#sighs you would treat me right. you would not hurt me. not ever.

[theodorenmyth]

I just read 'people you know' and it's so good !!! I was just wondering if you could make an alternate ending (I love the angst but fluff is so cute!!!) with Mattheo and Theo realising what they've done and apologised to y/n but he Makes them work for it until he feels like they're truly sorry, then it works outs. 🙏🙏 Thanks sooo muchhh ♡♡♡

People you know

Pairings : Mattheo R. x GN!Reader x Theodore N.

Summary : Mattheo and Theo work to earn back your trust, proving they’ve changed. Slowly, you let them in again. One night, after carrying you to bed, you ask them to stay. Holding you close, they realize—they’ll never lose you again.

A/N : maybe this one will heal your hearts.... I think

Warnings : Angst, fluffy ending

Word count : 1k+

They didn’t think it would ever come to this.

Mattheo and Theodore had convinced themselves that no matter how much damage had been done, no matter how deep the wounds had cut, you would always find your way back to them. You always had before.

But not this time.

This time, you had replaced them.

At first, they didn’t take it seriously. They saw you hanging around Casper Rosier and Elias Avery and thought it was a temporary thing, that you were just passing time. But then you stopped looking at them. Stopped waiting for them. Stopped acting like they were the center of your world.

And it hurt.

It hurt when Mattheo saw Casper drape an arm around your shoulders.

It hurt when Theo saw Elias steal bits of your food at lunch like it was his right.

It hurt when they saw you at the courtyard under the tree—their tree—with them.

They had no one to blame but themselves.

Pansy had called them out on it first. "You let them go, and now they found people who actually treat them right."

"We didn’t let them go," Theo had muttered, but his voice was weak.

"Yes, you did," she’d said with finality. "And now they’re happy without you."

They should have taken the hint. Should have accepted that they had lost their chance.

But then Mattheo saw you at the Three Broomsticks, sandwiched between Casper and Elias, laughing, and something in him snapped.

The next thing you knew, Mattheo was looming over your table, his hands braced against the wood. "Alright," he said, voice low and sharp. "I think it’s time we talk."

You raised your brows, unimpressed. "Talk? Now you want to talk?"

Theo appeared beside him, looking just as tense. "We should have talked a long time ago," he admitted.

Casper leaned back lazily. "You’ve got some nerve, Riddle."

Mattheo ignored him. "Please," he said, voice tight. "Just five minutes."

You stared at him for a long moment, then sighed. "Fine."

Mattheo and Theo led you outside into the cold, their hearts pounding.

"You hate us," Theo said quietly.

You crossed your arms. "I don’t hate you. I just don’t trust you anymore."

The words stung.

Mattheo exhaled sharply. "We were assholes," he admitted. "We fucked up. We got caught up in our own shit and didn’t see what we were doing to you until it was too late."

You studied him carefully. "Why are you telling me this now?"

Theo ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. "Because seeing you happy without us fucking killed us." His voice cracked slightly. "Because we miss you, and we know we don’t deserve you back, but we’re selfish enough to want to try anyway."

You felt something in your chest tighten, but you weren’t going to let them off that easily.

"You don’t get to just say sorry and have everything go back to normal," you said. "You hurt me. You made me feel like I didn’t matter. If you want me back, you have to prove that I do."

Mattheo and Theo looked at each other before nodding firmly.

"We’ll do whatever it takes," Mattheo said. "Just… don’t shut us out completely."

You hesitated, then gave a small nod. "You can start by earning my time back."

And with that, you walked away, leaving them standing in the cold.

But this time, they weren’t going to let you slip away again.

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They weren’t expecting you to forgive them easily.

Honestly, Mattheo and Theo would have preferred if you had just screamed at them, cursed them out, anything but what you actually did—make them earn you back.

And oh, did you make them work for it.

It started small. They weren’t allowed to sit next to you in the Great Hall, but you let them hover nearby. You wouldn’t wait for them after class, but you didn’t speed up when they walked beside you. You let them talk, let them try, but you made no promises.

And yet, that small sliver of hope was enough for them.

They did everything.

Mattheo would leave sweets on your desk before class, casually acting like he had no idea how they got there. Theo would pass you notes, little things like ‘You look nice today.’ or ‘This class is unbearable without you talking to me.’

They remembered things. Things they should have always remembered.

Theo pulled you aside before Potions one day, placing a small, wrapped package in your hands. "I know your hands get cold, and I saw these at Hogsmeade."

Inside were a pair of enchanted gloves, warm as if you were always near a fireplace.

Mattheo, as dramatic as ever, threw his scarf around you when he saw you shivering. "Can’t have you freezing to death. I refuse to grieve fashionably."

And slowly, you started letting them back in.

You allowed Theo to sit across from you in the library instead of a table away. You let Mattheo walk with you to class without rolling your eyes. You started responding to their little notes with snarky comments, making them grin like idiots.

The real shift happened one night in the common room.

You had fallen asleep on the couch, your book slipping from your fingers. Theo and Mattheo had been sitting nearby, both watching you with quiet longing.

Theo was the first to move. Carefully, cautiously, he reached over and brushed a strand of hair from your face. "They used to fall asleep on us all the time," he murmured.

Mattheo swallowed. "I miss that."

Theo hesitated, then whispered, "We should bring them to bed."

Mattheo nodded, and before he could second-guess himself, he slipped his arms under you, lifting you as gently as he could. You stirred slightly but didn’t wake, instead curling into his warmth instinctively.

Mattheo’s heart clenched.

Theo followed closely behind, and when they finally tucked you into bed, they both hesitated before stepping away.

And then, still half-asleep, you murmured, "Stay?"

They froze.

Theo swallowed. "Are you sure?"

You sighed sleepily, shifting to make room. "I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t."

They didn’t waste a second.

Theo slid in on one side, his warmth familiar and comforting. Mattheo took the other, draping an arm over you protectively.

For the first time in months, it felt right.

Mattheo exhaled against your hair. "Missed this," he whispered.

Theo pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "Missed you."

You sighed, finally, finally relaxing in their arms. "I missed you too."

And just like that, they knew—this time, they weren’t going to lose you again.

[gothicxreylover]

Yandere Alphabet – Kyojuro Rengoku

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(An Unyielding Flame That Burns Only for You)

Something for you to read while I work on other things

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Kyojuro’s love is warm, comforting, and fiercely protective—but as a yandere, that warmth turns into a suffocating blaze that refuses to let you go. His devotion is unshakable, his obsession all-consuming. He doesn’t see himself as a villain or captor—only as your protector, your guardian, the one who will love you even if it means keeping you locked away.

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense can it get?

Kyojuro is an affectionate man by nature, and with you, his beloved, his love knows no limits. He showers you with adoration—holding you in his arms, pressing lingering kisses to your forehead, running his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet praises in your ear. He will call you his “precious ember,” his “beloved flame,” and his “light in the darkness.”

But his affection is not just about touch—it is about presence. Kyojuro is always near, always watching. He wakes up before you just to admire your sleeping face, to brush stray hairs away and murmur, “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” When you eat, he insists on feeding you himself. When you speak, he listens with unwavering attention, even if it is just a whisper. You are the most important thing in his world, and he makes sure you know it.

However, if you try to push him away, to resist his touch, his smile falters—but only for a second. He does not get angry; he only becomes firmer. You are not allowed to deny his affection. He will simply wrap his arms around you tighter, whispering, “Do not deny me, my love. I will love you whether you wish it or not.”

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Kyojuro does not seek out bloodshed, but if the situation calls for it, he will not hesitate. If a demon even dares to glance your way, they are cut down in an instant, their body reduced to ash before they can so much as breathe in your presence. But it is not just demons he worries about—humans can be just as dangerous.

If another person gets too close to you, touching you, speaking too sweetly in your ear, Kyojuro will step between you with a blinding smile, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. His voice will remain warm, but his words will carry an undeniable warning.

“Ah, forgive me, but my beloved is feeling unwell. I must take them home now.”

If the offender does not take the hint and insists on speaking to you? Well… that’s unfortunate. Kyojuro will deal with them quickly, efficiently, and without a second thought. His blade is fast, and his justice is absolute. No one touches what is his.

And should you witness his violence and tremble in fear? He will only sigh, wiping the blood from his blade before cupping your face with warm, battle-worn hands.

“Do not be frightened, my love. This is merely what must be done to keep you safe.”

C - Cruelty: How do they treat their darling? Would they hurt them?

Kyojuro would never intentionally hurt you. He adores you far too much to bring you physical harm. However, his kindness is suffocating, his love overwhelming.

His cruelty is not in his hands, but in his restraints. He will keep you locked away if he must, always within reach, always under his watchful gaze. If you fight against him, he will simply overpower you, holding you close until your struggles fade.

Even if you scream at him, curse him, cry in his arms—he will never falter. He will stroke your hair, murmuring in that same gentle voice, “I can endure your hatred, my love, so long as it means keeping you safe.”

The cruelest thing about Kyojuro is that he genuinely believes he is doing the right thing. No amount of pleading will convince him otherwise.

D - Delusional: Are they aware of what they’re doing?

Not at all. Kyojuro truly believes that everything he does is in your best interest. He does not see himself as a captor—he sees himself as your protector, your savior. The world is dangerous, full of threats, and he cannot bear the thought of losing you.

If you try to tell him that he is hurting you, that you are unhappy, he will tilt his head in confusion, eyes filled with concern rather than guilt. “Hurting you? My love, no… I am keeping you safe. One day, you will understand.”

E - Escape: How hard would it be to escape from them?

Escape is nearly impossible. Kyojuro is always one step ahead, always watching. Even if you manage to slip away, his instincts are sharp, and he will find you.

And when he does? He won’t be angry—no, his expression will be heartbreakingly sad. He will kneel before you, take your trembling hands in his own, and whisper, “Why must you run from me, my love? Have I not cared for you? Have I not protected you?”

And then, he will carry you home.

This time, there will be no unlocked doors. No windows left ajar. No freedom.

“You must never do that again, my dear. It pains me too much.”

F - Fight: How do they react if their darling fights back?

If you lash out, Kyojuro will not retaliate—he will simply endure. You can hit him, scratch him, scream in his face—but he will never strike back. Instead, he will hold you close, his arms locking you in place, his voice unwaveringly gentle.

“I know you are upset, my love. But that will not change my devotion.”

If your defiance becomes too much, he will simply restrain you more firmly. If you refuse to eat? He will feed you himself. If you refuse to sleep? He will hold you in his lap until exhaustion takes over.

Your resistance means nothing to him. His love is unyielding.

G - Guilt: What would make them feel guilty?

Kyojuro only feels guilt when he sees you truly suffering—when your smiles disappear, when your eyes become hollow. He does not regret keeping you, but he hates seeing you unhappy.

So, he will try to fix it. He will bring you gifts—your favorite foods, the finest silks, books to read while curled up in his arms. He will shower you in praise, tell you how deeply he loves you, how he will spend eternity making you happy.

“Tell me, my love… what must I do to see you smile again?”

But he will never let you go.

H - Hell: What’s the worst thing they would do to their darling?

The worst thing Kyojuro would do is take away your freedom entirely. If you refuse to love him, if you refuse to accept his affections, he will lock you away. You will become his flame in a lantern, his precious ember hidden from the world.

But he will never harm you. He will simply break you down—slowly, patiently, until you have no choice but to love him in return.

I - Isolation: How much do they try to isolate their darling?

Kyojuro does not want to isolate you entirely—after all, he wants you to be happy. However, he also believes that too much exposure to the outside world will only bring you danger.

At first, he allows you to have some freedom—perhaps brief walks under his supervision, conversations with his family (who, of course, believe you are deeply in love with him). But the moment he senses that you might try to run or that someone might take you away, your world becomes smaller.

No more unsupervised outings. No more visitors. No more chances to escape.

But he won’t call it isolation. Instead, he will frame it as protection.

“It is only for a little while, my love. The world is too dangerous. You understand, don’t you?”

And if you try to protest? He will only smile, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Hush now. I will keep you safe.”

J - Jealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

Kyojuro is deeply possessive, though he hides it well behind his usual warmth. He does not mind if others admire you from afar—he expects them to. After all, you are extraordinary. But if anyone dares to get too close?

His grip on his sword tightens. His usually bright eyes become sharp, calculating.

If another man speaks to you for too long, Kyojuro will casually place an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, his grip just a little too tight. His voice remains pleasant, but there is an unshakable warning in his tone.

“Ah, my beloved is so charming! No wonder you wish to speak with them… but I’m afraid they belong to me.”

And if the offender does not take the hint? Well… accidents happen.

Later, he will hold you close, whispering in your ear. “You are mine, my love. No one else may have you.”

K - Kidnapping: How would they go about kidnapping their darling?

Kyojuro would never call it kidnapping. No, he would call it saving you.

At first, he will try to win your heart the normal way. If you love him freely, he has no reason to take you. But if you resist? If you try to leave him?

Then, he has no choice.

It will be swift—one moment, you are walking freely, and the next, strong arms encircle you, lifting you as if you weigh nothing. He will carry you away effortlessly, speaking in that same warm, gentle tone.

“Shhh, my love. You need not struggle. I will take care of you.”

And when you wake up in a locked room, surrounded by the scent of him, you will realize—there is no escape.

L - Love Letters: How do they express their love in writing?

Kyojuro is a poet at heart, and his love letters are intensely passionate. Even if you are locked away, he will leave you carefully written notes, each one filled with devotion.

“My Beloved,

The sun rises and sets, but my love for you remains eternal. No force in this world—not time, not fate, not even your resistance—will ever change what I feel for you. You are my everything, my guiding light. Do not fear, for I will always protect you.

Forever yours,

Kyojuro Rengoku”

Even if you ignore his letters, even if you tear them apart, he will only write more.

M - Mask: Are their yandere tendencies obvious?

Not at first. To the world, Kyojuro is the same warm, passionate warrior he has always been. He still laughs, still protects the innocent, still carries himself with honor.

But those closest to him might begin to notice the change—the way his eyes darken when someone gets too close to you, the way his smile tightens when you try to pull away.

But by the time you realize just how deep his obsession runs… it is already too late.

N - No Escape: How hard is it to escape from them?

Impossible. Kyojuro is a Hashira. He is fast, strong, and incredibly perceptive. He knows your habits, your fears, your weaknesses. Even if you somehow manage to slip away, he will always find you.

And when he does, he will only sigh, lifting you into his arms once more.

“Why must you run, my love? You know I will always find you.”

O - Obsession: How obsessed are they?

Kyojuro’s obsession is all-consuming. You are the single most important thing in his life—more than his duty, more than his own wellbeing. He cannot function without you.

His love burns like fire, searing into every part of his being. Even if you hate him, even if you scream and cry, he will never let go.

“You are my flame, my purpose. Without you, I am nothing.”

P - Punishment: How would they punish their darling?

Kyojuro does not want to punish you. But if you defy him—if you try to escape or refuse to eat—he will have no choice.

He won’t hurt you physically. Instead, he will isolate you even more. No walks. No fresh air. No contact with anyone but him.

And if you refuse to speak to him? He will simply wait, sitting beside you in silence, stroking your hair, whispering soft reassurances.

“No matter how much you resist, my love, I will never abandon you.”

Q - Quiet: How do they react when their darling refuses to speak?

If you fall into silence, Kyojuro will be deeply hurt—but he will not get angry. Instead, he will try to coax you out of it, bringing you gifts, speaking to you in soft tones, waiting.

And if you still refuse? He will pull you into his lap, cradling you close, pressing gentle kisses to your temple.

“You may be silent, but I can still hear your heart beating. It calls for me.”

R - Rage: What makes them angry?

Kyojuro is not easily angered, but if someone tries to take you from him? His flames will burn hotter than ever before.

Whoever dares to steal you away will not live to see another day.

“No one will take you from me. No one.”

S - Stalker: Do they stalk their darling?

He does not need to stalk you—he is always nearby, always watching. You will never be out of his sight for long.

T - Tears: How do they react to their darling crying?

Kyojuro hates seeing you cry, but it does not change his actions. He will hold you close, wipe your tears away, whispering,

“Do not cry, my love. One day, you will understand how deeply I cherish you.”

U - Unwavering:

Nothing can change Kyojuro’s mind. No pleading, no escape, no amount of hatred will make him release you.

His love is eternal.

And you are his forever.

V - Vows: Do they make promises to their darling?

Kyojuro is a man of honor, and his word is absolute. He swears himself to you, just as he once swore himself to justice, to protecting the weak. But this vow? This is even stronger.

“I vow to love you for all eternity.”

“I vow to keep you safe, even from yourself.”

“I vow to be yours, and you will be mine. No force in this world will change that.”

His promises are not mere words. They are unchangeable truths. And once Kyojuro makes a vow—he never breaks it.

W - Weakness: What is something that can bring them to their knees?

You.

Kyojuro is unshakable in battle, fearless in the face of demons, unwavering in his convictions. But you? You are his one weakness. Your tears, your pain, your suffering—it all wounds him more deeply than any blade ever could.

If you ever truly break—if your light fades, if you stop eating, stop speaking—he will panic. He will become softer, more tender, trying everything to bring you back.

“Please, my love… do not fade from me. You are my reason for living.”

He does not realize that he is the one who has broken you.

X - Xoanon: Do they see their darling as a deity?

To Kyojuro, you are more than just a lover. You are his purpose. His reason for breathing. His guiding light.

His devotion is not just love—it is worship.

He admires every part of you, tracing your features with reverence, treating you as though you are the most precious thing in the world.

“You are perfect, my love. Every part of you is a treasure beyond compare.”

He does not see his obsession as unnatural. To him, it is the purest form of love.

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine before taking action?

Kyojuro tries. He really does.

At first, he courts you the right way—warm smiles, deep conversations, small touches that linger longer than they should. He wants you to choose him, to love him willingly.

But if you do not return his feelings? If you show interest in someone else?

Then he snaps.

It does not take him long to act. The moment he feels you slipping away, he takes what is his.

“I have waited long enough, my love. You belong with me—where you will be safe.”

Z - Zenith: Would they ever let their darling go?

No. Never.

Kyojuro’s love has no end. There is no scenario, no possible future where he releases you. Even if you hate him, even if you beg for freedom, he will never let go.

“The sun does not stop rising, and my love for you will never fade.”

Even in death, his devotion remains. If he dies before you, his final words will be a whisper of love—“I will find you again… in the next life.”

Even then, you will never be free.

Conclusion:

There is no escape. There never was. Kyojuro’s love is eternal, and once his fire touches you…

You will never be able to put it out.

[swtt4hk]

Come back to me || Sang-woo X fem!Reader (Oneshot)

author’s note: if you feel uncomfortable with sexual content please don’t read it because this one’s a little smutty…enjoy!

You are sitting on a chair , in the balcony of your apartment. You are thinking about how far you’ve come ever since you moved here , two years ago. So many things have changed. When you came here , you were in a long-term relationship with the love of your life , Cho Sang-woo. You unfortunately had to break up because you were constantly fighting…you didn’t even know what you were fighting about , you were just fighting and fighting and fighting…The break up really affected your life , it made you depressed and even drove you to the point of thinking about killing yourself. Losing the person you thought you’d spent your life with was the worst thing to ever happen to you. But of course , you had to move on. You tried your best to make new friends and meet new people until you met him.

Kai. Kai was a guy your age , who you met via your friend group. He is a really nice guy and showed interest in you from the first time you met. You found him adorable and some weeks after getting to know each other , you got into a relationship with him.

Being in a relationship with Kai was definitely a big step for you. It meant you had to get over your past lovers and focus on Kai…which meant you had to stop thinking about Sang-woo. Which was extremely difficult for you. Sometimes you unconsciously thought about him or even talked about him like he was still in your life…for you , he was still a big part of your life. You always wondered if he feels the same. If he constantly thinks about you and wonders what you’re doing. If you’re still a big part of Sang-woo’s life. You both definitely weren’t happy about breaking up but that’s what had to happen.

Your relationship with Kai was totally different. New feelings , new experiences, everything is new to you. But it still doesn’t feel like when you were with Sang-woo. You can’t lie to yourself, you surely aren’t as much in love as Kai is with you but you’re trying you’re best to treat him right and not do anything that will hurt his feelings. And talking about feelings…Kai is sensitive. You are the type of person to say everything to people’s faces and when you do that to Kai he cries , which was not something Sang-woo would do. Sang-woo actually loved when you did that. He said that it’s better than lie to his face. Sang-woo was also a gentleman. You don’t know if it was because of the age gap or if he was just like this but he was such a gentleman to you…it pisses you off when Kai opens the door and enters first and sometimes even close the door in your face. There are a lot of things pissing you off about Kai but you’re still trying to love him. You can’t be stuck loving a person who isn’t in your life anymore.

All those thoughts fill your head as the sun sets which means it’s almost time to go to bed. You aren’t exactly a night owl , you like sleeping early so it’s easier for you to get up for work. You get up from your chair , all the thoughts leaving your head , and you head to the kitchen to eat some dinner before you head to bed.

TIME SKIP

today is Saturday which means that you don’t have to go to work. You wake up early and get ready to enjoy your Saturday. You usually wake up pretty early because you like watching the sun rise while drinking you morning coffee. It brings you some kind of comforting feeling inside you. You make your regular morning coffee and you sit on the balcony to watch the sun rise. Your phone rings.

“Kai💕”

You let out a long sigh. It pisses you off that he ruined your peace but he’s still your boyfriend and you have to pick up the phone.

“Hello , love? How’s your morning going?”

He says in a cheerful demeanour

“Good morning Kai , it’s going pretty good actually , thank you”

“How about I make it even more better?”

You unconsciously smile to yourself, wondering what he’s about to say

“I’m all ears…”

“Come on , open the door”

You freeze

“The door? My door?”

You can hear his chuckle through the phone

“Yes Y/N your door. Come on , I can’t keep waiting out here for too long! I’m tired of standing up!”

You hang up and rush to the door to open it. There he is. He’s standing in front of you with a bag of your favourite snacks on one hand and a bouquet of flowers on the other. Even though he’s not much of a gentleman he loves giving you gifts. Even if they’re cheap and simple ones.

“Oh my God , Kai , you didn’t have to!”

You take the things on your hands and let him come in

“Oh shush it was my pleasure to get you those gifts…what are you waiting for , open the snacks!”

You chuckle at his impatience and open one of the snacks and start eating them.

You spend the whole day together and then you decide to bake something together but you’re unfortunately missing some of the ingredients so you go to the convenience store near by…whose owner happens to be Sang-woo’s dad…of course you haven’t mentioned that to Kai ,because of how jealous he gets when you mention your ex especially Sang-woo , but you still go there often and you still talk to his dad since you’ve built a nice friendship with him over the years.

You both enter the store and you freeze. It’s him. Behind the register is the man of your dreams. Cho Sang-woo.

“Y/N! Is that the baking powder you asked for?”

You hear the faint voice of Kai’s in the backround. You don’t respond. Words can’t come out of your mouth. You are just staring at each other , all the memories coming back.

Kai approaches you

“Babe , can you please help me? I don’t know which brand is better…”

Sang-woo looks at you with a look of question , still frozen in place with all that’s happened in a matter of seconds. You turn to Kai with a smile and respond.

“Of course , my Kai , let’s go”

You usually don’t call Kai yours or any other nicknames but you responded this way to make Sang-woo jealous. You didn’t know why you wanted to make him jealous , since you’re supposed to have moved on , but you still did it.

Sang-woo was quietly watching you two chatting and laughing while shopping. He could see how in love Kai looked with you and how you smiled at him and hugged him…oh…he realised how much he has missed that smile and the warmth of your embrace…it’s like he can still feel it after two years of being broken up…he misses you so much…he has regretted all the pain he has caused to you and wishes you would come back to him but you seem like you have moved on. It makes his blood boil seeing you being happy with another guy. It was supposed to be him , not Kai.

“Hello sir , we would like those please”

Kai says and places the things on the register. You stand beside him , looking down nervously, avoiding eye contact with Sang-woo. The last thing you need in your life right now is drama which involves Sang-woo in it.

“22,6 ₩”

Sang-woo says coldly. He couldn’t hide with jealousy and frustration and you knew how jealous he is feeling right now. And you know how he acts when he’s jealous. He might seem calm but inside him , he’s screaming.

When you get cashed out , you quickly drag Kai out of the store and go back home to cook to distract yourself from everything that just happened.

Time Skip

days pass and your mind keeps going back to your interaction with Sang-woo. The whole situation makes you nervous. Your ex seeing you with your new boyfriend. It sounds like a soap opera.

Today you have a day off work but ,unfortunately , Kai is working so you have more time to yourself so you decide to go on a relaxing walk to the park. The park wasn’t a random destination you chose to go to for a walk. You used to go there with Sang-woo and just talk about life. It relaxed you both. You knew that Sang-woo still goes there since he used to go there even before you guys got together.

Walking with your headphones on makes you feel relaxed. It’s like an escape from this cruel world we’re living in to you. You keep walking and there he is. He’s sitting on a bench , watching the view of kids running around and playing. You used to do that together. You used to look at the little kids and talking about the family you’d build together after you got married. The feeling of seeing him doing this alone makes you feel sick to the stomach but that’s what fate wanted. Maybe it didn’t want you to be together.

You take a deep breath and keep walking like nothing happened. You’re not supposed to be feeling like this while you’re in a relationship. But you’ve missed Sang-woo so much…the way he touched you , the way he would comfort you , the way he would whisper sweet things to your ear while stretching your pussy. All those things are nothing but a memory now.

“For how long are you gonna be ignoring me?”

You hear a familiar voice behind you…Cho Sang-woo.

You can’t do anything else but turn around. Your eyes go immediately to his. His eyes are sparkling , like he’s holding back tears but is trying to play rough and his hands are in fists , his knuckles white.

“Cho Sang-woo…”

You whisper. You don’t know why but you felt like you had to say his name. You hadn’t said it in so long.

“Y/N L/N…” {L/N = last name!!}

You just look at each other , all the memories coming back once again. You can feel some kind of connection between you , like there’s something unfinished that has to be finished. That’s when you realised. You need Sang-woo in your life. He’s the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. No matter how many pointless arguments you’ve had , most of your memories were happy. But…what about Kai?

Sang-woo could feel it too. He felt the tension in the air and the connection between you. He had never gotten over you and never tried you. He’s been waiting for you. For some reason , he had a feeling that you’d come back in some way. And you did…and now that you’re back , he’s not going to let you go. Ever.

“Sang-woo I—“

Sang-woo cuts you off

“I don’t need to hear any excuses…”

Silence.

“Y/N…”

Sang-woo takes a step closer to you

“I’ve been waiting for you…”

He says softly and places his hand on your cheek , caressing it. And there it is…the butterflies in your stomach…you haven’t felt like this in so long. His touch is so familiar and you immediately melt into his touch , without realising it. A tear rolls down your cheek.

Words are not enough to explain how you both feel to finally be able to touch , feel and see each other again. It all felt familiar yet so new…new feelings that you haven’t felt before…in that moment , you made your decision. You had to break up with Kai , even if it was gonna be a hard process to tell him without making him feel hurt. You slowly pull back from his touch.

“U-um…I have to go somewhere”

You say and quickly leave without saying another word. Sang-woo neither reacted not responded. He knew you were gonna come back.

You go back home as quickly as possible. As soon as you arrive, you can’t help but break into tears. You found Sang-woo again and it made you so happy…he made you so happy. But you had to hurt someone to get back with Sang-woo. Kai. You knew that gonna get hurt but it’s the right decision.

Nearly an hour later , you hear a knock on your door. It’s time. You welcome Kai with a kind and soft smile and you both sit on the couch.

“So what did you wanna talk about?”

Kai asks , clueless about what’s about to come. You take a deep breath before responding.

“I’m breaking up with you”

For some reason , Kai doesn’t react but instead he nods like he knew that this was coming.

“It’s him , isn’t it?”

You freeze

“W-what?”

“You know who I’m talking about…”

you know who he’s talking about. Tears roll down your face and take Kai’s hands into yours.

“I’m so sorry Kai…”

Kai smiles softly

“It’s okay Y/N…I’ll be okay , don’t worry…”

“I-I’m really sorry Kai…I-I didn’t mean to waste your time and—“

“Shhh…it’s all okay…I know…you tried your best…and thank you for spending all this time with me , trying to love me…but you have to go back to him…I know how happy he makes you.”

“H-How did you know…?”

Kai chuckles

“I’ve seen the way your eyes sparkle whenever you mention him and…the way you looked at each other at the store was obvious how in love you are with each other…the fact that I’m ignoring it doesn’t mean I don’t notice it…”

You look down in embarrassment. Of course it’s obvious. It has been obvious all this time that you never got over Sang-woo.

“I’m sorry…”

Kai looks at you with a soft smile on his face even though he’s fighting back tears.

“Go…”

You wipe your tears and you both get up , get out of your house and say one last goodbye to each other.

“Thank you Kai…”

“Thank you Y/N.”

You watch him disappear into the light of the evening sun which is almost set. You calm yourself down and take the courage to finally go to Sang-woo’s house. A new chapter of your life was about to start.

You softly knock at his door and it slowly opens , revealing the familiar figure of Sang-woo. With no hesitation, Sang-woo pull you into the house , shuts the door and kisses you. You both melt into the kiss and you can feel the love and desire in your bodies. Before you know it , clothes are on the floor , your bodies are sweaty while he’s pounding into you like a greedy old man who hasn’t had sex in years.

“You’re taking me so well darling , I bet he didn’t make you feel as good as I do , hm?”

No words can come out of your mouth and you just moan at the pleasure he’s giving you right now. You haven’t felt so good ever since you two broke up.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He says and his pace gets faster and faster , making you come close and closer to cumming.

“Fuck , you’re so tight…”

He groans and then you both moan in sync as you both finally release. After coming down from your high , he lays down next to you , wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck.

“I missed you so much…”

He says softly and places a kiss on your neck , making you smile.

“I missed you too my love…sooo muchh…”

You respond and caress his hair softly as you both slowly drift into sleep.

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THE ENDDD! I’m sorry that it took so long for me to write it but I got kinda lazy halfway 😓 anyway , I apologise if it’s poorly written , ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE and I’m sorry if the smut part was kind of cringe but I’ve never written a smut before lmao😭 WHATEVER , new fics coming soon!

[strwberry-bluntz]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚. XIAO DRABBLE

(fluff, no warnings!)

FEM PRONOUNS

۶ৎXiao was foreign to the feelings that had begun mustering within him. Time and time again he would show up to your infirmary with his body covered in injuries from battle. Being a protector of liyue he knew it was his duty to fufill the purpose rex lapis had given him. While being tough, such battles have always ended up leading him back to being under your care. Though he'd never show it, he enjoyed the treatments you gave him and the conversations you guys would have. How had he become so vulnerable to a human?

The yaksha sighed sitting down under a tall tree shading the sun from his view. He looked down at the materials he had gathered while a pink shade dusted his cheeks so lightly. A shaved branch, leaves, and several qingxins were placed infront of him. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Had he gone weak? Letting such a strongly built guard down for a pathetic human. Are the archons cursing him for his sins?

Xiao couldnt repay you enough for the times you had tended to his wounds. He felt as if he was in an everlasting dept until you stop treating him. The peace he felt with you was unlike anything he'd ever felt. He was constantly on edge. however when he was with you his mind was at bay. It always felt as if you two were the only people in the world, and truthfully he wished it were that way. The adeptus finished his craft and felt the bubbly feeling rising in his chest.

Once again making his way to your infirmary his heart began racing. How dare he feel such weak emotions like love and graditude. Internally xiao was a mess while he maintained his stoic expression on the outside. Just walking to your room was making the adeptus palms sweaty. He prayed to the archons that you would accept his gift and reciprocate his feelings. He'd be willing to drop everything if it meant being with you forever. Weather it took him being hurt a million times to end up back in your infirmary he was determined. Such a selfish feeling.

He lets out a small sigh before lightly knocking on the infirmary door.

"come in" your soft voice was heard from the other side.

Xiao opened the door and was greeted with you sitting at your desk. A soft smile was held on your face. He felt like he could melt right then and there.

"Xiao!" she exclaimed rising from her chair to wrap her arms around the adeptus.

"Are you hurt? what have you gotten yourself into today. I know you are busy but you still need to take care of yourself!"

You were so precious to him, he could only smile at your words.

"Here" He says handing you a beautifully carved hair pin decorated with qingxins and leaves. A pink shade dusted xiaos cheeks as he hands it to you. His palms began to sweat again as he waited for your reaction. Hes never been this on edge before, not even while hes fighting for liyues protection, or when hes being cursed by the gods for his sins.

"Its stunning" She manages to spit out taken by surpise at the sudden gift.

"I love it" She says placing it in her hair. Her eyes twinkled at the gift and xiao could feel his heart skipping a beat.

"I just wanted to show you how greatful i am for your care." He spoke averting eye contact.

"And i think ive grown more fond of you than i should be... I cant help but feel a constant need to repay you or go beyond." He shares feeling slight regret at how vulnerable hes being.

"Xiao...I love you so much you dont even know" she said wrapping her arm around his neck.

Xiao feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist fulling engulfing you.

"You're so precious to me, thank you for accepting my gift." He spoke

"Thank you for giving me something" She giggled as they both leaned in and closed the gap between them.

۶ৎ

hii ik its been like soooo long. i hope u guys like this small drabble its def not my best but its been in my drafts forever and i just want to finish it so i can hopefully write other stuff :3 i have sm lil ideas i just lose motivation so fast n get writers block lawl. also probably gna change my whole layout cus idk im bored of this one but hopefully ill upload more <333

[gimme-that-felix-content]

Hi! Here's a pre-"Representation" writing doodle, basically. I just wrote this really quickly last night on my phone and finished today

Just some self indulgent Felix and Kagami hurt/comfort ^^, no romance, I didn't really edit this it's just something easy for fun. If I made mistakes, no i didn't<3

(903 words)

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Felix sat curled up alongside Kagami, their shoulders pressed against each other as they both watched the sunset from the top of the London Bridge. They had been talking, but Kagami's revelation put a pause to their conversation to let Felix think.

His stomach churned, and his eyes fell off the bright line of the horizon ahead as he nervously bit his lip.

"And you're sure she won't...?" he asked, then sighed when he found himself unable to finish the question.

"Marinette is the kindest person I know," Kagami replied immediately, as if they hadn't been sitting in silence for a good ten minutes now. Her gaze, drifting along the line of the horizon until now, fell on Felix and his focused face. "Even though she can be... a lot..." Her face blushed. It wasn't like her friendship with Marinette had a spotless record. But ever since finding out that Marinette is Ladybug, Kagami had come to understand some things.

Now the silence fell again when Felix found himself emptily staring at the surface of water. Worry twisted his stomach. He absentmindedly touched his right hand, but his ring disappeared whenever he was transformed into Argos. Still, he desperately wanted to hold on to his ring right now, and so he released Duusu, the Kwami falling onto his shoulder with a sigh. His ring was right there, obviously, so there was nothing to be worried about.

"Ladybug and Chat Noir have killed numerous Sentimonsters before," he said finally, with palpable bitterness in his voice. He let out a breath he'd been holding in and wrapped his arms tighter around his knees. "How do I know I can trust them? Me. How do I trust them with knowledge that could hurt me or Adrien? How do I know they won't just try t-" He must've sounded particularly pathetic because Kagami quickly set a hand on his back.

"They never knew what we know. We just have to make her listen," said Kagami. Her other hand reached tentatively for Felix's. She didn't touch his right hand or his ring, thinking that maybe he'd be more comfortable if no one else was touching him. His grip was limp in hers, his hands cold and clammy, and she squeezed in assurance. "I would trust Marinette with my life."

Felix's lips pressed into a straight line. He bowed his head, closing his eyes. Loud inhale, then exhale. He'd watched Ladybug on TV. He'd imagined himself standing in place of those Sentimonsters countless times. Was the way they were treated truly all they were? Play toys for Monarch and a mindless obstacle for Ladybug? No, they were more. They were more than what their maker thought of them, the way he treated them. Just because everyone saw them as monsters didn't mean they really were them...

"It's okay to be scared," Kagami said and hesitantly wrapped her arm around his stiff shoulders. He didn't flinch away or push her away, so she took that as an invitation and hugged him. "It's a lot."

She was nervous too. Starting with revealing to Marinette that she knew about her secret. Ending with the worry that she wouldn't take any of this well.

"At times like this I wish my father had been right and I didn't feel anything," Felix said softly into his knees.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Despite everything he'd been told throughout his life, he had always known the truth. He had always felt every little thing just like any other person. Sometimes too much. Sometimes just the knowledge of what he was felt too heavy, and now he was putting himself out there, revealing his greatest secret, because he knew he needed help. From her.

Kagami stared at him.

"You can't let your father into your head like that," she said firmly. "It's not right."

Felix recoiled slightly.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Kagami shook her head. She sat back, realizing she'd sounded too harsh. "It's just easier to listen to these thoughts because we've heard them many times, but we mustn't."

"...Yeah."

Felix's thoughts drifted to the coming days again. Kagami's idea to ask Ladybug... Marinette, for help defeating Gabriel and by extension Monarch, gave him shivers. He briefly thought he should be the one fighting, but...

His fingers absentmindedly brushed against the surface of his brooch. He thought of Red Moon. The memory squeezed his heart within his chest. He had sworn to himself to never make a Sentimonster out of hatred. But that was all he would ever feel towards Adrien's father. He wouldn't create another person made only to feel those emotions and use them to destroy.

"...Fine," Felix said with a heavy chest. "I agree to your plan."

He finally lifted his head. The evening breeze coming from the river blew right in his face, and it worked like a cold compress against his heated, exhausted mind. Looking left and right, he realized the sun had long dipped beyond the horizon, and the sky was now a calming, dark shade of navy, turning to black.

"We missed the sunset," he said.

Kagami stood up and pulled him up to his feet. He grabbed her with his right hand.

"You'll have a thousand more to enjoy," she said, and he took it like a promise. They would find a way to ask Ladybug for help, and maybe it would all be okay.

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yayy thank you for reading. I completely forgot about Duusu here lmfao sowwy girl I will include you next time if it comes -.-

I also really struggle writing Kagami but whateverrr

[your-sweet-cookies]

In other circumstances, managing to piss off Kimura by denying him having his way with things would've been a nice achievement for the young woman, one from which she'd even manage to derive some satisfaction. But the heavy air settling now between them within the small studio apartment room, prevents Misaki from sketching the slightest victory smirk. A feeling of slight unease tell her that maybe pissing off the loan shark wasn't the best of ideas, not tonight at least, and the sensation solidifies itself with the loud thud of his palm against the dark wood, causing the door to slam shut. There's silence now. One that could remind of that of a grave even, but even with the anger radiating from the pulsating hand planted on the door, only millimeters away from her own head, and the loud echo of the creaking door slamming like that on itself, Misaki doesn't sketch the slightest reaction. No grimace, let alone the smallest of flinches. The young woman just stands there, facing him with her almost ice cold eyes, the intense deep blue of which feels like it could pierce right through the man's intimidating figure.

It almost feels as if someone froze the moment in time with how still they both stand there, tension so thick within the room that you could cut it with a knife. Besides, it's almost impressive how even in such circumstances, with him looking down on her, Misaki can still maintain her proud stance, no readable sign of fear anywhere on her perfect features. But even if she were to be frightened by Kimura's wrath, Misaki still wouldn't give the man the satisfaction of seeing her cower before him. No. The only thing Kimura would ever get out of her is an intense feeling of disappointment, disgust and disdain towards his callous person. "Again, I never asked for you to buy anything for me and I doubt you'd be getting me something anywhere near to a 'gift' just for the sake of it. So I ask of you again: what is it that you really want, Kimura?" The glare, still as sharp as it did moments prior when she propped open that door to kick him out, signals that his actions had no effects on her and Misaki goes as far as to cross her arms at her chest in a defiant pose to signal that she's not intimidate nor impressed by his poor attempt at asserting his dominance over her. "Yes, I do know that. You've made sure to make it known many times before that you spend your evenings indulging in sinful and debauched acts with all sorts of women. So I am fully aware of the fact that I don't mean jackshit to you other than a money bag you can milk dry for cold cash." Misaki rolls her eyes again at him, slightly annoyed now at his comments.

The loan shark's always like this: acting and talking as if he was making her a favor of sorts, while at the same time, treating her with the least amount of care and interest in the world. Kimura only got angry when there were other man showing interest in her, but when she was at his table, catering to his needs, the loan shark never paid Misaki any mind. Or at least that's how the young woman felt, seeing him chatting and laughing with the other hostesses, his hands all over them and his eyes only on their pretty faces and figures as if she didn't exist there too. It was almost insulting towards her... "So why don't you just go there then? Have Sakura, or Mia or one of your other 'sweethearts' put on this dress for you, instead of bothering me, if it's that easy?!" Misaki's on the verge of just lashing her frustrations out at him at this point, being fed up of his nasty attitude.

But right when it looks like she's about to just explode, the young woman closes her eyes and brings one hand to her temple, rubbing it slowly as she heaves a long sigh. "Fine, you win! I'll put on that stupid dress, but afterwards you better get the fuck out of here!" It hurts her pride to just give in like that. But Misaki knows he's not leaving her much of a choice. As much as she hates admitting to it, Kimura is one hell of a stubborn mule, capable of arguing with her for the whole night if it meant he has the slightest chance of having things his way (and even if he wouldn't, he'd still not take 'no' for an answer). So since she values her peace of mind and the night's valuable rest she desperately needs to get in order to make it through tomorrow's university lectures, Misaki decided that choosing the path of least resistance would be the best option she has at this point in terms of reaching a silver lining.

Defeated and annoyed, she grabs the box back from his hand and pushes Kimura's burly body out of her way. "While I did agree to try this on, I do not consent to putting it on with you in the room! So you better stay the fuck here until I come back! Understood?" Misaki hisses at him and makes it clear that she doesn't want him anywhere near herself while naked, as she exits into the adjacent bedroom, closing the door behind herself. At least, she knows he won't try peeping up on her, especially now as she'd made it clear that she does not want his eyes prying up on her in her most vulnerable of states. That... That she can appreciate somewhat about him, even if for the most part she despises his guts to a T.

The dress is actually very beautiful on her body once she finishes putting it on. What a real pity though that she had to be coerced into trying it on... It almost makes her sad that she probably won't be getting the chance of ever enjoying something like this on her own. "It's pretty, but it's probably going to end up in another woman's wardrobe... Knowing him, he's probably just using me as a makeshift mannequin to see how it'd fit on a real woman..." Misaki sighs and it would be a lie to say the thought doesn't make her heart twinge. Eventually she finishes freshening herself up and returns to the main room, stopping before Kimura's figure. "There, I put it on! Now are you happy?" The young woman raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms once more in pure irritation.

@hellsdogs

Sometimes he enjoys the attitude : it adds a little je ne sais quoi that keeps him engaged, a sharp edge to their interactions, a spice that, at times, even turns him on. Other times, though, he’s just tired of it. Still, it makes sense that she’d react this way. Kimura has been nothing but a piece of shit to her. They’ve been circling each other at the club for a while now, him watching over her and the money she makes, while being his usual asshole self, taking the other hostesses home just for fun. So why the hell should she trust him now? Not that Kimura is the kind of man who asks for trust. There might never be trust between them. She does what she has to in order to survive, because he’s ruined her life, and if she ever gets the chance to put a knife in his throat, he fully expects her to take it. The dress comes flying back at him. He catches it with sharp reflexes, irritation flickering across his face. But leaving? No, no, no. That’s not happening.

A scoff escapes his lips when she declares she’d never let him touch her. He’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t thought about it, many, many times. She’s a beautiful woman, and he’s a dog of a man. But, no. What she doesn’t know, what no one knows, is that he’s been where she is. Broke. Unable to afford anything decent. Back when he was younger, he’d dreamt of wearing suits, of dressing sharp enough to be noticed. Now, with dirty yakuza money, he finally can. It’s a small, twisted victory. Still, his pride won’t let him say that out loud. Because admitting it would mean acknowledging that his heart might not be entirely cold, and he’d rather let her believe he’s just another piece of shit. He folds the dress carefully, treating it like the piece of art it is, and places it back in the box while she’s opening the door for him to leave. His head tilts to the side, irritations till. He moves toward it, pressing a hand against the wood, closing it back with quiet finality. His palm stays there, and he’s close now, his gaze bearing down on her. "I know you can’t afford it," he says, his tone steady. "So, I bought it for you, out of the coldness of my heart. Yes." His voice darkens. "You know, iif I wanted to fuck I’d be inside some girl in Shibuya right now. So, I’m good." He holds the box out to her again."I’m not leaving until I see you in that dress."

[brutally-loving]

Oof I'm tired. Before I go back to bed have a half baked thought I conjured up bc it seems nice to the soul idk. Entirely just. Idk.

Thinking about taking back a traumatic day with him. The day was supposed to be beautiful, not scary and painful. So I'm imaging it beautiful with him now, because I can.

Holding hands, walking through the plaza. Picking out bags of truffles together, to try later. Going into the outlets and the stores together, him listening to me giggle about how terrible some of these colors would look on me. Picking out a new matching accessory, maybe rings, maybe earrings. Going to the huge mall, walking across all of it. Seeing that massive arcade and letting the idea of needing to be so responsible go for a minute. Dragging him all around, playing games that we're both curious about. Cheering him on for what he can do, because I think he'd probably be better at arcade games than I am. If not we can suck together though.

Holding hands on the escalator, grinning and dragging him through the mall itself. Going to all the stores, the candle shops and the shoe stores and the clothing and the build-a-bear, we're gonna do it all. And I may not buy too much, but I'd be so fucking happy he could just experience it with me. Showing him things I thought were silly or cute and watching him give me a half smile, because he just thinks I'm silly. Asking him if he wants something and getting it for him because he deserves it so so much.

And then when we finally leave, only because the mall closed, we go out for dinner. We go to a steakhouse and we get some food, we sit in and while I can tell he's getting a little tired of everyone, he's happy that I'm happy. Happy to be there with me. I hold his hand from across the table while I talk and he just nods along, occasionally chiming in. We get a little dessert to share for when we get back to the hotel room, because we're too far from home to drive back and we want to rest.

When we get to the hotel, it all goes smooth. No bumps in the road at all. We check in, and go to our room, and the bed is big and fluffy. I put my stuff down and throw myself onto the bed, and ask him to come over so that I can give him the biggest hug I can possibly muster. And he does. The night is full of my increasingly tired giggling, until I finally settle down and he lets me take down his hair for him, because he knows I like to. We lay down together, and all is well. There is no weight to worry about. No danger. Not even a little bit of danger. Just a good day and a good night. With someone who loves me and wants me to be okay and safe, who doesn't lash out or get us kicked out of anywhere. It's all good.

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[sugarverse]

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

word count: 3.2k

mentions of: yeah its just sex,, uhhhh ya get together at the end but it’s pretty vanilla and i think this might be one of my fav writings for iida so far ehehehe this story was so fun to make. I plan on making a pt.3 and I’m going to postttt soon idk :P

part one

moodboard here!

You tied a cute bow in the belt of your robe once more, walking over to him and fixing the glasses on his oh so cherry red face. “Tenya..?” You ask, sitting on the side of the table next to him. You glance down at the sketch, seeing how far he had actually gotten. It was pretty impressive for someone who is a beginner when it comes to realism, or art itself really. “Do you want some help?”

His jaw was slack, staring up at you now that you were so much closer. Whatever perfume you had on almost made him faint, and there was nothing he could really formulate besides a very quiet, “Ex..excuse me?”

“I said, Do you want some help..?” You tease, leaning down so your faces were only a few inches from each other. You reach for his tie, slowly sliding your hand down his chest. “I wouldn't want you to fail just because your model was a distraction..” You lean closer, gripping the end of his tie as ruby eyes glancing down at your pretty plump lips.

Did you mean help help him, or draw it yourself? There was no way he was reading into this wrong, right? Did you see his hard-on the whole time?? He gave a long blink, trying to keep his head on straight. “I w..would love-” Before he could finish the sentence, you tug on the tie and press your lips against his. He melted into you, hands placing themselves onto your hips softly almost as if you’d break if he did touch you.

He had yearned for this for so long. There was no way you felt this way all this time and he never picked up on it. The thought only made him deepen the kiss, his hands moving to hold your face in his palms. You let his tie go with a smile, giggling at his eagerness to kiss you back. You place your hands on his shoulder, feeling him stand but refusing to let his lips leave yours. It felt like fireworks were going off around the two of you, only pulling away when you both needed the air.

Tenya was once again standing with crooked glasses, red faced, and this time slightly out of breath. “Y/n I.. Why didn’t.. How did I not..” He panted, after what was only a few seconds, he crashed his lips against yours before you could even respond to his stuttering. You whimpered in response, attempting to untie the tie the best you could with your eyes closed. He helped you, loosening it and letting his hands tangle themselves behind your head and into the kitchen of your hair the best he could. He just wanted you closer. Closer than he already was.

You pull away from him, feverishly leaving kissing along his sharp jawline. He sighed, hands going back to your waist patiently. He rubbed your sides up and down as you kissed down his neck, letting out a breathless whine at the missing feeling of your warm lips against his.

“Why haven't we ever k..kissed before now if this is how you ..f-felt..” He sucked in a sharp gasp once you kissed the right side of his neck. Bingo. You bit down on that spot listening to him groan in your ear, gripping your hips a little harder.

You open your legs slightly so he can stand between them, his body involuntarily pulling you towards the edge as he takes the step towards you. “Because I can't lose you.. I never thought you'd feel the same..” You mumble against his skin, leaving open mouthed kisses down to his collar before unbuttoning it.

You could feel the hard-on poke at your thigh, tauntingly moving to grind against him. After all, the silk of your robe was the only thing keeping him from well.. you. He ached, looking down at you with an almost heartbroken look in his eyes.

“Of course I do, I have wanted you for a very long time.. I know I can treat you better than anyone else out there y/n. It hurts so bad when you'd find someone else more interesting than me. I thought I was too..” He paused for a second, groaning as he grinded against you subconsciously. “A square, if you will.” He chuckled nervously at the admission, feeling you nipping at the most sensitive part of his neck as he let out soft moans and grumbles.

You pull away to look at him, fixing his glasses from earlier with a small giggle. “There's nothing wrong with liking books, or wanting to follow the rules..” Manicured hand began to unbutton his collar and down his shirt.

“And I just never thought you'd go for someone like me. I assumed you'd want a shy girl or somthin’.. I guess we really did make an ass out of u and me.” You tease, giggling once more at your own play on words. You stopped about halfway down his shirt unless this was too much. You didn't wanna be too pushy but God did you want to see those abs.

He let out a small laugh as well, staring down at your gorgeous lips. “I would have told you a lonnnng time ago, y/n. I'm sorry I didn't–” He started, feeling your finger press against his lips to stop him.

“We know now, don't we? Now we move forward.” You wrap your legs around his waist, watching him nod until you move your finger away. “How about I finally help you?” You run a hand down his chest, watching him shudder at the feeling of your acrylics.

He leaned over you, hands moving onto the table rather than on your hips. “If we're going to do anything, I want to do it the right way..” You wanted to pout at his response. He was right, being caught would be absolutely terrible for the both of you. I guess it wouldn't hurt to go back to one of your apartments and finish? Ugh but then the mood is different..

As the gears in your brain worked, Tenya still mindless pressing against you, began kissing you once more. You smile, coconut colored eyes following as he kisses your neck. This time looking for you to gasp or make some sort of noise. His lips smirked against your skin, kissing down to your shoulder and moving the robe off of it. He bit right between your neck and shoulder, causing you to squeal and grip onto his shirt.

Your eyes fluttered, feeling him kiss down to your collarbone. He guided a hand to unbutton the rest of his shirt, the other going back to resting on your waist. He made sure to kiss down the valley of your breasts, not breaking eye contact with you once had he looked up.

“May I?” He motioned to the robe, watching you quickly shrug the silk off of your other shoulder and pulling the tie of your belt. All he needed was to open it up completely. He chuckled at your quickness, letting it pull around your legs once again. He made sure to kiss both of your boobs, finishing with the unbuttoning of his shirt. He used that hand to pinch at your nip, putting the other in his mouth to suck on.

You arch your back into his touch, whimpering as you squeezed your legs around him in response. You could feel him smile, swapping to give your girls equal attention. He felt you buck at such simple actions, kissing down your navel and to where your robe pooled.

“You sound so sweet.. I need to taste you. Wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to go first baby,” You melted at the name, nodding hurriedly. He smiled, going onto his knees and scooping his arms under your knees. He pulled you to the edge, watching you jolt in surprise. You could feel your heart beating in more places than one. The entire time the only thing that had been covering you up was that flimsy piece of silk which he finally moved out of the way, staring down at you for a moment.

This obviously wasn’t the first time he’s been in a sexual situation, but he couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. You were so stunning.. ethereal even. He really didn’t mean to stare, not wanting you to think something was wrong or he was too scared. Just very much in love with the look of you. He finally breaks concentration, looking up at you with a small smile. “You promise this is okay?” He wanted to double check just in case you saw him as he saw himself.. God forbid you did.

“I promise.” You put your pinky out, watching him move his hand from your thigh to interlock his pinky with yours. Without any hesitation, he shoved his glasses up and opened your legs wider. He kissed your clit before starting to suck on it, crimson eyes staring up at you to see what he was doing well vs what you didn’t like as much. Your breathing hitched, hand going to take the glasses and set them on the table so you could grip onto his hair the correct way. You rut your hips towards him, staring down in awe.

He couldn’t help but stare back up at you, strong hands keeping your thighs pressed against his shoulders despite your involuntarily squirming. He swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves, hands gripping onto your thighs so he could be as close as possible. You tasted so sweet. Damn near sweeter than fruit, only making him want more. Flattening his tongue against you and going back to giving your sensitive spot hell.

You pulled at his navy blue hair, hands gripping onto him as you rode yourself against his tongue. Stuttering out praises through pants and moans, “Ffffuck.. tenya-ah!~” You squeak out, thighs beginning to shake from wanting to close. He slithered a hand from your thigh, teasingly tracing his index finger around your entrance. “Don’t t..tease me!” You leaned forward, hair falling around your shoulders as you looked down at him.

“Please please pl-ngh~!” Your begging was stopped by the feeling of two thick fingers sliding into you as he swirled his tongue around your clit some more. He made sure to curl them, feeling you clench around his fingers drove him insane. Thrusting his fingers into you even faster than his tongue was moving. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach starting to tighten. You couldn’t keep quiet even if you really wanted to. You were on another planet.

The face you made when you came could only be described as angelic to iida, he watched as you came undone around his lips. You laid your back against the table as he lapped it up. Almost liked someone dying of dehydration. He slowed his fingers down, sliding them out of you to lick his fingers clean. He lightly placed your legs back onto the table. “You taste divine, you know that?” He asked, unbuckling his belt and tossing his wallet on the table.

You blink up at him, panting and giggling. “I know now,” You stared up at him, messy haired and mouth wet as lustful but loving eyes stared down at you. You took a mental picture, biting your lip to hold back your happy giggles. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sliding the belt off and placing it on the chair behind him. “Let me,” You lean forward, unbuttoning his dress pants hurriedly and unzipping them. It ached being hard for so long, but as many times as he’s imagined this to play out, he was always going to make you feel good first.

“I need you, y/n..” He admitted almost in a whisper, reaching for his glasses so he could actually see you. You tug his pants down, letting out a small laugh to yourself at the red checkered underwear he wore before pulling them down as well. You assumed he’d be big, the man is 6 foot and built like a fucking unit.

What you weren’t expecting was for it to spring right in front of your face. There’s no way that can.. Well, Doesn’t matter if it fits or not. No way you’d miss the opportunity. He let out a chuckle, assumingly at your wide eyes.

“You have me,” You smile up at him with half lidded eyes, changing your expression quickly so you werent the one looking like a deer in headlights. You grab his cock with manicured nails, licking the precum from his tip before siding as much as you could into your throat.

His breath hitched, a small groan leaving his lips. “No sweetheart, I mean I need you. As much as.. I’d l..love you to,” He let out a breathless sigh filled with pleasure, head tilting back.

“Keep.. feeling your mouth, I need you. Awfully bad, I might a..add.” He struggled to speak, moans escaping his lips as he felt you take him completely down your throat for a moment. You pulled away with a pop, smiling up at him.

“Whatever you want, sir..” You tease, sitting up and putting your hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them to his neck to cup his face. “Give me a few more kisses, huh mister?” You didn’t even have time to lean up, feeling his lips desperately go back to yours. You tangle your hands in his messy hair once more, feeling him lay you down gently.

He pulled your legs to the edge once more, listening to the squeak you let out as he subconsciously manhandled you. He looks over to the wallet he tossed on the table earlier, opening it to fish for a condom that he always carried around. Not that he ever thought he’d really use it.

“You don’t need one,” You see him quickly look at you as if you were insane, vermillion eyes studying your face. “I’m serious! If worse comes to worse I’ll stop by the pharmacy. I want us both to actually feel it..” You sit up once more, pretty brown eyes staring up at him pleadingly. You place a hand on his arm, which was enough for him to go standing right back in front of you.

“Are you sure, y/n? Absolutely positive?” He asked carefully, cock twitching at the cold air of the room. The snow from the skylight had covered it so much the room was practically black if it weren’t for the very dim but few lights in the room. You nod, giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” You smile, laying back down. Big hands gripped your hips as he lined himself up to you, staring down at your sensitive bud for a moment before slowly sliding the tip into you. You whimper, gasping and letting your eyes roll back as he slid what you could take into you. You felt full, eyes trying to focus on the man in front of you.

“Fuck..” He muttered, leaning over you and kissing up from your collarbone to your neck, holding you close as he started to move gently into you. He knew he was big, and he didn’t plan on hurting you. he wanted it to be the best experience you’ve ever had.. despite the uncommon location. You hug him quickly, whining out and pressing your face into his shoulder. It couldn’t get closer than this.. Or so you thought, feeling him slowly start to fuck you open and press against that spot. Tears well in the corners of your eyes, gasping and biting the pain into his shoulder.

He hissed, making sure to go as slow as his mind and body would let him. He needed to see you completely undone, but your comfortability and adjusting to it would come first. “It’s okay sweetheart, ‘m right here. I got you. “ He whispered into your ear, nipping at your lobe with a small smile. You could hear how passionate he was in his voice, letting your legs wrap around him once more.

After a few more slow thrusts into you, you move from his shoulder and whisper back. “F..Fuck me like you mean it, Ten. I can take i..it.” You mewled out, feeling him kiss from your cheek to your lips before slamming into you. You squeaked, having trouble trying to kiss back. You couldn’t quiet down even if you wanted to. Your nails grab at his back, lightly scratching so you didn’t rip his skin open. Shit, fucking you like this you might not be able to stop yourself.

He shuddered at the feeling, pulling away from your lips to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck. You bite your lip hard, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew there were still people in the building. He slid his hands up to your back, letting his hands hold onto your shoulders from underneath you to keep you still while he fucked your brains out.

You were seeing stars, biting and leaving hickeys all over him to muffle yourself. He gritted his teeth, glancing down at you through foggy glasses. “You take it so good, honey.. Need..Need you like this all the time.” He huffed out, letting out another breathless chuckle at your fucked out expression. “Can I have you?”

Broken sobs of pleasure was really all you could give in return, nodding as quick as you could before kissing him once again. He smiled against your lips, letting a hand slide down to your clit. He only thumbed over it a few times before you came, legs squeezing tighter against his torso. He pulled his hand away, moving both of them back to your hips. He was obviously close too, but it felt so good he wasn’t sure he could pull out exactly in time.

“G-Gotta let me pull out, honey..” You shake your head no, burying your face into his skin once again. ���Need.. need to feel.. In me– cum in me.” He began to slow down, trying to think through racing thoughts and how good you felt around him. It wasn't much time to make the decision and professionalism was already out the window at this point. “P.. Please- please tenya~?” You cry out, hugging close to him. If that’s what you wanted, he was going to oblige.

He gave a couple more thrusts, cumming into you and holding you close. Once you pulled away enough, he left peppered kisses amongst your neck and jaw.

You smile, sighing out tiredly before giving him a few kisses on his poor red lips. “You are my favorite human being on the planet,” You huff out, trying to continue but your thoughts were a bit scrambled. “I’m yours. For as long as you want me.”

He quickly responded, kissing your cheek in conformation. “Forever. I want you to be mine.. Forever.” He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and still out of breath himself. His face was red, eyes hanging low from both tiredness and wonderment.

You giggle at his response, taking his glasses and cleaning them with the silk of the robe that was under you.

“Forever it is.”

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[prythiansprincess]

brother's bsf! mattheo who you've had a crush on for years.

but he's only ever seen you as theo's little sister (or so he says).

it doesn't matter that you and theo are only a year apart. your older brother is extremely protective of you and so are the rest of his friends — especially mattheo.

you grew up around the boys, which was a blessing and a curse in and of itself. on one hand, you grew super close to mattheo, but on the other hand, he's seen you through your awkward braces and pigtails phase.

lately though, brother's bsf! mattheo starts to notice you. really notice you.

suddenly, you didn't seem so little to him anymore.

but over the years, your infatuation with your brother's best friend calmed to attraction instead. you've come to accept that while mattheo would always be your first crush, that's all it would really ever amount to. a harmless little childhood crush.

thanks to theo, you hadn't gotten much of a chance to date when you were younger, but now that you were starting uni with the rest of the boys, you were determined to push those silly little feelings for mattheo away and start putting yourself out there.

granted, you had a lot to learn given your sheltered upbringing.

boys had taken a liking to you. why wouldn't they? you're pretty, you're smart, and you're the perfect combination of sweet and sassy, but you were also extremely naïve.

brother's bsf! mattheo had to protect you.

it was his responsibility.

theo trusted him to keep an eye on you. so he did.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo glares at any boy that dares to look at you.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo revs his motorcycle and comes in hot when he sees anyone talking to you, handing you the pink helmet he keeps on him at all times without a single word.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo gives you rides to your dorm and takes you out for ice cream after a particularly hard exam.

it's clear that mattheo has a soft spot for you. no matter how vehemently he denies it.

until the night that everything changed.

it was a chilly friday evening when you happily skipped out of your dorm building, eager to attend your first frat party.

the cute boy in your history class asked you to come with him and you immediately said yes despite not knowing what to expect. it seemed fun and exciting and a little bit dangerous.

as luck would have it, you ran into none other than mattheo on your way out. his sleek black motorcycle was parked on the curb, smoke wafting from his lips as he took a lazy drag of his cigarette. leaning against his bike, mattheo raised a brow as you strutted onto the sidewalk.

"where do you think you're going, nott?"

"to a party, matty."

"with who?"

"a friend."

mattheo narrows his eyes at you. "I know all your friends and they're busy tonight. so which friend is it?"

you sigh in frustration. "just a friend from class. god, you sound like theo right now."

"you're not going anywhere wearing that."

"what's wrong with my dress?"

you smoothed down the front of your red minidress self-consciously, shying away from mattheo's intense gaze. his chocolate brown eyes scanned your body, the heat of his stare dragging along your skin.

"for starters, that dress barely covers anything and knowing you, you'll be cold within the first few minutes."

"I'll be fine, mattheo. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

mattheo crosses his arms, huffing at your statement. "so you told theo where you're headed off to tonight?"

you shrugged. "what my brother doesn't know won't hurt him."

"yes, but he might hurt anyone stupid enough to ogle you in that dress. as will I. maybe I should tell him what his baby sister is up to. better yet, maybe I should come with you to this party, hm?"

"no please," you pleaded. "I just want one night where I'm not being treated like a little kid. can you give me that, matty? please?"

you flashed your best puppy dog eyes at him, knowing that he couldn't possibly resist when you asked so nicely.

mattheo considers it for a moment before sighing in defeat. "fine, princess. but text me when you get there and call me when you're home. don't even think about turning your location off or else I'll send a brigade after you."

"yes sir."

"good girl."

before brother's bsf! mattheo could think better of it, you kiss his cheek and promise to call him later that night.

brother's bsf! mattheo watches you strut away in your tight little dress with a soft smile on his face, fully knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger.

by the time you arrive at the party, it's in full swing. music is blaring, drinks are flowing, and the frat house is packed to the brim with people.

you send a quick text to mattheo to let him know you've arrived before spotting aiden.

clearly, your date was already a few drinks in. he greets you with a lingering hug before handing you a red cup. "cheers, y/n."

"cheers," you respond, clinking your cup against his and taking a generous swig. the liquor burns your throat and aiden chuckles as you try to hide your wincing.

still, it does the job.

you loosen up after a few sips. aiden introduces you to his friends and you smile politely, trying not to squirm out of his hold as he pulls you in by the waist.

it's fine, he's just keeping you close in such a packed crowd. he doesn't mean any harm by it.

at least that's what you told yourself.

until aiden tries to make a move on you in the middle of the dance floor. you already told him that you didn't want to dance, but he insisted.

you could smell the liquor on his breath as he grabbed your hips, moving them along to the rhythm of the song. you tried to put some distance between you, but aiden didn't seem deterred by it. in fact, his wandering hands slide down to your lower back until they're planted firmly on your ass. you attempted to pry them away, but he slurred "relax" into your ear before giving your ass a squeeze.

that was the tipping point for you.

with all your strength, you shoved aiden off while he cursed after you. the lights were blinding as you made your way through the crowd, fleeing to the bathroom.

you had brother's bsf! mattheo's number dialed before you even closed the door.

surprisingly, he picks up on the first ring.

"hi matty, are you — are you busy right now?"

"I'm with the boys. how'd the party go, princess?"

"um, I'm still here and I just really want to go home."

you hear shuffling on the other end. presumably mattheo finding somewhere more private to speak with you. "I thought your friend was your ride home?"

"well, aiden's drunk and he's been getting a little handsy the whole night so I don't really feel safe going home with him."

"what?" mattheo hisses. "you didn't tell me you were with a guy. I never would've let you go off alone with some random prick."

"please don't be mad, matty. I just wanted to have fun without worring about my brother hovering over my shoulder. don't tell theo, please. I'll — I'll figure it out. I'll find another ride."

"like hell you are! drop your location. the boys and I are coming."

"no, please. I don't want this to be a whole thing. if theo finds out, he'll never let me out of his sight again."

you could feel mattheo grappling with the situation. part of him wanted to tell his best mate, but all he truly cared about was getting to you as quickly as he could. after a few moments, he sighs. "fine, I won't tell your brother, but I'm still coming to get you. stay where you are, princess and don't hang up the phone. I'm on my way, okay?"

"you really don't have to —"

the argument dies in your throat when you hear the sound of mattheo's motorcycle starting up. he wasn't going to let you talk him out of this. mattheo was coming, whether you wanted him to or not.

"too late. be a good girl and stay on the line with me, sweetheart. I'm coming for you."

brother's bsf! mattheo pays no mind to the boys as they joke about him meeting up with a booty call.

the only thing that matters to him is getting to you.

brother's bsf! mattheo weaves through campus, revving and racing his motorcycle as fast as it can possibly go.

it's too noisy to talk while he rides, but he stays on the line anyways, listening through one earphone as you quietly hum to help calm yourself. mattheo smiles to himself. it's one of his favorite quirk of yours. half of the time, you don't even notice you're doing it. but he does. he notices everything about you.

mere minutes have passed since you first called him, but it feels like an eternity to mattheo when he finally pulls up to the decrepit frat house at the edge of campus.

mattheo parks his motorcycle on the curb, glaring at the prying eyes trained on him. it's not every day that the mattheo riddle, resident bad boy pulls up to a party looking like he's absolutely ready to kill someone with his bare hands.

he has half a mind to burst into the bloody house and pummel that stupid prick for daring to touch you, but the sight of you approaching stops him cold.

you look flustered and fearful, lower lip trembling as you spill out into the sidewalk. mattheo instantly sees red. he vows to make that motherfucker pay for this.

"where is he?"

"mattheo —"

"where. the. fuck. is. he?"

"probably somewhere inside drunk off his arse. I don't know and I don't care. can we please just go?"

despite his anger, you don't balk from him. in fact, you've got both hands pressed firmly against his chest to hold him back.

brother's bsf! mattheo grips your hips, your noses pressing together as he carefully inspects you. making sure you were alright is the only thing keeping him from committing violence.

"tell me where he is."

though mattheo's words are tinged with fury, his tone remains soft and sweet. his voice is nothing but a whisper because even at his angriest, mattheo would never raise his voice at you.

“give me a name, sweetheart. just give me his name."

"it's fine, matty. he's not worth the trouble."

“he left you alone, at a party where you don’t know anyone, got too drunk even though he knows he’s your ride home and got handsy with you even though you weren’t into it. give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck him up right now?”

“I can handle him later. can we please just go home? I'm tired and I just want to be in bed now.”

the cold air makes you shiver as you mentally curse yourself for picking such a skimpy outfit when hours ago you felt foolishly confident in your dress.

brother's bsf! mattheo softens when he sees you trembling. without a word, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. the scent of amber and cinnamon envelopes you all at once, lulling you into a calmer state.

"okay, princess. let me take you home."

once mattheo secures the baby pink helmet over your head, he tells you to hang on tight before taking off.

you hug his midsection, resting your chin on his shoulder as mattheo drives slow through the sprawling campus. the streets are empty, but he drags out the ride, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible.

at the strike of midnight, the two of you finally reach your dorm.

although you insist that you're fine, brother's bsf! mattheo walks you all the way up to your door.

the fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you shift your weight form one foot to the other, suddenly feeling shy.

"thanks for picking me up, matty."

"of course, y/n. you know I'd do anything if you're the one asking."

you smile, trying your hardest to hide the blush on your cheeks. "I hope I didn't ruin your night."

mattheo shrugs. "not at all. before you called, I was watching berkshire stuff marshmallows down his throat while the boys cheered him on. trust me, you weren't interrupting anything important."

"still. I appreciate you coming to my rescue and not ratting me out to my brother."

mattheo smiles. "it's our little secret, princess."

the double meaning of the words causes tension between you and the pull that you've always felt towards mattheo feels stronger than ever, tugging you closer.

maybe tonight is the night that you finally feel brave enough to fall.

"goodnight, matty."

brother's bsf! mattheo watches as you get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek like you always do. except this time, you lean in for a proper kiss.

as soon as mattheo's lips touch yours, you feel your entire body erupt like fireworks. it's everything you imagined it to be and more. his lips are soft against yours, supple and inviting. the kiss takes him by surprise, but once he realizes what's happening, he groans into your mouth, the sound of it filled with need.

dazed and confused, you look up as mattheo pulls away, his big brown eyes scanning your face. "we shouldn't do this, princess."

despite his words, mattheo's hand rests itself on your hip, his thumb brushing gentle circles against your exposed skin. you gulp as he stares at you, your lips brushing, your bodies gravitating towards each other no matter how hard you try to fight the pull.

"is it because of my brother?"

"no," mattheo growls. "we shouldn't do this because I don't know if I'll be able to stop once we start."

"I don't want you to stop, mattheo."

as soon as the words leave your lips, mattheo is kissing you again, and this time, he isn't holding back. you cling onto his shirt as he kisses you hard, the force of it hitting you all at once. his fingers dig into your hips as you bend at the waist, desperately kissing back.

his head is reeling and his heart is pounding. mattheo is drowning in your taste, your touch, your smell. you're every drug rolled into one; seductive and sinful. he's addicted and he can't get enough.

brother's bsf! mattheo doesn't want to pull away. he wants to stay here and live in this moment forever, but he knows that if he does, he'll end up taking everything.

foreheads pressed together, mattheo leans in for one last kiss. this one is sweet and gentle, enough to satiate him for the moment.

"sleep tight, princess. I'll see you in the morning."

"see you in the morning, matty."

brother's bsf! mattheo can't help but take one last look at you, a soft smile on his face when he sees your flushed cheeks and kiss bitten lips.

in that moment, he knows he's fucked. you're his best mate's little sister. he shouldn't have kissed you. he shouldn't feel this way for you. he should've stopped before it was too late, but you were both way past that now.

now that he's had you, he won't want anything else. it's you he'll always crave. it's you he'll always long for. and he doesn't give a fuck what it takes to get you.

brother's bsf! mattheo won't stop until you're his and his alone. *✧･ﾟ:*

[darnell-la]

how about old!logan with the filthiest mouth one could ever speak, full with nasty and degrading pet names. just rough and mean logan treating the reader 🫠🫠

note: this takes place in the Honda Odyssey… we can make the man filthier by the way…

———

“Well, you guys are fucking stupid, so, it’s not a surprise we’re lost,” y/n crossed her arms in the back seat as Wade drove through the woods, trying to get to the place Nicepool had me roomed for them to form a team.

“You ain’t the smartest sheep either. Batting your fuckin’ eyelids at Jonny,” Logan scoffed next to her before leaning back in his to rest.

After Wade had told him that there might not be a way to save his world, he’s been in a bad mood. Ever since she met him, he’s been in a bad mood.

“Yeah, but sadly he’s not here with us, right Wade?” Y/n sarcastically asked, making Wade sigh loudly. “He should have said those things about her!” Wade shouted.

“This whole trip is fucking ridiculous. Like seriously, Wade. Why the fuck did you bring me along to save this drunk fuck!?” Y/n complained, making Logan chuckle.

“To save your shitty world,” Logan said under his breath. “Hey! That’s my world too!” Wade argued. “Yeah — That’s why I said that shit,”

“Not like yours is better,” y/n mumbled, making Logan snap his head towards her. Y/n continued looking out of the window, not caring how he felt about her words.

“The fuck you say?” The man asked in a clearly angry tone. “Alright, let’s just cool our dicks and think about a place to eat at after we get out of this shit hole, hm?” Wade asked the two, but they both ignored him.

“Nah, I wanna hear what the little bitch has to say,” Logan called the young lady out of her name, making her snap his own neck at him. “Bitch!? No wonder you could never keep a woman. In every universe!” She shot for his heart.

“That’s something you don’t have to worry about because Ian pickin’ a little brat like you,” Logan tried saying something back in an instant like her comment didn’t hurt. He knew calling her out of her name was shitty, but he’s going through it right now.

The man was pulled from his universe being told he had a chance to save it. Not even two hours later, he was told it was an educated wish.

“Not like you can get in my pants anyways limp dick,” y/n spat, making the man chuckle. He was cocky. He always has been, and his age wasn’t going to throw that away.

“You’re an easy little girl. You would even be able to handle me,” the man looked the girl up and down, giving a look that made her roll her eyes. “You fuckin’ wish,” she said before turning back to the window.

“Oh, honey bun, he does! Maybe y’all can fuck it out in here before we make it home. Got a long way to go,” Wade almost sang.

The two went silent, not declining or accepting. They were just angry, and Wade swore having a small fuck-session would help.

Y/n felt eyes on her through the silence. She told herself not to look back, but she had to. She wanted to see the man’s face, and god, was he fine. She hated admitting to it, but he was.

The way he looked at her legs, made her shift in her seat, growing nervous from the older man’s gaze.

“As I said — Little girl can’t handle it,” Logan finally looked up at the girl with a smirk, smelling the way she grew wet in seconds, and she didn’t know he could. She was clueless which made the situation funnier to him.

“I can handle more than you think. Your dick probably wouldn’t be able to stand up anyway, so stop lookin’ at me like that you perv,” y/n tried covering her legs, but there was no use.

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” the man rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. “Do it yourself, coward,” y/n said under her breath. She thought she was quiet enough until his head snapped back at her and Wade gasped.

“Oh, you nasty little peanut,” Wade giggled. “Oh, you want me to fuck you?” Logan asked, giving that stupid smirk again. “What!? I never said that,” y/n lied, trying to think of something to stop this conversation.

“Oh, but you did, bub,” Logan felt like he was shifting closer, but y/n kept her eyes off of him. “Don’t go silent on me now, bub. If you need a little cock to fix that attitude, I can do it,”

The instant confidence he had, made the girl nervous. What the fuck is she going to do?

“Don’t need cock,” the girl spoke quietly. “I think you do,” the man’s hand was now on the grips thighs, gripping it a bit rough to get a reaction.

Y/n turned and swung, going to hit the man somewhere, but he got her fist and pushed it away before hovering over her body.

“You’re feisty for a girl who’s soaking wet,” the man said, confusing y/n. “You can smell her that bad!?” Wade asked, wanting to know if all. “Oh, yeah, and she smells sweet,” Logan admitted as his hands tugged on her belt.

“Let’s see if I’m right,” Logan ripped y/n’s belt off and shorts down her legs, exposing her pretty lace panties. “Logan! Fuckin’ get off!” Y/n fought back, but he knew she could do better.

“You sure? Kinda looks a little messy down here,” the man laughed at her girl as he spews her legs, seeing the dark spot grow. Before she could say another word, he ripped her panties off, making her yell at him more.

“Pretty little cunt. Maybe if you weren’t so bitchy, I’d eat it, but I have different plans for you today,” Logan wiped a finger across her lips before taking them to his mouth to suck.

“Yep — Sweeter than peach, Wade. Didn’t know you had sluts as friends,” Logan laughed again as he fumbled with his own belt. “Logan!” Y/n still shouted, kicking and slapping but he had his single hand pinning her shoulder down.

“Look on the bright side, peanut — You’ll get some dick and maybe that’ll energize you for our fight?” Wade said about anything to hide the fact he loved hearing Logan get the way he gets.

“Fuck you, Wade!” Y/n yelled at the man. “Nah uh, only I do that to you,” y/n almost forgot about Logan until she looked down, seeing his cock out in his head, stoking and leaking pre cum.

“Got me so fuckin’ hard. You know how good you look fighting? How pretty you are yappin’ that damn mouth? Could only think about you under me -- where you belong,”

Logan struggled but made his way in between her legs. “Fuck you! Fuck you, a-and Wade! You’ll last two seconds,” y/n tried laughing at the man to seem tough as usual, but he shut her right up with a hard thrust into her cunt.

“What was that? Two seconds? If I lasted a short time, it’s because this cunts so fuckin’ soaked, not because I’m old, baby,”

Y/n’s hands pushed at the man’s stomach, trying to slow him down and stop him from pushing hitting the right spot with each thrust he gave.

“S-Stop!” The girl whined already, feeling the knot in her stomach build and her breathing get spotty. He was huge and hard. Harder than she thought a man his age could be.

“Don’t think you want that, baby. No, you want me to fuck this pretty little girl till she cried and leaks on the seat,” Logan whispered in her ear as his own breath became heavy.

“God, you guys are hot. Love the play date you guys are having! Maybe give me a review after the Uber ride. Tell me if the seats felt comfy and if y’all had enough room to fuck like rabbits with rabies,” Wade seemed excited.

“Hear that, babe? Gonna tell Wade how good I fuck this pussy? C’mon, tell him. Tell him how hard your squeeze my cock,”

Y/n hated his cock voice in her ear but loved it at the same time. He knew exactly how she’d like it. Maybe by her attitude, he knew she needed someone with the same energy to pound her.

“No c-chance,” the girl stuttered through her teeth as she tried glaring at the man, but her head instantly fell back after he gave one small pound, telling her to get rid of the attitude.

“You’re gonna do it eventually. Sluts like you can’t forget a good cock,” and he was right. This was going to be the best sed she’s had ever.

“Gonna go beggin’ Wade to come get me to fuck you. Shit, since I have to stay in the bullshit you call your world, I’ll just come over to your place myself. Burry my cock in this cunt till you pass out,”

“L-Logan,” y/n dug her nails into the man’s shoulders, trying to hold tight as her orgasm felt near. “Oh, you like that? Like the thought of a dirty old man fuckin’ this so-called clean pussy, hm? Gonna let me breed this little princess whenever I want? Even if I piss you off?”

“N-No, you fucking suck at this!” Y/n breathed heavily, keeping her orgasm together so she wouldn’t give him what she wanted.

“God, she’s fuckin’ petty,” Wade said as Logan let out a little chuckle. The man shifted in the van, lifting her legs over his shoulders before punching his right claw into the roof of the van.

Y/n jumped, not used to having a mutant like him around. “Don’t worry, princess. I wouldn’t hurt a pretty girl like you. Too valuable and tight,” Logan grabbed between the back of y/n’s head and neck to lift her to, fixing her to lean into him.

“Before I fuck you ass dumb, do you want to take anything you said back?” Logan looked down at the girl whose legs rested on his shoulder and cock grazed her entrance, waiting to be squeezed again.

“You fuck like a dead pig,” y/n spat. Right after, the man took one good slam into her, watching her legs part and scream. Logan pulled her head back up, making her look into his dark eyes.

“Loudmouth for a loud screamer,” the man smirked before moving his hips, thrusting into the girl with all the strength he had. He pulled her back to life whenever she tried pushing away or leaning her head back.

“Good fuckin’ pussy — Fuck! — Maybe I’ll excuse that bitch tone of yours,” the man couldn’t deny his could she felt and sounded.

Before, y/n thought she could hold herself in, but she knew Logan would get what he wanted in this new angle and harder pounding. He knew this from the start.

“C’mon, bub — I know you wanna cum. Keep squeezing around me like I wouldn’t notice,” he laughed at her. Teasing he. “N-Not cumming,” y/n assured the man, but even Wade didn’t believe her.

“I can see how the man has you in a full-on butter-salted pretzel position. You’re cumming, peanut,” Wade said, only egging Logan on knowing anyone who looked at her right now could tell she was close.

“No, I’m not!” Y/n pathetically whined. Logan leaned down to the girl's face, slightly touching her lips as his hot breath burned her nostrils.

“Don’t cum then, bub,” Logan said as he picked up his pace. “Don’t cum, and you win. You win your little bitch fight, and we can move on with our day,” Logan kept increasing.

“Don’t cum, and you’re right about my limp old dick,” Logan now growled. “Don’t cum, and I won’t come into your little home and eat that pussy,” y/n eyes rolled back as his hands dug into the back of her neck.

“Don’t cum, and I won’t fuck you like this every day to satisfy your needs, baby. Don’t cum, and I’ll have to leave this pretty little body alone forever,”

“Can’t breed it. Can’t kiss it. Can’t pound it. Can’t do anything I want to it,” y/n whined loudly at the man’s words, finally releasing the man’s cock.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought. You need me. You fuckin’ want this old dick,” Logan’s lips crashed into her, kissing her roughly as she cried at the pace he kept ducking her in.

“Goddam, she cums a lot!” Wade said with excitement, loving the animal coming out of Logan. He knew y/n needed something like this in his life. That totally isn’t the reason why he brought her along.

“So fuckin’ good, baby. Best fuckin’ cunt I’ve fucked. So damn tight and sweet. Need you after all this. Needa have you with me forever,”

Y/n didn’t plan for this to happen. She doesn’t plan to let Logan fuck her like this in the back of Nicepools Honda Odyssey. She didn’t plan for Logan to form an attachment issue with her.

“Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill this girl up. Gonna keep you with me forever. Can’t leave. Don’t care how old I am, you belong with me. You’re made for me. Pussy’s molded to only take my cock,”

Logan’s hips bucked a few times before he pushed all the way into the young girl, spilling into her with a loud animalistic groan.

The top of the roof was ripped with how many times his claws punched in and out of it. Logan’s fingers bruised the back of y/n’s neck. Her lips even have a small scratch from the hard he kissed. She tastes so fucking good.

[fastandcarlos]

Victim Of A Bad Day : ̗̀➛ Oscar Piastri

summary: after what can only be described as a nightmare of a day, oscar ends up coming home only to take it all out on you

Your smile was soft as Oscar walked through the apartment, putting your phone down and rising to your feet. You went over to him, holding your arms out, but Oscar’s head shook back at you. 

“Please, no,” he told you, walking straight past you through the living room and into the kitchen. 

You turned around as you watched Oscar walk away, debating what to do next. You slowly followed behind as you watched him grab a glass from out of the cupboard and fill it with water. Every movement was done with a sigh, thudding around the place like a toddler running around. 

“I’m guessing your day could’ve been better?” You asked, trying to bring a smile to his face. 

You stood and waited for Oscar to acknowledge you, but instead he carried on walking around. His head was down as he moved, his eyes not even looking across in your direction, as if you weren’t there. 

“Oscar, you know I’m here for you,” you told him, beginning to get concerned with his behaviour. It was unlike Oscar to be so quiet, to close off from you and deal with everything all by himself. 

A shrug came from Oscar as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, throwing himself down on the sofa. He grabbed his phone, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, almost groaning when he noticed that you had followed right behind him. 

“So, we’ll just spend our evening in silence, shall we?” You asked, perching on the end of the sofa. 

“Suits me,” Oscar bluntly responded, still staring down at his phone, ignoring the sigh that came from across the room from you. 

Your head shook in disbelief at how cold Oscar was, never had you seen this side of him before. “I don’t know what’s happened today Oscar, but you could try and at least treat me with even the smallest bit of dignity tonight.” 

“Just leave me alone,” Oscar requested, throwing his arms up into the air. “Just because I’ve not come home and thrown my arms around you and talked your ear off doesn’t mean I need constant questions. Just take the hint and give me a bit of space.” 

Your body tensed up at how loud Oscar’s voice was, not quite sure how to react. “You’re not you Oscar, what would you like me to do? Pretend that everything is fine? I didn’t realise that caring about you was such a crime, next time I won’t bother worrying about you.” 

“I don’t need caring for, I haven’t asked you too,” Oscar replied. 

Your eyes widened in surprise at what Oscar had to say, stunned by how blunt he was. Perhaps you had been a little overbearing, but all you were guilty of was worrying about him.  

“That’s fine then,” you told Oscar, picking up your phone and sitting opposite him. You sat back, stretching out across the sofa, deciding to switch off to the fact that Oscar was even in the room. 

His eyes watched you though, shaking his head as you mimicked him. “I don’t ever remember asking for someone to worry about me, you know I’ve survived long enough all by myself.” 

Your heart ached as Oscar spoke, the hurt clear on your face as your eyes flickered across to Oscar. As he met your eyes, Oscar’s frustration disappeared, replaced by concern that he was the reason for your disappointment.  

“I don’t even know what to say,” you shrugged, shaking your head disapprovingly, full of despair. Rising to your feet, Oscar kept an eye on you as you left the room and went into your bedroom. 

Time apart was exactly what the two of you needed as you let the events sink in. You were both full of anger and upset, unable to believe that the two of you could ever have such an argument. It was unlike any other disagreement that you’d had with Oscar, leaving you rather shellshocked as you laid down on your bed. 

You found yourself staring up at the ceiling as you replayed the argument again and again in your head. A shiver ran down your spine each time you heard Oscar’s voice in your head, the resentment and annoyance so clear, somehow you being the reason for it too. 

After a while, you could hear Oscar moving through the apartment, knowing exactly where he was heading. You picked up your phone to make yourself look busy as the bedroom door opened, with Oscar quietly walking in, sitting on the end of the bed. 

You didn’t respond as Oscar turned to face you, laying himself down beside you. His hand rested against your stomach as he tried to get your attention, knowing that he had plenty of making up to do. 

“I’m sorry,” Oscar murmured, “the way I behaved then was completely unreasonable and out of order.” 

You placed your phone down, brows knitting together as you glanced across at Oscar. His heart sunk as he saw how upset you still were, guilt eating away at him knowing it was all his fault. 

“I don’t want to hear it.” 

“Please,” Oscar sighed, expecting you to dismiss him. “I shouldn’t have said what I said, I know that you care so much, and that’s one of my favourite things about you. Having you take care of me is the best feeling in the world, I don’t know what I’d do without you around to support me.” 

As your body turned slightly to face Oscar, you could see a faint smile on his face. Knowing that you were at least listening to him was a start for Oscar, hardly expecting you to fall into his arms and forgive him as quick as a flash, but at least it was a sign. 

“I don’t care how bad your day is Oscar; I don’t expect to be spoken to like that. I was only caring, and maybe I was a little too much, but if you’d have just told me that you needed space then I would’ve known what you needed from me, rather than just being shouted at.” 

“I was stupid,” Oscar told you, “there’s no explanation for it, bad day or not.” 

You could see the effects of the day in Oscar’s eyes, there was barely any colour there, letting you know just how bad of a day he must’ve had. 

“Everyone has good days and bad days,” you whispered, “including me, but yours are not my fault. I don’t want you to shut me out Oscar, I want to be able to help you, even if there’s very little I can do, at least it’s something.” 

His head nodded, pressing a kiss against the top of your shoulder. You were spot on, you were the last person to blame for how Oscar’s day went, you just so happened to be in the wrong place in the wrong time. 

“I’m always here for you,” you reminded Oscar, “it doesn’t matter what’s happened, you know I’m always going to be with you, right?” 

He continued nodding as you spoke. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I don’t appreciate you being with me today, because I do appreciate it, more than anything.” 

“Will you remind yourself of that next time you come home after a bad day?” 

“I promise that I’ll never forget it.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒����𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[amdiriel]

lonely pt. 2

Azriel x fem!Archeron!reader

SUMMARY: After a vulnerable moment of comfort, Reader tries to navigate Azriel’s increasingly flirtatious behavior without assuming anything. Because she really shouldn’t. Right?

WARNINGS: FLUFF, slight suggestiveness, a bit of hurt but SO much comfort, not proofread we die like men

NOTE: thanks for so much love on part 1! I have some ideas for new Az fics, so lmk if you're interested in being on my Azriel taglist! xox diri

WORDS: ~4.2k

part 1 main masterlist

•••

It had been about a week and a half since my little breakdown in my room, my cycle coming and going just days after it. I attributed my moment of uncharacteristic hopelessness to hormones.

I hoped Azriel would too, since I had trouble fully looking him in the eye ever since out of embarrassment. After a night of deep rest post-letting-it-all-out, I woke the next morning to a spill of hindsight in my mind, grumbling at my ridiculousness into my pillow. Despite my cycle being a royal pain in my ass, it was a few days where I could hide safely in my room.

So the next few days, I was determined to be fine. I was great, living the dream, no worries here, wielding a grin and a dry joke as always.

The first day after my cycle ending, I wake up to blissful absence of pain in my abdomen, and treat myself to a long bath.

Afterwards, I take advantage of a brisk morning walk, the sunshine making the late winter weather less intolerably cold. I barely get two blocks from the River House before a shadow passes over my head.

I tilt my head back, squinting through the direct sunlight. Then the shadow descends at an alarmingly fast rate and touches down near-silently beside me. “Good morning,” Azriel murmurs.

I jump at his sudden appearance, the bubbling nervousness at his closeness making it more pronounced. “Shit—Azriel,” I gasp, calming myself with a breath. “What the hell?”

He chuckles lowly and nudges me slightly as he matches my resuming pace. “Sorry. Occupational hazard, I’m afraid,” he says, not sorry at all.

I huff and roll my eyes, even as my lips curl up as well. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You need to wear a bell.” His laugh curls around me.

“I’m not sure it would go with my leathers,” he pretends to muse. “A collar would really ruin the effect of my scariness. Not to mention the whole point of being Spymaster.”

I snort, shaking my head. He nudges me again, drawing my gaze back up to him. I find his eyes warmly on me.

“I’m glad to see you out and about,” he says. “I was worried about you.”

I let the sweet words warm me for a quick moment before I huff a small laugh. “It’s my cycle, not sickness. I’m good.”

He shrugs. “Still. I know it’s much worse for you and your sisters now that you’re all fae. You handling them alright?”

My expression softens. “You’re sweet. I’m fine. I didn’t have much pain as a human, so I think as far as fae cycles go, my pain now is relatively mild. I mostly just don’t want to do anything,” I reply with a shrug of my own.

Azriel eyes me for a moment. “Alright. But you’ll let me know if you need anything, right? I haven’t forgotten about our agreement, you know,” he says with a sly smirk.

It takes a second for it to dawn, but soon a blush blooms on my face as I remember that night. I huff a sigh, finding it within me to laugh a little at myself. “So, what, you want me to come to you any time I have a problem?” I ask dryly.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Yes,” he answers plainly.

I give him a look. “Are you now our resident therapist too?” I deadpan. “Your resume’s long enough, Shadowsinger, you can take a pause every once in a while.”

He laughs again, shaking his head at me. “I may be busy, but never for you. Never for family,” he replies, and with such sincerity in his eyes that my steps falter for a moment.

Fuck. What happened to cool and collected, Archeron?

But I swallow and arch a brow. “Sweet. But you’re barely here enough to be able to do so for the many members of our ever-growing household,” I say, thinking about our nephew Nyx.

He shrugs a shoulder, his wings unfurling then furling in a subtle motion that catches my eye. I’d always found them fascinating. “Then how about this—I’ll never be too busy for you,” he says, a note saucily that my widened eyes turn upon his smirking face.

I grasp for words for a moment, and I see his eyes delight at my moment of hesitation. I shut my mouth and switch tactics, laughing. “Why Az, you are positively Rhys-like today.”

His brows raise, expression lighting in challenge. “Oh am I? Enlighten me, sweetheart.”

I bite hard on the inside of my cheek at that damned pet name again. This male just made it so bloody difficult to be dignified at all. I swear, every moment in his presence is a fight for my life. “You’re all—” I gesticulate over his person, “Swaggering. It’s unnerving. Please, for my sanity, resume your duties as our resident brooder. You’re putting me off.”

His head tilts back with a hearty laugh that startles me into astonishment. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” he drawls, suddenly feeling like he’s looming over me.

Stupid, tree-like male.

I don’t reply except for a disbelieving huff at his forward behavior. His smirk is self satisfied as he halts, taking a step back with a sketch of a bow.

“You’ll have to resume your walk without me, Ms. Archeron,” he says, and I wrinkle my nose at the use of my surname. His smiling eyes rove over it, dipping to my lips before locking with my own gaze again. “Think you can manage?”

I scoff and manage to flip him off as his enormous wings unfurl and beat his figure into the air. His rumbling chuckle disappears as his shape grows smaller in the sky.

—

The following days, he wasn’t as blatantly swaggering, as I had called him, but he was…

Forward. Disarmingly so.

I couldn’t seem to avoid his presence if I tried, if merely to kick some sense back into myself. First it was the library—when I had settled into the cozy window seat, my usual perch, an hour into my reading, he had strode in his silent yet confident way of his. I had stilled, as if hoping he’d simply not notice me. Fool. He notices everything. And he certainly had wasted no time sidling up to my perch and leaning over to observe what I was reading. His warmth and masculine scent was a pleasant yet oppressive blanket to my poor sensibilities. And I barely survived when he had hummed “Any good?” practically into my ear.

Or there was lunchtime—I’d wander into the kitchen to make something quick and simple for myself, and when I walked into the dining room he’d be sitting there already, looking up with a small, unassuming smile. When he bade simply, “Sit with me”, I had no choice but to obey and eat with him. In my suspicion, I confess that I switched the times I went to get lunch by random intervals, in which each and every time he either was already there or showed up soon after.

I couldn’t tell if it just happened that way, or if he was being overly clever in his intentional variation.

Now, three weeks post-meltdown incident, Azriel had been gone a few days on Cauldron-knows-what business, so I’d loosened up, no longer bracing myself like he could walk into the room at any second.

Which is apparently my folly, since as soon as I round the corner into the dining room one morning, I found him standing at the sideboard, back toward me, making a cup of tea.

I halted, nearly rearing back as my mouth started to form the word shit, but quickly clamping it down. But even the smallest of noise alerts someone as discerning as him.

He turns and calls my name with quiet warmth, and I banish the wince from my face. “Hey,” I say simply. “When did you get back?”

“Last night,” he says, abandoning his tea to draw near. My head tilts back as he stops in front of me. “How have you been?” he asks with a soft smile.

His quiet care is almost more flustering than his forwardness. “Well. Fine,” I answer. “And you? Your mission or whatever successful?”

He huffs amusedly. “My mission or whatever was just fine,” he replies. Then he returns to the sideboard. “Tea?”

“Oh, uh, sure. Just bla—”

“Just black. I know,” he says, throwing a smile over his shoulder at me. I blink in surprise, cheeks pink. He’s been paying close enough attention that he knows that?

Of course he has, dummy. He probably has dossiers on everyone in this city with information down to the way they take their tea, the pragmatic voice in my head deadpans. You’re no exception.

I blink again as he draws near with a second cup, passing it to me. I take it with a small thank you, sipping it gratefully.

Just when I start to squirm on my feet at the silence between us, he speaks. “About what we talked about that night a few weeks ago—” I still. “You’re alright in that regard? And don’t lie, I’ll be able to tell.”

I huff a sound between a sigh and laugh, looking down. “Well, I haven’t had a night as bad as that one since then, so that’s good right?” I say with wry self-deprecation. He doesn’t reply. “But really, I’m alright. Just winter blues, I suppose.”

“No, I don’t think it is.”

I roll my eyes in a small flash of annoyance. “Alright, not just winter blues. But they certainly don’t help. But I’m fine. Really. You did really help that night,” I admit softly.

I don’t really notice my teacup is empty until he gently takes it from my hand and sets it next to his already abandoned cup. “What helped most, sweetheart?” he asks gently.

My tongue felt stuck to the roof of my mouth—speaking my vulnerability aloud both impossible and foreign. Letting him in last time didn’t hurt. It helped, a small voice whispers in my head.

I take a breath. “Just—talking through it. Physical touch too, um…” I fight to stay steady. “It’s grounding.”

He hums, nodding. There’s a light touch to both my elbows, and my eyes shift down to find that he’d silently reached for me. I allow the touch, but don’t dare go further, suspended in the fear of the unknown.

“You don’t have to be afraid to ask for that,” he murmurs quietly. Suddenly I’m very aware of the air we’re sharing, how close he’s gotten to me. His hands slide slowly to my upper arms, my breath hitching as the warmth of his palms bleed through even my heavy sweater.

The panic sets in before I can think this interaction through, before I can rationalize that maybe, just maybe he wants to be close to me, wants to touch me. Instead my eyes find the clock and seize the subject change before me. “Don’t you have Valkyrie training in five minutes?”

Azriel stills and follows my gaze to the clock. His jaw works once before the fleeting tension is gone. “You’re right. I should go.” He squeezes my upper arms gently before letting his hands drop. “Stay warm today. Wind is supposed to get bad, and temperatures will drop rapidly once the sun sets.”

I nod, giving him a brief smile. “Of course, you too. Stay warm, I mean.”

He returns my smile before leaving the room.

A whoosh of air leaves my lungs as soon as I’m alone again. Idiot. Silly, foolish girl.

—

Azriel was at his wits end.

He’d been pulling far more stops than his usual personality allowed, hadn’t he? She was certainly clever enough to notice that he was acting much differently around her, right? Had he just not been forward enough?

And still, she did not allow him closer, as close as two people could be. He'd given her every sign he could think of without embarrassing himself.

Impossible girl. Can’t you understand that all I want is to comfort and coddle you?

He must not have taken care to erase any tension in his expression by the time he touched down in the ring atop the House of Wind, because Cassian’s brows raised upon seeing him.

Azriel just had to cast him a cool look for his brother to relent, though he caught the half-smirk on the General’s face as he turned toward the group of priestesses warming up and began training.

It was during sparring that Nesta finally deigns to sidle up beside him as he watches a match. “So. What the hell’s going on between you and my sister?”

He stills for just a moment before erasing the reaction. He debates lying to his friend, but she’ll call him on it. He doesn't think she’ll warn him off her sister either, so finally he admits evenly, “Much less than I would like.”

The eldest Archeron huffs a laugh. “I appreciate you sparing me a lie. Honestly, Az? My sister is just supremely oblivious, clever as she is. If nothing else has worked at this point, you just need to lay one on her.”

He chokes and turns his head toward her. “I would never. Not without her express permission—”

She snorts, shaking her head. “Gods, males can be so boring. At the very least you need to sit her down and make sure she doesn’t leave until she understands exactly what your intentions are. Then you can lay one on her, if she’s amenable to it.”

Azriel takes a deep breath, letting the words sink into his turbulent mind. “I don’t want to scare her,” he admits after a pause.

“You won’t,” she replies instantly. “She’s not afraid of you, she never could be. In truth, my sister is scared of very little. But based on the fact that she’s never had a romantic attachment before, what seems like indifference is likely just borne out of nervousness.”

“I don’t want to make her nervous either.”

“It’s not you that does. It’s just—being vulnerable. Emotionally intimate with someone,” Nesta says. “Years of fighting with her have taught me that she’ll hide anything behind biting wit or a laugh and joke. I think that’s what makes it all the more difficult to understand.”

He doesn’t reply.

“But speaking not as her sister, she definitely is attracted to you,” Nesta continues. “Speaking as her sister?” He looks at her cool features. “Don’t fuck it up.” Then she stalks away to Gwyn and Emerie.

Azriel forces down a growl. Tonight. He'd do it tonight or hell, he'd go crazy from this dance around the line. He'd spent too many centuries wanting this, wanting companionship for him to squander an opportunity with, at last, a female that he connected so deeply with. A female that seemed to need his touch as badly as he needed hers.

So...yes. He'd had quite enough of waiting.

—

True to Azriel's word, it did end up being very cold today.

I forgo any ideas of taking a walk, but I did end up camping out in the warmth of Feyre's study, taking turns with her to organize some of her paperwork or play with Nyx on the floor. My nephew (and his poor parents) had had some rough nights due to the last dregs of his teething pain, but it was good to see him smiling and playing despite it all. Rhysand stopped in frequently, unable to stay from his mate and son for extended periods of time, and after the fourth time Feyre shooed him out with their laughing, squirming son in his arms.

Our bi-weekly dinner fell that evening. Usually I enjoyed it.

Usually.

The dinner was fine. But I was so chilled that I took the opportunity of warmth from any hot dish passed around to me. I shiver for the upteenth time as Azriel passes me the potatoes.

"Cold?" he murmurs close beside me, and I shiver again. Not from the cold, damn him.

"Freezing," I retort instead, scooping potatoes on my plate. "Doesn't Rhys have this place warded to hell? Why is it so drafty?"

Azriel chuckles lowly. "How do you know that it isn't just you?" he teases.

I shoot him a look. "No, no, Mr. 'Stay Warm Today', I'm quite certain it isn't."

He laughs again, and it warms me only temporarily. I finish before everyone else, per usual. Not only do I tend to eat fast, but I'm also not caught up in constant conversation. Bored, my eyes travel the room, around my friends. My family. Even in my relaxed, two-glasses-of-wine haze, my mind doesn't fail to notice how paired up they all seem to have gotten.

Feyre and Rhys feed a fussy Nyx in his highchair, Rhys's eyes roaming over his mate and child with unrepressed love. Cassian's arm was slung around Nesta's shoulder, my usually stoic sister slumped comfortably into his side. Varian looked down at Amren next to him like she was the most fascinating creature alive, which...wasn't entirely a subjective statement, considering her interesting history.

Even Elain was speaking in shy tones with Lucien, who watched her with amused adoration. I had been so proud of my younger sister for finally realizing that she could just as well choose him as not choose him. They were taking it slow, she'd been telling me recently, but she begrudgingly had found that her mate was, indeed, her perfect match.

But as with all my friends and family, my happiness for them comes at a cost. To myself.

I turn and opened my mouth to chase away the tightness in my chest, but found that the Spymaster next to me was turned away, engaging Mor in conversation on his other side.

I quickly clamp my mouth shut and instead go for my wine.

Gods, hadn't Feyre mentioned there was some sort of will-they won't-they situation between the two of them? Something that had been brewing for the five centuries they'd known each other? It was none of my business, of course, and I hardly paid attention, but even I noticed that it had been pretty consistently they-won't in the past few years of living here.

Right?

Azriel laughs at something she says, and suddenly I feel sick.

Cauldron. Was I going to be the only one left?

And even worse—had I also been imagining his forwardness with me as of late?

There's a rushing in my ears and I tune out completely, going blissfully blank.

I hardly recall cleanup. Or the migration to the living room. My body seems to draw itself to the fireplace, a hand lifting to drag a blanket off the back of an armchair as I settle on the floor before the flames.

And as I wrap the blanket around myself, shivering minutely, I can't bring myself to look at what I know I'll find behind me—each couple in the house cuddling for warmth.

—

Azriel's heart aches at the sight of her vibrating form in front of the fire.

He'd taken his place behind the armchair she usually sat in, hoping to finally coax her into having a conversation in the privacy of the hall. Or if things went well, his bedroom.

But instead he watched her walk as if unawake from the dining room to the fireplace in the living room. Unblinking. Not looking at anyone else.

He doesn't know what to do.

He also doesn't realize that a shadow had flitted to her until it came slinking back to his shoulder, whispering, Upset. Crying.

His heart broke. Oh, sweetheart.

He felt suspended in air, in time for a moment. Everyone was lounging, cuddling in their respective pairs, speaking quietly with one another. Distracted. So he took a gamble.

And silently pushed forward.

—

I felt him before I heard or saw him.

I lock up as I feel his warm body settle on the rug, not quite directly behind me, but not quite beside me either.

His touch was warm, intentional.

Mother, I needed intentional touch so badly.

I hadn't realize how upset I had gotten until the first cold tear spills down my cheek. I wipe hastily at it.

"Hey," he coos softly in my ear, his arm coming firmly around me and drawing me into him. I sniff, shooting a panicked glance over my shoulder since everyone was in the room right now. I barely register that his wings block any sight of the two of us from the rest of the room before his gentle hand guides my chin back to look up at him. "No one can see, sweet girl," he murmurs. "You're alright."

The lump tightens painfully in my throat as a second, third tear spill down my face. "Sorry," I mouth, unable to get any sound out.

"Stop," he whispers gently. "You're alright. You're safe." His hand slides to the back of my head and I let myself be guided to the shelter of his embrace, once again in his lap as I silently shake. "Are you feeling that way again?"

I nod silently.

He sighs. "Sweetheart. Why don't you just let me in?"

I untuck my wet face from his shoulder to glance confusedly up at him. "I...I am," I breathe. "You're—you're hugging me."

He shakes his head, cradling my face with both hands. "I mean: why don't you let me into that head of yours? That world? Most importantly, why can't you just let me into your heart?"

Said heart seems to stutter and stop beating.

There's a long moment where my lips don't form words, don't do anything except lay parted, slack. "What do you mean?" I finally blurt, a note of tightness in my voice.

His jaw works and he sighs heavily through his nose. "Sweetheart, is it so impossible to understand that this whole time you've found yourself lonely at the sight of everyone paired off that maybe I want to be that person for you? Your person?"

"Wh—you?" I sputter on a whisper as everything dawns, hell, practically crashes down upon me. The denial comes a split second after. "No."

"Yes."

My expression shutters in emotion. "There's no way—"

"There is," he murmurs with an adoring smile on his handsome face, thumbs brushing at my tears. "And you can't change that, ever. But what you can do is let me in."

I take a shuddery breath, in and out. "Let you in?"

He nods.

"Be my person?" I croak. "And I be yours?"

The words seem to have an effect on him, his chest puffing for a moment before deflating again. His hands cradle my face like I'm precious. I've never felt more so than in his lap. "Yes, sweet girl. Mine. And I, yours."

A release another uneven breath, feeling my body go warm all over. "I—I never thought that I...that you could want this with me. Could want me," I rasp.

He smiles. "But I do. I have for a long time."

I let out a little wet laugh. "Gods, I—" I shake my head. "I don't feel like asking questions right now. I've wanted you too, for so long. I just didn't want to delude myself, to make a fool of myself in front of you when you're so..."

He raises a brow but his eyes remain warm. "So?"

"So perfect, damn you," I finish, no real malice behind my words. When he laughs this time, I feel it seep directly through my chest and into my soul.

"You're the perfect one, sweetheart," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to my hairline like he had those weeks ago. "In more ways than one." He draws back to look at me, and I return his gaze with nothing but openness, with love. Then he breathes, "May I kiss you?"

Heat blooms across my cheeks, but I give him a little nod. "You may."

He dips his chin ever so slowly, and when his soft, full lips finally meet mine, my eyes slip shut. Tentative, and so gentle with me, he dares his tongue over my bottom lip. Though I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing, I let him through.

The first swipe of his tongue, this hungrier kiss sets my soul ablaze, his hands travel to wrap around my waist, drawing my chest against his.

We kiss quietly yet needy for Cauldron knows how long. All I know is that I’m breathless, fuzzy, and light by the time I draw away softly. He chases my lips a moment more before settling his forehead against mine.

Breathing the same air.

A giddy smile tugs at my features, and I giggle with blushing embarrassment. “They definitely know what’s going on,” I whisper, fighting the urge to peek. He chuckles lowly and draws me closer, depositing a kiss on my shoulder, my jaw, then my lips.

“I sent them out,” he replies. My brows raise. “I told Rhys mind-to-mind that if he didn’t get everyone out, I’d quit.”

A laugh bubbles up within me. “Liar. He just decided to have mercy on us. On me, at least.”

Azriel grins, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Boyish. Free.

“Kiss me again,” I whisper. And he does.

That night, he takes me to his room, scooping me under the covers and into his body. I’m too wired, too happy to fall asleep right away. It’s when I watch him slip into dreamland, the most relaxed I’ve seen him, that there’s a tug within my chest.

A soft glow flickers to life deep in my soul. I smile and let the tears fall as I feel what I think is the bond.

I settle in. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

•••

NOTE: i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it! i have an idea for a short series taking place post-ACOSF, where Reader is part of a group in Montesere that’s sort of adjacent to the Valkyries, and she comes to visit the Library, so I’ll start drafting if anyone is interested k love you bye! -diri

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[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Lucid Dreams llll ll

Notes: This is part seven of lucid dreams.

Warnings: child neglect ,child abuse. Mention of killing and blood.

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Sibling are supposed to be Close. Their supposed to know eachother. To share some kind of bond. If not through emotion. Then through blood.

You know that. And yet looking into the teary eyes of your brother you feel useless.

Because you know nothing....you should mean nothing to him. Especially because of how you've always treated him.

And yet his teary eyes search yours for comfort. And you want to give him that. To comfort him. To show him you care....but you don't know how?

If jason was in his place with tears in his eyes. Everything would be easier. You'd hug him. Tell him everything is going to be alright. You'd tell him that you'd revenge his mother....

But Kion is not Jason. You don't know Kion like you know Jason. You don't know the right words to comfort him. But you should.

Your his sister his blood. And yet looking into his eyes. You realize you don't even know his favorite color....

Hesitatently you make a step forward and embrace him in a hug...it's different then any hug you've ever had.

It feels right. Like your supposed to hug him. He's quick to react just like he is when he fights...

His smaller arms wrap around you tightly as if scared that to pull you'll away. You rest your head against the top of his. And you can almost feel how tight his chest is. Because he's trying not cry more.

He's trying not to look weak.

He shouldn't be holding back his tears. Atleast not while with you. Because he's supposed to be your brother. And your supposed to comfort him. But don't know how to explain what your thinking into words without it breaking the comforting silence.

But before long he's breaking the silence. And your heart clenched when you hear his voice break. Because nomatter how much you try to pretend you don't care. You do.

"Please come back......please choose me."

His words are desperately and his hold on you tightens. As if his grip will convince you. You understood what he means when he asks you to chose him. He's asking you to chose him over Jason.

But you can't.....can you?

Your heart hurts and you want to speak but you feel like you can't trust your voice. So you nod.

It's a dumb mistake. Why the hell would nod?nod? The he'll would you agree?

You don't know but you just did. And he sighs and you can tell his chest isn't as tight anymore.

He looks up at you. And his eyes are filled with pain. But also love?

Your emotions confuse you. Why would you agree to go with him? Jason needs you.

But does he? He has a loving family. Something that Kion doesn't. Kion needs you more right?

You sigh you should chose Jason. He's always been there. But then there's Kion. And you've never even given Kion a chance....

And Kion is blood...and he loves like a brother should but so does Jason....

Your head begins hurting and you don't want to think about it anymore. But you don't think about your upcoming headache for long before you see a car far in the distance with their brights on.

Kion hesitatently pulls away from you and begins speaking.

"I'll be waiting for you at the big tower. At the square until sun rise....don't keep me waiting sister........please?"

And his words are desperately as he steps back into the shadows. He knows you don't really want to go with him. He knows you love Jason.

He just hopes you love him more.....

He's gone before you can say anything. And the car that was once into the distance is now much closer. You already know who it is.

And you really don't want to get in but there already infront of you.

"Get in." They say and there voice isn't as rude as it normally is. No, now it's pleading.

You reluctantly get in because your tired and your head hurts.

Getting into the expensive black car. You buckle up and don't spare them a glance. You don't want to talk to them. And you hope they don't talk to you.

But sadly you hoping doesn't stop them from speaking up.

"Where were you planning on going?"

Bruce asks and when you look at him his blue eyes aren't as cold as they usually are. No, now they hold....warmth?

"Anywhere away from my mother and you."

You say and you watch as your words hit him. And he tries to remain stoic but you can tell your words hurt him.

Good. You want him to feel what you've felt for years on end.

Your not angry anymore ,no. You feel nothing for him or your mother anymore. You won't waste your time or emotional on them anymore.

Not when you have much bigger problems.

You can Bruce feels bad. He probably wants to redeem himself. To be a father to you. And that thought almost makes you smile. How pathetic of them to want to change now.

It's too late. And you'll show them soon.

"I'm sorry....for everything."

Bruce words ring throughout the expensive car and the make a shiver roll down your spine.

How long have you prayed to hear those words?

How long have you felt you needed those words?

Oh! but it's too late now.....

"Being sorry doesn't change anything."

Your voice is so sharp. You've never talked to him like that. You've always bowed your head. Always gave in. Always been weak.

Your words hurt him no doubt and he doesn't know what to say. And you want to laugh but that'll ruin your moment.

For once the incredible batman has nothing smart to say? Perfect.

"Fear is a powerful thing....it can make people do cruel things....like hurt a child. Ruin a child.... Neglect a child." You say and he's stunned.

His grip on the steering wheel tightens. He didn't know that you knew he was afraid of you. And maybe if he'd pay more attention to you. He would have seen how good you can read people.

Even him.

"Your right....and I'm sorry I have no excuse for my actions."

He wants to say something else. Sometimes more powerful then just sorry. But he can't he doesn't know how. He doesn't know how to be your father.

And when he glances at you he can see you don't want him to be your father.

Atleast not anymore.

How long have you looked at him with such hate? How long has it been since you stopped looking at him with respect? He doesn't know.

For once he does fucking know.

You sigh you want this conversion to end. But you don't want to bow your head like a submission pet.

So you speak again.

"You always feared the wrong thing. You always thought I'd hurt someone hurt you or someone in the family.....and for a long time I was scared of myself too...but soon enough I realized that I wasn't a monster. That's just what you pictured me as."

now your words hit stronger then any punch Bruce has ever received.

No longer mister smarter pants huh? You want to say.

But you keep your mouth shut. Not wanting to ruin the sting of your words. He stays silent the whole ride home to the manor.

Finally arriving at the manor you quickly exit the car and make your way into the manor. You see everyone in the living room and they all looked relieved that your back.

For the first time ever you see them look happy to see you. You want to roll your eyes but your grandfather walks up to you with such a loving look that you don't want to seem like a brat.

Atleast not infront of him.

"Why didn't you come to me?"

His voice is quiet and you can tell he's been worried. And that makes you feel terrible. You can tell he knows what happened. He always does.

You've always came to him first. Always. So why not now?

"I just needed some time alone."

Your honest. you have no reason to lie. You could've also said that the first place they would've looked for you is with him. But he probably already knows that.

He nods and he knows he shouldn't push you farther. You can clearly see he wants to say something.

But he holds his tongue figuring its better to ask when your both alone.

You catch a glimps of jason sitting on the couch. He's bandaged up and he's looking at you clearly worried. You wonder if they've told him what happened.

What your mother did to you. Or if they just told him that you ran away.

Either way he's looking at you with the same kindness and adoration he always has. And your heart clenches.

He shouldn't be here worried about you. He should be in bed. Resting. Not worried about you at 2am.

You know that if he wasn't hurt he'd be the first one looking for you.

Your eyes don't stay him longer than a second. Because they can't bare the thought of what your about to do....of how your leaving him.

Everyone in the room is silent. And you couldn't cut the tension with the sharpest sword.

Your the first to speak.

"I'm going to bed." Your voice is strong and everyone knows better then to speak up or decline. But you can tell their shocked.

They probably figured you'd want to stay with your grandfather like you always do when your fighting with your mother.

But you can't stay with him... you know he'll convince you to stay once he figures out what your doing.....and plus you need to pack.

As you walk up the stairs you see jason try and stand as if to follow you to room but dick pushes. Him back down on the couch.

And for once your grateful for something dicks has done.

Because you know that if you were to even talk to Jason for a second you wouldn't leave...

Because nomatter how much you try and deny it...blood isn't thicker than water...

Atleast Not when it comes to Jason.

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[devondespresso]

Let Me Raise The Bar

T | 3,602 words | Steddie | also on ao3! | Modern AU, Meet Cute, Fluff

This fic is for the @strangerthingswritersguild fic exchange, by @starryeyedjanai and @devondespresso. Thank you to @dreamwatch and @bubblesandink for betaing for me!! <3

dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

edit: oh my god i forgot the keep reading the first time im so sorry guys

This night is going terribly.

He keeps telling himself he’ll delete all his dating apps for good, but the prospect of being alone forever always has him re-downloading them.

Right now, he’s remembering why he hates them so much.

He hates Tinder, specifically—guys on Tinder only want to fuck. And if that was what he was looking for, that’d be fine, great even!

But he wants a relationship and guys on Tinder will say they want one too and then turn around and leave right after they get what they want.

At least guys on Grindr are upfront about it being just a hookup—no one’s getting their hopes up or feelings hurt when it turns out to be just that.

Tinder guys will take you on a date and pretend to be interested in you as a person and then won't fucking text back after they leave your apartment the next morning. It’s annoying and it’s frustrating and it’s a waste of Steve's fucking time at this point.

And this guy tonight isn't even trying to pretend. He tried to get Steve to blow him in his apartment building garage before they even left for the date and he really should have taken that for the red flag that it was.

But Steve looks good, and he did his hair routine that takes entirely too fucking long for no one to appreciate it.

His date drives him to this hole in the wall restaurant that Steve must have passed a million times on the bus ride to his job without ever noticing.

He thought he might be able to turn things around when they got there—it’s a small Italian place, a real family-owned type vibe to it. He knows before he even orders that the food is going to be some of the best he’s tasted since moving here.

He tries asking the typical first date questions to get to know him, but his date keeps giving him short answers. So he switches to talking about himself a little, but then he realizes his date’s been staring at his mouth the whole time he’s been talking and Steve finally snaps that he isn't getting into his pants.

Steve breathes out a deep sigh as his “date” gets up and goes to the bathroom. Some fucking date this is—they haven't even gotten their fucking food yet. What a disaster.

“Hey,” he hears their waiter—Eddie, his nametag reminds Steve when he looks up—say after a minute of his date being gone. “I hate to be the bearer of super bad news, but I just saw your date slip out the back door, and I don't know if he’s planning on coming back.”

There's a lilt of sympathy in his voice and Steve can't help but snort.

“Of course he did,” Steve says. “Why can't guys just be upfront about what they want? It would save everyone so much time.”

He’s not looking for an answer, but Eddie's mouth twists and he says, “Guys are stupid. I mean, they’d have to be to give up the chance to get to know someone as cute as you.”

Steve can't really muster up a smile at the pity, so he says, “Well, whatever the case, he was my ride home, so I think I need to call a Lyft now. Can you box the food up and bring me the check?” At least he’ll have lunch for tomorrow, which doesn't feel like an adequate consolation prize for how shitty he feels right now.

Eddie shakes his head and says, “There’s no way I’m letting you pay for such a shitty date.” Steve opens his mouth to protest, but Eddie continues, “Tell you what, my shift ends in ten minutes. Why don't I show you how I’d treat you if we went on a date.”

Steve's heart thuds in his chest, a flicker of hope in this incredibly dull evening. “Seriously?” he asks.

Eddie nods. “Think of it as a trial run. See if I rank good enough for a real one.” He winks and Steve finds himself nodding dumbly, still shocked at the rapid turn of events.

“Okay,” Steve says, kind of breathless.

Eddie heads back to finish cleaning up his other tables before he ends his shift, and Steve fills Robin in over text about what happened.

He’s still waiting for a response when Eddie shows back up with two plates of food, setting one in front of Steve and the other where his date sat before sliding into the chair across from him.

He’s wearing a different shirt, Steve realizes. It also looks like he attempted to wrangle his curly hair into something more manageable, maybe sprayed some water on it to smooth it down.

The thought that this guy, this random guy who happened to be his waiter on this horrific night, would put in more effort than his previous date makes Steve's cheeks get hot.

Maybe this night really can turn around.

“Alright, names. Hi, I'm Eddie.” Eddie says, sticking his hand out across the table cartoonishly for a handshake. Steve suppresses a laugh and takes Eddie’s hand with a smile.

“Steve.” He says, and Eddie’s eyes brighten before he takes his hand back.

“So, Steve, what do you do for fun?” Eddie says, leaning forward slightly with vibrant confidence, tone feeling more and more noticeably rehearsed as he goes. “Other than light up the room with that smile, of course.”

Steve huffs a laugh, blushing despite himself.

“You practice that one a lot?”

Eddie shrinks back a little, still smiling even as he messes with the hair on the back of his neck, already starting to ruffle what he’d tried to tame.

“Yeah, it’s uh…”

“It’s sweet.” Steve leans in a little closer himself, trying to match the effort Eddie keeps putting in. “Almost as sweet as the smile you're wearing.”

Eddie flushes pink and lets out a little “Thank you” to cover a nervous laugh—and christ, Steve is already hooked.

Steve hums and grabs his fork to start eating and Eddie mirrors him.

“Thank you for this by the way.” Steve continues, “Tonight's been… ugh, you know.”

“A special kind of shitty?”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, “So all this is… really nice.”

“I'm glad.” Eddie says, voice soft before he shrugs and continues casually “M’hoping I’ll at least do better than the last guy.”

“Yeah, of course, you haven’t even asked me to blow you yet or anything.”

Eddie turns red and busts out a nervous laugh, looking away immediately. God, he’s so fucking cute.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm not–” Eddie looks back at him, nervous still, but sincere anyway, “That's not exactly my style.”

“You a wine and dine kinda guy?”

Eddie shrugs lightly, then he seems to get an idea, leaning in again with a smile “Actually– ideally, I'm a dine and mine kinda guy.”

A smile takes over Steve’s face that he can’t fully tamp down, a little flustered and a lot amused.

Eddie preens, then continues with a shy smile.

“Though, uh, usually it's more dine and…” Eddie pauses, “Pine. Dine and pine. You know, like pining.”

Steve makes his face relax as he nods and leans back. “Oh, yeah, like the tree.”

Eddie stops and looks at Steve, and soon Steve’s smile breaks out again.

“No, I know what you mean.” He says with a little laugh that Eddie quickly mirrors.

Eddie visibly relaxes, slouching overdramatically to the side with a sigh.

“God, I swear I’m usually good at this sort of thing, words and stories and shit,” He groans, gesturing around almost like he’s talking to himself, “But apparently I meet one pretty boy and suddenly I’ve got screws loose. And they’re all falling out, all across the floor, ‘there they go!’, y’know?”

Steve bites back a snicker and hums a quiet agreement. Eddie notices, though, looks up and sees right to Steve’s amusement, so Steve decides to save them both the embarrassment and move on.

“So your job. You like it here?

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” Eddie says, perking up and gesturing as he starts talking, “The owners are really cool, they were our neighbors– Wayne’s—my uncle’s—neighbors when I first moved in with him, way way back, and they were so chill, loved having people over. Then one time in highschool I mentioned saving up ‘cause I’m trying to make it big with my band, and they offered to give me a job here while we get there.”

“That’s awesome. Your band any good?”

“Depends on who you ask.” Eddie laughs, playing with the food on his plate, “Wayne says we’re pretty good, which is probably the equivalent of moms showing up to their toddler’s dance recitals, but it’s something.”

“Where'd you guys play?”

“The Hideout, a couple blocks down…”

Steve nods.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, pretty fun if you ever wanted to stop by.“

“Sounds like a great second date.”

Eddie blushes, playing with his hair again as he smiles and looks away.

“I’ll probably have to wear earplugs– not because of your band or–”

“No, no, no, you’re good–” Eddie says, almost jumping up to reassure him, “It’s metal, that’s normal– good, even.”

“Oh– good.” Steve says, a bit awkwardly, and looks back down to his food.

Eddie leaves barely a moment of silence before he pulls the conversation back together.

“So what about you? You just a professional bad-Tinder-dater?”

Steve huffs and fiddles with his fork.

“Guidance counselor, actually.”

“Oh damn, really?”

“Yeah, Middle school.”

“Oh god,” Eddie groans playfully, “I can't imagine going back there willingly.”

“Yeah, I mean, it can get pretty rough,” Steve shrugs, “It's good though. Kids start thinking about who they are, I get to try and make that a little less shitty.”

“That’s a tall order.” Eddie laughed into his glass. “I respect it though. Hell, just having a queer adult exist around me would’ve made a lot of it easier.”

“God, yeah. I've got practice, at least, for when they need more than just some guy standing around in an office.” he laughed, pulling out sarcastic air quotes for the next part, “ I ‘babysat’ kids in middle school before I graduated. Bunch of little shits but they were good kids– still are good. They're like four years younger than me though, so they're more like siblings than kids.”

“Yeah, bet they don't take well to ‘kids’.”

“Oh, they hate it.” Steve laughed and Eddie followed with him, “Always hated it, but Dustin put his foot down after highschool. Rob and I call them my ‘twenty-somethings’ now.”

“God, wait, how old are you?” Eddie laughed

“Twenty-six.”

Eddie laughed a little louder, a lively and full laugh that looked enchanting on Eddie.

“You'd love them, they're all–

Steve’s phone buzzes.

Both of them look over to it on the table. Steve moves it to the seat next to him, looked up to Eddie with an apologetic smile.

His phone buzzes again.

And again, and soon Eddie’s eyes flick in that direction, eyebrow quirking with barely-restrained curiosity.

Then Steve’s phone starts ringing, the electric guitars of Hammer To Fall creeping up in volume way too fast for comfort.

“Sorry–” Steve cringes, grabbing his phone and answering the call in a furious whisper, “Robin, are you dying?”

“No, but thank you for confirming that you aren’t.”

“I texted you what happened.”

“Yeah and it was vague as hell! I reserve the right to be a worrywart with this shit.”

“Yeah, I know.” Steve sighs, but can’t really argue with her on it. “This was going well, though–”

“Is.” Eddie chimes in, not trying to be loud enough for the phone to pick it up, just for Steve to hear him clearly.

“Is going well.” Steve smiles.

“Oooo okayyy.” Robin hums and Steve can hear her cheeky smile through the phone.

“Goodbye, Robin.” Steve says, failing a half-assed attempt to cover his amusement.

“Oh wait no, tell him if he tries anything I’ll–”

“M’not doing that.”

“I will though, I’ll go after him–”

“Oh woah you’re breaking up, can’t hear you.” Steve deadpans.

“Steve, I know–”

“Love you, bye–”

“Steeeeve–”

“Don’t pull your hair out.” Steve says and hangs up, coming back to the present to Eddie watching him, thankfully looking amused instead of annoyed.

“Sorry about that.” Steve says.

“No, no, it’s fine.” Eddie leans forward again, propping his head up in one hand, “So… friend?”

“Best friend, has to be to get away with shit like that so easily.”

Eddie snorts.

“What was she calling about?”

“I wasn’t clear that this new date thing was gonna be a good thing.”

Eddie nods civilly.

“She worries,” Steve continues, “Fuckin’ tinder dates, y’know?”

“Uh, not really….” Eddie smiles.

“Good for you. They’re all the same asshole in a different haircut.” Steve says, and Eddie smiles, laughing a little with him before continuing with something calmer, a little more earnest.

“Then why keep going to them?”

Steve shrugs.

“Call me an optimist, I guess.”

Eddie hums noncommittally, like he’s thinking more than he’s sharing, and continues the conversation in a lighter direction.

_

The rest of the date is wonderful. A little less chaotic, especially once they start finally eating their food for real, but what it lacks in eventfulness it makes up for in comfort. They’re not exactly quiet, but Eddie’s energy always comes with a sincerity underneath, like he’s bold and fun because he just is, and not because he’s making himself be.

It’s refreshing. And as the night goes on, it becomes intoxicating.

So when Eddie offers to save him the Lyft fee and just drive Steve home, Steve agrees, just to get a little longer in Eddie’s bubble.

Eddie leads him through the restaurant and out the back into a small parking lot with a handful of cars and one big van, decorated with a clearly hand-painted dragon on the side. Which, of course, ends up being Eddie’s.

“Dustin would love this thing.” Steve says as he hops into the passenger’s seat, not really thinking twice about it as he looks at the interior, eyes lingering on the big fuzzy dice with too many sides hanging from the mirrors.

“So Dustin is…?”

“A Twenty-something.” Steve laughs as he spins the fuzzy dice to see all of its sides. “He’s like my little brother. Loves DnD and science and… all the nerd shit.”

“Nerd shit?”

“Yeah, I mean– it's not my thing but it’s cool. I’ve played with Dustin and them a couple times.”

“Oooo, a bit of a nerd, are we?” Eddie hums in a weird, almost witchy voice.

“Casually.”

“Mmm, but you’re already down the path~~”

“Just drive, dude.” Steve says with a fond eye roll.

“As you wish, your majesty.” Eddie hums in his normal voice, giving Steve a glowing glance before shoving the keys in.

“Alright, I'm about to push your nerd-tolerance to its limits.” Eddie says, pulling out his phone with a grin. He connects it to the car and quickly turns it down before drums and guitar erupt from the speakers, and Steve flinches at the volume.

“Sorry, sorry.” Eddie whispers and turns down the music again.

Steve nods, and after a second of the music playing much more quietly, he finds it much more comfortable. Nice, even. The energy is quick and alive like Eddie is, though the aggressive vocals fit his outward aesthetic more than his borderline goofy demeanor.

“It’s not the music, I promise.” Steve says, saying it casually but meaning it sincerely.

“You’re fine, I get it.” Eddie laughs, a little too cynically for Steve’s liking.

“No, I–” Steve reaches for Eddie’s hand between them, intertwining fingers and bringing both hands up between them, “I’m serious, I like it. My head’s a little sensitive, been hit a few too many times, but it’s nice. It’s bold and very energetic… stuff that I already like about you.”

Eddie blushes hard—a sweet cherry pink—as he slouches, bringing their joined hands closer to his face like he’s trying to hide behind them. Eddie rests his forehead against the back of Steve’s hand and huffs a quiet laugh.

“God, you’re quite the charmer, Stevie.” Eddie says, and Steve finds his face warming too.

“And I’m guessing it’s working?” Steve laughs.

Eddie looks up at him, smiling wide.

“Oh, it’s working very well.” Eddie says, and brings their hands closer to him again to plant a soft kiss onto Steve’s hand.

Steve’s face goes warm again, lights him on fire, and Eddie’s smile turns slightly smug before he looks away.

“Alright,” Eddie says, looking back to the front to drive but not letting go of Steve’s hand. He even reaches his left arm over to change the gears, leaning into how silly he looks to make Steve laugh.

It’s sweet, it's genuine, and it's everything to Steve.

Eddie starts driving, hand still firmly holding onto Steve’s, neither of them willing to let go first. Steve looks at it as Eddie drives, splitting most of his attention between their hands, Eddie’s profile lit up by the colorful city lights, and the road ahead as he navigates Eddie to his apartment.

And if they miss a turn or two because Steve’s tired brain doesn’t want to watch the damn road? Eddie doesn’t mention it.

_

“Alright.” Eddie says, putting the car into park with his left hand again, though far less comically now.

He sits there for a second, quiet like something’s on his mind, so Steve waits.

“Okay, uh,” Eddie starts, looking vaguely down as he wanders through what he wants to say, “I had fun, I’m assuming by how the nights gone that you did, too…”

Steve squeezes Eddie's hand, and Eddie laughs.

“I had a really great time. And I want to do this again, if you want to.” Eddie glances up at Steve for a second before his eyes dart away again. “But I want to be sure you’re… you’re not being an optimist with me. That you want want this, y’know, because you're an amazing guy, Stevie. I don’t know how you keep having such shit luck but believe me when I tell you it's not because of you.”

Eddie looks back up at him again and keeps his gaze there, looking more relaxed now.

“So, uh, I would love to take you out again.” Eddie says, “If you want to.”

If he wants to, as if that's not the most romantic thing Steve’s heard in his life.

Steve almost says that. He also debates kissing him or pulling him into an awkward hug over the center console that he’s sure would be put up with no matter how uncomfortable it’d be. But Steve doesn’t, because Eddie continues before Steve can make a decision.

“What do you want?”

Steve resists the urge to say a cheesy ‘You’ and thinks about it, really thinks so he can put together words that make sense, so he can give Eddie a real answer.

“I want a long relationship. A real one, y’know?”

Eddie nods.

“And I want to get married, someday. I want someone who’ll stay that long, who will love and let me love them, all cheesy and clingy and shit.”

Eddie hums, searching Steve’s face.

“And?”

Steve looks down at the joined hands between them.

“And I’d love if it were you. You’re sweet, so sweet, but you’re also… alive. Everything you do, you’re…” Steve thinks hard for a moment, working out how to phrase it. “It’s like the world doesn’t weigh you down. And you’re so genuine and you’ll come and say what you mean like it’s nothing, and I think every one of the people in my life—my favorite people—would love being around you almost as much as I do.”

Steve looks back up to him, face hot with another intense flush, and tries to smile casually.

“Hate to break it to you, dude, but you’re kinda my perfect man.”

Eddie huffs a breathy laugh, face painted with disbelief and wonder.

“Okay, then. Case closed.”

“Yeah,” Steve hums, with as much fondness as possible. Steve leans in across the center console, bringing a hand up slowly, trying to signal that he’s leaning in for a kiss.

It takes Eddie a second, and Steve gets to watch him look down at Steve’s hand and look at Steve leaning in, gets to see the moment it clicked before Eddie lunges to meet him halfway and then some, making the hand that was supposed to cradle Eddie’s face hold onto the seat beneath him to keep their balance.

Eddie kisses him hard at first, bringing a hand up to card through Steve’s hair, excited and alive. Then Eddie seems to come back to his senses, moving back but taking Steve with him until they’re both leaning over the center again.

Their kiss softens, intensity melting out into fondness, gentle but passionate, warm and Steve wants to melt from it.

Still, Steve’s going home tonight, going to go upstairs to Robin and tell her all about it. He’ll get to have a good night's sleep in a bed that doesn’t need cleaning, and he’ll get to wake up to the idea of something new brewing fresh in his mind.

Steve pulls back gently and Eddie does the same, eyes flicking open one after the other, a smile on Steve’s face and another lighting up Eddie’s.

Steve catches his breath, feeling lighter now than he has in ages, and Eddie opens his mouth to say something again.

“Does this mean I can get your number?”

[86espresso]

quinn hughes x drunk!gf!reader

sum ; you’re horny and drunk and sad and quinn won’t let you kidnap a stray animal

warnings ; no proper title because i suck, slightly suggestive but no smut, kissing (yay), casually brining up kids bc we’re locked in like that, distracted driving! gawd please don’t do that

a/n ; they should invent a quinn that is real

w/c ; 783

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“Please. I’ll give you road head.”

Quinn laughed.

“Tempting. But still, no.”

You pout, turn away from him, and stare out the window. Watching the blurred lights flash in front of you made you dizzy, so you shut your eyes.

Quinn saying ‘no’ to you was a rarity, and you told yourself not to get used to it, but he’s always treated you like such a princess, it was hard not to. In this case, it was an alley cat you found and quickly made friends with after leaving the club and calling Quinn to come and pick you up. He had to pry you away from the poor cat and he tried to explain to you that you can’t just take a random cat off the streets, but you weren’t having any of it.

He also made sure that all of your friends had their safe rides home, ever the charge-taker, and you thought that that was very sexy of him. You would’ve jumped his bones right then if you weren’t so upset about the cat.

“C’mon, baby, don’t be upset,” he says, softly, putting his hand back on your thigh after you brushed it off. “What if he belonged to someone else?”

“It was a she. I checked.” You huff again, arms crossing half because you were cold and half because you wanted to show Quinn how upset you were. He notices the movement out of his periphery and turns the heat up.

“That’s gross.”

“You’re gross. Quinny, I really want that cat.”

He sighed. “Sweetheart, a cat is also a responsibility, don’t you think? And plus, it would take your attention off of me. Can’t have that.”

Quinn was joking but it flew over your head.

“That’s ridiculous, what will you do when we have kids?” You let his hand stay on your thigh this time, and it feels nice.

“Baby, that’s different and you know it.”

His car slows to a stop in the driveway of your home before you even notice that you’re there. He unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to you fully.

“Tell you what, we’ll go to the store tomorrow and buy you one, yeah?” He reaches forward and places a hand on your cheek, which you gratefully nuzzle into. “You cool with that, sweet girl?” The use of ‘sweet girl’ brings your attention to his preposition. You pretend to think for a second before grinning at him.

“Yeah.” You turn your head to kiss his hand. “I’m cool with that.”

Quinn’s heart warms at the action before he notices the look in your eye. The one where you wanted—needed—a kiss desperately. He always waited for you to ask, though.

“Anything else you want, sweet girl?”

“Kiss me?”

And he complied immediately, not wanting to keep you away from anything else that you wanted. His lips met yours in a soft, closed mouthed kiss that sent you reeling for more.

His hand drops from your face and down your shoulders to your waist. Your hands cup his face, feeling the texture of his stubble under your fingertips, and it feels wonderful.

Your lips open slightly to ask Quinn to deepen the kiss and he does, his tongue slipping into your mouth and caressing your gently. One of your hands slips down to his shirt to grip it while you move to climb on his lap. You giggle and pull away when you realize that Quinn was pulling you into his lap at the same time and it caused you both to knock heads together. Quinn smiled at the sound. Luckily, neither of you were hurt.

His heart burst at the sight of you in front of him, drunk and giggly, snug and perfect in his lap. You lean in to connect your lips again and you slowly make out for a minute. You feel yourself getting needier at his warm hands on your back and in your hair and his intoxicating lips, so you grind down on him to get some sort of relief.

“This,” he pulls away abruptly and holds your hips in place so you stop moving them, “is what we’re not going to do tonight.”

“I can’t have anything,” you grumble, your brows furrowing at him rejecting you twice.

He laughs, his lips moving to the apple of your cheek.

“You’re drunk, baby,” kiss. “My girl,” his kisses trail to the tip of your nose, “will get everything she wants,” kiss to your cheek, “when she’s all fresh and sober,” kisses on your jaw and back to your lips.

You hold out your pinkie indignantly and he laughs, connecting his with yours and bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it

[alwaysanundertone]

Love can be overwhelming | poly! marauders x reader

angst

word count: 1.4 k

CW: mention of abusive household

tag list: @reggieswriter @call-me-mishi @moonyxoxo

part 1, part 2, part 3

Losing a Quidditch game usually resulted in James and Sirius taking their anger out on you, which you didn’t mind at all, but today was different. This time, Remus wasn’t going to leave you with the boys, Sirius was clearly upset with you, and James was probably going to be pissed for the loss.

You took a deep breath, taking Remus’s hand in yours and going straight to your dorm, waiting for your other boyfriends. You were pacing the room in front of Remus, the anxiety eating you alive; what you hated the most was the fact that you knew for sure that Sirius was mad at you.

“I’m an awful person, Rem, I couldn’t give Siri the attentions he needed when he was in pain“

“That’s right, you didn’t!” Sirius entered your room, James behind him. “I thought that being in a polyamorous relationship meant that I could count on three people when I was sad, instead you left me with poor James, do you want to stop this relationship now? So that you and Remus can go live happily ever after?! What the fuck, Y/N”

You felt your breath quicken, you knew that if he kept this up, you were going to break. “Sirius, you have to understand that- “

“No! None of that, I don’t want to hear it! You know what, Y/N? You’re just as heartless as everybody says, I was just too blind to see how the rumours were true.” You felt a pang to your chest, you knew that Sirius didn’t mean what he was saying, but it hurt you still. You spent your whole life battling against the fact that you usually didn’t know how to show love to the people you cared about, but you thought you’ve been good to them, you thought that all your efforts were seen. “You don’t give a fuck about other people’s wellbeing; you didn’t even ask me what happened! If we lost today, it was all your fault, you’re a self-centred-“

“Knock it off, Black. You don’t get to treat her like that! Just because your family is treating you like shit doesn’t mean you have to make everybody else feel what you’re feeling.”

“Remus, you’re the one to talk” You whipped your head in James’s direction. “You are the reason behind this mess, if you could control your stupid instincts everything would have been fine, and we’d be here celebrating our victory”

He scoffed. “Yeah, because it’s my fault if you both suck at Quidditch, isn’t it?” They kept on bickering, but you weren’t listening to them anymore, your mind too focused on Sirius words. You hated yourself for not being enough for them, maybe Dorcas was right, maybe you should have thought about it before diving headfirst in a poly relationship; you weren’t even sure if you were made for a relationship, period.  

“What, Y/N, too focused on yourself to care about our feelings?”

You decided you had enough, you needed time to think, and Sirius anger wasn’t helping you at all. “You know what? Yes, I am, because the ones who were supposed to love me just treated me like everybody else. So go fuck yourself, next time you’ll need me, I’ll be gone” You stormed off their dorm, running to your room and casting a spell, leaving them behind.

As you were about to start sobbing, Dorcas entered the room, sighing as she saw you on your bed. “You were right, Cas, maybe I’m not made for a relationship”

She shook her head, hugging you tightly. “Shh, don’t think about it now, okay? Tomorrow you’ll have time to process all of this, now you just have to rest.” She started scratching your back, singing a lullaby, and you found yourself falling in a deep slumber.

“Hey, Y/N” You mumbled something, covering your face with the duvet. “Y/N. It’s 2 P.M., you have to start studying”

That made you sit up so quickly, you felt dizzy. “Shit, the test” How could  you be so dumb?  Sacrificing all of the work you put to ace this test for a stupid fight was really pathetic, even for you.

“Yeah, the test, listen I finished your notes and made you some flashcards, now you just have to start studying, but first you should eat-“

The idea of seeing the marauders made you physically ill. “I don’t want to go-“

“Yes, I know, I brough you some food” She shook a paper bag in front of you. The fact that she spent her morning doing your work and even brought you food made you feel really close to crying, and she noticed it. “Nope, no more crying. I know you, you’re about to thank me, don’t do that! I’m your best friend, I love you and this is nothing, okay? I just want you to be happy, and I know you will feel like shit if you don’t pass this test. So, start studying, okay?” She kissed the top of your head. “I got to go, Marlene’s waiting for me. Love you, bye!”

She left you on the bed, staring at the now closed door.

You looked at the sandwich: she knew you too well, if she didn’t bring you food you wouldn’t have eaten, but since she brought it to you, you felt guilty.

You pulled out your flashcards and started eating, you could be heartbroken, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to fail for your stupid feelings.

Meanwhile, Sirius just woke up. His head was feeling heavy, but most of all, he was regretting every single thing he said to you. Deep down, he knew that you were just trying to be there for everyone, and that it wasn’t an easy task. Remus didn’t control his instincts; he couldn’t blame him for being clingy.

“Someone’s decided to grace us with his presence” The werewolf was looking down at him, his brows furrowed: he knew that look, he was mad.

“I’m so, so sorry” And just like that came the tears. Remus was stubborn, but if there was something that made him cave, that was his lovers’ tears, so he hugged him close to his chest. “I was awful to you yesterday, Y/N is going to leave us, I know it, and I hate to be the one to do this to you. If you want to leave me I will understand”

James scoffed. “Leave you? You really think we are this heartless? We know you didn’t want to act like that, Sirius. We just want to know what is happening, and then we’ll go and apologize to Y/N”

Remus scratched his head. “Thing is, I don’t know how we will get to her. I went to her room earlier and Cas was about to physically fight me”

“She won’t fight us, Rem, for God’s sake we’re Y/N’s boyfriends, she can’t stand between us. Back to you, Sirius, can you tell us why you acted that way?”

The long-haired man sighed. “It’s just- You know how awful the relationship with my family is, and I know it’s wrong but when I get their letters I don’t want to talk about it, I just expect everyone to know how I’m feeling and what to do about it. So, when she wasn’t there for me this time, I lashed out. Rationally, I know that Remus wasn’t being clingy because he didn’t want to share her, but because he gets super protective during the full moon. I hate myself for treating her that way, for using her weakness against  her, but I didn’t know how to communicate how I was feeling, so I just took my anger out on her, in the wrong way” He chuckled sadly. “If I was her, I’d break up with me.”

James shook his head. “She’s too good for her own good, Sirius, you know she won’t ever leave you. But we’ll have to talk it out, you know? You’ll have to be vulnerable, and I know  it’s difficult, but you’ll have to try for us”

Sirius nodded, everything for you. James pulled out the map, but as soon as he saw your name, gasped.

“What? What have you seen?”

“Y/N is in the infirmary” They exchanged a look, running out of their dorm room.