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[zillasafe]

🌀Cavalcade of Corpses Chapter 10!!🌀

This was meant to take longer but the brain worms got me…

[scarlethexelove]

Help Me Forget

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1841

Warnings: Talks of death, Not understanding emotions, depression, comfort, smut, Intersex!Natasha, P in V, soft sex, sex used as a distraction, Soft!Nat, Unprotected sex

A/n: So this was a request for someone going through a hard time. Hopefully this helps a little and you like it.

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You lay in bed because it is all you can think of doing. Not wanting to move from what little comfort you are getting from the blankets nestled around you. Your emotions are wildly all over the place and you don’t know how to feel. A numb feeling taking over but at the same time you want to cry. So you stay here unmoving curled up and hidden away. 

Natasha has been looking all around for you. Normally you always join her for breakfast after she has finished her workout. But as she entered the kitchen you weren’t to be found. She checks all the places that you would normally hang out but you weren’t in any of them. So she makes her way back to your shared bedroom. 

The door slowly creaked open as Nat made her way into the room. The door softly closed behind her. She can see your form on the bed, the slight rise and fall as you breathe. “Malyshka?” She calls out cautiously to you. When you don’t reply she gets closer to the bed checking to see if maybe you are asleep. You don’t move as she comes into view and she can now see that you're awake. 

Nat crouches down in front of you and she can see the distant look in your eyes as tears shine. “Detka what’s wrong?” Your eyes slowly drift to hers that are full of concern. Your lip trembles as the tears escape your eyes. Nat quickly slots in front of you on the tiniest part of the bed. Pulling you into her chest. Your tears soaking into the skin of her chest. She lets you cry, kissing the top of your head and whispering sweet words. It all feels too much in the moment. You pull back quickly wiping the fallen tears. “Sorry.” You mumble as you sit up and shuffle away letting her have more space. “Malyshka please what’s wrong?” She gently strokes your cheek. 

You don’t speak. It’s hard to find the words that you want to say. You feel so much comfort from Nat being there but you also feel so overwhelmed and somehow numb at the same time. It’s so confusing and jarring for you that you don’t know what to do or say. But Nat doesn’t push you. She continues to gently stroke your cheek with her thumb as you unconsciously nuzzle into her hand. 

“My friend died.” You mumble breaking the once silent room. “Oh malyshka, I’m so sorry.” Nat shuffles closer to you where you now sit in the middle of the bed. She hesitates for a moment wanting nothing more to pull you into her but not wanting to push you. “May I?” She questions. You nod letting yourself fall into her embrace. It comforts you that she is willing to check with you before pulling you in after not long ago pulling away. A few more tears prick your eyes. “I-I don’t know. S-She was just here and now. I don’t know how, how I’m… I’m sorry.” You cling to her tightly as she has her arms wrapped around you. 

“I know sweetheart.” Nat gently kisses your head and holds you tightly. “Everyone grieves in a different way. It’s okay not to know how to feel. Emotions are complex and take time to understand. And it’s okay if you don’t figure it out either. I will be here for you. I love you so much and anything you need from me I will be here to help. I love you more than anything in this world.” You let more tears slip as her words sink in. You don’t know how she knew what you couldn’t even say but she always does. She knows you better than you even know yourself. You don’t need to say thank you, she already knows just how much you appreciate her and all she does for you. It's a bond built on love, understanding, and communication that allows the unspoken words to be known between you. 

The room falls silent again as Nat comforts you. When you feel yourself calm you look up at Nat, her green eyes staring back at you with a soft smile playing on her lips. “Help me forget.” Your words are low. “What do you want me to do detka?” You place small kisses on her neck. “Please?” You whisper between light kisses. Your words sink in and she understands what you want, but she isn’t sure it’s a good time for this. “Are you sure?” She pulls you back and cups your face in her hands. You give her a small nod. “I don’t wanna think right now.” Nat nods. “Okay.” She pulls you in and kisses you. The kisses is soft and full of love. It’s nothing like how your normal kisses are. Less hungry for one another. 

As the kiss deepens you slowly roll onto your back as Nat follows leaning over you and propping herself up. Not breaking the kiss once in the process. When the need for air becomes apparent Nat pulls away leaning back. You try to chase after her a small whine leaving your lips. “Shhh detka. I’m not going anywhere.” You can see the growing bulge in her workout shorts. One of her hands goes to your hips and her finger hooks into the band of your sleep shorts. She silently asks for permission to take them off. You lift your hips which signals for her to pull them down. She pulls them completely off before throwing them off the bed. She follows by pulling her sports bra off. You sit up a little and take off the shirt you are wearing leaving you bare as Nat gets up to pull her shorts and boxers off. Her hardened cock springing free from their tight confines before she climbs back on the bed and hovers over you. 

“Are you sure about this?” Nat questions again want to make sure that you are one hundred percent on board with this. Your hand cups her cheek as you look deeply in her eyes. “I’m sure. I want to forget just for a little bit. I just want you.” She smiles at you and nods.”If you want me to stop at any time just tell me.” You nod and she  leans back down to kiss you again. It’s slow and passionate. Your arms wrap loosely around her neck as she presses her body into yours, keeping most of her weight off of you by holding herself up. You can feel her cock nudging close to where you want her. “Please.” You whimper. She pecks your lips. 

Nat moves her hand down holding herself up with her other arm. She lines herself up with your waiting entrance nudging lightly before slowly sinking in. The head of her cock stretches you open as it fully presses in. She moves her hand back beside your head leaning over you as she slowly sinks her full length inside of you. Your arms wrap back around her neck as your mouth opens slightly. A gasp escaping your lips when her hips meet yours. You let your legs wrap around her waist as she waits for you to adjust to the stretch. She leans down gently nipping and sucking at the skin of your neck. 

When you’re ready for her to move you grind into her. She smirks against your skin pulling her hips back before pushing back into you. It’s slow at first, almost too slow but she picks up the pace. But this time isn’t like others, she keeps it to a slower more sensual pace. It’s not about pounding you into the mattress, it is about love and comfort. 

Nat’s pace stays the same as she thrust into you. Small gasps and moans leave your lips as she continues. It’s like nothing you have felt before it’s not just fucking it is making love. It’s somehow exhilarating to feel all of her love for you in such a different way. Your legs pulling her closer begging to feel more of her, all of her.  She can feel it too. The difference in how your body is reacting to hers. Both of you becoming love drunk on one another. 

As Nat’s steady pace continues you can feel yourself getting closer. The knot in your stomach is growing and so is hers. You cup her face in your hands pulling her lips to yours and kissing her. Letting her slip her tongue in your mouth as she swallows your moans. Exploring each other's mouths with each passing second, so close to falling over the edge. 

Your walls grip her length as you grow near. Nat’s thrust becomes sloppy. You're both so close to the edge. The kiss becomes harder to maintain the closer you get. Nat breaks away burying her head in your neck as breathy moans escape your lips. She gently kisses your neck knowing you can’t hold on much longer with how hard you are sucking her in and she can’t hold out much longer. “Cum with me detka.” She mumbles against your skin. You don’t need to be told twice as you release on her cock. Your juices coating her length as she gently thrust a few more times before she paints your walls white. Your legs pull her as close as you can as she finishes. 

Nat slows her thrusts to help ride out both of your highs. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high and Nat’s thrusts come to a stop. She slowly pulls out of you. The mix of your juices leaking out as you whine at the loss. “Shh it’s ok sweetheart.” Nat kisses your head before she crawls off the bed. “I’ll be right back.” She tells you as she heads to the bathroom. She comes back out with a washcloth after having cleaned herself up a bit. She crawls back onto the bed and gently cleans you up making sure not to hurt you since you're still sensitive. She tosses the washcloth into the pile of clothes to clean up late before she lays down beside you. 

You cuddle up into Nat’s side, the closeness you can feel as your naked bodies come together is soothing. She wraps her arms around you tightly as you lay your head on her chest. “Thank you Natty.” You look up at her with your chin on her chest. She leans and kisses your forehead. “I would do anything for you detka.” You blush a little and smile. “I love you.” You say as you lay your head back down. “I love you too.” Nat leans back and pulls you that much closer to her. Things will still be hard but Nat will be there every step of the way. Making sure to help you navigate through your emotions and even provide a distraction at times. No matter what she is always there for you as you are for her.

[hearted-anon]

7 Days to Sana’s birthday: Because I memorised the date wrong.

Words: 1.013

Note: Her birthday is actually 13 Jan, posted at 6 Jan in my time here. So sorry about the mixup..

For: @itzsana-kiddingmenow,

titled: Warmth of a hug.

T/w: Angst, not much tickling

Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one @minnielvrr @skzdiary

Lee: Channie

Ler: Minho

The world almost stopped, time seemed to move a lot slower when the news left their lips. His fingers twitched, his entire body felt stiff, feeling like he was paralysed in place as the words sunk in. It couldn’t be, he had worked so hard to keep the group all together, and yet he had failed to keep them united as one. On instinct, his eyes began to widen, the group’s reaction one in the same. Everyone except Minho.

“Lee Minho is eliminated.”

Although he tried to keep his feelings concealed under the guise of pursed lips and narrowed eyes being the strong leader he was, he could feel his heart shattering into a million pieces at the news. He, who had failed to protect Minho, he who wasn’t able to keep his group as one, he who was an absolute failure of a leader. He could see it on Minho’s face too, the shock, the sorrow that began to slowly seep into his expression, the way his posture deflated ever so slightly when it all sank deep into his bones, clawing at him like a darkness from within.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Chan whispered, repeating it like a mantra in the back of his mind. The feeling of knowing he wasn’t able to save one of his members from elimination nagged at him, a sucker punch to his gut entirely if he could put it in his own words. His arms shook silently while they wrapped around the younger’s body, and tugging him closer to feel his warmth for one last time. No matter how he tried to hide it, tears began to run down Minho’s cheeks, staring off into the background as they both squeezed each other close, as if when they let go they’d disappear from their grasp.

Sobs rang throughout the practice room, once so full of warmth now feeling so empty, as if everyone’s soul had been sucked from those four walls right in that moment. The door closed behind them, allowing them some alone time to fully understand what they had just lost. It hurts, it hurts, was all Chan could think, the words burning into his mind as he pulled Lee Know closer to him, if that was even possible at this point. So vulnerable, so open was what they were, everything else a blur besides each other’s embrace, the little safety they had from the cruel world around them.

And that was the last time Minho ever let someone named Christopher Bahng Chan hug him.

“Lino~ Just one hug, please?” The leader pleaded from across the hallway, pawing at the fabric of the dancer’s sweater in a needy manner, complaining that he was incredibly cold with the winter season coming up in Korea. With the same, usual nonchalant expression, he pinched the elder’s nose with a soft coo, his warm smile a contrast to the stern shaking of his head that told Chan a direct no.

“I’ll do anything for a hug!” Anything? Now that was a game that sounded much better than giving into whatever he was planning for during the hug. He gave a thoughtful glance into the Aussie’s direction, chuckling at the way his face lit up with joy, as if he thought his method of persuasion would actually work; it was honestly endearing.

“Anything you say? Then hold still.” Chan didn’t have time to even question what Minho meant by that, before nails gently scraped over his stomach, poking at his abs tenderly while another pinched around his navel tauntingly, a knowing smirk on his face; it wouldn’t be any fun if the leader actually managed to hold still, would it?

“Ehehe! N-Noho! Don’t tickle mehehe!” The poor leader whined, struggling to stay even the tiniest bit still, it was a given with his nature. His hands pushed at the ones going rounds in his stomach, but it was ultimately futile, doing absolutely nothing. If anything, Minho would rather say it felt like kitten paws against his hands, so cute!

“Don’t? But you said anything, don’t go back on your word now~” He cooed, a breath ghosting the Aussie’s ears, snickering when they turned a bright red from the obvious tease. Chan could’ve sworn his soul just left his body.

“I cahahan’t tahahake it! Plehehease!” He pleaded, eventually falling to the ground like a puppy, Minho leaning over him before scribbling both his hands onto the vulnerable stomach right in front of him, a deadpan expression while he watched Chan shriek in surprise, before curling in onto himself; just. Like. A. Puppy.

“That’s too bad, you asked for this.” He tutted in faux disapproval, secretly concealing the wide smile he was holding back, it was going to make his cheeks hurt if he continued like this. But how could he not? Chan was the epitome of cute, his two dimples on display as his cheeks were a crimson red, his eyes crinkled into crescents with his hair messily sprawled over his face, what wasn’t to like?

“I’m sohohohorry! Noho!” The poor puppy- leader, whined, still kicking his feet like a little child would whenever they’re helpless, before deflating like a balloon when the younger finally let up on his stomach, unable to do anything but catch his breath. Without another word, Minho pulled Chan into a hug, one full of warmth, his fingers finding his waist and tenderly wrapping themselves around him.

The room had gone quiet yet again, but it wasn’t of the tension this time, now full of love that could be felt within the four walls of the practice room. Without knowing, tears unconsciously welled up in Minho’s eyes all over again, despite whatever tough personality he tried to put on, he could never keep it up whenever he was with his only Hyung. Sensing his emotional vulnerability, the elder tugged him closer, rubbing soothing circles on his lower back as his chin rested atop Lee Know’s shoulder, embracing who they truly were behind closed doors.

It was then Minho really understood the warmth of a hug.

[normspellsman]

Secret

part one | part two

pairing: neteyam x fem!human!reader

genre: angst, the tiniest mention of smut, no comfort at all (sorry y’all), & forbidden love

word count: 1k+

warning(s): heartbreak & mention of character death

word bank: sa'nok — mother, yawntu — loved one; lover; beloved person, yawne — beloved, great mother/ewya — goddess deity that the na’vi believe in, & syulang — flower

note: inspired by the song “secrets” by PLVTINUM. i literally thought of this when hearing this song, except it was all sad & nothing of the song is remotely mentioned in the fic lol. brief mention of norm & slightly more mention of lo’ak. neteyam is aged up for the sake of the brief mention of smut but it’s not even really detailed like at all.

You’d like to think you were a person that thought things through. Calculating every single thing that could potentially happen and what could end up as a result. Like a true scientist, Norm often would comment when he found you staring off into space as you tried to think something through, brows pulled into a scrunch in deep thought. I just like to be prepared, you’d respond, shaking your head at Norm’s previous comment. But, no matter how much you thought all of this through, you never would’ve come to the conclusion of any of this happening.

“What?,” your voice came out in a broken tone, stomach churning in anxiety. You couldn’t believe your ears. There was no way that this was happening. You should’ve known better. Done better. Put more distance between the two of you. You got so caught up in what it felt like to be with him that you forgot your reason for putting up your walls.

Neteyam didn’t want to repeat himself. He knew he probably should but he didn’t want to. Because if he did, then it’d be true. What he would be saying would be reality. A reality that he didn’t want, didn’t choose. A reality that his parents chose for him with none of his input on the matter. His Sa’nok was able to choose her own love, so why couldn’t he?

With his ears pinned back against his head, he whispers out, “I am to be…mated with another,” barely loud enough for you to hear, but you did.

The sinking feeling in your stomach goes to your heart, sucking in your heart whole. Tears sting your waterline as you hold back an inevitable sob, shaking fingers digging into the plush of your lips as you tightly close your eyes. Neteyam, your Neteyam, the one that you love, the one you bared your soul to and shared yourself with, was to be mated with another. A Na’vi. Someone who was able to give him children and a stable future. Something you couldn’t give him, no matter how much you prayed to the Great Mother.

“Yawntu,” Neteyam utters, reaching out for you only to be met with your cold stare and slap of your hand, hitting his arm away from your body. His heart began to shatter at the action, trying not to reach out towards you again for comfort. He knew he fucked up. He knew that he should’ve told you sooner instead of continuing to see you behind his parents back. He knew he should’ve fought the betrothal, should’ve fought for your love. He realizes that now as he watches his whole world crumble right in front of him.

“How long…” you ask, stabilizing yourself against your lab desk, hunched over one side of the table with your back to your lover. You didn’t want to know if he kept this a secret from you or for how long he did, but you couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth.

“A while,” he responds, guilt clawing at his throat, “about four months.”.

The confession was the final straw on the camels back.

“Four months?!” You scream, tears now steadily running down your cheeks, voice cracking at the heavy emotion. You had been seeing each other long before that. Confessing your feelings for one another nearly a year ago, but you had only gotten intimate with each other nearly five months ago. The timeline didn’t look so great in your head, your heart breaking even more.

“Did…Did you know before we-we fucked?” The harshness of your voice is what makes Neteyam flinch back as if you just slapped him across the face. The statement fucked brings a heaviness to his heart. The night you two became one, the night where you made love was one of Neteyam’s happiest memories. Often finding himself thinking about it during the late time of the night, smiling to himself that he was able to connect to you one another level and was able to please you in the way he always desired. He didn’t regret any of it.

Truth be told, he was told of the betrothal the morning of that night. He thought that if he avoided the subject at hand entirely, it would eventually go away. That if both of his parents saw his cold demeanor towards the girl he was arranged to marry, that they would call it off and allow him to choose for himself who he wanted as a mate. That if he mated with you, there would be nothing in your way of being together. He now knows that he shouldn’t have done that. That he was wrong to have done that. That he should’ve screamed and kicked and fought his parents once the news was broken to him. But he was too much of a coward to do so.

His silence is what gave you your answer. You scoffed at it. At his cowardice to answer. This was not the Neteyam you knew and grew to love.

“Was I just a distraction to you? Something you could toy with before leaving me in the dust as you continued on with your life with your new mate?” You hissed out, fists tightly closed. You so bad wanted to scream, punch, and hit anything and everything in sight, but you would have to wait until Neteyam had left to do what you desired.

Again, your words had hurt him. Had caused his heart to almost splinter in half. What have I done? He thinks.

“No! No, no,” he exclaims, crouching down into an even lower position to look at you, “You were not a distraction. You are so much more to me, yawne. You are all my stars in the sky. You are my sun to my moon. My other half. My whole heart. My ma-”. You cut him off.

“Don’t!” You firmly say, tears falling down your face at Neteyam’s confession, “Do not say it”.

He knew that you didn’t want to hear what he was going to call you. But it was true. You are his mate. The one he mated with before Eywa. The one he loves with all his heart and being. The one he would lay down his life for.

“But it is true. You are my mate,” he whispers, bringing your face into his oversized blue hands, warm against your cold and wet face. 

His words and actions only make you cry harder and the heartbreak worse.

It’s quiet for a beat. And another. And another.

Neteyam’s worried that you managed to make yourself pass out from how hard you seemed to be crying, but he was proved wrong when your eyes opened and roughly pushed his hands off of your cheeks.

“Go! Go away!” You shouted, pushing at his lean chest. You wanted him gone but you also wanted him to stay. But you knew if he stayed, it would only be harder for you to let him go in the morning.

“I do not want you here! I don’t love you! Don’t see you!” You continued, sobbing.

Your weak attempts at pushing him away didn’t work, but your words did.

Neteyam fell onto his bottom in grief. Did you mean that?

“You don’t mean that, syulang,” he whispered, tears now streaming down his cheeks.

You only shake your head, “How do you know what I mean, Neteyam?!”.

The lack of your usual nickname for him stung. You always called him Teyam, Tey, or Ma’Tayem. Never his full name. He knew what you meant whenever you used his full name. And his heart continued to break at the fact.

“I am so sorry, yawne. Please, let me make it right. Let me fight for us,” he begs, shifting onto his knees as he grasps your hips and pleads for you to look at him, “I love you. I see you. Only you.”.

“You can’t make it right, Neteyam!” You spoke, “You had your chance the minute you knew of the arrangement and yet you did nothing about it. Nothing!”.

Your words were like stones in his heart, weighing him down. Neteyam didn’t think he’d ever encounter a pain quite like this. Nothing could ever compare to the pain he was feeling right now.

A tear fell from both of your eyes as a beat of silence took over the moment. Both hearts racing against the confines of their rib cages.

“Please,” he pleads one last time, voice wavering as it shook.

“Go. Please,” you beg, hands on Neteyams forearms, trying to get them off of you.

Whatever fight Neteyam had left to try to convince you that he still loved you and was going to fight off this betrothal left his body at your words. His eyes closed and his tail fell limp between his legs, heart completely splitting in two.

He only nods in acknowledgment to your request, gently kissing the crown of your head before getting up to leave.

As he leaves you there, in your lab, broken and crying, you still can’t help but still love him. Perhaps a part of you always will, even when he’s grown and has a family of his own with the woman he’s supposed to be with.

Before he completely retreats back into the forest, he gives you one last longing look before heading back to High Camp.

He promises himself that he will fight for you and the love that you share. That no matter what, he will do what is right and do everything in his power to get you back.

The following week, news quickly spread of the Sully children being held hostage by one of the returning Sky People. Forcing Jake Sully to make a decision for his family. Their departure from the clan hurt and saddened most, especially the Sully family. 

You were told of their departure a day too late.

Neteyam had stopped by the day of. He stopped by to tell you that the betrothal was called off. That he still loved you. And that he was leaving to seek refuge with another clan. That he was going to keep fighting for you and that when he gets back, he’ll scream up into the sky that you are his and he is yours and that he doesn’t care that you’re human and he’s Na’vi. He left Norm a letter that contained all of this. He whispered that he loved you into your closed door before leaving, forcing himself to not look back because if he did, he knew he wouldn’t want to leave.

His death reached you four months after the family’s departure from the clan. You had forgiven him during those four months. Rereading his letter over and over again until you cried out all the tears your body allowed you to. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as you saw Lo’ak enter the lab, looking the same as he did months before he left. But, he had a sad look on his face. Like a permanent scowl etched on to it.

When he broke the news to you, he had to cover his sensitive ears from your heartbroken scream. Lo’ak had known of yours and his brothers relationship, walking in on the two of you kissing one night. 

He loved his brother and he loved his brothers love for you. Neteyam quietly begged in his arms for Lo’ak to watch over you in his absence. And so he will. He will love you because his brother loved you and he will watch and protect you because that’s what was asked of him.

[waywardnerd67]

Saw You Coming

Title: Saw You Coming Summary: (Y/N) always knew one day, her past would catch up to her. When it does, the outcome is not what she saw coming. Main Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben), Reader Pairing: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut Word Count: 3681 A/N #1: Spoilers for The Boys season 3. If you haven’t watched up to the current episode and don’t want spoilers then you may not want to read this until after you’re caught up. A/N #2: I’m tagging my normal taglist. I don’t know how much Soldier Boy I will write but feel free to ignore any fics you’re not interested in. 

For the last several weeks (Y/N)’s dreams were filled with the dark olive eyes of a man lost to the world. Vought had never told her exactly what had happened to America’s hero and frankly she didn’t care. All she knew was Vought was giving her an out and she took it without a second thought. For the last thirty years they left her alone as younger, stronger and ego-centric superheroes came up the chain. If people knew how those Supes were acquired there would be outrage. (Y/N) would know, she was the product of Vought’s earliest experiments.

She never wanted to have superpowers but her family was poor and they jumped at the opportunity of government money. By looking at her, you would never be able to tell she had powers and she appreciated the universe not making her life completely miserable. Since she had no flashy powers, Vought paid her family nicely and they lived a comfortable life. It wasn’t until she stopped aging at thirty-five that some began to guess there was more than meets the eye.

Apparently Vought had the same thought when they came to her in 1980 to participate in an experiment that would ultimately change her life forever. Now, it seemed the nightmare was returning and there was nothing (Y/N) could do to stop it.

The knock came on a stormy night. (Y/N) had a modest farmhouse in upper New York state. Very few people knew where she lived and even fewer visited. Looking through the small peep hole, she sighed heavily before opening the door.

“Oracle.”

“Soldier Boy.” She stepped aside knowing there was no use in fighting against him, “I knew you would come one day.”

He scoffed, looking around her home, “Still seeing the future, huh?” He continued to search as if looking for something in particular.

“I see you’re still as oblivious as ever. I don’t see the future. I piece together the most likely of outcomes with intelligence above those who think mostly with their dick.”

He looked back at her with a cocky smirk, “I see you haven’t lost that mouth of yours…”

“So, you escaped the Russians. Good on you. I think you’ll enjoy the internet. Lots of sex and cat videos. You should check it out far, far from here.” She turned back towards the door when he grasped her elbow.

“What do you know about the deal my team made with the Russians?” His gaze was hard and intimidating like the Soldier Boy she met at the Penthouse.

“Only what I heard after the fact. They were all tired of your bullshit including beating them into submission. Thankfully, the Countess never discussed it in front of me.”

(Y/N) felt the tiniest bit of sympathy for Soldier Boy hearing his team betrayed him, but they all knew if he continued on then it would have ended in World War III. Though, today’s Supes were not much better.

“I’ll deal with the rest of my team soon. Right now, I want to know what happened with you after our one night together.”

She swallowed the hard, bitter lump lodging in her throat. She tugged her arm free from him walking towards the kitchen.

“Do you want a drink?”

He chuckled, “Actually I would prefer something a little stronger…”

“Sorry, no drugs here. However, I have this cheap bottle of whiskey to offer to you.” She held the bottle out to him.

He twisted the cap off and took a long drink from the bottle. (Y/N) couldn’t help her eyes traveling down his strong jawline to his long throat. His Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp and the thick muscle straining against his skin. He was handsome, dangerously handsome, which was one weapon he knew how to use. Charming his way with a wink and a smile into many bedrooms of women and men.

Soldier Boy handed her the bottle back, “I recently found out that Vogelbaum had good results from his little experiment.”

(Y/N) took a long drink, nearly choking on it as he spoke, “Oh… yeah, your little dudes created an even douchier version of yourself. Congrats.” She held up the bottle to him, “Hey, he’s at Vought Tower, maybe go have a family reunion with him.”

“Unfortunately, we’ve met under difficult circumstances. I’m positive he’s going to put me back on ice if he gets a hold of me.” He walked further into her living room and everything clicked in her mind.

He must have talked to one of his team. If they talked and gave her location then they told him about the others in the experiment. How they all ended up pregnant. Which means he was here for their child.

“She’s not here.”

“She? We have a daughter.” His eyes brightened at that and for a split second she witnessed a bit of humanity within him.

“Had.” (Y/N) looked to the ground as shame pushed down on her.

“What do you mean… had?”

She looked up to see his jaw clenched, “Vogelbaum brought in all non-supes except for me. An experiment within the experiment to see if Supes are naturally attracted to one another. He was pleasantly delighted when you chose me.”

“I didn’t choose you because of your powers…”

She scoffed, “No, you chose me and I quote, ‘Because you wanted to fuck a chunk.”

He smirked, “Couldn’t pass up that delicious ass and titties. Regardless, get back to telling me where our child is.”

“Our powers were not compatible to produce the ultimate super baby. It did the opposite.”

His bottom lip trembled in anger, “Get. To. The. Fucking. Point.”

She gritted her teeth to keep her tears from falling. (Y/N) refused to let him see any weakness in her.

“Your super Neanderthal strength and my super intellect created a brittle child. Mentally and physically. Her bones were so fragile that you couldn’t pick her up and she had hardly any brain activity at birth. Vought took her away after a month of being alive and I never saw her again.”

She watched Soldier Boy walk towards the back sliding door with his fist shaking at his side. Suddenly, he punched the wall beside the door screaming.

“FUCK!”

“Hey! If you want to go destroy your own place or fuck anyone else’s homes then by all means please do. Don’t fucking wreck my home!”

“How could you let Vought take her! How could you give up on your child so easily!” He yelled, rage burning in his eyes and from his chest.

“Calm. Down. I saw the reports on the news about the explosion in New York City and TNT’s mansion. I’ll be damned if you’re going to blow me up. So calm the fuck down, Ben!”

He flinched at his name and closed his eyes, “Answer me then. Why did you give her up to them?”

“I didn’t exactly have a choice. You know how Edgar is and Vought. They take and give no choices. They told me that they were taking her back to the nursery so I could sleep. When I woke up, they told me that she was no longer my concern and released me.”

He rolled his shoulders back mumbling, “Fucking Vought.”

Well, they at least agreed on something, “Fucking Vought. So, now you know…” She gestured towards the door.

When his eyes met hers an electric current shot down her spine. The mischievous gleam and smirk curling on his lips. Moments began to flash before her eyes. Them squaring off toe to toe in a verbal match. Him picking her up and slamming her against the wall. The feel of his soft skin beneath her fingertips and the animalistic grunts slipping from his lips. The mind blowing orgasm that he would fuck out of her as she screamed his name.

“What are you putting together, Oracle?”

Her Supe codename brought her out of her vision, “T-That you’re going to be leaving now and forgetting all about me.”

She knew that wasn’t true and by the smug look on his handsome face so did he. He took a few steps towards her like a predator stalking its prey.

“Oh no, I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon.” He was only a couple of steps from her now, “And, I never forgot you.”

His hand brushed down her arm and she stepped back, “I’m so glad I made such an impression. Please leave.”

His tongue darted out over his lips and the memory of them on her from so long ago made her shiver. That damn cocky smile on his face made her cheeks burn with anger and embarrassment. She knew he would give in to him. He was going to fuck her and by the end of it she could put together that they would work together against Vought.

But that didn’t mean (Y/N) couldn’t make him work for it.

“After our night in the Penthouse, I would constantly dream about you. Wake up in the middle of the night, my cock rock hard and jerking off to the memory of you crying out my name.” As he stepped forward, (Y/N) stepped back, “The memory of your tight cunt squeezing around me. With the others, I jacked off into a cup…”

Her eyes snapped up to his with this new piece of information, “N-No… I heard you… them…”

He smiled, “I always had an eye for directing. Fuck, I could have made millions in Hollywood. I was watching them get fucked and I unloaded into a cup. They impregnated Danielle and the other, but you were special.”

She turned away from him, shaking her head, “I’m not. I wasn’t then and I’m not now.”

“But you are. You see…” His strong hands gripped her hips pulling her back against him, “I knew I couldn’t break you. I don’t have to be gentle because you’re solid.”

Even through his suit, (Y/N) could feel his hard cock grinding against her ass, “V gave you a mind like no other, a body thick and strong to protect it and that made you the perfect mate for me.”

“Fuck off!” She turned around pushing him away from her, “You’re a complete bigoted dick who would fuck anything that moved. I wasn’t special to you. I was a fucking toy for you to play with and use.”

A dark chuckle sliced through the moment of silence, “No, you weren’t. I thought I loved Crimson, but it was all a show that Vought created. After that night, I knew that you and I, we could rule over everything. We still can…”

“Oh hell no. I made a deal with Edgar a long time ago. I would leave the Supe world forever as long as they provide me this house and left me the fuck alone. I want nothing to do with superheroes or Vought. And I especially want nothing to do with you.”

She stepped right up to him looking him dead in the eyes, “So keep your little dreams of me, jack your cock off all you want and get the fuck out of my house.”

(Y/N)’s body was trembling as they stared down at one another. This was the moment. Right here, he was going to pick her up and slam her against the wall. Anger coursed through her veins as her body betrayed her by wanting him to do so. Thirty years of isolation had her skin crawling with the pathetic need of a man’s touch. Even if that man was a complete dickhead.

He leaned in close enough for the tips of their noses to touch, “Fine.”

To her utter shock, Soldier Boy walked past her and out the door. (Y/N) let out a shaky breath as the adrenaline coiled around her ready to snap at any moment. This wasn’t the first time her visions had been wrong. It was, however, the first time she didn’t want them to be wrong. She wanted to be by his side, she wanted to take down Vought, but most of all… she wanted him to fuck her hard.

Suddenly, her front door slammed open making her jump. Soldier Boy was barreling through, tossing his shield on the floor and unbuckling his utility belt. He scooped her up as his belt hit the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. His hard chest piece knocked the wind out of her as he slammed her back against the wall.

“Fuck!”

“That’s the plan.” He mumbled against her neck, rutting against her.

The small grunts echoing in her ear brought her back to their night in the Penthouse, “Why… Why me?”

He paused, “Because I knew you could take me.”

“Really?” She rolled her eyes, as he let her feet drop to the ground.

His glove covered hand groped her aching pussy, “Oh, I knew your pretty cunt could handle my cock just fine. That’s not what I meant…”

She cried out when he suddenly smacked her down there, “I meant you could take me. All of me. You and I could go head to head equally. You wouldn’t back down from me like everyone else.”

“Fucking hell, you get off on the disobedience of others. That’s why you push everyone to their fucking limits. You get off on knowing no one would ever live up to your expectations. You’re all kinds of fucked up.”

He smacked her pussy again, but this time he gritted her teeth from showing him just how much she was enjoying it.

“Takes one to know one. You get off on squaring off with men like me. Tell me your panties are fucking soaked right now from going toe to toe with me. Go on, tell me that your tight little cunt isn’t begging for my cock to clutch around.” He leaned in with his jaw clenched and nearly black eyes, “Tell me you’re not desperate for me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

The adrenaline coil snapped at that moment and she shoved him a foot back, “Fuck. You. Asshole. My pretty little pussy and I are not going anywhere near you or your fucking tiny dick.”

They stared at one another just long enough for her to take in a breath before their bodies collided into one another. (Y/N)’s hands were ripping the button and zipper down from his suit pants. His thick cock springing forward into her hands as she roughly stroked him. He tossed his chest piece to the ground and pulled the green fabric up over his head.

He snatched her up over his shoulder with a firm smack on her ass, “Fuck, you’re out of practice. When’s the last time you touched a cock?”

“Ten seconds ago when my hand was on yours, dipshit.”

He pulled her shorts down over her ass before letting it smack against her dining room table. Pulling her to the edge of it, he roughly spread her legs and immediately latched onto her clit.

“Fucking Christ!”

She felt him chuckle as he sucked on her sensitive clit. Waves of pleasure were already knocking her quickly towards the edge. His tongue pressed against her entrance as the sound of his boots hit the floor. When she was just ready to cum, he pulled away from her taking in a deep breath.

“Dear god, you still smell sweet as ever and taste even better.” He ran his nose gently over her before she grabbed the back of his head and grinded herself against his face.

“Shut up and make me cum.” She moaned from the moment of relief.  

He smacked her hand away and stood a step back from her. She looked down to see him taking off his gloves then stroking himself. His thick fingers running over his cock made her cunt clench around nothing desperately wanting them inside of her.

“Make yourself cum and I’ll enjoy the show.”

She laughed, “Has it been so long that you don’t remember how this works?” She slid her fingers over herself then pushed two inside her tight hole, “You’re supposed to take that old dick of yours and put it here. Maybe if you remember how to use it then you can make me scream your name. Unless you rather just play with yourself.”

She slowly pumped her fingers in her moaning for effect. Honestly, all she had was her fingers or toys to make herself orgasm. In the last few years, it was too much work to even do that. There was nothing that made her desire the touch of anyone or herself. Not until Soldier Boy stepped foot into her home. Now, she felt like a horny school girl needing to be dick downed by the all-star jock.

(Y/N) quickened her pace, feeling the pressure building when Soldier Boy grasped her wrist. He held it tightly keeping her from orgasming.

“I’ll show you exactly how I remember to use my dick on you.” He stepped between her legs, rubbing his swollen head down her then slammed into her.

The sudden fullness took her breath away and pain ripped up her body. In a single moment she had never felt more disgusted and fulfilled in her life. She was allowing him to use her, hell she was egging him on. Deep down, in the parts of whatever tarnished soul she had, she knew she was with exactly who she should be.

He slammed into her again bringing out another cry from her, “Fuck!”

With each thrust he grunted at her, “This. Is. How. I. Use. It. Fucking. You. Nice. And. Hard.”

“Fuck Soldier Boy… fuck me like you mean to make me cum.” She taunted him.

He growled thrusting hard inside of her then stayed there, “I’m going to make you cum until you see stars and black out. But first, I want to hear you say it.”

“Say… what?” She panted as he snapped his hips against her, never pulling out of her.

“My name. Fucking say my name.”

(Y/N) stared up at him and it clicked in her mind. His real name. He didn’t want to hear her moaning for Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy wasn’t the one fucking her right now. In all the fogginess of her own sick need to be fucked by Soldier Boy, she missed him taking down the shield of his persona and just being a man, a human.

“Say it (Y/N). Say my name.” He snapped against her again.

She smiled, “Soldier Boy.”

He growled, rotating his hips bringing her even closer to the edge, “Say it!”

“Soldier Boy.” She moaned, gripping the edge of the table and meeting his thrust.

“Fucking hell, I’m so fucking close. Say my name!” He stopped holding back.

Pounding into her, (Y/N) could feel her own release snowballing rapidly, “Soldier Boy… oh fuck… Soldier Boy.”

“Damnit (Y/N)! Shit, I’m fucking… cumming…”

A primal cry erupted from his lips as he snapped hard into her and a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her body. Finally, she cried out his name.

“Ben! Oh fuck… Ben!”

He kept thrusting into her, “Again. Say. It. Again.”

“Ben, Ben… oh god, Ben!” Another ripple of pleasure blanketed her body.

He crushed her body back against the table his softening cock slipping out of her, “Fuck that was good. I need a cigarette.”

“None here, sorry. Now get off me you big loof. I can’t exactly breathe.”

He chuckled, lifting himself off of her and that’s when she saw it again. A small piece of his humanity that he buried underneath all the Soldier Boy shit. She cupped his cheek and brought his lips to hers.

“Not going all soft on me now, Oracle?”

“You’re the one who’s soft now, Soldier Boy.” She gently fondled his cock.

He smacked her hand away before padding over to a bag she didn’t even see he had brought with him. Pulling out gray sweats and a Giants jersey. She watched him turn into a normal looking guy and her heart fluttered.

“So, what now… Ben?” She asked, putting her shorts back on.

He still had the same Soldier Boy swagger as he walked back towards her, “Now, you get in the kitchen and make me something to eat.”

She rolled her eyes before turning towards the kitchen, “I’m only making food because I’m hungry too. Don’t think I’m doing this just for you, asshole.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Extra mayo on my sandwich.” He called out.

“You can find your extra mayo in your shriveled up ballsack, Old Man.”

His bellowing laughter made her smile as she grabbed the mayo from her fridge. After making a couple of sandwiches, (Y/N) found Ben sitting on her unmade bed and watching TV.

“Here’s your damn sandwich.” She handed him the plate which he set beside him.

Ben snatched her Dawn of Seven cup before pointing to the TV where the news was showing Homelander’s latest press rally, “So, what are we going to do about that?”

“I guess we’ll have to come up with a plan and find some others who are as dumb as us to take on Vought.”

“I have a couple of boys who may be able to help with that. They’re definitely dumb enough to join the fight.” He chuckled, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Hmm… extra mayo.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “What’s the next step, Soldier Boy?”

He flashed her a shit eating grin, “First we eat. Then we fuck. Then we take over the world, starting with Vought.”

“Hmm… seems like as good a plan as any.” She knelt between his legs stroking his dick through his pants, “Right now, I’m only hungry for one thing.”

He swallowed hard as she pulled his semi hard cock from his sweats, “Well, please don’t let me stop you from getting a shot of extra mayo for yourself.”

“Shut the fuck up Ben and let me suck your cock.”

He groaned as her took him in her mouth, “Shutting up for the cock sucking...”

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My Girl

Part three, I'm sorry in advance

If you could, please let me know how you are liking this series. Thank you!

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader 

Genre: Fluff and some angst 

Warnings: Mentions of drunk driving, premature birth, adoption, and a car accident

Word Count: 3.6k (They just keep getting shorter, I know. I’m trying to make them longer.)

The outside world was now a dark shade of blue, the moon and stars beautifully illuminating the sky. The time read eleven-fifteen and yet no one dared to move off of the safety of your balcony. Cadence had fallen back into a slightly peaceful slumber, her congested nose being heard each time she took in a breath. Harry had carried her back to her room despite all of your comments on how you could get her when you go to bed. You hated to admit it but Harry was really good company. Especially when he compliments you on your tea making ability, although the only thing you did was add in some milk and honey with the tiniest bit of sugar.

Currently the two of you were laughing about something Harry had done when he was a child, his mother scolding him and almost getting grounded for “accidentally” punching a kid on the playground. If your opinion mattered in the slightest, you would say that he did it on purpose because of the evidence leading up to that point. “So, Cadence. How did you come up with that name? I've never heard of it before.” His voice was adoring, he was truly interested in what you had to say. He was pretty fond of the tint on your cheeks, though the night sky makes it hard for him to see them properly. “I have always loved the name Katie but I hated the name Kaitlyn, and I wanted it to be unique. I was originally going to name her Candace, but I didn’t want her to suffer with a name from Phineas and Ferb. Plus, who doesn’t like a good Mean Girls reference?”

You had a similar fondness for the green eyed beauty that sat beside you. His smile would quite possibly be the death of you, which wouldn’t be good because there was no way you could trust Zoey and Daniel to raise Cadence without messing her up in one way or another. “I think Cadence fits her perfectly. She’s like really smart as well, she’s only two right? I have never met a two year old who knew the phrase artificially flavoured, let alone a two year old who could speak as well as she can.” Honestly you didn’t think your cheeks could heat up anymore than they already were, but him speaking so positively on your daughter was something adored. It was something that you weren’t used to because of who her mom was.

“She is, yeah. When I tell you she had the whole alphabet memorised by a year, I’m not lying. I have no clue what that daycare is teaching her, but I can’t say that I mind it either. Just be glad you don’t see the sass on her, her mother was no better at that age. I wish that I could meet her and ask why she had such a drama queen.” Your tone joking, a slight laugh being let out as you finished the sentence. It wasn’t like Cadence was a diva all the time, but when she was, it could be a real hassle.

“Oh no, her mother is probably worse now more than ever.” Harry continued on with the joke. Talking with you had become slightly easier but he could tell there was something going on deeper than what he could see. You were no open book, and as much as he would love to open you up and read what you’re thinking, he knew it would take time. Time that he was willing to give because when he walked up to you that day of the wedding, he had no intentions of it being a one time meeting.

You had lightly slapped his shoulder, a clear offended look on your face until you couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out in laughter, Harry following soon after. The two of you were obviously more comfortable with each other and you really only had Cady to thank. Had it not been for her, you guys would probably be sitting at your dining room table having slight and awkward small talk. “Hey uhm, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I mean Zoey called me in hysterics and then you weren’t any better when answering the door. I know we don’t entirely know each other, but you can talk to me. I’ll listen to you.”

The air seemed a bit more tense now, almost making it hard for you to breathe just thinking about the events of the day all over again. Harry stared into your eyes, seeing as they nervously moved from eye to eye. “It’s probably nothing to get so worked up about, I’m just overthinking the situation for more than what it is.” You spoke softly, averting your eyes to your hands in your lap. Nervously picking at the already chipped yellow nail polish. That is until Harry grabbed your chin so you had no other option than to look at his face, his beautifully structured face. Is there a way you could meet his mother to thank her for gracing the world with such beauty?

“‘M sure that’s not true, love. If it has you overthinking, then it’s got to be a big deal.” This wasn’t a conversation you were exactly ready to have with him because there is nothing he could say to calm your nerves while you wait on the impending phone call with her results. But you knew that you had to talk about it because if not then you will literally crumble with all of the emotions. 

“I took Cady to the doctors today and they are concerned about her weight. She’s six pounds underweight, which doesn’t necessarily sound so bad, but they wanted to make sure she doesn’t have some chronic illness and I guess I am seeing the worst of the situation. But that’s normal, right? I mean any parent would go crazy over the little unknowns of their children. Right?”

Harry’s face got visibly softer, the dim tint of the moon shining off the side of his face. His hand had moved from cupping your jaw to splayed across your hands in your lap. “‘Course it’s normal, love. It’s fucking terrifying when you find out something could be wrong with your child, even if it’s as small as falling off of the swing. Overthinking does not make you a bad mum, it makes you a concerned one. Concern comes from the depths of your heart, it goes to show how much you love her.” Harry spoke, repeating the words he once spoke on the first day of meeting you. A small smile replaces the frown you once had and Harry slowly brings his arms to wrap around you in a secure hug.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe in the presence of another person. The scariest part of that though was that you had only met him once before this, and that didn’t exactly go the way you would have initially planned. There was no way you could fall any deeper into his eyes and his heart, because you fear that if you depend too much on him, he will leave. Just like every other person in your life. And you definitely couldn’t let Cadence get attached because that will be an even harder thing to explain to a girl who has had so much loss in her life already. She would grow up and wonder where her daddy is and you just had no answer.

Would you tell her the truth? That he was a coward and ran away? He didn’t want her so he bolted? Would you tell her that he wasn’t here anymore? There is no easy way to tell your child why they don’t have a parent in their life. Because then they would feel less than what they are, and the truth is that they are too good for that parent. “You wanna know something?” you broke the silence, you didn’t really know where this sense to confide in him came from but the next thing you know he’s letting out a hum as his arms continue to rub at your back. One of his hands playing with the ends of your hair. 

“When I first found out I was pregnant with Cady, I didn’t think I could be a good mother. I thought she deserved better than me, hell I still feel as if she deserves better than me. I had the original thought that I would give her up for adoption, so she at least had a shot in this world, it’s what got me through my pregnancy. The thought that I was actually doing something right in my life, I would be giving my daughter the life she deserves, even if that meant I wasn’t in it.”

“Harry, it tore me apart to look for potential families. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was doing the right thing. During my fifth month of pregnancy I met this really amazing couple, their names were Delilah and Phinean, they had been married for twelve years and had tried for a baby for five years. They had a dog named Maggie and were ready to add to the family. I mean, they were exactly what I was looking for in parents for my baby, they were perfect. I was so close to giving her a perfect life, I went to sign the official documents that legally named them her parents on the morning of October 4th. I never made it to that appointment.”

“Zoey and I were driving on the highway when some drunk guy lost control of his car and basically t-boned us on the passenger side. That was the side I was on, and all I could remember was pain everywhere and Zoey’s screaming for somebody to help us, and next thing I knew I was unconscious and being placed in the back of an ambulance. Cadence barely made it. I was only nineteen weeks pregnant, meaning I was nearing my sixth month. It’s highly unlikely that a baby could survive being almost four months premature, it’s possible, but rare. And she happened to be the miracle that survived. Zoey got away with a few cuts and bruises but I had to go through a series of surgeries because of broken bones and other major internal injuries. Zoey told me that the doctor actually told her that neither me nor Cadence were bound to make it through the night.”

“When Delilah and Phinean heard about the accident they rushed to the hospital and met who they thought was going to be their daughter, and then they sat with me until I woke up five days later. The first thing I did was ask about my baby, how my baby was, where she was, did she make the crash? And they had said that she was alive but in critical condition, they didn’t think she would make it much longer. Harry, they made me choose whether or not I should take her off of life support, that was the hardest and by far most heartbreaking decision I have ever had to make in my life. It took me three days to give them a definite answer, which was obviously no. I hadn’t even met her yet and yet here I was already making life harder for her! That is when I knew I really couldn’t keep her, she was never my baby to begin with, she was theirs. But the moment I laid eyes on her was a huge game changer, she was so fucking tiny and hooked up to all these different machines, but she was breathing! She was breathing and she was alive.”

“How could someone that small possibly survive such a traumatic experience and still be fighting. And so from that point on I knew I made the right choice in not taking her off of life support. Except it would be a long and painful journey for her to go through at such a young age. I think that is why I just jump to the worst case scenario, because her first year of living was spent with nothing but hoping and praying that she would be okay, that she would make it through this. And the first time I got to hold her was my breaking point. I couldn’t give her away. She was small enough to fit in the palm of your hand! And she was only a pound and five ounces. However I didn’t get to hold her for the first three months of her life, she was to have no contact because of how tiny she was. For three months, this innocent and perfect couple went on to believe that they finally had a daughter. Their dream had finally come true. And I stole that from them, I shattered their dreams and made them lose hope. And as much as they told me that they understood, that they knew the connection that I had grown towards her, I could still see her tears. I can visibly see Phinean’s anger when I go to sleep at night, he was looking at me like I was a monster. And for months after that I truly believed that I was.”

“I had single handedly taken away and crushed their dreams of being parents. They didn’t deserve that, and yet it happened. But two months ago I got a message from them, those dreams that I had crushed?  They were made by another girl named Remedy, she gave them a healthy baby boy who was born at nine months like a baby should be. They named him Jullian Alexander Temple, he is the sweetest boy. And they asked how Cadence was doing and if they could see a picture of her. I felt bad sending the picture and at first told them no because I didn’t want them to get upset at me, but they reassured me that it was totally fine. So reluctantly, I sent the picture. It was Cadence in big sunglasses that almost covered her nose, she had a chocolate ice cream cone in her left hand and the bead necklace she wore in her right. There was chocolate coating the lengths of her mouth, and on the tip of her nose. Her hip popped out and she made a duck face, the sass was all too real. I’ll have to show you sometime, but when they congratulated me for such a beautiful girl, I broke down into tears. Continuously apologizing to them, but for some crazy reason, each time I apologized they waved me off and said how happy and proud they are of me. They actually wanted to meet up but I felt as if that would be too painful to see the girl you once thought was yours? I couldn’t imagine that.”

“And the only other people who know about this are Zoey, Daniel, and Liz. They are the ones who helped me most, and then two days after finally taking Cady home, that’s when Zoey claimed her love for Daniel and here we are now. All is good, or it was good until today. Zoey thinks it’s just because of how premature she is, but I can’t help but think otherwise. Call it mother intuition. Even though at the beginning of her life I was ready to send her off with someone else, today I can’t even begin to imagine a life without her. She’s my rock. My muse. She’s my girl and seeing her in so much pain again brings back so many horrible memories that I wish were anything but reality.”

As you finished your speech in tears, you finally looked up at Harry to see that he had tears of his own pooling at the edges of his eyes. You had never told anyone besides the people who already knew, and something deep within you knew that this was the right thing to do. You took the end of your sweater sleeve and wiped under your eyes, collecting the tears before lightly gripping his face and doing the same thing with Harry and giving him a small smile. He took a deep breath in, still clearly processing what you had just told him and you couldn’t even blame him, it was a lot to take in.

“Y/N, I am -- I don’t know what to say, honestly. I am so sorry you had to go through that, that you both had to go through that. I can’t even begin to understand what you went through, it must have been so hard.” His words came out a jumbled mess, his stuttering not letting up as he continued, “And to make rash decisions on a whim, I mean what if you had chosen to take her off?”

“I know. Looking back on it now, I can’t believe it took me three days to make the choice, if I could go back I would say no instantly. I hope you don’t see me, us, any different now that you know our story. We are still the same people from the reception, except I swear I’m a lot nicer than whoever I was that night.” Harry gave you a confused look as if he were to say “Are you crazy?!” Which you couldn’t quite understand.

“You’re joking, right? Y/N, knowing your story definitely makes me look at you differently--”

“What?” You were confused, scared even. You had just told him something so personal, and he had the audacity to think of you differently? “Not like that, god definitely not like that. I think you are by far the strongest person, people, I have ever met. Your story makes me respect you on a level that breaks the scale, cause even through all of that you never gave up. You risked two people hating you because you wanted to take the chance to give your daughter the life she deserves. You are selfless and remarkable and undeniably the most admirable person I have had the pleasure of walking up to at my best mates wedding. I am completely and foolishly entranced by you.” There was a pause of silence. One of those unbearable but comfortable silence’s, how that made any sense at all? Well, there was no true answer to that.

You wanted to say something, anything, but the words got caught in your throat. You were for sure that he would leave once hearing how damaged you are, but instead he’s here praising you for it. It was something you weren’t used to, hell you weren't sure if it was something you even wanted to get used to. This was one of those insecure dependable moments, if you got used to it, you would depend on it. If you depended on it then it would come back and bite you in the ass, and you couldn’t have that.

“All of my life I have been told how worthless I was. Teachers, classmates, parents, anyone you could think of. I was told that I had no future. When I told my mom that I was pregnant she told me that I didn’t have what it takes to be a mother. When I told her I wasn’t keeping it she told me that it was better that I got rid of it because had I not, it would grow up to be a trashy and useless bitch like the child she raised. And through all of that I wanted to scream at her because she was no better. I wanted to tell her that she should have never had me if I was so trashy and useless, though she already knew that because she would constantly tell me how I was the biggest mistake of her life. I haven’t spoken to her since the day I told her I was keeping the baby. She had said some really awful things but I didn’t care because I strived to be a better mother than she has ever been.”

“I remember one night, I was feeding Cadence for the first time since she has been off of her feeding tube. I had The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air playing in the background and ironically it was the scene right after Will’s dad left. I have never related to anything more than when he said, “‘Cause there ain’t a damn thing he could ever teach me about how to love my kids!” and that night I sat there just adoring the little girl I held in my arms. The love I hold for her is beyond this world. You have to know, Harry, I am a very complicated girl with a very complicated story that has barely even been broken into. I’m giving you an out. Right here, right now, I am giving you an out because if you decide to do this and then realize I’m not good enough for your presence, I’m not sure I will be able to let go. And even though I have gained so much in the last two and a half years, I have lost so much more in the last twenty-four. So this is your out, I won’t be mad if you decide to leave.”

Before you could finish your rant, you felt his lips hit roughly against yours. His lips were chapped, but they were so much better than you could have ever imagined. His hand laid on your waist, pulling you closer to where your bodies are now touching. Your own hands sliding around his neck and pulling slightly at the small hairs at the nape of his neck, in return he let out the smallest of groans. Somehow his tongue found its way into your mouth, exploring all of the right places before he slowly leaned back and whispered out, “I’m not leaving. I’m in this for however long you will have me.” 

And that is when you knew that things might actually be okay in your life.

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AN: just a thing, i get that it’s highly unlikely for a baby to survive nineteen weeks premature, but for the sake of the story, we are going with it.

haha, ouch. I’ll be honest, this isn’t at all how I thought this chapter was going to go, but once I started writing, I just couldn’t stop. So I really do hope you enjoy this and that I didn’t make you cry too much during this chapter. Please let me know how you are liking this so I know how long to keep this going! I know I said that at the top, but I would really love to know your opinions. Also so sorry for the spam! I have been in a ridiculous writing mood, and I just know I am going to get writer’s block here soon, I can just feel it lol. 

[crumbledcastle28]

Chapter 15: A Clan of Three

Warnings: really bad depression and mourning in the beginning, mentions of large amounts of death and violence, and injury.

Author’s Note: Almost to the end! I hope you enjoy! I also went a bit off canon for this one, so I hope that’s ok!

(Gif gotten from fuckyeahgrogu)

Your walk down in the sewers was….. indescribable.

You felt like the opposite of a ghost. You weren’t a soul roaming the sewers, you were just a body. Only the physical means of you survived this long, and the remaining piece of your soul was left behind with your Mandalorian.

So much so, that you didn’t even know where you were going. You presumed a way out was the end goal, but you didn’t even think about it. You stared at the floor for what felt like hours, sniffling and trying to find your breath.

You hadn’t felt like this before. Not even when Mando figured out who you were…. because he was there.

You didn’t care if he was bloodied, bruised, half dead, or had a physical ailment for the rest of his life that forced you and only you to carry him for the rest of your days….. you just wanted him here.

The kid seemed to be having the same feelings of numbness and shock that you did. His emotions were completely blocked from you and you could tell he didn’t want you to know what he was actually thinking. You couldn’t blame him, your walls reached their peak once more when you felt Mando squeeze your hand one final time.

How did you even get here? Weren’t you trained to always put the mission first? Why did all of your rational and strategic thoughts go out the window as soon as Mando ate with you the first time?

You wanted to go back in time and tell yourself to look at him for even a second longer. Ask him a stupid question one more time. Just one glimpse would tie you over enough to at least speak again.

“I uh… I made the IG promise to bring him,” Cara said at one point, but you didn’t even react.

You were grateful for her trying to lift you up when mere minutes ago she thought you were the reason everything went wrong, but it felt as if it wasn’t even worth it to hope that Mando was alive. Not when there was a chance he could be dead.

You thought about turning back one too many times, but you couldn’t betray Mando like that.

He asked for a warrior’s death… and he got one.

The child started acting funny and crying in your arms, and you tried to sooth him.

“It’s ok little guy,” you whispered into his ear, trying to keep your burning throat at bay. “We have to get out of here, ok?”

But it was no use. The kid wouldn’t stand still.

You almost let your frustration with him get the better of you, until you felt it.

The tiniest, faintest tingle crawling up your spine, causing your brain to echo danger throughout the rest of your body.

Something’s coming.

You spun around, eyes widening as you scanned your surroundings. Your eyes were wide and your heartbeat quickened.

You didn’t know if you had another fight in you.

Cara saw your quick movement and spun around as well, using her flashlight to illuminate the tunnel.

“What is it?” Karga asked, and you slowly but surely heard footsteps approaching.

You wiped your tear stained face and took your longspear from its holder on your back.

Mando wasn’t here. You had to take care of the child, and dying in a sewer underneath an Empire base wasn’t the way you wanted to go.

The form of IG-11 appeared through the faint shine of Cara’s light, and you expected to be disappointed.

You expected him to apologize for your loss and be on his way.

But, a limping form of shiny metal was right beside him, and you felt yourself enter your body once more.

The feeling was almost euphoric. If this was the only blessing the universe could give you in your whole life, you would be a damn happy woman.

Cara instantly ran to him to help him stay up, but your shock and joy only allowed your body to drop your longspear and stay frozen in place.

The child squealed slightly in your arms, and that was the noise that made it real.

This was real. He was here.

Not even a second after Cara helped prop him up did you run to his side, slightly slowing down once you got to him, and collide with his chest.

You felt the tears of pure joy start exiting your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the small puff of air Mando released when your chests collided.

“Easy,” he chucked out, and you laughed into his armored neck, only squeezing tighter. He rubbed your back with his free arm as you sobbed happily into his neck, and the child tapped Mando’s chest slightly with happy giggles.

You finally pulled away to place your hand on the side of his visor, framing the helmet, and looked into his eyes.

You were stuck in an Emperial sewer, beaten and bruised, with virtually no way out in sight….

…but this wasn’t the last time you would look into his eyes, and that was enough.

“Sorry to.. break up the reunion… but we are kinda stuck,” Karga finally stated, and you let out a breathy laugh with Mando following with one as well.

You kissed his cheek, and then lifted his arm over your shoulders while your free arm reached around his back to help Cara move him down the hallways.

It felt good to finally help Mando up, after the many times he had helped you. Even in the horrible circumstances you were in, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“Do you know which way to go?” Cara asked Mando, referring to the coverts he had lived in before.

“No, I don’t know these tunnels,” Mando admitted, the child still managing to giggle in your arms.

“If we follow the smell of sulfur, it will lead us to the lava river,” Karga said.

“The Imps will catch us before we make the ship,” Mando said, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“We need the Mandalorians to escort us to safety.”

You could tell Mando was using his helmet to search for tracks, and you could feel his body becoming stronger. So much so, that he started standing and walking on his own.

You felt more relieved than you could even explain. Your “partner in crime” of sorts was back by your side, and it felt damn good.

The group was moving faster, until Mando stopped abruptly after turning down a corridor.

A huge pile of Mandalorian armor and helmets was laying on the floor in front of Mando, and he dropped to his knees.

You knew what this meant…. the Empire had taken an entire covert of Mandalorians down. This was Mando’s family, and the Empire had plucked them off their list as if they were nothing.

“We should go,” Cara said, trying to be gentle for Mando’s sake.

“You go. Leave the ship. I can’t leave it this way,” he said, and the familiar pain in his voice was returning.

You bowed your head slightly, trying to show respect to the warriors in the little time you had to stay there. You had fought Mandalorians before, and they were some of the fiercest people you had ever met. They deserved better than this.

“Did you know about this?” Mando asked Karga, and you could hear the venom returning to his voice.

“Is this the work of your bounty hunters?” Mando said, getting more into Karga’s face. The anger in Mando was strong and dangerous. If the group started fighting each other, there was no way any of you were making it out alive.

“It was not his fault,” a voice said from behind you, and a woman Mandalorian appeared from the shadows.

She was taller, but lean and built. She looked strong and tough, but you could feel her mourning as well.

“We knew what would could happen if we left this place. The Imperials arrived shortly thereafter,” she said, referring to when the covert revealed themselves to save Mando.

He had very briefly explained how he got the kid off of this planet before, but you didn’t realize an entire covert of Mandalorians revealed themselves. You were surprised the Empire didn’t wipe them out sooner.

“Did any survive?” he asked the woman.

“I hope so. Some may have escaped off world,” she responded.

Mando took a moment to think, before looking up at her and saying, “come with us.”

“No,” she said instantly. “I will not abandon this place until I have salvaged what remains.”

She began to gather up pieces of armor from the pile and holding them above large blue flames.

“Show me whose safety deemed such destruction,” she asked, and everyone turned to the child in your arms.

“This is the one,” Mando said, gesturing to the now sleeping child.

You tried to keep your face neutral, looking down at the child, but all the eyes on him scared you. This woman was in deep grief, you could feel it, and that made people react in very rash ways. If she felt that Mando was at fault for the pain she had….

“This is the one that you hunted, then saved?” she asked, and the confusion in her voice was slightly comical.

“Yes,” Mando responded. “The one that saved me as well.”

“It looks helpless,” she said.

“It is injured, but not helpless,” Mando responded. “We think he has the powers of a Jedi.”

“Ah, yes, Jedi,” the woman responded, and your heart tightened with fear. If she knew about Jedi, then she had to know what you once were.

“The songs of eons past tell of battles between Mandalore the Great and the Jedi.”

“Are they an enemy to us?” Mando asked cautiously, and you could feel the protective emotions he felt towards his creed and his people.

“No,” she said. “Its kind were enemies, but this individual is not.”

She looked at the child once more. “It is a foundling. By Creed, it is in your care.”

Mando tightened, as did you.

“You have no choice. You must reunite it with its own kind.”

“Where,” Mando asked.

“This you must determine.”

“You expect me to search the galaxy for the home of this creature and deliver it to enemy sorcerers?” he asked, and you couldn’t help the faint grin on your face at his bluntness.

“Until that time, or it comes of age, it is in your care,” the woman said.

“You are as it’s father,” she said, and your eyes widened.

Mando was a father?

If Mando was the kid’s father….. what does that make you?

“And you,” the woman says, looking at you straight on. Your head popped up to meet her gaze, trying to hide the timidity and wonder in your eyes.

“You have helped?” she asks, and you glance at Mando with your eyes for less than a second before meeting the woman’s gaze again.

“Yes,” he responded for you, registering that you were asking for his help. Normally, you didn’t like when people talked for you, but this was Mando’s department, and you didn’t want to speak incorrectly for him.

“She keeps the child safe, same as I do,” Mando says, looking at the woman with confidence.

You grin slightly, looking at the child once more.

“Well then… if you so choose… you are a clan of three,” the woman says, and your eyes snap back to Mando, who is already looking at you.

You had heard about the Mandalorian clans. They treated each other like family, and fought till the death for each other. It had been something you had never had before, but if you were going to do it with anyone, it would be with Mando.

This thought boosted your confidence, and you gave Mando a slight nod of your head, showing that you want this. You want him.

Mando nods back, and says, “Yes. If that is possible.”

You feel the blush creep up your face, and even if you were in a dark and shadowy room, everyone could see it.

You were in his clan. His family. You wanted to jump for joy and squeeze into Mando’s arms once more.

“You have earned your signet,” the woman said, affixing the mudhorn signet to Mando’s right arm.

“You are a clan of three.”

You felt the happy tears creep up again, but you blinked them away. Trying not to ruin the moment.

“Thank you,” Mando stated. “I will wear this with honor.”

You were convinced you had never been happier. The day started with Kuiil dying, fighting for your life, and Mando almost dying, but you made it through. You made it to right here.

You bowed slightly to the woman.

“Thank you,” you said. “I am honored.”

“The honor is mine,” she says to you.

You smiled up at her, enjoying the butterflies in your tummy and the happiness in your eyes.

You had everything you ever wanted… now, you just needed to get out.

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[avnkin]

Not What It Seems ( d.m )

Summary: Draco starts spreading rumours about you and you demand to know why.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k ish

Warnings: angst and draco being mean

Author’s Note: here’s my first draco fic!!! i’m currently working on 4 others, one series, two requests and a one shot that i’m 8k words deep into,, please continue sending in requests i love hearing your ideas and writing them out!<3 PSA I wrote this in like an hour so it’s not my best work lmao I just wanted to post something since i’ve been so inactive (not my gif)

You and Draco had always had a sort of rivalry going on between the two of you. Everyday in class he’d throw a snide comment directed your way which you’d send right back with a remark of your own.

Everyone had gotten used it by now the teachers hardly bothering to intervene whenever you two were having one of your ‘arguments’ in class.

It had been a monday when the rumours had started. You’d been walking to your charms class when you noticed the abnormally large crowd of Slytherin girls stop and stare when you walked past, whispering in each other’s ears while they not so subtly pointed at you.

You’d thought nothing of it since most of those girls hated you and made damn sure you knew it so that wasn’t anything new, but the stares and giggles had continued on for the rest of the day and not just from the Slytherin’s but the other houses as well, what the hell was going on?

When you’d finally made it to your last class of the day you’d grown fairly sick of it. Hermione had taken a seat next you which was when you knew something was definitely up since she always sat next to Ron and you to Harry.

She’d given you a worried glance which you’d returned with one of confusion.

“Why is everyone acting so weird?” you finally asked noticing the lingering stares from your fellow classmates who quickly looked away whenever you made eye contact.

“I was actually coming to see if you knew” Hermione had hesitantly replied, shuffling uncomfortably in her seat.

“Knew? knew what” you inquired feeling the tiniest hint of nerves as you watched Hermione bite down on her, lip carefully contemplating her next words.

“There’s been this rumour... about you” Hermione cautioned, it was obvious she didn’t feel comfortable telling you this but you didn’t care continuing to press on her. 

“What rumour?”

“Well it’s just people have been saying that you’ve been- uh sleeping around” she spoke the last part of her sentence quietly as she looked down onto her lap “please don’t think I’m judging you, I would never do that what you do in your own time is entirely your business and no one else’s, it’s just to bad nobody at this school seems to be familiar with the word privacy- but anyways, I just wanted you to hear it from me rather then anybody else”

Your eyes widened at her words and you suddenly became very aware of the students that we’re still staring now knowing what they were thinking made it ten times worse.

“What? why would anyone think that” your voice wavered even though you felt like you knew exactly who had started the rumour, Malfoy.

He’d seen you with a fellow Slytherin boy the other night, you knew that because you’d made very awkward eye contact with the platinum blond once you’d entered they boys dormitories.

It hadn’t been anything like everyone seemed to think, but you couldn’t go telling people that you were sneaking around with a boy who was helping you cheat on your tests.

You hadn’t been doing well in school so you saw no harm in paying someone off to do your homework or work on spells that would enable him to talk to you during tests and tell you the answers. Your family was wealthy which was why you knew they wouldn’t question the missing money.

You figured that Draco had been watching you whenever you’d sneak into the Slytherin common room but decided to keep it to himself until today apparently.

When he walked into the classroom accompanied by his usual entourage, you gave him the deadliest stare you could muster which he only replied too with a wink.

It infuriated you that he’d been spreading such lies about you, who did he think he was? Even if you had been sleeping with the boy it wasn’t his or anyone else’s damn business.

Since the teacher had yet to arrive you angrily stood up stomping towards Draco, wanting to get more than a few things off of your chest.

When you finally stood in front of his desk you slammed both your hands down on the wooden surface causing him to turn towards you leaning back in his chair his signature smirk resting on his lips.

“Anything I can help you with Y/L/N” his voice was smooth, as if he didn’t have a care in the world, asshole.

“You can stop telling lies about me for starters” you chided, rolling your eyes once you heard the ‘oh’s’ from around you, clearly you’d caught the attention of the rest of the class.

“They’re not lies and you know it” he challenged now sitting up fully in his chair.

“Yes they are and why do you even care Malfoy? Are you jealous” that sentence seemed to throw him off as he uncomfortably shifted in his chair his body language changing in mere seconds.

That’s when you realized you’d hit a soft spot, smirking before continuing “oh I get it, that’s it, you’re in love with me aren’t you” you teasingly pouted leaning forward on his desk to rest your chin in your palm smiling innocently up at him.

A bright pink tint appeared on his cheeks as he took in a deep breath giving you a warning glare which you ignored even though you knew you were skating on thin ice.

“Poor Malfoy can’t even get the girl he likes”

That’s when he seemed to snap, quickly getting up pushing the chair from behind him causing it to almost fall to the floor but Zabini’s arm had caught it just in time.

He placed his fingers on the desk in front of him, all embarrassment seeming to fade off of him as he looked you up and down, his signature smirk now back on his lips.

“Believe me Y/L/N, I don’t want you and neither does anyone else so any guy who says he’s interested in you beyond just fucking you is full of shit”

You’d been expecting him to say a lot of things but not that. You stood frozen for a couple of seconds, this was probably the first time you couldn’t come up with anything to say.

His words had cut deep and the chortles from the students around you weren’t helping at all. You felt tears beginning to brim in the corner of your eyes but you didn’t dare let them fall, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d hurt so you just shook your head before heading straight for the exit of the classroom.

“That was a low blow Malfoy, even for you” Hermione glared at him before hurriedly standing up and following you out into the hallway.

Draco didn’t melt into the cheers and laughter of his friends like he usually did, instead he sunk into his seat ignoring everyone around him.

He knew what he’d said wasn’t true but he’d been so blinded by jealousy when he saw you enter another boys dormitory that he’d gone to Blaise and told him that he wouldn’t be surprised if you would have gone through the entire Slytherin house by the end of the term.

He truly didn’t know why he did it and a sudden guilt creeped onto him as flashes off your hurt face lingered in his mind.

Tears were now fully falling down your cheeks, you felt embarrassed and humiliated, he’d given all the students yet another thing to gossip about without a care in the world.

“Y/N!” Hermione’s voice sounded from behind you causing to you quickly stop and turn around gladly accepting the comforting hug she engulfed you in as soon as she reached you.

“He’s full of shit Y/N don’t you dare let someone like him be the cause of your tears. You are so much more than his stupid comments believe me” you nodded letting her wipe away your tears.

You stayed out in the hallway for a couple more minutes but when you saw professor Snape walking past you, you didn’t feel like getting yelled at for being late as well so you and Hermione quickly followed after him.

As soon as you walked into the classroom all eyes were on you but you ignored them keeping your head held high as you walked back to your seat not daring to look over at Draco.

After class had finished you felt much better having spent your time with ‘the golden trio’ letting them cheer you up, your embarrassment long forgotten as the four of you made your way into the Great Hall for dinner.

You’d been walking behind them having been to caught up in your own thoughts when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist pulling you into an empty corner of the hallway along with them.

You let out a yelp as you were pressed against a wall a hand coming up to cover your mouth. You quickly looked up at your assailant only to be met with a pair of grey eyes you weren’t expecting to see, Draco.

“Calm down it’s just me”

You immediately pushed him off of you “Is that supposed to make feel better? God you’re such an arse” you scoffed attempting to walk away from him but he grabbed your arm again pulling you back in front of him.

“Y/N please hear me out” he pleaded, the mention of your first name startling you a bit, not once in all your years at Hogwarts had he called you Y/N.

“Y/N huh, that’s new” you folded your arms over your chest glaring up at him.

He ignored your words as he fiddled with his fingers clearly trying to think of an apology good enough for what he had said earlier.

“Shit, Y/N- I mean Y/L/N, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said that it was stupid, I-I hope you know I don’t actually think that, It’s just when I saw you with him I got so mad, I don’t know why I-I didn’t mean it-“

“You didn’t mean it? Well that sure as hell didn’t stop you from saying it in front of the entire bloody class” you cut him off now resting your hand on your hip.

“I know, I- I don’t know what to say except that I’m really sorry” he shook his head before he turned to walk away from you, but just as he was about to round the corner you called out after him.

“I’m sorry for what I said as well”

He stopped dead in his tracks before slowly making his way back to stand in front of you, you were now very much aware of how close the two of you were and you almost invontarily backed into the stone wall causing him to take another step towards you.

“Well you weren’t exactly wrong”

“Oh so you were jealous” you teased looking up at the platnium blond who already had his eyes glued on you a small smile resting on his lips

Instead of answering he surged forward pressing you even harder into the wall, his hands wrapping around your waist as his lips connected with yours.

Your eyes widened at his actions as you stood frozen against him which he seemed to notice after a couple of seconds quickly pushing himself off of you.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet your lips again.

He hungrily kissed you back his arms wrapping around your torso before travelling down to your hips pulling you even more into him.

“What on earth is going on here” professor McGonagall’s voice suddenly sounded from beside you causing the two of you to quickly jump away from each other.

“Oh- uhm sorry professor we were just- uhm” you tried to come up with an excuse turning your head towards Draco hoping he would help but he just stood frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Detention, both of you for the next two weeks”

[nights-legacy]

Not What You're Thinking-Todoroki

First time trying to hold their hand. Does it go right or wrong?

MHA Masterlist

+ Everyone knows how Todoroki is with emotions. He is aloof, unemotional, and unfortunately, cold. It was no surprise to anyone with you two haven’t ever shown any physical part of your relationship. What no one knew was it never happened when you two were on your own either. As a result, you start to think he doesn’t really have interest in you after all.

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Things between Todoroki and I were moving slow and I mean really slow. A slow as a glacier, no pun intended. We were currently walking towards lunch and I was walking towards Todoroki like normal. I wanted to hold the boys hand very badly but I didn’t want to rush him.

“What are you going to get today, L/N?” Uraraka asked me. I smiled and thought about it.

“I don’t really know. I am not really hungry right now. My stomach is upset.” I said truthfully. She looked at me worried.

“Really? Do you need to go see Recovery Girl?” She asked. I shook my head.

“No. It’s nothing to bad. I’ll probably just get some rice so I have something in my stomach.”

“Are you sure?” She was really worried. I stopped her and the others went on.

“I promise. If I start to feel worse I’ll go to Recovery Girl immediately.” I assured her. She relaxed, believing me.

“Are you okay girls?” Midoriya called out. We looked at them. They were stopped a few yards ahead of us. We nodded and walked to catch up.

“Are you alright, L/N?” Todoroki asked. “I heard you say that you had an upset stomach.” I could see the tiniest bit of concern in his stoic expression.

“Yes. It’s only a little thing.” I said, smiling. He nodded before glancing down for a second before looking forward again. He went forward and I looked down to see what he glanced down at. I saw nothing. I shrugged, following.

I stayed true to my word with Uraraka and got rice. Iida and I were waiting at the table for the rest to come back from the line. Todoroki sat down next to me while Uraraka and Midoriya sat across for us. I smiled at them being cutesy together.

“Is that all your eating, L/N?” Todoroki asked. I nodded. He stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read for a little longer before he turned back to his food.

Mindless chatter of training, course work, and other things swirled around the table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Todoroki move his hand onto the table. The thought of holding his hand ran through my head. I took a breath trying to build the courage before taking the chance.

I place my hand on top of his and lightly gripped onto it. I held my breath waiting for him to return, but he never did. I let out a silent, shuddering breath. I took a sly glance at his face and saw no difference then normal in his expression. I bit the inside of my lip as I slowly pulled my hand away and into my lap. I gripped my hands together tightly.

What was I thinking? He’s not really a touchy person in the first place. Why would he want to hold hands? I chided myself. My stomach felt even worse now. I pushed my bowl back away from me when I caught onto Midoriya nearly hanging off of Todoroki. Maybe he just doesn’t want to do that with me…

“I’ll be back.” I said getting up. All three of them looked at me.

“Where are you going?” Uraraka asked.

“Recovery Girl.” I said quietly and walked off. I heard Uraraka call after me if I wanted her to go with me but I didn’t answer. As I exited the cafeteria. I felt tears run down my face. I went in the complete opposite direction of Recovery Girl.

3rd POV

Todoroki watched as Y/N walked away. You couldn’t see it on his face but he was extremely chiding himself. He basically froze and was internally panicking when Y/N had placed there hand on his. He only started to panic more when they pulled away and grew tense.

“What was that?” Midoriya asked after a few minutes of silence. Everyone at the table but the one was wondering the same thing.

“Well, they weren’t feeling well. Their stomach was upset so maybe it got worse?” Uraraka said more in a question then a statement. “They told me they would go to Recovery Girl if their stomach got worse.”

“It would be wise if one of us went to check on them.” Iida suggested.

“I’ll go.” Todoroki said without missing a beat, rising to his feet. He pushed in his chair.

“Excellent. It would be better if it was you anyway due to your relationship with L/N.” Todoroki only answered by nodding and walked off. He walked to Recovery Girl’s office. He walked in and paused when the only person he saw was Recovery Girl.

“Oh, Mr. Tododroki. Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Has Y/N been here?” Todoroki asked. She thought for a second.

“No, they haven’t.” Todoroki’s eyes widened. He thanked her and walked out.

I didn’t pass her did I? She said she was going to Recovery Girl but… He stopped and thought about it. She probably went to the courtyard of the dorms. He took off running, not caring that lunch was going to be over soon. He ran without breaking his stride or stopping. He ran into the Heights Allience and straight through to the court yard. He finally stopped when he saw their figure sitting on the ground.

“L/N?” He called out. They tensed and looked over their shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” They said in a meek voice. He sighed and looked around before walking over and sitting in front of them.

“No you’re not. And I know it’s my fault.” Todoroki said.

Y/N’s POV

“No you’re not. And I know it’s my fault.” My gaze shot to his face. I saw only slight emotion his face. He took a big breath before looking up at me. Guilt and remorse were written on his face. “I am not good at showing emotions. I only recently learned that it was okay to show them. My damn father and his…”

He stopped taking another breath, closing his eyes in annoyance. I set a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and gazed down at my hand. Slowly he reached up and grabbed my hand. He gripped it tight before bringing it up to lightly kiss it. My eyes widen.

“I’m sorry. I froze up when you tried to hold my hand. My mind went completely blank but I knew I wanted to hold yours too. He set his hand that was holding mine in his lap and laid his other on top of mine. “I don’t know what I made you think but whatever it was it wasn’t true. I promise.”

“Thank you.” I whispered. I set my other hand on top of ours.

“I wish I was as confident in our relationship as I am in my hero training.” He admitted. “I didn’t have the best role model for relationships.”

“I know.” I said. I reached up and held his cheek. “If you are unsure of anything or need to slow down or whatever, don’t be afraid to ask. I won’t be upset. I understand that this is all new to you. I was just…earlier, it went through my mind that you didn’t want to do this with me even when I know that this isn’t something you know.”

“I do want to do this. Especially with you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked you out on that first date.” He leant closer to look at me in the eyes. “I am ashamed of myself for making you feel this way.”

“Don’t be. I understand why you reacted that way. I just wish I remembered that in the moment.” I gripped onto his hand. I looked up and sighed. “We better get back to class. We’re probably going to get in trouble for being late.” He nodded. He pulled back and got up smoothly. He reached out for me. I grasped onto his hands and he pulled me up easily. I yelped a bit when I fell into his chest.

“Are you alright?” He asked, with a slightly blush on his cheeks. I nodded.

“Yes, I just forget how strong you are sometimes.” I admitted shyly. He chuckled, which I found out was my most favorite sound in the world.

“Come on. Time to go.” He said, pulling gently on one of my hands. I nodded and followed. After a few minutes of walking and getting back into the school building, he seemed to remember something. “Oh, how is your stomach?”

“Oh…” I was surprised, not only at the question but at the fact that the discomfort from earlier was gone. “Much better. I even realize the discomfort went away.”

“That’s good.” He said. “I hate seeing you unwell. How about after school, we got out to get something to eat? Anything you like, it’s on me.” He led me up the stairs and the classroom came into view.

“Alright. Sounds good to me.” I said. He brought my hand up to his lips again, kissing my knuckled ever so slightly and I noticed, a bit unsure. He looked at me, checking to see if it was okay. I gave him a smile and we got lost in each other’s eyes.

“Come on you two.” We jumped at the sound of Aizawa’s voice. We both looked to see the tired man in the doorway to the class. I blushed as Todoroki flushed a little. “You’re late but Uraraka, Iida, and problem child explained what happened. I guess you’re off the hook this time but don’t make a habit of it.”

“Yes sir.” We chorused as he disappeared in the room. I looked over at him with an amused smile. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh. He smiled too before shaking his head and pulling me into the classroom.

Tags: @spicy-therapist-mom @dxnaii-rxse

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Ex’s and Oh’s | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Summary: Drunk and stranded at a house party, you have no option but to call your ex Jaehyun. When you see him, you realise you want him back. How far are you willing to go to prove it?

Genre: Ex-Boyfriend!Jaehyun, Angst, Suggestive

Word Count: 1.6k

Gif: @johnni​

“W-watch it,” you slur.

Liquid splashes down the front of your sequin dress. It takes your rum-riddled mind a moment to work out that someone’s spilled their drink on you.

You can’t tell if the room is spinning or you are. “God, why did I drink so much?” you mutter. But deep down, you know why you did it – to forget about him.

You push through the crowd in the living room into the garden. Drunk people are littered across the lawn, some making out, some fast asleep.

The fresh air calms you, but only for a moment. A sickening feeling washes over you. You grasp at your purse, but to your horror, it’s empty.

“My phone!”

You look back at the heaving house. There’s no way you’ll be able to find your phone in that mess.

“Hey, you!” You dash towards a boy sitting near you, almost tripping over your heels. “Can I borrow your phone?”

The boy nods and hands it over.

You stare at the keypad, desperately trying to remember any phone number that isn’t his. But it's useless. You can only remember one string of digits. The ones seared into your heart.

The phone rings three times before he picks up.

“Jaehyun?”

There’s silence.

Then, “Y/n?”.

And it all comes rushing back – Jaehyun’s dimples, his deep laughs, his pink hands and pinker cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed by the memories that you forget to answer.

He snaps you out of it. “What do you want, Y/n? It’s 2AM.” Jaehyun’s once chocolatey voice is ice cold. You suppress a shiver.

“Jaehyun, I’m sorry for calling you but I’m at a house party and I lost my phone and I don’t know how to get home and-” you gasp. “Can you please come and pick me up?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he’ll say yes.

There’s more silence.

“Jaehyun…” you plead. “I didn’t know who else to call. I’m… I’m scared.”

You hear a sigh. “Alright. Stay where you are, Y/n. I’m coming.”

Warmth trickles through you. Thank god.

You sit on the porch step, shivering in your mini dress. Just as you're about to doze off, you hear the low hum of an engine. Your eyes snap open.

You see a battered blue Prius pull up in front of the house. You’d recognise that car anywhere. After all, it’s where you lost your virginity.

Jaehyun steps out, and you almost gasp. He’s just as handsome as you remember – scratch that, he’s more handsome.

A head of soft purple hair frames his smooth skin. His dark lashes fall onto towering cheekbones, with those deep dimples you could spend eternity in.

Jaehyun’s wearing a simple black T shirt, but you can see a new definition rippling underneath.

When he sees you, Jaehyun's lips form a tight line.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asks, gesturing at your skimpy dress.

You wrap your arms around him, locking him in a tight embrace. “Not anymore,” you mumble against his chest.

You breathe in his cologne, grapefruit and cinnamon. You're weak at the knees - and it's not just the alcohol. But Jaehyun is frozen under your touch, hands hanging limp by his sides.

“Thanks for coming, Jae.” You hiccup.

“Well, I couldn’t just leave you…” Jaehyun says, avoiding your eyes. “Come on, let’s go.”

Jaehyun starts pacing towards his car.

You hurry behind him, but you can barely manage a straight line. Suddenly, your heel snaps, and you thud onto the wet grass.

Jaehyun whips his head round.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” he asks, crouching down in front of you. His brows crease with concern. When he catches you staring, his face falls blank.

“Why did you have to drink so much, Y/n?”

“Why do you think?” You nurse your scraped knee, which stings more with shame than pain.

Jaehyun holds his hand out for you. You grasp it, ignoring the sparks that fly through you, and let him haul you up.

When you stand up, you’re so close to his face that you can see the faint blush on his papery cheeks.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” You slap your hand over your mouth. “Did I just say that out loud?”

The tiniest smile appears on Jaehyun's face.

The drive home is quiet. Every time you try to talk, Jaehyun just looks away.

The passing streetlights pulse bright amber on Jaehyun's face. He grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles go white.

You rest your head on the door and stare out of the window. The world fades into black…

When you wake up, you realise you’re in the parking lot of your apartment block.

Jaehyun is standing outside the car, on the phone. His denim jacket forms your makeshift blanket. It smells like the Christmas you shared together.

You step out of the car. Jaehyun sees you and hangs up.

“Who were you talking to?” you ask.

Jaehyun just purses his lips. “Do you think you can walk alone?”

You nod.

The bright lights in the lift make your head throb. “Was that your new girlfriend you were on the phone with?”

Jaehyun pauses, then nods curtly, avoiding your gaze.

Your stomach clenches with bile, and you have to grab the lift handle for support. Thankfully, the elevator door dings open.

You stumble down the hallway to your apartment, Jaehyun following silently behind you.

You step inside your apartment, chucking off your high heels.

Jaehyun stands at the doorway, picking at invisible dust on his jeans.

“Thanks for bringing me home. Do you… want to come inside?”

“I better not.” Jaehyun says, pushing his hand through his hair.

“Fine,” you mumble, feeling a lot more hurt than you’d expected. You pick up a glass of water from the side table.

But then, the glass slips out of your hand and smashes onto the floor. You stand there dumbfounded, staring at the broken shards by your feet.

Jaehyun runs into the apartment. “Don’t move. Are you hurt?”

“I…” you touch your cheek. Your fingers come away wet. You hadn’t even realised you were crying.

You take a step towards Jaehyun. Your bare foot lands on a shard of glass, and you yank it back, hissing.

“I told you not to move!” Jaehyun steps towards you, his Timberlands crunching on the glass.

Jaehyun places one arm around your waist and the other under your legs, lifting you into his arms. He carries you bridal style towards your bedroom. You don’t have to tell him the way.

You feel so safe in his arms. “Why did we break up again?” you murmur.

Jaehyun sighs softly. “You broke up with me, remember?” You turn your face into his shirt, feeling his warmth pulsing through. Jaehyun’s heart speeds up.

Jaehyun pushes your bedroom door open and gently sets you down on your bed. You lie and watch as he picks some pyjamas from your wardrobe.

He places the clothes on the pillow beside your head. “I really should go now…”

Jaehyun turns towards the door, but you catch his wrist before he can leave.

“Wait… don’t go,” you whisper. Jaehyun stands frozen. You lace your fingers with his.

“I miss you… and I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk.”

Jaehyun’s broad shoulders rise and fall. You can’t see his eyes, but you pray that they hold the same longing you feel.

You gently tug Jaehyun around till he’s facing you.

You take in Jaehyun’s glistening eyelashes, the firm set of his jaw, his head hanging low. Your heart breaks to see him like this. This is your fault.

Jaehyun slumps down on the bed next to you.

“Please say something,” you whisper, your heart thumping against your ribs.

Jaehyun lifts his head and stares at you. You notice, for the first time, that his hazel eyes are flecked with gold. Your breath catches. Why had you never noticed that before?

You place your hands on his shoulders. Jaehyun stays absolutely still as you drag your lips up the soft skin of his neck.

“Jaehyun…” you murmur.

You lean in and kiss him on the mouth. Jaehyun gasps, but his hand trails up and cradles the back of your head.

Jaehyun kisses you back, and you slide back together like no time has passed at all. You feel his lips everywhere, his warm breath touching every inch of your skin.

When you pull away, you’re both panting.

“You should get some sleep,” Jaehyun says softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

As if on cue, your head starts to spin. You nod, mentally promising to never drink again. You can’t imagine what you look like right now – a mess wouldn’t begin to describe it.

Jaehyun helps you pull your dress off over your head. He averts his gaze from your chest as he helps you into your pyjamas.

When you’re dressed, you crawl under the duvet cover.

“Will you stay till I fall asleep?” You hide your burning cheeks with the duvet.

“Of course,” he whispers.

---

The morning sun presses on your eyelids, forcing you awake.

You clutch your head as you sit up, feeling liquid rolling forward in your stomach.

Your eyes go to the bean bag at the end of your bed. Jaehyun is slouched, fast asleep, long limbs spilling onto the floor. His purple hair sticks up in crazy tufts, but he still manages to look angelic.

Warmth floods your veins. He stayed!

Suddenly, you hear a phone ring. The sound smashes into your skull at a million decibels.

You scramble to stop the hideous noise, and see a black phone on your bedside. Without thinking, you accept the call.

“Hello? Y/n speaking,” you mumble.

A woman’s voice crackles over. “Who are you and why do you have my boyfriend’s phone?”

You gasp. His girlfriend. You totally forgot.

You hang up without responding. You look over to Jaehyun, who’s wide awake. His face is deathly pale.

Shit.

[w-ndrr]

distraction | diana prince x batgirl!reader (m)

a/n: this is nsfw! viewer discretion advised :) i also don’t write a lot of smut so i will try my very best. thanks for reading! <3 xoxo isabelle

summary: (possessive wonder woman x batgirl!reader smut) after diana and bruce’s little sister!reader have a falling out, they meet again at bruce’s little soirée and they do the thing >.<

word count: hold up idk yet (update ok now i know it’s 4.27k+)

warnings: AHEMMM the tiniest bit of angst, overprotectiveness, jealousy, possessiveness, make up sex? idk, smut; top!diana, fingering, oral, dirty talk?, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, marking, body worship, and her f*cking lasso

Gotham City was the pride of criminals and wrongdoers. At every corner of any street, there is always a victim at the receiving end of these crimes. It was dark place to be—to live in. The endless corruption in this city felt suffocating to be even a part of. You couldn’t imagine why a person would want to live here. Especially, with a clown always on the loose. But, the Batman has always come to save the day... Usually.

Batman was the shoulder the people of this crime infested city would lean on. Time and time again, he’s saved his city, delivering justice to the criminal element. But, he was a busy man. Under his vigilante persona, he was Bruce Wayne; he’s got a company to run, a public to satisfy and little sister to protect.

Unfortunately, having a brother like him, you followed a lot of his footsteps and decided to go save the city sometimes, too, which he passionately protested for you not to do so. You were Batgirl. And you told him that he’s got other bigger responsibilities like being a highly treasured member of the his little superhero club, the Justice League.

You’ve met the members of the Justice League. They were interesting people and they were friendly sometimes. One of them stood out, though.

Her name was Diana. Diana Prince. And you had fallen in love with her as did she. Her intelligence and determination to protect everyone was endearing. Not to mention, she was a beauty amongst beauties and you had willingly wrapped yourself around her finger.

Her love for you was undeniable. She wanted to protect you at all costs and if any harm had come to you, she would never forgive herself for not being there. She wanted you safe all the time.

But, as Batgirl, that was something you couldn’t promise.

Sometimes you would come home to her with fatal injuries and she would have to tend to your wounds. And every second, she loathed it. She hated it when you bled. She hated it when you came home with bruises and cuts. She hated it when you would cry when it was too painful.

And after almost two years of being together, the both of you fought and argued and screamed at each other. Out of anger, Diana had admitted to you being weak with no powers. She has faced many strong dangers and she believed it would be hard for you to stand against a villain who possesses powers from beyond. The words that spilled her mouth had shocked even her and she tried to take it all back but, it was too late.

You were livid. She thought you were weak, and you were angry. You stormed off and cried into the arms of your big brother. Bruce understood what Diana was thinking. At some point, he thought of you like that, too. In a way, he still kind of does. And that was okay. He’s your big brother and he should be protective the same way Diana should be.

It had been months since you spoke to Diana; the last conversation you had together didn’t go so well. You were still angry at her, but you also missed her. You loved being with her. Sometimes, because of it, you wanted to just forget about the whole fight and go back.

But, you’re not weak. And you knew that.

Lately, Bruce has been trying really hard to make your days better. He knew it would be hard to do so without the Amazonian. He also knew she was the key to making you happy.

So, he threw a gala in an attempt to get the two of you back together.

You hated parties, whether it contained solo cups, cheap beer, and blaring music or inconsequent polite conversation, canapes, and wine. You didn’t like them. You would usually put on an act as you entered the room; Bruce Wayne’s beautiful little sister. She was charismatic, a little cocky, liked to mingle, liked to drink. All which you are not.

Even though Bruce knew you wouldn’t want to go to a stupid party at the top floor of one of his hotels, it was the only way to get you and Diana into a room together without worrying about world problems. Bruce told her about the plan. You would be angry, she already predicted that, but she missed you. By the gods, she misses you so much. She would do anything to see you.

And when she did, her body ached for you. She saw you through a sea of business men and women and other important people she could care less about. You glowed in that beautiful silk gown and her eyes stuck to you like glue. Your stride, your confidence and your back, on full display, caught the eye of innumerable people in the room and she wanted to hide you—to keep you away from their lingering eyes. You belonged to her.

As she was just about to walk towards you, she heard your laugh. When she looked to the side, there was a man dressed in a fancy, three piece suit standing in front of you with a glass of champagne in between his fingers, just like you.

Bruce walks past Diana and before he could walk away successfully, she grabbed the collar of his suit jacket and pulled him close enough to talk.

“Who is that?” Diana pointed in your direction.

Bruce’s eyes darted to you then to your partner, “Oh, that’s Jamie Harris, one of the head scientists at my Biotech department... Also, (Y/N)’s—”

“Ex. Got it.”

Diana shook her head and sighed. You had only mentioned him once when you and Diana had talked about past significant others.

“What’s your plan, princess?” Bruce raises an eyebrow at the tall woman.

“What do you think I should do?”

“I would recommend just going up to her,” Bruce suggests. “Interrupt them before they doing anything big. You never know, he could be asking her out right now.”

The Amazonian nodded as she turned her head back towards your direction. Clenching her jaw at the sight of you and this short man, she walked over confidently with her eyebrows furrowed. When she got close enough, Diana had to clear her throat to grab both of your attention.

“Ahem,” Diana pursed her lips slightly before putting on a synthetic smile. “Do you mind if I interrupt?”

Diana watched as you met her gaze before immediately taking a large sip of your champagne with your soft, pretty lips. She sees your jaw clench and your eyes glance everywhere but her.

“Not at all,” the man exclaims happily, straightening his posture as he watches the woman that joined them. “Mind I interest you in a glass, Miss...”

“Prince,” Diana nods at him although she could care less about whatever comes out of this puny man’s mouth. “(Y/N). It’s nice to see you again.”

After preparing, you give her a fake smile and say, “I wish I could say the same to you, Diana.”

The Amazonian swears her she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She licks her lips and stares at the floor. She notices your foot tapping against it as if you were getting impatient and her eyes traveled from your feet, to the hand the rested lowly at the curve your hip, up to your collarbones, then to your neck that she missed to kiss so much. Diana felt her mouth go dry. You looked so good. All she wanted now was to take you away from this man and everyone else in this room just to have you all to herself. Her body ached to touch you—to feel your skin against hers.

But, this man was in the way.

“Ahem. Nice to meet you, Miss Prince,” Jamie gives her a smug smile and puts her hand out to shake hers. “I’m Jamie Harris! You can call me Jamie. A scientist working under Bru—”

“That’s great, Mr. Harris,” Diana says without even giving him a glance given that her eyes were practically glued onto you. “You look stunning, Miss Wayne.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Jamie butts in with a laugh. “You should see her in the morning! Her does this curl thing and it looks ridicu—”

“I beg to differ, Mr. Harris,” Diana clenched her jaw even harder and glares at him. “In fact, I hope you are not criticizing her hair when you have the same do as Colonel Muammar Gaddafi.”

“I—Uh. W-Who—”

“ A dictator. I’m sorry. I forget you’re a scientist, not a politician—”

“Diana.”

Your voice held so much authority over her; it stopped her in her tracks and she stutters only for a moment before turning her head back to you. She swallows the lump in her throat as she studies the look on your face. Your eyes were bold, glaring at her with her brows furrowed.

“A word, please,” you tell her with a sigh. “Alone.”

Diana takes a deep breath in attempt to let out some steam. She feels your hand grab her arm to take her away from the crowds and out into a secluded hall. The moment you touched her, she felt like she was on fire. She followed behind you and watched the way you walk and by the gods, she wanted nothing more than to put her hands on your hips if you’d let her.

After you decided that it was far enough from the party, you turned around with your brows furrowed as you looked at her, her brows furrowed as well. You inhaled slowly as she crossed her arms over her chest. God, she was distracting. You shook your head and closed your eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing talking to your—”

“Ex, Diana? What’s wrong with it?” you yell at her. “I’m doing the same thing right now, aren’t I?”

Diana is taken back for a moment. Sometimes, she denies that the two of you actually broke up. You watch her as she brings her long fingers up to scratch her neck slowly. God, it was distracting.

“(Y/N). I don’t like it when you talk to other people who are obviously interested in you,” the Amazon tells you firmly. “It angers me.”

“I can do whatever I want, Diana. The last time I checked, we’re not together anymore,” you step closer to her. “And I’m not weak! I don’t need you or Bruce to tell me what I can and can’t do. I know I don’t have powers like you or Clark or Barry. I know that very well. I know I have to be more careful than all of you because I don’t get a second chance. But, Bruce does the same thing everyday! Why can’t I? I’ve trained the same as he has. I’ve fought the same as you all have! I make my own choices. Diana, I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m glass!”

After you were finished, you heaved for air and your eyes had brimmed with tears. You had barely taken a breath since you started talking. Diana had watched your chest rise up and down and to be honest, it was really attractive when you did. Diana mentally cursed at herself for thinking about you like that after you had poured your heart out. But, by the gods, you were so distracting.

Diana had only stared at you after your speech and it only made you furious. Rubbing your fingers over your temples, you closed your eyes and let out a sigh.

“I’m done with this,” you throw your hands into the air and attempted to walk past her.

Before you could get away, Diana places her hand on your upper arm and pulls you back. She wasn’t really thinking as much as she was doing. And you weren’t exactly prepared for this next move she had in mind; in fact, it’ll leave you speechless.

“Diana—”

Her lips pressed against yours, hardly wasting no time to slide them together with a tilt of her head. Her nose brushes against yours and you sigh into the kiss. God, you’ve missed her. Even if she made you angry, you’ve missed her so much these past few months.

Diana kisses you like you were the finest thing she’ll ever taste. She kisses you with so much force that it’s all you could think about. And when she slipped her tongue past your lips to meet yours, you almost fell weak at your knees, but she released the grip on your arm and pressed her hand flat on your back, pressing you against her front firmly. You held onto her shoulders as you moaned into her mouth. Gods, when you did, Diana aggressively fought the urge to take you right there in this hall.

Diana pulls her head back to look at you. Your lipstick was slightly smudged and your eyes were half lidded as you breathed heavily.

“I’m getting us a room.”

The Amazonian thanked Bruce in her head for throwing this damn party on the rooftop of one of his hotels. So, she dragged you far, far away from the soirée and into a bed.

Before the door even opened into the room, Diana had your legs wrapped around her waist as she carried you in. She almost wanted to kick the door down after struggling to get the keycard through the slot, but it didn’t even matter. She had pressed your back against the door, lips sliding over each other, as she slipped the keycard in.

The door opened with an electronic beep and you were met with a wide room with a large white bed in front of a large window looking down at the city lights almost seventy stories up from the ground. The view illuminated the room dimly and there was no need to even turn the lights on.

Diana closed the door with her foot and slammed you against the wall (as lightly as she could without hurting you). Your hands tangled up in her hair as she moves her lips from your mouth, to your jaw, and then down to your neck. She bit on you lightly before sucking passionately until a bruise formed. And she didn’t stop. She marked you all over your neck. After she would give you a hickey, she would run her tongue over it softly. She would kiss you behind your ear, underneath your jaw, and back to you lips. She missed you so much and she couldn’t wait to mark you all over your body like you belonged to her; and you did.

Diana easily ripped your gown off and slid it down from your shoulders (it’s fine, she’ll buy you a new one). You were pressed up against her and the wall behind you as you held her waist tighter with you legs. The Amazonian rested her head in the crook of your neck as her hand slid down from your waist to your panties. She felt the warmth and wetness through the fabric and it made her groan. By the gods, you were so wet. It turned her on so much.

“Diana,” you heaved.

She waited. It was all up to you if you wanted to continue because, fuck, once she starts taking you, she won’t stop. But, if you wanted to stop, she would stop.

“Diana, Diana,” you whined as you ran a hand through her hair. “Please. Please. Fuck, Diana... I need you.”

Diana immediately slips her hand into your underwear and pushes a fingers into you. She listens to you moan as she presses against your walls. Quickly finding your g-spot, Diana pulls her head away from your neck to watch your mouth open, to watch you gasp, to watch you furrow your eyebrows, and to watch you lean your head back against the wall.

You had said her name ten times already tonight and each time it turned her on. She couldn’t wait to get you to moan and scream her name as many times as she could get you to. She couldn’t wait.

“You sound so beautiful,” she coos. “I’m going to make you come and come until you can’t take it anymore.”

Diana slips another finger into you and you held onto her shoulders as you moan at the sound of her voice and the feeling of her long fingers pistons in and out of you quickly.

“You’re going to scream for me, my love,” Diana whispers in your ear. “You’re going to let everyone know who you belong to. Okay?”

“D-Diana,” you moan.

“Is that clear?”

“Yes!” you yell. “Fuck yes, Diana!”

Her fingers move faster and faster and it keeps you moaning for her. You get tighter and tighter and soon, Diana has to speed up and apply more pressure to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Searing sensations spread from your core and through out your body and the moment she pressed her thumb onto your clit, you come undone.

You can feel wetness gushing out of you with each flick of her thumb as your legs shake around her. Diana breathes into your neck as she listens to you pant for air with a shaky breath. She lets you ride out your orgasm only for a moment because she wants to move on to the next step.

You moan as you feel her fingers slip out of you with a squelch. Without breaking eye contact, Diana brings her slick fingers to mouth and licks your juices off, sucking on her fingers like a lollipop. By the gods, you tasted divine. She can’t wait to have more. You gasp as she leans in to kiss you again with the taste of you still on her tongue. Her kisses were far from controlled as she sucked on your bottom lip, biting it softly until you groaned into her mouth.

“Shit, Diana.”

Diana smiles and easily carries you over to the bed and lays on you on top it, near the edge. She stood in between your legs and before she does anything else, you watch her slide out of her dress smoothly down her skin. Her eyes never left your gaze. She was so turned on seeing you laid out on the bed, waiting for her to take you. The Amazonian climbs on top of you and kisses you passionately with a moan as your hands meet her bare back. In a swift movement, Diana slips a hand underneath you and unclasps your bra before sliding the straps down your pretty shoulders.

Her eyes hungrily roam over your breasts and your curves and Diana wastes no time to mark you. She leaves hickeys on your shoulders, down the valley of your breasts, and on your stomach. She was in love with the way you looked right now.

“You look so beautiful, (Y/N), my love,” she says, putting a nipple into her mouth. “Your body was made for me.”

She sucks on it for a seemingly long period of time before switching to your other breast. Listening to you moan as she ducked on your nipples gave her butterflies. She starts kissing your lower stomach at the moment and hooks her thumbs through your underwear, pulling them down at a painfully slow pace. When she finally pulls your underwear off, your entrance is met with the cold air.

“Nobody can have you but me,” she tells you firmly, running her hands down your sides. “You’re mine.”

Diana excitedly pushes your knees apart for each other, spreading your legs for her. She stared desperately, eyes swallowing the beautiful sight of your slick entrance. Your thighs were still wet from earlier and she wasted no time kissing up your inner thigh. They starts off as soft, light kisses before leaving hickeys on the inside of your thighs. You were so close to her entrance but she still hasn’t put her tongue on you yet.

“Diana, please.”

She hummed against you before dragging her tongue up your thighs, tasting your juices from earlier. She used her fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. Her tongue ran up and down your lips, lapping at whatever she could to simply gather your taste. And once she did, gods, she drove her head deeper into you.

All you could do was pant and moan as the woman, with her head between legs, devours you like it was her last meal. You run your hands through her hair before pulling on it when her tongue reaches a sensitive spot. And when you moaned louder because of it, she doesn’t stop stimulating that spot over and over again until you’re a moaning mess for her.

She lapped all the juices that were spilling from your entrance like she was starving as she her fingers kept you spread open for her. Diana’s lips wrapped around your lips and sucked as hard as she could before they moved to another much more sensitive area. She pursed right around the nub of your clit, sucking it into her mouth. She flicked her tongue against it causing you to moan her name over and over again until you came a second time on her tongue.

Your juices spill out of you and your legs tremble uncontrollably as your heavy pants were heard throughout the room, however, Diana doesn’t stop just yet. She continues fuck you through your orgasm, sucking on your sensitive clit before slipping two fingers inside of you, moving at a quick pace.

“Oh, my god, D-Diana! I’m—Fuck! Please—”

You’re screaming at this point as she continues to overstimulate you. Your hands desperately pushing at her head as your legs keep trembling. Pulling her fingers out of you, she pulls her golden lasso from out of nowhere and quickly ties your wrists up to the headboard. Diana spreads your thighs as wide as they could go once while holding your hips down as she goes back to lewdly sucking your clit. Slurping at whatever she tastes, she groaning in happiness as she covers your whole pussy with her mouth. Her hands reach down to grope at your the flesh of your ass and push your hips further into her face.

“God, Diana! You’re gonna make me come,” you shake your head as moan, “I’m coming, I’m fucking comin—— Diana!”

She pushes you into a third orgasm as you arch you back against the mattress and scream her name once again. Diana happily laps and swallows all of the juices spilling out of you before pulling her head up from between her legs. You came twice on her tongue already and you felt drained of energy.

“You taste so good, (Y/N),” Diana licks her lips; there’s a visible shine on chin where your cum was dripping from her mouth.

You don’t have the energy to respond just yet, so you lay there catching your breath. Feeling lips kiss you softly up from your stomach to your neck and jaw, Diana presses her lips softly against yours with the taste of you still on her tongue, but you pull away to speak first.

“What about you?”

“I only intended to making you feel good. Besides, your pleasure gives me pleasure,” Diana shakes her head and smiles, leaning down to kiss you again.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you murmured against her lips. “I barely lasted these few months without you. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go back to you so badly, but I’m going to stand my ground because—”

“(Y/N).”

She stops you from going any further, knowing it was the lasso making you talk. With a sigh, Diana looks away from your face and unties the golden ropes at your wrists and throws it onto the floor.

You gently place the palm of your hands on her neck just below her jaw, using your thumbs to turn her head and face you.

“I do miss you,” you quickly give her a peck, only for her to chase your lips with hers. “But, Diana, I need you to trust in me a little more. We all get hurt in our battles and we all come back stronger afterwards.”

You can feel her jaw clenching with your thumbs. Her eyes were closed shut and her breathing staggers a little bit.

Diana opens her glossy eyes after a moment as a single tear drops from her eyes to your face, “I am truly sorry for what I said. I don’t think you’re weak at all. You’re strong, (Y/N). And brave. And you’re willing to give your life to save people. I guess I’m just scared of that because—”

“I know, Diana. I understand,” you nod your head as you look up at her, propped up by her elbows so that she could hover over you. “I’m sorry.”

Diana shakes head rapidly and apologizes more. She puts a hand over one of yours which was caressing her face. She kisses the palm of your hand before finally giving in and puts her whole weight on you, placing her face in the crook of your neck where she kisses you softly.

“Are we okay?”

“Let’s just have this moment and deal with everything else later,” Diana smiles into your neck, seeing all of the hickeys she left on you.

You nod your head as your eyes start to get heavy. Closing your eyes shut, you let your self fall into a calm slumber as Diana’s voice was the last thing you hear.

“I love you. We’ll be okay.”

a/n: i’m sorry if this was kind of long and if there’s some errors bc i didn’t proofread this at all bc i’m fking lazy haha but thank you so much for reading!!

xoxo isabelle

[fixations-and-obsessions]

Take Me High

Warnings- Smut, Oral F!/Receiving

Summary- You aren’t feeling well on Zemo’s plane and he comes to help you in the bathroom.

A/N- It has been a long time since I’ve written so I’m sorry. 

Word Count- 2k

Sam and Bucky are your best friends in the whole world. You would do anything for them. Which was why you were stepping onto this plane with both of them- and Zemo. It was definitely not the ideal situation, but it was the best one you had. You trust that Sam and Bucky wouldn’t steer you wrong.

You had to admit you were very impressed with the luxury you were receiving. You snuggled more comfortably into your chair and let out a content sigh.

“Comfortable?” Zemo questioned.

You eyed him to see if there was any intended malice. Zemo offered a very gentle smile that sent warmth into your cheeks. You brushed it off as the lovely champagne you were supplied with upon entering.

“Yes, very. Thank you,” you averted your eyes feeling very self-conscious suddenly.

Zemo raised his eyebrows slightly. He was shocked to receive thanks.

Things were oddly easy with Zemo. There was pleasant conversation, even a few laughs and smiles. You couldn’t help but be grateful for his company. Everything had changed after the battle with Thanos. You lost Natasha and Steve who were two people that you loved dearly and were very close to. None of it was easy. No one ever talks about it but mourning is hard work. It’s messy, painful, and draining. And you mostly had to do it by yourself. Bucky had gone off to deal with the broken pieces of his life. Sam had left to see his family and work things out with them. Then there was you. And it was too much.

Somehow talking to Zemo and having Sam and Bucky chime in made you feel less alone. You were starting to ache less. You craved that.

Helmut was also enjoying himself as much as he’d hate to admit it. After being in a prison cell for years, this luxury and the company was much appreciated. Especially you. Helmut found himself always being drawn back to you. Even in silence. Even when someone else was speaking, his eyes would find you and watch how your face lights up when you smile at your friends.

“-my dad was so mad at me,” Sam smiled and chuckled at the story he was recounting for us.

Zemo quietly excused himself after laughing at Sam’s story. He briefly said something about checking with the pilot and catching up with the staff.

You stared out the window watching the clouds underneath you for a while. You thought back to Steve and Natsha and your heart felt heavy once again. You bit your tongue to try to get your mind back to you. It helped some but you were still feeling overwhelmed.

You stood up and smoothed out your shirt, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Bucky must have seen the odd look on your face because he asked if you were alright.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little nauseous from the plane. I’m going to splash some water on my face and be in an enclosed space with no windows for a bit.” Technically it wasn’t a lie because looking out the window did make your stomach a little uneasy earlier.

Bucky nodded and you ducked out to the small bathroom. You locked the door behind you and pressed your back to it. Closing your eyes for a moment, a tear slid down your cheek unprompted. You cursed at yourself and wiped at your face. You opened your eyes and pushed yourself off the door. Placing your hands on the sink counter made you feel better because of the inviting bite of the cold. You turned on the faucet and splashed some water on your face.

You let your hands stay on your face for a moment before returning them to the side of the sink and staring into the mirror. Deep breath in through your nose. Deep breath out through your mouth. You continued doing this.

Zemo emerged back into the main area of the plane. He looked at your vacant seat and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Where is Y/n?”

Sam looked up at him, “She’s in the bathroom, I don’t think she’s feeling well.”

Zemo nodded, “I have something that can help her,” he disappeared for a moment and came back with some pills and a water bottle. He knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/n, I have something that will help.”

The knocking on the door startled you. You turned off the faucet and took a look at yourself. You fix your hair a bit before you unlock and open the door.

Zemo slides in and shuts the door behind him. “I brought you this to help with the nausea,” He held out his hand with two pills in his palm.

You reach out to take the pills from him and your fingertips touch his palm. You gasp quietly and recoil your hand the tiniest bit. You hope he doesn’t notice but you allow your eyes to glance up at his to see that his are already trained on you. He seems to search your eyes for a moment. You avert your eyes and take the pills for his hand confidently this time.

His other hand reaches out to offer you the water bottle. You take it and open the cap. Taking a swig of the water to wet your throat, your eyes meet Zemo’s. You take a second sip and pop one of the pills in your mouth and swallow. You do the same with the second one. You haven’t broken eye contact with Zemo yet. However, it’s not intense or threatening, or even challenging.

Your hands shake slightly trying to put the cap back on the water bottle. Helmut’s eyes fall to your trembling hands. He reaches out and cradles your hands.

“Here, let me.”

Although his eyes are focusing on your water bottle, you stare awaiting the return of his eyes to yours. He looks up and smirks handing it back to you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly and sincerely.

He huffs, “You are always thanking me, darling. What for this time? The pills or closing the water bottle?

You swallow dryly, “everything.”

Helmut smiles at you and bows his head before taking a step towards the door.

“Wait,” you say louder than you’ve spoken since you’ve been in here. You reach out and grab his hand that is closest to you.

Zemo stops in his tracks and looks back at your hand that is holding his.

You drop his hand and blink furiously while shaking your head, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

Zemo steps back towards you. This time he is the one to reach for your hand. With his unoccupied hand he tilts your chin up towards him. His eyes dart back between your eyes and your lips. You do the same.

After what feels like an eternity, he dips his head down and places his lips on yours. It was such a simple kiss and it left you yearning for more so you deepened the kiss and captured his lips. It felt like your heart has exploded. This was it. This was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You couldn’t explain it but it was right.

You let go of his hand and cradled his face with both of yours. He let out a sigh and placed one hand on your hip and the other behind your head. Then he pushed you back against the wall gently and he deepened the kiss even further. You felt heat rush to your core. He swiped his tongue into your mouth and then it was your turn to sigh. You just melted for him immediately. Becoming putty in his hands, you let him explore your mouth with his talented tongue.

He broke away to let you breathe which you were thankful for. His eyes searched your face wildly. You pulled him back into you and kissed him with fervor. His hands slid up to your waist and his thumbs rubbed at the material there.

Helmut broke away again but this time to show his love to your neck. You tilted your head to allow him more access. He kissed and sucked at your neck all the way from your ear to your collarbone. You let out a few moans during his trek. However, you remembered that your friends are not far away and that you would have to keep mostly quiet.

You ran your fingers through Zemo’s hair to which he hummed in appreciation and nipped at your collarbone. He returned his lips to yours and you easily molded your body back into his. This time it was you who slipped your tongue into Zemo’s mouth and you could feel the smile at his lips.

At some point he had slipped his leg between yours and his thigh was placed against a very sensitive area. When you became aware of this, you ground down on his thigh. Your lips parted so you could moan, something that Zemo really loved apparently. He lifted his thigh to give you more pressure and you ground down and moaned once again.

Zemo growled deeply and attacked your lips. He swallowed your moans as you continued your ministrations. His right hand came down to unbutton your pants. He slipped his hand in your pants and rested his fingertips on your pubic bone. That was still way too far away for your liking. You bucked up into his hand and whined.

“More,” you moaned, “please”

Zemo pecked your lips, “anything for you.”

His middle finger traced up your clothed slit and you shuddered. He pressed down where he knew your bundle of nerves would be. You almost choked at the pleasure. Finally, he slipped his hand past your underwear and did the exact same thing as before but without anything in the way. You let your head hit the wall as your mouth opened. You tried to remind yourself to keep quiet, but you couldn’t help the moan that escaped when Zemo’s fingers entered you.

Zemo kissed and bit at your neck while his fingers thrust into you. You found yourself rocking into his hand when he would pull out. You reached down to palm his achingly hard erection through his pants. He released a guttural moan as you rubbed him. His fingers sped up and then slid out of you to quickly swirl around your clit before going back in. That made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Despite receiving pleasure from you, Zemo turned all his attention onto you. His thumb started swiping and rolling your clit at a brutal but steady pace as his fingers curled up into your g-spot. You gripped Zemo’s hair and his eyes were drawn to your face as you came around his fingers. Your head hit the wall, eyes shutting tightly, and your mouth falling open into a silent scream.

It was the most mesmerizing thing Zemo had ever seen. You looked absolutely gorgeous.

You panted hard and grabbed the front of Zemo’s shirt for stability. He slipped his fingers out of you and you whined at the loss.

He smirked at you and kissed your forehead, “Do you want some water?”

“I want you,” you panted and pulled him to you again. You kissed him fiercely and palmed at his pants. You moved to start taking them off of him when there was a knock at the door. You both stilled.

“Y/n, are you okay in there?” Sam asked with obvious concern leaking from his voice.

You took a deep breath to collect yourself before replying, “Yeah, I’m good now. I’ll be out in a sec.” You heard Sam’s retreating footsteps.

You looked at Zemo apologetically. He smiled genuinely at you and picked up your hands to kiss both of them.

“It’s okay, my love. We’ll have more time together soon.” He leaned closer and pecked your lips.

You nodded, “I should head back.”

“Go on, I’ll be with you shortly.”

You leaned in for one last kiss because you didn’t know how long it would be until the next one. You pulled away sadly and buttoned up your pants. You looked in the mirror and fixed your appearance as best you could. You spared one more look at Zemo before you left the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you to give Zemo some time to freshen up and calm down. You walked back to your seat. Sam and Bucky’s eyes followed you worriedly.

“Hey, are you okay? Why was Zemo in there so long?” Bucky asked

“I got a little sick and Zemo stayed with me and rubbed my back until I felt better.” You clarified, hoping they would buy it.

Sam scrunched his face up. “He rubbed your back?”

You nodded.

Sam turned to bucky, “I don’t like getting to know Zemo.”

[wcnderlnds]

where do broken hearts go / peter maximoff x reader

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader Description: You and Peter used to be inseparable but now he can’t bear to be around you. Warnings: sad peter??? Word Count: 1601 A/N: okay full disclosure i dont usually write angst i’m usually a fluff/humour type of gal but i’m trying to delve into the world of pain so go easy on me. gif is from google bc... lazy.

You never thought you’d be back here but fate had a funny way of rearing it’s ugly head. It had been two years since you’d left Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. It hadn’t been an easy decision but you couldn’t stay there. After everything that had happened with Apocalypse, you realised that wasn’t the life you wanted to live and made a run for it. You wanted a normal life — not one where you could be attacked at any given moment for being different. So, you’d headed back to your family. Thankfully, there was only one person who knew where you lived these days and Charles knew better than to try and convince you to come back. Once your mind was made up, that was it. You were one stubborn person. That didn’t mean it didn’t break your heart to leave because it did. There was so much you’d left behind — your friends, your mentors and, most importantly, Peter Maximoff.

The moment you and Peter had met over ten years ago you’d instantly clicked. Charles had needed yours and Peter’s help with something. That something was breaking out Magneto from a high security prison but you didn’t really like to bring that up much. That was when you and Peter had first met and from that moment on you’d been inseparable. You’d decided to stay at the school to learn to control your abilities while Peter had gone back home but you’d stayed in touch the whole time. There had been so many times when you’d tried to talk him into coming to the school but he wanted to be with his family. Whenever you could, you met up and that had eventually turned into the two of you dating. You’d officially been together for three years when everything changed.

After Peter had showed up at the school and saved you (and everyone else) from the burning building things took a wild turn. Apocalypse had happened. It had shook you to your core. As much as you loved Peter, as much as you loved the people you were surrounded with on a daily basis you couldn’t take the risk of that happening again. So, you’d left. There was no goodbyes because that would’ve been too painful so instead you’d left your favourite silver haired speedster a letter. There had been so many times when Peter had tried to get in contact with you but you ignored him. If you were going to even have the tiniest bit of a normal life then you had to leave everything behind including the love of your life.

Now, here you were stood outside of the doors to the place you’d vowed to never return to. Your abilities had taken a bit of an unexpected turn. You had tried to keep it under control by yourself but when you’d almost accidentally hurt a family member you knew it was time to get some real help. If there were any other place you could’ve gone, you would’ve but only Charles, Erik and everyone at the school could help you.

With a deep, shaky breath, you pushed open the doors to the building you hadn’t seen in a while. Students were rushing around making their way to their next class. It was Hank who spotted you first. Quickly, he dashed over to you pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “(Y/N)!” He exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you! Charles told me we’d be expecting you.”

“Kinda need to breathe here, buddy,” you gasped, patting your friend on the back as he released his hold on you. “It’s good to see you, too. Does… uh, does Peter know I’m here?”

Hank frowned. “Not as far as I know but I think you should talk to him first before anything else. The last thing we all need is for things to be awkward around here.”

A heavy sigh passed your lips. He was right, like always. The last thing you wanted to do was waltz in and make things weird for everyone so you were going to have to be an adult and face Peter no matter how much it was going to hurt. 

After chatting for a little with Hank and a few others — Jean, Scott and Jubilee — you sought out Peter. Nerves were bubbling up inside as you wandered through the corridors hoping to get a glimpse of the speedster. Your palms were sweaty as you rubbed them together, a stress headache slowly but surely making its presence known. Maybe coming back here wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe you should’ve just isolated yourself and gone into hiding. It’d be better than having to do this.

It was then you finally laid eyes on him. He was leaning against the wall, looking at his watch as impatiently as ever. There was a brief pause while you had an internal pep talk with yourself then you made your way to him.

“Peter?” You said meekly.

At the sound of your voice, he looked at you. Before you could even open your mouth to say anything else he was gone.

*****

Since then you’d tried for three days to talk to him but every time he would run off or try to avoid you. Admittedly, it hurt but you knew you didn’t have the right to be hurt. He was acting this way because he was hurt. You deserved it but that didn’t make it any less painful. So, you asked Hank to help you out.

Impatiently, you waited in the danger room. Hands on your hips as you paced up and down in the empty room. The plan was for Hank to ask Peter to come and run through some scenarios with him then once he was in the room Hank was going to lock him in there so he couldn’t escape. At the sound of the door opening, you froze hoping this would work.

“Give me a second. I need to go make sure everyone knows we’ve got the room for a bit.” Hank patted Peter on the shoulder before quickly exiting the room and locking it. Peter hadn’t noticed you yet, a confused look on his face as he noticed the door locking.

“Hank, what the…” He banged on the door.

“He’s not going to let you out,” you said from where you were stood at the other end of the room. Peter spun around to face you.

“I have nothing to say to you,” his tone was brash — something you’d never experienced with him before.

“I know but, Peter, I really need - “ you started with a step closer to him.

“And I really needed you!” He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air with an exasperated sigh. “I broke my leg and needed you but instead I was handed a letter by Hank telling me you were gone. So, I don’t really care what you need. You bailed on me when I needed you the most.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry,” your eyes began to brim with tears. 

“It’s too late for that. You broke my heart and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you for that.”

“I was selfish and… I didn’t think. I was thinking about myself and that was wrong. I know that now. I’m sorry for leaving you. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I thought about you every single day. I loved you, Pete. I still love you and… I’m just so sorry.”

Tears had freely began to fall down your cheeks. It was taking all of Peter’s will to not close the space between you and wipe them away. No matter how much he was angry at you, he still loved you too but he couldn’t bring himself to get hurt again. 

“Everyone told me I’d forget about you and move on but it’s two years later and here I am still wanting to make you feel better instead of myself,” he looked at the ground. It hurt to look at you especially now that you were crying. “You broke me, (Y/N). I just….” He paused, shaking his head. “I still love you too but… I can’t. The trust is completely gone. I’m not willing to give you my heart again when you were so careless with it the first time.”

“I know,” you sniffed. Your sweater clad hand moved to rub at your eyes but was stopped mid way when Peter grabbed it, lowering it. The pads of his thumbs moved to gently wipe the tears from your cheeks which only made you cry more.

“I need time. I need to learn how to be around you again. I need to learn how to trust you again and then… maybe we can….” He trailed off unable to bring himself to say it. He didn’t need to give himself false hope. By now his forehead was resting against yours, his eyes closed as if it was physically hurting him to say his next words. “But, for now, I need you to leave me alone. Please.”

You nodded, taking a step back to put space back between the two of you as you shouted. “Hank, open the door.”

In mere seconds the door unlocked. With one last look and a sad smile Peter left the room leaving you alone. If there was one thing you knew, it was that you’d do anything to make Peter Maximoff happy again. If space was what he needed then you’d give him it. No matter how long it took — he was worth it.

[closedmadness]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊

summary: jughead always chose betty over you despite being best friends with you much longer. you made an effort, did everything for him, gave him your everything. but still, it wasn’t enough. you wanted him to choose you, but he never did; your first love ended in a painful heartbreak — and as if the universe is giving you another chance, you met a new boy with raven hair and a serpent tattoo on his neck

pairings: jughead jones x male reader, sweet pea x male reader

warnings → angst・fucking angst・suicide attempt・shitty mother・verbal abuse・self-harm・swearing・alcohol・maybe a little tiniest bit of a fluff (idk there might be none)・sweet pea being a sweetie

a/n: part two is up!!

veronica, kevin and archie looked at you in pity and sadness as you watched betty and jughead chatting together across the room. it was cheryl’s party and each people were spending their night joyful, jamming along the blasting music that played in the background, the only person who didn’t seem to be enjoying this night was you.

you can’t when you’re watching the love of your life gaze lovingly at the love of his life.

the three of your friends were well aware of your feelings for the beanie-wearing boy and always tried to convince you to confess to him, but you always resisted. it was no point in confessing to him when his heart is already taken by the blonde beauty.

“(y/n/n)... don’t stare at them, you’re only going to hurt yourself.” veronica told you softly, placing her hand above yours. “i can’t watch you be so sad over them anymore.” she said with a sad look on her face.

you turned towards her and covered your aching heart. “i’m not sad over them, ronnie. why would i be? jughead is in love with betty and he’s happy being in love.” you smiled, but it came out forced.

veronica sighed, shaking her head. kevin placed his hand on your shoulder, “(y/n), everyone can see the way you look at them. the only people who doesn’t see it are betty and jughead.” you just shrugged at him in return and looked down at the alcohol you were holding.

Betty and Jughead weren’t together, but they were in love with each other. Everyone can see it and even when it was painful for you, you saw it too. Their eyes literally lights up when the others entered the room, they make googly love eyes towards each other, and Jughead literally does everything for Betty.

Meanwhile, everyone sees the way you gaze after him longingly. Veronica, Archie and Kevin were always the witness of you doing everything for Jughead despite being unappreciated. They saw how you helped Jughead dress up for Betty, how you gave him advices to impress her, how you always asked him to hang out with you only to get rejected because he was going to hang out with Betty. They witnessed every moment of your heartbreak; it hurts them how you care selflessly for Jughead but he doesn't see it.

“(Y/n), you gotta stop this.” Archie said softly, trying to talk some sense into you. “You're just killing yourself. You try to impress him, hang out with him, help him with everything, but he doesn't even give you any attention, yet you're still trying.”

“Why do you still try?” Kevin was next to ask, his tone as soft as Archie's.

You sighed, licking your lips and avoiding eye contact with them. “I guess there's just still a part of me that hopes he will notice me someday. That he will choose me. All these efforts, this– this sacrifices? I'm only doing it because I have a hope that he will.” You looked up from the floor to them and was met with three disapproving looks.

“(Y/n/n)...” Veronica starts, her voice soft as well, but had a firm tone in it. “How much do you have to get hurt for you to finally realize that he won't notice you?”

It was harsh, but true. That is the reality and Veronica is just trying to snap you out of your stupidity. But you can't. You loved Jughead too much, it was almost impossible for you to let go of him. You couldn't give up — he was your long time crush, probably since middle school. Everything about him made you love him even more, and even when there wasn't a day he didn't gawk at Betty, you still believe that there's a chance for you.

You were blinded by your love for him. Everyone could tell and they had to witness every time how you destroy yourself by trying to get Jughead to notice you. It was killing them, but they knew it killed you more than it did to them.

“(Y/n), don't you not remember the day he turned you down to hang out with Betty?” Kevin asked.

You approached Jughead who was sitting alone on the corner of the cafeteria, hiding two movie tickets in your pocket, excitement radiating off of you. “Hey, Jug!” You greeted him cheerfully, sitting down beside him and slinging your arm around his shoulder.

“Hey, (Y/n).” He greeted you back, not even glancing up at you as he typed on his laptop about a new novel he was writing.

You brushed it off as a usual thing to happen, since Jughead often ignored people when he was writing his new novel. “So, Jug. I was thinking movie night today. How do you feel about it?” You said with joy.

However, Jughead didn't seem to be interested as he continued to type away on his laptop. “Uh, I can't. I have to finish this.” He rejected, eyes buried on the screen.

You frowned. It's been quite long since you two hang out and Jughead never rejected a offer to watch a movie. “But you can finish it anyday.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “I can't. Sorry.” Clearly, his apology wasn't genuine by the tone in his voice. Your frown deepened, but didn't say anything and just stood up to walk away from him.

Later that night, you asked Kevin to watch a movie with you instead because you didn't want to waste the ticket. It was pretty expensive, considering you wanted to impress Jughead, and the fact that you didn't get to watch it with him made you sulk slightly. Kevin was there to cheer you up, though. The two of you were going to head over at Pop's when Kevin abruptly stopped after seeing something behind the glass windows of the diner.

He caught your arm before you could go close to the diner and pointed at the two people inside. “Isn't that...?” He trailed off and your eyes went to search for what he was talking about, then saw Jughead with Betty on one of the booth, smiling at each other.

You felt your heart ache as soon as they filled your vision. “He- he told me he have to finish his novel today...”

Kevin frowned. “And he went to hang out with Betty? What the hell?”

You took a deep breath after the flashback ended, looking at Kevin slowly. “I remember it, Kev. But still...” You looked down again.

Veronica sighed, “Do you also remember when you had a family problem? And he didn't even want to listen?” A frown appeared on your lips at that.

He didn't want to listen, and he said it was because others have problems too and that he can't help you. But after that, he went on helping Betty with her problems and Veronica had to comfort you the whole night for two reasons; one because of your shitty mother and two because Jughead was being unfair. However, even after that, you went back to doing everything for him being the little love-blind person that you are. That was the exact day when Veronica realized how much you love Jughead, and how much he was wasting you.

You drink the alcohol from the plastic cup, trying hard to erase the memory from your mind.

Everything you did for Jughead was because you love him, and you were starting to wonder why he hasn’t look at you yet. Whenever he needed you, you were there. But when you needed him, he was nowhere to be seen and is hanging out with Betty. In all honesty, it’s getting exhausting — hoping endlessly for him to notice you, doing everything to help him with his problems, giving him your everything, you were willing to give him everything.

Yet here you are, still alone and broken.

He doesn’t even look at you. He’s just too focused on Betty that you were sure he doesn’t care about you anymore. The destiny was being cruel; preventing you from being with the boy you love and instead giving him someone to love, so he wouldn’t dare end up with you.

It hurts. It damn hurts. And you don’t understand why you’re still in love with him and is willing to give him everything despite knowing he wouldn’t give you back what you gave him, specially his heart. He would be giving his heart to Betty and not to you, even after all your efforts and sacrifices.

“I just want him to love me back.” You muttered quietly, watching as Betty and Jughead stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.

It was too quiet, but your three friends managed to hear it. They heard it. Your wish, your desperate wish. And there was nothing they can do but to look down, knowing whatever words they say to comfort you won’t change Jughead’s feelings for Betty.

And deep down, you knew that fact even when it felt like someone stabbed your heart with a knife repeatedly.

“You little shit!” Your mother shouts, hitting you across the face.

Your cheek stings at where she slapped you, but you barely flinched at her sudden outburst and just stood there facing the floor. “This is the only score you’ve got? 92 out of 100? What kind of shit is this!?” She yelled angrily, crumpling your test result. “I’m paying for your education, (Y/n), and this is how you repay me? By getting a half assed score when it could have been a perfect 100!?”

She was totally furious about a fucking test result. Ridiculous, really. This started happening when your father left after he couldn’t deal with your mother’s drug addict behavior. He was a southside serpent and surely he could’ve handled her, but he chose to leave instead. Without even trying to take you with him.

It’s funny how cruel this world can be to you.

“I’m sorry, I will do better next time.” You apologized, still not meeting her gaze. It is easy for you to hit her and fight back, but you didn’t because she’s your mother. You still respected her in any way.

She scoffed, “Next time? I can’t even count how many times you told me you’ll be better next time, but came back with a fucking shitty result.” She spat with distaste in her tone.

You frowned, scrunching your eyebrows together and looked up at her. “Why do you hate me so much? I’m your son.”

“You’re not my son.” She snapped, making you flinch at how harsh her words are. “You were just an accident. You understand that? A fucking accident between me and your father that we never planned to happen. The worst part is, you grew up looking like your father. That face reminds me of him and makes me wish I never had you.” The pure hatred in her face was enough to make you believe her.

You swallowed, feeling tears welling up in your eyes and looked down, trying to hide it from her.

“What, are you gonna cry?” She said mockingly. “Of course. You’re gonna cry like a little cry baby that you always were. A pathetic, weak piece of shit that I’m absolutely ashamed to call my son.” She grabbed the jingle jangle on the table and glared at you like you were the worst thing that ever happened to your life. “I never wanted you, and never will.” With that, she walked out of the house to be a drug addict that she always was.

After she was gone from the house, you broke into tears and finally let them stream down your face, falling on your knees as your face twisted in complete pain and anguish.

Everything hurt; your heart, your chest, your whole body. It’s like the emotional and mental pain shifted into physical pain even when you weren’t being abused physically. The feeling of worthlessness appearing in both your heart and mind, as well as emptiness, sadness, pain and anguish.

Your cries were the cries of help, desperately wanting someone to show up and stop your pain for the better. But life wasn’t that easy. There was no one to stop it; not even Jughead, who used to always be with you and cared for you deeply.

Now, he was gone. He don’t care about you anymore. All he cares about was Betty and Betty only.

Tears continued to run down your cheeks, soaking your shirt as you sobbed violently, unable to contain yourself. “W-why...?” The void question came out from your lips between sobs, asking the universe why they were being cruel to you.

Though, it’s not like the universe or destiny will answer you.

It feels like you were being killed from the inside, like all the pain you experienced in your life are molding together and attacking you all at once. Everything hurt, and you were exhausted mentally, emotionally and spiritually. You just want to be happy and be with the love of your life. That was enough. That is enough. But then, life doesn’t let you be happy even for once.

You stumbled towards the bathroom, feeling the urge to hurt yourself to deal with the emotional pain. Opening the cabinet, you saw few blades laying there and took it out, setting it down on the sink.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and witnessed how much of a mess you are right now. Your eyes red and puffy from crying, tears were still streaming down your cheeks that had a red mark because of your mother’s slap, the look in your face practically screaming exhaustion. Your hair was a mess from you constantly running your hands through them while you were crying in the living room.

Your gaze returned to the blazes above the sink and takes it without even hesitating, moving up the sleeves to reveal your arms that was littered with scars of different sizes. Some were small, some were big, some were deep, some were not, but they were all old scars. Self-harm scars. You brought the blade down to your left wrist, beginning to run the blade slowly, watching as it cut through your skin and causing blood to come out. A relieved sigh leaves your lips — self-harming was never been a healthy way to deal with problems, but it made you relieved every time you do it. You feel like the emotional pain was leaving your body through the cuts that you made. There wasn’t any physical pain, but you were sure it will sting when you take a shower.

By the time you were satisfied, there were many cuts covering both of your wrists. Blood oozed out from the cuts that you found satisfying. If your mother was a drug addict, then maybe you’re a self-harm addict. This was your only way of escaping the pain.

You washed the blood away with water while ignoring the stinging pain it gave you before moving back to the living room and grabbing your phone, immediately entering your room afterwards. The tears already stopped by now thankfully.

You laid on the bed and unlocked your phone, only for it to ring right after. It was Jughead and a dark feeling spreads in your chest when you read his name on your phone screen, almost like something was going to go wrong if you answered it. Nonetheless, you pressed the answer button just in case it was emergency — a decision that you will regret sooner.

“(Y/n)!” Jughead’s excited voice called from the other line, making you smile.

“Hey, Jug.” You cleared your throat to regain control of your voice as it came out hoarse. “What’s up? Why do you sound excited?” You asked curiously.

There was a chuckle of joy before he spoke, “Guess what? I asked Betty if she will be my girlfriend and she said yes!”

You froze. Mind unable to process what he said as you stared at the ceiling blankly. In that moment, you heard your heart shatter in million pieces. The pain wasn’t even an ache anymore; it was more than that. His announcement just destroyed your heart completely.

Why is this happening to me? You thought, feeling the tears well up in your eyes again. It was surprising, really. With the amount of tears you cried earlier, you didn’t know there was still tears left to cry.

“(Y/n)? You there?” Jughead’s worried voice snapped you out of your misery.

You breathe out, “Yeah... yeah, I am. Lucky for you, Jug. Congratulations.” You swallowed as you felt like suffocating. “Uh... I’m sorry, I have to go.” The call ended as soon as you said that, not giving him any time to argue or protest.

Without a second thought, you grabbed your jacket and stormed out of the house, leaving your phone behind.

Maybe you were foolish.

Maybe you were an idiot to believe he would look at you the same way he looked at Betty if you tried enough.

Maybe... you were stupid for giving your everything to him until you were left with none. That’s exactly the reason why you felt empty right now anyway.

It was totally your fault. Veronica, Archie and Kevin warned you, told you to give up, but you didn’t. It was your fault. Everything just hurts and now you were sure Betty is the only one who has Jughead’s heart. There was nothing you can do about it.

Accept it, idiot. You thought to yourself.

Standing above the bridge that divided the Southside and the Northside, you looked at the river below. It was beautiful at night, the sound of water calming you. No one was in sight, which was pretty dangerous in your situation.

I could just jump and never come back. You thought as you looked at the river and leaned on the railings.

It will be easy. You just need to jump and drown. That way, you could finally end your miserable life. This excrusiating pain will stop for the better and you will be free from your drug addict mother. Everything will be okay if you just jumped. Your friends might be sad after your death, but they will get over it quickly. Veronica has Archie, Archie has Veronica, Kevin has Joaquin, Jughead has Betty. They will be okay.

You jumped slightly to sit on the railings and turned to the river, still contemplating your life. Nothing was good in it anyway.

Your mother was a drug addict who didn’t want you in her life, who never wanted you.

Your father left you long ago.

Jughead didn’t care about you but Betty.

Your three friends? They have each other.

Nothing will change even if you jump. There will be nothing to regret. It’s just an easy task.

“What are you doing here?” A deep voice suddenly asked, causing you to jump slightly startled. He chuckled at your reaction.

You glanced at him and turned back to the river, far away look in your eyes. “Contemplating my life.”

Panic flashed in the raven haired boy's expression, “Woah, woah, woah. Get away from there.” He ushered and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you away from the railings easily before spinning you around to face him. “What the hell are you really doing?”

You looked up, annoyed that he even thought he had the right to stop you, and widened your eyes when you came across a handsome face that you’ve never seen in your neighbourhood. “Oh, uhm...” You struggled to say it out loud, pushing yourself off of him upon noticing the close distance. “I was just admiring the river.”

He raised his brows; even though you were hiding it well, he could still see that you're lying. Definitely wasn't just admiring the river. “Well, you looked like you were about to jump. Is everything good?”

You sighed, going back to lean on the railings again and he quickly went beside you. “Everything is a mess.” You answered, having a far away look once again.

“Care to elaborate?” He asked and stared at your face. It was dark, but he could still make out the shape of your face and notice how good-looking you are.

“Well, a short summary of my life — my mom and dad had sex and accidentally had me. Mom became a drug addict, dad tried to be patient for her but eventually gave up and left. He didn't want to deal with her anymore and instead left me to deal with her.” A bitter chuckle left your lips. “Growing up, mom continued to verbally abuse me because she couldn't stand the thought of dad leaving us. So, I turned to my friends. Then, I fell in love with my best friend since middle school. I was blinded by my love for him and did everything for him when I clearly knew he's in love with a girl, hoping that one day he'll love me back. And an hour ago, he called to tell me he and the love of his life are now together, so there's that.” You shrugged trying to act nonchalant.

His face dropped at your story, almost as if feeling the pain you've gone through everyday. He knew you were trying not to cry by how your shoulders trembled, your lips pursed in a thin line to keep any sound from coming out. “Let it out.” He said, his hand going over to pat your back.

You shook your head, “I- I can't. I don't- I don't want to be weak.”

His brows furrowed. Who the hell teaches their child crying means weak? “Hey, crying doesn't make you weak. It makes you strong. Bottling those things up will only makes things worst, so you have to let it all out to make you feel better. Cry as many times as you want, I don't care.”

Those words were enough for the tears to come out as you let out a sob, breaking down for the second time this day in front of a boy that you don't even know.

However, he don't seem to mind as he patted your back gently and shift his body closer to you to give you comfort. He didn't get too close that you'll feel unconfortable, but maintained a slight distance from you. You cried like that for a while, letting out all your pain.

“Uh, thanks.” You said after your break down finished. “Your presence comforted me a lot.”

He flashed you a smile, “No problem. The name's Sweet Pea.” He said and extended his hand.

You raised your brows, a smirk of amusement appearing on your face. “That's a strangely cute name. I'm (Y/n) (L/n).”

“Yeah, don't mention it.” He says, shaking his head and you chuckled.

“Hey, don't be embarrassed. I like your name.”

“I like your name better.” He smirked. “So, what are you going to do now?”

You sighed heavily. “Nothing. I’m just gonna try to be happy for them. And if you’re asking about my mother, I don’t know. I just don’t want to go home yet.” You said and wrapped your arms around yourself in a comforting manner.

He hummed, “You wanna come to my place? I can let you stay in.”

Your brows raised in surprise as you looked at him, expecting him to be joking. “Are you serious? You shouldn’t be asking a stranger to come to your place. And I’m a northsider.”

He rolled his eyes, “I can’t let you go home when I know you have a shitty mother even when you’re a northsider.”

A smile slowly appeared on your lips and a look of gratitude flashed on your face. “Thank you, Sweet Pea. I appreciate it.” He smirked and nodded his head, before gesturing for you to follow him and you obliged as you didn’t see any reason to reject his offer.

Sweet Pea seems like a tough guy, but he’s a kind person. You knew that the moment he stopped you from jumping that bridge knowing you’re a northsider. A lot of people in the southside didn’t like northsiders, because they’re just a bunch of jocks who judges a person without getting to know them.

Looking at the southside serpents jacket he wore, you strangely felt safer than usual. You didn’t know whether it’s because he’s with you or the fact that you’re in the southside territory. There was something about this place that you couldn’t help but feel like home more than your own house.

The two of you reached a trailer and he twisted the doorknob, already knowing his door is unlocked. “You don’t lock your door?” You asked out of the blue.

He chuckles, “I do. My friends are here.” You just nodded quietly at his response. He opened the door and you could hear his friends laughing from inside the trailer as you both entered, the laughter stopping as soon as they realized you and Sweet Pea were in.

There were two of them — a girl with a pink hair and a boy with a flannel. Curiosity appeared on their faces upon seeing your presence, though they knew you’re not from the southside after seeing the ‘RH’ on your jacket — you weren’t a Bulldog, but you had a jacket that had the Riverdale High patch.

“Was taking a walk and saw him contemplating his life. He’s gonna stay here for tonight.” Sweet Pea informed them casually, going over to the kitchen to get for something to drink.

Their eyes widened as they looked at you, before scrumbling to get up. “You, uh... you okay?” The boy wearing a flannel asked.

You nods, “Yeah, uhm, I’m not really right now. But I think I will be.” You smiled in reassurance.

“Wait, hold on.” The pink haired girl said as she caught the sight of your red cheek. “What happened to your face?” She asked, pointing at it. You winced when her finger touched and she quickly pulled it away.

Sweet Pea came back with a beer and a first aid kit, sitting down on the couch. He noticed the redness of your cheek way back then and knew something probably happened that you didn’t tell him.

“C’mon, Sweets will treat it.” Fangs said, grabbing your wrist in the process and you hissed in pain as his hand gripped where you self-harmed earlier. He let go instantly and looked at you with wide, confused eyes.

You cleared your throat, gently holding your wrist with the other hand. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” You tried brushing it away, but Sweet Pea didn’t let it slip.

He walked towards you and gently grabbed your hand as he looked at you silently asking for permission. You don’t want him to see your scars, but for some reason, you didn’t pry away his hands or shoved him away. You just looked down at the floor, unable to keep your eye contact with him. He took that as a permission to roll up your sleeve and once he did, a gasp came out form Fangs and Toni while Sweet Pea froze in shock seeing the many scars littered on your wrist.

“(Y/n), what the fuck?” He muttered in devastation.

He can’t imagine what you’ve gone through that you got to the point to harming yourself. The scars were new, but there were some that seemed old that made him realize you’ve been suffering for long until now. The fact that no one didn’t even try to help you or notice the state you were in broke his heart. However, he knew you were more broken than he could ever be, so he didn’t dare ask why you did it.

He just pulled you towards the couch as Fangs and Toni guided you by placing one of their hands on your back. You sat on the couch, letting Sweet Pea start with his mission to treat your swollen cheek and the many lines of scars on your wrist.

They don’t know you, nor the life you had in the northside, but they didn’t have to hear your entire life story to know it was an awful one. If it wasn’t awful, you wouldn’t have any self-harm scars or wouldn’t even try to jump from a bridge.

“You don’t really have to do this, Sweet Pea.” You said after a while of silence.

“He has to.” Toni spoke for him as he dabbed the cotton pads on the alcohol.

“Yeah, you might get infection if your wrist isn’t bondaged.” Fangs chimed in.

You shrugged, “I don’t really think so. If I showed up to school with a bondage around my wrist, my friends will think something bad happened.”

Sweet Pea gave you a look, “Might I remind you that something bad was about to happen earlier if I didn’t stop you.” He deadpanned, making you wince. “If you think you don’t deserve being helped, then just think I’m doing this for me.”

“No, seriously — why are you helping a northsider? I thought you guys hated us?” You asked, looking up at Sweet Pea then at Toni and Fangs. Though, a hiss of pain immediately escaped your lips after Sweet Pea proceeded to clean your scars with the cutton pads drenched in alcohol.

Their expression softened. “Well, you obviously need help and we aren’t that heartless to not help anyone who’s in need of.” Toni replied softly.

Your heart warmed up at her words. At least they care about you despite only knowing you few seconds ago. It was still new to you though; you were never cared for, your mother always did drugs, you had your friends but they didn’t care about you as much as you wanted them to, Jughead has forgotten about you ever since he started to hang out with Betty. So everything that’s happening right now was pretty much a new experience. Why Sweet Pea cares was a complete mystery to you. You’re close to strangers after all — you don’t know a single thing about him and he don’t know a single thing about you.

Sweet Pea glanced at you from the scars on your wrist, seeing you deep in thought. He returned his gaze to your wrist as he ask, “What you got in your mind?”

Your eyes glanced at him for a split second. “Just wondering how can you care for me this much. I mean, we’re strangers and there’s nothing much about me that is worth caring for.”

He snapped his gaze to you. It was barely above a whisper, but he heard it clearly. “Why do you even think you’re not worth caring for?” He asked, stopping his movement and meeting your eyes, searching for an answer.

You looked away from him, free hand going down to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “That’s what my mom think about me.” You muttered.

The three serpents felt their heart shatter. How a parent could be so cruel to teach their child they’re not worth caring for? They could see the way how her words affected you; you think everyone thinks of you that way just because your mother does. And they were certain that your mother taught you so many wrong things, digged so many false and cruel words in your mind that her words are the only things you can believe.

Sweet Pea gripped your hand while Toni and Fangs scooted closer to you, their faces contorted in anger at your mother for being so cruel to you.

“(Y/n), don’t ever believe what your mother says about you. Whatever she says, you’re worth caring for. Everyone is.” Sweet Pea said firmly, gripping your hands and making you look at him. “It doesn’t matter what she says. You shouldn’t believe everything she tells you just because she’s your mother. You understand me? You’re worth caring for.”

You stared into his eyes and nodded, “Maybe... Maybe if I didn’t have a mother like her, I would’ve been happy. Or if I still had my father.”

Curiosity shines in Fangs’s eyes as he tilted his head slightly to look at you. “Do you remember your father’s name? Don’t you wanna know if he’s still alive?” He pushed over.

“Fangs.” Sweet Pea warned, eyes glaring at him.

“What? He could take him back, so his shitty mom couldn’t touch him ever again.” Fangs proves his point and the raven haired boy sighed at his friend, proceeding to treat your scars.

“I still remember his name and face, but I doubt he’ll take me back in.” You shrugged, pursing your lips into a thin line. And then, a realization hit you that you’re in the southside and that the people around you are members of the southside serpents your father was in.

“Well, what’s his name?” Toni asked.

“(F/n) (L/n).”

“What?”

“My father is (F/n) (L/n).” You repeated, looking up at them now.

Sweet Pea abruptly stopped his movement and looked at you with wide eyes as so did Toni and Fangs.

“(Y/n)...” Sweet Pea calls your name after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah?”

“Your dad is our Serpent King.”

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[mythichang]

➠ pairing . . . george weasley x reader

➠ genre . . . fluff!!! pining on both parts, pretty short but i think it was a lot of sweetness 😣😣 they ARE students!!! same grade and all that jazz

➠ warnings . . . nothing really!! although they doooo talk about butts but,,, you’ll seee,,,,,

➠ word count . . . 1.8k

➠ authors note . . . this is super duper late and was requested by anon so looooong ago!! i did fall out of the fandom for a bit because tiktok sort of made me realize that a lot of people were on the wrong side of my many situations, but hp will always be in my heart so here i am!!! i hope you all enjoy!!! talk to me about this imagine!! give me scenarios or ask this george and yn from this universe a question!!

➠ masterlist

george was being quite adorable on that particular monday afternoon

you had taken your usual seat, a two-seater splat in the middle of the class

you hadn’t even noticed that the red head fumbled into class, excited to sit besides you as you were too engrossed in your book

it was another thriller, one that made your skin crawl but in the most satisfying way

george got to his seat besides you, a smile on his face as he watched you bite on your lip the tiniest of bit in concentration

he plopped down beside you, head tilted to watch your concentrated face

although he wasn’t as confident as his twin brother, he always watched from afar, eyes full of puppy love

and by afar, he meant right beside you— because that’s where he always was— right beside you

befriending you hadn’t been the easiest of tasks, your quietness not being filling enough for any other person

but he admired the way you didn’t have to yell at the top of your lungs about your excitement

or the way you could sit with anyone in silence and make them feel more comfortable than words could ever manage

really, he was sprung on yOu and only YoU

it wasn’t a surprise to anyone really

not with those longing looks and the way the boy follows you around like a lost puppy

a lost cute puppy albeit

you didn’t mind either

he was an incredibly sweet boy and managed to help you out a lot in different instances

like the way he helps you find the right words to speak to someone whenever you’re stuck

or helping decipher exactly what others are feeling, since you had the smallest of trouble doing a mundane thing

he helps in all of the classes you two have together and is often found getting you to pull away from your little bubble

it’s a great bubble, you love the bubble, it’s always been YOUR bubble but you didn’t mind stepping out of it for the red head boy with the mischievous twin brother

“did you get a chance to study for OWLs?” the boy pulls you out of trance

you look up, a small smile blossoming upon your face at the sight of your favorite boys face

“i did, you?” you ask faintly, gently putting your book back into the small bag that helped you carry all of your books thought out the day

“not a chance.”

“im guessing you want my notes?” you turn in your seat, arm perched up on the desk as you leaned your head up on the palm of your hand

“hmm, i think i would greatly appreciate it.”

“oh, you think?” you laugh softly at his words, same bright smile on your face

you could feel your mood immediately spike as you spoke to him

he was so incredibly comforting and kind, something that you couldn’t find often at hogwarts with rivalries blooming left to right

“i'm not saying i would decline if you offered them up.”

“who’s offering them?” you feign a look of innocence as you exaggeratedly look around the classroom and back at him. “i don’t see anyone doing that.”

“it’s you. you’re offering them up.” he softly pokes the side of your stomach, making you squirm in your seat.

“ask nicely and i might consider handing them over.” you click your tongue and tap your wrist as if signaling that his time was almost up.

“y/n, may i kindly take a look at your notes so that i don’t totally bomb the OWLs?”

“i think i need a little more begging.”

“you suck”

—

it wasn’t as if you wanted to be staring at him

he was just there— standing there so gloriously beside his twin brother

it was no doubt that the weasley twins were popular around hogwarts

you weren't sure if it was their likability or the parties they seemed to make a thousand times more fun

whatever it was, they ravished in it, not that you cared either, even if it did get you into too many uncomfy situations

seeing george oh-so happy among the crowd of wizards was oh-so gratifying

he smiled so bright that his pearly whites shone throughout wherever he was

now was one of the moments, except you weren’t anywhere special— just another day of sitting across the room from one another in herbology

professor sprout had separated the two of you in hopes that you wouldn’t mess or speak to one another in class any longer

that didn’t work out great,,, clearly

because now you were dazed

dazed as you watch the boy laugh and work with his brother

you weren’t quite sure what was going on between them but you knew you looked like one of those ridiculous people in those ridiculous romantic movies

where the main character is staring at the boy they find so attractive— hearts floating around their head as they sigh out in happiness as if they were watching their entire world

ridiculous ridiculous ridiculous

but could you blame yourself? was it really your fault or was it george’s for being very cute? for having a laugh and smile that just manages to grasp your entire self?

it was george’s fault you like to think

“what are you doing?” the sudden voice makes you jump in your spot, utensils falling onto the floor with a loud clatter

you look down at the utensils out of embarrassment, not wanting to make any eye contact with anybody

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” angela bends down over with you, helping pick up your things

“it’s quite alright,” you mumble softly, not exactly knowing what so say

“i figure you’re into george.” the girl’s sudden words throw you off, your head snapping up to look at the beautiful girl

“w-what? where… um, where’d you get that? it’s nothing but… lies.” you sputter out as quickly as possible— and quite literally too loudly as many others glanced to you and the girl

you could feel your cheeks brighten up even more

a sense of deadly remorse wafts over your already flushed body as angelina gave you an unimpressed look

“alright, calm down, it was just a random conclusion i’ve came up with.”

“that’s a crazy hypothesis!” you continue to sputter out your words as if in disgust of her word

“it wouldn't be that crazy, now, would it?” she laughs gently as the two of you stood up, finally coming up from your crouch on the floor

“he’s just a friend”

“it’s no big deal, i’m definitely into fred. nothing to be ashamed of.”

“yeah, well everyone knows that.” you sigh, fixing up your utilities, angelina helping you with the task

“and no one knows about you and george? only so many can be as, and i mean this in the nicest way possible, oblivious as you two.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” eyebrows scrunched, you turn to her

were you supposed to be offended? you felt as if you should but you didn’t care enough about it any longer

“it means... make a move.” she shrugs from beside you. “i don’t think it’d ruin anything. if anyithing, you two could stop running circles around one another and finally make out.”

“you are a very crude person.”

“masking out is crude to you? bless your soul, no wonder you haven’t noticed him.”

and that was where the conversation stopped, only making your thoughts run 100 mph

what was she saying exactly? was george as into you as you are into him?

it made your brain feel mushy and it was a horrible feeling

one filled with anxiousness, trying to figure out exactly what being a teenager with feelings meant

but it pleasantly relaxed you to know that angelina was going through the same things as a teenager herself

having started hanging out with her and listening to her advice, you began to notice more things about george and the way he was around you

he was a lot more touchy than you ever remembered, and not in an uncomfortable wait either

but what seemed platonic and innocent to you suddenly sent an alarm through out you (again, not a bad one,,,, just a slightly nervous one)

what were you supposed to do???????

you were always told that you were HORRIBLE with emotions and confrontation

confront him about your feelings???? now how were you supposed to deal with both???

you were unnerved to no end and george was quick to catch in as well

“okay, what’s up your butt?” at hearing george’s voice, you jump up slightly

“there’s nothing up my butt.”

“yes there is. you have that look.”

“the ‘there’s-something-up-my-butt’ look?” you scoff lightly, hoping to rid of the conversation with a tiny bit of humor

“exaclty the look. tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothings wrong.” you shrug him off, turning back to your book, one of which you had to read the first sentence repeatedly

you couldn’t even sit beside him any longer without feeling as if you’re about to burst with terrifying feelings and hypothesis, courtesy of angelina

“is someone bullying you?”

“what?” you turn to him in disbelief. “who would bully me?”

“i don’t know,” he mumbles softly not liking the reaction he managed to grab from you. “just... you look... weird.”

“and here i thought this flimsy uniform looked great with my legs.”

“okay sassypants, i’ll let you be.”

you sigh softly at the sight of a defeated look on him

your mother always said, “if something is painful but can be rid of in an instant, rip it off like a bandaid.”

you always thought it was dumb, why would you rip off a bandaid? bandaids were there to make you feel better so it should be working on whatever it’s put on

ridiculous

you’re ridiculous

YOU ARE RIDICULOUS

you knew you needed to stop being such a wussy, it was a bad look on you

that much you could tell at george’s hesitant looks

screw it

“want to go on a date?” it was too late to stop the words from coming out.

george looks over at you, wide eyes

you felt as if time was suddenly going to slow as you awaited his answer

so far,,,? things didn’t look too great for you

but you weren’t going to strike-out immediately, maybe he was too shocked

“you want to go on a date? with me?”

“no, actually, im asking professor snape... yes with you.” your cheeks were flushed red as you refused to look the boy in the eye

“sassypants is coming out again.” the melodious tone of his laughter reaching your ears, making you feel at ease

“i’d love to go on a date with you.” you shut your eyes tight, hands covering your face

“goodness, i felt like i was suffocating.” you mumble, embarrassment continuously coursing through your body

“is that what was up your butt?”

“you really do have a way with words. yes, that’s what was up my butt.”

“hmm, i knew something was wrong. weirdo, you could have asked me so long ago!”

“you could’ve told me too!”

[misfityong]

STRIPED CARNATION

↳ In which two best friends love each other, but their timing is off. 

pairing: Jaehyun x fem!reader

warning: lots of angst, mentions of anxiety

word count: 2.4k

a/n: hello! I hope you enjoy my first nct fanfic this was a revamp of an old fanfic I wrote years ago! Please let me know if you’d like a part 2 or epilogue sort of thing <3 also requests are open!

You and Jaehyun have been friends since you were little. He was your special person and you were his. Your friends always used to joke that the two of you would end up getting married considering how joint at the hip you were, and for a while you truly believed it until one day she came into his life.

She was radiant.

The kind of girl you always aspired to be like, long beautiful hair, a smile that could outshine the sun and the worst trait of all... a genuinely nice person. You think it was this quality that made you hate her the most, she was perfect for Jaehyun and you couldn’t deny it one bit. That's why you shut your mouth and held back your tears when Jaehyun came to you one day and handed you an envelope.

You are invited to the wedding of Jung Jaehyun and…

Your first instinct was to pinch yourself which earned you a strange look from Jaehyun. Your second instinct was the laugh, how ironic. Your third instinct was to cry, to beg him not to get married. 

But as you looked back up at Jaehyun who was eagerly waiting for your approval, you decided it was best to smile as genuinely as you could and congratulate him on getting someone as perfect as her to be his wife. Little did Jaehyun know, that you went home and cried yourself to sleep that night. 

The day had arrived, from today onwards Jaehyun would officially be yours no longer. You could no longer call him anymore in the middle of the night when you felt anxious and needed someone with you to lull you to sleep. You could no longer ask him to be your date to work functions where all your coworkers would showcase their happy relationships. You could no longer be even the tiniest bit selfish and just want to be around him. He no longer needed you, so you had to learn to no longer need him. 

“Hey…” you spoke, opening the door to Jaehyun’s old room, a room filled with so many memories of your childhood. A gasp left your mouth as you saw him in his suit, of course you always thought he was attractive but there was just something about him today that left you speechless. Hearing your voice, he spun around, that all too familiar smile appeared on his face showcasing his dimples as he embraced you in a hug. Oh how you adored his dimples. “Y/N, you’re here.” he spoke almost breathlessly, which confused you slightly. 

“Of course I'm here, I couldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding.” That was the first lie of the day. You had been pondering all night as to whether or not you went, but you know that by not going Jaehyun would have a lot of questions. 

“Still can’t tie a bowtie?” you laughed softly, moving over to help the man out. After a moment of silence you decided to distract yourself from the close proximity that you stood to him. “Are you nervous?” Jaehyun let out a shaky laugh at this as you finished his bow and took a step back.”It’s totally normal to be nervous you know, Jae. You’re getting married!” moving to sit on his bed, you let him keep getting ready as you watched him begin to pace.

“Am I making the right decision, Y/N?” eyes wide, tears begin to brim your eyes as you prepared yourself for the second lie of the day. “Yes, Jaehyun. You’re making the right decision.” Suddenly the bed dipped next to you and Jaehyun’s head was on your shoulder, face burrowed into your neck. Slowly you began to stroke his hair, trying to calm him down as you felt him starting to panic. His head quickly shot off your shoulder as he turned his body to face you. “I don’t think I can marry her. I-I love you, Y/N!”  

“W-what?!” you yelped, quickly standing up and beginning to pace around Jaehyun’s bedroom. You moved back over to Jaehyun and whacked the back of his head. “WHAT THE HECK Y/N?” he rubbed the back of his head which had begun to throb. You turned around fuming and pointed angrily at him “WHAT THE HECK? JAEHYUN, YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET MARRIED!” breaths starting to become short you rushed into Jaehyun’s ensuite bathroom and lock the door. Luckily you had made it into the bathroom before Jaehyun could see the tears fall from your eyes. “Y/N, let me in…” Jaehyun spoke from the other side of the door as you moved towards the sink and splashed your face with some water.

“Y/N…” Jaehyun spoke softly, you could hear him moving to sit with his back against the other side of the door. “Do you really love me Jaehyun?” you spoke wearily, trying not to get your hopes up. You knew it was just his nerves talking but a small part of you was hopeful that he really did return the intense feelings you had for him. A soft chuckle could be heard before Jaehyun replied “Why are you questioning it? We’ve been friends since we were kids, of course I love you.” You let out a bitter laugh at this “I’ve seen love in different forms, Jaehyun. What you feel towards me is familiar love, I’m the safe option…” more tears left your eyes as you began to grasp what was happening.

You sat in the bathroom in silence for a few minutes, silent tears falling as you tried to muffle your sobs. “Do you love me?” Jaehyun spoke breaking the silence, his voice evidently sad. Here came the third lie you would tell today “I loved you. Loved, past tense.” you only hoped that he wouldn’t pick up on you lying through your teeth, but you knew better than that. 

“…Maybe if you looked me in the eyes when you said that, I’d actually believe you.” he choked out. Moving towards the door, you leant your ear against it. Jaehyun at this point had moved away from the door which was your cue to quickly leave the bathroom and his room. Slowly you move your hand towards the handle and open it, but before you could escape Jaehyun had pulled you into a tight hug which you couldn’t break free of. “J-Jaehyun, let me go.” you pleaded, trying to push at his chest to separate the two of you. “Do you love me, Y/N?” Jaehyun asked again, this time he loosened his grip to look at you. 

Mustering as much courage as you could, you look at him with a serious expression “I loved you. Loved, past tense.” the fourth lie of the day. A single tear slipped down Jaehyun’s cheek. Sighing deeply, you pull one of the flowers you had neatly placed in your hair and pinned it to his jacket pocket. “Good luck, I’ll see you out there.” smiling weakly you move out the door. Looking over your shoulder, you watch as Jaehyun inspects the flower. 

A striped carnation.

I’m sorry I can’t be with you, I wish I could. This is what a striped carnation symbolises. I can’t have him. But I can’t stop thinking about him. 

Quickly walking out of the room and down the hallway, you take a moment to support yourself against the wall, “I do love you, Jaehyun. So damn much.”

“Y/n! There you are!” a voice spoke from down the hall as the figure rushed towards you. Quickly wiping your eyes, you came face to face with Johnny, your other best friend. Noticing your tears, he spoke knowingly “He told you didn’t he?” with the single nod of your head, he pulled you into a tight hug. 

“I love him, Johnny.” you begin to sob into his chest as he pulls you down the hallway to somewhere more private, which ended up being his car. “So he told you, huh…” Johnny spoke, before running a hand through his hair and sighing. “You told him you loved him back right?” Johnny asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Shaking your head no you begin to cry more, prompting Johnny to take his handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and hand it to you. “No. Just- just please get me out of here.” nodding his head, Johnny put his seatbelt on. 

“Y/N!” The front door slammed open as Jaehyun yelled after you. “Johnny, please start the car.” Johnny looked between you and Jaehyun before sighing sadly and starting the car. You slump back into the seat, eyes flickering over to the side mirror of the car, heart shattering as you spot Jaehyun standing in the driveway, shoulders slumped and eyes staring longingly in your direction. 

“I can turn the car around...” Johnny spoke softly. You open your mouth about to cave in but were cut off by the buzzing of my phone. 

Jaehyun 💘 I have so much I need to say, please, please come back.

More tears ran down your face as you read the pleading message. “Why’d you do it?” Johnny spoke up, eyes never leaving the road. “Why’d I do what?” you responded, locking your phone and putting it in the cupholder. Ignoring, the continuous flash of your screen which you assumed to be new messages from Jaehyun “Everyone knows you love him back, Why’d you tell him that you didn’t?” Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes. “I never intended to hurt him... but I will not be a homewrecker. I thought that I’d be alright, that I could handle being around Jaehyun. But I underestimated how strong my feelings were…”

“I saw it. The carnation, Y/N. I know what it means...” Johnny spoke sadly, waiting to see how you would react. “It matched his suit, that’s all.” you spoke nonchalantly, pretending your heart wasn’t hurting at the thought of the flower. You thought you could give it to him today and finally be done with your feelings for him, but that’s not what ended up happening.

“Yeah, whatever you say. Are you ready to go to the church?” After driving around for a while, your tears had finally dried. Nodding your head slowly, you lay back in the seat replaying everything that just happened in your head. If only you had told him how you really felt, maybe it would’ve saved the both of you from heartache.

“I can’t do this!” 

Arriving at the church and after a lot of convincing, you finally get out of Johnny’s car. Johnny walked over to you and crossed his arms “What do you mean, you can’t do this?”. Grabbing you by the shoulders he looks you in the eye sternly. “You can do this. You will do this. You said it yourself, Jaehyun deserves to be happy and I know for a fact that he’ll be heartbroken if you’re not inside that church when he gets there.”

Shaking your head stubbornly, you remove his hands from your shoulders and close your eyes briefly before opening them. “Okay.” Gently, you intertwined your hand with Johnny’s and moved into the church, heart breaking with every step you take. 

Not long after, Jaehyun arrived at the church, his eyes immediately scanned the room and stopped on you. He began to quickly move towards you, but was stopped by Johnny who shook his head. “Man, it’s time.” Eyes going wide, Jaehyung moved his gaze over to you before looking over at the pianist who had begun to play the Bride’s entrance song. Nodding his head defeated, he moved to the altar, eyes never leaving your face. 

Hearing the music, reality set in and you began to feel sick as you watched Jaehyun’s bride walk down the aisle. Once she reached Jaehyun, you turned to look over at Johnny and shook your head, mouthing to him “I can’t do this.” Quickly, you stood up and rushed out of the church as quietly as you could. Once you were out the doors you kicked your heels off, leaving them on the hood of Johnny’s car. Not knowing where you were going, you just began to run. Focusing on getting as far away from the church as possible. Tiring quickly, you found yourself on a bench, your ragged breaths forming into hysterical sobs. 

“Y/N?…” a familiar voice spoke gently. Furrowed eyebrows you shook your head, trying to clear your mind. You were just imagining things, Jaehyun was at the church right now probably just about to say ‘I do’.

“Y/N…” a man sat down next to you and wiped your tears, looking up you let out a gasp as you realised that your brain wasn’t playing tricks on you. Jaehyun was really sitting next to you. His hair a bit dishevelled from the wind and his bow that you had tied perfectly hours before loose and untied around his neck. Wiping your eyes you looked at Jaehyun and shook your head disapprovingly “What the hell are you doing here?!” 

“I’m- I…” he let out a defeated sigh and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I-I know my timing is awful and that you don’t feel the same-“

“I love you too, Jaehyun.” Your sudden words made Jaehyun’s eyes go wide. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You breathed out, pulling one of the other flowers you had in your hair and twirling it. 

“Jaehyun, you shouldn’t be here…”

Closing his eyes, a single tear slipped down his cheek as he gingerly interlaced his fingers with yours. “I know.” he spoke, taking off his wedding band and twirling it between his fingers.

“Our timing was off.” you spoke, looking ahead at the cars that passed by, trying to focus on not breaking down again. “Yeah.” he replied letting out a bitter chuckle and squeezing your hand. 

You knew the answer to the next question would break your heart, but you still asked it anyway. “Do you love her?” there was a moment of silence before Jaehyun nodded his head yes. You knew deep down that you weren’t fated to be together and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Then that’s all that matters.” you spoke calmly before taking the ring out of Jaehyun’s hand and sliding it back onto his ring finger. 

“But I love you too-” Jaehyun interjected, grabbing your face in his hands. Tears brimming his eyes as he gently caressed your face. Smiling sadly you removed his hands from your face and moved over a bit. “You can’t”. The two of you sat on the park bench in silence, looking ahead at the cars that drove past. 

Oh, what trouble a simple four words could cause.