compass to care. Besides, he was sure you felt the same way. You had to. You were perfect for each other. Perfect.
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You frowned as your fingers pressed against the strings. It was frustrating and irritating. There were indents on your fingers from the guitar. You groan before taking off the guitar strap and putting the guitar by your side.
"Had enough already?"
You roll your eyes, before looking at him, "We've been doing this forever. I think it's time to accept that I'm just hopeless."
He laughs, "I don't think you're hopeless."
"Well, I sure feel that way. Why can't we do something else?"
"Okay, what do you want to do?"
"Um... Isn't there a fish pond near?"
"Yeah, but the pond is probably frozen."
"That's too bad."
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Things were weird. The house felt.... cold. And dark. There was something off about the place, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Not to mention Miles was acting weird... At least, weirder than usual. He wasn't the Miles you knew at school; He was a lot, well, meaner. Maybe not to you directly, but you could see it in the way he treated those around him. It wasn't him. But who was it?
You thought about confronting him, but what would you have said? You don't even have any concrete idea of what is happening, just a feeling. You can't confront someone based on a feeling. But... You didn't like the change and you wanted Miles back, but how could you do it?
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You felt trapped and Miles was clearly mad. You weren't sure why, but it must have been something you said.
"So, what? I'm not good enough for you?"
"I never said that-" You sheepishly get out as he steps towards you, his nose nearly touching yours. His eyes were dark and swarmed with an unknown emotion.
"You didn't have to say it. I know. Nobody thinks I'm good enough." He looks away from you, a frown over taking your face, "Maybe... that's why my parents are dead."
"That's not true, Miles. Your parents loved you-"
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Love me?"
"Of course-"
"Then why won't you stay?"
"I can't not go to school, Miles."
"That's not what I said. Don't twist my words."
"You said you wanted me to stay-"
"Yes."
"And by staying, I would be missing school."
"What is it about school? The people? You don't talk to anyone else. The work? Education? You can do it from here. There are people trained-"
"No, Miles."
"What?"
"I'm not staying here with you. I don't know what's going on... Maybe it's this house, but I can't stay here. YOU can't stay here," You grab his hands, pulling them close to you. But when you look up at him, it's like he's not there. "You have to get out of here, Miles. Something's happening to you and I think it has something to do with this house."
He tilts his head, "Oh, Y/n." He pulls one of his hands out of your grip and caresses your face. "You're so precious... Yet so stupid." You feel him reach behind your ear and press hard on that hollow spot. You try squeezing your shoulders together and grabbing his hand, but it was useless- He was stronger than you and you were slowly losing conscious. You... couldn't... think... Your eyes.... are heavy.... Then it was all black.
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Omg that not alot just forever fic literally changed the trajectory of my life ive been giggling kicking my feet sliding down the wall in slomo twirling my hair I LOVE UR WRITING STYLEđđŤśđŤśđŤś
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ăHalloweenă Stiles Stilinski x F!reader
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"A friend of mine is having a Halloween party this weekend, do you want to come with me?" you ask breathlessly after breaking the make out session you two are having in an empty classroom. He grunts in annoyance at the interruption but doesn't let it discourage him as he keeps kissing you even after. "Mh- Stiles?"Â
"Yeah," Stiles replies distractedly between kisses. "Yeah that sounds cool." His index fingers hook into your belt loops and pulls you closer to him from where you're sat on the teacher's desk, him comfortably snuggled between your thighs.
"Did you even hear a word I just said?" you ask with a chuckle before pushing his face away from yours, your hand squishes his cheeks until his lips pucker up in a funny way.
"Of course I did! halloween party this week end, got it" He says and removes your fingers from his face to kiss your swollen lips again, and again.Â
"Great! We could- do- a couple costume- let me talk!" Your hands push his chest away from you enough to catch his attention. "Hellooo? You with me?"Â
"I heard every word" The boy grins widely and places his hands on your waist, gently holding you. "I was just trying to stock up on enough kisses that will last me until the end of the school day." The fake sappiness in his tone makes you roll your eyes.
"boo loser!" You answer and fist his shirt with your fingers to bring him back closer to you, you peck him again.
He chuckles at your reaction and allows you to pull him back, his hands moves from your waist  into the back pocket of your jeans and leans a bit over you to speak next to your ear. "What do you think about skipping the rest of our classes?" Stiles mumbles as he leaves kisses on your cheek and jaw.
"we really shouldn't" you answer and, sadly, put and end to your make out session by getting down from the desk, despite Stiles whines and attempts to keep you there.
"I can think of a million reasons of why we should," he protests as you get off the desk. "We have no work due in any classes, the teachers have been pretty boring today and now we have economy with the Coach. You want me to go on or have I made my point?" Stiles says as you grab your purse, and his wrist, to leave the classroom and begin to walk down the empty hallway together.
"Stop being a baby and focus on the costumes. I was thinking of the usuals: angel and devil?" you chose to ignore his complaints.
Stiles intertwines his fingers with yours and follows you easily, keeping up with your pace. "And I guess I would be the devil." He says throwing a wink at you and you snort as response.
"You? please! I would be the devil."
"You? No way. You're too cute to be the devil."Â
"And you're too innocent." you bite back.
He lets out an offended gasp. "Excuse me? do you remember I was possessed by an evil spirit like- a year ago? You can't stand a chance!"
"You can't alway bring that up as a way to win Stiles!"Â
"Yes I can! I was literally the perfect vessel for something evil. You can't beat that!"
"Oh my god okay. Let's just change the costumes, what about...Sexy nurse and patient?"Â
It was his turn to smirk this time. "Shouldn't you find it sexist?"
"Shouldn't you find it hot?" you bite back.Â
"That depends' would I be the sexy nurse? in that case ye-"
"Put your sarcasm away for a second, Stilinski."Â
"You act like you don't know me," He giggles to himself, "but seriously, how about something more original. We can't just go with clichĂŠs come on."
"What did you have in mind?" you ask as you stop in front of your locker just when the bell rings and signals the start of the next lesson.Â
He shrugs. "I don't really have anything specific. I just don't want something too clichĂŠ like a nurse and a patient..." He trails off, "...what about princess Leia and Han Solo?" he asks with fidgety fingers and red cheeks and you immediately catch what he's implying.Â
"mhh I wonder why..." you trail off as you close your locker with books in hands.
He lets out a nervous chuckle and rubs the back of his neck. "No reason!" He tries his best to keep his expression as neutral as possible, but the red ears and agitated fingers betray him.
"what a coincidence though... just a few days after watching Return of the Jedi you conveniently get the idea to dress up like in that movie." You rest your shoulder against the lockers and gaze up at him with a smirk.
He stutters a little. "What? it's a pretty cool movie, and- uhh... I thought the outfits were iconic and stuff...yeah... " he says, the excuse sounding less and less believable with each word.
You put the books in your purse. "Which outfit did you find iconic then? say it."Â Your arms are immediately crossed in front of your chest with a winning expression on your face.
He groans annoyed, "What?! Is it a crime to think you would look hot in Leia's slave costume?" He asks mildly offended.
"ha! I knew it!" you point an accusatory finger at him that he gently swats away.
He lets out a flustered laugh and blushes even more, running a hand through his messy hair under your amused eyes. "Okay, okay. You got me. But can you blame me? You would look so hot."
Your thumb raises to his face to wipe off the lipgloss you accidentally left on his lips. "Thank you baby, but I'm afraid I would freeze my ass off in that costume, what about Morticia and Gomez?"
His eyes light up at the suggestion. "Fuck yes, I'm in!" He sighs almost dreamily at the thought and you can't help but think he would be a great Gomez, considering how he behaves daily with you.
You giggle with your hands now in his hair to fix the messy state they're in (absolutely not your doing). "I'll buy our costumes tomorrow, kay?"Â
He hums in agreement and basks into the feeling of your fingers in his now... 'presentable' hair, at last you tried. "Goodbye Y/N in the Leia's slave costume, you were brighter than the whole sky." he sighsÂ
You laugh out loud and slap his shoulder lightly, "shut up!"Â
He chuckles in response, not even trying to defend himself or avoid the playful slap. "I am allowed to have dreams!" your boyfriend playfully pulls grabs your cheeks to look at your face better. "Is someone getting flustered?"Â
"haha. Before acting so cocky you should see if you would be able to handle the sight." you sass back to try regain your confidence.Â
"oh trust me, I would be able to handle the sight." Stiles replies with a hint of cockiness before pecking your lips. "In fact, I wouldn't mind if it was an every day sight."
Even if Stiles doesn't notice, you take it as a challenge and you chose to not reply at that, only shake your head at his antics. "Come on, let's go to class, maybe the coach will shut you up for good."
He groans at the comment but follows you in the correct classroom. "If we had stayed in that class you could have silenced me in another way, that's too bad." He says in "fake" disappointment as you both enter the classroom.
"Oh my god what is wrong with you today?!"Â
The night of the party you're in the bathroom when you hear your front door slam shut, "babe I'm here! Where are you?" you hear his footsteps approach your bedroom and you shake your head at the way he enters in your house undisturbed without even knocking.
"In the bathroom! And for the record, I let you get a copy of my keys for emergencies only." You shout from behind the closed door and you hear your boyfriend huff as he walks into your bedroom, the bathroom's door is the only thing between you two now.
"You should define what is an emergency for you." He replies. "And I never asked for a copy of the key, I just did it"
"... is that suppose to make it better or...?" You ask as you look at yourself in the mirror on last time, the costume is.. something: your chest is covered by a golden bra with multiple metal-like rings that goes around your chest and back, paired with loincloth-style, red skirt supported by the gold waistband with the same decorations as the top and around your neck sits a collar with a small chain that dangles between your breasts. Well... this is humiliating and... hot? Fuck, Stiles turned you into a nerd and you hate it.
"Just a clarification... Are you done in there Morticia?" he jokes from outside and you brush your hair one last time, you love him but there is no way you would have bought the wig too.Â
"In a sec!" you breathe out, you're kind of nervous about his reaction.
"Okay! Hurry up I'm excited to see! Do you remember that yesterday's was coach's birthday, right?" He says from his laying position on the bed and you take a deep breath before opening the door of the bathroom slowly.
"We threw eggs at his house yesterday nigh, you should have seen his face when he opened th-" He snaps his head up to meet your gaze and his jaw drops at the sight.
You suddenly feel shy in front of him and you fidget with your hands as you wait for him to say something. "Do you... like it?" you ask with anticipation.
It seems like the entire word was stolen from his mouth, his brain was not functioning anymore at the sight of you. "I-" is as all Stiles is able to say as he sits up on the edge of the bed to get a closer look at you and his eyes roaming all over your body.
"Please say something I feel really stupid right now," you giggle nervously and your boyfriend's mouth opens and closes repeatedly like a fish.Â
"I-uh...I think my brain stopped working." He swallows and gulps loudly, the words, the numerous compliments he wants to throw at you are all stuck are stuck in his throat and it's difficult for him to speak right now. Â You grin proudly and do a slow twirl around to make him see everything, careful not to flash him considering the fact you're not wearing anything underneath the skirt... it's not like you're actually planning on making you or Stiles leave this room tonight so why bother ruining the fit. "Fuck." He stands up from the edge of the bed and walks towards you with long strides.
He stops just a few inches away from you and gazes down at your figure. "You look so gorgeous" he breathes out and a hand goes to hold one of your hips, the sudden need to touch you is making his fingers itch uncomfortably as his eyes stay fixed on the golden rings around your chest.
You let out a genuine laugh and take him in too, he's clad in the iconic striped suit Gomez wears, with a cute bow tied around his neck and hair slicked back neatly. "You look really good," you compliment him with a smirk and you receive a bewildered look as response.
"Me? I look good!? Look at you! I'm pretty sure I'm hallucinating right now this can't be real." He scoffs and takes a step back to admire you all over again, "fucking hell, you look unreal."Â
"Where did the cocky Stiles of a few days ago go?" you ask sarcastically as you walk towards him again, your hands on his chest to push him back until the back of his legs hits the mattress.Â
He lets out a huff as he's shoved backwards onto the bed, he bounces on it a couple of times and then looks up at you as you stand in front of him. "Gone. Gone, forever. He won't ever utter a word againohmygod" He almost promises in a groan when you straddle his lap.
You nod satisfied in a thought-so manner and adjust your position on his thighs. "Now, do you want me to change into the Morticia costume and go to the party or-"Â
"The second option. Whatever that is I don't care, we're staying here tonight." he answers firmly and his hands immediately go to your hips under the skirt.Â
You nod in amusement, "that sounds perfect," you lean in to kiss his lips but he sadly interrupts you, gesturing to your costume with timid eyes.
"... is there any chance you could keep this on?"
"Well I bought it for a reason, didn't I?" You ask as you untie the bow at his neck and he literally moans.
"Just when I thought you couldn't be anymore perfect."Â
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âhe loves you, but he would never say that to your face.â
â-but he would never admit that.â
â-but he would never tell you.â
???
Are you sure? I am an avid tumblr stalker, and Iâve read so many things on silly little hat man in my time. Iâve seen things that tore my heart to pieces, that patched it up, that made me want to rip my guts out and throw up, that made me feel on top of the world.
And yet this is the one thing that bothers me so very much. I know, everyone has their own interpretations and opinions on different characters. So let me share my own.
The Wanderer is such a deeply written and intricate character, strung together with deep fears and insecurities, tragic backstories, and a beautiful story of change, healing, and moving forward. (I hate hate hate it when he is forced down to the level of nothing but oversexualization and âuwu sexy anime boyâ, but thatâs a conversation for another time.)
Iâm sure if youâre reading this, youâre probably acquainted with Wandererâs backstory, so Iâm not going to explain. A lot of shit happened that made him who he is, and ever since the events of Irminsul, he has taken on a new path that he cannot go back on. Not like heâd ever want to. He said it himself, he never had any intention of returning to the Fatui. (And also- why choose to go backwards when youâve got such a nice path set ahead of you?)
Anyways, point is, heâs changing. Notice how I said changing. Heâs not changed, heâs just starting to. Heâs getting there. Which brings me back to my argument. In the case that Wanderer ends up with a partner, things are certainly not going to be like a normal relationship. (Heâs got plenty of red flags, donât even try to deny it. But heâs a fictional character, so I suppose we can let this one slide.) Is he going to make the first move? That depends on if you make him desperate enough. Otherwise, itâs all on you, babe.
Heâs not going to take it well. Heâs going to deny it as hard as he can. You donât love him, how can you? He is the furthest thing from loveable as you can get on this godforsaken planet. (His thoughts, not mine) But he certainly loves you, and, albeit with some likely pressuring assistance from Nahida, heâs come to terms with that terrifying knowledge.
âBut he wouldnât admit that to you.â
STOP. STOP RIGHT THERE.
Here is where my controversial opinion comes in. Most people tend to portray Wanderer as this cold, cut-off, aloof and irritable man, even in a relationship. And before you say anything, no, I absolutely do not think he would be the lovey-dovey, sappy, overly caring and romantic type. Heâs not on either end of the spectrum, but I do think heâs somewhere in the middle (but probably leaning towards the former side).
Love is so, so very scary to him. And downright unknown. Heâs traversing into uncharted waters here, give him some space to figure things out. That being said, heâs testing these waters. Heâs not going to say he loves you at the beginning of a relationship. He has to make sure this thing is going to work. Your relationship is a newly built bridge, and those three words are the heavy cargo passing through. Without a strong foundation, the bridge is going to collapse, no questions asked. The only problem is, itâs going to take a long, long time to build that bridge. Itâs going to be more expensive, more time consuming, and cost more materials than you had originally bargained for.
But that cargo canât sit on one side of the bridge forever, can it? No, it has to get to the other side at some point. So if you have the patience to give your time to this bridge, the cargo will find its way to the other side. The foundation may wobble, the planks may shake, but the bridge isnât going down.
He loves you, and he would admit it out loud. He would say it to your face. Just maybe not as soon as you want it. Itâs going to hurt, and youâre going to wonder if he actually cares for you or not. Fear not, because if you pay attention to those little things he does when youâre not looking, it will feed you those little crumbs you need till you can finally be satiated when the full meal is done cooking. He mends things for you, things you had given up on because youâd never have the time nor energy to do it yourself. He cooks, and surprisingly, itâs always your preferences. He collects things that remind him of you, some he keeps out of embarrassment, and some he leaves on your bedsheets whenever youâre not home.
Heâs been hurt, abandoned, and betrayed far too many times to immediately let himself fall into something as complicated as a relationship. Heâs going to be distant, youâre going to disagree, probably fight a bit. Heâs just seeing how far he can bend the lines, how much you really want him. (red flag maybe!! but heâs working on it, itâs going to be okay. mayyyybe you can look past just this oneâŚ) If you wonât leave even if he does this, then he thinks, maybe youâre the one. Maybe fate decides to treat him benevolently for once.
And when you finally, finally get to that point, heâs going to drown you so deep you can never get out. Heâll say he loves you, does everything in his power to make sure you never forget it. (no, heâs not going to read you love poems in the moonlight and call you darling. sorry if thatâs your thing, thatâs not who he is.)
This relationship will never be perfect, but relationships never are. Just as long as the two of you are willing to be patient with the other and get through your differences and clashing personalities, you are going to mold together perfectly. And even if he doesnât say it often, (which he probably wonât. heâs certain you know it. why repeat something already ingrained into your mind? he doesnât use those words lightly), itâs not like heâll never say it. He wonât leave you in the dark for too long. He loves you, donât worry. Heâll say it, but he prefers to show it.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#saylorâs thoughts#wanderer#wanderer x reader#hoyoverse#scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#heâs so mean lowkey but i love him#i mean#he really would try to be better for you#why would he want to be the cause of your suffering#itâs hard for him to say sorry tho#but i think he could do it with time
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Word Count: 2,421
Contains: Gender Neutral reader, no pronouns used, kissing, fluff
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A/N: I LOVE TENYA RAHHH. Also new theme!!!!!!
It was obvious that Tenya had a huge crush on you. He always found a reason to strike up a conversation with you, whether it was offering help with studying or asking to borrow a pencil (even though you knew he had enough to last the next two years). However, he would never make a move on you; it was physically impossible for him. Whenever he tried to keep the conversation going, he would trip over his words and make an awkward exit. Even when seeking advice, he couldn't bring himself to potentially embarrass himself in front of you.
As soon as you stepped out of the classroom, a familiar hand grabbed your shoulder, halting your movements. You recognized the grip as Iida's; he always stopped you like this when he wanted to talk or just have your attention for a moment. "How are your preparations for the upcoming exams?" he asked, his small but nervous smile indicating his interest in you. He was always diligent about checking on everyone's progress in class, but it seemed like he used it as an excuse to speak to you more often.
You turned around to face him smiling softly as you already predicted him stopping you. "It honestly could be better. I kept getting distracted if I tried to study." You said with a chuckle as you held onto your bag that was on your shoulder. "I end up getting dragged by Mina to hang out" He gave an amused snort at your answer, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "You should take your studies more seriously, you know that. We can't have you falling behind." He lectured softly, but he wasn't necessarily angry like he usually does with the others.
You nodded agreeing with him. "I know but it's hard. Mina doesn't hear the end of it until I go with her." You said as you played with the ends of your hair, twisting them between your fingers as you looked up at him. He let out a soft chuckle Seeing you happily playing around with your hair made him want to give in to your whims. "You need to find a balance. At least make some progress with schoolwork, okay?" You nodded and smiled at him, making a soft hum in agreement. "I will. I always do"
A small part of him wanted to ask to hang out to get to spend some time with you. You noticing it and saw how he was trying to form words you spoke up.You noticed the shift in his demeanor and spoke up, asking if he wanted to walk together to the dorms. Surprised by your invitation, he felt a spark of joy inside. After clearing his throat, he returned to his usual self and nodded with crossed arms. "I was heading that way anyways, so it works out perfectly. Let's walk together, yes" he said. You smiled and nodded back as you both left the school together.
He walked beside you in his usual confident stride, hands swinging along his sides as usual. He wanted to be casual, but he was very nervous about walking beside you. He loved spending time with you, but he still wasn't sure how to properly act around you, despite knowing each other for quite some time now. He glanced over at you as you walked, before looking away quickly again, trying to think of what to say.
As we strolled along the path, a soft breeze danced around the two of you, swirling through your hair and lifting it delicately. He couldn't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the wind played with your locks and the gentle curve of your smile. The sight of you made his heart race, a mixture of joy and nervousness flooding through him. As he walked beside you, he couldn't shake off the urge to do something, say something to make this moment last forever. "The weather is quite pleasant today," he remarked smoothly, though his mind was racing for a more creative phrase. He scolded himself internally for his lack of originality.
A giggle escaped your lips as he tried to make small talk. You met his gaze and replied, "I agree. The weather is just right." He nodded in agreement, enjoying the pleasant temperature himself, but more interested in spending time with you.
"Let's hope it stays like this for a while," he said, keeping the conversation going. As he looked at you again, he couldn't help but notice how the wind was making your hair dance around. He resisted the urge to reach out and fix it. You hummed in response, "I love this breeze. It feels so refreshing," as a gust of wind tousled your hair once again.
"The breeze is quite pleasant," he agreed, his gaze fixed on the way your hair danced in the wind. Every part of him wanted to reach out and brush it away from your face, but he resisted, clenching his fists at his sides. Donât be weird, donât be weird, he repeated to himself, looking straight ahead to avoid temptation. The wind eventually died down, leaving your hair in a disheveled mess with strands tangled and sticking together. Tenya stole a glance at you, trying to calm his racing heart, but it was no use. The messy hairstyle suited you so well. He watched in silence for a moment before he couldn't resist any longer and reached out to untangle your hair, causing both of you to pause mid-walk.
The moment he touched your hair, softly pushing it back and away from your eyes, he felt his heart thump even more violently. His fingers were gently combing through the strands, trying to fix up your messy hair. You couldn't help but smile at his gesture, a little surprised that he made a move, there must've been a lot of back and forth in his mind to do so. "Thank you" He looked down and met your eyes for a second, feeling his heart skip a bit as you smiled at him. The fact that you seemed so unfazed by all this only added to his growing nervousness, and it took all his mental power to stop his hand shaking. "It's not a problem," he replied, still gently straightening out your hair despite it almost being completely untangled now. It was just an excuse for him to still keep his hand on you a little while longer.
As he met your eyes you started feeling something you've never felt before, your heart beat faster, and a soft blush appeared on your cheeks. What kind of effect was he having on you? He noticed the pinkness creeping up on your cheeks, but he wasn't sure if it was because of him being this close or just because the wind was slightly cold today. Either way, the sight of you blushing only made him want to touch you even more. He could feel his heart rate increasing as well, his breath growing a little more shaky.
He finished up with your hair, but he didn't move his hands yet, now just resting it gently on your head. How he wanted to pull you close to him⌠Your lips parted wanting to speak but no words were able to come out. You just kept looking at him, not mind that the two of you were standing there looking at each other close to the dorms.
Tenya struggled to come up with something to say, but his words were caught in his throat. He could only stare at you, completely mesmerized by your presence. Your face was so close to his, and he couldn't help but admire its beauty. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around you and never let go. "YouâŚ" he began, but the words failed him and he swallowed hard. His hand moved down to rest gently on your cheek, his large hand cradling your face.
"Just kiss already!" A familiar voice was heard from afar. Tenya immediately snapped out of his trance, his hand pulling away from your face almost too fast as he whirled around to the source of the voice. His face grew red in embarrassment, the both of you looked in the distance and saw Mina and Toru, giggling as they waved to the two of you. "Go for it!" Toru yelled laughing.
You couldn't help but chuckle at how they had probably been for a bit just witnessing the two of your guys having your moment. Tenya turned back to you, his face completely flushed red by now. He knew they were aware of his feelings for you since he would ask them for advice on how to talk to you without embarrassing himself but he didn't think they would embarrass him like this. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, unable to look you straight in the eye. The moment was ruined.
You smiled wider as you turned to face him seeing how flush he was you reached up resting your hand on his arm "Don't worry about them. They are just teasing us" He looked back down at you, his heart beating rapidly again when he felt your touch on his arm. He found himself immediately relaxing, the feeling of you around him just calming down his nerves. "It's not that. It's justâŚ" he started, his eyes looking away again. His mind was still reeling with the memory of what he had been about to do before he was interrupted.
"I just⌠was just about toâŚ" he trailed off, his throat feeling tight again. How was he supposed to explain this? "About to what?" You asked titling your head, already knowing the answer but wanting him to make a move by himself. He swallowed, looking down at you with a flustered expression. Damn it, he thought He paused for a moment, contemplating if he really should spill his feelings right now in the open, but the feeling of you still touching his arm just made him feel like he couldn't say it.
He struggled to force the words from his mouth, his voice trembling with emotion. "I wanted toâŚto kiss you." It was difficult for him to express his true feelings, but he knew he needed to be honest. You chuckled softly in response. "Is that so?" You said, running your hand along his arm. He let out a shaky breath as your touch sent shivers down his spine. It felt like you were intentionally trying to make his heart race even faster.
"Y-yeah," he admitted, almost stuttering on the first syllable. His chest felt like it was bursting, his heart feeling like it was going to jump out of his chest at any moment. He glanced back to where the two girls were, making sure they weren't still watching, before looking down at you again."I really⌠want to kiss you right now."
"What's stopping you?"
The words left your lips in a soft whisper, barely audible but filled with emotion. His intense gaze met yours again, his heart and mind racing at a dizzying pace. Your own heart thumped loudly in your chest as you gazed up at him, the slight height difference between you adding to the intensity of the moment. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the two of you and the vulnerable words that had escaped from his mouth.
"Nothing," he answered in a low tone, his voice a near whisper. He reached out hesitantly, cupping your face in his hand again. "Absolutely nothing." Without another word, he bent down and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled as you immediately kissed back, both of your lips fit perfectly against each other. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and melting into the kiss. Your mind was spinning and your heart was beating out of your chest, not wanting this feeling to ever stop. He couldn't believe he was kissing you, but the softness of your lips was a reminder that this was, in fact, not a dream.
After a bit you pulled away, letting air back into your lungs. You looked at him, licking your lips softly already missing his lips on yours. He took a deep breath as you pulled away, he was sure that if you didn't pull away first he would've found himself just standing there with his lips pressed against yours for hours. He was feeling a little lightheaded too after that, the feeling of your lips against his just driving him mad. He watched you lick your lips, and he couldn't help but mirror your action, the action making him want to kiss you again right then and there.
"I didn't know you had it in you Tenya," you said using his first name. He felt his face heat up again as you giggled. "Don't tease me," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. "It's not like I have much experience with this sort of thingâŚ"
"I liked it. I did" Yousaid softly smiling widely. "And I know how hard you've been trying to talk and just hang with me" He looked back at you and could see the smile on your face. His heart fluttered at the sight, and the feeling of you saying you liked the kiss made him want to pull you into another one." You knew?" he asked, his face still red. You nodded. "Yeah, asking for a pencil. Really? Everyone knows you are always prepared"
"Please, just listen. I'm not sure what I'm doing or saying right now, it took a lot of courage for me to even approach you and I did enjoy our kiss. I've been wanting to kiss you for a while now and-" his words started to become jumbled as he stumbled over them, but then he abruptly stopped himself, realizing how foolish he sounded.
Your heart swelled with warmth as you listened to his words. "You're so sweet," you said, unable to contain your smile. You reached out and gently held his face in your hands. "I think you deserve another kiss." He eagerly nodded in agreement. "Yes, please." You leaned in and brushed your lips against his, feeling a rush of tenderness and affection flow between you both. The softness of his lips against yours was like a sweet embrace, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment with him.
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I'll Be Here T | 1,187 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is being willing to wait for them
Eddie has always known that, one day, Steve would move to the city with Robin so he can finally go to college. Eddie has grown too aware of Steve, his tells and how much he needs Robin.
When he first brought up college, he was venting about how horrible it would be to go so long without seeing Robin.
Eddie had struggled to hold back his laughter, painfully aware that he wasn't actually venting. He was trying to find an excuse to follow her. He was trying to convince himself that it would be worth putting the effort in to go to college too.
So, when Steve shuffled in one day, concerned but excited? Eddie wasn't surprised.
"I got in," he'd started. "To college, I mean. I applied with Robin and... I got in."
"That's amazing," Eddie said. "Baby, I'm so proud of you."
And he was. He was so extremely proud and excited.
But, when the day finally came for Steve to leave, he found it hard to bring those emotions back. He hated how clearly Steve could see through his forced grins.
"I'm fine," Eddie had insisted when Steve asked. "Really. I'm going to miss you, but this is so good for you. I'm so excited to hear about what you're going to do."
"I'll call," Steve promised, arms tight around him in a hug. He only pulled back to litter Eddie's face with kisses.
And, as promised, Steve called as soon as they arrived in their new dorm. Eddie could hear Robin babbling in the background, excited about their tiny little space, whilst Steve tried to hold in his laughter long enough to spew his usual romantics.
He'd called the next day too, to let Eddie know how they'd settled in and talk about all the different activities he was planning on checking out. There was even a D&D group that made him think of Eddie, that he didn't join simply because he wants his first game to be with him.
It wasn't until the next week that he called again. Steve spent the entire call gushing about a teacher who'd sat down with him and talked him through all his options.
"I'm going to be a teacher!" Steve had finished his speech off. "For, like, middle schoolers!"
"That's amazing!" Eddie replied. "That's- Stevie, that's perfect for you! You're gonna be amazing!"
"Yeah? You really think so?"
"I know so."
Steve had warned him that he would be busy, that he wouldn't be able to call as much.
It still made something deep in Eddies chest ache when another week would go by with no news from Steve.
Eddie wasn't worried though. Not really.
Especially when he came back with Robin for Christmas.
He hadn't been able to stay more than three days but, the entire time he was back in Hawkins, he was glued to Eddie. He grabbed and held on, as if he was finally able to breathe. As if he would die if he didn't get to touch Eddie for one second longer.
Robin constantly joked that she was going to need a crowbar to pry him off of Eddie.
She was almost right. It had taken him so long to say goodbye that they left more than an hour later than they had originally planned.
Eddie waved to them as they drove off. He was surprised at how excited he felt- it would only be a year until he got to see Steve again.
They'd been reluctant to admit their plans to stay in their dorms over summer break, but Eddie had encouraged them.
It was a good idea after all.
"But he could be doing anything," Mike had frowned, confused at how calm and content Eddie was. "With anyone. And he's not talking to you! Doesn't that make you... I don't know, worry?"
"No?" Eddie frowned back. He didn't understand why the kids were so confused. "Steve wouldn't do something like that. I know that, so what do I have to worry about?"
"You're just gonna wait around forever then?"
"Nope. He's just at college, kid. He's gonna come back and, when he does, I'll be right here."
When Steve went into his second year, he had settled enough that he started calling once a month.
It quickly became Eddies favorite time of the month and, if anyone tried to get him to do anything else on the day, he would blow them off. He couldn't be late home- not when Steve was going to call.
"I miss you," Steve would always say, in lieu of a greeting.
"I miss you too, baby," Eddie always mumbled back. He would cradle the phone close, with both hands, as he did.
"I keep thinking about you," Steve promised.
He would say it every call, repeating it as though worried that Eddie might forget. That Eddie might doubt that.
Eddie would always divert the conversation before Steve could spiral too much.
He always gave the same farewell when it came time for Steve to hang up so he could study or take part in whatever activity Robin has dragged him into that week.
"I'll be here," Eddie always said. "Don't worry about me. I could wait forever for you, big boy."
The third and fourth year went the same as the first.
Each Christmas was glorious. But, for the third Christmas, they'd managed to organise enough so they could spend a whole week in Hawkins.
Eddie insisted on taking polaroids of them. His favorite is the one he'd snapped of Steve, who was unaware, soft and sleepy in Eddie's kitchen.
"This is the last year," Steve told him, at the start of his fifth year. "Just this year, then I'm coming home."
One more year. It was the phrase that had been getting Eddie through the waiting, but it didn't help anymore. It only made it worse.
He couldn't stop thinking about how, when Steve does come back, he's staying.
Wayne helped him move out the trailer, and into his own. It wasn't any bigger than Wayne's, but it was enough for Eddie. He knew it would be enough for Steve.
The hideout didn't pay well, but Eddie was careful with his government hush money. He had plenty, more than enough to last a lifetime if budgeted right.
He made sure everything was ready for Steve. He made sure their home was ready.
And, when Steve does come home, all Eddie feels is love.
"Welcome home," Eddie says, leading him into their trailer.
"Oh, it's perfect," Steve whispers.
Eddie can hear the genuine awe in his voice. He grabs Steve, turning him around so he can finally see the expression too.
"You're so beautiful," Eddie says. "God, I missed you so much."
Steve practically throws himself at Eddie, their teeth clashing harshly with how hard Steve kisses him.
"Fuck," Steve groans, holding Eddie's face in both his hands. "You really waited for me all this time- Eds, God, I love you so much."
"I love you, too. I love you, more than anything, baby. You're worth the wait, you're so worth it."
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Passed the test of time
Summary:Â Y/N sees Jensen sitting in their living room. Staring at the man she loves so much, glad he is home for a few day. Deciding she wants a little cuddle.
Warnings: None, all fluff
English isn't my first language
A little ons shot
*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated*Â
I leaned against the living room doorframe, my eyes tracing the lines of his familiar form as he sat on the couch, absorbed in whatever was playing on the TV. Jensen had only just gotten home yesterday, and though his schedule had been packed with long days on set and fan conventions, he'd barely had time to catch his breath. Yet, here he was, a picture of quiet contentment, immersed in the show that flickered on the screen.
The soft light from the TV cast a gentle glow across his face, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the rugged stubble that had grown during his busy days. His brows were slightly furrowed, a sign of his focus, but the corners of his mouth hinted at a smile, a sign that despite his weariness, he was happy. His green eyes, usually so lively and bright, were now softened with a tiredness he couldn't quite hide, but they still held that unmistakable spark of passion for what he did.
Jensen's broad shoulders, slightly slouched, told of the exhaustion that weighed on him, but even in his tired state, he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His hair, a tousled mix of chestnut and gold, was still perfectly messy, as if it had been styled by some secret breeze only meant for him. The way his t-shirt clung to his chest, just snug enough to hint at the muscles beneath, made my heart flutter. He was effortlessly captivating, even in this simple, quiet moment.
I could have stood there forever, just watching him, my heart swelling with love and admiration for the man who had captured it so completely. Jensen, my Jensen, was home, and there was nothing more perfect than this moment, just being here with him, taking in every detail of the man I loved.
I walked over to him, noticing how his hands rested in his lap, almost as if they were waiting for something. As I crawled onto the couch, laying my head gently on his thigh, he didn't hesitate to move his hand, his fingers immediately finding their way through my hair. We settled into the moment, both of us watching the show in comfortable silence. But my mind was elsewhere. I couldnât focus on the screen, not with him so close, the warmth of his body seeping into mine.
I turned my gaze up to him, studying the man who had somehow become my world. My heart fluttered with disbelief, as it always did when I thought about how lucky I was that he had chosen me. How had I ended up with someone as extraordinary as Jensen? The thought was as overwhelming now as it had been the first time I realized I loved him.
Without thinking, my hand reached up to touch his beard, feeling the texture of it beneath my fingers. There it was, the first signs of grey peeking through the brown. He didn't look at me, but his words came softly, as if testing the waters. "My makeup artist said she could color it," he murmured, and I could hear the unspoken question in his voice: *Do you think I need to color it?*
I shook my head slightly, my voice gentle but firm. "No, donât. I like it."
That made him look down at me, his eyes meeting mine with a soft smile that melted my heart. "Even when you're completely grey," I whispered, "youâll still be the most handsome man I know."
His smile widened just a fraction before he took my hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss into my palm. The warmth of that simple gesture sent a shiver through me, filling me with a quiet joy that I could never quite put into words.
Jensen looked back at the TV, his attention returning to the show, but his hand never left my hair, his fingers playing with the strands absentmindedly. And as we sat there together, in the comfort of our home, I realized that no matter what, this was where I belongedâby his side, loving him exactly as he was, now and always.
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lover of mine - bang chan
genre: angst, hurt/comfort
pairings: idol!bang chan x female reader
warnings: none
notes: if this looks familiar, it was originally posted to my secondary blog @zerothreetwentyfive so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.
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"i'll never give you away, 'cause i've already made that mistake,
if my name never fell off your lips again, i know it'd be such a shame.
when i take a look at my life, and all of my crimes, you're the only thing that I think I got right."
lover of mine - 5 seconds of summer
you always thought that the next time chan would be making you cry would be at your wedding ceremony.
initially, you would try to hold in your tears, just enough so that you weren't full-on sobbing and ruining your makeup. eventually failing as the tears flow freely listening to the man tell you the moment he fell in love with you, the moment he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and the promises he vows to keep forever. chan's eyes would never leave yours as you exchanged vows; in that moment, only you and chan existed, the proclamation and celebration of your love were the only things that mattered.
instead, here you are crying over chan. sitting in the driver's seat of your car, sobbing over the man who once said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, now not wanting to fight for that future anymore.
âŚ
"you're doing it again."
the sound of your best friend's voice snaps you out of your thoughts, attention now on the girl sitting across from you, "huh?"
she reaches over and places her hand on yours with a sympathetic smile on her face. no words are needed from her to make you realize what you were doing whilst zoning out; fiddling around with your ring finger. a habit you picked up after chan proposed, and a habit that hadn't changed even without the band on your finger; your fingers instinctively moving to spin and twist a non-existent ring.
"right," you clear your throat awkwardly.
your hands slipping out from under hers, sliding them under your thighs hoping that maybe sitting on your hands would work against the habit.
"how are you?"
the word 'lost' feels like an understatement. the word couldn't encapsulate even a quarter of your feelings.
you felt directionless, overwhelmed by the constant switch between emotions: anger, frustration, sadness, and denial, it left you exhausted. day by day, you only grew more emotionally drained, the desire to feel nothing only intensifying.
the mere thought of the dimpled man gave you whiplash, your heart and your head conflicting with each other and your feelings pulling you from one end to the other. you couldn't pinpoint exactly how you felt about him.
god, you wished that you didn't even think about him.
you wished that you weren't plagued by the thought of him at every waking moment. everything reminded you of him, everything brought you back to the memory of how easy it was for him to let you, the person he proclaimed to want to spend the rest of his life with, to watch them walk out the door, to just give up without a fight.
why couldn't it have been easy for you too? why couldn't you just let him go the way he did you? forget him like he meant absolutely nothing?
as much as you wished it was, you knew it wouldn't be easy to move on from chan.
your early adulthood started with chan, moving in with him almost a year and a half after you started dating. he became a part of your routine and you became part of his; there was a time when your day didn't feel complete without hearing a goodnight from him or getting that goodnight kiss. your lives were intertwined, and your future plans were intertwined.
you believed chan was your future. he made you believe that you would write the next chapters of your lives together, that you two would be side by side on the road to forever. you envisioned your future with chan, without him you've hit a crossroads, struggling to navigate where to go from here. you were scared.
scared to learn what the future holds for you, scared to take a step towards a future without him.
on top of all that came public attention.
the news about your breakup hadn't been confirmed by chan or jyp entertainment. regardless that didn't stop the speculations and rumours that came with the lack of seeing you and chan in public together, seeing you without your ring, and other proofs fans would dig up. the algorithm also working against you as whenever you refreshed social media, the first couple of posts would be news articles, headlines and what have you, discussing the speculations.
'did stray kids' bang chan and his long term girlfriend call it quits?'
'fans of stray kids speculate bang chan and his partner have called off the engagement'
'netizens react to alleged proofs that bang chan and long term girlfriend have split up'
'breaking: did stray kids' bang chan and girlfriend split up? here's why fans are wondering about the status of the long-term couple'
your comments were flooded with questions regarding the rumours, mourning fans hoping that they were baseless and haters congratulating you on setting the man free. you wondered why the news hadn't been spoken about by chan or any official representatives but the speculations drove you to log out of social media. the realization that one day the articles and headlines will change from 'speculations' to 'confirmations' the anticipation and anxiety driving you insane.
you look back up to your friend, your lips pursed together in a small smile as you reply:
"i'm fine."
âŚ
"chan hyung!"
the boy pulls the pillow up and over his head, trying to block out the noises from outside the door. hoping that the longer he ignored, the realization that he wanted to be alone would sink in and everyone would leave him be. that hope was short-lived as the door swung open.
"chan hyung!" changbin calls from his spot at the door, "you need to eat something."
from where he's standing, changbin watches chan groan out a response from under the pillow, making no effort to get up and go eat something. changbin's eyes drift to the older boy's bedside table, a picture frame is lying face down (probably a photo of you), and sitting on top of the frame is a gold band with a large diamond: your engagement ring. the sight of the band sitting on chan's bedside table and not on your finger has a small frown adorning changbin's lips.
"hyung, i know it's hard but please. you need to take care of yourself too," the younger boy sighs, "locking yourself in your room won't do anyone good."
of course, it wasn't easy for them to see chan in such a state.
chan had always been the one putting up a strong front, walking around with his head up no matter the circumstances as the leader. but these past couple of weeks, whenever chan was out of the public eye he'd walk with his head down, dragging his feet, no words leaving him. almost like he's being forced to be anywhere outside of his bedroom.
the members in the other dorm were curious about their leader, wondering how he'd been holding up but chan stopped replying to the group chat. it got to the point where the members made a chat without chan, using that to ask jisung, changbin and hyunjin how the older one was doing.
for as long as you were in chan's life, you were also in the member's lives. the news of the breakup came as a shock to them as well. they were all curious as to how you were doing too, but were hesitant to ask you directly for fear of making things harder for you. you met all of them through chan, and seeing their names pop up on your phone may just be another reminder of your ex.
changbin's eyes are on chan as the older boy takes the pillow off his head, slowly sitting up on the bed, feet hitting the floor but making no move to stand up. instead he's slouched over, head in his hands and sighing.
"do you, uhâŚ" chan's voice barely above a whisper, "do you think i made a mistake?"
changbin shuts the door behind him hearing chan's question, realizing right now his friend needed someone to talk to before, maybe, going to eat something.
leaning against the door, he replies, "what do you mean?"
"wâ was proposing⌠a mistake?"
"do you feel like it was a mistake?"
chan shakes his head, "no."
"did you mean everything you said when you proposed?"
"yes."
"then it wasn't a mistake."
chan lifts his head out of his hands, head turning to the younger boy leaning at the door. even in the dim purple lighting of chan's room, changbin can see how glossy his eyes are, how the bags under his eyes have gotten more prominent since yesterday.
"was⌠was letting her go," chan's voice shaky, "a mistake?"
changbin pushes himself off the door, making his way to sit next to his hyung on the bed. a comforting hand moving to chan's back.
"that's a question only you can answer," changbin's lips are pursed to one side, a sympathetic look in his eyes as he continues, "did it feel like a mistake at the time?"
"i- i thought i was doing the right⌠thing," chan's voice pitches higher at the end, questioning his own answer, "when i came home, anâand saw the dinner table, full of food she made for us. when she told me everything she was feeling, the look i-in her eyes."
chan loves your eyes, it's by far his favourite thing about you.
looking into your eyes had him falling in love with you before he even knew it. looking into them made it feel as if he was looking into your soul, almost like your eyes could tell him what your words couldn't. chan's day would immediately be flipped upside down just at the sight of your eyes, a shitty day becoming the best day when he caught a glimpse of those radiant, warm pools of life, your eyes sparkling with a zest and excitement for life that sent a wave of comfort over him. whenever he looked at you, that glimmer of hope in your eyes made him feel like everything would be okay.
but that night, the look in your eyes that night is seared into chan's memory. haunting him whenever he closes his eyes, whenever his eyes fall on your ring sitting on his bedside table.
that night when you told him just how lonely you'd been feeling, how you felt like he was treating you like the help and not as his fiancĂŠ; those words knocked some sense into chan. the harsh reality glaring him down: he had been falling short in your relationship. he had been so blind to that fact for who knows how long, listening to you had chan wallowing in guilt.
at one point chan felt like he was a third person watching everything go down, but it felt like he was watching you and a whole different person. he wondered why he wasn't saying anything, why he couldn't move, why he couldn't feel anything other than guilt eating him alive.
when he looked into your eyes, that's when everything came crashing down.
the eyes that once gleamed up at him, washing a wave of comfort and reassurance through his body were boring into his own. the contrast had his blood running cold. the sight of your hollow and dull orbs gazing up at him, even the sources of light around you did nothing to bring back that sparkle. the way your eyes looked incredibly sunken in, tired, swimming with distress as they searched his. he wondered how he hadn't seen the change before.
a change that happened because of him. the light in your eyes is gone all thanks to him. he wanted to be the one to preserve and make sure your eyes light up for the rest of your life, but instead he's the reason you look defeated. he couldn't handle the guilt eating him up at the sight.
"i-i broke her," chan whispers, "you could see it in her eyes how my shortcomings, the ones i was too blind and stupid to notice⌠that broke her. i broke her."
changbin doesn't say anything.
"i thought it would be better for me to let her go⌠get her away from me who was sucking the life out of her," chan's hands run through his hair, "she deserves so much more than me."
the older boy cries. his thoughts, feelings, everything just clouded with you.
"hyung," changbin's tone is soft, feeling out the atmosphere, "don't you think that it's sucking the life out of her even more, to be away from you?"
this time chan is the one who doesn't say anything.
"she wanted you to stay, she wanted you to convince her to stay."
"convince me to stay⌠please."
"i'm sorry."
"yes. from what you told us the day after you broke up, she does deserve better."
changbin's words send a dagger to chan's heart.
"but don't you want to be the one she deserves?"
chan's head turns to look at changbin.
"you need to work to be better, to be the one y/n deserves. that's what she wants, she wants you hyung."
"⌠m-me?"
"she wouldn't have said yes to marrying you if she didn't want you for the rest of her life."
âŚ
your plan for the day was to wake up around noon, order some takeout or ransack your best friend's freezer for some food (and ice cream), chill on the couch and watch some netflix. instead you're jolted awake, at ten in the morning, by pounding at the front door.
rolling your eyes in annoyance, stretching your arm out, feeling around before grasping a pillow and clutching it over your head, trying your hardest to block out the noises and fall asleep. hoping the longer you hold out, it will give off the illusion that no one's home and come back later. a couple moments pass, a sigh of relief falls from your lips when the knocking stops, allowing you to loosen your grip on the pillow around your head.
maybe the neighbours got annoyed and kicked whoever that was out.
at the silence, you roll onto your side and shift your body around to get comfortable in the mattress. another long breath leaving your lips once that optimal position to fall asleep in is found, closing your eyes and getting ready to be lulled back into dreamland.
now you think someone is fucking with you.
the knocking starts up again, for a second you thought you'd fallen asleep and the knocking was continuing in your dreams but no. sadly, you weren't lulled back into dreamland like you hoped, the pounding in your head making it apparent that this was indeed, reality.
on top of all the things happening in your life lately, being woken up by a stranger relentlessly hammering the life out of their fist on yourâ actually, your best friend'sâ door is the kicker to a great day. a whine leaving your lips as you roll out of bed, pouting as you trudge to the door of the guest bedroom and continue your trek down the hall, towards the front door.
sure, you wouldn't have minded if your best friend, the person who lives in this unit, was actually home to answer the door. alas, she's at work whilst you're here; straightening out your pyjamas and plastering the fakest smile on your lips whilst you undo the locks, twisting the doorknob and swinging the door open.
"hello, misâ"
your jaw drops. posture immediately straightening due to the wave of tension that rushes through your veins, your mind comes up with two options: hide behind the door or run. your heart begins to race in your chest, tears threatening to spill at any moment but your feet are cemented to the ground. any urge you had to run away and hide quickly depleting at the sight of the man in front of you, a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
"chan⌠wh-what are you doing here?"
there he is: the man of the hour.
in front of you, in the flesh. standing a couple inches away from you clad in his usual all-black attire. you're avoiding his gaze but can't seem to pry your eyes off the bouquet in the man's hold.
a medley of red and white roses, baby's breath peeking throughout the arrangement.
"i- i needed to see you," chan's voice comes out husky.
shifting awkwardly on your feet, you sigh, "how did you know i was here?"
"multiple calls to your best friend and a long speech," he uses his free hand to scratch at the back of his neck, a nervous smile on his lips.
'she's getting a long speech from me too.'
"okay, wellâŚ" you clear your throat, "you saw me so bye."
you go to shut the door but chan stumbles forward, holding it open as he stands in the doorframe. the gush of air from his sudden movements gives you a whiff of his cologne. that along with the closer proximity has a lump forming in your throat.
"w-wait, i wanted to talk too."
"y-you spoke and so did i so, bye," you choke out, trying to close the door again but to no avail as his body blocks your way, "please chan, what more do you want from me? don't make this harder for me."
chan reaches forward at the sight of a tear falling, wanting to wipe it away but you flinch away from his touch. your reaction has chan recoiling, he shifts awkwardly on his feet. you go to turn away from him.
"i made a mistake," he states, his words coming out rushed.
you gulp, angling your body towards the man again. this time your arms crossed over your chest, your gaze still falling away from his face. chan's throat clears when he realizes that you're not going to speak.
"that night, i shouldn't have let you go," he continues, "i should've told you, said something, said anything to convince you to stay⌠but⌠fuck. i- i was scared."
your eyes glance up at his face, only to look away just as quickly.
"you're probably thinking, of what?" chan runs a hand through his hair, "but listening to everything you said, everything that i was stupid, ignorant enough not to notice, all those things that i didâ or, uh didn't do⌠that hurt you. it scared me to tell you i wanted you to stay."
your eyebrows furrow in frustration, this time your gaze stays on his face, making no move to wipe the tears running down your cheeks.
"listening to you, hearing how much i hurt you. i- i thought it would've been selfish of me to tell you to stay," chan's voice cracks, tears falling from his eyes as well, "i thought i would hurt you more if you stayed⌠that you didn't deserve that, y-you deserved so much more than me."
"god, chan.âŚ" a bitter smile on your lips, "you saying nothing, letting me leave⌠a-and not fighting for me, for us! fuck⌠that hurt more than anything."
the memories of that night have your heart aching. whimpering as the tears continue to fall, the sight has chan's gradually getting heavier in his chest. he wants nothing but to pull you into his arms and to never let go.
"i know⌠i know. baby, i'm so sorry," chan's cheeks are soaked with tears but he makes no effort to wipe them away, "i'm so fucking sorry. i thought i was doing what was best for you, but i fucked up, i fucked up big time."
your eyes lock with chan's. glossy, tear-filled orbs gazing into each other, at that moment the tears only build until the both of you are crying a river in the hallway.
chan quite literally launches himself at you. throwing his arms around your body and pulling you into his chest. instinctively, your arms wrap around his torso, nuzzling your head into his shirt. bodies trembling and shaking as the both of you cry in each other's arms.
chan soaks up every single thing about this moment; the warmth of your body radiating onto him, your face nuzzled into his chest, the smell of your hair, the way your hands grip the back of his shirt, the feeling of your body pressed up against his. he isn't even sure that you'll take him back. regardless, he knows he wants to work his hardest to ensure he'll have you in his arms every day for the rest of his life.
in his arms, he holds the person who has been with him every step of the way and supported him day in and day out. the biggest mistakes chan ever made took place on that day: not convincing you to stay, not telling you how he loves you with his entire heart, and holding your engagement ring in his hand while he watched you walk out.
chan wants you to be so much more than just his past and present, he wants you to be his future, his forever. he's always wanted that but he failed at showing you, instead hurting you in ways he was completely ignorant of.
"i love you," chan cries, you can hear his heart racing in his chest, "i love you so much. if you let me, i'll work every single moment of every day to show you that. when i told you i wanted you for the rest of my life, i meant it. i mean it with my whole heart. i fucked upâmajorly, but i swear to you! i swear i'll show you that i'm the one you deserve, that i can give you that life you deserve."
chan looks down at you, enveloped in his arms as your gaze naturally lifts to meet his eyes.
chan's heart skips a beat.
there it is.
that sparkle.
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MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing â bf!vernon x f!reader
synopsis â when you come home from a less-than-perfect day, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found, but you don't want to call him and ask him to come home while he's out with friends. even though he'd drop everything if he knew you were struggling.
content/genre â smut 18+ MDNI, established relationship, non-idol!au, hurt to comfort, relatively fluffy
word count â 2.5k
notes â hey hi! this is just a reworking of "minor nuisance." when i originally wrote it i was between writing it for jongho or hansol, so i figured i'd rework it for hansol âşď¸
i said this in the original, but i'll say it here too. the mc in this is heavily based on my experiences with adhd. so this is a little personal but it was very therapeutic to write at the time.
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It was a terrible day. One of the worst youâd had in a while. Nothing seemed to be going your way. Youâd ripped your favorite pair of tights this morning when getting ready in a hurry after waking up super late. Youâd locked yourself out of the apartment. The seven dollar coffee youâd bought for yourself to cope with aforementioned events had spilt all over your desk, ruining the book you had just received as a gift from a coworker. And, to top it all off, your boss had demanded you to stay late to finish what was supposed to be his job.
So when you finally made it back to your apartment, after waiting in the lobby forever waiting for your landlord to let you in, you wanted nothing more than to collapse on the couch with your boyfriend and fall asleep in his arms.Â
You were plagued with fatigue as you slipped out of your work shoes and made your way through the kitchen and into the living room, not finding him anywhere. The bedroom the two of you shared was also completely vacant. Nothing had changed since youâd left this morning. He hadnât been home all day.
Maybe heâs just working late, you thought, slightly defeated knowing youâd have to wait for him, not knowing how long it would take.Â
Trying to take your mind off of it, you scrolled on your phone for a completely indiscernible amount of time, feeling completely defeated with the day youâd had. Moving in with Hansol months ago has been an incredibly helpful step for you. Before the two of you had lived together, you were a master of procrastinating your own feelings. Constantly letting yourself rot away in your bed and letting the day pass you by. Only to be plagued by that crushing guilt that came with letting a day go by unproductively. Living with Hansol had given you someone to hold you accountable. To pull you out of bed because sometimes it was impossible to do it on your own.
But on nights like these, where your boyfriend was nowhere to be found, which was not a common occurrence, you felt yourself slipping back into the endless cycle of losing yourself in your phone for countless hours.Â
Hours passed and the sun was almost completely down before you received a text from your boyfriend.
| hannie đ: hey love, sorry i had to stay late for work today. iâm gonna go get some drinks with my coworkers.
| hannie đ: that ok?
God, you felt so helpless. How horrible and controlling of a partner would you be to tell him âno?â Did he ask? Yes, but you desperately didnât want to be the girl who always needed to be by her boyfriendâs side. Telling him he couldnât go out with his friends would make you feel like such a nuisance. You stared at the screen for a good two minutes, biting your thumb, trying to think of how to respond.
| hannie đ: y/n?Â
| hannie đ: i can see you read the message. is everything alright?
Before you could even draft a response, his name flashed across the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call.
âHi,â you picked up.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â You could hear some of his coworkers in the background. He must already be at the bar.Â
You held in a sigh, âNothing, Iâm alright. Why?â
âY/n, you read and didnât respond to my message. Like you were overthinking a response."
You didnât say anything. Overthinking yet another response.
âLove, I donât even want to be here that badly. If you need me to come home, I will. But youâve gotta tell me.â He was being so patient with you. So much more patient than you thought you deserved, though he would certainly disagree with that.
You took a deep breath, nearing tears, âIââ this was so incredibly hard, âCan you please come home? I didnât really have a great day.â
âOf course, Iâll be there in about thirty minutes. Do you want me to stay on the phone?â
âNo, itâs alright. I just need to see you.â
âOk, just hang in there alright. Why donât you hop in the shower, and we can watch a movie when I get back. Iâll pick up some takeout on my way, too.â
When you hang up, you force yourself to get out of bed and get in the shower. Itâs so rewarding and feels so relaxing that you canât imagine why you ever couldnât get out of the bed in the first place. But, of course, you say that every time.Â
ââââ
By the time you had gotten out of the shower and dried your hair, Hansol had made it home with the takeout heâd promised in hand.Â
When you left your bedroom, you saw him sitting on the floor in your living room. Heâd lit a candle on the coffee table and set the food down with it. You could tell heâd changed out of his work clothes into a hoodie and basketball shorts, mirroring your almost identical outfit. He didnât notice you at first. He was chatting to someone on the phone, seemingly a friendly conversation, and not one you wanted to interrupt. When he saw you, though, you heard him say goodbye to whoever was on the line.Â
Throwing his phone down on the couch, he got up from the floor and met you at the door of your bedroom. Pulling you into a big hug, he placed a kiss on the top of your head.Â
âNo pressure, but, if you wanna talk about your day, we can.â
You shook your head, âNot really. I just wanna eat, I think.â
The two of you ate, sitting in comfortable silence on the floor in your living room. You noticed as you took in the scene around you, that Hansol had turned off all the overhead lights in the room. Leaving only the candlelight and the string lights around the ceiling to illuminate the room. There was something about warm lighting that made everything feel so much more cozy and comfortable.Â
Your boyfriend wasnât the most physically affectionate individual, but he never failed to make you feel loved. He always noticed the small things. He was hyper aware of your emotions in the least patronizing way possible. It was little moments like bringing home food for you and turning the cool-toned overhead lights off that reminded you that this man knew you better than anyone.
And that wasnât something that happened overnight. He tried harder than anyone youâd ever met to know you. Your likes, dislikes, discomforts, phobias, and even your little habits. He knew it all. What he knew most is that you desired so bad to have someone to pull you out of your slump. Which is why he had come home early.
âIâm sorry you couldnât stay out with your friends,â you whispered, staying focused on the food in front of you.
âI didnât come home because I felt any obligation to. Itâs not that I couldnât stay out with my friends. Itâs that you needed me here at home, and I wanted to come home and comfort you.â He ran a hand over your hair as he finished up his own food.Â
That was another thing you loved about him. He wasnât saying this because he wanted to make you feel better. He wanted you to know that you were not alone. That you were free to feel your feelings, and heâd always be right beside you to comfort you through them.
âThank you,â you looked up at him, âI love you, you know that, right?â
âHow could I ever forget? I love you, too.â
ââââ
After the food was gone and the coffee table was cleared, Hansol had put on a movie laid down on the couch, holding out his arms for you. When you finally sat between his legs and leaned into his chest, he pulled a quilted blanket over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you.
You paid very little mind to the movie playing on the TV. Instead you were focused on the rhythm of his breathing, the steady beating of his heart, and the minor movements his chest would make when he let out a soft laugh whatever he was watching.
He played with your hair, running his fingers through the strands, softly brushing his fingers over your neck with each pass. This position couldnât have been more comfortable. Being with the man you loved as he comforted you in the way he knew best with absolutely no complaint was more than you couldâve ever dreamed of.
Hansol would claim that it was the bare minimum, but you always felt the need to let him know how much he really amazed you.Â
When you reached your hand up to his cheek to brush your thumb over the skin, he looked down at you, completely forgetting about the movie playing. He grabbed your hand from his cheek and kissed your fingers, your palm, the back of your hand, the inside of your wrist.
Pulling yourself up to his face, you kissed him as softly as heâd done to your hand. Everything was so soft. From the way he kissed you to the way he caressed the skin under your hoodie right above the waistband of your shorts. From the hand you had in his hair to the way he lifted you to sit more comfortably in his lap.
He kissed your neck just as softly. You sighed contently. Fully basking in the way he took care of you. His movie was fully disregarded at this point as he gripped the bottom of your shirt.
Looking into your eyes he asked, âcan I take care of you, love?â You nodded, helping him lift the sweatshirt over your head.Â
Before you could even comprehend the nakedness of your chest, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your shared bed. Laying you on your back. Your bare skin taking immense comfort in the softness of your sheet. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw his pants off to the side.
He immediately went back to kissing you. Hands moving from your cheeks, down your neck. His thumbs caressed your collarbone as his lips brushed the crook of your neck and then your shoulder. You shuddered when one of his hands took your breast. His lips met the other one, causing you to let out a breathy moan and weave your fingers through his dark hair.
He continued to kiss and touch every inch of your torso. When he got to your waistband, he left a small kiss under your belly button. His big brown eyes meeting your own as he pulled your shorts and underwear off together. Tossing them to the side of the bed.Â
Lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder, he kissed your inner thigh, still meeting your eyes. The eye contact wasnât broken until his thumb met your clit. Brushing over it slightly, making you toss your head back into the pillows under you. His mouth replaced his thumb, slowly teasing you.Â
With his free hand, he took your own hand, the one that wasnât gripping his hair, and threaded his fingers through yours. Thumb brushing over the back of your hand.
He felt so good. His tongue working so hard to make you feel pleasure. Everything was so gentle, but felt so euphoric. His fingers pumping in and out of you as he sucked on your clit. You felt like you couldâve floated away with the way he caressed your hand and your thigh. It wasnât long before you were washed with a wave of pleasure. Everything was hot. You felt it rush through you from your ears down to your cunt. He kissed your thigh one more time after you came, fingers pushing you through the finale of your orgasm.Â
Your breathing was ragged when he made it back up to your face, kissing you tenderly. Reaching a hand beneath the pillow under your head. He pulled out a condom. Before he could open it, you plucked it out of his hands, tearing it open as he stripped himself of his own underwear before you rolled the rubber onto his length. He groaned at the touch.
âYou ready?â He asked, grabbing your arm and kissing your wrist.
You nodded, smiling, âyes. please, baby.â
When he pushed into you, you gasped and threw your head back again. He kissed your neck and shoulder, slowly thrusting into you. On most occasions, youâd beg him to go faster, but his subdued nature in this moment was so incredibly comforting. His thumb massaged your clit.
He kissed you deeply as he thrust into you. Completely overtaking your lips with his own. His kisses were so full of passion that your head spun. His adoration for you was so evident from the way he looked into your eyes when he stopped kissing you. Your foreheads pressed together, separated only by a thin layer of sweat.Â
âI love you so much, y/n,â he says, just above a whisper. So close that you can feel his breath tickle your lips when he says it.
You moan softly, feeling yourself reach a second high, âI love you, too.â
Itâs only a matter of minutes before you reach your orgasm. You grip his shoulders tight as he coaxes you through your climax. Walls fluttering around him as he finishes inside the condom.Â
He kisses your lips once more before pulling out. He pushes himself off the bed to throw it away. When he comes back, he slides back into bed with you. Breath still slightly ragged.Â
You laid on his chest, listening to his heart beat once more.
Running a hand over his stomach, you said, âThanks for coming home early today.â
âOf course, love. You know Iâd drop anything to come home to you if you were struggling.â
âI just feel like such a nuisance asking for you to come home,â you groaned.
He ran a hand over your hair, âI will never ever see you asking for help as a nuisance. Sometimes you just need a little push. Or sometimes you just need to lay in someoneâs arms. I will always be there to do that for you. No matter the circumstance, ok?â
You wanted to protest, tell him he was too much, too good to you, but he kept going, âI trust you. I know that when you ask me to come home, itâs not because you're insecure or controlling. Itâs because you need help, and I want you to always feel comfortable asking for it.â
Heâd left you just a little bit speechless. All you could respond with was a gentle kiss on his lips.
For him, though, that was more than enough.
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