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ginnsbaker · 2 months

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fic: if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) (5/?)

Part summary: With Leigh, it feels like for every step forward, you end up taking two steps back.

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader | Word count for this part: 5.600+ | Warnings Some angst, het stuff | A/N: Texts in italic indicate they happened in the past. We get an insight about R's past with Matt and a little surprise at the end.

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You'd hardly expect to meet a decent guy on the street nowadays.

Though, to be fair, it's less about meeting him and more about running straight into him. At the moment, you don't give it much thought. You distinctly remember wincing from the impact, feeling solid muscle and jutting bones, and a surge of irritation bubbles up inside you because you're not exactly having the best day. But then, the man you ran into looks up, and his face is all apologies.

He looks like he might cry if you don't forgive him, so you do. As you stand there, trying to process the situation, he notices the coffee spilled all over the floor—your coffee, which has now created a sad, dark puddle around your feet.

“Can I buy you another coffee?”

Despite the kind gesture, you find yourself shaking your head, more keen on changing out of your coffee-stained coat than sticking around any longer.

From a few steps away, his impatient friend calls out, “Are you coming, Matt?”

“Yeah, just wait a sec,” Matt responds, his attention still on you. You usually don’t trust men running into you without an agenda, but there’s something about him that tells you he didn’t mean to, and that he’s more than willing to make up for it.

“No, thanks. I got it…”

He looks unnecessarily worried as he leans in a bit closer. “You sure about that?” he asks.

His brown eyes are the friendliest pair you’ve seen in a while. And being essentially alone in this new town, they pull you in like gravity.

“Y-Yes. Just watch where you’re going next time,” you stammer, attempting to stabilize your shaky legs.

“Matt!”

Matt nods hesitantly, then mumbles, “Sorry, I have to go. Again, I'm really sorry,” before his gaze releases you, and you feel its force that held you in a vice-like grip easing away.

As you're walking away, you keep having to tell yourself not to look over your shoulder, even though every part of you kind of wants to.

You guess you must be really lonely, to cling onto the first bit of kindness someone throws your way.

Your deliberate attempts to bump into Leigh finally pay off one brisk Friday morning. But it’s not in the way you’ve imagined it would go.

The town is just waking up, the chill in the air biting at your cheeks as you take your routine jog through the quiet streets. You've discovered that running suits you better than yoga, mainly because it's something you can do solo, and you've always leaned towards activities where you can be by yourself. You’re tired, but you try to lift your knees higher with every stride, keeping your cadence in check.

Turning a corner, a sudden commotion catches your attention. A group of rowdy teenagers barrel down the sidewalk, loud and oblivious to anything but their own world. One of them, a bit too caught up in the fun, nearly crashes into you, forcing you to swerve unexpectedly.

In your effort to dodge, you step right into the path of Leigh Shaw.

It all happens too fast; there's no chance for either of you to do anything else. You crash into each other, the impact sending a jolt through your bodies. You tumble sideways, your arm shooting out instinctively, breaking your fall and softening the impact as you land. Leigh lets out a sharp yelp as she staggers forward from the force of the collision, a look of shock quickly spreading across her face. As she falls, her knee scrapes against the rough concrete, and when she finally sits up, there's a noticeable gash, bleeding freely.

“Oh my god, I am so, so sorry,” you blurt out, horrified at the sight. “Are you okay? Can you stand?”

She grimaces, glancing at her knee, then back at you. “Well, I've definitely been better,” she says, trying to keep her voice light despite the pain. You give her a hand up, and as she leans on you for support, you can't help but notice she's dressed in denim shorts, a blue parka, and flip-flops—not exactly the attire for a morning jog. The sun's just starting to show its face, and you're left wondering where she's headed so early, if she's not out for a run or something.

Looking around, you notice the roll-up shutters of nearby establishments are still down, indicating they won't be opening anytime soon. It’s apparent that there's nowhere immediate to find help or a first-aid kit. You scratch the back of your neck, an awkward idea coming to you.

“I don’t think there’s nowhere we can ask for help,” you start, trying not to sound too anxious about what you’re about to suggest. “I've got a first-aid kit at my place, though. It's not far. We could fix you up there, if you're okay with it?”

Leigh takes a beat, and then gives you a nod. “I guess that's my best option right now. Lead the way.”

As you start walking, Leigh instinctively grabs your arm for support. Your foot have barely hit the pavement when she suddenly grips tighter, fingers clawing into your arm as she lets out a hiss of pain. The wound must have stretched as she bent her knee to take a step, and with the way she's limping, you realize making her walk is a bad call.

“Shit, I'm really sorry,” you apologize again, the situation dawning on you. This isn't at all how you wanted to run into Leigh again, especially after trying to find a way to reconnect since the dinner in her car. “Let me get an Uber.”

Leigh starts to object, but you're already pulling out your phone. The last thing you wanted was for your attempt to help to end up hurting her more.

“So, where were you headed earlier?” you ask casually, hoping not to pry too much. “Doesn't seem like you were out for a run like I was.”

Leigh’s injury is more severe than you first thought; after hitting a rough patch on the pavement, her knee took the brunt of the fall. The skin is scraped away in several places, revealing angry, reddened flesh beneath.

“Grocery, or something,” Leigh mumbles, distracted and wincing a bit as you ready another dab of antiseptic for her knee. The moment the cotton touches the wound, she can't help but jerk away slightly.

“Sorry, sorry,” you murmur, soothingly, noticing she's struggling to stay still. To help steady her, you gently hold onto her calf, and that's when you feel your cheeks start to warm up. “I'll be as quick as I can,” you promise, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

“I’m okay. You're doing...fine,” Leigh sighs between clenched teeth, obviously trying to downplay her discomfort.

You know you're not fine, certainly not in the way Leigh means. All you can hear is yours and Leigh’s breathing, and your heart stuttering in your chest, because despite barely seeing Leigh in recent weeks, this annoying little crush won’t go away. It’s weird enough that she’s Matt’s wife, and you can't shake the feeling that you’re probably the last person she’d ever look at that way. Not to mention, you're not even sure if she's into women.

Once you’re done cleaning her wound, you carefully wrap a bandage around her knee. Then, you head to the fridge to grab some ice, noticing Leigh's puzzled look when you return.

“What’s that for?” she asks, tilting her head slightly.

“I have a feeling you're going to have a bone bruise after that fall,” you explain, handing her the ice wrapped in a cloth. “This should help with the pain and keep the swelling down.”

She accepts it, a small smile of gratitude on her face as she says, “Thanks.”

“No problem, it's my fault anyway.”

“It was an accident,” Leigh points out.

An accident that, if I'm being honest with myself, I was somewhat hoping for, you reflect with regret.

Leigh looks relieved as she presses the ice against her knee, eyes closing for a moment. With the immediate pain taken care of, you can't help but wonder again where she was headed earlier as you start pulling ingredients out of the fridge to whip up some breakfast.

“Hope you're hungry,” you say, flashing a smile as you fire up the stove.

“I'm fine, really,” she says, but the moment the bacon starts sizzling, she caves. “Actually, I could eat.”

With your back to her, you could smirk all you want at her change of heart. After frying up the bacon and eggs, you pull out some leftover rice and begin chopping garlic.

“What are you making?” Leigh asks suddenly from behind you.

“This is something I picked up on my travels through Southeast Asia,” you share as you cook. “Can't do bacon and eggs without it anymore. But I'll get some toast going for you.”

Leigh's face lights up, almost childlike. “Toast sounds great.”

You and Leigh settle into your meal, you with your plate of garlic rice, bacon, and eggs, and Leigh with her toast done just right alongside her bacon and eggs. She surprises you by complimenting how you cooked the eggs, noticing they're slightly burnt to a crisp around the edges.

“I've never had my eggs quite like this before,” she says.

“Oh, that?” you chuckle. “Learned the technique by accident some time ago. Got distracted and ended up leaving them on the heat a bit too long.”

She laughs too, and soon enough, you're both just talking like old friends, the conversation breezy and effortless. You begin to get a real sense of Leigh's sense of humor and it complements yours in the best way. Leigh loops back to when you mentioned visiting Southeast Asia, and you're more than happy to share your experiences, considering she's never left the country.

“...I’m pretty sure Hawaii counts, right? With the weather and everything, plus it’s really far—”

You’re still cracking up over some joke she made moments ago, and now you’re wondering if you’ll ever stop.

“No way, Leigh, it doesn’t work like that!” you get out between laughs, holding onto your stomach as you shake with laughter.

The more you talk, the more Leigh hangs on every word, making you feel surprisingly at ease. Sharing stories about places you've been and things you've seen becomes less about bragging and more about just sharing your adventures with someone who’s really listening. It's kind of refreshing, actually, feeling this free to dive into your memories with someone so interested.

That is until the topic eventually shifts to your fitness routine. It's then that Leigh offhandedly mentions, “You'll probably see more progress with the new instructor next week. I heard she’s got a certificate and all.”

You pause, fork paused mid-air. “New instructor? You’re not leading the class next week?”

Leigh simply shakes her head no.

“Then, when are you coming back?”

Leigh takes a breath before saying, “I actually quit.”

Hearing her say she’s left the studio nearly makes you spit out your breakfast. You're halfway through a bite, trying to wrap your head around the news, when suddenly, Leigh checks her phone. Before you can even dive into a million questions about why she quit, she's saying she needs to head home.

Your thoughts are spinning, but you don’t miss the opportunity to offer her a ride.

“You drive?” Leigh looks surprised.

“Yeah, just got the car this weekend,” you manage to say, still reeling from the shock that Leigh won't be at Beautiful Beast anymore.

“Are you sure? I can just call a cab,” Leigh mutters, probably noticing you're a bit out of it.

“No, really, I insist,” you say. Making her walk on that knee seems like the last thing you should do.

Leigh tries to brush it off once more, “Again, an accident.”

You ignore her, grabbing your keys from a dusty fishbowl. “Doesn't mean I won't be kicking myself over it.”

She lets out a sigh, and you can't quite tell if she's resigned or just annoyed.

As you pull up in front of Leigh's house for the first time, you're immediately taken in by its typical three-bedroom layout. The lawn, however, looks like it hasn't seen a mower in quite some time, giving the place a lived-in, somewhat neglected feel. You quickly get out of the car to help Leigh to the front step.

Then, out of nowhere, Leigh curses, patting down her pockets in a panic. “Fuck, I forgot my keys.”

“But someone should be home, right?” you ask.

Leigh rings the doorbell, her expression turning sour. “Yeah, my sister,” she mutters, clearly not thrilled at the prospect.

You're taken aback when, a few seconds later, it's Jules from the studio who opens the door. The sharp look they exchange isn't lost on you; it's clear there's more to the story than just Leigh coming home without her keys. You're gearing up to say goodbye, assuming Leigh will head inside, but instead, she turns to you and says, “Wait right here.”

You do as she says, glancing at the ground, shuffling your feet back and forth.

“Hi, I'm Jules, Leigh's sister. I've seen you around at Beautiful Beast. You're one of Leigh's clients?” Jules smiles at you, politely offering a hand for you to shake. You accept it and introduce yourself in return. Watching her face, you see the moment she puts it all together.

“Oh, you're the vet who Matt had—I'm sorry. It's just, I wasn't expecting to see you here, helping Leigh home.”

You knew where that first sentence was going, but you're silently thankful Jules decided to pull back and not finish it. You force a smile as you explain how you got here. “She was out for groceries, and I kind of ran into her, leading to a bit of a fall, and now—”

“No, she wasn’t,” Jules cuts in sharply.

“Sorry?”

“Leigh didn't come home last night,” she says. But before you have a chance to process this new information, Leigh returns, clutching a fifty-dollar bill.

“For the trouble,” she tells you, getting in front of Jules.

You attempt to wave it off. “Hey, you don't have to do that—”

But Leigh isn't taking no for an answer, she presses the bill into your hand. You never see it coming what happens next: she plants a quick peck on your cheek, effectively shutting down any further protests. The spot where her lips brushed against your skin tingles, and it’s all you can think about for a moment. Without waiting for you to react properly, Leigh starts herding Jules back inside the house, throwing over her shoulder a quick, “Thanks again, Y/N. Bye.”

You're left there, holding the bill in one hand, touching your cheek with the other, and staring at the closed door, suddenly very aware of how little you actually know about what's going on in Leigh's life.

Suzie shoots you that knowing look again as you head out of the clinic decked out in your active gear.

This time, a blush creeps up on your cheeks, memories of your chat with her about someone “making those sweat sessions worth it” floating back, and you try your best not to let your thoughts drift to Leigh. But then it hits you that she won't be there. Despite your dedication, the sheer excitement of going to the studio isn't quite what it used to be without her as your instructor.

Just as Suzie is about to lock up, the door bursts open. A man rushes in, cradling a small dog in his arms, panic written all over his face. He explains, breathless, that his pet is struggling with labor.

Suzie looks back at you. “I could call Foreman for this,” she says, already reaching for her phone. You stand there for a second, deliberating. Leigh won't be at the class; she's no longer at the Beautiful Beast.

Then, making up your mind, you hold out a hand to stop Suzie. “No, there’s no need. I've got this.”

It feels like you've just walked into one of those old-timey romantic movies, where chivalry isn’t dead and everything turns out way better than you could've ever hoped. In hindsight, it’s better. Because it’s real, and you're right in the middle of it, living a dream you didn't even know you had, with the kind of guy you thought only existed in those movies.

The night air is cool and light, brushing against your skin as the car slows to a stop in front of your apartment. To say the least, it's been an unexpected evening for a first date, and easily one of the best.

As Matt pulls up to your building, he turns to you, a sheepish grin lighting up his face. “Well, here we are,” he says, as if surprised you've arrived so soon.

You don’t want to say goodbye. Not yet. So you stay put in the passenger seat, doing your best to draw out the last strands of the evening.

“So, Nick was the mastermind behind all this?” you tease, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you two.

Matt chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, about that... I had no clue he asked for your number until he handed it to me and said, ‘You owe me one’.”

“He’s the perfect wingman, then?”

“I guess you could say that,” Matt agrees, smiling. “I didn't tell him about my interest in you, but Nick knew anyway. He's good at reading people, always has been.”

“I see,” you say, your gaze following the contours of his cheeks, which carry a soft pink blush. It could be from the red wine you both enjoyed at dinner, or, you find yourself hoping, it might be because of you. “Well, he has my thanks. I really thought he was the one interested in me though.”

Matt laughs, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest. “No, it was always me. Since the moment I, uh, ran into you.”

There’s a moment where you both just stare at each other, tacitly acknowledging the serendipity of it all—the accidental meeting that could've ended with a simple apology and nothing more.

Yet here you are.

“You know, I'm glad it was you,” you profess, feeling a boldness that usually isn't there.

Matt breaks into a huge grin, but it's really in his eyes where you can see just how happy your remark has made him.

“Would you... maybe want to do this again? Without the running into each other part, I mean,” he says softly.

You laugh, nodding. “I'd like that. Just maybe start with coffee next time. And no spilling.”

“Deal,” he says, his grin infectious.

As you step out of the car, a proposition forms in your mind and you backtrack.

“Would you like to get that coffee now?”

Sometimes, you find yourself dreaming about your memories with Matt, particularly the part Leigh interrogated you about. Even though you stuck to the facts, you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were somehow deceiving her.

You wonder if this is why you haven't been able to sleep for days. That, coupled with the fact that you've been handling emergencies yourself instead of calling Foreman as you used to. Suzie has mentioned that since you're taking on all the emergency cases, you might be overcompensating your intern. You don’t tell Suzie though that your work has become a welcome distraction from the realization that your new hobby no longer holds your interest, leaving you with extra hours to fill before returning to the solitude of your apartment.

And without seeing Leigh, there’s only your own head to get your fill of her. You find yourself thinking about her now and then, about what she's been doing, wondering if she's found a new job after leaving her yoga instructor position. She crosses your mind at the most random hours of the day, take right now, for example—staring at this little 8-day-old Shih Tzu puppy in the incubator, its fur somehow has you thinking of Leigh's hair color.

The puppy was part of a litter brought in for a C-section. Tragically, its mother didn't survive, and the owner, possibly overwhelmed by the situation and the impending bills, abandoned them. Out of four puppies, this one, the runt of the litter, was the sole survivor.

“What are we going to do with you, huh?” you muse aloud, the puppy blinking back with innocent eyes. “I can't take you for myself; you'd just end up living here in the clinic with me. And let's be honest, living in a hospital can't be much fun, right? It’s not safe either, exposes you to diseases.”

You sigh, brushing its length with your forefinger. “The other choice is to send you to a shelter. I'm sure someone would fall head over heels for you and adopt you in no time. But,” you sigh, your heart heavy, “I can't guarantee that'll happen quickly, as much as we both might want it to.”

“Finding where you fit in this big world isn't easy, you know? It's like searching for that one place, or that one person, where you could simply just… belong to. But I guess when you finally find it, it feels like winning the lottery, right?”

The puppy makes a noise, automatically bringing a smile to your lips. You wonder if Leigh has ever thought of the same thing—about searching for where she belongs after losing her home and everything familiar when Matt passed away. Perhaps it's even scarier for her. The thought of finding that one thing that's uniquely ours, only to lose it forever. What if we're only given one thing that's truly meant for us?

And once it's gone, what does that leave us with?

One sleepless night, after deciding to bring the puppy home for a more personal touch in its care, a thought crosses your mind. What if you could restore some of what was inadvertently taken from Leigh? Maybe bring back a piece of home and purpose that seemed to have slipped through her fingers when her world turned upside down?

It’s true, the puppy's late-night energy partly nudged the thought your way, but deep down, you believe Leigh will be perfect for him. You're sure she'll adore him, and he's bound to love her just as much.

Just as you're settling back to attempt sleep again, your phone starts ringing. You blink at the screen, disbelief washing over you as you see it's Leigh calling—the same woman you've recently realized you have feelings for, and who's been on your mind just moments ago. A part of you wonders if she dialed the wrong number by mistake, but it keeps ringing, compelling you to answer.

“Leigh?” you answer, the name almost a question in itself.

On the other end, you hear her take a deep breath—an ironic move given how the call exudes a vibe of urgency. Then, she speaks, her voice clear yet carrying an undercurrent of something you can't quite place.

“Y/N Are you available to talk right now?”

“Yeah, I am. What's going on—”

“No, not on the phone. Can you meet me right now?”

You glance down at yourself, noting your sleep shorts and tee. You're so comfortable and cozy in bed, and the puppy had just gotten to sleep. It's tempting to reschedule this some other time. But the thought of Leigh Shaw on the other end of the line, coupled with the worrying nature of her request, tilts the balance. The idea of saying no, only to find out something bad happened to her, is something you know you wouldn’t forgive yourself for.

“Yes, I can meet you,” you say, hurrying your movements and snatching your jacket from the cabinet. “Where?”

The date doesn't end with just late-night coffee.

Matt's hand is on your ass, fingers digging in like he owns the place. You’re gripping his tie, pulling him in, again and again. Both of you are still wearing all your clothes, but they're starting to feel like barriers as you both lean into each other, striving to get as close as humanly possible.

The invitation for a nightcap, decaffeinated per his request, had both of you sitting a bit too close on the couch, sharing silly smiles over steaming cups as if you were already lost in love. When the cups were drained, conversation drifted dangerously towards the topic of sex, and that's when you caught yourself staring at Matt's lips. Before he had a chance to react, you were going for it, giving into weeks of pent-up sexual tension.

Matt's lips find their way to your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Encouraged by the heat of the moment, your fingers start to work on the buttons of Matt's shirt, eager to explore further.

But then his hands caught yours.

“W-Wait…”

You’re stunned, pulling back almost reflexively, feeling a bit embarrassed as you tried to figure out if you crossed a line.

“Did I... do something wrong?” you ask.

Matt shakes his head and then kisses you on the forehead. He further reassures you by saying, “No, no, it's not you. I just think we might be rushing things a bit. I really like you, and I want us to be sure about this, you know?”

Inside, you’re a mess of wants and needs, but as much as you want him tonight, you realize you want him even more tomorrow, and the day after. You won't rush this, especially if he's not ready. So, you nod, squashing down the throbbing between your legs as you try to concentrate on anything but his half-open shirt.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything,” he adds, wearing that apologetic look on his face that got you the first time.

In response, you hold Matt's face gently, giving him a quick, soft kiss on the lips. “I really like you too,” you say, despite feeling like those words pale in comparison to what you truly feel for him.

Standing up, you figure he'll say his goodbyes and head out. But instead, Matt looks up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

“I don't want to rush things,” he repeats. “But, I also don't really want to leave just yet. Would it be okay if I stayed the night?”

The request takes you by surprise, a warm fluttering sensation bubbling up inside you at the thought of him wanting to stay. “Of course, you can stay,” you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I hope you're okay with the couch.”

Matt laughs and starts pulling off his socks. “There's nowhere else I'd rather be.”

Ever since Leigh asked to meet at a gas station on the sketchier side of town, your anxiety hasn't settled. It's a part of town known for trouble, somewhere you'd rather not be, especially in the dead of night. It doesn’t matter, because you’re hopelessly driven by concern and an unspoken affection that won't let you say no to her, no matter the time or place.

You walk up to the convenience store next to the gas station, its fluorescent lights flickering ominously, almost like you've just stepped into the opening scene of a horror movie. It's dead silent, aside from a radio playing inside the store, turned up by the person manning it in a feeble attempt to fill the silence or maybe to keep company. Leigh is inside, visible through the large, pane-glass window, nursing a coffee, alone. The way she's standing, something's off.

You make your way towards her, hands buried deep in the comfort of your hoodie's pockets.

“Hey—”

She's like a coiled spring at the sound of your voice. That should’ve been your first clue.

“Why did you lie?” Leigh asks point-blank.

“Leigh, I—What do you mean?”

Leigh's face twists into a grimace that chills you to the bone, a clear sign that tonight's going down one of two paths: either you both find a way through this mess, or she cuts you out for good. But you're lost, genuinely clueless about any lie she's accusing you of. You've been straight with her, at least you think you have.

Her nostrils flare, her eyes burning holes into you as she waits for some sort of confession. But all you can give her is a dumbfounded look.

After a while, Leigh's patience wears thin. “We're not doing this here,” she growls, glaring at the lone store clerk, who seems amused and makes no attempt to hide his interest in eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Leigh, I seriously don't know what you're talking about.”

“Just come with me,” she snaps, ushering you back outside, pulling at your arm with a grip that leaves no room for argument. It's painful, the way her nails dig into your skin, but you suppose you deserve it, whatever it might be. If it helps her release her anger, you're willing to bear it.

Leigh stops, plants her hands on her hips, and just looks at you, like she's waiting for something to click in your head. “Leigh, please—” you start, but you're cut off not by her anger this time, but by the sight of her eyes glistening, fighting back tears.

“You're really going to make me say it?” she manages to choke out, before giving a humorless laugh and running a frustrated hand over her face. Before you can protest again, she thrusts a phone into your hand. It's lit up, a text conversation open and waiting. As you scroll through the messages, your mouth opens in shock. They're from Matt.

Skimming through the texts, your jaw nearly hits the ground. He's recounting your first date, detailing how the night ended with him at your place. He admits nothing happened, but not for a lack of desire. Instead, he confesses he held back because he's still wrestling with the fact that he's married to Leigh. He mentions wanting to make sure when he jumps in with you, he's not dragging any “chains” along.

He goes on, saying he felt you were on the same page, ready to go further, and implies the only reason things didn't heat up was because he had self-control. Reading this, you can't decide if Matt's just showing off or if he's trying to justify his half-steps to whoever's reading this on the other end.

“Whose phone is this?” you blurt out, the only question that registers in your brain. It turns out to be the wrong thing to say, though, as it’s precisely the spark that ignites Leigh's fury, sending it cascading over the edge.

“Don’t fucking change the subject!”

You press your lips into a thin line, your own frustration simmering. “I didn't lie to you, Leigh.” You wave the phone with Matt’s messages like some kind of proof, arguing, “He even says here nothing happened!”

“It's not just about what did or didn't happen!” she fires back, her eyes blazing. “You wanted it to happen. You were ready to go there with him. You wanted more, and you're still not owning up to it.”

At this point, keeping your emotions under wraps isn't an option anymore.

“Yes! Of course, I wanted to go there with him,” you explode, your hands coming up in the air in surrender. “I found him attractive, thought he was a great guy, and—single, Leigh! I thought he was single when I was falling for him, okay? Are you happy now?”

Leigh's response is to laugh, but it's not a happy sound. It's bitter, mocking, and it just keeps going.

You're standing there, breathing hard, your breath visible in the chilly air, when it hits you why she’s so upset: When you were telling her the details of your affair, you made it sound as if what happened—or almost happened—was just a casual fling. And Leigh, she just soaked up that version. In doing so, she somehow managed to forgive Matt, forgive you for your role in it, and even toy with the idea of being friends with you.

You made her believe it didn’t mean anything more than what she meant to him. It ripped off the bandage and thrust a knife back into her wound.

After Leigh's laughter fizzles out, the cold seems to bite a little harder, and you notice her shivering—whether from the cold or the tumult of emotions, you can't tell. She's just in shorts and a thin shirt, unprepared for the temperature drop.

Seeing her like this, vulnerable and cold, you feel the urge to just hug her and make her feel a fraction of how badly you regret deceiving her all along. Because saying “I'm sorry” feels way too small for the giant mess of feelings you're dealing with, especially the ones about her that you didn't even realize were piling up until now.

“Leigh,” you whisper, bargaining for something you don’t know.

She meets your gaze, a bit more peace in her eyes now, but that doesn't stop the tears from finally rolling down her cheeks. She's about to speak when suddenly a car pulls up in front of you, its headlights flashing across your faces, momentarily blinding you both.

A man steps out of the car, and Leigh recognizes him immediately. You do too, although it takes you a second longer to realize. Before either of you could react, he's already launching into a tirade. “Leigh, what the hell? Leaving in the middle of the night, stealing my phone—”

“Not now, Danny.”

You freeze, every fiber of your being locking onto the newcomer—because you're almost certain Leigh misspoke.

His name is not Danny.

It’s Nick.

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peachy-wolfhard · 3 months

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dating yuta okkotsu

a/n: wowzers more than one post a year??? also HAPPY BDAY YUTA LUB U BABYBOY

Warnings: swearing, sims death, yuta gets elbowed accidentally, a little angst

Word Count: 823

My literal bf

He's so in love

Heart eyes whenever someone even slightly mentions you

Yuta will be talking to someone and if they slightly mention something you like he starts rambling about how amazing you are and how much he loves you while blushing and borderline giggling and kicking his feet

He's so sticky too like anything you do he's right there like a shadow

Yuta is also really quiet when he is being your shadow so 99% of the time he ends up scaring you when you turn around

One time after a mission, you're nerves were still on edge and Yuta just happened to walk behind you and ended up getting an elbow to the eye (Rika beat ur ass sorry)

Yuta isn't that big of a gamer himself but he LOVES to watch you play the sims, especially if you made you and him

Speaking of the Sims ! Whenever Yuta is away for missions you always update him about what's going on

hi yu! Update ab our sims…OUR SON DIED HE DIED IN A FIRE IM SO SAD!!!!!! BUT ITS OK WE CAN MAKE A NEW ONE ;) wink wink anyway we moved to a farm and ITS HAUNTED. ok bye bye baby ilysm MWAH

VOICE MESSAGES!! Yuta can't get enough of them he loves sending them to you and he loves when you send them

yuta

“Hi honey, I just saw a really cute cat that reminded me of you. I swear it looked almost one hundred percent like you, not even joking…ok i gotta go bye i love you!”

Facetimes are another thing that is pretty regular. Its either you walking around campus showing him to all your friends or him show you around wherever he is

“Yuta, look at these freaks. They’re going crazy without you here…me too honestly”

“I know I'm losing my mind not being around you guys but especially you.”

Another thing he loves is sending random pictures to each other

*picture of yuta being cute*

y/n

OMG IM SOBBING MWAH MWAH IM GONNA EAT U I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND

*picture of you doing something*

yuta

Cries sobs screams throws up I MISS UUUUUUUUUU <333333 :333

ONE LAST THING

Yuta barely uses emojis, he's an emoticon boy :3

He always brings you presents back from wherever they send him

There's always a big dramatic reunion when he returns. Running into each other's arms, fake loud crying, one of you carrying the other (translation: you carrying Yuta) …the works

Nights after he gets home are very chill. Ordering take out and watching reality tv while just enjoying each other's company. Ending the night by cuddling each other to sleep

Yuta has a note in his notes app of EVERYTHING you like and dislike

Everytime you slightly mention something you like or dislike he makes a mental note to write it down

Even if he doesn't write something down, he memorized it. Remembers what kind of candy you like, what your favorite flowers are, your orders from take out and restaurants

While your guys relationship is lovely and amazing it does get hard sometimes with Yuta always being gone and you having missions and school

Going days without hearing from the other because the two of you are so stressed and busy then having to update each other all at once in one message then repeating the process

Trying to facetime each other but when he's in an entirely different timezone it's hard. You'll be almost asleep and his day is just starting

After a while it started to get to you, that your boyfriend was away for so long, you weren't able to see him, and when you were you had to prepare for him to leave just a few weeks after

Even though you were surrounded by your friends and teachers that love you, you felt so lonely

Finally you talked to him about it, about how all his traveling made you feel so alone and he agreed with you. That he too felt so alone (because most of the time he was) and that he just wanted to stay home for at least a year

Loves snuggling with you but only in private (Maki beat his ass)

Holds you so close at night to the point it feels like he's trying to get into your skin

Seems like the type to either wear minimal clothes to bed or pajama sets, no in between

Kicks the blankets off then curls up to you when he inevitably gets cold

Yes he's very sweet but he still likes to mess with you ESPECIALLY at night

His favorite thing to do is putting his cold hands or feet on you and asking “are my feet/hands cold”

ONE LAST THING

He 100% gets you guys those Lego roses so you can build them together

Overall he very much loves you and cant get enough of you

#yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta x reader #okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #jjk x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x you

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azure-cherie · 3 months

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20 things I've learned as i turn 20

My birthday is in a few days though i like to keep it private I'd like to share some of my thoughts 😁 the things I've learned are mostly based off my experiences

Individuality: one can be a loner in life but that doesn't guarantee a thing about individuality, to learn it one has to be in uncomfortable places and do uncomfortable things only to realise oh that is my thing and i must pursue , though we keep acquiring things from here and there all our lives but it's our zest that makes it ours .

Don't be afraid to move alone, stay alone or do things alone , I'm still working on it and the most important part is people are so busy they don't even care what you are doing, only a pathetic person jokes about you being lonely and doing things on your own

You are watching self help but are you applying it ?? With so much information available one can often get lost in comparison and be confused about thing , to try things is a better way to decide whether we should listen to someone , most of the times people don't even know what they're saying always ask yourself before following someone's advice .

Only give someone something when you are genuinely having an excess in your life , give from what you have extra , or else you'll end up feeling empty and sad because you gave them from your part, for example : there's a friends birthday and you don't have excess to give them a gift just skip the party or give them something hand made like cards , gifts or bake cookies , if they really love you they will appreciate you and only such people are worth having around , same with your time , only make time for others when you have done everything for yourself.

Don't fall into the trap , boundaries are tangible, don't be like " oh I had such a good day my best friend is crying but my boundary is to not care i live my good life" shut up this girl right here was there for you when you needed someone we often lose our way then the people around us need to bring us to the right path , you need people around you remember. Please do this only if the other person does the same for you .

It's okay to not like anyone around you : Darwin said survival of the fittest and we mostly stay in competition with people , so it's okay to not like everyone don't ghost them because you find one thing annoying, they have good things you can look out for , focus on the good .

Give yourself and others the space : don't seem needy or desperate because you had a fight with someone or just a problem with yourself, perspectives come with time , you and they need it if it's meant to be things will be alright

It's okay to lose things , we get tired of things and people and situations and it's fine if it's worth you can fight for it but if you are staying only because of attachment it doesn't take long till it wears off , get ready for the new chapter of your life

It's okay to win , personally I realised I have been afraid of winning and that's why I don't. when you are young you can be programmed to feel like a loser but know that life keeps changing you can win if you believe it .

You don't need to fix everything about you : ahh please please don't give up on good things just because you thing you are yet to heal , no you're good go for it if you feel like it , moreover something's are just not worth it to fix or heal , simple changes can accomodate.

People who love you will accommodate for you and it goes both ways , you have to belive in the power of you and everyone around you and sometimes bend when you need to

What is not worth bending is your values , when you know something is right do what is right regardless , be the right person to yourself by doing what is right to you .

Don't worry about being a good or bad person , it doesn't matter in the long run , a narcissist thinks they're the best and an anxious person thinks they're the worst but we know what's the truth , sometimes in life you have to do bad things but that doesn't make you a bad person , you need to survive in this world things aren't cheap we suffer from capitalism and mind games , do what you need to get a good life for you and your closed ones , we'll talk about the bad deeds in hell and even god will see what you have done and why you have done it , intentions matter .

Keep a balance of experiences and consequences, don't lose out of an experience because you worried about the consequences too much and don't do something that you will regret because you didn't think about the consequences of your actions.

Never tell one person everything, don't vent to everyone , the more you vent the more possibility you have of your personal information getting leaked as a gossip, if you tell different people about different issues you can know when they betray you and dismiss the rumour and cut them off and know that some people are just better at advice in different sectors like you wouldn't ask a logical person who's invested in financial topics about your emotional turmoil it will only disappoint.

Keep your spiritual practices private , don't do something because everyone is , people like to mock , put bad energy or evil eye on perfectly fine things , it's only protection to keep your practices private or anonymous on the internet . Do some spiritual practice because you feel connected to it not because everyone is , don't follow the crowd look within yourself. This applies to deity work , magic or manifestation.

Learn about money and finances and investment, Acquire skills it's only right when you know enough about these things as they create the foundation of your life here, learn about it young so you don't suffer when older . learn everything that you can don't be afraid to be a first timer one day you'll be a pro at it and you'll thank yourself that you were a first timer , try everything you can .

Don't worry about defining yourself, you're constantly changing and that's the beauty of you , you can know who you are and you have to relearn who you are in every era of life .

Be happy for what your parents have done and forgive for what they didn't, this can be hard but don't let them be another obstacle for you to not reach your highest self it's best to forgive and move on , it's also their First time as a person learning about living.

Love yourself unconditionally, last but not the least the most important, forgive yourself, accept the ways you have changed , do things for yourself, practice all 5 love languages on yourself, give yourself the love .

I have learnt so much more and hope you do too , love you so much 🤍

Thanks for reading<33

#😋 hope you enjoy reading this #lessons learned #manifestation #spirituality #self help

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judebelle · 6 months

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Gavi breaking up with the reader bc he needs space and stuff and she takes it really hard and it affects her a lot but he realizes he was wrong for it and gets her back. Just a lot of angst but fluff ending plssss. You are the bestttt

rekindled - p.g. x reader

authors note : thank you guys for the love on my recent posts, and for sending in requests. psa, the more requests i get, the more motivated i am and the more i post!

cw : just heart wrenching angst for the most part, but it gets fluffy dwww!!, swearing, sad :(

wc : 2.3k

pairing : pablo gavi x fem!reader

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“i just don’t have the time for you anymore!”

his words truly devastated you, tearing apart the delicate threads of your heart. couldn’t he at least try? why was he just giving up?

“i don’t understand why we can’t just try to work it out, pablo! we could compromise, we can even make a schedule.. we could make it work!”

it seemed like only you were really trying, and he seemed eager to end this relationship. over what? a busy schedule? you felt useless, standing in his empty home, the echoes of your voices ringing in your ears. it was as if you were singlehandedly trying to stop a sinking ship from descending deep into the dark and bottomless blue.

“it’s not that easy, y/n! i have a lot on my plate! between football practices and matches, i barely have time for myself anymore. and then adding on this relationship, i need to make time for you as well! its too much. i know you wouldn't understand but-"

"i wouldn't understand? what is that supposed to mean? there are two people in this relationship. and it's not like i sit around all day and do nothing! i also have my own things to do! you make it seem like i am so high maintenance, like i'm too much for you to handle!"

you were growing increasingly angry as the argument progressed. how little did he think of you?

"you know that's not what i meant.."

you sniffled, "i dont think i know you at all anymore."

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it had been a week since the break up.

you tried not to let it affect you too much, but his absence left a crater in your heart you were left too weak to fill.

the breakup casted a shadow over the once vibrant hues of your life. you found yourself dealing with the aftermath of shattered love. you were picking up the shattered pieces of your heart, the sharp glass cutting through the skin of your hands. you felt the pain during tearful nights when sleep also abandoned you, and in the empty spaces that once resonated with shared laughter.

the breakup left an indelible mark on you.

you didn't call anybody. you just sat at home. it was like pablo's words became your new reality, now you were truly sitting around all day and doing nothing.

you hadn't heard from him at all, thanking the universe knowing that if you did, it would be too much on your aching heart.

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one month had passed.

you were finally feeling like yourself again. yes, you missed his warm embrace and touching words, but you learned to live without it.

you couldn't depend on someone to be the sole reason for your happiness. you still loved him, and you always will, but fuck did he cut deep.

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pablo's pov

pablo found himself grappling with an unexpected wave of regret.

the relentless demands of his busy life had driven a wedge between the two of you, leaving him to confront the harsh reality of what he had lost.

pablo now spent the time he would've spent with you alone, in his home. he didn't hang out with friends. he didn't go out for dinner, just ordered food to his house. he felt lonely and bored without you.

how ironic.

the void left by your absence became easily recognizable to everyone around him, and he began to yearn for the warmth of your shared moments.

but pablo kept the painful truth of your breakup to himself, unable to utter the words aloud to anyone.

"hey bro, what's on your mind?"

he felt an arm drape across his shoulders, startling him from his thoughts.

pablo was at barcelona's training grounds, and didn't realize his slumped posture and absentminded features were noticeable to anyone but him.

pedro was walking next to him, his arm slung around the back of his neck.

"hola?? what's up with you?" pedro was insisting on finding out why his close friend was acting so strange.

"sorry, just tired.. didn't get much sleep last night." in all honesty, he hadn't. he spent most of his night lying awake, thinking of how badly he had messed up. his screen time was through the roof, scrolling through your feed and posts, reminiscing on what was once his, about the warm soul that would sleep next to him in this very bed.

"ai, don't lie now. you know i can see right through you. what's wrong, bro?" pedro wasn't giving up, pestering pablo on his silence.

pablo gulped and turned to his friend, "i.. i messed up bad bro, like really bad..".

he didn't elaborate further, unable to bring himself to come to terms with what he had done.

"uhh, that's cool and all, but it would be helpful if you explained, man. i can't help you if you dont tell m-"

"i broke up with y/n."

pablo shut his mouth after, the words leaving the bitter taste of regret in his mouth. he might've said that too loudly, causing some staff members and teammates to look his direction.

pedro didn't seem to believe it, raising his eyebrow at the boy.

"you what? wha... when?"

everyone who knew pablo knew that he was absolutely smitten with you. you were always on his mind, and he was quick to talk about you if he had the chance. it annoyed his friends sometimes, but it was cute how much he loved you.

the fact that he had broken up with you was appalling.

"around a month ago.." pablo confessed, his hands hidden behind his back like a guilty child. "i told her i was too busy to focus on our relationship, and i told her that i needed to focus on my career. it's honestly a load of bullshit. i think i was just stressed and took it out on her."

pedro's confusion was evident, his eyebrows drawn together.

"i don't understand, bro. your schedule was never an issue for you before. and why didn't you tell me? i could've, i don't know, been there for you!"

it was like pablo was being scolded, and he really did deserve it. he'd lost you because of his own stress and poor time management. you didn't deserve to suffer because of him.

"pablo, what were you thinking? i mean, i can't believe it! i would've never expected you to- okay, i'm sorry.." pedro stopped his lecturing upon seeing his friend growing increasingly upset. "my advice to you is to go apologize. and not just a quick 'sorry', but a good one. get her flowers, chocolate - i don't know, whatever chicks like. just go say sorry."

pablo looked up at his friend, hesitation on his features. "what if she doesn't take me back? w-what would i do then?" he stuttered. he was worried you would realize how big of an asshole he was, and how much he didn't deserve you.

"i mean, i wouldn't blame her," pedro smiled teasingly. "but i know y/n pretty well, she would understand." he laid a comforting hand on pablo's shoulder. "don't sweat it bro, it'll all be okay."

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your pov

you were currently sprawled across your couch, stuffing popcorn in your mouth as you binged a show you had already seen a million times.

the bell rang.

that hadn't happened in a while. the unfamiliar sound rang in your head before you pulled yourself up from your comfortable position, walking to the door. you yanked the door open, popcorn still in your mouth.

you looked up to see the man you thought you'd never see again.

"..hola.." he whispered before sending you a soft smile. you froze in your spot. not knowing what to do as you weren't expecting this at all.

it was like you'd turned cold from shock. you acted before you thought, slamming the door on his face. you scrambled to fixed your hair and finish chewing your popcorn.

giving yourself a moment to breathe and think, you quickly opened the door again, worried he might leave. surprisingly, he was still standing there, waiting for you.

"can i come in?"

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you let him in, of course. how could you not?

he walked in with a hunched back. his feet dragged against the floor wearily.

you told him to sit on the couch and wait as you grabbed two waters, one for him, and one for you.

the unexpected arrival of pablo, whom you thought had become a distant echo of the past, sent tremors through the newly rebuilt walls around your heart.

is there a possibility of rekindling what was once lost?

you finally dragged yourself out of the kitchen and back into the living room to where pablo was sitting with his legs shaking anxiously and his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. there were still popcorn crumbs on the couch, the halfway eaten bowl of it placed on the table across from the paused movie displayed on the tv.

oh, how you wish he warned you before showing up at your doorstep.

he turned his head to see you standing tensely in the doorframe. he smiled awkwardly as he scooted over to give you some space to sit far from him.

you sat down and placed the waters on the table in front of you. you took a deep breath before gulping hard. you eventually found the courage to croak out a few words.

"what happened, is everything alright?"

the air was thick, the unspoken history you shared lingering in the air. his eyes were red and cratered by bags. he tried to hide the lines on his face by putting on a decent outfit and gelling his hair back, but you saw right through his façade.

"i just.. wanted to apologize.."

your silence was his cue to continue speaking.

sitting in the soft glow of your living room, pablo took a deep breath before breaking the heavy silence.

"i need you to know how sorry i am for what i did, y/n. breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of my life, and i've spent every day regretting it. i miss you, not just the idea of you, but you - the way you laugh, the way you challenge me... i was foolish, and i can't keep living my life without you in it. i came here to make things right, to find a way for us to work through the challenges together. can we try again? can you forgive me?" His vulnerable pleas hung in the air while also knocking you down like heavy wind.

your gaze flickered with a mix of surprise as pablo's heartfelt words settled in the room. the weight of his apology hung between you, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch as you discerned the sincerity in his eyes.

you took a moment before responding, your voice a sorrowful blend of vulnerability and caution.

"pablo, you hurt me deeply when you walked away. i've spent nights replaying those moments, the day you left me, wondering if i meant as much to you as you say now...". The room held a fragile hope as your eyes locked.

in a desperate plea, pablo's words spilled forth with an intensity so raw it stung in the depths of your heart. his eyes reflected the sincerity of his emotions. "y/n, i can't imagine my life without you. every moment without you feels like a void i can't fill. i was foolish, and i let something so precious slip away." his voice wavered with a mix of regret and hope, showing the depth of his desire to rebuild what was lost.

"please, i'm begging you, give me another chance. i know i hurt you, and i'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. i've learned from my mistakes, and i'm not the same person who walked away. i love you, and i'm ready to fight for us. please, take me back."

you listened to pablo's heartfelt pleas carefully. after a thoughtful pause, you spoke with a calm and resolute tone,

"pablo, i appreciate your honesty and the effort you're putting into this. it's not easy to admit mistakes, and i can see the sincerity in your eyes. but i need some space to process everything. let's take things one step at a time."

pablo quietly absorbed your response. he nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of his actions. "i understand, y/n," he said with a quiet sincerity,

"i know i hurt you, and i can't expect you to erase that pain overnight. i'm here, whenever you're ready." his words left a subtle sting on your heart. he raised up from the couch, before leaving with the same hunch of his back and drag of his steps that he entered with.

the sound of the door latching closed sent a stab through your heart. your eyes began to water as the painful image of him leaving stuck in your mind.

you were standing in the doorway, and felt a sudden surge of clarity and yearning. spontaneously, you threw the door open and rushed after him, the urgency to convey your changing feelings propelling you forward. "pablo!" you called out, running down the driveway, and as he turned in surprise, you closed the distance between you. without a word, you reached out, cupped his face in your hands, and pressed your lips to his. his hands wrapped around your waist as he dipped you forward slightly, embracing your warmth and forgiveness. your brows furrowed into the kiss as you felt the craters in your heart fill slowly.

the kiss was heavy, holding many unspoken emotions—forgiveness, longing, and the realization that sometimes, the heart finds its way back when the connection is too strong to resist.

in that moment, under the dim streetlights, things changed between you two, and it seemed as though the process of reconciliation was beginning to unfold.

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Same Old, Same Old

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (so much angst, no happy ending really, alcohol consumption/abuse, talks of killing/death, arguments/breakups)

wc: 1k

a/n: this whole album by the civil wars is joel core but this song specifically made me yearn for angsty joel. hope you’re just as sad as i am!! 🫶🏼

joel masterlist

'Cause do I love you // Oh, I do // And I'm going to 'til I'm gone // But if you think that I can stay in this // Same old, same old // Well, I don't

It was cold this morning, the body laying beside you in your dusty, threadbare sheets doing little to add any warmth.

Joel had retreated internally again, something during one of his trips outside the confines of Jackson apparently striking a tender nerve that he refused to let you attempt to soothe.

You knew who he was when you met him in the town bar, his dark eyes hiding an even darker soul behind them, but you didn’t care, you liked him not in spite of his past, but because of it. He was not a man you worried you’d lose to the monsters, both infected and not—he’d fought plenty to get this far and you knew he’d fight again if he had to. You liked the way he only spoke when he had something of value to say, never being one for small talk yourself. And when Joel smiled—not that it was a common occurrence, at least not lately—it almost felt as though he was taking you back in time, to somewhere safer, somewhere more fit for something as luxurious as the love you felt for him since the first time he spoke to you.

Now, after a year of sharing his bed and trying to crack the code to his head, you struggled more and more to find a reason to stay here in this cold house that he never decorated, it’s dark walls closing in on you day after day.

Perhaps it was the past that you stayed for.

Joel hadn’t always been this cold and distant. In the early days, he was shy and hesitant to make a friend, but he carried a new-found hope inside that allowed you to get your foot in the door. Maybe it was the newness of Jackson, or the little girl he’d adopted as his own that gave him the courage to pursue something with you, taking initiative to find you out around town, always under the guise of lending a helping hand. You welcomed him with open arms, having waited a lifetime to find a man like him—strong and protective and soft when you needed him to be, but only for you.

The two of you were attached at the hip for a long time, always pawing at each other and sneaking off to whatever private room you could find. Tommy liked to joke that it must be you doing all the work because he doubted Joel could manage anything at 56, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. Joel was a capable man in every aspect of the word, putting every other man you’d ever had to shame with the simple touch of his hand.

Joel used to be present, he used to laugh and kiss and talk to you. But these days, the only person he spoke to was his brother and Ellie, and even they’d come to you with worries over his sudden change in attitude.

You believe it all started when he began going out on patrol as a request from Maria—a request you tried not to hate her for making. The changes didn’t happen overnight, either. Slowly, he started to pull away, choosing to stay out drinking with Tommy after a long shift rather than coming home for the dinner you and Ellie prepared together. Then, he started not to come home at all, instead choosing to crash on Tommy’s couch while you sat up all night in your lonely bed worrying if he found someone else, someone with the shine of newness that he could find comfort in.

Sitting up, you ran your palms over your exhausted and sleep-deprived face before turning to look at his back, watching him as he snored, unbothered and at peace. You began to resent him for not caring, for not being torn to shreds but the wedge he forced between the two of you. After all, there was only one explanation for his peace in all of this turbulence—he simply must not care about this relationship the way you did.

Thinking yourself sick, you climbed out of bed and made no effort to quiet your movements as you got ready for a shift at the garden, allowing your boots to clunk against the hard wood, the door to slam as you walked in and out of the bathroom, the pans to clank as you prepared yourself breakfast. If you weren’t going to be well rested because of this, neither was he.

It seemed to work, Joel’s heavy footsteps descending the staircase to find you eating alone at the kitchen table, no food or coffee left over for him.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” you asked, feigning ignorance. Joel narrowed his sleep-crusted eyes on you before shaking his head and rubbing a palm over his face.

“You startin’ this early?” he replied, walking over to brew a fresh pot of coffee and put some bread in the toaster. “Ever think it’d be nice for us to have a mornin’ without you pickin’ a fight?”

“No,” you replied, letting your fork clank against your plate as you immediately lost your appetite. “Fighting is the only time you fucking speak to me anymore, so I’m going to continue to pick these little fucking fights, Joel.”

“Jesus,” he sighed, turning back around to face you, his frame leaning against the counter behind him. “I’ve just been…stressed. No need to get your feelin’s hurt over it. It’s got nothin’ to do with us.”

“Doesn’t it?” you shouted. “I’m supposed to be your person, Joel. I’m supposed to be here for you—I’m trying to be here for you. But you’d rather drink yourself unconscious than speak to me.”

“And what am I supposed to say?” he shouted back, his voice booming off the walls in a way that yours never could. “I kill people. Every day. How am I supposed to come to you with that? How am I supposed to lay that down in your lap and ask you to untangle the goddamn knots in my mind?”

“I want to help!” you cried, your anger now turning to tears. “I want to share the burden! I don’t have half the weight holding me down that you do. Let me take some of your hurt and carry it with me…please.”

“I’m not gonna do that to you,” he shook his head, voice quieter but no less harsh. You stared at him blankly, the only solution running through your mind being leaving him, and you weren’t sure you could manage that. “I told you when we met I didn’t want a wife. I didn’t—you’re not my—“ He huffed a sigh at his inability to put his feelings into words. “You don’t need to worry about me like this.”

“I know I’m not your fucking wife, Joel.” You stood up and walked over to the sink, carelessly dropping the plate inside before turning back to face him. “And you know what? You’re right. I don’t need to worry like this over a man that won’t even claim me. So I’m done with this same old, same old bullshit.”

“What do you mean you’re done—“

“I mean I’m fucking leaving!” you shouted. “I mean you’ve gotten what you want. I won’t sit around here and wait for you, I won’t watch you drink yourself to death, I won’t lay in a cold fucking bed when I can find someone who wants to hold me at night.”

You saw how the thought of you with someone else struck him in the chest.

“I’m going. I’m going back to my own house, because as lonely and cold as it is there, it’s a million times warmer than the bed we’ve been sharing.” Joel swallowed thickly and forced his expression into indifference. “Ellie knows where to find me if she needs me.”

Joel called your name as you walked out of the house without another word, figuring you’d come back once he left for patrol to pack what few things you kept at his place. You had to fight yourself to not turn around as he continued to call out your name until the front door closed and drowned it out.

Maybe in time he’d realize his mistake and come back for you, for the love you were offering and still deeply yearn to keep offering, and maybe then you’d have the man you fell in love with back. Or, maybe this story didn’t have a happy ending. Maybe you’d move on, find someone new, avoiding his eyes as you walked through town hand in hand with someone you could only love halfway. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice you’d even walked past him.

Time could only tell.

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Something something, Bruce accidentally keeps adopting his friends' wards. It doesn't sit well with his kids.

Diana's been training Yara for a little over a year. She's scrappy, brave, and unafraid to stand up for herself against the world. She reminds Bruce of a dearly beloved Ghost, and even dearer son.

" Oh wow. You're, uh. You're Batman. Love your work. I mean, Princess Di says you should take it easier since mortals don't fight gods, but it's so cool to me that you do. My mom died too! ...Sorry. Can you sign my pegasus?"

"...For?"

" Jerry. I mean, -- Yara! Sorry."

" Meeting new people isn't exactly my forte. It's fine. Is my training plan working for you? We can adjust it together."

"Oh! Well, I have some cool ideas,-"

For some, emotion gets lost when it comes to Batman. They see a wall of stone and tragedy, nothing beyond a twitch of lips reminding them there's a man wearing the cowl, not the other way around.

Dick's mouth is hanging open as he watches the blank expression on Bruce's face, patient with the excitable rambling in front of him. He rarely looks so happy on patrol.

"He smiled at her!"

Damian is very stubborn. He just won't accept it. Not even with the evidence of Diana's student taking a stream of selfies with his Baba, where he even smiles in one of them!

" Don't be ridiculous, Grayson. That's reaching a new low of stupid, even for you."

" Okay, one. I'm a very capable detective who thought YOU the robin ways. If I'm an idiot, you're an idiot."

" ...TT."

" Second... It wouldn't hurt to be home more often. I think he's lonely."

Damian frowns, " Baba deserves better than pity scraps. And you deserve better than forcing yourself to be here when you're not ready. It's unfair to you both."

"...Maybe I'm not an idiot after all."

The real challenge? The superboys.

"It's not that serious, Dames."

" Not that serious?!" Damian hisses when he's sad, it's a well known fact, " He put MY stickers on your bandages. You don't even NEED bandages!"

Jon shrugs, maybe, perhaps, intentionally flaunting the pink dragon stickers on his wrist. Accepting to arm wrestle Cass had been a bad idea, " It's a nice gesture."

Damian points a finger at him, then calms himself with a hollow breath, " I'm going to walk away. My therapist would be extremely proud of me."

But the bets were off when Jason visited.

"...What's your boy toy doing in my room?"

Tim drags a hand over his face as Kon whistles a marry tune, lounged comfortably on Jason's bed like a spoiled cat, " Dad Invited him over for dinner."

" I just figured it'd be nice to settle in! Since I'll be moving in soon and all," Kon smiles very smugly, " Bruce needs someone around since you just hate being here so much. You don't mind, right?"

" You know," Tim figures he should at least try to stop the slaughter, " I think Alfred's cookies are done. Let's go check."

Jason's radiating murder, " I think it's time for you to go home."

" Oh, I'd really love to see you make me."

Tim discovers Kon is immune to bullets, but not to being crashed through a wall.

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ok but meeting remus lupin during the end of nov and admitting how melancholy this time of year makes u feel and that's it ur invited to all the marauders events over the holidays and spend new years together

my first attempt at remus! this really ran away from me, but i hope you like it! i am still finding my footing with him but this was great fun. | fem!reader, strangers to friends to lovers, nye kiss, 3.3k

You meet Remus at a local book club, of all places.

A flyer on the bookshop notice board tells you the group meets every other week -- a bit frequently, in your opinion, but you've got the time to read so you figure you'll give it ago. Moving to a new place means you haven't got many, or any, really, friends, and you could do with getting out of the house more. The days are getting shorter and you find yourself a bit more lonely with each passing day.

The group, when you go for the first time, consists of eight elderly women (though, they are sure to inform you, sometimes numbers swell to as many as 15), you, and Remus. They ask for your name and your age, which they all titter at.

"I, uh," you say, crossing your legs and shifting in your folding chair. "I'm really happy to be here," you say. "Thank you for letting me join." That seems to soften them, and they all are a bit more smiley as they introduce themselves.

It is clear right away that they adore Remus. It's not surprising -- he's handsome in a tired way, a ragged way. His face is a mash-up of sharp edges and tight scars that slash across his nose, but his eyes are soft and warm. You want to inspect every inch of him, so naturally you look away.

It takes three meetings for you to say much. After four, you see Remus at the grocery store twice in one week. You wonder if he lives around here. By the fifth meeting, you're fairly sure you've got your footing. You chime in more often than not, and they're going to let you pick a book next month. It's the last meeting before you all break for the holidays and you are quite sad to not have these to look forward to for the next few weeks. But you push it down and instead focus on your impassioned defense of the unlikable narrator in this week's novel.

"It's the edge that makes the story so compelling," you say. "We get to judge her because we recognize her, but we don't know why until too late. It's because she's normal, and we're meant to see ourselves in her." You've gone on for too long, and after you finish, you don't know where to look. Remus is smiling at you, as he always does.

"Brilliant," says Florence, the bookstore owner and facilitator "What a way to end! I can't wait to see what you come up with in the new year, dear." She hands out the plates of cookies that she made for everyone and the ladies begin to go their separate ways. You're juggling your book, bag, and the plate while you try to shove an arm through your coat. A hand appears in your vision to grab the items in your grip.

"You alright?" It's Remus. He smells like chocolate and something earthier. You've spoken a few times, but not much apart from a hello here and there. He complimented your sweater last meeting and the words burned in your brain for days. You nod, quickly sliding into your coat before taking your things back. His fingers are warm where they brush yours.

"Thanks," you say. The bookshop is almost empty.

"I agree with you, by the way," he says. You've noticed that when Remus talks to you, even if he's responding to something you've said in the group, he looks at you the whole time. His attention does not waver. It's both warming and unnerving. "What you were saying about the narrator. I hadn't been able to put it into words like that, but I think you were spot on."

You start for the door and he follows. "I just think it's easy to fall into the trap of putting every character on one side of morality or the other," you say.

"Exactly!" He nods emphatically. "With a writer of this caliber the text encourages you to read about her with nuance and to consider that she's not just one thing." He holds the door for you and you both spill out into the chilly night air. The town has wrapped every lamppost and tree in lights that cast everything in a warm glow.

"Listen," Remus says. He looks especially lovely out here. You hug your plate of cookies close to your chest before you reach out to push away the lock of hair that's fallen across his forehead. "I know this is probably not going to come out well, so feel free to tell me to shove it."

You blink at him. What?

"I've seen you at the supermarket around the corner a few times," he continues. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he's being shy. "And I figure you live around here?" You nod. You've no reason to believe he's anything but a nice guy, but you know nothing about him. Even if you have also noticed him at the same store.

"Well," he keeps going. His smile is tight, the creases at the corner of his eyes deep in a way that screams nerves. "I was wondering, if you don't have plans that is, if you wanted to come to the pub with me? I'm meeting a few of my mates and I--." He runs a hand through his hair, fixing the piece you can't stop looking at. "Well, we don't get to talk much during club and I'd uh, like to get to know you?"

"Are you asking me to be friends?" you blurt out. Probably not the best thing to lead with, but he's really so handsome and he seems nice and you haven't got much to look forward to in your empty apartment and this is just a little bit overwhelming. His shoulders creep back down away from his ears and he grins.

"Yeah," he says. "I am."

"Okay," you say. "Lead the way." Remus doesn't strike you as someone who wears his emotions plainly, but his grin softens into something lighter and you think that you want to figure out how to read him.

You fall into step beside him. "It's not far," he says. "I do want to apologize in advance for my friends, though," he says.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, they're great. Don't get me wrong. I love them to pieces." He sighs. "But they're also a bloody pain."

You laugh loudly and suddenly. It feels nice. "Well, that's a ringing endorsement. It's alright though, I could use some friends."

Remus looks over at you and tugs on your elbow just once to tell you to turn with him. "You just moved here, yeah?"

"Well, a few months ago now, but I haven't had much luck with people." Between working and trying to keep your head above water, you haven't figure out how to add socializing into that yet. "And I don't really like...all this." You wave your hands in the air, gesturing at the lights and ribbons adorning the street.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," you say. "It all makes me feel a bit sad." You start to feel embarrassed. "Oh Remus, I'm sorry. We've barely spoken and I'm being all melancholy." He knocks his shoulder with yours and you look over at him to see he's still got a small smile on his face.

"Darling," he says. "I am as melancholy as they come. You're speaking my language."

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The pub is crowded and noisy and you like it immediately. Remus takes your hand and leads you through the throng to a back corner where two guys are taking up an entire round booth with what seems to be an arm wrestling match.

"Surrender, Potter," one of them says. He's got a knot of dark hair tied into a bun and tiny hoops in each ear and one nostril.

"Fuck off," growls the other. You can tell right away that he's tall, maybe as tall as Remus. He's got messy hair and round spectacles. He is not winning the match.

"Idiots," Remus mutters. He lets go of your hand and places his palm on your lower back. "Hey, knock it off!" This distracts the boy with glasses, allowing the other one to slam his arm down on the table.

"Shove it," he cries. Remus rubs the bridge of his nose. You don't think they've noticed you yet.

"Where are the girls?" he asks. More friends? you think.

"They're coming," says the boy who lost. Potter, you think. His eyebrows climb up his forehead once he notices you standing next to Remus.

"Marlene called and said they had to stop at home first," adds the other one. His eyes find you and his gaze is sharp. "And who is this?" he says, eyeing you.

"Uh," you say. Remus's hand presses a little harder into your back. "Remus and I do book club together?" You put the plate of cookies down on the table like a peace offering.

"Merlin's beard," glasses boy whistles. "She's real."

The one with piecing looks delighted. "James, you owe me a fiver." He holds out his hand.

"Fuck off, Sirius," says...James. "Wait are those cookies?"

"As you can see," Remus sighs, "these gits are James and Sirius. Are you two about finished?" You look at him and his cheeks are a little pink but he's doing his best to look bored. James and Sirius break into roars of laughter as they scoot to make room for you both. Remus ushers you into the booth. "I'm going to get drinks," he says. "What would you like?"

"Whatever you're having," you tell him. You tug off your coat and don't know what to do with your hands.

"I want a stout, Remus," James says.

Remus doesn't even look at him. "I wasn't asking you, dear." He winks at you and turns on his heel, heading for the bar. You feel a bit strange to be left with two guys you just met, but this is how you make friends, right?

"So what's this about me not being real?" you ask. Sirius raps a tattooed knuckle on the table before reaching for a sugar cookie.

"Well," he drawls. "Lupin told us about his book club when he started going earlier this year but we don't hear much else about it. And then a little while ago, he comes to drinks and he says there's a new girl."

James says your name in a poor imitation of Remus's accent. You twist your fingers in your lap. "And he says a few things about this new girl," Sirius continues, until James elbows him.

"Keep your limbs to yourself, Potter," he grumbles.

James leans in, elbows on the table. "Remus hasn't made a new friend since like, grammar school. So naturally we thought he was having us on when he said you two were friendly."

"Oh," you say. He's been telling his friends that you're friendly? It makes your chest tight in a nice way, like you're being hugged. "Well, thank you for letting me crash your pub night," you say.

"Are you kidding?" Sirius deadpans. "We've been begging him to invite you for weeks." Remus returns before you can reply with two pale-looking pints. He sets them down and slides in next to you, close enough that it's clear you know him the most, even if that's barely true, but far enough that you're not touching except for your knees knocking under the table. He stretches an arm across the top of the booth behind you. You hope you're not staring.

"So how were the books this time?" James asks. His eyes say mischief but he seems to be willing to let you off the hook for now. You and Remus recount the drama from today's meeting. The boys ask you basic questions like what you do for work and how you like the city and what club you support, but none of it feels stale or disingenuous. In fact, it really feels like they want to get to know you.

"Well, surely you've been to the skating rink in the park." Sirius is interrogating you on what neighborhoods you've visited. You shake your head and he gasps like you've slapped him. "What about the market?"

"I don't really do the holidays very well," you say, a bit softly. He raps his knuckles on the table again and Remus presses his thigh into yours on purpose. "I just haven't got my footing yet. I haven't been here that long and I don't have a guide."

"Well that won't do," James says.

"You do now," Remus says. You turn to him and find that he's closer than you realized. His eyes bore into yours and he looks rather serious. "Have a guide, I mean. You'll just do everything with us." You blink. Is it really this easy? Making friends? A handsome boy wants to facilitate your holiday season and you don't really know what to say.

"Brilliant idea, Lupin," Sirius says happily. "I always say you're the smartest of us."

Remus kicks him. "Okay," you say. "That sounds nice."

"I'm sure Remus has your phone number," James says cheekily. "He'll sort it." Remus does not, in fact, have your phone number, but you remedy that by passing him your mobile. He taps away at it with one hand, the other still hovering just over your shoulders.

"Where the bloody fuck are the girls?" Sirius grumbles. It seems he can change moods from one moment to the next faster than anyone you've met before. "Marlene has my nice suede jacket from last week."

"And we need Lily here so James stops looking so put out," Remus says, not looking up from your phone. "Lily is his girlfriend," he adds for your benefit. "Are we not good enough for you, Jamie?"

James ignores him.

"More friends?" you say quietly. Remus nods.

"You'll like them. And they'll adore you." You've been friends with him for all of one night, but his tone is sincere. The pub lighting makes his scars softer and you fight against leaning into him as he talks.

"How do you know?"

His mouth curls up at one end in a smile that makes you shiver a little. "I just do."

It wouldn't do to develop a crush on your first real friend in town, so you try your best not to over the next few weeks. You fail miserably. How could you not like Remus? He carts you around the city with his friends -- your friends too, he insists -- going ice skating and drinking mulled cider and market shopping and every time you are struck by how lovely he is. He holds your hand a lot and sends you photos he manages to take of you without you noticing. You meet the rest of the group -- Lily and Marlene and Dorcus -- and you love them, too. You see lights all over the city and laugh a lot and smile so much your cheeks ache. His friends tease you and you end up in multiple group chats and things start to feel good. Even when you go back to your apartment alone, you feel warm. You are just excited for whatever you're going to do next.

And then it's New Year's Eve.

The pub you've become a regular at is having a party and Lily was timely enough to book your regular table for the whole crew. You're running a little late because you could not decide what to wear, but you make it, shoving yourself through the crowd to the back booth.

Someone -- you're not sure who -- spots you and screams your name. You recognize a lot of the people here, but it's not until James enters your field of vision that you relax.

"There she is!" he cries, looking over his shoulder. "Remus, she's here!" Remus emerges from the crowd and scoops you up, pressing his lips to your cheek in a quick hello as he grabs your coat and pulls you in for a hug. He's warm and smells like beer and something spicy.

"You look lovely," he says. He's had at least one drink judging by the color of his cheeks and his general handsy-ness.

"So do you," you say. He wrinkles his nose at you.

"Go sit in my seat and I'll get you a drink. The usual?" You nod. He gently pushes you towards the table and disappears into the crowd. You slide into a space Remus has clearly vacated next to Sirius. He's got some sparkles on his lower lids and an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth as he shuffles a deck of cards. Everyone at the table is flushed and ready.

"Hey, you," he says. "You in?" You've no idea what they're playing.

"Next round, Sirius." He shrugs and you watch something that looks like Hearts happen in front of you.

Remus returns before the round wraps up and you stand to give him his seat. He looks at it and then at you and then back at the bench before he slides in, setting your pints on the table before wrapping his long, slender fingers around your wrist and tugging just enough so that you stumble towards him and end up in his lap. Everyone at the table is fighting smiles and Sirius wraps up the round and turns to you both. He puts the cigarette behind his ear and manages to look extremely bored with your antics.

"Now are you playing?" You nod, breathless. Remus's arm wraps around your back, hand settling on your hip so that you won't fall off of him.

A hand moves your hair off of your shoulder and you feel lips on your earlobe. "What are we playing?" You turn and all of a sudden Remus's face is incredibly close to yours. He does not move away.

"No idea," you say, forgetting that you do know what you're playing. Your brain is a little fuzzy right now. Which is probably why you lose horribly, Remus laughing underneath you as you desperately try to shove aside thoughts of kissing him so you can focus for just one second.

And then it's almost midnight. The energy in the pub changes to something a bit more exuberant and someone passes out champagne in classes of all kinds. You end up holding a whiskey tumblr of fizz and the booth around you empties as everyone gets to their feet, ready to chant in the new year. Remus maneuvers you gently so that you're no longer totally in his lap, just next to him with your legs across it. His arm is a warm band around your shoulders to keep you close. The pub increases in volume as people start to sing.

"Have you got anyone to kiss at midnight?" he yells into your ear, lips brushing your skin again.

You pull back to look at him. He's flushed, but his eyes are clear. "I think so," you say. His eyes crinkle at the corners and he sets down his own glass and grabs your jaw. His thumb rubs over your lower lip.

"Lucky bloke," he says. The countdown chanting starts around you. You cup his jaw for the first time and run a gentle finger along one of the scars on his jaw. He shudders.

You can't wait a second more so you lean in, pressing your lips to his. He gasps just a little bit before responding, tongue tracing the seam of your mouth. His fingertips dig into your party dress and you kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and everyone is cheering and you think some of it might be for you two.

You have a feeling that this year isn't going to be so bad.

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Pick a card: your current energy

DISCLAIMER: readings are used as a guide, but the decisions you want to make for yourself are YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. this is for entertainment purposes only.

☞ choose a pile that draws your attention the most.

☞ you can choose more than one option, but I recommend that you stick with the first one you chose.

☞ readings don't have an expiration date.

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟏ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟐ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟑

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟏

there is a very relaxed energy and a very confident one as well!

you are in a moment of your life in which you need to make a decision, but you have to be very careful with what you choose because, despite the fact that you have fascinating options and that they guarantee that you can achieve wonderful things, many times this doesn't happen; people can fool you. you have to think twice before making a final decision.

some of you may be working a lot with many people lately and others may be just in constant contact with people. whatever the case may be, this contact can benefit both you and the others.

for some of you, you are letting things flow. for others, on the other hand, you may want to start doing so. I'm visualizing you enjoying your leisure time and I'm also visualizing that you are beginning to pay more attention to your inner voice. you are reflecting a lot and making an honest criticism of yourself. you want to start living your life a different way.

a lovely surprise will come into your life soon and it will make you very happy. as I said before, your intuition is trying to give you a message... it's up to you if you want to listen to it.

you are leaving or you want to leave behind many things that have been bothering you for a while now. this can also be interpreted as meaning that you want to go on a trip to a distant place or move abroad, more specifically to another continent.

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟐

there is a mix of nostalgia, emotion and sadness all together.

I feel like you started to be more generous, calm and understanding, but something happened in between that, from one day to another, you started to feel sad.

for some of you, you may have experienced a not so pleasant situation and had to ask for help from a professional (idk why, but a psychologist comes to mind) or a friend/acquaintance/relative.

nostalgia here is key in this reading. you may have seen someone again that you haven't seen in a while or you just started a hobby you used to do as a kid… but, like I said, this, in some way or another, made you feel sad… I feel like this has something to do with some truma or unresolved situation.

as a result of this, you may have considered that you lost your opportunity with that person/hobby, despite the fact that the potential was always there… however, nothing is lost. it's never too late to resume a friendship/relationship or make that hobby your current job.

if in your case it is someone in particular who hasn't seen each other for a long time and got back together… I feel that this person was your friend, but then you realized that this person has changed and he/she let you down somehow.

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟑

you're not having a good time lately. you're feeling lonely, isolated and lost. you don't know how to continue with your life and which way to go. you're in a difficult situation where you are taking everything in an extremist way and you cannot make a balance.

for some of you, I feel that all this arises from a disappointment regarding your friendships and for others regarding your future with your studies/work. for the second option, if you go to university, I feel like you left a career and want to start a new one. I feel like you're not getting much support from your parents and that makes you very upset. I think they are comparing you a lot with someone in particular and you don't like that at all.

even though you feel like you're stuck, everything has a solution. it's your future after all and you can do whatever you want with your life. you have to learn to have more self-confidence and pursue your dreams.

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remember the nights | chapter one — new beginnings

WORD COUNT — 2,403

WARNINGS — none

NOTES — i'm legit sobbing i can't believe this series is already 2 years old

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This morning was the last one you’d spend in your childhood home. After 17 years of memories, you were saying goodbye to the place you were overjoyed to call home. It wasn’t bad — that was something you were sure of — but it was upsetting. This place is where you came home after being born, where you spent birthdays and holidays and had almost all of your firsts in. You learned to walk here, to talk, to read. It was here that you decided you wanted to be a ballerina, only to decide you wanted to be a teacher just a week later. It’s where your mom lived, where you lived. And now, for a very good reason, you were giving it up.

Your father was trading away his two-bedroom, floor to ceiling windowed, eleventh floor condo for a lovely blue suburban just a few hours away. No more big city, no more 10 hour shifts at the office. Finally, your dad was getting married.

His fiance, Maggie, was the most wonderful woman you’d ever met, and damn near perfect for him. Her sons, who look nearly identical to her, were the most well-mannered teenage boys you’d met. Thomas, her eldest, was the same age as you — give or take a few months — and one of your closest friends.

Chuck was her youngest, and was turning 13 early next year. He was shy, but once he had warmed up to you, he became the funniest kid you’d ever talked to. He shared all of his interests with you, even if you didn’t know what he was talking about half of the time.

Over the past three years, you’d had plenty of time to get used to Maggie and her sons, seeing as they’d spent every other weekend here in the city for the past year or so, so it wasn’t as though you were completely uprooting your life. You’d already seen them as family, and have for a while. Every time they came to town, you and Thomas would make the most of things, wandering the city for things to do or look at or buy until well after sundown, while Chuck normally spent his time with Maggie and your dad.

You had no reason to be sad, and you weren’t. It was just nostalgia, rooted deep within your chest, of the few vital memories you had left of your mother that had all taken place in this condo.

“I know this is hard for you, honey,” your father said as you carried your last box of items through the living room.

“I’ll be okay dad, don’t worry.” You assured him with a childlike smile. “This is a good thing for us, you know? And I’ll have Thomas and Teresa to help me out, so I won’t be completely lonely and friendless.”

Your father nodded, his lips pressed together tightly as he rested a hand on your shoulder. Whether he was comforting you or trying to comfort himself, you didn’t know. Still, he took the box from your arms and walked out the front door, leaving you to take one last look around the place that had once been your home before walking out yourself, closing the door and leaving that part of your life behind.

Though the drive took nearly three hours, it felt like half an hour. Most of your time in the passenger seat of your father’s sleek black Camaro was spent messaging your best friends about how much you already missed them, and replying to other school friends to thank them for their well-wishes and promises to meet up soon, even though you knew it would never follow through.

Traffic-jammed highways quickly turned into two-lane blacktop, surrounded by farmland and forest, which then faded into cookie-cutter homes and family-owned stores. It would be quite an adjustment compared to bodegas, high rises and packed streets, but you knew you had no choice.

You’d been in this town quite a few times before, and the route to your new home was quite familiar, seeing as some weekends it would be you and your father making the trip instead of Maggie and her family. A left turn on the main road, right after the only cafe in town, then a right turn, then another left.

Maggie’s house was tucked into the right corner of the cul-de-sac, and it still looked as charmingly beautiful as ever. With dark, gray-blue siding, a lovely white painted front porch capped with a shingled awning, and deep red brick supporting the foundation, it was like it was built straight out of a fairytale. The garage extension jutted out of the house, and its wall marked one end of the porch, while the other was supported by a bay window that looked into the kitchen. To the very left, a white-painted fence and gate led into the backyard that, while you couldn’t tell from the front, was fairly large, and decorated entirely by a beautiful garden, wicker furniture, and a light gray brick fire pit.

The second the car was in park, you were hopping out of the vehicle, ready to pull your bags from the trunk and bring them to your new room. It had been the office/storage room for Thomas and Chuck, but Maggie cleared it out as soon as they told you that they were engaged. There was a room downstairs near Chuck’s that wasn’t being used, but it was isolated and therefore would be your father and Maggie’s shared office so that he can work entirely from home.

In her last FaceTime a few days ago, Maggie showed you the room, already filled with the furniture you’d sent from New York weeks prior. One window inside faced the front of the house, and the other faced the side yard and part of the neighbors backyard.

You pulled your duffle bag from the trunk just as the moving van that had been following you from the city parked on the street. Thomas and Maggie had stepped outside to help bring boxes in, and you greeted them both with short hugs and a wide smile before asking where Chuck was.

“He’s inside,” Thomas rolled his eyes. “Been hiding in his room all day.”

There wasn’t much heavy lifting to be done, since your bed, desk, dresser, and nightstand table had already been moved in, and the boxes contained mostly clothes, personal items, and whatever technology your dad needed to be brought with him. The rest was sold or given away, considering Maggie had a house full of stuff on her own.

By mid-afternoon, boxes covered the floor and most other surfaces in your room, and you were elbow deep in a box of hangers and whatever clothing wouldn’t fit into your bags when Thomas poked his head in the door.

“Having fun?” You could hear his mischievous smile in his words as he stepped inside.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know. Does untangling a mess of hangers and tank tops sound like fun to you?”

“Nope,” Thomas winced, crossing the room and dropping onto your bare mattress. “Glad you’re here, though.”

“Me too,” you said, “I think.”

Thomas lifted his head to look at you. “You think?”

“Well, I only know you and Teresa, and I’ve never had to deal with living someplace where everything closes at 7pm.”

“Everything does not close at 7pm,” he scoffed. “The diner doesn’t close until 10pm, and the convenience store closes at 8.”

“Oh, wow, a whole extra hour for the convenience store,” you mocked the boy, who scoffed once more at you. “My point is, I have a lot to get used to, and it’s not exactly like I can say I don’t like it here and everything goes back to the way it was.”

Thomas sat up. “You’ll be fine, I swear. You’ve got me and Teresa, plus you’ll be meeting our friends in a few days.”

You only nodded, working through the mess of clothes and hangers as Thomas fell silent for a few moments, typing on his phone for a bit.

“Do you wanna do something with me and Teresa?” He asked as you began putting the hangers into your closet.

You immediately perked up at the mention of Teresa. “Of course I would. I haven’t seen her in months,” you said, “Why? What does she want to do?”

“We’ll probably take you to the cafe, or go to hers for a movie night,” Thomas said. “There’s not much to do around here.”

“That’s fine,” you shrugged, “I’ll be fine with whatever, you know that.”

Thomas made a quick noise of acknowledgement and returned to typing on his phone, before getting up and walking past you toward the door. “Alright, well she’s down. I’ll come get you in like a few hours, maybe.”

“Oh-” you started, looking at Thomas as he left the room. “Okay, then,”

You continued to untangle and pack away your clothes, mind wandering to almost any thought that crossed your mind. Shortly after Thomas’ departure, though, a knock sounded at your bedroom door before opening. In the doorway stood Chuck, silently observing the room now that you had begun to move into it.

“Chuckie!” It was his least favorite nickname by far, especially when Thomas used it on him, but you couldn’t help yourself. To you, he’d always be 9 years old, hiding behind his mother’s leg in your condo’s living room.

You stopped what you were doing as he stepped into the room, meeting you by the bed to greet you with a wordless hug. He ended up helping you out with the hangers, talking adamantly with you about how his friends were spending the night next weekend to watch Star Wars with him, and how now he and your dad could do more stuff together since he wouldn’t have to wait for the weekends to see him anymore.

After the box full of hangers was organized and put away, Chuck left and took the broken down box with him. You opened the one you’d put all of your knick knacks and other items in, beginning to organize them around the room when you pulled out your favorite mug, wrapped delicately in layers of bubble wrap and newspaper.

You decided to take it down to the kitchen immediately, peeling the layers from it as you headed back downstairs. It was a gift from your grandmother, a white mug with a black handle, a silhouette of a ballerina painted onto one side. She gave it to you when you were nine, a tribute to your mother, who used to be a ballerina herself.

You found a space for it on the bottom shelf of the cupboard of mugs, smiling gently at it. Somehow, this was what cemented the fact that you were in a new home. That you’d gone through a positive change for once. For the most part, the life you used to live was long gone, and you had much more to look forward to, despite how terrified you were.

The next couple of hours included you dressing your bed in its sheets and pillows and blankets, plus rearranging and re-organizing things in your room. It was a little small, sure, but you didn’t mind, as everything fit perfectly. Now, all you were doing was waiting for Thomas to get you to bring you to Teresa’s house.

When he finally did, the sun was beginning to set and Maggie was helping your dad organize his DVDs in the entertainment center under the TV. They muttered quick goodbyes as you headed out the door, hopping into Thomas’ old truck and heading to Teresa’s house.

You arrived at the familiar white-siding home in no time, and you already had Teresa in your line of sight before you had closed the door to the truck. You both ran for one another, crashing into one another in an excited, bone-crushing hug in the walkway to her front porch.

“Jeez, why don’t you greet me like that, babe?” Thomas said, casually walking up the pathway.

Teresa pulled back a bit, glaring over your shoulder. “Because I see you every day, Thomas. I haven’t seen N/n since June.”

“That shouldn’t matter,” Thomas muttered under his breath, obviously defeated as a pout formed on his face.

You and Teresa laughed before the brunette girl spoke up, grabbing your hand. “Come on, I’ve got everything set up inside. Movies, snacks, and I ordered pizza from the takeout place across town. I wanna hear everything I’ve missed out on since I saw you last.”

Thomas trailed behind you as Teresa led you inside her home, despite knowing you’d been there quite often over the years.

You spent over four hours at Teresa’s house. By the time you were pulling back into the driveway, the entire town had gone quiet, lights turned out as everyone wound down for the night or were already asleep.

The first hour of your time was spent catching Teresa up on anything interesting that had happened in New York, then she and Thomas did the same for you. They also took the time to explain the school and how things worked in a small town as best as they could, but you quickly decided you’d just learn as things went on. You managed to watch two movies, devouring whatever food Teresa had set out for the three of you relatively quickly.

Once you stepped inside, it was quite clear that everyone else in the house was already asleep. You and Thomas managed to sneak upstairs without waking anyone, bidding one another a quick ‘goodnight’ before heading to your own rooms.

Soon after, you found yourself in an oversized fundraiser shirt your dad got from a work trip to Arizona years ago, laying in bed as your eyes scanned and took in every inch of your room. Thinking over every detail, about how different it felt, how this new space held every aspect of you and your life up until this moment. And as you thought, you felt your heart grow and swell within your chest, getting lighter and lighter.

This town, these people, had yet to prove themselves to you, to show you if you belonged or not, and you were eager to see it all, to experience everything it had to offer. All you had to do was give it a chance.

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A Real Man

+18 Smut

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n's past traumas and inexperience with relationships lead her to start a romance with one of the worst students at Kamar Taj. When her heart is broken, Stephen offers to teach her what it's like to love a real man, leading her to experience sensations she never imagined before.

Word Count: 10,5k

Warnings: Mentions of childhood sexual abuse, mentions of trauma and psychological issues, huge age gap, sexual content including oral sex with both male and female receiving, masturbation with male receiving, p in v, creampie.

A/N: Hey guys I finally managed to find time to post!

I'd like to clarify that this version of Defender belongs to another timeline, it's not the same pair I usually write about. We have a Stephen here who has just created the Defenders, is still teaching at Kamar Taj, and is not yet the Sorcerer Supreme. The reader is also a student of kamar Taj, but is decades younger than Stephen. I'm so happy with this fic, I hope you like it. ;)

Stephen approached you from behind while you were absently sitting at the desk in the library trying to read, but he could see from afar that you weren't reading anything, your head was turned forward and not to the book and your gaze was fixed as if you were contemplating an immense abyss within yourself.

You were one of his students at Kamar Taj, you were young, twenty-two to be precise and yet you had so much weight on your shoulders and a shadow in your eyes that he himself could recognize as trauma. Maybe that was what made you stand out among the other students.

Not that you weren't beautiful, you were very beautiful, but what made him see you was this sadness, an almost palpable melancholy that surrounded you. He'd been dying to walk over and ask what was wrong, but he never had the courage to do so.

He went so far as to ask Wong about what he knew about your past and Wong sighed heavily "That girl has endured more than anyone should. There's a lot of strength in her, Strange, but there's also a lot of anger, bitterness, pent-up feelings that perhaps one day come to light in catastrophic ways."

Stephen didn't ask any more questions, but Wong's answer only increased his curiosity about you. It didn't help that he was your teacher and saw you every day, even with all the sadness that never left your eyes he was the only person tham seem to make you smile.

A beautiful smile, shy, discreet, but full of sincerity. You once blurted out at the end of a class that he was your favorite teacher. That filled Stephen's heart with a new feeling he didn't remember feeling before, but it also made you apologize for your boldness and run away with your face completely pink.

A friendship was born between you. Sincere, serene, respectful. Even though he knew that deep down he felt more than just affection for you, he was determined to keep things as they were, after all you trusted him as your teacher, maybe you saw him as a father figure or something, he was more than twice your age. When Stephen thought that way he felt not sad, but uncomfortable. Could it be that a friend was all he could be for you?

Things got worse for him when you started an affair with another student. Hugh was older than you but certainly younger than Stephen and was not considered an example or good company for other students by any Master at Kamar Taj.

Stephen felt jealous, but it wasn't just that, it was more, it was a feeling of alertness, of concern, as if he'd known from the start that Hugh meant you no good and was taking advantage of you feeling lonely.

For a while he convinced himself that it was just jealousy, but as your relationship blossomed in front of him and the feeling that something was wrong grew, Stephen did what he did best: playing the detective and digging into Hugh's personal life and it didn't take long for him to discover that the young man was married, had a daughter in the hospital undergoing treatment for terminal cancer, and was at the Kamar Taj seeking enough knowledge to save his daughter.

Stephen thought about how to tell you all this without it sounding intrusive, in the end he decided to gather all the files he found, put them in an envelope and left them on your desk with a note.

I AM REALLY SORRY. STEPHEN.

He feared that it would push you away and destroy your friendship, but it was just the opposite. You started to trust him more, to be more open with him and, little by little, you even managed to tell him about the abuse you suffered as a child, abuse that lasted for years and only stopped when you ran away from home and found shelter at Kamar Taj. You were 12 years old. The Ancient One was still alive and she saw your future clearly deciding to keep you as some kind of maid until you reached 14 so you could begin your training.

Stephen had been at Kamar Taj for 2 years and was already Master of the NY Sanctum when you arrived, he basically watched you grow and turn into a beautiful woman and then somehow he couldn't stop inappropriate feelings from taking over him even though he was more than determined that he never would try anything.

It had been weeks since the truth came out and you ended your relationship in a painful way as witnesses reported. And there you were now in the library pretending to study, not eating well, not sleeping well and he worried about you in ways he couldn't describe.

When the Ancient One died, in fact the day she died she told you that you and tephen had enormous potential together and that he would need you on his journey to become the new Sorcerer Supreme and that you would need him to free yourself from the darkness that inhabits your heart. It took you months to tell him that and he has never been able to forget those words.

Hence the desperate feeling of protecting you from any harm that led him to discover the truth about Hugh.

He cleared his throat to let you know he was close by.

"Can I sit next to you? I know you're not reading anyway."

You smiled nodding sadly at him, your eyes filled with tears. He sit.

"Y/n I'm so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have butted in, I just felt like something wasn't right and when I found out I couldn't keep the truth from you. But now I am not so sure anymore."

You shook your head understanding. "I know. Thank you, Stephen, I guess I can call you just Stephen isn't that right?" I just realized I keep doing it, sounds disrespectful."

He smiled reassuring "Never. Of course you can call me Stephen."

You sighed closing the book that coincidentally dealt with forgetting spells. He looked at the book and looked at you worriedly "These spells are way beyond your level and if Wong finds out you're considering trying using any of them..."

"Are you really going to rat me out to Wong?"

"If it's to keep you safe, yes. Besides, you can't forget a whole life, just pieces of it, Y/n and it's still too dangerous."

You shook your head negatively and he held your hand firmly "If you don't tell me I won't be able to help"

You nodded and remained silent. There were tears on your eyes.

Stephen had to restrain himself from pulling you into his arms. He wanted to protect you from your past, from your parents, from the world, to tell you that he wouldn't allow anyone else to hurt you, but he stopped himself. "Tell me what exactly do you want to forget"

You sighed "The things Hugh said to me before he left"

Stephen waited for you to continue.

"It's embarrassing, I don't know if I should..."

"Only if you trust me. If you trust me, Y/n, you can tell me anything"

You nodded, running your hand over your face and wiping away your tears. "He said he was only staying with me because he was looking for what his wife didn't give him at home."

Stephen barely noticed when his teeth ground together.

"As you well know I never had anyone, because of what happened when I was a child I was always afraid, I always thought that sex was something bad and wrong, but with him... well, it never felt right, but I thought it was. I didn't… I don't know if I did things the right way or not, but he liked it and I thought it was okay, but..."

Stephen was holding back from showing how furious he was. "Go on"

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment "He said only a whore has sex that way and that he was disgusted with me..." You started sobbing "I don't know what he's talking about, I thought he liked me, I thought I was doing everything right..."

Stephen pulled you into his arms instinctively and you sighed in surprise but wrapped your arms around him anyway and allowed yourself to cry and he let you, he just stayed there for you. When the torrent of tears had passed he cupped your face and made you look at him "There's nothing wrong with you, do you hear me? Hugh lied to you, saw your weakness and inexperience and took advantage of it. If there's anyone wrong and disgusting in this story is him."

Stephen stopped wondering if he should continue that conversation, but decided he was already too deep into it to stop now. "There is no right or wrong way for a woman to have sex, we are not in the 15th century anymore."

You nodded and then your face got red probably from realizing the kind of conversation you were having. You were friends but never talked about sex before.

"I probably shouldn't be talking about this with the Sorcerer Supreme."

He shook his head, "I'm not the Sorcerer Supreme yet, as you well know."

The position had been taken temporarily by Wong while Stephen went through all the tests the Vishanti demanded.

You sighed running your hands over your face to wipe away the tears "Can I ask you something?"

Stephen sighed pushing the book as far as possible on the desk "I would do anything for you. Even a forbidden spell like this that would get me in trouble with Wong..."

Stephen nodded already knowing what you would ask.

You pushed the book towards him "It’s too advanced for me anyway, but definitely not for you so… could you make me forget the things he said to me?"

"But..."

"I don't think this is the best way to deal with what happened. Y/n, there's always been a shadow over you and your sex life. You told me about the horrors you were inflicted on at home and as far as I know, that shit man was the only man you had besides your abuser."

You nodded, mortified that Stephen was saying those things so openly to you.

"Forgetting what he said won't erase your traumas. Neither the old ones nor the new ones that Hugh created. You'll forget the reasons, but the feeling will still be there."

You traced the scars on Stephen's hand with your fingertips nodding vehemently and he sighed with relief that you understood.

He sighed and held his shaky hand out to you. You held it in yours.

"Imagine for a second…” He said “…that I use such a spell to forget my trauma, my accident. The shaking, the scars would still be there, I just wouldn't remember why."

"I just wanted this feeling to go away. I keep hearing his voice in my head, the things he said, the way he said, it makes me sick. I just want to feel better and normal."

Stephen nodded "There are better ways to make you forget him. To make you feel good about yourself and show you that sex isn't a bad thing."

You looked at him confused and he smiled sheepishly "You can refuse if you want, dammit, you might even hate me for bringing this up now, but… Y/n I've always been in love with you."

You still seemed to struggle to understand what he was saying. "You never said anything to me. I thought I was your friend."

Stephen nodded "You are. My best friend but I've always wanted more. I just never got up the courage to say so because you're my student and you are so young, I've known you for years, I saw you growing and it seems inappropriate..."

"Stephen…"

He put his index finger to your mouth. "Please let me finish."

You nodded.

"I've never tried anything because I'm so much older than you are, but after everything you've told me, after everything that's happened... maybe you need a little experience to show you what it's like not just to have sex, but to make love."

You were speechless, your mouth went agape, your heart was pounding so hard in your chest it felt like it was going to burst. You've always had a crush on Stephen, ever since you were a little girl and had just arrived at the Kamar Taj, but it was always something silly, you never thought you had a chance precisely because you were too young. You thought he wouldn't be interested in you.

Stephen grew more nervous with each passing second that you remained silent. Had he crossed a line? He shouldn't have said that right then, it was inappropriate, it would seem like he was also trying to take advantage on you. Damn it, maybe he used the spell after all, but to make you forget what he said.

"I've never been kissed" You said suddenly. "Hugh... he used to kiss my lips quickly, with his mouth shut. Maybe he was disgusted of me, I don't know. I don't even know how to actually do it"

Stephen smiled at you and touched your face, pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear "Can I show you how it feels like?"

You nodded vehemently. Stephen could feel your entire body shaking as he approached. He rested his other hand on the back of your neck gently and pulled you close, your mouths so close he could feel your warm breath.

He kissed you. Just a touch of lips and then he ran the tip of his tongue between the line of your lips and you parted them instinctively. You sighed in surprise when Stephen's tongue entered your mouth. It was so intimate, so different and at the same time it didn't feel bad or wrong. He caressed your tongue gently with his, gently touched the roof of your mouth and you couldn't help but let a soft moan escape your lips.

Stephen ended the kiss with a light bite on your lower lip and then pulled back and stared at you as if analyzing your reaction. Your face was red, as were your eyes full of tears, but there was a smile on your lips, a happy smile that Stephen had never seen before.

"So…how was your first real kiss?"

You blushed even more and Stephen had the feeling that he was dealing with a virgin and that didn't make him back down or intimidate him, on the contrary. He wanted to erase all the bad experiences from your mind and show you how life could be something good, and that sex was special and good when done with someone who cares about you. Not that he had much of that. In recent years Stephen only had one-night stands with women he couldn't even remember the names and which only served to increase his loneliness. But he had someone he cared about once, who sex was something special, so he knew what he was talking about.

"Can we do more…now?" You asked and he sighed in relief realizing that you hadn't been even more traumatized by his onslaught.

He smirked "Call me old-fashioned, but I'd rather take you to dinner with me first, far away from here."

"Like on a date?"

"Precisely on a date"

Your smile widened even more "I would love that"

"Tomorrow at 8pm?"

"Tomorrow is Friday, I have a spell class at 7pm"

Stephen smirked "And who is your teacher?"

"You"

"Well, consider yourself released from tomorrow's class. You are much more advanced than your class anyway. I'll ask another Master to administer the class and we can go."

He got up to go and you took his hand "Stephen... thank you"

"For kissing you?"

"For being you. For everything"

He took a step towards you and leaned down and just when you thought he was going to kiss you again he planted a long lingering kiss on your forehead and somehow it felt as intimate as the first kiss. "See you tomorrow, Baby. Try to sleep, okay?"

You nodded.

"And put that book away or I'll tell Wong"

…

You couldn't sleep a wink at night, but this time it wasn't because you were thinking about all the horrible things that had happened to you, you were thinking about Stephen. That charming, educated, extremely intelligent and handsome man. Above all Stephen was beautiful. Maybe it was probably the full beard that adorned those high cheekbones, but then there was also the hair. That always perfect ponytail, with strands of silver hair that somehow made those blue oceanic eyes stand out even more. You realized you've never seen Stephen with his hair down...

You gave up trying to sleep and got up around 5am and went to the kitchen to make some tea. You imagined that the kitchen would be empty at that time, but you found Wong doing the same thing you intended to do.

"Couldn't sleep either?" The Sorcerer Supreme asked.

You grimaced as you sat down and accepted the cup of tea that Wong handed you. "Too much on my mind I guess"

He stared at you as if he could read your mind and then he smiled to himself going back to making tea for himself now " I always wondered how long it would take for you and Strange to get it right"

You looked at him confused and your face turned slightly red. "What do you mean?"

"The walls have ears and eyes here, y/n, and they all work for me."

You sipped your tea "I think everyone should mind their own business instead of spying on others." You paused for a second "With all due respect, sir"

Wong pretended he didn't hear what you said and just continued talking as if he was talking more to himself than to you. "At 22 you have exceeded all my expectations, just as the Ancient One predicted. Stephen is also progressing fast, I believe he will take over as Sorcerer Supreme in less than three months. It is good that you have each other, the universe needs protection and Stephen needs your support."

You sighed "Right now I need him more than the other way around"

Wong shook his head, sipping his tea "Destiny's plans can be difficult to understand, but I never doubted the Ancient One's prophecies."

You choked on your tea "Did she make a prophecy about me and Stephen?"

Wong just smiled and left the kitchen with his cup of tea in hand.

…

You spent the day between one class and another and your free time hiding in the library, Stephen was busy and you constantly looked at the clock counting the minutes to finally see him again. The things Wong said in the morning kept coming to your head and didn't help much and you were anxious and nervous for what was to come, but most of all, you were feeling good. It was as if Stephen had the power to take all your negative thoughts and turn them into expectation, an opportunity for something inexplicable.

You finished your last class at 6:30pm and instead of heading to your last class of the day as you normally would, you went up to your room and took a shower to get rid of the Kathmandu heat, but mostly to clear your head. When you got out of the shower and sat on the bed distractedly combing your wet hair, you saw a small piece of paper folded on top of your bedside table. You recognized Stephen's handwriting.

MEET ME AT THE NY SANCTUM AT 8PM. STEPHEN

You smiled, staring at the note in your hands and dedicate yourself to drying your hair and curling it and then finding a suitable outfit for your date. It would help if you knew what exactly Stephen had in mind. In the end, you ended up opting for a short pink dress.

…

Stephen heard the sound of a portal opening. He remembered perfectly the first time you opened a portal, you were so young, you must have been fourteen at the time. He pushed the thought away before he started to feel old and dirty.

He finished lighting the last candle on the table he had carefully set for the two of you. A smile played over his lips as he heard the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor in the foyer. He snapped his fingers getting rid of the apron he was wearing so as not to soil the impeccable suit he chose to wear that night, his hair was tied tightly in a ponytail.

He was getting to you when he heard your voice calling to him in a bit of confusion and when he finally saw you his heart sped up in his chest. You were beautiful. He was so used to seeing you in student robes, your hair always tied back. That night you were wearing a pink dress and heels and your hair was curled carefully, curls falling to the middle of your back. You took your time getting ready for him.

"Stephen..." You looked at him with owe. You were also just used to seeing him in his black and red robes. He walked over to you and touched your face which immediately turned pink "You look beautiful, Y/n. I hope you had a productive day."

You shrugged "Not much to be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about you" You looked away when you realized what you said and then tried to correct yourself "I mean... in the things you said to me yesterday". It didn't make much difference.

He nodded extending his hand to you and you held it tight "Come with me"

You followed him a little confused, in your head you were going out to dinner or something, but instead he led you into the Sanctum. You only understood when you arrived in the dining room lit by candlelight, the table set beautifully.

"I figured you wouldn't mind having dinner with me here at the Sanctum rather than going anywhere else" He explained "I opted for the privacy and intimacy of just the two of us and no one else to interrupt us"

Your mouth went agape and the words seemed to fly through the window of your mind. He pulled the chair for you to sit in and with a pompous gesture of his fingers filled your glass with red wine. He sat down and did the same with his own. "I hope you're hungry, I cooked your favorite dish"

If you hadn't been sitting down you probably would have fallen over, you could feel your legs go weak with every gesture, every word, damn it, just Stephen's surreal beauty was enough to put you in that state, but the reality of the whole thing, being there and understanding that this was really happening and wasn't just a dream was enough to render you speechless.

He sipped his wine in silence and you finally found your voice "Did you cook for me?" He smiled "Yes I did"

You took a long drink of your wine "I didn't know you could cook"

He smirked and with a flick of his fingers your plates materialized in front of you.

The delicious smell of the food made you salivate. "There are so many things you don't know about me, you'd be surprised"

You smile shyly "I'm already surprised, but go ahead, surprise me more"

"First you are going to taste your food and tell me what you think." You did as he asked and oh my god it was perfect, you couldn't remember the last time you had such delicious food. "It's perfect, delicious. I wonder how you knew this was my favorite dish..."

He finally allowed himself a taste of his food and then dabbed his lips gracefully on his napkin before answering. He was so…elegant. That was the word you would use to describe Defender Strange.

"The secret is never to use magic to rush things. Food needs time to cook, its own time. And the answer to your question... I may have used my magic to find out."

You felt your face hitting up "You read my mind"

He chuckled "No, I didn't. I would never do such a thing. I asked a few people, that’s all."

You nodded "But if you wanted to, could you?"

"Read your mind? Yes. There are some spells that are used to interrogate people."

"I did not know that"

"Although you are extremely advanced, there are many things you still don't know, but I will be happy to teach them to you."

You couldn't define whether or not the double meaning you caught in those words was intentional, but your cheeks grew even pinker and tried to hide it.

"You won't have anough time to keep teaching once you become the Sorcerer Supreme. You already don't spend as much time at the Kamar Taj as you were used to since you created The Defenders"

Stephen shook his head "I know. But I promise I will always find time for you. Always."

You smiled happily and took another mouthful of food and sipped your wine "I ran into Wong this morning and he mentioned something that got me thinking about the Ancient One making a prophecy about you and me."

Stephen just smiled, but you insisted "Did you know that? Did you always know?"

He sighed and extended his hand across the table to you. You put your hand over his, his hands were so warm and you knew he was using a spell to keep them steady while he was eating.

"It's not a prophecy, it's just a statement she made." He seemed uncomfortable but continued "The Ancient One knew a lot about the multiverse, she could see through realities, she told me that the first time I was at Kamar Taj. She knew me even before we met for the first time and I bet that was the same with you."

"What did she see?" You asked, your voice just a whisper.

"She saw us together in all the universes. Different versions of us living together and in the few universes where we didn't, for one reason or another, there was only pain and suffering for the two of us. She realized that at some point we would be together because it is just as the universe predestined."

You were silent and Stephen sighed heavily. He didn't want to say that to you. Damn Wong and his huge mouth. "I never believed that, I don't want you to think I'm doing this because of a stupid prophecy..."

"I think it's beautiful, romantic. I remember when I arrived at Kamar Taj, I always felt a connection with you. You were my favorite teacher. It was innocent but I had a crush on you. I thought at first it was just because I thought you were beautiful, but it was more than that. You became my best friend there and…”

Stephen was surprised by your reaction. He thought it would push you away from him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. "And..."

"It feels right. My whole life things have always been wrong, felt wrong, but not this, not you. You feel right"

He got close enough to kiss your lips, just a touch of lips and then you both smiled shyly

"You still haven't told me about the things you know how to do. Come on, surprise me, Master Strange"

He gave a short giggle amused by you "I can speak six different languages, seven including Sanskrit"

You tried to show how impressed you were, so you smirked "Everyone at Kamar Taj can read Sanskrit, Wong forces us with those books and Google translator only helps so much..."

"Eres la mujer más hermosa y encantadora que he tenido el placer de conocer."

You smiled confused but delighted to hear him "What does that mean..."

"That you are the most beautiful and charming woman I've had the pleasure of meeting. In Spanish. I could repeat it in Portuguese, French, Italian, German..."

You stopped him by pulling him to your lips and this time he kissed you passionately. You only stopped to breathe.

"You did it" You confessed "I'm surprised and delighted."

"Trust me Baby, I'm just getting started"

…

You were in his room. His room in the Sanctum of NY was big, heavy and dark curtains, shelves of books in one corner, wardrobe in another and the bed in the middle. His bed was big, a four poster bed, it was so elegant and just looking at it made your face blush.

"Who cleans all this up?" It was the first thing that crossed your mind to say to break the silence once you knew he was standing there watching and analyzing you. He chuckled "We try to keep it clean as much as possible, there are spells that help but we have some people that come here to clean from time to time"

You shook your head walking decidedly towards his bed and sitting at its feet. The mattress was soft, but not too soft, but the duvet that covered the bed was extremely soft and comfortable. You caressed it with your hands. "Much better than our beds at Kamar Taj, don't you think? Although now that you're going to become Sorcerer Supreme, maybe you got a better room there."

He shook his head, smirking "I certainly don't. My room has been the same for years and it's identical to everyone else's, you're welcome to see it whenever you want... I mean, if you want."

You held out your hand for him to come closer and he did, walking slowly towards you until he was towering over you, the scent of his perfume was making you intoxicated. He put his palm up and you placed your hand in his, he touched your face with his other hand, the touch was rough on your soft skin but it was warm and comforting.

You closed your eyes in delight in that shaky touch and barely noticed when he lowered so that your faces were at the same height and then kissed your lips lightly. You wrapped your arm around his neck and deepened the kiss keeping him close to you and even when your lips parted to breathe he stayed there so close you could feel his warm breath.

He got up and pulled you up too and turned your back to him gently. His hands struggled to undo the clasp on your dress, but he managed and then zipped it down to your ass. He did it slowly and as he did he brought his lips to your ear and spoke so low it was almost a whisper, but firm and sensual "I will not ask permission for anything I'll do to you tonight, but if you need to stop just tell me, is that ok?"

Your skin crawled and your voice sounded shakier than you expected "Okay"

He threaded the straps of the dress through your arms and then pulled it down to the ground at your feet. You could almost hear him smirking looking at the lingerie set you chose for him. Black and red, with lace.

"Is that all for me?" He asked again with that baritone voice in your ear. You nodded biting your lip when you felt his fingers playing with the strap of your bra. He still hadn't done anything to you and yet you felt like you were melting.

"Then let me have a good look" He asked and you turned to face him. He bent down, pushing the dress off your feet, but made sure to keep your heels on. He get up again and touched your breast lightly with the back of his hand and the bra did little to hide how quickly your nipple hardened at the slightest touch of his. "You're beautiful, did you know that? Has anyone ever told you that?"

You shook your head no.

"But you believe me, don't you? You're beautiful." He said again. His blue eyes locked with yours to make sure there was no doubt that he was telling the truth. You nodded shyly and without holding back cupped his face in your hand, he leaned his face towards your hand and that gesture was enough to pull a sigh from your lips. "I always thought you were so handsome, I never had the heart to say it, but I'm sure you've heard that from many women."

He shook his head, "Baby, it's been a long time since I've been with a woman long enough for her to even bother saying something like that to me."

You understood what he meant. Even if you didn't understand, people spoke. At the Kamar Taj there was a lot of talk about Stephen and his relationship with women. He never stayed with a woman more than one night and according to some he always had a different woman in bed. Not that you would judge him for that, but that fact alone was enough to prove your point. Women only got into it because he was handsome, but more than that, Defender Strange was gorgeous.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asked pulling you out of your reverie and only then did you notice that your hand was now in his hair. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything"

You ran your fingers up to his hair tie "May I? I realized I've never seen you with your hair down." He sighed nodding "Nobody ever sees it, but of course you can."

You pulled the hair tie slowly and his hair fell loose like a soft curtain just below his shoulder length. The silver locks adorning his face perfectly. "Should keep it that way"

He chuckled dryly disagreeing "It doesn't help much in a fight, especially if you have physical combat." You were forced to agree. "Promise you'll let me see you like this more often?"

He smirked as your hands caressed the soft strands of hair "I don't know, are we going to have more moments like this?" Without thinking too much you nodded vehemently causing his smirk to turn into a grin "Baby, I haven't even touched you yet. As far as I know I could be a big disappointment."

You shook your head "I know you won’t"

He kissed you now with more ferocity, more tongue, more spit. A wet, tempting kiss. Before you could contain it, a soft moan escaped your lips.

"As much as I love this lingerie set..." He ran his arms around your body looking for the clasp on your bra and then unclasping it. "I want to see you completely bare to burn the image in my brain and replace the one I've imagined so many times alone at night in this room."

You felt your face turn red, not only because of the fact that he took off your bra and left you naked from the waist up, but because of what he just revealed to you. Stephen thought about you at night, imagined you naked, what else did he do in those moments, you wondered.

He touched your tit lightly trapping one nipple between his middle and index fingers and without holding back he took the other one to his lips and you moaned in surprise this time louder. He took the other in his mouth sucking lightly and then he moved his lips down your belly and as he did he knelt before you, his hands on the waistband of your panties. He pulled it down to your feet and reached down to remove your heels, first one then the other and then you were completely naked and he was kneeling before you with a look of owe on his face.

"Stephen... it's my turn"

He got up "What's fair is fair." He replied.

You attacked him as soon as you had his permission, getting rid of the coat, untieing his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt and without holding back your lips were on his neck, kissing him and sucking on his skin. You didn't know where that desire came from, but you needed to have him right away.

"Fuck, baby..." He took your hand from his chest and brought it to his hip where his bulge was waiting for you. "Feel what you do to me"

You palmed his cock "You feel so big."

He smirked with the surprise in your voice "Haven't you ever imagined me naked?" You bit your lip "I tried not to, but sometimes I did."

He unbuttoned his pants and kicked his shoes away and without waiting time got rid of the pants and boxers he was wearing. Your eyes widened when you saw the size of it. "Isn't it what you imagined?"

You wrapped your hand around him and oh my god he was hard and warm and was pulsing already just for you.

"My imagination didn't do you justice." He groaned softly as you tightened your hand around him giving a little more pressure and then moved up and down. He was wrong about you, you were nothing like a virgin, you just needed a real fucking man to take care of you.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" You asked and he grinned satisfied "Yes you can, but I'm going to taste you first."

You stared at him in surprise as if he had said something absurd. "What’s wrong baby? You don’t like it? I won’t do it if you don’t want it."

You shook your head "It's not that, it's just..." You were blushing so fucking hard. Somehow him saying he was going down on you made you blush more than when you asked to give him a blow job. The reason was obvious.

"Nobody's ever done that to you, right? You don’t even know how it feels, how can you tell if you like it or not?" He kissed your lips, your hand was still wrapped in his cock, but it was still.

He took your hand and walked around the bed and laid you down gently on the soft duvet, your head comfortably resting on the pile of pillows. He came on top of you, but his lips moved down your neck, your tits, your belly, then he stared into your eyes and continued down until his lips were between your legs.

He took a long, wet lick all over your slit which made you moan in surprise and automatically close your legs trapping his head with your thighs. He chuckled with your response. He wrapped his arms around both of your thighs opening them "Keep them open for me, okay?"

You nodded.

He turned his attention to your pretty pussy. Licking the folds gently, teasing his tongue at your entrance. He hadn't even touched your clit yet and you were already moaning, your entire body shaking with the sensation, your hands gripping his hair and pulling at it sometimes painfully and it surprised him how arousing it felt somehow. He didn't want you to stop and he couldn't wait to see your reaction when he took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it just like that. You went back to pulling his hair now with more force and he groaned satisfied.

"Oh my god Stephen it feels so good"

He put two fingers slowly inside you analyzing your reaction and grinning to himself when he felt you contracting around them, your pussy fluttering so nicely in his fingers and when he added that to the suction on your clit you moaned so loud, it was almost a cry. "Stephen... I think I'm gonna cum." He didn't stop to answer, he didn't want the sensation to leave you for even a second, instead he curled his fingers to precisely reach a spot where he knew no other man had ever reached in you. And as quickly as he found it, you came. Hard. Loud. Wet. It was delicious. To bring you to that state knowing that he was the first to make you come so fucking hard like that just with his mouth and fingers was so powerful.

You were slowly coming back from your high still stunned by the surprise of the strength of your orgasm. You've never come so hard, no one has ever made you come before and to be honest what you do alone in your room at Kamar Taj was nothing compared to what Stephen just did and the result you get doing it by yourself couldn't even be compared to what you felt just now .

He came slowly leaving a trail of kisses on the way up and then he smiled at you pleased with himself, but he seemed so much more pleased for you, for giving you pleasure. You. For the first time in your life you felt that you were the protagonist of it. Stephen was there to give you pleasure and most important, somehow you knew he took pleasure in what he was doing. He took pleasure in giving pleasure. That was inconceivable for you who never had love before, never had a real man before, but it felt so right.

Stephen frowned when he saw that you had tears in your eyes "You're okay? We don't need to go on if you don't want to. I'm glad I pleasured you" Somehow those words made you cry even more, but at the same time you were smiling so happily.

"Baby, tell me you're okay." He asked worried.

You nodded "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was crying. Everything felt so intense. I think I am just overwhelmed.”

He shook his head "But it's a good thing, right? Because it felt like you were enjoying it very much." You agreed and pulled him to your lips kissing him soft but there was an urgency in your kiss and then he rested his forehead on yours "No man has ever made me feel so good, Stephen. This that you just did was the most wonderful thing I've ever had and I didn't know sex could feel so good. I think that's why I'm crying, damn it, I need to stop, I'm ruining the moment."

He smiled at you reassuring "It’s okay baby, I don’t mind, I am happy for you. That’s what I promised you, wasn't it?"

You nodded "I want to do the same for you." Your hand got between you, and you wrapped it around his cock stroking him nice and steady making him moan softly

"You're already doing it. Oh fuck baby, if I let you keep stroking me like that I wont last. Its too good."

Stephen was angry with himself. He hadn't had sex in a good few weeks, he couldn't even remember the last time he jerked off, what did he expect? He should have relieved himself first to last longer for you. Although once he came he would soon be ready to continue. For his age, Stephen had a lot of stamina, but how to say that to you? If you asked him to fuck you right now he couldn't help but being a big disappointment.

"Stephen… tell me what you want."

He groaned as you increased the speed with which you stroke him. "Baby I want to cum so badly. I promise I will get ready for you right away, but right now I just need to cum."

You nodded "Like this?" You asked and he nodded leaning his forehead on yours "Exactly like that, please baby don’t stop, say I can cum"

You moaned satisfied to see him lost in his own pleasure like that "Yes Stephen, you can cum, cum in my hand, show me how much I make you feel good."

You didn't have to say it twice. His dick was throbbing and pulsing so hard. He groaned loudly burying his face in the crook of your neck and you felt hot cum spurting all over your belly, dripping through your fingers. You didn't stop stroke him until he spilled the last drop. His heavy breathing made your entire body shiver.

"Is it too soon to say that I love you? Since the Ancient One has already foreseen all of this? I wonder if she has seen it all, I mean, until this moment..."

Stephen chuckled and then kissed you "I really hope not. It would be weird, don't you think?"

You giggled and he smirked standing up.

"Where you're going?" You complained automatically when he walked off towards what you assumed was the bathroom. He only took a minute and then he came back with a damp towel and started to clean you up.

He got rid of the towel and went back to bed and you clung to him like a koala, one of your hands firm on his waist and the other stroking his hair. Stephen realized how much he liked when you did that. It went against everything he knew about himself, usually he never let anyone touch his hair, but you, you were different, he should have known.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked after a minute of comfortable silence. He nodded "Anything. I am your best friend, remember? This don’t change that"

You nodded with a smile and then went back to being serious "I've never had an orgasm with a man before. I thought this was a problem I had, you know, physically, so I faked it."

Stephen caressed your face "I know there's nothing wrong with you. Now you need to understand that cuming like you did, here..." He took his hand between your legs and gently touched your clit ".. .It's a lot easier than cuming with penetration, but I'm up for the challenge, baby."

He circled your clit with his fingers lightly and you felt that electricity coursing through your body again. You still wanted him, you weren't sated and he wasn't either because you could see he was already half hard again.

You hummed reaching for his lips. "I like that"

He kissed you intensely "What?" He asked.

"The way you call me... baby."

Stephen barely realized he was doing it, much less could say where it came from. "I've always called you that, haven't I?"

You shook your head "Not really, it started yesterday."

He sighed, lowering his lips to your neck, his fingers playing with your clit managed to elicit a loud moan from your lips "I'm glad you like it because from now on you will be my baby, I will love you, and take care of you and I will make sure you cum over and over again in my mouth, in my fingers..." He reached down and thrust two fingers inside you, the sound of his fingers in and out of your totally soaked pussy was obscene and delicious. "...but especially on my cock and you'll never have to fake it again, because you will have plenty of the real thing."

You moaned pulling him to your lips and you so wanted to believe he meant every word he said.

You could feel another orgasm welling up in the pit of your stomach, but just as fast as it came it died when Stephen pulled his fingers out of you.

You whimpered and he chuckled "I know baby, but I'd rather have you cuming around my cock this time."

You nodded and before you could say anything he took your hand and led it to his cock. He was already hard again, not as hard as before, but you were impressed. "You are ready already, Hugh used to take a lot of time to get ready."

Stephen grimaced "Let's make a deal, don't compare me to that idiot."

"I am sorry" You replied shyly "It's pretty much the only reference I have."

Stephen agreed sighing heavily as you wrapped your hand around him and started to move up and down slowly. "I'll be your only reference now, okay?" You smile satisfied. The idea of having Stephen not just for one night, but for something more serious appealed to you in many ways, but you realized that the most important thing was that you felt safe around him.

"Baby can I have your mouth now?"

You nodded vehemently, you wanted to please him, you wanted to surprise him with the one thing you knew exactly how to do when it came to pleasing a man. After all, you lost count of how many times Hugh came in your mouth, but of course you didn't say that to Stephen.

You knelt between his legs and he settled back into the pillows, but as soon as you reached down and looked directly at his cock you lost confidence. There was no way it would fit in your mouth, at least not whole. But you did as you knew, you licked the tip getting the salty taste of his precum and put the tip in your mouth bobbing your head up and down, going just a little below the tip but striving to get more of him each time you went down. .

Stephen moaned loudly satisfied with the pleasure you gave him, he took his hand to your head and held your hair to have a good view and you waited for him to push your head down, but he never did. He just left his hand there and when you risked looking at him, he had his eyes closed and his head lolling back totally in pleasure. "Oh my god baby, you have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this. Definitely more times than I care to admit."

You felt your chest swell with that revelation and moved by the desire to satisfy him, you committed yourself to going all the way to the bottom, putting it in your mouth as much as you could until your nose touched his pubic bone. He groaned in satisfaction and you felt his cock throbbing violently in your throat which made you gag around it shamefully, tears streaming down your face. Stephen opened his eyes when you took him out of your mouth

"I'm sorry... you're... too big" You said shyly

He caressed your face wiping away the tears with his thumb "Its okay, no need to take all of it. It was already really good before. Don’t push too hard on yourself."

You nodded and he motioned with his hand for you to come closer and you sustained yourself on both hands crawling over him. He wrapped an arm around you and cupped your face "Come here, kiss me" You kissed him ardently and he moaned on your lips "Fuck, your little mouth felt so good on my cock."

"I want you to fuck me" You buried your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your own words. You weren't used to verbalizing your wishes, but with Stephen you felt like you could.

He put his hand between you, the tip of it rubbing your folds and then he directed his cock at your entrance "You just got one thing wrong, I wont fuck you,baby, I will make love to you."

Your body responded to him automatically, your hips lowering as you took inch by inch in. He felt so big inside you, but you took it all at once and you felt so proud of yourself for that. He waited for you to settle around him, but instead of starting to thrust, he held your waist gently squeezing "Move baby, ride me"

You've never been in that position before and didn't know exactly how to do it, but you mimicked the movements you already knew by moving up and down slowly and then increasing your pace.

Stephen moaned loudly, jaw clenched, eyes closed. You felt so good, so tight, your little walls clenching around him.

You rested both hands on his chest for balance and increased the pace, the silent room was flooded with the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of your pussy and your heavy breaths and moans followed by the sweet nothings that escaped Stephen's lips. His husky voice cracked with pleasure, dripping with honey. "Just like that baby, you're doing so well, taking me so good inside you. you feel amazing, your sweet pussy it’s so wet and nice..."

Stephen could feel your walls fluttering around him and couldn't help but smile to himself, satisfied with keeping the promises he made. You were about to cum again, this time on his cock. He knew that once he had cum, he wouldn't come again so quickly, but he didn't care, he wanted to see you cuming again. That was his goal that night, to pleasure you over and over.

"You're doing amazing baby, I can feel your pussy getting tighter. You're gonna cum for me?"

You couldn't respond, you were too wrapped up in all the sensations in your body. You've never felt so much pleasure from penetration before and as incredible as it seemed you felt like you were one step away from cuming but you didn't know how to get there and you wanted it, god you wanted it so badly "Stephen please, make me cum"

He smirked satisfied "I'm your teacher, remember? I'll teach you how to get there by yourself."

The grip of his hands on your waist tightened "Relax your body for me, let me move you." You did as he asked and Stephen started to move you back and forth and at the same time he forced your hip down allowing his pubic bone and hair to provide you delicious friction on your clit. You moaned loudly. It was as if an electric current was running through your entire body. "You see, its better this way, isn't it?"

You couldn't answer so you just nodded your head yes, your eyes were closed, your head lolled back "Now do it by yourself, at your pace" He instructed you.

The moment he let go of your waist and his hands lazily descended to your thighs you took control moving exactly as he taught you only much faster and harder as your breathing grew more ragged, your moans louder.

"Oh my god Stephen I am gonna cum..."

He didn't even have time to respond. Your entire body convulsed over his, your pussy squeezing him so tightly he couldn't contain a groan himself. His arms supported your body as you came down from your high collapsing onto his chest. He hold you tight in his arms, with the other hand he brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead affectionately.

"You're okay?"

"uh hm"

"You did it so well, I am so proud of you."

You hummed again looking for his lips and when you kissed him with such intensity, he felt his cock pulsing inside you so hard that it was impossible for you not to feel it too. And as you were you, you giggled "Oh you need to cum too"

He couldn't contain the cocky smirk that rose to his lips. "Yeah, it would be amazing. Do you think I deserve it?"

You lifted your head facing him and pretended to think about it "Yeah, I think you do."

"Right? Only now I'm going to come inside you. Is that okay? You're in birth control, right?"

"Now you're asking?" You scolded him.

He sighed and in a second he turned you, your back on the mattress and with his hand went back inside you "I'm a doctor, I know what I am doing. Now answer my question so I know if I should cum in or out."

You moaned as he thrust against you, even though you had just come your body still seemed to react to him. "In"

He chuckled "That wasn't the question" He thrust again, this time a little harder.

You nodded trying to think clearly "I am in birth control"

"That’s great, baby"

Stephen kissed you ardently as he thrust against you in a slow, rhythmic way, it was different, sensual and while he did it the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard escaped through his lips and made your chest swell with a newfound passion and a love that somehow you always knew it was there.

You touched his face, brushing away the lock of hair that fell over his eyes. He groaned softly turning his face to kiss your hand. You were sated, more than that, your body felt like jelly beneath him and even though each slow, rhythmic thrust had your walls contracting around him you doubted you'd ever be able to cum again and you didn't care, now all that mattered was his pleasure, his moans and grunts, his sweaty body over yours as he leaned on one hand, the other gripping the headboard, while his mouth never seemed to get enough of you, kissing, sucking and biting every bit of skin and flesh that he achieved while looking for his high, for his own pleasure now and even if that was the only thing you recognized as sex, with Stephen it was different. You didn't feel like you were being used, at least not in that way, the wrong way. With Stephen you felt loved.

You noticed when his breathing got more ragged, the thrusts lost rhythm and his moans got louder, he was being so loud and you loved it.

"Fuck baby you feel so good, I wanna cum so deep inside you, mark you as mine, tell me I can."

You couldn't hide your smirk while remembering what he said earlier.

"I thought you weren't going to ask permission tonight."

He bit his lower lip "It's more pleasurable than I imagined." He seemed to think for a second "You know what, pull my hair"

You stared at him not sure you understood "You... really?"

He thrusted hard "Please baby, do it, do it now and talk to me, tell me I can cum"

You threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled as hard as you could, his head lolling back and you could feel his cock throbbing violently inside you in response "Cum for me, Stephen, you can cum, please... cum inside me."

Stephen groaned loudly when you pulled his hair again and then with one last thrust he spurted his load inside you. It felt so warm and nice to have it all filling you up.

Stephen's hands gave up and he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight for a second before he propped himself up on his elbows, but his face was in the crook of your neck "I love you baby, I guess I always did. You have no idea how hard it was for me to see you with him."

He confessed finally looking at you. There was a sparkle in his eyes that you've never seen before.

You kissed him tenderly "I am here now with you, that's all that matters.

He smiled lazily, gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and stood up. He came back a minute later dressed in sweatpants and a towel in hand, he cleaned you up slowly, carefully and patiently and before you could protest, he used his magic to heal the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck. When he finished, he got rid of the dirty towel and went to the wardrobe where he grabbed a shirt and handed it to you.

You smiled shyly, but put on the T-shirt.

"I'm going down stairs to make sure everything is in order. Do you want anything?" He asked

"Water"

You lay down next to him, your head on his shoulder, your arm around his waist.

He nodded and left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts. Did that really happen? Was this really happening? Did you just had sex and were really going to sleep with Defender Strange?

Before you could come to any conclusion he returned with the glass of water you asked for and handed it to you. You drank it all quickly and put the glass on the bedside table. Stephen was already lying beside you, his arm outstretched for you to snuggle close to him.

"Stephen..." You called him breaking the silence.

"Hm"

"Did you mean it?"

He stared at you without understand

"We are really together, I mean, like a couple? Is that what you meant when you said I'm yours?"

He smiled reassuring and placed a tender kiss on your lips "Yes, baby."

You bit your lip, still not convinced.

"What’s wrong?" He asked

"It's just that it's hard for me to believe something a man says while having sex... that's why I need to know if you mean it."

"Y/n..." He touched your face affectionately and then sighed "I love you. That thing I said about not believing what the Ancient One predicted? Bullshit. I know it’s true. I think I've loved you since the first time I saw you and yes, I know it's sounds creepy, but I didn't see you that way back then. I always had a lot of affection for you, but I fell in love with you when I realized what a beautiful woman you had become."

He shook his head like he was mad he couldn't find the right words to explain and was afraid you'd get it all wrong. "What I mean by all this is that I mean it. We are together and I want everybody know that you are mine."

You were silent for a minute and the next thing you knew your hand was in his hair, absentmindedly twirling a strand around your index finger.

"I love you too. I guess I always did" You cooed. "You make me feel normal and special at the same time. What we did, it was... I really enjoyed it."

Stephen shook his head "I'm glad you did." He sighed melting with the way you played with his hair. He was still amazed that he had made so many discoveries about himself that night. He who thought he knew everything was surprised by the way he took pleasure in submitting to you. Slightly, but that's what he did. He wondered how far he could take this and was excited by the idea of being yours.

"Are we going to talk about the 'pull my hair' thing?" You asked suddenly and although your voice had a sleepy tone, he could almost listen to the smirk on your lips. Stephen chuckled dryly "Not much to talk about. It's as new to me as it was to you"

You lifted your head, staring at him. "So you've never done this?" He shook his head, feeling the smooth movement of your fingers in his hair. "I just like this so much..."

You seemed to understand what he was talking about because you moved your fingers to his scalp stroking and eliciting a low moan from his lips that almost sounded like a purr. "Like this?"

"Uh hm" He hummed holding you tighter in his arms. You seemed to enjoy having him under your control. He enjoyed it, he was sure he did. "I do, baby, I like it very much."

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