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UNMATCHED II.
A/N: soooo you guys were just as horny for a part 2 to this story as i was so here we are, giving in to the temptation. disclaimer, i know their behavior is giving red flag energy but lets just put that aside for the sake of the story now lol
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
WARNING: sexual content, age gap, student-professor relationship
SUMMARY:Â Harry has been trying his best to forget what happened with Y/N, he is set on never making the same mistake, but it seems like fate has different plans for him.
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That skirt. That goddamned skirt. Thatâs gonna be the death of Harry.Â
And also the fact that she went back to that asshole.Â
Sitting in the busy school cafeteria Harry has zoned out of the conversation at the table a long time ago, precisely when he saw Y/N stroll in wearing that short skirt with that dickhead she should have ditched already or better, she shouldnât have even dated him in the first place. But now they are moving in the line with their group of friends and he has his hand on her waist and it keeps inching lower, just a few more inches and his hand could be slipping under her skirâ
âHarry? Hello?âÂ
Stella catches his attention and he is forced to move his focus back to his colleagues at the table.Â
âHuh? Sorry, what did you say?â He clears his throat and keeps his eyes on his half-eaten sandwich in front of him.Â
âWhatâs up with you? You havenât been your usual self lately.â
âJust⊠tired. Iâm behind with my research and have a bunch of papers to grade before winter break.â
âThe joys of being a teacher,â Stella chuckles. âDonât worry, itâll get better with time.â
âReally?â
âNo,â she smirks at him. âBut youâll care less.â
She soon returns to the conversation at the table and Harry finds himself looking for Y/N again. Thereâs no trace of her in the line, but he is quick to spot her at a table across the dining hall, sitting beside Dickhead who has an arm around her neck, keeping her close as he wants everyone to know that they are together.
And it irks Harry way more than it probably should.Â
Itâs been a little over a week since Stellaâs Christmas party and also that very heated and very wrong kiss he shared with Y/N. That weekend was like hell, he kept beating himself over and over about it, cursing himself out for being so stupid and reckless. He still has no idea what came over him that let him make out with a student, but he knew one thing for sure: it couldnât happen again.Â
So when Y/N walked into the classroom before his first lecture early on monday he didnât even let her speak before he got to the point.Â
âIt shouldnât have happened. Iâm so sorry for it, but I canât undo it now. I suggest letâs pretend nothing happened, itâs for the absolute best. No one can know about it and it will never happen again.â
She seemed taken aback by his outburst, but after a bit of hesitation she nodded.
âOkay. Nothing happened. It must have been the wine.â
âYes,â he agreed right away. âWe both drank more than we should have and made a mistake.â
She flinched at his last word, but didnât protest, only nodded, holding her textbooks tighter to her chest. She looked so sad, even disappointed that Harry almost wanted to take back what he just said, but he knew he couldnât.Â
âAre you⊠okay?â he dared to ask, but when she looked at him again, her eyes told nothing.Â
âIâm fine. Iâll see you in class, professor.â
And she was out of the classroom before he could say another word. In class she sat in the back and not even once did she look at him. He knows, because he kept looking at her.Â
Heâs been trying his best to get her out of his head, but with not much luck. Not when all he can think about is how soft her lips felt against his, how insanely good she tasted mixed with the coldness of the night, how amazingly she fit into his palm, the curve of her neck, back, waist and hips⊠and how badly he wants to experience it again even though itâs the worst possible idea.Â
Harry thinks he is going insane. Genuinely.Â
Heâs been burying himself into work, but his focus has been all over the place, so itâs been more like a waste of time. He is one of the last ones in the building today as well. Most professors left a long time ago, but the lights in Harryâs tiny office are still on as he is hunched over a stack of papers. When he has to read over the same line for the twentieth time he drops his pen with a tired groan and leans back in his chair. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes roughly, until he is practically seeing stars.Â
âFuck,â he huffs, staring at the papers that are still waiting to be graded. Checking the time on his phone he is surprised to see that itâs already past seven.
He stands from his chair and steps to the window. The campus looks quiet at this time, only a few students are walking towards the dorm thatâs next to the literature departmentâs building. Itâs a wednesday night, the semester ends next week so some lucky students who have no more exams left in the year have already left for the holidays. Harry will be going home right before Christmas, he plans to use those few days of the break to work on his research in peace.Â
From his window he sees part of the parking lot next to the dorm, itâs quite dark there, he almost doesnât notice the figures sitting in the car closest to him, but a few heartbeats later realization hits him.
Itâs Y/N and the dickhead.Â
They are pretty far, but Harry can tell that they are in a heated fight, judging from how Y/N is gesticulating. Obviously he canât hear them, but if he had to guess he would say she is shouting, from what he can see.Â
For a moment he tells him to just ignore the scene, itâs none of anyone elseâs business, let alone his. But when he sees the asshole slap his hands against the wheel several times, making Y/N jump, Harry is moving before he could second guess his actions.Â
He practically sprints down that stairs, already trying to figure out how heâll interject without appearing like a creep, but he forgets all his plans when he is marching towards the parking lot and sees the scene unfold from up close.Â
At some point they must have gotten out of the car, because Harry catches the dickhead getting back into the driving seat, Y/N is crying and tries to stop him from shutting the door, but he swings it with such force that she stumbles forward, holding onto the handle. When Harry sees her almost fall to the asphalt he starts running, just as the car comes to life and he drives away so fast, he almost runs over Y/Nâs feet.Â
âFuck you, Charlie! Fuck you!â She screams after the car, tears streaming down her cheeks.Â
âHey, hey, hey!â Harry rushes over to her, grabs her by her shoulders and turns her away from the direction of the car. âHey, what happened?â
She is gasping for air from the crying as she wraps her arms around her, those beautiful eyes that are usually filled with curiosity are now full of confusion and hurt.Â
âY/N, look at me,â he begs and she hiccups a few times before she finally looks him in the eyes.Â
âH-Harry?â
He ignores how good it feels to hear her call him by his first name again and tries to focus on the situation.
âYeah. Letâs get inside, okay? Itâs freezing cold.â
She nods and lets him steer her towards the building and up to his office. By the time she sits in the old armchair in the corner of his office she has stopped sobbing, but her expression looks just as miserable as before.Â
âIâll make you a tea. Do you like tea?â he asks, stepping over to the tiny side table where he keeps his kettle and tiny tea collection with two mugs. She nods and he is quick to turn on the kettle. He grabs a chamomile filter and drops it into one of the mugs and while the water boils he hands her a box of tissues that she accepts with a quietly murmured thank you.Â
When the tea is done he hands her the mug and sits in his chair, unsure what to say. He definitely did not plan to have her in his office anytime soon and definitely not like this.Â
âGo on, lecture me about being with him,â she says at last, staring into the mug in her hands.Â
âI wasnât planning on it.â
âBut youâd be right.â She looks up at him, eyes still red from the crying.Â
âWhy did you go back to him?â he softly asks, not wanting to make her feel even worse.Â
âI donât know,â she shrugs, looking away again. âHe could be convincing, I guess.â
âHope you wonât believe him after this.â
âNo,â she chuckles bitterly before taking a sip from the tea, leaning back in the armchair. âNot even the sex will convince me to go back to him.â
Harryâs muscles jump at her words. Not because he is such a prude, but because instantly he is thinking about sex⊠and her⊠and his body reacts involuntarily. Clearing his throat he crosses his legs and looks anywhere but at her.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said that,â she chuckles softly, but she doesnât seem sorry at all.Â
âNo, I⊠umâŠâ Harry has no idea what to say. This feels like such an impossible situation, he is definitely walking on eggshells here and the fact that he is semi-hard does not help his case.Â
While he is looking for the right words she places her mug to his desk and crosses her legs, a curious look playing in her eyes as she is looking at him. She appears calm and confident suddenly, like she wasnât sobbing ten minutes ago.Â
âI lied,â she then speaks up.
âAbout what?â
âI know why I went back to him.â
âOh. Okay, why did you?â
She holds his gaze for one⊠two⊠three seconds before her lips part, then she hesitates for one more moment before answering.Â
âBecause I couldnât go to you.â
A shiver runs down his spine at her words, his body is betraying him already, but he hangs onto the last bit of his rationality.
âY/N, donât.â
âDonât what? Donât tell the truth?â
âWe agreed that we are not talking about it again.â
âIâm not talking about that night. Iâm talking about how badly Iâve been wanting you, but knowing I canât have you I went back to Charlie even though I knew I shouldnât have.âÂ
âY/NâŠâ His mouth is dry and he feels ridiculously hot even though the heating hasnât been working too well lately in his office. He is clawing at the arms of his chair, trying to keep the remains of his cool, though it feels like he is hanging on a thread.
âI wonât do anything about it, donât worry. And I wonât bring it up again.â She sounds different this time, the confidence has turned into what feels like disappointment and it lurches something in Harryâs gut.Â
Standing she smoothes her clothes before looking at Harry, a tiny sliver of expectancy glistening in her eyes.Â
âThanks for the tea. I better get going.â
She is already moving towards the door when Harry jumps to his feet, entirely lost about what to think, do or say. He strides after her and just when she is about to reach for the knob, he grabs her other hand, stopping her mid action.Â
But he has no idea why he just did that. His rationality is screaming at him, but with each passing moment he spends holding her hand, the noise gets farther and farther away until itâs lost somewhere in the back of his mind.Â
Slowly, she turns her head, eyes taking in the sight of their touching hands before her gaze meets his. He instantly stumbles back, letting go of her like she was on fire, but she doesnât seem surprised. Instead, she turns around and just stands there, with a calm, but determined look on her face.Â
âCareful professor,â she then speaks up. âI might take your actions as a hint.â
âA hintâŠâ he breathes out, almost mesmerized with her, he is convinced sheâs put a spell on him, because he canât move or think straight, he just keeps staring at her.
âYes, a hint,â she nods shortly. âThat you want me just as much as I want you.â
He swallows down a moan that almost slips through his lips at her words. His whole body is burning for her, palms sweating and itching to touch her and he can almost taste her on his tongue again, desperate to pick up from where they left off not long ago.Â
The tiniest smirk tugs on the corners of her mouth when she sees just how much he is struggling and she takes it as her queue to push her luck just a bit further. She takes a step closer to him, but still leaves some space between them, wanting him to close those last inches.Â
âYou know you can have me.â She cocks her head to the side, blinking up at him innocently. âRight here, on your desk or in that armchair. I want to be your good girl and take whatever you give me.â
âStop it,â he manages to breathe out, but all his strength is gone, it sounds more like a plea rather than an order.Â
âWhat if I donât?â she sassily questions. âWill you punish me?â
Harry whimpers. They both know he is close to breaking and she is not stepping down now and sheâs determined to push him over the edge. Slowly she reaches up, drags a finger across her lips before moving then down, tugging at her shirt at her chest, revealing more of the exposed skin there, then she starts playing with the top button, all while keeping her eyes focused on him. He sucks on his breath, his gaze keeps switching between her eyes and what her fingers are doing.Â
Then it pops open, revealing the delicious swell of her breasts and a bit of the lacy bra as well and he knows he is gone.Â
âClose the curtain,â he simply orders and a sudden rush of excitement washes over her as she quickly moves across the room, drawing the curtains on the window and turning around she is expecting him to be in the same spot, but to her surprise he is right there and before she could say a word, his lips crash down on hers with such force she would have fallen back if he didnât already have an arm around her waist.Â
His other hand is quick to find its way to her throat first, then to her jaw, angling her head perfectly so he can devour her.Â
He spins them around and she gasps when her ass meets the edge of his desk, still kissing her he pushes forward, blindly tossing everything on the desk aside to make room, something clatters as it falls to the ground but neither of them cares to even look. His hands are on the back of her legs and he helps her up until she is sitting on top of the desk.Â
She eagerly opens her thighs and circles her legs around his hips, pulling him closer and when she feels just how hard he already is, pushing against her clothed center, she canât help but moan at the sensation.Â
âItâs a one time thing,â he pants when her fingers start to work on his shirt and his hands find the button of her jeans.Â
âSure,â she breathes out smiling.
âJust to get it out of our system.â
âOf course,â she nods eagerly, and a moment later she is tugging his shirt off his shoulders.Â
Buttons come undone, clothes are thrown across the room and soon enough all of his focus is on her naked chest, his hands exploring the tender, heated skin before his head dips down and his mouth meets her hardened nipples.Â
âOh fuck,â she moans, head falling back as she has an arm around his shoulders, the other one planted behind her on the desk. All while his hands are tugging down her jeans, finally giving him the chance to touch her inner thighs, exploring the warmth and softness heâs been fantasizing about for so long.Â
He gently bites on one of her nipples, making her back arch, burying his face between her breasts before he leans back to get rid of her jeans. She has a moment to admire his naked torso, all the tattoos heâs been hiding under his clothes, his pants are hanging around his knees and his erection is throbbing through the fabric of his underwear. She canât help but smile at the sight, itâs surely one sheâll remember forever.
When her jeans are discarded on the floor he plants his hands on her thighs and pushes them wide open, revealing her drenched panties. He brings his thumb over the wet fabric, lazily drags it over her clit, making her tremble under his touch. Then keeping eye contact with her he pulls his chair under him, sits down and rolls closer so his face is perfectly lined up with her. With his eyes still locked on hers, he leans forward, moves her panties to the side and places a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to her throbbing clit, making her moan so loud, he digs his fingers into her thighs pulling back.Â
âYou need to be quiet,â he warns her and she just eagerly nods, watching him take her underwear off completely and go back to where he was a moment ago.Â
Harry drinks up her taste, he licks, kisses and sucks on the right spots, making her see stars as her orgasm is building up. When she feels two of his fingers slip into her she grabs a handful of his hair, tugging on it.Â
But right when she is about to tip over the edge he pulls back, leaving her in a heaving mess. Reaching into one of his drawers he grabs a condom and standing up he watches her lying on his desk, chest rapidly rising and falling while he rolls the condom on.Â
To his surprise, she gets up and jumps off the desk, taking the initiative by pushing him down back into the chair and straddling his lap. His hands are quick to move to her ass as his cock wedges between her drenched folds. He hisses when she starts rolling her hips, making them both even more feral for whatâs about to come.Â
She leans forward and kisses him, her hand reaching down between them until it finds his cock. She gives him a few lazy strokes to which he hums lowly into her mouth. Then she stops her kisses, lips still brushing against his, eyes meeting again as she lifts herself up just enough to angle him underneath her and then slowly she eases down, letting him enter her inch by inch until she is filled entirely. She gasps at the feeling of her walls stretching around him and they both stop for a few moments, just savoring how perfectly they fit together.Â
She plants both her hands to the base of his neck, kisses him again and starts moving her hips.Â
âFuck, Y/N, you feel so good,â he groans, locking his arms around her, fingers digging into her naked back and side as she starts to slowly pick up her pace, bouncing on him.Â
When he starts thrusting upwards, meeting her movements, her head rolls back from how deep she feels him inside her, his tip reaching the perfect spot.Â
âYes, right there!â she gasps as he buries his head in her neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin while keeping his rhythm. âIâm so close,â she breathes out, her hands raking through his messy hair.Â
Wanting even more friction she adjusts herself and then starts moving faster and rougher, aching for the release. She looks down, her eyes meet his gaze and she just knows he is as close as she is.Â
âHarry,â she moans and hearing his name fall from her lips is what pushes him over the edge.
Grunting, his thrusts get rougher and fall out of their fast pace, he pushes into her over and over again as he fills the condom and watching him fall apart helps her let go as well. He feels her walls tighten around him while he is still riding out the afterwaves of his own orgasm, her mouth hangs open, nails digging into his shoulders so harshly they surely leave marks.Â
Then they both slowly come off their high and she leans forward, capturing his lips in a much softer kiss than the ones theyâve shared just minutes ago. He gladly returns, their lips melt together and his fingers gently roam her naked back while he is still inside her.Â
Theyâre quiet when she moves off him and grabs a few tissues to clean herself up while he discards the condom. The clothes are picked up from the floor one by one and a sense of unsureness settles between them as they both get dressed.Â
She was the only thing on his mind just five minutes ago, but now that the sex haze is gone, his thoughts start racing. What did he do? What will happen now? This shouldnât have happened but still, he wants to do it again and again and again.Â
As if she knew he was panicking inside, she steps to him, takes his face in her hands and pulls him into a long, passionate kiss that instantly makes him forget about everything else.Â
âDonât overthink it,â she whispers against his lips. âWeâre adults.â
âIâm your teacher,â he hums.
âThe semester is almost over. Grade my last paper and weâre done,â she simply says with very little care about his current status. But he is not that sold on it just yet, hesitation and worry is all over his face. âDid you not want it?â
âYou know how much I wanted it,â he admits defeatedly.Â
âGreat. I wanted it too. And I want it again. So Iâll come by tomorrow again. Youâll bend me over that desk after I had your cock in my mouth, then tell me what grade Iâm getting for the semester and we do it again after that.â
He is already feeling himself getting hard again. Deep down he knows he should say no, but he has no will left to fight with himself anymore. So all he does is nod and then kiss her.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow, professor.â She grabs her coat from the floor and then walks out of his office like nothing happened.Â
Harry falls into his chair and assesses the mess on and around his desk, staring at the spot where she was sitting not long ago. He knows he is making his biggest mistake ever, but sinning has never felt this good.
And right now he is willing to take this risk.
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I found your missing cat
It had taken a lot of work but about a month ago Danny finally got deep enough into A.R.G.U.S to be allowed into its Black Room. and my, what a treasure trove it is.
In the following weeks Danny has spent a lot of time finding all the lost Infinite Realms artifacts he was supposed to locate and return, as was part of his kingly duties. The Observants had been constantly on his ass about this but now that the results of his efforts are actually visible they have finally shut up.
Today though something new has gotten brought in and heâs eager to take a proper look, he could feel the Tyrant kingâs influence from a distance emanating from it after all.
While on his way he noticed one of his colleagues, Miss Barbara Minerva if he remembers correctly, talking to who looks to be Wonder Woman. Danny hasnât had the chance to do so himself yet, heâd love to introduce himself properly but heâs also a little worried about all the knowledge he has on Amazons from Lady Pandora (which he very much shouldnât have) coming out the moment he tries to have a proper conversation.
Still he hopes nothing bad comes from those two ladies being on friendly terms. Miss Barbara's vibes are all over the place, and most often nowhere good, but who knows, maybe her being around Wonder Woman more will fix that.
He gets to his little section in the compound with the big examination table all decked out and ready for whatever. Today he gets to look at one of Pariah's lost blades, the godslayer sword.
Danny is working on getting all the murderous enhancements off of it and depowering it into something nowhere near so dangerous and deadly when something perks up within the weapon.Â
Sensing a kindred protection spirit it leaps up from the blade and into Danny, happily nestling around Danny's core and starts purring up a storm.Â
Danny however is violently startled out of his work. It's hard not to notice the sudden claws he feels both on his hands and feet. The spotted fur that covers seemingly his whole body now, his shifted ears, eyes and nose. And the fact he's now sporting a tail of all things.Â
The Cheetah may be pleased with this new development but Danny is certainly not.Â
Footsteps thunder his way, followed by a shout, "what is wrong!? I heard sounds of distress and- oh!"
"Uuuhhmmm..." What does he say!? How is he supposed to explain all this to Wonder Woman!?
She marches forward and firmly grabs his clawed hands in her own, not worried in the slightest about his now razor sharp nails, "worry not, we shall break this beastly curse that has befallen you, you have my word"Â
She gives him what he thinks must be a reassuring smile, "I am Diana of Themyscira and-"
Danny isn't really listening after that, she's probably just giving him more reassurances. It's nice but she's also pretty intense. And Danny is still freaking out a little.Â
"- so no need to fret"
Danny blinks,"Uh thanks, I- I'm Danny Fenton"Â
"It is most pleasant to meet you Danny Fenton, even if the circumstances are quite unfortunate"
"Yeah uhm, just Danny is fine"
"Very well you may call me Diana" She nods and lets go of his hands.
Diana then wishes to see the artifact that cursed him so, aka the blade (which didnât curse him), Danny thankfully already fully depowered the damn thing safe for some minor traces of whatever Pariah saw fit to stuff in it.Â
By now Steve as well as Barbara have come to take a look themselves and though they appear startled at his new catlike appearance they are mostly just worried once Diana tells them he's cursed.Â
Which he's not, this isn't a curse at all. The big cat spirit still tightly curled around his core is clearly a blessing of some sort, that'll make dealing with it all so much more complicated...
But at least Danny got to meet wonder woman right? That's cool.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#Wonder Woman#diana prince#barbara minerva#DC The cheetah#a bunch of artifacts (crap) from the Infinite Realms gets misplaced#And Danny is tasked with fixing that mess#He got his grades up#makes his parents and sister proud by getting to work for/with Argus#he hopes that eventually with those credentials he'll be able to move further up into the stars#but with his luck some bullshit was bound to happen eventually#he didn't notice the protection spirit haunting Pariah's old butcher knife
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â€Hooker Sukuna X F!Virgin ReaderâŁSmutâŁâ€
SFW: (She/Her Pronouns & Genitalia)
Sukuna has spent years mastering his craft as a hooker, building a reputation that places him leagues above the rest.
With no desire to conform to the grind of a 9-to-5, he carved his own path, one paved with charm, confidence, and dominance.
Gender never mattered to him; he was equally adept at controlling and satisfying both men and women, always maintaining the upper hand.
His reputation as the King of Curses came not only from his siren-like allure but also from his cutthroat prices, cocky attitude, and a chilling detachment that ensured no client ever got too close.
For Sukuna, this was just a job, money, power, and freedom rolled into one. He never cared for the people he served⊠until now.
You are a driven, successful woman in your late 20s. With a thriving career and a busy life, youâve achieved everything youâve set out to, everything except the intimacy youâve secretly craved.
Despite being in relationships before, none of them ever moved beyond the occasional kisses and fumbling touches. Trust and comfort were always missing, and those connections never felt right.
Recently, at your best friendâs bachelor party, something shifted. Watching the vibrant, uninhibited joy around you stirred something you hadnât felt before: longing. For once, you wanted to let go, to feel confident and in control of your own desires.
A tipsy conversation at the bar introduced you to the infamous King of Curses, a name whispered with awe and intrigue. A professional, someone who could give you the experience you wanted without the complications.
At first, the idea felt absurd and just flat out wrong. Giving your virginity to a man like that? It was outlandish, irresponsible even.
But as days passed and your frustration grew, the rational side of your mind began justifying the choice. Sukunaâs experience, reputation, and confidence made him seem like the safest option. If anyone could make your first time memorable, it was him.
After days of debating with yourself, pacing back and forth, you finally dialed the number. Hearing his smooth, teasing voice on the other end sent a shiver down your spine.
Now, standing at your front door with the King of Curses knocking, you wonder if this was the right decision, or the beginning of something you never saw coming.
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NSFW: (She/Her Pronouns & Genitalia)
When he first sees you, he doesnât bother hiding his smirk, his crimson eyes lazily raking over your figure. âNot bad,â he says, leaning against your doorframe with an air of cocky indifference, though the heat in his gaze betrays his casual tone.
When you admit itâs your first time, his brow arches sharply. A predator-like grin spreads across his face. âReally? Someone like you? With curves that practically beg for hands to explore them?â His tone is dripping with incredulity and a hint of excitement, already sizing you up for the night ahead.
Your nerves make your voice shake when you ask him to take it slow. He chuckles softly, nodding. âWhatever you want, sweetheart. Your money, your rules,â he quips, though his grin suggests he might have other plans once you loosen up.
He starts slowly, true to his word, settling between your thighs with a dangerous glint in his eye. His split tongue flicks out as he leans in, the sight alone making your breath hitch and your core tighten.
His lips press soft, teasing kisses up the inside of your thighs, and you nearly lose your composure. Each nip and suck builds the tension until you feel like you might shatter before he even gets to the main event.
The teasing ends abruptly when his mouth finally meets your clit, the wet heat of his tongue and lips pulling a surprised cry from you. He doesnât let up, alternating between sucking and rolling his tongue with devastating precision.
The sensation is overwhelming, especially with his split tongue adding a level of skill youâve never imagined. You clutch at his hair, gasping his name, and the groan he lets out vibrates against your core, pushing you to your first orgasm of the night.
As you clamp your thighs around his head and tug harder on his hair, he moans like a man possessed, his hands gripping your hips to keep you locked in place as you ride out the waves of pleasure.
When you finally release him, panting and dazed, his face is glistening, his eyes half-lidded and hungry. âYouâre full of surprises,â he mutters, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, though heâs already moving to position himself over you.
The next part happens in a blur. He presses your legs back, folding you almost in half as he thrusts into you with unrelenting fervor. Each stroke is deep, fast, and demanding, his name spilling from your lips like a mantra.
His pace is feral, and you feel the pulsing of his cock as he drives you both higher, each thrust dragging cries and moans from your lips. He seems addicted to the way your body responds, the way you tremble beneath him.
You lose count of how many times you both climax. By the time his movements finally slow, the sheets are a mess, your body is boneless with exhaustion, and he looks as wrecked as you feel.
Morning comes too soon. You wake up cuddled against his chest, the warmth of his skin and the steady rise and fall of his breathing lulling you into temporary comfort. That is until you realize where you are.
Your panic sends you flying out of bed, tumbling to the floor in a flurry of blankets and embarrassment. He throws his head back, laughing loudly at your disheveled writhing on the floor. âCareful, sweetheart. Donât break that pretty neck of yours.â
In that moment, something shifts for him. Maybe itâs the way you blush so easily, the way you nervously fumble to cover yourself with the sheet, or the fact that your scent still clings to his skin. Whatever it is, he knows he doesnât want this to be the last time.
âGuess Iâm sticking around,â he mutters, more to himself than you, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Whether itâs the sex, your innocence, or something else entirely, youâve somehow managed to ensnare the so-called King of Curses.
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SFW: AfterÂ
After that first night, he found himself coming back far more often than he should have.
At first, he chalked it up to your body, the way you responded to him so earnestly, the way your flushed expressions lingered in his mind. But that didnât explain why he kept offering his services at a "discount," something that was absolutely beneath him.
Each time he visited, his excuses became weaker and it seemed like you were catching on. He continued to deny your prodding questions, but even he couldnât deny it, he just wanted to see you again.
Then came the day he saw you outside your usual space, in line at a small coffee shop. He almost didnât recognize you without your usual flustered demeanor. You looked so natural, focused on the menu, lips slightly pursed as you decided what to order.
He debated walking past, but then you turned, your eyes lighting up as you spotted him. That simple reaction knocked the air out of his chest in a way he didnât expect.
You invited him to sit with you, and as the conversation flowed, he found himself captivated.
You spoke passionately about your work and hobbies, topics he wouldnât have thought twice about before. But the way your eyes lit up when you talked about them was infectious.
He didnât even notice his own small smile forming until your face scrunched in confusion.
âWhat? Do I have something on my face?â you asked, tilting your head curiously.
Thatâs when he saw it, a foam mustache from your coffee. And for reasons he couldnât quite explain, he wanted to reach out and wipe it away himself.
So he did.
His thumb brushed across your lips, leaving a lingering warmth that made your cheeks heat.
âThere. All better,â he said with a smug smirk, thoroughly enjoying how flustered you were.
You covered your mouth with your hand and stammered a thank-you, but he was already lost in his own thoughts.
It wasnât just about the physical connection anymore. For the first time in years, he found himself wanting to stick around, no ulterior motives, no transactions, just⊠you.
And that scared him more than anything else ever had.
Heâs so fucked.
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So....I am thinking about Alucard (again) but his Vlad version....oh, his Vlad version. hits different, different vibe, really good. Unfortunately, just because he changes his appereance, Alucard himself is still the same we know in the show, no matter what form he takes. Him appearing as his former self wouldn't be much of a difference so...
Vlad!Alucard Who Has Amnesia And Still Thinks He Is The Leader Of Wallachia - But His Obsession With You Still Remains...
HEAVILY based on my other ramblings, the detailed one as well as small headcanons here.
TW: HEAVY MENTIONS OF RELIGION, VLAD BEING INSANE AND USING RELIGION TO COMMIT MURDER, SEEING YOU AS AN ANGEL SENT FROM THE HEAVENS FOR HIM, RACISM(? He hates the Ottomen? He's like...from the old times ya know) MYSOGINY (his boss is a woman???), OBSESSION, MURDER COMMITTED FOR YOU, WORSHIP THAT IS ALSO DEGRADING, HE IS NOT OKAY AND NEITHER WILL YOU BE
None...none of this was supposed to happen.
Seras was just in time to block the finishing blow as Integra stared at this creature...the monster Alucard.
Yet, something was wrong, terribly wrong. The form he took on was that of his old and foolish human self and his eyes were nothing of the bloodlust and glee she remembered.
It was pure anger. Pure and cold rage as he gazed about anything in the room.
The long, tattered cloak, the heavy armor he refused to get off and that sword he clung to as if it was the only thing he had. Where are his guns? Where are the glasses she gave him? Where is that smarmy grin, the snicker, the mocking humor, where was Alucard?
Seras' begs of her master reached deaf ears. He was barely listening to her, as if he wasn't even in the same realm as they were, somewhere else entirely. Spacing out but still getting angry at the young vampire's resistance.
The insistence that Integra was his master seemed to displease him as well. He spoke in a thick accent, spatting out that he only has one master and it is no woman.
This wasn't him, she feared. He returned so fast after consuming Schrödinger, but this never could be her Alucard. The one she freed from her father's shackles.
No...he was shackled to something else now.
Shackled to his curse that was you. Chained to his willfull obsession, to his fantasy, his twisted form of love. Integra should have seen it coming that this Alucard would drop his weapon instantly the moment you entered her chambers. His blood-red eyes widening as his breath was caught in throat. Seemingly he had forgotten everyone else there as she watched the man stumble towards you in awe. His hands shook as he kept himself together from touching your radiance and committing sin. Like a puppet on a stage, he fell to his knees, bowing his head to you, dark locks falling in front of his gentle face.
"...Forgive my intrudence, holy angel. Giveth to me the message of God as I offer my prayers."
Fucking hell. It truly was Alucard.
The Bird Of Hermes Is My Name...
It was laughable how quickly this thing was putty in your hands.
Integra sighed, at the end of her wits, but was relieved that this monster was able to be tamed by you. This was no other than Alucard for sure. It was sickening to see him still cling onto that part of himself when it came to you.
As confused as you and Seras may be, she ordered for you to look after him for now. Do not act surprised. Did you think she wouldn't ask that of you?
Both she and you know how Alucard is. And it pains you, terrifies you - because even as he cannot seem to remember himself as the Nosferatu he is - the Dracula Hellsing took prisoner, the one true vampire walking this earth as an immortal being - he is and always will be your monster.
Now he calls himself Vlad the Impaler. The ruler of Wallachia but you do not have the heart nor patience to explain this time and place to him. That his kingdom is no more.
He speaks differently. Voice the same but heavy with a thick accent and speaking in the most polite but proud way you've seen.
You tell him that this place harbors no enemies. There are no Ottomen, no traitors of Wallachia. He believes without a second thought and kneels once again before you. "I thank thee for the sanctuary, o angel." You can cringe as much as you like but he will not stop.
Additionally, Alucard seemed to have forgotten his powers and immortality or perhaps, has not yet regained them. He thinks himself as human and expects an accomodation for one. You offer him a room and though the modernity and the fact he feels no hunger are a novelty to him, he spares these things no thought.
Again, he bows and thanks you once again. "For what reason haseth God brought me here? What message will thy bring me?"
What a load of bullshit. This could not be the Alucard you know (and fear). He may look like him, sound like him but he would never utter such words. With a frown, you step forward and he immediately straightened his pose. As you observe his form, he stares back in awe at the mere short distance of the two of you. A mere servant in the presence of such goodness, such holiness. "Is it really you?" You mutter and gingerly reach for his face. A shudder runs through him as you cup his face and a sigh escaped him. "The touch of an angel..." For a moment, he closed his eyes to memorize and bask in the feeling before gawking back down to you. "I art Count Vlad, thy humble servant. I shall bring death to all thy enemies and have them be a sacrifice."
Your frown deepened and you retracted your hands. "I am no angel. I am...a human. That is all." Alucard's eyes widened and he immediately but gently shook his head. It was like he was hearing blasphemy. "Thou must be. How else could there be such radiance and grace?" He put a hand to his chest, "How else could my heart feel twisted and touched by thy presence? How else could I be so full of veneration at the sight of thy beauty and holiness? Why else..."
Alucard seemed to struggle for words as his breath got caught and his eyes narrowed. You could feel your heart pounding as well but out of fear.
"...does my very existence stop at what I ought to do and be at the sight of thee? Why else had God sent thee to me? Let me be thy vassal, the one who shall shed blood and keep thy hand clean and pure. Let me know, o angel."
Eating My Own Wings...
He was more terrifying than you thought possible.
You almost wished for the old Alucard to be back. This one is a senile, insane warlord who believes each little lie he tells himself. The lies of his kingdom, his faith, that you are an angel sent to him.
It was revoulting.
In the past he wouldn't keep his eyes off of you and never wiped that stupid grin off his face. But now, he bows his head, not daring to stare at you directly or for too long as if he was worthy of your beautiful sight. He showers you in compliments and even prayers. To him, you are a prayer, a benelovence that blesses him. Each word that leaves your mouth and each touch he so eagerly awaits even as he pretends to be humble, are a blessing. To even be in the same realm as you, as you obviously landed from above to see him, is nothing short of a blessing that must be met with gratitude.
Even as he speaks of gratitude and unworthiness, you can clearly and quickly notice that he seeks you out contanstly. The heavy stomps of his armor are hard to ignore. He stalks you without any intention to hide and his face remains blank but soft. The unruly nature of this form of his makes him look so...wild and unkempt with his disheveled hair and the messy mustache...but this form seemed the most non-hostile.
Although he stalks you, he barely lets out a word - aside from begging for your message from God, thanking you again and again for blessing him and imploring for an order, any order to do good in your name. For you. For you to notice him and validate his actions as a warlord.
He must be doing good. The bloodshed and the battles are his prayers and they must reach you, so please, please, tell him he is doing everything right by striking down his enemies.
No matter how many times you tell him you are no benelovent creature, he refuses to believe you. You must hide your identity for men are greedy and will cut off your wings. No one else can see you for what you really are aside from him, of course. It's a way to stroke his ego. Only he can understand and see you for he is God's most humble, most powerful, most blessed servant. He will be rewarded for all he has done and endured, so of course only he knows you are an angel! Everyone else is a blind fool.
As much as he sings your praises, Alucard is too much in awe to touch you. You are a holy being and he cannot ever have the audacity to simply touch you. But, as hypocritical as it is, he reveres in the willing touches he receives from you. Each a prayer, each a blessing. An angel caressing him and showing him...love. True love he has never known. He was always a monster on the battlefield and the common men were traitors and wrongdoers. Only a holy being could hold the essence of true and unconditional love - only you. Only you can love him.
Alucard has lost the wit, the mockery, the giddiness of battle. The only emotions you can make out on his face are reverance and a gentleness that you dared describe as obsession.
No matter what he could ever go through...he was still your sick monster.
The same monster that hesitates to touch you. The monster that won't leave you alone. The same monster that watches you sleep with bated breath, mesmerized by your peaceful figure and the undying wish to craddle you, to share the same peace you feel just once in his life. But he cannot. The only thing left for him is to adore you from afar with a lovesick expression.
...To Keep Me Tame.
The enemy draws closer and so he draws out his sword. He needs no army to protect you and devote the next sacrifice for you. Before every battle, he kneels and lets out an incantation. Promising you glory and the enemy's head all in your name.
"I shan't have any filth taint thy radiance, o angel. The enemy shall lose their pitiful life for daring to approach thee."
His vow is commandable but the way he eagerly turns around and swings his blade with such rage at the danger to absolutely maul them before they can scream out their regrets and begs for mercy. You can't tell if he simply is enraged at the sight of any enemy of the Count Vlad, for wanting to hurt and mock you, or if there is still this bloodlust hidden deep in his dead heart. You do not know. He doesn't squeal in glee when he strikes them down, does not talk down to them. Alucard is as silent as ever as Vlad but the ferocity is still the same.
He returns, reeking and spilled with blood, as he offers you their head. Fearing he will take it the wrong way if you reject it - after all, all he does is for his faith - you try to gently tell him that it's enough, that he doesn't need to fight any more. It works, for he believes his angel.
Still, the look of anticipation in his eyes make you sick. Perhaps one day, you cannot take it anymore. He does his job as Hellsing's hound well unwittingly but the way he seeks you out and looks at you is more than enough. You tell him you are no angel, may be kind to him, may show him humanity, love, but you are not a holy being. That he shouldn't see you as something you are not!
So...stop with the devotion. The sacrifice. This obsession that isn't love.
A monster cannot love. He should know. He is the one who told you!
"...Then what...am I here for?" He told you one day, defeated and disheartened. The desperation on his face was almost shocking.
"...Why am I here in this world if not to serve thee? Why did any of this happen? Why would I march and fight again and again through this wasteland of my own kingdom if...if I cannot have thee?"
You step back. Alucard genuinely sounded heartbroken.
"Each of these non-believing monsters hunting me...I have to kill them, do I not? None of them have the same strength that I have, the will to pray and serve God the way I have! I have swallowed my own armies, my own land just to keep moving on. I kept moving on into this strange, confusing place...all to reach thee, no? That is why I kept on killing, to meet thee, did I not? Is it not what I am here for?"
Alucard stomps towards you, not bowing his head once. He holds onto your arms first with his metal glove, before placing one gently against your face. His eyes are wide and red.
"No one else marched on as I. No one else could ever imagine thy form. Only I can, only I am worthy enough to see thee, to meet and reach thee. To serve thee. My angel."
#hellsing#hellsing headcanons#hellsing alucard#alucard#yandere#yandere alucard#yandere alucard x reader#vlad dracula#hellsing x reader
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You're it for me
Summary: Wanda is sick of being pregnant and her powers took over when she saw you sleep peacefully beside her
pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warning: Pregnancy, Cursing, boobs are mentioned (oh no!!), and Pregnancy fetishism (I guess) is mentioned but not played out!
Note: I promise I won't only write pregnant fic or popstar!reader, if you guys have any ideas DM me, I think I have that open. Also another fanfic so quickly???
(Might be some grammar and punctuation errors) (Kind of long)
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Like clockwork, Wanda woke up at two in the morning. She sighed in frustration as she felt the twins kicking her.
You and Wanda always talked about starting a family together. She even found a way to make the baby's blood related to you both.
Wanda said she would carry the babies. Ever since the whole fighting Thanos, Wanda wanted to lay low and live a normal life with you (her wife) on your guyâs farm.
Wanda rubbed her eight-month-pregnant belly, hopefully, it would lure Billy and Tommy back to sleep. Wanda couldnât wait to be a mother but she wanted these nine months to be over. She was tired of always having to go to the bathroom, of something hurting, and not getting a full night's sleep.
Wanda glared at you who was passed out snoring lightly. How dare you rub it in her face that you could sleep without interruptions. You rolled onto your side, your back facing her.
If you both decide to have more kids, Wanda decided that you're carrying them.
Once the babies had calmed down, Wanda placed her hand on your stomach. With Wandaâs swollen belly, itâs been hard to have you close to her. This is how Wanda has been cuddling you since her bump got big. She hates it!!!!
Wanda sighed in frustration when she felt the twins kicking her again. Wanda tried to lean close to your ear âYouâre carrying themâ Wanda stated for next time. Wanda stayed there waiting for the babies to tire themselves out.
Next Day
Beep Beep Beep Beep You hit snooze on your alarm, in your opinion, the worst part about working on a farm is having to wake up at the ass crack of dawn because you have a shit ton of things to do.
You throw your legs over the bed about to get up, but you stop. You sit there frozen too scared to move. Did something⊠No, no, thatâs crazy.
You were about to get up but thatâs when you felt it again, something flutter inside you.
You pulled your quilt off and you gasped at what your eyes laid on. Your stomach was swollen, and your pajama shirt which was originally a little big on you is now bunched up under your boobs.
You rubbed your eyes hoping you were hallucinating but nope, it was still there.
Your shaky finger poked the stomach, and at first, nothing happened. Then you poked it again, and the bump was rocking side to side causing you to jump a little.
Your heart was running, no matter how hard you tried to come up with how it happened it wasnât logical.
You felt whatever was inside of you hit your ribs hard, almost as if it punched you.
âOwâ You whispered not wanting to wake up Wanda.
You lightly slap the bump which causes it to punch you in the ribs again.
âBitch!â You yelled glaring at your stomach
âLove, whatâs wrong?â Wanda asked
In a panic, you threw the blanket over your shoulder making sure to cover your stomach. You didnât want Wanda to stress because you love her and it could hurt the babies.
Grabbing the short bed frame to help you up, you felt like someone gorilla glued five sixteen-pound bowling balls to your stomach. âFuck, itâs heavyâ You mumbled placing your free hand under your stomach for support.
You slowly turned around âNothing baby, go back to sl-â
Your eyes widen, Wanda isnât pregnant anymore. Like her bump just vanished.
You felt ashamed of how long it took you to figure it out.
You let the blanket slip onto the ground, exposing Wanda to your state.
Wandaâs mouth dropped, she looked down at her flat stomach and then back at you.
Wanda slowly made her way over to you, she was trying to pretend she wasnât freaking out.
Wanda poked your stomach nothing happened, then she poked again and the twins kicked you hard.
âFuckâ you hissed bending over in pain, Wanda apologized.
âHow did this happen?â Wanda asked her eyes staying on the bump, you shrugged âI donât know! Youâre the one with the red wiggly woos!â You whispered yelled.
Realization hit Wanda, she looked down at her hands before giving you a nervous smile. Your shoulder dropped âWhat did you do?!â You panicked, Wanda couldnât meet your eyes âLast night Billy and Tommy woke me up, seeing you sleeping peacefully made me mad. So I placed my hand on your stomach while I cuddled you and I said yourâŠcarryingâŠthemâ Wanda's voice grew quiet your eyes widened and your mouth dropped too stunned to speak âI totally meant for next time!â Wanda explained pointing her finger at you.
You started to hyperventilate. Youâre not prepared to give birth, you barely even read the parenting books Wanda bought for you. Your body hasnât been preparing for the two human beings you're going to be pushing out. What if something happens and you have to go into surgery or you die?!
Also, how are you going to explain to people how you are suddenly eight months pregnant? You always do the socializing part of business so Wanda doesnât have to!
âLove, Loveâ Wanda called rubbing your back âYou need to calm downâ Wanda explained in a hushed tone. You knew she was right but how could you be calm in this moment?
âWanda, Alan is coming over around lunch to pick up some apples for the farmers marketâ You stated, Wanda squeezed your arms âLetâs get you back to bed, and Iâll look at the bookâ Wanda assured. You nodded, Wanda grabbed your hand to ease you back into bed, and she placed a mountain of pillows to support your back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wanda sat in the kitchen at the dining table flipping through the Darkhold, she didnât even know what she was looking for.
Deep down Wanda was happy to have a break from being pregnant, she knows that you are right of course but still. Thereâs a part of her hoping you change your mind to stay that way.
âAh, shit!â a voice from outside yelled, Wanda look out the window where she found you waddling towards the chicken coop with a basket in your hand. Wanda closed the book âWhat is sheâŠâ Wanda trailed off walking towards the back door.
Wanda walked towards you crossing her arms over her chest âUm, (Y/N)â Your wife called, you let out a soft hmmm while throwing chicken feed onto the ground âWhat are you doing?â Wanda wondered her voice stern, you kept throwing the chickens their food âWhat does it look like?â you sassed still focusing on your task. Wanda finally reached you, she pulled the empty basket out of your hands and placed it on the ground âNot resting like you should beâ Wanda stated. You faced your wife sighing in frustration, âWanda I have things to do, I canât lay in bedâ you reminded, Wanda stood behind you placing a hand on your hip and her other hand grabbing your hand âIâll do the chores, I donât want you on your feet until I figure out how to undo thisâ Wanda told guiding her wife back inside the house.
Wanda eased you back into bed âThere we go, loveâ Wanda smiled pulling the blankets up to your chest. You groaned pushing the blanket under your bump âItâs so itchyâ you whined scratching your belly, Wanda grabbed the lotion from her bedside table.
Wandaâs eyes landed on you. Seeing you carrying her children made her smile. It also turned her on, but she knew that was the last thing on your mind.
âBaby?â Your voice brought Wanda back. âSorry, Love.â Wanda blushed, squirting the lotion onto your bump. Billy and Tommy started to move around âDo they ever stop?â You groaned throwing your head against your pillow, Wanda chuckled as she rubbed the lotion into your skin. Wanda loved that she got to take care of you for a change, she could get used to this. Maybe she could brainwash everyone into thinking that you were the one pregnant all along.
âThat feels so good thank you, babyâ you moaned, your breathing hitched, You were making it harder for Wanda to not go down on you. Wanda could only smile, âI got chores, do you need anything?â Wanda interlocked your hand with hers you shook your head, Wanda gave you a quick peck on the lips.
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Pain shot down your back causing you to wake up âMotherfuckerâ You hissed placing your hand on your back. You opened your eyes seeing that it wasnât a dream and that youâre still very pregnant. Wanda is a fucking boss for dealing with this shit for eight months.
You stood up hoping a quick walk around the house could relieve the back pain.
After you waddle around the house, you head toward the kitchen where you see Wanda at the dining table flipping through the Darkhold.
Wanda looked exhausted, she had paint smeared on her cheek. She sighed in frustration, she kept drifting to sleep. From growing your babies to doing a shit ton of chores along with researching on how to reverse the pregnancy. You sighed guilt had a grip on your heart, you looked down at your bump placing a hand on it before looking up at Wanda. Your mind was made up.
You entered the kitchen âHi, Loveâ You smiled, Wanda rubbed sleep out of her eyes âHi, loveâ Wanda gave a sleepy smile. You sat in the chair next to Wanda whose attention went back to the Darkhold, both of you sat in silence. You twist your wedding ring to soothe your anxiety trying to find the nerve to tell Wanda, hopefully she would understand.
You grabbed Wandaâs hand gaining her attention âWhatâs wrong?â Wanda wondered her voice laced with concern, you gathered your courage âI donât want you to reverse this anymoreâ You admitted pointing to the baby bump Wanda knit her eyebrows âWhat?â Wanda asked, you took a deep breath âYouâve been crushing it at carrying these two. Seeing you in pain hurts me and I wish I couldâve done something to help you. So let me carry them, you deserve a breakâ You admitted, you knew your little speech was corny but it was the truth, Wandaâs eyes glossed looking relieved âI love you! You are IT for me! We are never getting divorcedâ Wanda admitted squeezing your hand, you gave a light laugh âI thought that was a no-brainerâ You smiled, and Wanda kissed you passionately.
Honk Honk
You pulled away âAlanâs hereâ You smiled brushing your nose against your wifeâs, Wanda groaned before leaving to meet Alan outside.
#wanda maximoff#wanda mcu#wanda marvel#wanda maximoff x female reader#wanda maximoff x reader#x pregnant reader#wlw#wanda maximoff imagine#mcu imagine#mcu fanfiction#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda maximoff fluff#marvel imagine#marvel fanfiction
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I've said it before, I'll say it again, and I'm sure it won't be the last time. I AM SICK AND BLOODY TIRED OF THESE MFS, HALF OF WHO DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT CURSED CHILD, BITCHING AND MOANING ABOUT AN ANGSTY TEEN DARING TO BE AN ANGSTY TEEN, I WILL FIGHT THE LOT OF YOU
(this is gonna be a bit long and probably incoherent so sit down and fucking listen to me đ« stick with me because I'm not just complaining about albus haters)
eVERYBODY wants cOoMmpllEeXx relatable HUMAN characters - and then SHIT themselves when the flaws a CHILD has isn't just đ„ș uwu im socially awkward and traumatised đ„ș. that's why scorpius doesn't get this fuckass treatment, because his terrible human flaw is that he's a bit shit at conversation and gets sad about his dead mum (generalised understatement, but this post isnt about him. dont come for me i love him đ«¶đ»)
god forbid albus, who feels unloved and unwanted (with valid evidence for a teenager), albus who feels completely out of place and outcast from his entire famously-close-knit family, ablus who is well known by the world by default via Harry and hates the attention and high expectations, albus who then gets targeted and bullied by his peers because he's not as perfect and brilliant as his father, albus who is then isolated from his one friend because Harry is making irrational ptsd fueled decisions, albus who tells Harry completely sincerely that he knows he's unlikeable but he'll try and change himself and be more like his siblings because he genuinely believes that's what Harry and everyone else whos had the misfortune of meeting him wants, albus who spends the entire play trying to prove himself and fix things via idiotic childish decisions BECAUSE HES A WHOLE UNSTABLE CHILD
god forbid that CHILD doesn't react like a patient, supported, well adjusted, level headed adult. god forbid he reacts outwardly. god forbid he reacts at all, my bad. clearly he should just sniffle a bit as if he doesn't feel suffocated and helpless by everything in his life, because obviously hes just a spoiled brat who doesn't know what real suffering is. god forbid he complains or feels anything negatively, or doesn't quite grasp that other people are struggling too because he is too busy trying so hard to deal with himself and his declining mental health the best he can with basically no support or understanding. god forbid he isn't completely perfect.
you all sound like some fucking boomer telling teenagers they don't know what real struggling is, they aren't mentally ill, they dont have any problems because they have a roof over their head, they should all go to war kids are too soft these days đ«đđ± fUCKINGâŒïžSHUT UPâŒïž
he does things wrong but he knows he does and he does everything he can to fix it! and he is fourteen!!! do none of you remember what being fourteen is like đđ I swear half of you have got to be basically fourteen yourselves cmon man
cause I'm seeing this fucking pattern a lot recently. not just for albus, not just in this fandom, everywhere. âŒïž no one can fucking handle flawed characters anymore âŒïž the only thing any character is allowed to have wrong with them is trauma apparently, otherwise they have to be perfect, and I'm getting sick of it. characters and stories are meant to reflect real life, they're meant to help shape our world view, why are you expecting everyone to be fucking perfect??? what happened to nuance? what happened to understanding character development? you are all acting like characters and people are so black and white. either they're perfect or they're insufferable and evil. I won't lie, the most common victims i've noticed of this are women. but the flawed women are typically demonised, whereas the men are typically turned into uwu baby boys who actually aren't capable of doing anything wrong and then fanon goes nuts making them into ittle wittle victims. and I'm so fucking sick of all of it, I hate this. (obviously this is not a strict rule. Albus Potter, and also Albus Dumbledore now I mention it, are demonised beyond belief)
BRING BACK FLAWS AND BRING BACK NOT COMPLETELY WRITING OFF A CHARACTER BECAUSE THEY DARE TO BE HUMAN
I AM FED UP, ALBUS POTTER GET BEHIND ME
#he did many things wrong BUT I PROMISE YOU HE IS MORE AWARE THAN YOU ARE#HE HATES HIMSELF MORE THAN YOU EVER COULD#this post has been building a lot because i just kEEP SEEING ALBUS HATERS AND ITS DRIVING ME INSANE#i am albus potters defence lawyer actually#also eloise bridgertons i am seeing far too many people jumping on that hate train#i know shes going through her im not like other girls i hate pink phase but OF COURSE SHE IS#SHE LIVES IN THE 1800S WOMEN ARENT ALLOWED TO DO SHIT SHE FEELS TRAPPED IN A BOX AND ALL SHE SEES IS OTHER PEOPLE PLAYING THEIR PARTS#i could talk about her a lot more but this isnt the time or place đâđ» eloise bridgerton they could never make me hate you#also sansa stark i havent even watched game of thrones but i would fight to the death to defend her#her only crime was being a naive child and yet people hate her mercilessly#these are the people coming to me off the top of my head but there are countless fucking others#we are witnessing the death of media literacy and the death of nuance and its killing me i cannot fucking do this#i sincerely hope anyone complaining about al dont ever have teenage children because they will be shit at supporting or understanding them#hpcc#harry potter#albus potter#scorpius malfoy#years spent on tumblr and i still dont know how to tag#albus severus potter#harry potter and the cursed child#scorbus#is it cheeky if i tag bridgerton or game of thrones?#it feels cheeky đ#the marauders#tagging that too because that fandom are fucking perpetrators of this#(said as someone in it dont come for me)
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Ashton Frey is literally so autistic though like itâs got me making organized lists here letâs see
Heâs carefully mastered the art of observation and reading people cuz he was so bored as a kid being forced to attend large social gatherings and he isolated himself and just studied the way people interacted with each other to figure out why they behaved the way they did. Despite this, heâs still really bad at understanding social cues (he is never able to tell when Rebecca is upset or what couldâve caused it, he canât word anything properly, he talks in such a logical way that he comes off as uncaring and he doesnât notice when it upsets people, etc) and generally doesnât interact with most people
Heâs very intelligent but hated school because the system was structured so horribly. He fell asleep in professor Andrewâs class frequently but once the professor found a way to appeal to his interests he became super committed and passionate
Heâs horrible, just absolutely horrible with words and communication lol. He fumbles and stutters and says a lot of mean things on accident. He mostly communicates through his actions and itâs why he comes off as cruel and uncaring to those who donât pick up on it and kind and considerate to those who do pick up on it (my favorite example is the difference between Rebecca and Isabellaâs feelings towards him. Rebecca relies on Ashton to tell her how he feels and because he doesnât communicate very good verbally, she assumes he doesnât care about her when he in fact cares a great deal. Isabella on the other hand is able to get on his level a bit more, like understanding that even though he teased her about the letter he still took his day off to help her in the way he thought was best and he gave her ice cream and the charm because he cares, and she is able to see just how loving he really is)
Earning his trust isnât easy but once you get it he WILL cling to you like crazy and shower you with memes and bad puns and do anything to make you happy
He gets a lot of attention for being hot but heâs usually oblivious to it or finds the attention annoying. He also tends to turn people off with his personality
He fixates so hard on whatâs important to him that itâs detrimental to his physical and mental health and he shuts out everything else to pursue his interests
He categorizes his life into boxes and HATES when things slip out of their needed space. He finds himself lying a lot to the people important to him because heâs so desperate to keep them away from the other parts of his life. He is easily transformed by the people in his line of work and finds himself becoming like them. Also heâs kinda gullible in his job and doesnât realize heâs been manipulated by his boss since day one cuz teehee cops are fucking assholes and he has a naive sense of justice and easily believes everything his boss tells him and it makes him the perfect pawn for some abuse (seriously i hate chief lee so fucking much god I hate him Ashton baby Iâm sorry but youâre being manipulated and your boss is a monster and you need to get a better career dude)
Heâs very insecure and scared of rejection and beats himself up for minor flaws. He also has trouble understanding his feelings and expressing them he tries to logic his way out of feeling and only cries when heâs hit absolute rock bottom and is like. Told that he needs to cry because heâs clearly not holding up well and only then is he able to
Heâs got a damn good memory and remembers every obscure thing about his friends
Heâs very attached to objects and gives them names (Shirley and Ophelia my beloved)
#the letter#the letter visual novel#ashton frey#i also got similar shit for marianne shes sooooo autistic coded its unreal#but yeah i just love the way this manifests in all the relationships like i said here the contrast between rebecca and isabella#it really shows the compatibility of the characters like i mean they all struggle with communicating a bit#but with ashton and rebecca they got the classic problem of rebecca getting upset because she thinks ashton doesnt care#because he expresses his feelings through his actions but never says the right words shes looking for#so then she gets mad when he doesnt notice shes upset with him because she never tells him whats wrong#and he can be kinda oblivious to her being upset and he says things that make it worse#its just a fucking mess they are not on the same level at all they fight constantly and with rebecca in particular shes just never satisfied#isabella on the other hand she feels frustrated with ashton too because he teases her a lot and she takes it very literally#but theyre able to find a middle ground like ashton takes responsibility and apologizes for the times hes upset her#and Isabella is able to notice how ashton has been showing his feelings through his actions like she realizes he spent his day off trying to#help her and he took her to the ice cream place cuz he noticed it and thought of her and he paid for her despite being a scrooge#and he gave her the charm even though he doesnt believe in curses because he knows she does and shed maybe feel protected with it#and its really cute cuz once she realizes this you can just see the exact moment she Gets It BAD for him#they are so fucking aaaaaaaa so good for each other i love them they are everything
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no thoughts just waitress!reader showing up for shifts like nothings wrong after the date situation
just keeping it calm and professional. working her shifts efficiently and no longer bantering/flirting with ghost, who would rather reader melt down and tear into him than putting up the walls around herself hehe
Ok I'm combining some asks here that had some different ideas - I got so many of you guys demanding reparation for making reader cry đ here's the comfort chapter! (Still a tad angsty at the beginning)
Ghost had finished your tips for you that night. He had half a mind to slide a hundred in your payout folder as an apology for ruining your date... but what good would that do? That would make you quit for good, if you hadn't already.
He lays in his bed, eyes stuck to the ceiling, still in his jeans and black shirt. He wishes he could snuff out the guilt that sits heavily in his gut. He wonders what you're doing - probably crying, possibly making a half-assed voodoo doll of himself and stabbing his chest with a dull steak knife, because that's all he feels right now.
He gets up early the next day after a rough three hours of sleep. He lumbers down the stairs to the office - Price is there, sorting out cash and working on the next supply order. He looks at Simon, who's rubbing his eyes and looking worse for wear.
"Mornin'." Price says, turning back to the monitor. Ghost grunts in response, dropping himself onto the couch behind Price. His head aches from the lack of sleep, thoughts circling in his mind about how to apologize to you. He can imagine you won't want to talk to him - or, if you do, it'll most likely be profanities wedged between insults. He'd love for you to berate him right now, and make him feel like he got what he deserved.
Price sighs. "You sleep alright?"
"I've had better."
"Nightmare?"
"... yea, somethin' like that."
Price huffs. "I'm workin' front of house today." He says, grabbing the bag of tips and standing up. "Goin' down to drop these in the safe, then I'll help you stock up."
Simon opens his eyes, looking at Price with confusion. "You?"
Price nods. "Dove called out sick. Sounded like she's got the lurgy."
That delivers the final blow to Simon. He knows you're not sick - you're avoiding him now. All plans to apologize are now out the window, and the more time passes, the harder it'll be to do it.
"You've only got yourself to blame, Simon." Price says, heading down to the restaurant floor.
He curses under his breath as Price leaves. How he heard about what happened - he could only assume it had been from Soap. He drops his arm over his face and groans. He wants to call out himself, but then they might as well shut down the entire pub for the day.
Should he try phoning you? Would you answer, let alone allow him to get more than five words out? What would he say? "Sorry I ruined your date, I was jealous tha' ya got a life outside of the pub." There is no variation of an apology that feels like it would be enough. He made you cry, for fucks sake. That was a punishment in and of itself, but he still had to own up to what he'd done.
He sighs loudly; his body feels heavy as he drags himself off the couch, trudging down the stairs. He still has a bar to run.
It had to have been the longest shift of Simon's life, and he even wrapped things up a bit earlier than usual. He didn't have the gift of your incessant chatting or being able to tease you to make the time pass. Price was a solid companion in front of house, but there was hardly a conversation to be held - even with the usual bar crowd. The patrons had a look of confusion for the majority of the night, wondering why Soap wasn't popping his head out of the kitchen to chat every once in a while - and why the hell the owner was serving tables, and not the chipper, spunky waitress.
When Simon had locked up for the night, he noticed your bike was no longer in the alley. Johnny must have dropped it off on the way back to his place.
Today isn't much different - at least, not for Simon. He's still suffering from a lack of sleep, he's irritable (he had a spat with Johnny in the morning, over something he can't even remember), and his work ethic is suffering. He's not worried about slicing bar fruit; it'll give him something to do later, when he needs it. Maybe the rush will kick him back into shape.
He stares at the dishes on the edge of the bar - they're all in need of a good polish, but he finds himself stuck on staring at the bar fridge. There's nothing else he needs to stock up on - it's packed completely full with wine, champagne, and cans of beer. He gently kicks the side of it with his boot. He should be checking the to-go boxes, helping Soap with setting up the condiments and soups, making sure the tables all had full salt and pepper shakers. That's what you would be doing. But, you're not here, and neither is Price. He can only hope tonight isn't as busy as the previous night, otherwise he'll have to close some tables. Which would make customers mad. Which would make Price mad. Which would-
Suddenly, he hears three loud bangs against the back door. He freezes, the sound triggering a Pavlovian response. He immediately looks up to the kitchen window - Soap opens the door, and you come jogging inside. You greet him with a smile. He asks how you're feeling, and you say "much better".
He doesn't know what to do with himself, but he just stands there like an idiot as you hang your bag and jacket on a hook. Stands there as you push your way into the restaurant, barely sparing him a glance as you scurry by him. Stands there as you run up the stairs, two at a time, diving nose-first into your chores so you can avoid Simon.
He can't speak. Should he? What can he say? "I'm sorry," for starters, but it isn't that simple. He thought you might have quit, and was preparing his heart for the worst. But now, here you are, running back and forth through the pub and setting up your tables - and it feels like you've never been farther away from him.
In all honesty, you can't bring yourself to talk to him either. You're feeling just as ashamed with your behavior two nights ago as he is about his own. Why the fuck would you expect someone - let alone your boss - to do your chores so that you could run off and have fun on a date? Not only that, but you'd made a scene; you felt like you had half-assed the ice bins in your scramble to get them cleaned, and then you sobbed in the middle of the restaurant. The cherry on top, however, was when you called Price yesterday and told him you had a cold, calling out of your shift. It was a cowardly thing to do, and you could tell he wasn't buying your story.
But: bills need to be paid, rent is due, and you can't lose this job. So you sucked it up and came in today - Simon is easy enough to ignore, separated from you by the bar.
At first, the quiet bartender was relieved that you had showed up for your shift - he wouldn't have searched for a new waitress if you had quit, instead choosing to deal with the consequences of his actions. But he's quickly getting more and more irritated with the silent treatment you're serving. You only talk to him when necessary: a simple "thanks" when you grab your drinks and run them to your tables. You busy yourself between rolling silverware, (over)stocking napkins and condiments, and even going so far as to spray the menus down and scrub them with a rag. You spend more time in the kitchen with Soap; each peal of laughter shared between the two of you is another arrow in Simon's chest. He's stuck behind the bar, listening to woes spilling from drunken lips, forced to watch you flit around and pretend he doesn't exist.
You can't keep this up forever.
Still, you do for most of the night. Even when your shift is coming to an end, the kitchen closed while you close the tabs for your remaining tables, you don't cave and sit at the bar with Simon. You sit at the farthest table from him, the farthest chair, in fact, skimming over your tip receipts - and talking to Soap (who was only able to sit with you since you had helped him knock out his tasks).
Simon's never been as angry with Soap as he is now - and the worst part is he knows it's not justified. He's watching from behind the bar, polishing glasses so hard they might wane into cups. He wants to talk to you. He will talk to you before the night is over. He doesn't expect forgiveness, but he expects that you'll at least let him offer an apology.
One of the regulars at the bar looks to whatever Simon is glaring at, chuckling quietly when he sees you. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Stuff it, Mike." Simon grumbles.
Meanwhile, you walk back from closing out your last table, plopping back in the booth with Soap. "What are you doing after this?"
"Sleepin'." he replies instantly, tossing back an onion ring. "Been dealin' with a grumpy bawbag since early this mornin', and I'm beat."
You glance over at the bar; Simon's back is facing you as he organizes the beer glasses. You really should apologize to him... you just couldn't figure out when the right time would be. He'd still be working by the time your shift ends, and you don't even know if he wants to speak to you at this point.
"Is he mad at me?" you ask, tapping your pen on the table.
Soap sighs. "I'm not goin' t' be the middle man, Bonnie." he says, looking at you intently. "If ye feel like somethin' needs to be said, go talk to 'im."
You groan, leaning back against the seat. "It's not that simple."
"Why not?"
"It just isn't! He's already pissed at me, and he probably thinks I'm a slacker. What good is an apology?"
"Ye won't know 'til ye talk to 'im, hmm?"
"What if he fires me?"
Johnny barks with laughter, and you frown. "I'm being serious."
"He'd never fire ye." he says, getting up out of the booth. He stretches both arms above his head and lets out a grunt. "In fact, he was throwin' a fit yesterday n' today 'fore ye came in. Bitch took it out on me."
You winced. "I'm sorry-"
"Save it fer 'im." Soap interjected. He left you at the booth with the onion rings and your tips, disappearing into the kitchen. You huff, hunching back over your tips and scribbling through them.
Deep down, you know Soap is right. If anything, you could just apologize to Simon. If he chooses to be grumpy about it, so be it. You've got tough skin... still, you can't stand the thought of him being upset with you - not because of your work ethic, but because you liked him. A lot. And you wanted him to like you back, even if it was in the most platonic way.
But that didn't change anything. An apology was due, and you were going to give him one before you left tonight.
You grabbed an onion ring and popped it in your mouth, grimacing when you realized they were cold. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Simon making his was across the floor to your booth.
Great. Guess the apology is coming now.
He stops at the edge of the table, wiping his hands in a rag. You pretend to punch numbers into your phone's calculator, but they're all random - you just want to look like you're busy.
"May I sit?" he asks, tucking the rag into his back pocket.
You mumble out a "sure", still not looking at him. You hear his large frame slide into the seat across from you, polyester squeaking underneath his weight. You continue to do random equations on your calculator, letting a thick blanket of tension settle between the two of you. You can feel his stare burning into your head, his arms folded over his chest... and you notice that his mask is in his hand. You finally look up at him.
It's not the first time you've seen his face - you've caught glimpses of it when he smokes in the alley, or when he eats whatever Soap throws under the warmer for you and Simon. But this time, he's not taking it off to be convenient. And, dear god, you're just now paying attention to how scarred, rugged, and handsome he is - but now's not the time for those kinds of thoughts. You feel like he's reaching out an olive branch, showing a possible vulnerable side to himself. So, you place your pen on the table and lean back.
He stays quiet for a moment longer, trying to figure out how to start this. He wants to make sure that you know he's here to apologize, not to ask for forgiveness. From his silence, you assume he's waiting for you to go first.
"I'm sorry about Tuesday night." you say, eyes dropping to the table. Simon's astounded that you're the one apologizing, but you continue. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, and I'm sorry for trying to dump my job on you."
He feels worse, now. Was that even possible? He was expecting anger, insults - a detailed, frustrated explanation of what you did last night since you did not go on that date. But you're the one saying sorry? You think you're to blame for all of this unspoken aggression? Oh, you really do confuse him, sometimes...
"You don't need t' be sorry, luv." he says, gazing at you with a softness you'd never seen before, not in his brown eyes, at least.
"No, I do." you say, nearly pleading with him to let you be apologetic. "I was being a brat, and whether you usually do the ice bins or not, I shouldn't have expected you would do them without asking." You push your pen on the table, doing your best to convey your feelings. "And yeah, I was late for my date, but... well, he sounded like a dick, anyways."
Simon chuckles, watching you stare at the table. "Well, I owe you an apology, too. I jus'..." he sighed heavily, running a hand down his jaw. "I don' even know. Guess I was bein' lazy, or... I got jealous tha' you've got a life outside of this pub. Feels like you belong here."
He immediately regrets saying that - it sounds way too possessive and... just straight up weird. But you smile, taking comfort in the fact that he still wants you here. That this was the whole reason behind the mess.
"Soap called you a bitch. Said you were an asshole all day."
Simon scoffs. "Yea... 'm pretty sure Price would tell ya the same. And he wants ya back, too. Couldn't stand waitin' on tables, he was tryin' t' trade places with me all night."
You laugh. The world seems alright again - not perfect, but good enough. It might take a night of sleeping the tension away before you're fully back to your normal self, but this is a leap in the right direction. You look at Simon, into his brown, steady eyes, as they stare right back at you.
He breaks the silence. "I really am sorry for ruinin' your date."
You smile softly. "Thank you, Simon. I forgive you."
And just like that, the weight of his guilt is lifted away. The lingering sourness remains, a reminder that he had made you cry. But you had forgiven him, which was more than he was hoping to get tonight.
"Are we better?" you ask timidly.
He nods once. "Better."
You smile - you slowly slide your stack of receipts to him, biting your lip. "Cool - can I have my money?"
Just like that, his smirk drops - but you know it's all in good humor. He huffs, snatching the stack from the table and scoots his way out of the booth. "Always got money on the mind, eh?"
"I've always got rent on my mind." you retort, following after him with the bowl of onion rings. You plant yourself at your usual spot on the end of the bar, right near the POS where Simon cashes out your tips. He tries to hurry up, assuming you want to dip and go home after such an intense conversation. He slides the mask back over his face and punches his code in, trying to edit your tips into the system as quickly as he can.
"Simon?"
"Hm?" his response is instant, turning around to look back at you. You've got your phone on the bartop, and your back and jacket on the unoccupied seat next to you.
"Can I stay for a drink?"
He's melting on the inside, only held together by his own skin. He sets your receipts down and opts to do them later, right before whenever you decide to leave. He won't miss on an opportunity to have you stay longer.
"Course, luv. What's it gonna be?"
"You know how to make a cosmo?"
He chuckles, grabbing a glass from the shelf behind him. "Sure do."
#bartender ghost#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost#ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost cod#cod x reader#call of duty
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so, one aspect of catelyn which i think is underrated (certainly the biggest adaptation loss which nobody talks about) is her, let's say superstitiousness, or better yet, let's call it genre-savviness, being one of the few adult characters open to magic and the supernatural in this fantasy world. we first meet her in the godswood, home of gods which are not truly hers, yet she is still very aware of their power. when she and ned talk of the deserter he killed, he hopes he won't have to go with the nw to deal with mance rayder, but she has even more fear of that idea bc there are worse things beyond the wall than just wildlings. ned scoffs and says she's been listening to old nan too much, but she's right. we already know from the prologue that she's right! and here she is, understanding the genre of their world better than her husband, who was actually born and spent his earliest years in this northern land of deep magic, listening to old nan's stories. same with the direwolves, where she was uncomfortable with them at first, but later believed in them as guardians from the old gods even after robb had lost his own faith. and once again, we know she's right even if she doesn't know the evidence to back up her instincts, bc summer and shaggydog did not fail bran and rickon and robb was almost certainly a warg like his brothers. (perhaps making it more fitting that she's the one brought back as a fantasy vengeance monster, not ned and robb, the most unbelieving dead starks.) and in her 2nd agot chapter, everyone focuses on her ambition in wanting ned to agree to the hand job (pun intended) and sansa's betrothal, and while she does recognize the value of their daughter being a future queen more than ned does, that's only her stated argument bc she thinks it's rational enough for ned to listen to. (if ambitious matchmaking were as important to her as to her father she never would have made those frey betrothals fandom loves to blame her for.) in her own head there's a deeper urge driving her. she keeps thinking of the dead direwolf with antlers in its throat, an omen which filled her with dread from the first she heard of it, before robert's arrival, and thinking of it again is what makes her desperate to convince ned not to refuse robert. she had to make him see. and really, she's not wrong, as jon snow would say. the dead direwolf was an omen of ned and robert getting each other killed. it's just one of those misread portents, with no way of knowing the danger to ned was in his loyalty to robert, not conflict with him. BUT the next time she's dealing with baratheons, she knows exactly what she's talking about. it's catelyn, not brienne, who sees the shadow slaying renly, and explains that it was stannis who did that through some dark magic. with no way of knowing how it was achieved and no prior expectation that such a thing were ever possible, she realizes with no hestitation that stannis was guilty and that his red witch was capable of pulling this off somehow. really, the only instinct of the supernatural she's wholly wrong about is her insistence that varys gathered his knowledge through some dark enchantment. however, though that might offend varys, given his own personal experience with a sorcerer, i'd say it's a reasonable assumption without knowing the dude had children moving through walls everywhere like oversized rodents. and imo it just shows she had a healthy respect and awe for varys's power which most other characters lack.
oh, oh, and let's not forget that she also believed in the curse of harrenhal, from her own childhood and the stories old nan told her kids. "and every house that held Harrenhal since had come to misfortune. Strong it might be, but it was a dark place, and cursed. 'I would not have Robb fight a battle in the shadow of that keep,' Catelyn admitted." sure, that wasn't enough to save robb, but he did not die from the curse of harrenhal. that doom was meant for his enemies from tywin lannister to roose bolton.
#valyrianscrolls#asoiaf#asoiaf meta#catelyn stark#catelyn tully#this why i can't w talking abt how much better the northerners are for their supernatural setting#when w the exception of the crannogmen most of them understand their setting less than their southron 7-following lady of wf#people of the riverlands can follow useless gods and still not lose their belief in magic#and people who think it would have been cooler if robbwind or even ned took lsh's place are not just missing the point bc grrm#focused on catelyn as pov for a reason but bc thematically all the gods knew who was actually open to their power#everyone else was only interested in that stupid outline for starkcest shipping but i was most intrigued by cat going beyond the wall#happy tully tuesday!#(c)lsb
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Pouge!Sweetheart!Reader and Rafe request! Rafe gets carried away in bed with dirty talk, saying degrading mean stuff about her being a pouge, because he is really horny and she gets a bit taken back because she doesnât know if he truly feels that way about her and he can tell she is a bit standoffish and down after and he doesn't know what he has done :(
warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, light fluff, a little bit of angst, rafe feels rlly bad :(
both you and rafe managed to surprise each other when you two proposed new ideas to spice up your sex life. choking, overstimulation, roleplay, degradation, to name a few. while rafe reassured you that he loved how vanilla you two were in bed, you wanted to be everything and more for him, your own mind a little curious to see where he takes things. the first time rafe decided to rough things up a bit, it brought new sides out of both of you, and you equally loved it. however, you didnât know how to feel about degradation this time around.
âoh, my- please donât stop rafe!â you cried out, the band in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment, your boyfriendâs hips pistoning in and out of you at an unforgiving speed. âso fucking needy, huh? always wanting more like the fucking pogue you are?â his words made you blink, unsure of what he meant by that. you still moaned, his length pressing that spot inside of you that made you tremble. rafe leaned down, taking your lips in a kiss. âyouâre so fucking sexy, who wouldaâ thought a pogue had it like this?â
there he goes again. this time when he kissed you, you didnât move your lips, your mind simply somewhere else. eventually rafe finished, his arms caging you in as he cursed against your skin. thankfully he didnât pay too much attention to your face, instead he pulled you against his chest and spooned you as he whispered sweet nothings in the curve of your neck. he intertwined your fingers, rubbing your back soothingly until you fell asleep.
the next day you woke up early, still feeling off from last night. while rafe was snoring softly, you managed to slip out of his arms, taking it upon yourself to get ready and go out to get breakfast. apart of you felt bad for going out without him, and quite literally leaving your camper without a word, but you needed some space to clear your head. soon enough, your cell was ringing off the hook with calls and voicemails from rafe. when you got back home, rafe was sitting on the little steps outside, his knee bouncing as he chewed on his thumb.
âwhere were you?!â rafe looked confused as you walked past him and inside. âi got breakfast.â you shrugged, your voice barely above a whisper. âbreakfast?â he watched you take a seat on your little couch, his hands on his hips as he stared down at you. rafe didnât know what to think, as far as he knew he thought everything was fine, great even, between you two. âwhatâs wrong?â he sat down, immediately picking up on the way you avoided his gaze. âhey, talk to me, tell me what i did, baby.â he grabbed your chin.
you looked up at him, concern written all over his face. âlast night,â you started, â..you said some things that bothered me.â you swallowed thickly. rafe shut his eyes momentarily. âi was a little thrown off when you mentioned the whole âpogueâ thing.â you watched as the realization dawned on him, a groan leaving his lips as he rested his head in his hands. âfuck,â he cursed, âiâm sorry. i didnât mean anything i said, y/n. i wasnât thinking straight.â he shook his head. you sighed, placing your arms around him.
âeven the part where you said i was sexy?â rafe paused, a laugh tumbling from his mouth as he turned his eyes on you. you were too sweet for your own good. âno, i definitely meant that.â he clarified, resting his forehead on yours. âiâm so sorry if i made you feel bad, that was never my intention.â he hugged you, pulling you onto his lap. you studied his face, knowing he was genuine. âi know you are. itâs okay.â you pecked his lips. âhow about this,â he took your hand, âinstead of us trying to make things ârougherâ why donât we try softer? praise instead of degradation?â
you smiled, nodding at him while he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. â..i canât believe you got breakfast without me.â
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âł DRESS TO IMPRESS? â
đŒynopsis. in which you convince your boyfriend to play dress to impress with you, will they slay the runway? đčairing. enha!member x female!reader đ°enre. fluff, crack, trendy. đarnings. curse words, not proofread, riki is that annoying player and almost all the members are bad at this game ă
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⥠đȘmelie's đ·ote: oh gosh i had so much fun writing this, especially because i am addicted to this game lol anyway, do you guys have any headcanon request? i am curious...
â đ±eeseung: gets upset but doesn't quit playing.
you might be wondering why heeseung changed his mood like that, and that's because placing on the podium in dress to impress is hard â for him. in the beginning, and sometimes unfair. when you told him you wanted to play with him â your boyfriend was feeling very happy and giddy, creating his account the same second, not knowing how he would feel a few rounds later...
"BRO?! HOW DID SHE PLACED?!" he screamed after standing up from bed while his hands rested against his head, indignant. "LOOK AT ME, I LOOK MUCH PRETTIER!" and heeseung turned his ipad screen at you after laying back on his stomach on bed. "hee, baby... your skin is literally blue, that's not what coquette means..." you replied. "nonsense, even my fit is better! and you placed second you can't say shit! i am not playing this game anymore." he argued, throwing his ipad away from him. "don't quit, continue playing with me," you pouted, waiting for a new round to start. "i'm sorry, baby, but this game is absolutely dog shi- a new round has begun?" when the sound of a new round starting echoed, his mind seemed to have changed. "... yeah?" "okay, maybe one more round won't hurt..."
â đłongseong: gets into arguments with 8 year olds.
jongseong is a good, caring, handsome and mature boyfriend, however, immatureness possesses him when playing dress to impress. just to clear things up you had asked him to play the game with you before, so nothing was new to him â neither to you: hearing him raging about a girl talking shit about his fashion sense. i can't forget to mention that he takes this game very serious â especially when his girlfriend has an awesome ranking.
"look at me, i look so good," "yeah... you do..." you couldn't ignore how terribly your boyfriend's makeup was done. "give me five stars, okay?" "'kay..." "baby, if this girl tells me i look terrible one more time i'll do something really bad." "babe-" " 'you look ugly'...?" he read the chat. open his microphone: "SHUT UP, YOUR FIT LOOKS LIKE A TRASH BAG AND A PIECE OF SHIT JUST HAD A BABY," "JAY! she's a kid!" "and i am eating with this outfit- tha-that's how you guys say right? eat and all...?" "yes, you ate that outfit up babe."
â đłaeyun: you have to be patient.
don't get me wrong, jaeyun is good at games, however, not in this one specifically. it took him about two days just to learn how to walk on roblox's games and how to jump, etc. imagine when you introduced this fashion game which you have time to dress yourself up, oh boy, he was confused. if learning the basics from controlling your avatar on roblox took him days, it took jaeyun a week to understand how to put on items, take them off, where you choose your hair and face... well, it was a pain, but he was able to get through it and play it almost normally.
"babe, why you're skin is grey?" "i didn't know where to change it," shrugs then tries to pose. "oh my god, babe, i showed you where a minute ago!" "okay, chill...! where do i pose though?" "oh my god, jaeyun..."
â đŒunghoon: has lots of difficulties but doesn't give up.
sunghoon is like a mix of heeseung and jake, which means he gets addicted, angry but can't stop playing and still has to be handled with patience and love. with that being said, be prepared to hear a bunch of questions and him leaving and then joining your server a few many times. also! can't forget that sunghoon is still a english learner, so the themes might be misunderstood by him sometimes heh... (á”âáŽâ)
"y/n~" he whines. "i'm done with this game!" leaves "babe, the theme was baggy and you literally dresses up as a trash bag..." "baggy means... bag? what did i do wrong?" "baggy is a style, not a trash bag," "should've told me earlier, y/n!" "hoonie-" "now everyone on the server thinks i am stupid! let's change server, join me now."
â đŒunoo: is the one who places first.
sunoo is undeniably the best dressed on the game among the members, usually winning against you. he has almost all the poses, knows how to layer and is always creative, even reaching top model before you.
"baby, can we play dress to impress together? i'm so close to reach top model." "yeah, su- WAIT! TOP MODEL?!" â ooohhh, i might have forgotten to mention... sunoo plays dress to impress without you sometimes. "baby, just join me 'kay?" "sunshine, explain me how'd you reach top model before me? i play more than you do," "uh... i surely play more than you do, but okay," "wait, wha-" "babyyyy just join my server, i want you to celebrate this with me, alright?" "okay..." your heart softened when you realised he wanted you to be part of his reaching. "can we duo?" you asked. "we can, but just once; i would much rather vote you five (5) stars."
â đłungwon: jungwon.exe stopped working.
jungwon is like jake and oh gosh why i feel like every single one of them is a bit like him?!?! anyway, jungwon would be more than happy to join you, but has already told you that his skills might not really show up in this dressing game â discreetly admitting that he doesn't know how to play it. he actually heard about the game because the other members seem to enjoy it. still, it's just not his cup of tea. however, since you were so excited about him playing with you, sigh, he might make this sacrifice â in which he slowly gets very excited as well.
"wonnie, baby, why are you posing? you have to dress up before the times is up!" you warned him after spotting him on the game. "huh? it doesn't make sense, we have to dress up? where?" "there, baby," you gently took the ipad out of his hands and guided him to the changing booth. "oh... but is too far away from my spawn and why do i walk slower than that girl?" "because she bought a walk faster pack, now dress up wonnie, hurry up...!" "i want to buy that, how do i buy her pack?" "jungwon, dress up now, you have literally one minute." you spoke between your teeth. "okay, okay... y/n, where do i get the items though?" "jungwon..."
â đ»iki: it's that annoying giggly kid who doesn't follow the theme.
if you ever played dress to impress you probably came across to one of those annoying players who never follows the theme, with that, you might refuse to believe riki is this type of player; but trust me, he surely is. and why? because he doesn't take the game that seriously, doing whatever he wants and trolling people â making them believe he's gonna gift them vip or one of the other packs.
"RIKI? HOW'D YOU PLACED FIRST?" "i'm just too good, i guess," your boyfriend shrugged, but you couldn't believe him. "you're lying." "are you saying i am not good at this game?" "..." "y/n," he would call you after suddenly bursting out of laughter. "what?" your annoyed tone of voice echoed and it sounded like his favourite music to his ears. "wanna know how i placed first?" riki looks up at you, hiding just half of his face with his ipad. "mhm..." you hummed, confirming. "i tricked a few girls saying that i would gift them vip if they voted me five (5) stars," he giggled, knowing you were about to get angry at him. "RIKI! you can't do that, imagine if that was me..." you pouted. "oh, yeah? i should've done worse then." "RIKI!" "OKAY! SORRY, enough of riki now, okay? i am baby, not riki..."
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I bought a roll of chicken netting to fence off my vegetable gardenâwhich I haven't planted yet because it's been raining every single day for like two months and I didn't want my young tomato plants to rot, but the weather is finally improving. I'll plant my garden next week, and I wanted to trim the grass around it and clear the area of weeds, but then I remembered I have animals that can do this job.
So I opened the pasture in front of the (future) garden. Currently it looks like a long pile of dirt, because that's what it is (well, compost + llama manure + dirt)âbut look how long it is! I'm feeling ambitious this year and I have quintupled the length of my initial hĂŒgelkultur mound.
You might be surprised to learn that Pirlouit was the first animal who noticed the opening in the fence and got out. It's not actually surprising because Pirou has a fresh grass-darâbut Pampe was very much surprised & vexed.
Everyone looked really happy to have access to this new little area!
Initially I thought I would be able to continue preparing the garden while they were eating, but I quickly realised I was too paranoid for that. I mean, it's Pampe vs. a small temporary fence meant for chickens. Enough said. I didn't dare to turn my back on her even for a minute, so I ended up just sitting in the grass next to them with a book, which was really nice.
Pampe decided to lie down in the grass to eat more comfortably, something Pirlouit still deeply disapproves of.
Poldine however thinks it's a brilliant idea.
Update: all my llamas are now horizontal, eating like three Roman emperors. Only Pirlouit continues to mind his table manners.
Of course this peacefulness couldn't last, and after stuffing herself with new grass for half an hour, Pampe remembered there was also a new fence to think about.
She decided to lie down again 5 centimetres away from it, so she could inspect it and strategise while maintaining a demeanour of relaxed innocence.
I was not relaxed.
You are exhausting.
At 7:30pm I started feeling torn, because I don't like to miss apĂ©ritif time butâcould I run to the kitchen to get a glass of apĂ©ritif and some biscuits and run back before Pampe had time to do anything? (The kitchen is 15 metres away.) (I feel like this detail doesn't change anything and if I inserted a poll here everyone would massively vote "Pampe will have time to escape")
But you would be wrong!! When I returned from my quick and suspenseful dash to the kitchen, guess who was on the verge of doing something illegal...?
PAMPOLDINE. Bad llama!! She was interested in tasting the flowers on the other side and she was pretty bashful when I shooed her away.
I believe the only reason Pampérigouste didn't escape is because she assumed her daughter was about to, so her family's reputation was maintained, she would get to see me run and curse llamakind and straighten the fence grumpily, and she didn't even have to get up.
Which goes to show that she doesn't escape due to a deep and unquenchable thirst for freedom, but to aggravate me personally.
I settled on my ash wood throne to have apĂ©ritif, comfortably seated in full view of all the animalsâ
âso of course Pampe immediately got up and went to inspect the fence on the other end of this little pen, behind the hazel tree that was blocking my line of sight, in the one place that I couldn't see from my seat.
I had to get up to see what she was doing (and angrily wave a stick in her direction until she moved away) and when I returned to my tree stump there was a little insect swimming in my wine. Pampe lay down again, pleased with herself.
When it was dinner time and I kindly invited everyone to return to the pasture (Pirlouit & Pampelune complied without fuss), Pampe suddenly lay completely flat in the grass, in what was clearly an attempt to make herself invisible and be forgotten all by herself in this barely-fenced area, kind of like children who dream of being locked in a toy shop overnight.
I haven't taken my eyes off you all evening. Of course I can see you.
I had to poke her with my stick until she deigned to get up and leave (Poldine followed), but all in all it was a very successful little outing. I might do this regularly throughout the summer to keep the grass trimmed in this area, although the difficulty level will be greatly increased when I have to patrol the fence and protect my vegetables at the same time.
I'll add that when I went out later in the evening to close the chicken coop, Poldine & Pampelune were far away, grazing together under the plum trees, meanwhile Pirlouit and Pampe were still queueing in front of the part of the fence that was previously open. Both waiting for me to let them access this heavenly garden again (but with different motivations)
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My Own Soulâs Warning
Summary : You, an immortal being, falls in love with the very mortal Bucky Barnes. You would do anything for him, even if it meant you had to strike a deal with Death herself.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : Violence, death, trauma, mentions of sex (not graphic), cursing. Rio Vidal makes an appearance. Angst with a happy ending. Fluff!!!!
Word count : 6.3k
Note : This fic was inspired by Agatha and Rio, though this has a much happier ending. Reader is the Spirit of Suffering, an immortal entity who shows herself to people in extreme physical and emotional suffering to help ease the pain. The title is inspired by the Killers song of the same name. The fic started in the 1940s and ends after FATWS. Enjoy!
The sequel to this story is out now!
Bucky x Spirit of Suffering!reader masterlist
The first time Bucky saw you, it was 1942. He was in the trenches, under the dim moonlight of Germany.
He was supposed to be Sergeant James Barnes, fighting to defend his country. But then? He was only selfishly fighting for his own life.Â
The air was thick with the stench of mud, sweat, and blood. The world around him felt like a prison of haze and darknessâ machine guns firing in the distance, the rumble of explosions shaking the ground underneath him.Â
He knew it only took one mistake, one slip up, and this is how he would die.
He was tired beyond anything heâd ever felt before, his body crumbling after days without sleep. His body ached from wounds he hadnât couldnât treatâ the infirmary was crowded, too crowded to even see the âsmallâ gushing cut on his forearm that didnât feel so small right now.Â
But he could take the physical pain. It was the gnawing fear that was the hardest to bear, creeping over him, curling around his ribs like a rope, tightening until it hurt to breathe.
Then, through the smoke and shadows, he saw you.Â
You were just a figure at first, standing a few yards away. You were cloaked in the same darkness that had swallowed up his world. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed that you didnât quite belong.
You were almost radiant, the flickering light from the fire catching on something otherworldly in your gaze. Bullets flew past you, going through your being as if you were only made of smoke.
You were watching him, silent and still. Your expression was carefully neutral, a warmth in your eyes that cut through the cold surrounding him.
He blinked, half-believing you were just a figment of his exhaustion.
When he opened his eyes again, you were still there, a steady presence in the middle of the chaos. Bucky felt a strange sense of peace swallow him, like the world had gone silent in the space between his heartbeat and your gaze.Â
You didnât say a word, but you didnât need to. Just being there, in a place where everything was twisted and brutal and so fucking wrong, you felt like a sliver of peace in this nightmare that was wartime.Â
Something deep in his gut told him that he wasnât meant to understand who, or rather what, you were. And yet, he felt safer at the mere presence of you. Before he could reach out to test if you were real, you were goneâ slipping away into the dark like a ghost.
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The next time he saw you was when he was half-dead, bleeding out in the snow after the fall from the train. The pain was more than unbearable, raw and sharp and insufferable. His nerves burned, radiating from every shattered bone, every freezing inch of his numb skin.Â
His vision blurred, the sky above flickering in and out of view as his mind faded in and out of consciousness. He wondered if this was going to be his death, a slow and dramatic fade to black he only ever saw in the movies Steve dragged him to.
Then he saw you again, standing in the snow.
The sight of you jolted him back to consciousness, just enough to cling to the edge of the living world. This time, there was no mistaking the look on your faceâ a look of concern.Â
For a moment, he thought you must be an angel coming to collect him.Â
You must be.Â
There you were, silently watching him with that same expression of warmth heâd seen in the trenches.
He struggled to sit up to get a better look at you, every little movement sent pain shooting through him. Finally, he slumped back to the snow in defeat, breathing hard.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â His voice was hoarse, nearly swallowed up by the howling wind.
The cold, harsh winter wasnât a place for someone who looked as fragile as you, he thought.
You carefully took a step closer, as if unwilling to disturb him. There was a slight curve to your lips, something that could have been a smile but wasnât quite, as you looked down at him. âIâm looking out for someone.â
He swallowed a strange lump in his throat, the sharp tang of fear and curiosity contrasting the cold bite of the freezing air. âWho?â His voice cracked, barely audible.
âYou,â you said, your voice as quiet as a prayer.
It was such a simple answer, but it hit him like a wave. In the midst of all the pain, he suddenly felt relief.Â
The hurt eased, the cold stung a little less.
He didnât know if you were a dream, a ghost, or something beyond his understanding. But at that moment, he didnât care. All that mattered was that you were there, that you had come for him. That he wasnât alone.Â
As his vision started to fade again and the darkness crept back, he realised you didn't leave any footprints in the snow.Â
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Bucky didnât know why you kept showing up.Â
Over the years, he felt your presence like his own shadow, drifting through the Hydra bases, the laboratories, the dark corners of the cell they kept him in between missions. The world around him was cold and sterile, a cage of steel where hope had no place, no right to exist.
Still, he saw you, quiet and watchful, a silhouette in the dim light.Â
He would catch glimpses of you while the scientists strapped him to machines, the hum of needles piercing his flesh. You were there, watching over him, as they shocked cold electricity through his veins. Each time, his eyes would land on you, and youâd watch him from the far corner of the room, with that same calm, steady gaze.
Everytime his eyes locked on yours, the pain eased, even if only a little.
It became easier to take the torture.
It became easier to find rest.
Over time, Hydra erased his memories.Â
Soon, he forgot his life. He forgot the people who used to love him, who grieved for him when he was lost.Â
But he had never forgotten you.Â
Maybe it was the first sign that you werenât quite human.
One night, after a particularly brutal round of reprogramming, he saw you again, this time closer than ever before.Â
You stood by his bedside, where he lay in the dark, barely clinging to sanity. He blinked, pain searing in his throat. He tried to reach for you, fingers trembling, and felt nothing.
âWhere did you come from?â he whispered, his voice rough and broken, as he felt that comfort once again.Â
The comfort he only had with you.
A soft smile touched your lips, something gentle and knowing. You were a light in the darkness of his fractured mind. âFar, far away from here.â
He closed his eyes, trying to etch your face to his memory, certain that if he did, he could take some small fragment of comfort back into the waking nightmare that was his brutal reality.
You knew, by the way his life was going, that you were going to see Bucky more and more.
It was the nature of your job, to look out for people like him.
After the next couple of visits, he started talking to you more and moreâ whenever he was left alone with his thoughts, whenever the pain or the hollow emptiness crept too close, he would search for you.Â
And youâd be there, listening to the murmured secrets heâd never told another soul.Â
He told himself you werenât real, that he was just losing his grip on sanity, conjuring a kind face to stave off the horror. But that didnât stop him from craving your presence.
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Years later, heâd managed to break free of Hydraâs grip. He had carved out a life hiding in the far reaches of the world when he saw you again, as if youâd followed him through every corner of hell heâd tried to escape.
Romania was quiet, the kind of place where he could keep to himself. He had a run down studio apartment where the days blurred by and the silence was almost peaceful.Â
Yet in that solitude, you appeared again, lingering in the shadow of an alleyway, or standing just beyond his view on quiet, empty streets. Heâd catch your gaze through crowds when he was most alone, and heâd feel an overwhelming sense of calm, an unexplainable rush he could only have with you.Â
It was on one of those quiet evenings, when he was washing dishes, that he saw you again, watching him from across the room. He stared, wiping his hands absently on the dish towel, still unsure if he was simply dreaming.
He called out in that soft voice of his, almost a whisper.
âThank you for being here.â It was a simple admission, but it was true.
You tilted your head, that familiar gentleness in your eyes. âAlways.â He replied.
The suffering he had recently was differentâ it wasnt physical as it usually was. It was an isolated sense of longing that broke the deepest parts of his heart, one that he couldn't quite heal himself.
Your warm and steady voice anchored him to the present. For the first time, he didnât try to tell himself that you were a figment of his imagination. For just a moment, he let himself believe that you were standing there, real and alive, not just an invention of his lonely mind.Â
And even as you disappeared, slipping away into the shadows, the feeling of your presence lingered, filling the emptiness around him.
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The last rays of Wakandaâs sun slipped over the treetops, bathing everything in a warm, honeyed light that somehow reached even into the white-walled lab where Bucky was preparing himself for a long, cold sleep.Â
He looked around, his gaze fixing on the distant horizon, the soft sounds of Shuri and the lab assistants moving in the background.Â
He could feel his heart pounding. He was terrified, the horror clawing into him, even though he knew that this was the right decision. He knew that it was the safest thing for him to doâ to go back in the ice until his trigger words could be removed.
It didn't stop the instinctive dread of being shut away again, though.
And then he saw you, standing behind a desk. He didnât know how youâd gotten there, or if anyone else could even see you.
But there you were, just as youâd been so many times before, giving him a piece of calm he didn't quite understand.
For a long moment, he said nothing. He only looked at you.Â
Somehow, you looked more real in this light, more human than heâd ever seen you before. Still, you had that hint of almost supernatural haze. He took a deep breath, feeling safer by the second, now that you were here.
âWill you be here when I wake up?â he asked, the words coming out like a whispered plea. He didnât expect you to answer, not really.
His heart beat quicker as he waited, hoping you wouldnât vanish as quickly this time.
You just smiled, that same soft, knowing smile youâd given him in the darkest hours of his life.
You nodded, âOnly if you need me.â
The warmth of your words lingered in his mind as he took one last look at you. He felt the tension in his chest loosen, just enough to let him breathe again. He laid down, a feeling of peace settling over him.Â
He closed his eyes, holding the memory of you close, feeling the faint impression of your smile stay with him as he drifted into the dark.
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The next time he saw you, it was in the middle of another waking nightmareâthe battlefield of Wakanda, chaos erupting in every direction as the forces of Thanos closed in. Bucky was fighting on pure instinct, his body moving with an instinct heâd learned in war. He drew on more and more on his Hydra training and sheer luck.Â
After Thanos snapped, he saw you again. You were standing behind Steve, amongst the trees.
For the first time, your expression was not calm. You looked terrified. Your eyes, usually so steady, were wide, your face pale as you looked at him with a horror heâd never seen from you before.
Something inside him understood. He knew, even before the feeling swept over himâa strange tingling, a disintegration at the frayed edges of his bodyâthat he was about to be turned to dust.
He tried to reach out, to touch you, to ask if heâd see you on the other side, but before he could say a word, he felt himself fade, slipping into nothingness, his best friendâs name the last thing he uttered.
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When he returnedâwhen the world pieced itself back together after five long yearsâhe felt the dread of loneliness again.Â
You came, though it felt like you carried a deeper sadness in your gaze than before. It was as if you had⊠missed him.
When Steve left, when Bucky watched his best friend walk away, disappearing into a life theyâd both only dreamed of, he felt the emptiness he had left in his wake.
He stood there, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, feeling a hollow emptiness settle inside him, knowing heâd lost something irreplaceable, something that could never be returned when Steve decided to live a life he always wanted.
Then he saw you again, just a few steps next to him. He almost didnât dare to look, afraid that youâd vanish if he did. When he finally turned, there you were, as calm as youâd always been, watching him with that familiar warmth and understanding.
âYouâre not alone,â you murmured, your voice so gentle it felt like a medicine to the sickness of his soul.
He swallowed hard, nodding as he looked down. He tried to keep his composure, though he failed.Â
He couldnât bring himself to ask you who you truly were, if you truly knew the depth of what heâd lost, if you understood the kind of grief that was now carved so deeply inside him.
And you did. Grief was a human suffering, after all.
You stayed there, silent, a quiet witness to his pain as you offered a supernatural solace.Â
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Over the years that followed, you'd show up when the loneliness clawed too deep, when the nightmares took hold or when the silence of his apartment was too much to bear on his own.Â
He started talking to you more than ever before.
When the silence weighed heavy on him, heâd glance into the shadows, almost expecting you to appear. And, as if by some unspoken agreement, youâd arrive just in time.
Yet, you never came too close. You stayed at a distance, as if you were made of something too fragile for this world. Bucky never minded, though. He had learned early on that pressing you for answers, for explanations, only ended with your departure. So he stopped asking them. He started accepting your presence as a gift he wasnât meant to understand.
You were simplyâŠthere, steady and unchanging, offering comfort and warmth in a way no one else could.Â
Heâd tell you things he wouldnât dare tell anyone elseâconfessions that clawed up from the darkest corners of his mind, memories from the days he wished he could erase. You would listen, without judgement, without a flicker of fear or revulsion. Your presence only ever brought you peace.
In those quiet, lonely moments, he came to rely on you, to look for you in the shadows. You were a silent companion in his darkest hours. And though he never stopped wondering who you truly were, he let himself believe, if only a little, that he had someone, that you were real enough to him.
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One night, after a long silence had fallen between you, he confessed something.
âYou know,â he said, his voice thick with sorrow and exhaustion, âI donât⊠I donât think youâre real.â He tried to smile, but it was faint. It was hollow. âI think to youâre just⊠my mind is playing tricks on me. I think I needed someone so badly that I made you up.â
He was laying himself bare. Raw. Vulnerable.
He was almost afraid to look at you, afraid that if he did, you would disappear, proving his confession true. Then, he forced himself to meet your eyes, searching for any sign of reaction.
You didnât flinch, didnât deny it.Â
You only looked back at him with that same soft understanding.
âYouâre justâŠâ he murmured, trailing off. âYouâre the most beautiful person I could imagine, someone I must have conjured to⊠to keep me from losing my mind.â He laughed bitterly, rubbing a hand over his face, not quite meeting your gaze. âBecause no one like you would actually be here. Would actually want to be with someone as broken as me.â
He waited, his heart beating harshly. Part of him hoping youâd break the illusion, that youâd tell him he was wrong, that you were real.Â
Faint sadness flickered in your eyes. âSuffering has never broken you before,â you said, âIt will not break you now.âÂ
You didnât confirm his fears, but you didnât deny them either.Â
That quiet, ambiguous acceptance soothed him more than any promise could have.
He let the questions go, even though they lingered in the back of his mind.Â
He came to understand that perhaps it didnât matter if you were real or not. He only needed you.
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It was the dead of night, and Bucky was trembling.
He had woken up in cold sweat, the remnants of his nightmare gripping him like icy chains. He sat up, pressing his hands to his face, trying to push away the memories that refused to fade, the fractured images of a past that haunted him even in sleep. He swallowed, his voice rough, almost a whisper, as he murmured into the dark.
âWhere are you?â he rasped, his voice thick with desperation. âPlease, come back.â His heart pounded, his words barely a breath as he called for you, âCome back to me.â
He let his head fall into his hands, feeling so fucking foolish.Â
He should've known.
He shouldâve known that after all this time, he was still calling for a ghost, for a figment of his imagination, for someone heâd conjured out of pure, pathetic loneliness.Â
As his breathing slowed, he felt something shift in the quiet corners of his room. A familiar warmth settled over him, gentle and comforting. He raised his head, and there you were, standing just a few feet away.
For a long moment, he simply stared, disbelief and wonder filling his stare. You looked more solid than heâd ever seen you before, as if reality had woven itself around you.
Light no longer passed through you. Your footsteps made thudding sounds on the ground. You tripped over a couple of the steps, as if learning how to walk with legs for the first time.
You moved closer towards him.
Seeing him so shaken, so desperately calling for you, had drawn you out in a way that felt irreversible. His cry was a pull too strong to resist.Â
Gently, you reached out, your fingertips brushing his cheeks, tracing the faint stubble along his jaw, the warmth of his skin grounding you in this physical form.Â
It was wrong for an immortal entity as ancient as you to take human formâ you felt weaker, and your grasp on the unknown faltered. You knew, when you inevitably had to return to your ethereal form, that you would be exhausted. That it would hurt.
But after nearly a century of watching over James Buchanan Barnes, you had to know what his skin felt like.
His breath hitched at your touch. Slowly, his hands rose, trembling, to cover yours, pressing your palms to his face as if he was afraid you might disappear.
He blinked, eyes wide, searching your face. âYouâre⊠real,â he breathed, his voice barely a whisper, an astonished relief flooding his eyes. âI can feel you.â
You nodded, letting your hands cradle his face, your thumbs softly brushing over his cheekbones. For a while, you stayed like that, letting his mind settle on the reality of you.Â
âWho⊠who are you?â His voice was filled with awe. His gaze locked onto yours, desperate for answers.
You took a steady breathâ and it felt off, like you had to learn it.Â
You had never needed to breathe before. But now, you needed it as much as you needed him.Â
You knew that him knowing what you were wouldnât hurt anyone.
âI am the Spirit of Suffering,â you said quietly, your voice as soft as the night around you. âI ease the pain of those who suffer, showing myself to those who need me most. For eons, Iâve been drawn to pain, to sorrow. But⊠Iâve never been drawn to someone like you.â
His brow furrowed, confusion mingling with a sense of awe as he processed your words. He searched your face, as if trying to reconcile the warmth of your touch with the truth.
âYouâve been watching over me?â he murmured, struggling to fully grasp the revelation.Â
You nodded, the truth spinning between you like a fragile thread. âYes,â you admitted, your voice gentle, almost a whisper. âEvery time you were in pain, it was my job to be there. The natural forces would not let me stop what happened to you, James, but I could keep you company, share the weight of your sorrow.â
He closed his eyes, his hands still covering yours. His grip on you tightened, trying to anchor himself to this moment. âSo all those times I thought I was imagining youâŠâ
âYou werenât,â you said softly, your gaze unwavering.Â
He took a shaky breath.
You sat on the bed next to him, feeling the softness of bedsheets for the first time in your eternal existence.
âIâve never met anyone like you, James.â Your hand drifted down to cover his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath your palm. âIn all the lifetimes Iâve witnessed, through all the suffering Iâve felt, Iâve seen people become monsters, lose themselves to pain and suffering. But you⊠you never let it consume you. No matter how much they took from you, no matter how much you suffered, thereâs still kindness in you.â You smiled, a flicker of admiration in your gaze. âYou were the first person to show me that suffering doesnât have to destroy.â
Buckyâs throat tightened. He reached up, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
His touch was fleeting, as if he still couldnât believe you were real. He searched your face, seeing the depth of who you truly were. He saw your boundless compassion, the centuries, maybe millenia, of understanding that lingered in your gaze.Â
You had been more than a dream, more than a figment of his imagination.
âThank you,â he whispered, his voice filled with a sincere gratitude, âfor helping.âÂ
As you looked at him, you realised just how much he needed you. And perhaps just how much you needed him.
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Every night that he called for you, youâd be there for him, sacrificing your eternal strength just for a moment.
Just before the dawnâs first light, youâd pull away from Buckyâs life and disappear, dissolving back into the unknown.
You always lingered as long as you could, your human heart aching at the thought of leaving him alone again. But still, you slipped away, returning to your role as the silent companion of suffering, never able to stay beyond a few hours.
But Bucky kept calling for you.
Sometimes heâd wake from a nightmare, his voice rough with sleep and fear, calling you like a prayer, like you were the only thing anchoring him to this world. Sometimes heâd simply whisper into the dark, reaching out with an open hand, searching for your touch.
And each time, you answered. Despite the strain it placed on you, the unnatural weight of becoming flesh and blood for him, you would come back. You took on human form again and again, letting him feel the warmth of your hands. You told yourself that you could bear it, that his comfort was worth any mortal pain that your immortal spirit had to carry.
One night, in a moment of weakness, as you sat together on the edge of his bed, he looked at you with an intensity that made you feel as if your duties had disappeared.Â
The silence stretched, and you could see what his eyes carried. The tenderness, the gratitude, the fierce need for you. He lifted a hand, gently brushing his fingers along your cheek. The softness of his touch reverberated through your flesh and blood. You were suddenly made aware that you had a beating heart as it was pounding against your fragile ribcage.
Before you could process the feeling, he leaned in and kissed you.
It was gentle, soft as a whisper, but it set something inside you alight, a sensation youâd never known before.Â
You had seen humanityâs love from a distance, had watched the joy and heartbreak it could bring, but this⊠this was something beyond mere understanding. His lips were warm and real against yours, the taste of him grounding you in this fleeting human form in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
For a moment, you were frozen, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips, the rhythm steady, grounding. And then, almost instinctively, you kissed him back. You leaned into him, feeling the depth of his sorrow and his hope in that single, shared breath.Â
Every inch of you felt alive, pulled into his gravity, the intensity of this moment overwhelming every human sense you didn't think youâd ever experience.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. âIâve waited so long to feel this,â he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. âTo feel you like this.â
You felt a swell of emotion like a lightning strikeâ something so unfamiliar and impossible to ignore. You were a spirit who had known only of pain and how to relieve it, who had wandered the world in search of suffering to ease, yet thisâthis was something else entirely. This was desire, loveâall foreign feelings that made you want to stay, to linger in his arms a little longer.
But dawn was coming, as it always did. Despite the ache in your chest, you knew you had to go. The world was waiting; and others needed you, too.Â
With one last touch, your fingers brushing along his cheek, memorising the feeling of his skin.
You slipped away, dissolving back into the unseen, feeling his absence as if it were a physical wound.
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It became a brutal cycle.
Every morning you would go, and every other night, when he called, you returned. Each time, the kiss lingered in your memory, the softness of his lips, the rush of your pulse, the racing of a heart that should not be yours to feel. It left you longing, yearning, pulling you back to him over and over, until every time you left felt like you were tearing yourself apart.
And though you slipped away at dawn, leaving Bucky alone with the shadows, you knew that a part of you stayed, lingering there beside him, just waiting for night to fall again so you could return to him.
One night, Bucky reached for you. His touch was gentle and filled with a hunger that was new to you.Â
Tonight, he had a human desire for you that you had only observed in passing. His fingers entwined with yours, rough and warm, pulling you closer with a care that sent a strange warmth rushing through you. You sensed a gravity between you, one that seemed to draw every part of your physical form into his orbit, a sensation you never could have understood in your ethereal form.
As he guided you towards his bed, his gaze stayed on yours, searching and vulnerable, as though asking for permission. You felt a flicker of understanding in his silence, a human fragility and need that made your heartâthis temporary, fragile, human heartâbeat a little faster.Â
You nodded.
When he leaned in to kiss you, the sensation was breathtaking, as it always was.Â
That night, he showed you the depths of human pleasure, the way mortal love could break open walls so high so intensely that the shockwave that came after felt endless. Every caress of his hands, every whisper against your skin, seared into you like a brand.
Bucky gave you something new, grounding you in sensations you didnât know were possible. In his arms, your physical senses were overwhelmed by the beauty and ache of human desire.
With each touch, each shared breath, he showed you parts of himself he had never shown anyone in a long, long time.
And as he moved with you, every boundary between the known and unknown seemed to dissolve, leaving only the two of you, bound in a shared, silent understanding that felt more ethereal than anything youâve ever encountered.
When it was over, he held you close, his fingers tracing soft, slow patterns across your skin.
âI love you,â he murmured, his voice filled with wonderâ it was the truth. His eyes met yours, laying his heart bare for you to do whatever you pleased with it. To cherish or to break, he really didnât care, as long as you were the one holding onto it. âI donât know how itâs possible, but I do.â
In those words, you finally understood humanityâs deepest, truest sufferingâthe need to love and be loved.
For eons, you had only known suffering, solitude. The burden of easing pain without truly being seen, without knowing love in its purest form. But with Bucky, it was different.
âI love you too, James,â you whispered. It was a confession, as much a promise as it was a revelation. And you meant it. You felt a love that was boundless, stretching far beyond what this temporary human form of yours could contain.
Days passed, and each night, he would pull you close, his touch tender, his words gentle. His love was a constant that anchored you in this fragile, borrowed form. But each morning, as the first light crept over the horizon, you would pull yourself away, fading back into the shadows.Â
Every time you left, you saw the ache in his eyes, a silent plea that grew more desperate with each parting.
â
One night, after holding you in silence, you felt Bucky suffered more than he ever did before.
You felt the sorrow, and even you couldn't calm him down from this desperate longing that had fragmented his heart into a million piecesâ it was knowledge that you couldnât truly be his and that he couldnât truly be yours that had caused this pain. It was knowing that, as long as you were immortal, you couldnât possibly belong to a mortal man.
âPlease stay,â he whispered, his hands shaking as they held you. âDonât go. I canât⊠I canât keep saying goodbye. I donât want to only see you in fragments of stolen time.â He squeezed you. His eyes were filled with a raw, desperate longing. âI want you hereâ with me. Always.â
You reached out, placing a hand on his cheek. You wanted to say yes, to let yourself stay, to finally surrender to this love and the peace it offered. But you knew better than anyone of your nature. You were bound to the suffering of others, woven into the fabric of pain that had defined you for a long, long time.
âI canât,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, the words breaking as you forced them out. âI want to, more than anything. But I⊠Iâm not meant to stay. There are others who need me.â
A flash of pain crossed his face, and he closed his eyes, trying to swallow the heartache that threatened to bury him. He nodded, though you could see struggle that lingered in the lines on his face.
âJust stay a little longer tonight,â he murmured, his voice tight, a bittersweet smile forming on his lips.
And so you held him a little longer, feeling the fragility of this human connection, the knowing that you would have to let him go. You stayed with him until the stars faded from the sky, until the dawn began to creep over the horizon. And as you finally pulled away, slipping back into the shadows, you felt a piece of yourself break, a piece that would always belong to him, no matter how far you wandered.
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One day, as Buckyâs heart prepared to stop beating, you stood by him, devastated.
You were there as a phantom, feeling his soul slip through your fingers as he lay on the concrete after a mission gone wrong. He was unconscious, his life hanging by a thread as he fought to come back from the edge. In all the centuries of comforting humanity, you had never felt such fear, such desperation.Â
While you watched him, fragile and fading away, you felt something shatter deep within you.
His breath was shallowâ his fate uncertain. He would only have minutes to live.Â
But you couldnât lose him.Â
So you made a choice that you had once thought impossible.Â
With a heavy heart, you turned and sought out the one being who held the power to intervene: Rio Vidal, Death herself.
Death came to you quietly when you summoned her to the darkness neither of you occupied. She moved with an eternal calm, her presence as vast and ancient as the stars. She looked at you, her dark eyes filled with the weight of ages that rivalled your own. Her stare was neither evil nor kind.Â
You knew that she'd already understood why you called for her.Â
âDonât take him,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âNot now.â You were pathetic, desperation rising in franticallyâ a desperation that followed you into your ethereal form, an ache that you hadnât known could exist in your immortal heart. âFor the first time, Iâve found someone⊠someone I love. I canât lose him.â
Rio regarded you quietly, her expression unreadable. She had seen countless souls come and go. She had met lovers, warriors, and spirits alike, each bargaining for one more breath, one more chance. But she had also never seen you â Suffering herselfâ here, pleading for a life. You, who had roamed the earth for centuries without attachment, a solitary being who moved through suffering like water, soothing but never bound.Â
To see you now, so deeply connected, intrigued her.
Perhaps, she gave you a chance because she once felt this way, too.
âWhat would you give?â she asked softly, sheathing back her blade.
The answer rose in you, going again your own soulâs warning.Â
âIâd give my immortality,â you replied without a second thought. âOne day, you can take my soul, too. Just let me live beside him for as long as he has. Let me trade eternity for a single lifetime with him.â
Rio was silent for a long time, her gaze thoughtful, searching.Â
âDo you understand what youâre offering?â she asked, her voice a blend of curiosity and pity. âTo become mortal is to surrender everything you have knownâthe ability to exist beyond pain and beyond time itself. You would feel suffering as they do, you would face the limitations of flesh as they do.â
"Iâm sure.â you nodded with nothing but conviction, âI would rather face an end, rather give up everything, than live without him for a single moment."
Rio studied you one last time, her stare as vast as the void between stars. Then, slowly, she inclined her head, a flicker of respect in her eyes.Â
"When he is gone, I will come for you, too." Her voice softened just a little. "Cherish this life. It is not easily won."
When she vanished, you felt the world shift around you, felt your soul ground itself in ways it never had before. Your body solidified, your senses sharpened, and you felt, for the first time, the steady permanent rhythm of a heartbeat pulsing within your chest.Â
You were no longer the Spirit of Suffering, bound to pain and sorrow. You, now permanently, were flesh and bloodâ human in every sense.Â
And for the first time in forever, you felt realâ mortal, permanently.
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Bucky was recovering, weak but alive.
When you knocked on his door, he opened it, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw you standing there, no longer a fleeting vision that appeared in his room.
You walked all the way here, your barefoot aching from the harshness of the concrete.
You were solid, as real as he was, standing on his doorstep with tears in your eyes.
He had never seen you cry before. He wasn't even sure if you could.
"You're⊠youâre here," he whispered, reaching out as if to touch you, to be certain that you were truly there. His fingers brushed your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin, and his hand lingered there, his thumb tracing along your cheekbone as if committing this moment to memory. âYou feel different,â he murmured, awe in his voice.Â
âIâm here to stay,â you said, voice brimming with love you could barely contain, your own hand lifting to cover his.Â
He let out a shaky breath, and his eyes searched yours, filling with a warmth and disbelief so deep that it mirrored your own. He pulled you into his arms, holding you as though afraid you might vanish again.
But you didnât.Â
You were here, bathed in sunlight, and real.
You melted into his embrace, feeling the thrumming of his veins against yours, knowing that, finally, your heart would beat alongside his for as long as time allowed.
-endÂ
Read the sequel to this story: Symptom of Life
I would love to explore this further! Maybe Bucky helps you find a name, maybe even pulls some strings to give you a fake birth certificate and ID. Maybe he realises that time is fleeting and has a courthouse wedding with you ASAP.
Maybe Bucky introduces you to Sam as his wife, and he realises that heâs seen you before, when Riley got shot out of the sky.
Maybe Bucky introduces you to the Thunderbolts* as his wife, and they all would have seen you before, at some point in their life:
Yelena would have seen you when she stood over Natâs memorial.
Alexei would have seen you when he got separated from his girls for the first time.
John wouldâve seen you when he killed that flag smasher with Capâs shield, grieving Lemar.
Ava would have seen you when she was a kid, phasing out in and out uncontrollably in extreme pain.
Antonia wouldâve seen you when the bomb blew on her face.
Or maybe I could explore more of how it affects you. How you now have human guilt to live with, knowing thereâs no one out there anymore easing human suffering. Now, you also have to deal with your own human suffering.
Maybe people keep recognising you, keep pointing you out as if theyâve seen a ghost because you once came to them in a time of need.
Maybe you keep your powers? Maybe I should explore how those powers would manifest in a human body?
Anyway, let me know if youâre interested in any of these ideas and I might write them!
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Stuck in The Middle
Summary: After being cramped in a hot car between your coworkers Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, you learn a very personal detail about their lives, their sex lives to be in fact!
Pairing: Geto Suguru x FAB!Reader x Gojo Satoru
Word Count: 3,031
Warning: Masturbation, threesome, oral sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, Getoâs bangs đ„”
A/N: Someone, totally not me. *bombastic side eye at me reflection* Has been reading/looking at tons of SatoSugu artwork. Again totally not me! This was not my brain worm working against me. . .yeah. . .it was. . .đȘ±
âSatoru, please, you're on my last nerve.â
âOh, why? Because I'm breathing? So sorry, I need to breathe, your highness!â
âNo, it's because you keep rolling the window up and down! It's hot, and you're letting all the cold air out!â
âOkay, so you tell me how to preoccupy my time? My phone is dead, we're stuck in traffic, and I'm starving!â Satoru turned to glare at his best friend. âIf someone hadn't nearly thrown up after swallowing that curse, we could be back at the hotel!â
âI will sicâ one of my curses on you while we're inside the car if you keep testing me!â
âP-Please don't.â
Both Satoru and Suguru seized up, looking down at you. You had been so damn quiet they forgot you were there. You were smashed between the two of them, struggling to breathe. You didn't want to be here. You wanted to go on your own mission. But Yaga had insisted your curse technique for talismans and veils was ideal for this mission.
And your boss wasn't wrong! The three of you kicked major ass, got the job done within a day, and would be staying the night in Chiba before heading back to Tokyo in the morning. That was if you made it to the hotel without Satoru and Suguru killing each other.
Since you left Tokyo, the two best friends have been fighting and arguing. Like they were both on edge, you thought that maybe it was your presence intruding on their space. But they were both civil with you; to each other, it was a different story. They bickered like an old married couple. That was fine at first, but now that they talked about fighting each other? The two strongest sorcerers you knew, yeah, you wouldnât let that happen.
You sighed in relief as they pulled away, giving you space to breathe. âOh, Y/N, sorry you're so quiet I almost forgot you were here.â Satoru placed his forearm on your head, leaning in closer to Suguru. âDon't worry about me; I can take Suguru.â Suguru sighed loud enough for the both of you to hear.
âShe doesn't want us to fight.â
âWell, not everybody gets what they want.â The words come out like silk as you jerk your head to the side. âHey!â You don't even have a chance to admire the pout on Satoru as your head collides with Suguruâs shoulder.
âS-Sorry.â This is the only word you can begin to muster as Suguru glances down at you. He gives you a soft, gentle smile, bangs shifting as he shakes his head. A gesture to let you know that you were okay. His eyes slowly open to glare daggers at the other man.
Satoru sighs, rolling his eyes as he turns his attention back out the window. His leg bounces up and down so fast it's vibrating the chair. At least he isn't rolling the window up and down anymore. Maybe the peace would last through traffic. Maybe God would grant you that singular gift.
But God was cruel because the peaceful silence lasted all but thirty minutes. Enough time to get you through the nerve-wracking traffic just as the assistant supervisor pulled up to your hotel. They were the first to get out, rushing to grab Gojoâs luggage from the back. You wanted to join them! To help, but alas, you were still pinned between the two taller men. They were still glaring daggers at the other, waiting to see which would back down first.
There was far too much testosterone in the air for your liking. So you wiggled your way past them, reaching for the door handle. If you had to crawl over their laps to escape to freedom, so be it. A sacrifice you were willing to make! Just as you were getting ready to crawl over Suguruâs lap, Satoru moved.
You let out a little oof as Satoru pressed his whole body against you. You inadvertently fell over onto Suguruâs lap. The dark-haired manâs hands shot up, his thighs tensing at you suddenly collapsing onto him. Before you had a chance to get off or move, you gasped, cheeks flush as Satoru pressed his hips against your ass, poking Suguru in the cheek very aggressively with his pointer finger.
âDoes somebody have an upset tummy after swallowing that curse?â The mocking tone of Satoruâs voice nearly makes Suguru grow inaudible. However, it was loud and clear from where you were! Seeing that your face was pressed firmly against his thighs.
Suguru's hand reached up, grabbing Satoru by the front of his jacket, yanking him closer to his face. Which had him pressing his crotch harder against your ass; it felt good. One of your hands flies up to stifle the moan that threatens to escape your mouth as Satoru tries pulling away from his very grumpy best friend.
âDo you have a death wish, Satoru?!â
âNo, but I still have your underwear from last week.â
âYeah, well, I still have your virginity!â
âMmmph.â You whine, and your hand doesnât muffle the noise this time.
Both Satoru and Suguru freeze. Their eyes slowly drift towards your body. One hand is gripping Getoâs pants while the other covers your mouth. Your ass is perfectly propped up, right against Satoru. Neither of them can deny how hot you look sprawled out in front of them like this. They exchange a look with each other, while at the same time, you feel Gojoâs cock throb against your ass while Getoâs twitches against your cheek.
Their eyes practically burn holes through your skin, muscles twitching like predators about to pounce. You needed to move fast! Grabbing the handle to the door, you throw it open, crawling over Suguru, hitting the hard pavement with a thump that makes your ears ring. Two large hands grab your jacket, trying to hoist you off the ground and back into the car. Luckily, youâre able to shimmy out of it before youâre caught. You scramble to your feet, bolting for the hotel, ignoring the shouts behind you.
When youâre secure in your room, you plop onto the ground, gasping for air as you stare at the multicolored carpet in shock. Suguru and Satoru were fucking!? Oh God, why did they send you on this mission? It was bad enough having to be stuck between the two of them all day. Now you know details about their very personal and very intimate lives, what the hell were they going to do to you!?
âStupid Y/N! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!â You scolded yourself as you scrubbed your hands over your face. âStupid body! Is it too much to ask for a not so reactive body!?â You screamed to the heavens, pushing yourself off the ground as you began pacing, biting your thumb as your eyes darted to the wall separating you and Gojo's room. âI-Iâll just act like I never heard it! Yeah, I donât know who happened to Take the Gojo Satoruâs virginity.â
It was Geto, his one and only best friend, Geto Suguru.
Your mind kept stating that fact all evening. While you took a shower, ordered room service, and as you currently laid in bed. Scowling at the ceiling in frustration, you're tossed and turned. You were trying to think of anything else other than Satoru and Suguru.
Like how nice and comfy your bed was! How would Satoru look pushed into it? The moon was beautiful! Satoru and Suguru would look pretty fucking in the moonlight. Was the heater on? No, it was just you, wanting to be in the middle, to taste and feel each other, their bodies flush against you, like earlier in the car, only with less clothes on.
âStop it!â you shouted, getting out of bed. âYou can't fantasize about your coworkers like this! They said it by accident. Not on purpose!â
Deciding that sleep wasn't an option, you walked towards the bathroom to grab a glass of water. âS-Suguru~â A whiny moan behind the wall had you freezing in your tracks. âAhh~ s-Sugu~!â you turned your head slowly, eyeing the wall.
âSatoru~â
God hated you. It was apparent that you were being punished for some unknown sin. You pressed your thighs together, staring at the wall for a long moment. Listening to the soft grunts and groans from the two men on the other side of the wall. The bed creaked, enticing you to step closer, to listen to their moans. Your body moved, inching closer to the wall. But before you could you froze. No, this was wrong! You shouldn't be eavesdropping! You should leave as this had nothing to do with you! Before you could turn to go, a sharp inhale caught your attention.
âS-She was so pretty~â Satoru cried out, âah! I w-wanna touch her.â
âYeah~ she's so pretty. I would love to have her and you at the same time.â A breathless whine. âOooh, you twitched, Satoru. You like that idea~.â
You liked that idea.
Forgetting all morals, you strode forward, slowly dropping to your knees and pressing your ear against the wall. âY-Yeah~ like it~â The bed creaked fast, squeaking under the weight of whatever the duo was doing.
âSheâd look pretty stuffed between us~ stuck in the middle.â
You felt your pussy twitch, a silent plea for you to relieve the burning heat building inside you. âFuck.â A tiny whine sounded in the back of your throat as you slid your hand inside your shorts, rubbing your clit. You imagined being stuck between them. The smell of musk, clean linen, and earthy wood. Put them together, and god imagining their scent lingering on your skin could almost make you cum. âHaaah~â you cry out a little too loud, but you're losing yourself in the fantasy that you don't even notice the creaking of the bed has stopped. âFuck~â
âI wanna kiss her~â Satoru groans out.
âI wanna kiss her too, on that pretty clit.â Suguru added.
âYes ~ yeah, I-I want that too.â Your fingers pressed harder against yourself.
âI wanna fuck her while she sucks you off. Same position as when we were in the car.â
âYeah~ sheâd look so pretty choking on me while you fuck her.â
God, they were so lewd! It had you crying out softly, legs shaking as you whimpered loudly.âFuck!â You cried out, rubbing your swollen clit faster, mouth dropping open at your quickened pace. âOooh fuck.â Touching yourself is just what you needed. Your fingers were inches from sliding inside, your tight heat. Soon, youâd feel sweet relief.
Knock, Knock, knock.
Three quick taps hit the wall right where your ear was. Hurriedly, you pull away, staring at the wall in shock. A chuckle sounds from the other side of the wall before you hear footsteps heading across the floor, their door creaking open before the same quick knocks sound from your door. Ooooh fuck.
With shaky legs, you stand, heading to the door, slowly opening it. You inhaled sharply as a large hand pressed against it, forcing it open more. Suguru slowly leaned down, his face flushed, his hair a complete mess, and his lips swollen. His sudden closeness had you stepping further into your room.
His eyes took in your own flushed face, darting your legs that you clenched. âSo Y/N,â he stepped inside your room, gently grabbing your chin, âyou gonna keep playing with yourself? Or do you wanna pick up where we left off in the car?â You failed to find the words, stuttering and stumbling over your traitorous tongue. Suguru smiled gently, tilting his head to the side, waiting patiently for your answer.
Going next door to join them was insane, right? Yes. Were you going to do it? Fucking absolutely.
âY-Yeahâ-I wanna pick up where we left off.â
âGood girl.â Ever so slowly, Suguru brought your fingers to his mouth. His eyes trailed over them, still wet with your slick. âCome on.â He opened his mouth, kissed swollen lips wrapping around your fingers, sucking on them sinfully.
âHoly shit!â You cursed as he swirled his tongue around them.
When he could no longer taste your sweet, tangy essence, he pulled off with a pop. His tongue lolled out, swiping at the corner of his mouth. âWe don't want to keep Satoru waiting.â
Everything was a blur, shutting your door and entering their Satoruâs room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back as he slowly grinnedâa smug grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âAwe~ you actually came.â Satoru patted the side of the bed, his erection straining against his boxers. âCome sit, sit, noisy girl.â
You plopped down next to Satoru, swallowing as the two men looked over you. âSatoru, she told me she wasn't to pick up where we left off.â The white-haired man perked up, blue eyes glancing at you as he turned.
âYou do?â
âYes.â There wasn't a second of hesitation as you nodded. âYes, I do!â
âOkay, well, in that case.â Sitting on his knees, Satoru whistled happily as he pulled you up onto your knees with him. âGet into position.â He turned your body so your back was turned towards him.
For a split second, you were face to face with Suguru, sitting at the head of the bed. He winked at you before you were pushed down to present your ass to Satoru from behind. A tiny gasp sounded from your throat as Suguru squeezed at the bulge in his sweats that you were face to face with. A small wet spot formed where his tip was leaking pre-cum against the gray fabric.
âAre you sure you're okay with this?â Thick, long fingers played with the elastic of your pajama shorts.
âMhmm, I'm positive.â
With a final approval of consent, cold air hit your bare ass as your shorts were yanked down. Hissing at the sudden chill, you focused on Suguruâs hand. It was squeezing the bulge harder; the faintest groans rumbled in his chest. Your hands trailed over his thighs, his muscles twitching as you grabbed his waistband.
âCan I give you a hand?â
Suguru shook his head. âNo, you may not.â His words stung, a pout forming on your lips. âYou may, however, use your mouth.â You beamed up at him, tugging his pants down, freeing his massive erection that bobbed in the air.
âOooh, it's so pretty.â Gently grabbing his shaft, you stroked it. âThank you, Suguru.â
While you took Suguruâs cock in your mouth Satoru slapped your ass from behind, spreading your cheeks, looking at your dripping cunt with a needy groan. âFuck, she's soaked. Did you get off on hearing us dry-humping Y/N?â You gave a little âmhm!â around Suguruâs cock. âOooh, what a little perv,â Satoru growled, smacking your ass harder.
âNo, she's a good girl.â Sweet sighs left Suguruâs mouth as you peeked up at him. âSuch a good girl, look at you sucking my cock~ so good.â One of his hands gently pressed your head, urging you to take more of him, while the other rested behind his head. âFuck, Satoru, her mouth feels so good.â
You were taking more of Suguruâs cock into your throat when you felt Satoru rubbing the head of his cock over your entrance. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned, the tip of his cock back and forth over your slick folds. He hummed, locking his bottom lip with a smirk. âYeah, down here feels good too~ she's so wet.â Hot, velvety skin slid up. âSo wet I might slip inside.â Your eyes widened as his tip pressed past your tight entrance. âOops~â
âY/N~ did Satoru slip inside like he said he would?â You moaned in response, deep-throating Suguru as far as you could, gagging over his length. âFuuck~ you like it? Being stuffed like this~? Your mouth and your pussy are being put to good use.â your eyes water as he gagged more, Suguru pushing you down to his base. Your nose brushing against trimmed black pubes.
âNnngh fuck, she's twitching like crazy. She likes it~ no, she loves this~!â Suddenly, you were filled to the brim as Satoru slammed into you, gritting his teeth.
Body twitching, you shut your eyes tight, focusing on breathing as best as possible through your nose. But fuck, it was hard to concentrate as Satoruâs hips began rutting against you at a slow and steady pace. Your moans and gags muffled together as Suguru gently thrusts his hips up into your mouth, a whine.
Both men looked at you for a long moment, watching drool running out of the corners of your mouth and how you began rocking back against Satoruâs clock, begging for more. Their eyes locked, gleaming with a mixture of lust and pure, unfiltered need before Suguru leaned over, kissing Satoru.
His sudden movement had his cock pushing further down your throat. You gagged, pulling back to breathe. âAh! Ah, fuck!â you cried out, grabbing Suguruâs cock in your hand and stroking him as Satoru began thrusting harder. His grunts slipped into Suguruâs mouth as their tongues melded together. You glanced up, watching as Suguru cupped Satoruâs face in both hands, deepening the kiss as his hips thrust into your hand.
Satoru looked like he was struggling to keep up, hips bucking madly against your ass while his tongue moved against Suguruâs in a way that you knew he liked. There was no fumbling around, just two insanely hot guys making out with you in the middle. Breaking the kiss, you watched Suguru gasp for air, his hair even more messy before he grabbed you by the hair, spanking your head up.
âEnjoying the show?â You whined as you nodded; Satoru was now hitting your g-spot head-on. âOoh, you getting close?â
âYeah, s-sheângh fuck!â Skin slapped against the skin as Satoru leans forward, trailing kisses up your spine. âShe's so tight, so fucking tight, she's gonna cum, gonna cum and milk me~! Fuck!â
You jerked your hand faster over Suguruâs spit-slicked cock. Your eyes glaze over as Satoru whimpers over your skin. The sight of the two of you slowly unraveling has Suguru tilting his head back with a snarl. The two of you made the cutest whines and whimpers as the overwhelming tension of a building orgasm twisted in both your cores. He wasn't going to last, not at all.
âFuck, I'm gonna cum.â Suguru yelled, body doubling over, his hand gripping your hair. âO-Open wide~â
âS-SuguâSuguru!â Satoru watched as his best friend jerked himself madly over your tongue before he shoved his cock into your mouth. âY-Yeah, fill her mouth, give her that cum.â
Suguru does precisely that; you moan as his cum fills your mouth, thick and salty with just a hint of sweetness to it. He doesn't stop; Suguru just keeps thrusting, moaning, and grunting as he pushes all his cum into your mouth, only stopping when he feels you swallowing around his softening cock. When he looks up from the top of your head, he sees Satoruâs face scrunch up. Eyebrows knitted together as his hips jerk madly against your ass.
âOh fuck me~ fuck me I'm cumminâ haa ha fuck!â As ropes of cum paint your insides, Suguru quickly reaches down, rubbing your clit as you pull off his twitching cock.
âC-cumming!â Your hoarse voice called out, your hands gripping Suguruâs shirt to steady yourself. âS-SatoruâSuguâc-cummââ
âAaahh fuck!â Satoru grunts out, head falling against your shoulder as you scream, squirting all over him.
He keeps fucking into you, working you both through the waves of your orgasms, pushing you both to the border of oversensitivity. It isn't until you are both trembling that Suguru pulls his hand back, chuckling weakly as his two spent lovers collapse on the bed. He's half tempted to get up, to grab a warm towel to clean all of you off, but he doesn't.
Not when Satoru gently presses his middle and index finger against your chin, turning your head toward him. âYouâre so fuckinâ beautiful.â He leans forward, kissing you softly. You return his kiss, moaning against his lips as he repositions your bodies. You sprawled out under him as he stayed slotted between your legs.
Satoru only breaks the kiss when he feels Suguru climb behind him. He doesn't get to ask what heâs doing because Suguru pushes his head down, encouraging him to kiss you more. Satoru keeps kissing you, eyes going wide as he feels the wet tip of Suguruâs cock pressing against his stretched and lubed hole.
âThatâs it, keep kissing Y/N Satoru~ it's my turn to enjoy the show~!â
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Summary: Chris matt and nick get a new videographer, she is funny, smart and pretty, basically everything Chris could ever want in a girl. Chris finds it impossible to not fall for herâŠ
Warnings: smut, blowjob, getting caught, cursing
Wc: 1014
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âguys i dont want a new videographer, memo was the best and i dont think anyone could do what he didâ chris says as he sits up from the couch
Nick rolls his eyes at chrisâ comment. âchris you're gonna have to get over it because our new one is here in 15 minutes whether you like it or not.â
âmaybe you will like him!â matt says trying to brighten the mood, but chris just scoffs and looks away
âmatt what, you know its a girl right?â nick says looking at matt with a shocked expression
âreally? Well thats good for a change of scenery i guess!â matt replies as he shrugs his shoulders
âthis is dumb, i think i would rather stop filming content then get a new videographerâ
âokay that is so dramatic get over yourself sheâs here in probably 10 minutes now so put on a smile and dont be a bitchâ nick snaps back
10 minutes later you arrive at their front door and hesitantly ring their door bell.
ding dong
âchris, how about you go and get the door because you're being such a whiny little babyâ nick
ânick i swear toâŠokay ill do it.â chris sighs loudly as he walks downstairs towards their front door
Chris opens the door slowly to see the most gorgeous girl he has ever seen, the only thing hes thinking is all the things they can do together, but hes quickly taken out of his trance when y/n speaks up.
âhi im y/n! You must be⊠nick?â you say presumptuously
âh-hi yeah um nick.. I MEAN chris, yes, chrisâ ânice to meet you, y/nâ
You chuckle âwell lovley to meet you chris, would you like to take me upstairs to meet the other boys?â
âuhh YES of course i think they would love thatâ chris speaks up as he takes you upstairs to meet his brothers.
Chris is too stunned to speak properly, nick and matt meet you and they think you are great.
âsorry guys but it was kind of a long drive, would it be okay if i got some water please?â
âyeah no problem ill sort you out and give you a little tour of the placeâ matt replies walking in the direction of their fridge
âsee chris, she doesnt seem bad at all, if anything she seems-â
âlike my dream girl, yeah, i know, i dont know what to doâ chris blurts out, feeling like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders from the confession.
âum so not what i was going to say but yeah okay! Your gonna have to hold all that in because i don't want you to fuck anything up and make it awkwardâ âoh god chris why are you sweating, you're gross go changeâ he says backing away from chris disgustedly
âi dont think that can happen nick but yeah ill get changed..â chris replies, aware of his sweaty clothes
Chris is opening his door with his top only half on
âshit! Oh hi sorry you gave me a shock.. How did you-â chris says as he slightly jumps back from his door frame
âmatt said this was your room, i was just coming up to check it out, but that can wait for another timeâ y/n says apologetically âsorry I came up, that was dumb..â
âno it wasnt..â chris says reassuringly, slightly cutting her off
Your both standing there staring at eachother not knowing what to do, chris takes a slow step forward, you do the same, you continue looking at eachother until you hesitate.
âno, it was dumb, sorry, i will see you downstairs chrisâ y/n says quietly as she quickly walks away from chris
chris is left standing there wondering if he did anything wrong, guilt clouds his mind but he decides to make his way back upstairs all dressed.
âoh wow how nice of you to finally join us chris!â nick says whilst sarcastically clapping his hands
You are standing near the couch looking at him standing from the top of the stairs
âguys i need to go to the store to get some stomach medicine I'll be backâ matt says grabbing his car keys
âmatt are you kidding? Can your sore little stomach just wait?â
âno nick, it can't actually wait, that's why i am leaving nowâ
âgod you are annoying, but i know you dont like driving alone so i will comeâŠâ
âarent you just a cutie!!â matt says jokingly and walks towards the door
âshut the fuck up or i am not coming, dont make it a big deal lets goâ
Chris clears his throat âuhh so will me and y/n just like stay hereâ he speaks up
You both glance at eachother
âoh um yeah about that-â nick says quietly, only so matt can hear
âyes? Whatâs wrong with that? Whatever i am leaving nowâ matt
Nick stares at chris giving him a death stare as he leaves
The door shuts
Youre both sitting there awkwardly waiting for one of you to speak up
Chris breaks the silence âuh y/n⊠i am kinda sorry about before, i didnt mean to make things awkwardâ
âno, dont be sorry, i just didnt want your brothers to come up and see that.. But now they are gone.. So"
Chris swallows nervously as he looks at you with lust in his eyes
10 minutes later
All that can be heard from the living room is groaning and whimpering âmmph chris who knew in the first 30 minutes of knowing you i would be swallowing your dickâ you say finally taking a breath
âyoure good, a bit too goodâ chris says moaning âhow many other guys have you done this toâ
âwell lets just say-â
Before you could answer you both here keys screwing into the front door, and faint talking from familiar voices
It opens
You are both staring at each other stuck on what to do as they hear footsteps coming up the stairs
âOKAY WHAT THE FUCK IT HAS BEEN 10 MINUTES CHRISâ nick says covering his eyes dramatically
divider credits @bernardsbendystraws
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Matching flames
Percy Jackson x Soulmate!Reader
-ÂŁ Ask: Percy x reader who's his soul mate and he only finds out when she almost dies (could be trying to save him or just because life as a demigod is hard) @poemfreak306
-ÂŁ words: 2k
-ÂŁ Warnings: Reader being injured, soulmate au, blood & cuts, reader almost dying, angsty, comfort at the end, cursing?? (You can also imagine any Percy you want in this)
Could you count all the stars in the sky?
It was almost peaceful looking up at the stars, mind going blank and your body numb. they looked so beautiful and you realize youâve never quite looked closely at them. burning rocks floating in space that somehow was the cause of so many poems and love stories. if only you had noticed it sooner.
Blood leaked out of your side and the hand you placed over it started to give up trying to put pressure on the wound. The monster who chased you for miles had finally got to you after being so close to camp, to being safe and sound, when itâs claws finally got ahold of you. Its sharp nails dragged into your skin ripping your clothes and stained them with the blood immediately pouring out. thankfully you had one stroke of luck when your dagger pierced its heart and it was quick to fall.
Not much time has passed since then, however it was enough time for you to loss too much blood.
Had the stars always been that pretty? Just a thought as your eyes blur and the only thing left to feel was the thoughts in your head. The sweet smile of your moral parentâs smile, how it felt to laugh with friends and how some part of you still felt on fire. The shore of the campâs lake appeared in your mind, and sand beneath your feet as you look at someoneâs figure. The smile on their face was so familiarâŠMaybe it was death being nice to you.
you tried to keep your eyes open but they were just too heavy. maybe you could just rest for a few minutes. there was a sense of warmth that took over your body once more as your eyes fade closed.
âHeâs coming, not long little one.â
the campfire wasnât his focus at the moment but he found himself staring into it as his thoughts ran wild. he had just back to camp but this year was so much different. there was so much on his mind that he just couldnât focus on one thing. about his mother, his father and how he still couldnât believe he was a Demi god. even after a long time it just wasnât normal to him.
then a hiss leaves his lips as he clings to his side in pain. it was stinging and felt on fire. he knew how being wounded felt like all to well but nothing happened, he was just sitting. then his finger felt funny like pins and needles stabbed him all at once. from his left annabeth looks at him worried and looking of his confused face.
âWhatâs wrong?â But the boy just stared at himself as the pain faded away but his hand became numb and weird. He spun it around a few times to look over it, checking for anything causing it but found nothing. not even a bug.
it was your smile that popped in his head. the warm shoulder he always laid on, he could hear the laugh you had ringing in his ears. why? his name was called from your soft lips but it wasnât like normal, he saw your lips with blood from the corner. reaching out to him like he was your only hope.
âY/n.â He stood up immediately at the image in his head. looking around for you in the crowd of campers he didnât find you with your siblings or around your friends. annebeth looked at him worried and stood up with him, âwhat is it?â
he knew those trees. heâs seen then a million times. percy knew the grass, but this was different from actually knowing where you were. something was tugging his body and he didnât need ask where you were. he knew.
his feet moved on their own and he practically ran where they took him and only thought of you. Annebeth stayed behind and told Mr.d that something might be wrong. Percy felt off and not the normal kind he always did. his body felt weaker like it was losing its life. his chest felt off and his heart filled with sorrow.
so when he found you laying in a pool of your own blood he was quick to fall next to you. ây/nâ he called out. he checked for a pulse but couldnât do it right so he leaned next to your nose and listened for your breathing and thankfully he felt some. his heart was pounding when he saw the cuts on your body making his mind wonder to what could have done it. the camp was just a few feet away and you could have been safe.
âDonât die,â he begged and places his arm under your head, âthis isnât how itâs supposed to be.â his words didnât make sense to him when he spoke. how was it supposed to be? what was he talking about.
the new light in the sky made him look up to a shooting star shoot cross the sky. it was truly beautiful. something around his finger pulled again and he felt the small feeling of string so when he looked down it was red and tied around him. following the line he found it connected to you. The string of fate.
his string was tied to yours. you were his soulmate.
âno, noâ he wrapped another arm under your legs and left you up slightly. he was staring at your face with tears pooling themselves in his eyes. for the first time he was finally seeing you as what you were. his. but how could the gods be so cruel to take you way from him. Percy wouldnât let that happen. heâd fight hades himself for you back.
âjust stay with me.â there he was carrying you passed the camp line to get you to the infirmary. even in the near death you looked stunning as you away did. he was just to stupid to see it before. ïżŒ
when they took you away from him he was quiet and stood outside the door and refused to leave. percy even refused to leave the room at first but was yelled at and pushed out, so he had no choice but to leave your side. how could he just stay outside when he could lose the one person that was supposedly to stay with him, to love him, and who was supposed to be with him always? how could he just sit still when he was going to lose it all?
his friends came to sit with him and offered him some kind words and reassurance ïżŒbut not much helped. he just sat down on a chair with his legs bouncing and hands fiddling with themselves as all he could think is about you. about the cuts on your skin and all the blood.
luckily they had gotten you somewhat healed, making you stable and fine. just had to wait for your body to heal.
âPercy,â annabeth poked his shoulder as he stared at the floor. they had left and he could go in now but he didnât notice. âyou can go in now.â Percy turn quickly to her and then at the door wide open now. so he sprinted up and inside to find you laying on the bed peacefully sleeping. annabeth didnât follow him in because he needed a moment alone. sheâd let him have his moment
Percy sat beside your bed the whole time you slept. heâd fed you. heâd brushed your hair out of your face and watched you closely as if someone was out to get you. his hand was always ready to pull out riptide in case but nothing dangerous ever came. his hand stayed in yours while he whispered for you to wake up and how much he was sorry.
âShould have realized it before,â he whispered as he leaned near you. âgosh, Iâm such a idiot.â he sighed to himself and ran his eyes over you.
His hands rubbed your own, âJust wake up and Iâll make up for it. For all the time we lost, just let me love you.â His lips pressed to your head as you continued to sleep unknowing to his words but your body healing by having him close.
two days of not getting much sleep himself youâd waken up. his head resting next to your leg as he sat in a chair with his hand on yours, his hair messy. you didnât remember coming to the infirmary or how you got here. and not percy holding your hand. but you couldnât let go off it because it was to comfortable like it was made to fit in yours.
when you moved your body since it felt so stiff from probably not moving in days youâd accidentally woke him up. you felt bad as he shot up quickly and looked around panicked with his hand going to his side, probably reaching for riptide. once his eyes found yours it made your heart sink into your lower stomach. under his eyes were black circles and his eyes looked so painful that it broke you, like heâd been crying. he was paler then normal.
A sad smile broke onto his face, he was relieved to see you awake. He let out a small chuckle as his eyes almost filled with tears when he jumped forward you take your head into his chest as a small hug. âWelcome back,â you froze at his hug but let him have his moment. of course you smiled and wrapped your arms around him too. It was nice.
âPercy, how long was I outâŠHow did I get here?â Pulling himself back with a red tint in his chest he sat back down.
âI found you outside the barrier. Y/n, I thought you were dead, you were barely breathing.â his voice broke. âbut I got you here and now youâre awake. not dead,â there was that damn smiling again that pained you, like he was convincing his demons something.
humming and nodding your head along you look at your side to see it healed, lifting up your shirt just a little and saw a scar on your skin. it made you frown knowing how big it would be. âIf it means anything, I think youâd look badass.â you put your shirt back down and look at him.
he was trying to make you feel better. âPercy when I was- When I closed my eyes I heard something and my body, well it felt different. Do you know anything about that?â his heart skipped a beat and his eyes slightly going wide.
was it obvious how fluster he was? was his skin as red as a tomato, did he look like a fool? âI have to tell you something.â Percy played with his own hands again and looked away for a second. you swing your legs to the side of the bed to stretch.
âGo ahead.â
You watched him closely and you could see he was working himself up to speak. how his body bounced and twitched, he was turning redder by the second. he was cute. and you yourself found your own cheeks turning hot when you looked at him.
âI saw you at the campfire in my mind. I could feel the pain you felt, or somewhat, like I was dying. my body was pulling me to you and I knew exactly where to find you without having to look.â As he explained you listened carefully and tilted your head to the side.
âthen I saw it. The red string of fate tied to my finger. I saw a shooting star, then I saw your string tied to my. And for the first time I saw you for the first time, as my soulmate.â
âOh.â Damnit. That was bad.
Percy nodded and now started to shut down as he watched you, your brain moving to figure out what to say. he just ruined everything. you wished to not be his soulmate, that was it. he didnât blame you. Percy brought danger whereever he went.
But that wasnât it. you had been thinking something else. everything made sense to you now. why you looked at him when no one else was looking. why he made you feel high in the clouds when he was near. and how he just fit so well in your life without trying. âPercy,â you call out to him again and move closer and scoot to the end of the bed with your feet hitting the floor.
you should have known from his eyes. as they look at you now it just hit you like bricks, how they were so powerful. as you take his cheek in your hands his breath hitches and holds in his chest. âiâm glad youâre my soulmate.â
he pulled you close to him and held you so tight in how arms as you giggled at how happy he seemed. his laugh made your stomach fill with butterflies. âIâll make you happy.â And that you had no doubt about. you pulled back from his grasp and looked at his lips. you needed to kiss him. and Percy knew what you were thinking and wanted the same.
his face moved forward as his kiss captured yours in a soft but passive kiss, his hands moving to wrap themselves around your body as yours wrapped around his neck. it was nice but didnât end short. after all you both waited for a long time to feel the love of a soulmate and you didnât know that you craved it this badly.
The stars never lied when it comes to love. And now you knew that he was the burning fire within you.
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