#I'm sure he could have done this with his sleeves down tho

[thisisntreaver]

I know castle fairfax has got to be so fucking cold in winter and luciens out here, sleeves rolled up, and for what??? Child murder????

#fable #fable 2 #lord lucien #lucien fairfax #if he was anyone else I would call him slutty but this man is....so mentally unwell #I'm sure he could have done this with his sleeves down tho

[wolfiesmoon]

Ratted out

sometimes friends and family accidentally (or purposefully) reveal things they shouldnt :)

characters featured: Leona, Kalim, Jade, Jack

ufff idk whats wrong with me but i ended up creating an entire (unrelated to this fic) movie plan related to twst this is mentally stable activities, truly

also unrelated but the new event got me SCREAMING how do they look so good😫

ᐟᐟ☆๋࣭ ⭑໑ Leona Kingscholar

when hanging out with your boyfriend Leona, a little lion boy suddenly jumps him and he immediately lets you go

who is this child???

"Uncle Leona!" the boy clings onto him and you can feel the annoyance eminating from Leona

it's like its own aura thats how annoyed he is🥴

so his nephew (you presume) looks to you all of a sudden and asks "who are you?" with an innocent look on his face

"I'm his lover...?" you said, a little unsure. But when you looked to Leona, he had a look of pure horror on his face...? What is even going on?????

"What?! No way, you're dating Uncle Leona?!" the kid got all excited and ran off somewhere before you could stop him

"...What have you done?" Leona hissed at you through clenched teeth, holding his forehead

you do realise you just revealed that he's dating you to the most big mouthed child in the world, right? that his whole family will know in a matter of minutes, right? that you've basically just invited yourself to every future family gathering at once, right?

and sure enough, in a few minutes he got a surprised text from his brother which he left on read 💀

"Damn brat..." he muttered under his breath, you still confused over what just happened

ᐟᐟ☆๋࣭ ⭑໑ Kalim Al-Asim

let's be real babes there is nothing for his siblings to rat him out on because he immediately told his family he was dating you

however....😈

his siblings happened to overhear a little something...

"Hey, hey." one of Kalim's younger brothers pulled your sleeve, wanting to tell you something

"yes?" you answered absentmindedly, thinking he's going to start talking about a strange thing he saw today or something

"Kalim's gonna marry you." he whispered to you, looking around to make sure no one heard

You laughed a little. "If you think so." you pat his little head

"No, he was like, asking mom if he can marry you soon. We heard it." another one of his brothers joined in after hearing the tea being spilled

"What?! Really?!" you're both extremely surprised and happy and mad at his brothers for ruining the surprise right now

oh well, what's done is done, and now you know Kalim is SERIOUS about you

that gets you thinking about wedding stuff now...🤔

What none of you know tho is that Jamil overheard all of you

"Okay, maybe we need to scrap the whole surprise wedding proposal thing..." he sighs, making a mental note of it and preparing to dissapoint poor Kalim

ᐟᐟ☆๋࣭ ⭑໑ Jade Leech

jade is like... oddly nice to you after you first meet him

you're a little wary of him considering his reputation but he hasn't done anything weird at all so... might as well accept his gifts?

one time he approaches you with jade in tow and you think absolutely nothing of it since they're together like 90% of the time anyways

"Hello there, are you enjoying your lunch?" he just sat down next to you without asking if he can at all 😔

"Uh, yeah, I suppose." you didn't really know what to tell him and it seems he doesnt know how to continue the conversation either so u just kinda... stare at eachother while Floyd casually steals a bit of ur food

"Maaaan, aren't you like, supposed to be crushing on Little Shrimpy or something? Then taaalk about stuff, I'm bored." Floyd looked bored when he saw the two of you didn't start talking about weird stuff

Jade simply smiled at you, telling you to ignore Floyd

But on the inside he was planning approximately 10 ways to... get rid of someone without others noticing

or alternatively, just beating the everloving crap out of his twin brother if the first plan is not a possibility

"Do you have a crush on me?" you wanted to know now...

"That's for you to think about." he smiled oddly eerily, but then just started talking abt something mundane 😥

ᐟᐟ☆๋࣭ ⭑໑ Jack Howl

You're visiting him for the first time because you got curious what his family is like

OF COURSE HE'S AN OLDER BROTHER IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW

his younger siblings immediately ambushed you with their little sniffer noses as soon as you stepped in the house🤔

"Who are you?" they asked, always curious about anyone that Jack brings over

When you told them who you were, they immediately ran away to "TELL MOM" and were literally screaming that the two of you are dating so loudly that the whole neighborhood could hear

You could also hear some woman (who you presume is his mom) laughing from somewhere in the house so uhhh.... atleast she isn't mad about it?

You looked back at Jack who seemed more annoyed than anything

"Aren't you gonna... go stop them?" you asked, raising a brow.

"Nah, I was gonna tell mom I'm dating you anyways. I'm just mad that they beat me to it." he crossed his arms, huffing in annoyance

"Actually, speaking of, isn't me dating you kinda a big deal? You told me before that wolves have one partner for life." you actually got kinda nervous, i mean, you gotta impress his family good now

"It is. But I think everyone's just happy I got someone at all." Jack looked at his overly excited siblings who were still celebrating

"Wow, that's sad." you sassed him 😝

"...I shouldn't have brought you."

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗ #wow im finally writing for someone that isnt the big three ™ on my blog gimme a pat on the back for effort #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x y/n #twst x you #twst x yuu #twisted wonderland x yuu #leona x you #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x reader #kalim x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x yuu #jade leech x reader #jade leech x yuu #jade x reader #jack howl x reader #jack howl x yuu #jack howl

[bunnyluvs-blog]

txt reactions: bf!txt when you wear their shirt (smut)

tags ! Suggestive/smut ,, Somnophila ,, thigh riding ,, blindfoldeds ,, degrading ,, semi public sex ,, eating out (will make a full smut on one member if requested)

Soobin: You always wait for soobin to come home from work. No matter what. However this time, you spent all day hard at work you could barely keep your eyes open on the drive home. You took a quick shower and just threw on whatever you grabbed firsts. Snuggle into the bed, hell it wasn't even your side of the bed. You fell asleep hoping soobin would understand. Well once soobin came home and saw you in his shirt, he was done for. Slowly lifting up his shirt on you, he left small marks and hickeys all over your chest. He knew you had a thing for Somnophilia. And it was one of his major turn ons so why not test it out on his pretty little bunny <3

Yeonjun: While he was in the kitchen making coffee for you guys. You were getting ready for the day. You decided to wear one of your many shirts that you stole from your boyfriend. This one he wore to the ama 2022 award show however. it was too long to be worn as a normal shirt. So you threw on some small shorts and a belt to make it a semi-dress. Without the shorts- if ur raised ur arms ur ass and everything else could be seen. You made your way to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around him. A soft "hi baby" leaves his mouth as he turns around to face you. Only to see the opening of ur chest pushed up against him. You're ass peaking out since you were on ur tippy toes ? Did he forget to mention how pretty you look in his shirt with your cum running down his leg ? He will just have to show you then.

Beomgyu: God fuck how were you this perfect? Blind fold covering your face as he fucked you in his shirt. The soft fabric didn't even cover much since well- he unbuttoned the whole thing after he got you where you are now. You're moans filling the room as the shirt sleeves slide off of you. "Aww look at you, you're so small my shirt can't even stay on you" he said in a mocking tone as he fucked you harder. He was always one to talk down on you when you were just so submissive too him. He didn't even have to fight u to get the blindfold on. You just listened to him like the dumb pup you are.

Taehyun: "What are you some kinda fucking whore?" God was he pissed off. You looked so damn good while you guys went to the park for your date. A short skirt, Knee socks, and his damn shirt unbuttoned almost to where you could see your chest. Well now the shirt is well off of you. The Starbucks restroom door locked as teahyun bends you over the skin. "Showing over everything damn thing you have, and in your own boyfriends shirt." He hasn't even touched you where u need him most. Hes just been hitting ur ass over and over and over again, you're sure your screams can be heard from the people outside. He pulled your head back by ur hair. "You. Car. Now. You're gonna sit and not whine or beg until we're home. And if you do I'm not gonna let you fucking cum at all." Oh boy did your plan work

Huening kai: you were snuggled up on the couch with hyuka just watching a movie. You've felt as if your plan to make him fuck you failed. And you were just so fed up. You wore his shirt after hearing what your friends bf did to her after she wore his. And damnit you wanted that treatment too. Little did you know hyuka wasn't doing any better then you were. Every 2 minutes you had to pull the shirt back up from falling off. Your damn chest being flashed to him so much. This last time tho, he couldn't take it. Flipping you onto ur back and pulling your panties down to your ankle. Hyuka was done with waiting. "Huen ? What are you doing..?" You ask as if you had no clue. "Im gonna take you let me eat you please..pleaseee you look so good in my shirt I can't hold back" You didn't even get s chance to answer when he licked your clit slowly <3

Reminder !! If a story is requested from one of these I'll probably do it !!

#x reader #fanfic #fluff #tomorrow x together #txt #txt fluff #txt x reader #beomgyu #kpop x reader #txt yeonjun #txt soobin #txt taehyun #txt fanfic #txt huening kai #txt post #txt smut #tommorow x together

[racfoam]

Hello👋 new reader here I just want to say I’m loving not you not now could I ask tho is it a series or dose it just start from the graveyard ?? Keep up the good work thanks again

Hello, anon! Welcome to the train! I'm happy to hear you're enjoying it!

Okay, so, I was inspired to write not you, not now by reading she walks in beauty series by @mayfriend which is THE Tomarrymort Soulmate fic with Female Harry. It's one of the sacred texts.

she walks in beauty has three fics, covering Year 1 to Year 3. Please go read them and please leave some comments on them and give the author some love, because without their fic, nynn wouldn't exist!

I will link everything below+ summaries.

she walks in beauty series by @mayfriend

Liar! is still the first thing Harry Potter ever says to Lord Voldemort. Quirrell doesn’t know the words, had never met his master with a body and a scribbled-on wrist, but the thing on the back of his head starts, hesitates. Her wrist, he hisses to Quirrell, before he can stop himself, check her wrist. Quirrell flicks his wand at Harry’s tied up body, and her right sleeve rises. Her ribbon flutters to the ground. Even Quirrell understands, then. Master, he says, the stutter now long forgotten, Master it says… it says... Show me! Obedient, and terrified, Quirrell turns and the terrible, snake-like face looks down on Harry with those red, red eyes. She scrabbles for her sleeve, a task harder said than done when your arms are trapped at your sides, and she isn’t quick enough. Avada Kedavra, Voldemort reads in his own flawless script, and fury rises in him along with understanding.

best of dark and bright by @mayfriend

What have we here, a voice crows from somewhere inside her mind, hmmm, difficult, very difficult… brave, but you would have to be wouldn’t you? Not a bad mind, and talent - oh my goodness, yes, such talent. And you want to prove yourself, don’t you? Have a hunger for it… to prove you’re more than a soulmate… but where to put you… Not Slytherin, Harry thinks as clearly as she can, not Slytherin, not Slytherin… Oh my dear girl, the hat mutters, are you sure? You could be great, you know, and Slytherin could help you on the way to greatness, it’s all here in your head… I want nothing to do with him, she concentrates so hard that she thinks she might give herself a headache, I don’t want his words, I don’t want his mark, I don’t want to be in his house- Understood, the hat grumbles, well, if you’re so against Slytherin, then it had better be- “-GRYFFINDOR!”

A soulmate AU where Harriet Potter thinks she has enough problems in her first year at Hogwarts without her soulmate being the man who killed her parents, thank you very much, but she doesn't get a vote.

best of dark and bright by @mayfriend

Harry’s dreams that night were frenzied, disjointed, terrifying. There was blood on the walls, blood on her hands, an animal lying prone at her feet. She was laughing. She was laughing, high and cruel. A flash of green light. A scream. Blood on the floor, not water. Blood going up her arms, as if she’s stuck her arms deep in a bath of it, and a voice - the voice in the walls - I smell blood, it chorused in a thousand languages, I smell BLOOD! She tried to run away, but only seemed to get closer to the crime scene with every turn. Moaning Myrtle was a girl, a real girl, but then she was on the floor, glassy eyed and empty, and always afraid, always hiding. I will return for you, Harriet Potter… promised the monster, and Harry believed him. Second year of my Soulmate AU, wherein Harriet Potter's hopes for a nice, quiet year are thwarted by a singularly determined house elf, two bickering best friends, and a strange boy in a fifty year old diary.

shade the more, ray the less by @mayfriend

Harry stepped to the front of the queue. She gritted her teeth as the sand morphed and transformed. She couldn’t think of what shape the boggart would take, but when it stopped, she suddenly realised that there was no other shape it could have been. Tom Riddle stood before her, scarlet eyed, still in his Slytherin uniform with his prefect badge. In his hand was a small, black book that Harry knew by sight. “Harriet Potter,” he said her name clearly, and he smiled, but his eyes were cold and dead. Harriet Potter had almost allowed herself to be optimistic about her third year at Hogwarts. Almost. But then, she remembered her track record, and right on schedule, she learns an escaped convict is hunting her down, and that soulmates are not as cut and dry a business as she once thought.

There you go, anon!

I think you need to read she walks in beauty to understand not you, not now better because as I said, it's inspired by she walks in beauty and I treat it as my love letter to that series and it references events in she walks in beauty. In fact, the title of "not you, not now" came to me when I was thinking of how she walks in beauty Harry would react to the graveyard. The "not you, not now" is exactly Harry's thought process in the graveyard, and it spans throughout nynn, following the theme how Harry is not ready to meet Voldemort, little less be with him as a soulmate. He is the "you" in the fic's title, title given by Harry.

It was supposed to be a graveyard one-shot but then I shot myself in the foot and wrote more.... And more.... And more... And more...

And here we are, 2 years later, on Chapter 46 😅

Hope you enjoy the read! ❤️

#asks #she walks in beauty #tomarry fic rec #I will never stop reccing this fic #female harry potter #female harry potter fic rec

[albertasunrise]

Life's too Short - Part 1

Masterlist

Summary: After Colombia, you weren't sure you'd ever be able to trust Frankie ever again but circumstances bring you to realise that life is too short… You just hoped you weren't too late to mend fences.

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. (It's angsty tho… been sat on my PC a while so decided to finish it… don’t hurt me. Just being festive n’ all!)

Follow on from Skip to the Good

Your fairy tale love story with Frankie had fallen to pieces the moment he'd decided to go on that trip. He'd sworn to you that he would never break your trust again and yet when he'd chosen to hide the true nature of what it was he was travelling to South America to do. He's broken things beyond repair... Or so you'd thought. 

You'd been gone by the time he had gotten back. 

Your wardrobe cleared and the nursery was empty. He'd fallen to his knees and sobbed as he looked around at the bear home the two of you had built together and then his eyes had caught sight of an envelope... Its contents destroyed him. 

Upon learning from a neighbour that Frank was back, you visited with Mia so that he could see her and so that you could work out a schedule for her and Alicia. To say that it was the hardest thing you'd ever had to do was the understatement of the century. 

You sat and watched him smile at her as she had her afternoon bottle. She kicked and babbled as she ate. Completely unaware of the circumstances between you and her Papi. 

"How is she sleeping?" He asked, his head darting up to look at you. 

He gave you the sweetest smile and for a single moment, you wondered if you'd made the right decision leaving him. 

"Better." You replied with a small nod "Got her into a schedule now which seems to be working. Alicia's sleeping better too now that she's not screaming the house down every two hours." You finished with a chuckle, not returning the dazzling grin he gave you. 

"That's great." He replied, his expression falling slightly "You're doing amazing with them." He finished, his eyes then returning to his daughter who had all but finished her lunch. 

He propped her up, burped her and then pulled her to his chest so he could change her. You'd forgotten what a natural he was with her and you felt ashamed that a month apart had done that. When he'd put her down for a nap in the nursery he'd since refurnished for the girls, you knew what was coming. It was an inevitable conversation. 

"How are you?" He asked as he sipped at his coffee, unable to hold your gaze. 

"I'm okay." You replied "Tired. Balancing work and single motherhood has been a challenge." 

"So that's what you are now then?" He asked and you flinched "We're over then?" 

"Frankie I-"

"I fucked up." He interrupted and your mouth snapped shut "But I went because Pope told me that I could change yours, Alicia's and Mia's lives. I had the best of intentions at heart when I went." 

"You lied to me, Francisco." You snapped "After everything that had happened with the drugs and your licence..." You trailed off, knowing you didn't really need to finish that statement "I forgave you and you swore to me that you'd never lie to me again Francisco... Then you did, two - months - later..." You punctuated. 

"Baby I-" 

"Don't Frankie" You pleaded "Don't call me that." You sobbed "Don't make this harder than it already is." 

"I love you." He choked, his eyes filling with tears "This is... Shit, it's been the hardest month of my life trying to navigate my days without you." He stopped to rub his eyes with his palms before wiping his nose with his sleeve and sniffing "I want to try and make things right with us. I don't want to give up on us." 

"Frank-" 

"I refuse to just roll over and let what we had, die." 

"Well, you should have thought of that before you fucked off to South America." You growled, shutting him up completely "I will come back later to collect her." You said as you started to gather your things "I can bring Alicia with me then too." 

"Okay." He replied numbly, nodding his head as he stood to let you out and then watched you with a heartbroken expression as you got in your car and left. 

He'd really fucked things up. 

~

"How are things?" Asked Ben as he poured Frankie a beer from the pitcher he'd just bought, brows knitted in concentration. 

"You want the honest answer to that?" He snorted, taking a sip of his beverage "It's shit. I see the girls once a week and get them every other weekend. I'm missing out on everything with Mia and Alicia's changing so quickly too." 

"I'm sorry man." Will sighed sympathetically.

"Well, I guess that's what I get for trying to improve our circumstances through sketchy means." 

"You deserve better than this man," Benny said as he placed a friendly hand on his arm but Frank could do nothing but shake his head. 

"Nah." He replied as he shook his head "No I don't." 

They stayed at the bar a few more hours before Ben and Frank hopped in the older man's truck. Will was staying with his fiancé that evening so Frankie had offered to drive the younger Miller home. The drive went by in relative silence. Small talk was shared here and there as Fish approached Ben's place. 

"You do deserve to be happy Fish." Ben sighed as the two men watched the light turn green before he turned his head to look at his friend "You deserve the-"

He was cut off by glass smashing and the sound of metal buckling from the impact. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Ben's eyes locked on Frankie as the car was pushed along the road before finally. 

It all went black. 

... 

The sound of knocking woke you from your deep sleep. 

You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you rolled over to look at your alarm clock. 

00:15

Who the hell would be knocking on your door at gone midnight? You pulled your gown on before making your way over to the door in question, your expression growing puzzled when you opened it to see Will standing on your doorstep looking utterly wrecked. 

"Sorry to bother you so late." He choked as he allowed his tears to fall "There's um... There's been an accident." 

"Will?" 

"Ben and Fish they uh... Well, they were driving home when Franks's truck got t-boned by a drunk driver." 

You shook your head. This couldn't be happening. 

"Ben's in bad shape. Broken leg, arm and he's got a head injury that they want to monitor." Will choked out, his shoulders shaking as he tried to keep his voice steady. 

"And Frankie?" You asked and Will sobbed even harder "Will... what about Frankie?" 

"The car hit the driver's side." He started and you thought you were going to be sick "He lost a lot of blood. He's still in surgery now but they don't think... they don't..." 

He couldn't say it. 

Couldn't get the words out. 

They didn't think your husband was going to make it. 

Your legs gave out beneath you and you collapsed into Will's arms as you practically screamed. You cried fat tears into his t-shirt as he held you close and when the tears dried up you allowed him to help you to your feet. 

"I need to see him." You said, voice shaking as you grabbed your phone "I just need to sort the kids and then we'll go." 

Less than an hour later you were walking into Ben's room, sobbing at the sight of him laying there, his left side a mass of plaster. His face was swollen and littered with cuts but the smile he gave you was enough to settle your nerves a little. 

"Hi." He all but croaked and you choked on a sob. 

"Hi."

"How're you feeling?" Will asked, giving his brother's arm a friendly squeeze. 

"Felt better." He chuckled and you allowed yourself to smile a little at that "How's Fish?" 

Both yours and Will's faces dropped. 

"What?" 

"Ben-"

"What aren't you telling me?" He pushed and you felt yourself slipping again. 

"Ahh, you're awake." Said Ben's doctor and you let yourself breathe a moment "How are you feeling Mr Miller?" 

"Like I was in a car accident." He grumbled and the doctor chuckled "How is my friend?" 

"I'm here to discuss your condition, Mr Miller." 

"Just cut the bullshit doc." Ben pleaded "Is my friend okay?" 

"No." The doctor replied simply and the room fell silent. 

"What?" Ben whispered as his throat tightened. 

"Mr Morales has suffered severe injuries." The doctor started as he scraped his hand over his mouth "I am not in charge of his care but I can tell you that he is on life support in the ICU. He lost a considerable amount of blood. He's also suffered severe internal injuries and a bleed on his brain." 

"What does that all mean?" You choked and the doctor gave you a sympathetic look. 

"It means that you need to prepare yourself." He replied plainly "He's lucky to have made it through surgery. He crashed twice on the table. If he makes it through the night then we will have a better idea of what his chances are." 

All you could do was nod. 

The circumstances you were now facing felt like a dream. You were going to wake up at any moment and it would all turn out to be some horrendous dream. 

Only it wasn't... and you were in hell. 

...

You'd collapsed again when you saw him. 

His black and blue form was smothered, in white bandages and gauze. Tubes seemed to stick out from him left right and centre but the one that took your breath away was the one that jutted from between his lips. You took a few ginger steps towards his bed. Holding onto Will for dear life as you came to a stop beside your husband. 

"Oh, Frankie." You sobbed as you took his bruised hand in yours "Shit." 

"He's strong, sweetheart." Will said as he pulled you into a sideways hug "He'll get through this." 

You knew he was trying to reassure you but the truth was that you were feeling sick with guilt. You'd spent the last two months making a point of ignoring his attempts to make amends with you. You'd refused to give him an inch. To sure that he would let you down again.

Yet now you were facing the harsh reality that your husband was probably going to die. The doctors had told you so in so many words. 

Prepare yourself

That was something you said to someone whose family member was about to slip away. No, Francisco Morales was going to die. 

And he'd never know that you had never stopped loving him. 

"Come back to me Francisco." You said softly, bending forward to kiss the one inch of skin that wasn't marred by the accident "Please." You pleaded. 

Your reply was the horrendous notes of Francisco coding. 

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Smutty Valentines: Day Ten

First time with Drayton Sawyer

Drayton Sawyer x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: virgin Drayton, I wrote this with tcm 1 and 2 Drayton but younger like ( mid to late 30s in mind. But if you're into boning old man Drayton, you can still read this like you're boning him I guess?), truck sex, fluff, slight ooc with Drayton, morally grey reader, vague sex (could be anal or vaginally)

Having privacy with your boyfriend was rare given how chaotic the household that both of you live in is with his family. You know that Drayton loves his family in his own way but you also know that he also wants some time with you on your own.

The both of you were in his old pickup truck to drive to the gas station. The hum of the radio playing old country music filled the mostly silient nature of the drive. Your hand was on his lap, leaving light touches on his clothed thigh as Drayton drives down the dirt road.

"It's so nice to have this time with just us, Dray.. I love your family to pieces, they're basically the only family I have.. they sometimes are just too loud at times."

You sighed comfortably as Drayton takes one of his hands off the wheel, gently holding your hand. It was rare for him to be physically affectionate when it came to you. You know that he obviously loves you but he's not the best at love and emotions.

"You're a real blessing in my life, you know? I know you deserve a better life than what I can give you as a poor country boy.. but I'm proud you're mine."

Pulling the car over to the side of the road, Drayton turned off the ignition to the truck, leaving the back window down for the slight breeze to circulate the car. You carefully looked at him with confusion as he turns to face you.

"I've never done this before. I would like for you to be my first time having sex."

A blush dusted his sun-kissed cheeks as a wave of vulnerability settles into Drayton. Sex was a rather taboo topic in your relationship, something that was rarely spoken of outside of the traditional sex after marriage.

"Are you sure you want to? I don't want you to feel pressured into doing something you're not comfortable with."

You were flattered to be asked to be his first sexual experience but you also wanted to do so when he's comfortable and ready to have sex. Before you could continue to speak, you suddenly felt Drayton's chapped lips pressed against yours with a unfamiliar hunger.

Your hands swiftly undo the buttons of his trousers, freeing his erected cock while he unbuttoned your shirt, exposing your bare chest for him to see. You pulled away gently, pulling off your pants before pulling off your pants and underwear.

"Let me know when you want to stop and we will stop, okay darling?"

You told him gently as you positioned yourself into his lap, his leaking tip against your eager hole. Slowly, you lowered yourself down his shaft, letting him stretch you out slowly. His soft groans filled your ears as you let out a couple of moans yourself.

Although you weren't a virgin, you've only had very little experience yourself aside from the occasional masturbation you were able to do when you get any sort of alone time, which is rare living in a household like the Sawyers.

The thrusts were slow and sensual as you wanted him to get used to the unfamiliar feeling of being inside of you. His moans only fueled your own arousal as you moved yourself slightly faster, causing his hands to move to your back, leaving faint scratch marks on your skin.

Your lips kissed his as he suddenly tenses up, filling you up with his cum. His nails went deeper into your skin in response, causing you to moan out. Slowing down to a stop, you pulled away from Drayton, carefully wiping the sweat off his face with the sleeve of you shirt.

You moved yourself from his lap, causing Drayton to hiss softly from the feeling of you moving off his softening cock. You slid on your pants and underwear as he looked to you.

"I didn't make you cum yet tho.. I want you to enjoy it."

You gave a smirk while buttoning your shirt on to the older male before carefully taking his hand into yours.

"Drayton, darling, if we get to the gas station, we can continue our fun.. I might even show you a few more things~"

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[httpiastri]

is this seat taken? – ln4

you can't help but to think special thoughts about lando, especially when he looks that good.

genre: suggestive

pairing: gender neutral!reader x lando norris

warnings: mentions of alcohol, very foul language and mentions of... 18+ stuff...

requested?: no

author's note: aaaa idk about this one... just wanted to publish it to be over with it ig. hope u enjoy tho! also there's one sentence that makes me scream every time i read it LMAO im sure you can guess which... ALSO this was proofread but it's late and i'm tired so i likely missed a bunch of stuff

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lando looks good today.

far too good.

you'd be lying if you said it doesn't get you into a specific type of mood. even as he's been your partner for a long while now, you can still sometimes have a hard time controlling how you feel around him. to some people, that would be something to keep the spark going and the relationship strong. but to you, right now? in a room full of people? not optimal.

it's max's birthday today, so there's a party in his apartment for a bunch of his friends, who by association are also lando's friends. your boyfriend has been having a busy couple of weeks recently due to racing, so you really loved that he could use this day for relaxing.

but did he really have to look this good when doing it?

the moment lando was done dressing up earlier today in your apartment, your jaw had almost dropped to the floor. that black shirt, the perfectly messy hair, the necklace, the watches... it was hard not to look at (and think about) him in a certain way. but, you decided to push those thoughts away for as long as you could, occupying yourself with other things and other people.

you've spent most of the night chatting with max's girlfriend and some other friends and, thankfully, the living room couch you are sitting in has no view into the kitchen, which is where lando has spent most of the evening.

but now, he has left the kitchen to watch a game of beer pong. in the living room. right in your line of vision.

he's opened the top buttons of his black dress shirt by now, which makes your feelings from before reappear. he's also folded up the sleeves of it, and your head goes a bit dizzy at the way he leans back into the lounge chair, his hands folded behind his head as he watches his friends play with a big grin on his lips.

you partly blame the alcohol for the way you can't rip your eyes off him.

you think to yourself that there's just nothing else you can do but surrender. what good is there in putting up a fight when your opponent doesn't know about it? and when the opponent isn't actually an opponent, just your extremely handsome boyfriend?

the girl you had been talking to excuses herself to go use the bathroom, and you see your chance. standing up from the couch, you down the rest of the unnameable concoction in your cup before setting it aside. light on your feet, you make your way over to the boyfriend and stand so close to him that your knees touch his legs.

he looks up at you. "hello, there."

you smile at him. "is this seat taken?" you ask.

both of you know you don't mean the chair.

"i guess not," he says and you take it as an invite, plopping down right onto him so you're straddling his lap. the action earns you a couple of wolf-whistles from other party guests, but you know they'll die out any moment so you pay them no mind. lando seems to not care, either. "what's up, baby?"

"i don't know, i just..." you place your hands on his shoulders, looking into his sweet, sweet eyes. "i just missed you."

his hands come down to hold your waist. "yeah?"

you nod. "yeah. did you miss me, too?"

"oh, you bet."

you shuffle a little on his lap, pretending to find a comfortable spot. pretending like you don't know how your hips grazing against his is affecting him. "i was just thinking about... tonight..."

"tonight?" lando tilts his head.

you nod. "and what i want you to do to me. and how good you make me feel."

your voices have automatically grown low, not wanting the outside world to be a part of your own little bubble. it was one thing to let people see you sit on your boyfriend's lap; another to let them hear everything about what happens behind the closed doors of your apartment. there’s no need for them to know.

lando shivers slightly, the corners of his lips tilting up. "you're unbelievable." his hands start to slowly move up and down your sides.

"but you love it, don't you?" he nods instantly and you pull your entire body forward until you're as close to him as you physically can be.

your right hand drags down to rest right on his chest, waiting for a moment. "your heart is beating so fast," you snicker, looking between your hand and his face.

"well, how am i supposed to tame it when i have this gorgeous person sitting right on my dick?"

you gasp, now using your hand to slap his chest instead. "you're not looking too bad yourself, mister," you hum, letting your arms drape around his neck. "i can't stop staring at you. you've looked so good ever since we left home. and now, you're so beautiful like this, trying to hide the tent in your pants and how horny you are because you're around friends-"

"you've got a pretty big mouth for someone who's about to spend half the night begging for something to fill it with."

your jaw drops. "there's no way you just said that."

lando's hand moves up to smooth over your cheek before pulling your face towards his, pressing a kiss to your lips. you keep your face close when you part, and it's like everyone else in the room has disappeared; it's just you and him left, sitting alone with no one watching you. "the second i get you alone," he kisses you again. "you better start undressing." he kisses you again and again, and it feels like time has stopped and the rest of the world is nothing more than a background to your story.

but then, your little bubble bursts. someone from the beer pong-table yells towards you. "hey lando, up for a round?"

lando pulls away from you and he merely smirks at you before answering. "of course."

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[jameui]

GUILTY MISTAKE

PAIRING: Kang Yeosang x M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNINGS: M!reader bullying sweet baby Yeosang, bad friends

SUMMARY: You've made a huge mistake once when you were a child and it's been in your head for the rest of your life, haunting you unless you've done something about it.

Just last month, you had turned six years old and you couldn't be more happier. For some unknown reasons, you liked how you grew older after every year, mostly because you receive gifts from your mom and dad and, of course, your friends who were about a year older than you.

Every year, on your birthday, you'd get expensive items and presents that you have been wanting for so long and foods that you get to eat with your family and friends. Loud music booming through the speakers, giggling while you made jokes with your friends laughing at almost everything due to the excitement and adrenaline that rushed through your bodies.

But, once everything was over and you know that everyone had to leave, you just keep on wishing that it was your birthday everyday. That way, everyone could still have fun and be happy with you, but then again, where's the thrill in that? They'd probably grow tired of it.

Right now, you were playing with your toys that you received creating specific sounds that corresponds to the action you controlled them to do, when you heard the doorbell ring making you gasp with joy at the thought of having a guest paying a visit.

You stood up from your position, your short legs running towards the door as you reached for the knob and turned it to open the door for the person behind it. The door moves wide open and reveals a woman who didn't look quite older than your mother, while you smiled and looked up at her. "Good morning!" You greeted her.

The woman's eyes fell down to you, beaming with glee at your politeness. "A very good morning to you, too, deary." She replied. "Is your mom or dad around? We're actually new to the neighborhood. We just moved from Busan."

You nod your head to answer her as you walked up to your mother who was in the kitchen cooking lunch. "Mom, someone's at the door for you."

"Really? Who is it?" Your mother asked you, wiping her newly washed hands on her apron.

You shrugged your shoulder, holding onto your mom's hand. "Neighbor said she was new." You and your mom was now in front of the door and the two women greeted each other as the other woman handed out a basket to your mom while you waited patiently for your mom to give it to you.

As soon as she did, you waggled your small feet towards the table before you caught a glimpse of a kid, not much taller than you, peeking from behind his mother's pants. He looked scared and shy, but it seemed to you that he wanted to approach you, but he was just too timid to do so.

You gave him your million dollar smile that made the small boy giggle at your friendliness, you jumping down from where you sat with a small groan when you hit the floor. You ran back towards the door, now seeing the chubby boy whose tummy was curving like a small hill on his stomach.

He wore a blue tiny jumper that fit perfectly onto his body, with a striped long sleeves under his jumper, white socks and shoes that almost looked worn out. You approached the boy a comfortable distance away and looked behind the woman that looked to be like his mother, a wide smile still present on your face as you waved a hand at him hello.

The boy bashfully hid, only leaving his arm to be left seen while waving back at you hesitantly. You could see how much the boy struggled to make friends with you so you decided to close in on the distance leading your feet towards the boy and poked your head out that made the boy flinch. "Heya there!" You said, now standing in front of him as the little boy hid his eyes away from you. "Don't be scared. People tell me I'm kind." You giggled softly, the other boy glancing up at you before quickly looking away once again. "I'm M/n, by the way. How about you? What's your name?"

He looked up at you shyly and stammered. "I-I'm Yeothang."

"Yeothang? What a unique name." You beamed, but he shook his head to correct you.

"No, no. Yeothang."

"Oh, you got a lisp." You said at the sudden realization and he nodded his head. "So, Yeosang?" He nodded again. "Yeosang. You have a pretty name." You said, finally noticing the birth mark that decorated the side of his left eye. You gasped and pointed at it. "Wowza! You have a cool looking tattoo!"

"It'th... It'th not a tattoo, M/n." Small Yeosang said, hesitating to call you by your name. "Mommy told me it'th a birth mark."

"Ooh, a birth mark. I wish I had one just like yours." You pouted. "I've got nothing."

Yeosang giggles at you making you smile. "That'th okay, M/n." He said and looks at you with his small brown orbs. "You look great even without them." He said, before he sniffed due to his runny nose that caused a snot to fall from his nose.

You were able to see this and pulled the hem of your shirt to wipe it from his nose and smiled brightly at him, which in turn, earned you a face of shock from Yeosang. "There."

"But, I dirtied your shirt." He furrowed his brows.

You waved it off and gave him assurance. "Don't you worry. My clothes get cleaned pretty well, so it's alright." You told him. "Oh, hey, wanna eat the snack your mom gave us? I saw cookies there. I bet you love cookies."

He nods his head once and immediately, you took his wrist into your small hands that barely closed around it as you pulled him inside and to your kitchen table. You let Yeosang take a seat first, since he needed a little help from his small size. You were next to take seat, settling on the seat beside him. You opened the basket that was wrapped with a cling wrap to secure it properly.

You let yourself drool at the sight of all the delicious delicacies that was inside the basket. "That is a lot." You chuckled cutely, unable to decide which baked goods to eat first. Throughout your process of thinking, your mother and Yeosang's mother had finished their conversation and the latter was called over. Yeosang gave his mother a small 'coming', before climbing down the seat as you pouted. "You're leaving already."

"I'm afraid tho, M/n." Yeosang replied sadly as you thought.

You pondered for a moment before you hastily took a bunch of the delicacies from the basket and went down to give it to Yeosang. "Here. I want you to take this with you. Eat them, or else."

Yeosang nodded and gave you a look of delight at your kind and cute gesture. "I will, M/n." He said before he jogged off to his mother showing her what you gave to him.

"Bye, Sangie!"

"Bye, M/n."

The following day, you were with your friends by the children's playground playing a round of tag, you being the tagger. "Tag, you're it!" You yelled on top of your lungs once you were able to catch up with the smallest of your group of friends, who whined in protest and stomped his foot.

"I'm always 'it'! Why can't it be—"

"Can I play, too?" That all too familiar sweet, honey like voice came from behind him, taking all of your attentions as your head all turned to him and revealed the very shy Yeosang. "I know how to play the game. We uthed to play that back at home."

"Yeosang, of cour—" You were about to reply, but your friends' rejection to his action of joining cut you off.

"Ew, no way. We don't want your boogers and sticky green nose liquid on us. Get away!"

"Yeah, go away! We don't want you playing with us."

"Booger boy!"

"Go play in another playground!"

Those were the words that your friends threw at him that got you shocked from hearing what your friends were saying to Yeosang. Your eyes had widened in shock while you could clearly see the hurt in his eyes that was now glossy with his forming tears from the mean comments he received from your friends. You clearly didn't know there was something going on with your friends and Yeosang.

Yeosang's pleading eyes was placed onto you as he waited for your answer, fiddling with his fingers. Your friends were the best people you could ever have and losing them never crossed your thought, so to avoid this situation from happening, you did what you thought was going to keep them as your friends. "Sure. You can play with us." You said, which made Yeosang hopefully smile, but he immediately took it back from what he heard next from you. "If you weren't so disgusting."

At that, you smirked and all your friends bursted out laughing giving you a clap at the back, the dejected Yeosang hanging his head low, feeling embarrassed. Although he was shamed upon, he still knew you had that kindness inside you and guessed you might have done that for a reason, so he gleamed and looked back at you. "Alright. Maybe next time? When I'm not snot booger rocket anymore." He snorted while laughing that made you all look at him like he's a weirdo.

"Go away! We never want to play with you, again."

And what you thought was just a one time thing, became a permanent bullying towards the poor little boy who only wanted to make friends and play with you. Before they left Busan, he had promised his mom that he wouldn't be the shy boy his parents knew him as, and become friends with the children at their new home, but it looked it was 'friends' that didn't want him.

Their first day, the day he met you, he was so excited and happy that he was able to make a friend, even if it were you who was the first one to approach him. He admired how you were so brave to befriend him and your politeness was one of the things he praised you for. He also thought you were a really kind and friendly kid, but looking at it now, it looked like he was wrong as he was once again rejected to play with you, seating on one of the swings that were a far distance away from where you and your friends played tag.

He sighed, but he didn't want to give up that easily so he ran to you while giggling repeating the words, 'I wanna play' over and over again which got to your friends' nerves, to the point where one of them pushed Yeosang to the ground which got your mouth gaping at the shock, while Yeosang stared up the person who pushed him, eyes starting to swell with tears. As though the fact that he was pushed to the ground wasn't enough, the same person kicked him by the leg which got Yeosang shouting in pain, before standing back up crying and ran home.

You made your way to your friends and glared at them. "Hey, that was too much."

"Why do you care so much?" He sassed at you. "He deserved it."

Your glare didn't falter, but softened when your eyes caught sight of a crying Yeosang. While your friends started to pile up in the middle of the place, you were still caught up in your thoughts, wishing you had just been nice to Yeosang and left your friends for treating Yeosang like that.

Yeosang didn't deserve it. He was a sweet, innocent and kind-hearted boy. He was too pure for this world. He didn't even give up once on trying to be friends with you, but all you ever did was tease him and mock him, call him names like 'booger boy' as you all called him as, 'weirdo', and all sorts of things. Finally realizing your fault, you sighed and regretted the treatment you gave Yeosang. "Sangie..."

A month or so after, you heard about the Kang family moving to another neighborhood which made you feel so bad and hate yourself totally. You didn't even get to say your sorry to Yeosang properly. The little boy never again showed up at the playground and only did when he was asked to throw the trash, all bundled up under so much clothings, since it was winter. That was the only moment you could ever see him.

You rushed out of your house and saw that they were now entering their car, you zoomed across the street and called Yeosang. "Yeosag, Yeosang! Wait!"

This got his attention, snapping his head towards you with a big smile. "M/n! You came to thee me off?" He giggled, making you feel guilty.

You shook your head and knitted your brows. "Why are you leaving? Where are you going?" You asked all in one go.

"We're moving back to Buthan, thince mom wath able to find a plathe there where it'th rent free and could all fit uth in." Then, he leaned in close to your ear to whisper. "Don't worry. I never told mom that your friendth hated me." He giggled secretly.

"Sangie... I also did bad things to you.." You told him sadly.

"I know." Yeosang smiled. "But, I know you didn't do it on purpothe."

"Yeosang, the car's about to leave."

"Oh, I gotta go now. Bye, M/n." He said and waved you goodbye while entering the cab and rolled the windows down while he smiled up at you. "Hope to thee you thoon again, M/n." He said one last time before the car drove off to their destination.

And there it goes. Your last chance to say sorry. Lost. Now, you're left with a lingering feeling of pure guilt and regret.

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Years after and you have disbanded with your friends, you are still living with the regret that you made from when you were young. You had just turned 18 years old last month and you were even sadder than the last. Instead of wishing gifts and presents from your new found friends and families, you were only wishing for Yeosang to come back so you could just tell him how much you were sorry and hug him so tightly that he wouldn't be able to breathe.

Your sullen look was noticed by your mother, who by the way, already knew your sin towards Yeosang since you had told her about it already. The first time you told her, she was aggravated with you for not being the child she had raised you to be. You told her the purpose of your action, thus the reason why you left your friend group and boy was your mom right to have let you leave them. What once was playful, turned harsh and violent and you didn't want to be a part of that. "What's wrong, honey? Don't you like your gifts?" Your mother asked you in concern.

You shook your head and sighed. "It's not that. I'm just... feeling like a total jerk."

Your mother sighed at you sadly and sat down beside you, patting you lightly on the back. "Honey, what you've done was wrong, but trust me when I say that Yeosang has a kind heart and if you ever tell him you're sorry, he'd forgive you right away."

"Thanks, mom." You said. "But, people change as they grow."

"Not Yeosang."

You rolled your eyes at your mom with a smirk. "Sure mom. Not Yeosang." You shook your head in disbelief. "I just wish you're right, mom."

You stood up from your seat, as your mother did and walked your way out the door taking in the fresh air of the morning during spring season, when all the trees stood straight and tall, the flowers blooming with all their beauty. You smiled at the sight and took the camera that was hanging by your neck, over a sling and took a picture of the ethereal scenery.

You walked past your porch and started heading to the park to get some takes on your camera to post on your Instagram to entertain your million followers. As you did, you were able to pass by an ice cream stall, so you took a quick stop and bought three scoops of (favorite ice cream flavor) with chocolate syrup and sprinkles to top it off.

You were wearing a smile, happily licking your ice cream away. You let your eyes explore the world around you, finding everything interesting. All these years, the place had been making a lot of changes. From buildings to parks and work towers, everything just felt new, as if you never got to spend time, at least once visiting these places throughout you're whole eighteen years of existence.

You finally arrived at the park, everything from your childhood flashing back through your head. The once only a children's playground is now a family park, but rather than being reminded by the joyous memories, you were able to remember the memory that's been haunting you for life.

You couldn't believe yourself that you had the ability to bully such an innocent kid, while you kept blaming yourself for their sudden moving away. If you had the power to turn back time, you'd make things right with Yeosang and be a better friend to him, which you couldn't do because you wanted to be with the 'cool kids' when all they ever did was make a person's life miserable.

You found a bench to seat on and checked through the pictures you took on your camera, laughing at a video of Mingi getting drunk with Yunho, carrying him like he was a puppy. You just missed those two so bad. You never got another chance to meet them, not even once, since they're both now busy with their job and you're still here trying to find a way to pass the college entrance examination.

Whenever they're around, you three would always be loud as fuck and wouldn't care a thing about the world, just as long as you three are happy. Of course, you didn't go too far just to be happy, unlike the friends you once had.

You still had the smile on as you sighed satisfied and rested your camera back down to let it hang on your neck. You looked around you and saw children playing by the fountain, their parents watching with glee at the sight of their children playing happily. You grabbed your camera and took a picture of the wonderful scene.

You took a few more shots, satisfied, you were finally about to leave with not much else to do, when in a distance you heard a gruff voice call out to you. "M/n? Didn't expect to see you here."

You looked behind you to see Mingi who was in his suit holding a case, his golden wrist watch shining brightly under the sun's light. You smirked and scoffed. "I could tell you the same thing." You said all the while crossing your arms over your chest. "Mingi, are you slacking off?"

Mingi rolled his eyes at your teasing. "I take my job seriously, M/n. I'm not the same person who cuts classes."

"Sure. Sure." You mocked him, while he glared at you. "Anyways, how are you and Yunho doing?"

The brown haired male smiled at the thought of the taller male and sighed. "Oh, you know. The usual. Us missing you and wanting to baby you."

This time, it was you who rolled your eyes, the smirk on your face growing wider, if possible. "You both still on that?"

"Well, you're pretty much the reason how we got together. So, it's just a way of us showing our gratitude for having you in our life." Mingi patted your head making you giggle at the simple contact.

"I just hated how you two were so dense with all the signs you both tried so hard to make the other notice. I had to do something, at least." You said.

"But, weren't you the one who told me you had feelings for Yunho?" He teasingly wiggled his brows at you, making you blush profusely.

"Shut up. There are pasts that should be forgotten and it includes that." You huffed, puffing up your cheeks making you look like a little squirrel. "And you promised we would never speak of this ever again." You pulled your brows in disappointment, looking up at him. "All you do is lie."

"Hey, hey. I don't go that far." Mingi defended himself, before pulling you into his arms to hug you. "But, if you're so embarrassed about it, it'll be just our little secret."

"Don't even promise me if you're just going to break them in the end." You deadpanned making Mingi let out a deep voiced chuckle.

"Alright."

Soon, the two of you parted ways, waving your hands to each other to say goodbye. You were making your way back home, when you noticed a moving truck from the house next door. A new neighbor? You walked up to the truck driver to greet her and do some important interview. "Good morning, ma'am. Did someone just move in?"

"Oh, nice to see friendly faces up in here." She chuckled. "It's not everyday you get the luck to meet one." She sighs from her aching back, before exhaling deeply. "Yeah. Rich families, to be exact. Paid me a good tip." She said making you giggle.

"I see." You laughed lightly. "Well, have a great day, ma'am. Hope to see you, again." You waved her goodbye, the woman doing the same to you.

You hummed to a song as you finished your walk, now in front of your porch, your mom tending with her flowers. "Had a good day, honey?"

"Better than great." You replied. "I met Mingi on his way to his job. Thought he was slacking off like he usually does." You chortled, earning a playful slap on the back from your mom.

"Oh, you." She told you before she led you inside and went straight to the kitchen. "Oh, by the way, have you met the new neighbors next door?"

"Nope." You answered, popping the 'p' with a purse of your lips at the end, then sat down on a seat excited to eat the apple pie your mother made while you were away. Once, it got placed down on the table, you hurriedly dug in with your barehands, but before you could, your mother slapped your hand making you pout as she folded her gardening apron.

"That's for the neighbors." She informed you, your mouth opening in understanding while nodding your head. "And I'm letting you do the honors to give this to them, since I believe, the new neighbors' son was a friend of yours."

"A friend? Who?" You asked with a raised brow, but your mother only gave you a wink and carefully hands you the apple pie. With no other choice, you stood up and wore your bunny slippers, too lazy to put your shoes back on, as you headed to the house next door.

You walked up the small stairs that led up to the house's front door and knocked three times. You waited for a reply, but you received nothing, so you waited before knocking on the door, once again just in case they didn't hear you.

Alas, a male's voice was heard, shouting a loud 'coming' to inform you that someone was finally coming for the door. You stood there patiently with a smile, practicing in your head what you will have to say to the male. The door soon flew open and appeared a tall man, who looked freakishly handsome, his features flawless that it's making it hard for you to look away. He was so surreal. Like a character pulled straight out from a comic.

You tried to utter a word, but the lines you prepared in your head was long forgotten. "Uh..." Was the only word you could ever stable.

"Er.. Is that for us?" The male asked you, snapping you from your thoughts and nodding your head, taking notice of the small lisp he had with the letter 's'.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. It's for you and your family." You said. "It's actually a tradition, so we make the new neighbors feel welcome." You added and slowly gave it to the male infront of you, a smile gracing upon his features. Goodness, his smile is so stunning.

He accepted the gift and took it into his hands. You bowed curtly and had decided to make your way back, when the male had caught your attention. "Wait, don't go just yet. Why don't you come inside and have a bite?"

And who were you to turn down an offer from a cute guy? "Uhm, er, sure. Yeah, I'd love to." He lets you walk inside first as he closes the door, a small creak and click coming from it.

"Hol'up, you're not a pedophile, are you?" You suddenly asked out of fear. "There's been a lot of news going on around the world and I've prepared my whole life, so I can fight you."

"No, no. For sure, I'm not." He said as he walked by past you, leading the way to the kitchen to guide you. Once you two made it to the kitchen, the things on the table were cleared, the car keys hiding it in his pockets. "Take a seat. I'll go grab some plates."

"Your mom and dad?" You asked out of the blue, making him chuckle.

"You're so full of questions." He told you. "They're buying groceries."

"Oh." You let out silently, sitting down while fiddling with your fingers since you got nothing else to do.

The male came back with what he intended to get and placed one on your side, then one on his, moving to the kitchen isle to get a knife to cut the pie. "So, how's your life going?"

You thought for while taking a long deep breathe. "Well, I guess you could pretty much say, complicated." You answered and when he didn't speak back to let you keep on talking, you continued. "There's days where I feel so happy, then there are days where I feel miserable." You looked up at him while he cuts the pie. "I just wish... I..." You trailed off once you were able to catch a glimpse of the discoloration of a certain area on the side of his head. Wait a minute. That birthmark...

The moment you were able to figure it out, you jumped up from your seat and widened your eyes in shock. "Yeo.. Yeosang..?"

He let out a small chuckle, before stopping his actions and looking up at you. "So, you saw my tattoo, huh?"

You couldn't believe it. He was back, but different. He's no longer the chubby little boy with snot running down his nose, he's now a total hottie and he's even taller than you already. "O-oh my gosh.. Yeosang.. You look so.. different."

"Well, I wanted to be your friend badly, I decided to change for you, but it was also a self-decision, so don't feel so bad, M/n." Yeosang said. He did change, but his personality is still the same old Yeosang.

"Yeosang, I was your friend. I was just a coward." You sadly said, your guilt even growing bigger. "I'm so sorry."

Yeosang moved to your side and pulled you into his arms, the strong scent of something sweet and musky all at the same time, tickling your nose. His embrace was so warm and caring that you never wanted him to pull away. "M/n, I have forgiven you a long time ago, already. You don't have to say sorry, anymore."

"Just let me do it, Sang. The thought of not being able to see you again keeps plaguing me for days." You admitted. "I kept on blaming myself that I was the reason why you moved away."

"No, M/n, you're not. Please, don't be hard on yourself." He said, caressing your hair. "It was a family business, so we had to move to a place near dad's work place."

You gave him a light punch and stifled a laugh. "You should have told me sooner."

You both got into a comfortable silence, before Yeosang decided to break it. "Well, how about we eat and catch up on each others' lives, yeah?"

"That sounds lovely."

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hey! can you write something about a kink of asking harry to hit you in the face? just asking him to slap your face and then he calls you a whore i know i'm weird. thank you so much :)

u are not weird!!! this is a common kink that when done consensually is 100% okay imo :) kinksame, bruh. i have not personally done this tho, so my response to this is going to based entirely off of my imagination. enjoy!

also i was mid-way through writing this and saw this gif which i’ve incorporated so enjoy.

warning: face slapping, slight degradation (consensual)

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

The idea had started when you were at a girl’s night with your best friends and someone brought up fantasies. One of your other friends mentions face slapping, and suddenly the thought wouldn’t leave your mind. 

It wasn’t like your sex life with Harry wasn’t good, either. You two experimented a bit in the bedroom, but your boyfriend was such a softie that anything too harsh had him hesitating. When he’d slapped your ass for the first time, he’d asked you three times if you were okay before doing it again. So you knew if it wasn’t going to happen (which you desperately wanted it to) if would have to be on your suggestion. 

You had been horny all fucking day. Harry had been in conference call after conference call, but you had a day off (a “skeleton day” you boss called it, where work was optional, and you never worked if you didn’t have to). Usually on days like these you took advantage of Harry being less busy than you, and would end up in and out of bed all day. But today, he paid you very little attention and you were about to go into your bedroom and take care of it yourself. 

When the clock struck five o’clock you decided enough was enough. You knew how to make Harry pay attention to you, how to press all of his buttons, how to get him horny in under ten seconds. So, you went into your shared bedroom and stripped off all your clothes and replaced you regular bra and underwear with a lacy black set he’d bought you that left very little to the imagination. Then, you went into the closet and picked through the shirts on his side, before settling on a light blue silk button down that would bring out the blue in your eyes. You pulled it on, leaving it unbuttoned except for one in the middle of your stomach and tugged your hair from its bun.

You wanted to have some fun tonight, and Harry was going to give it to you. 

He was still in his office, but you didn’t hear the sound of his voice, instead just the click of computer keys. You pushed open the door which was ajar, and stepped into the room, drawing Harry’s eyes up to you. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed--you could see it from where you stood--as he took in your appearance. Then, in a gravely voice he said, “’s that my shirt?”

“It is.” You took steps towards him, keeping his eyes on yours while you moved. “Was hoping you could take it off.”

“Fuck,” he breathed as you rounded the corner of his desk, stopping a pace away from him. “Yeah, I can do that, love.”

His hands reached out and you closed the distance, so they rested on the skin of your hips. His fingers pressed in a bit harshly, the cold of his rings singing your flushed skin and you loved it. He crept up your torso, the callused pads of his fingers brushing over you as he reached the button. When he popped it, the shirt fell open, the lace over your breasts coming into to full view. 

A low groan left Harry’s mouth as he took in the sight in front of him. “Didn’t pay any attention to you today, ‘s that it? That why I’m gettin’ such a treat?”

You brushed at his jaw, looking down at the harsh lines of his face. “I’ve been waiting all day,” you whispered and Harry gulped at your words. “Nearly soaked through my underwear at the thought of you.”

That had Harry standing up and pulling you up, your legs fitting around his waist as he carried you out of his office. Your lips pulled and prodded at the tender skin of his neck, nipping and drawing moans from him as you worked a bruise onto the side of neck, the one on the side you slept on so you could wake up in the morning and it be the first thing you saw. He was holding your hips so tightly you wondered if there’d be an imprint of his hand afterwards, but you didn’t mind. 

Kind of liked it, actually. 

He kicked open the door to your room and dropped you to the bed, the duvet puffing up around you. “You,” he said between harsh kisses to your lips, “are going to be,” you moaned when his fingers pushed at your bra strap, “the death of me.”

His shirt was pooling at your wrists, and your chest was rising and falling under his touch. You knew this is when you had to mention what you wanted, otherwise you would be far too gone to have this conversation with him. “H,” you said, drawing his eyes from your chest to your face. “I want to try something.”

His eyebrows quirked. “Okay.”

“I want you to slap me.”

“Your ass? Already do that.” He leaned back in to kiss you, but you pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him.

“My face.”

Your words fell like bricks in the quiet room. His eyes widened and you could see his body still at the prospect of what you wanted. “What?”

“I want you to slap my face,” you said and each time you said it you were more sure it was what you wanted. 

But Harry was conflicted, you could see it written all over his face. “Y/N, I don’t know...”

“Want you to,” you said again, brushing at his chest delicately. “But if you don’t feel comfortable with it, we don’t have to. I know it’s a lot.”

Harry’s eyes flickered across your face, considering the idea. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You softened, a small smile forming on your lips. “You won’t. And I’ll tell you if it’s too much--promise.”

His fingers brushed across the smooth skin of your cheek, a loving touch you leaned into. “Okay,” he finally said. “But I need you to communicate with me? Tell me if you want more or less, all that.”

You nodded. But there was one more thing, one more thing that had been floating around in your head. “There’s one more thing.” Harry’s chin dipped, encouraging you to speak. “Can you call me names?”

His head quirked to the side. “Names?”

“Like...mean names.”

That same sharp exhale as before fell between you. "Mean names? Like what?”

He was going to make you spell it out, wasn’t he? “Whore.” You could feel a blush rising on your cheeks as the word left your mouth. 

You watched as Harry gnawed on his bottom lip, considering the request. But then, he nodded, ever so slightly. “I’ll do it,” he said, “but I want you to know that I don’t mean it outside of this scenario. Okay? You hear me?” You nodded, and Harry brushed at your cheeks again. “Any other requests?”

“You’ve got too many clothes on.”

That had Harry laughing, breaking the tension between you. “Well, I can take care of that.” He tugged at the buttons that secured his long-sleeved button down around his wrists, unfastening them. You watched and honestly, it was really fucking hot. When he slipped the shirt off, your hands were on him immediately, running over his exposed skin. Then he pushed off his pants, leaving him in just his underwear in front of him. “Better?”

“Much.” You crawled back on the bed, leaving the shirt of his you were wearing on the floor next to his pile of clothes. Harry followed you, tugging at your ankle when you got too far away, a yelp drawing from your chest that had you both laughing. You adored this part about sex with Harry--it was filled with moments like these that made you love him even more. 

He pushed your legs up and fit his hips between then, his dick resting innocently against your clothed center, and let your legs fall to either side of him. He was resting on his ankles, lips pink from kissing you, eyes blown out in desire as he took in the sight of you, barely clothed, sprawled out in front of him. Fucking goddess, you were, and he told you. “You want me to tell you before I do it?” He asked, fingers running circles over your thighs. 

You considered his words. “No, surprise me.”

Harry nodded, and then he was bending at the waist, licking over your nipples, the wet of his saliva soaking through the lace on your chest. Your breath heaved in your chest, desperate for more, anything more he would give you. “H, please.” He peeked up at you and knew what you wanted immediately. 

He reached behind your chest, hands smushed between your back and the bed, and unclasped your bra, tossing the material to the side without a care in the world. Then, he tugged your underwear and you lifted your legs up so he could pull them off. When he shifted, his dick nudged against you, the only thing between you being his boxers. And it was torture. You moaned wantonly, unable to contain yourself, and pulled at his arms wanting him closer. 

He met your lips with passion, drawing and pulling at your lips as he ground his hips into yours. You could feel him rock hard and you knew your wetness was all over his boxers. But all you could think was when was he going to do it? The anticipation was killing you. 

“Dripping for me,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice dropping an octave as he nipped at your bottom lip. “Feel that, baby? Goin’ to make me cum in my boxers.”

“H,” you panted, gripping his torso. You needed more, anything he could give you. 

He pulled away, and you had only met his eyes with yours when you felt the impact on your cheek. You realized he hadn’t taken off his rings, and you could feel the cut of them on your skin, the impact of metal on your face sending shock waves through you. 

And then, his words dripped into the space between you. “Squirming like a little whore underneath me, hmm? Want me to fuck you?” 

Your mind was a mess. Your breath was coming in pants, trying to absorb everything that was happening, the pain that had softened on your skin that had you pushing your face into his hand, desperate for more. His words made you buck your hips up, as if to say, Yes, please, yes. 

He bent towards you, and whispered in your ear, “’s that okay, angel?”

Checking in on you. Your sweet, sweet love. “Yeah,” you said, “felt good.”

“Want another?”

“Please.”

Harry wasted no time, delivered another sharp smack to your cheek. It wasn’t hard, not too intense where your head snapped to the side or anything. But it was enough to leave a sting, enough for you to moan his name and pull at his neck, reconnecting your lips. You wondered what your skin looked like, if it was red, if you could see the outlines of his rings. Kind of liked the idea, if you were being honest. 

“Fuck me,” you begged when he licked at your neck. “Please.”

He sucked at the juncture of your jaw and neck and you gasped, putty in his hands. “Yeah? My little whore wants me to fuck her?” You nodded, hands clenching in his hair. With a searing kiss to your lips, he pulled away. “Okay, baby.”

He turned, pushing his boxer briefs down and off his legs, before returning to you on the bed. Your legs moved to rest on etiher side of his hips, finding a home hooked around his beck. He didn’t waste any time--he pushed straight into you, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

You both groaned from the feeling, your wetness making the slide easy. Harry’s head hung as he tried to hold himself together, and you couldn’t help yourself--you swiveled your hips up, wanting more. “Uh-huh,” he said though, holding your hips to the bed with his hand. “None of that. Goin’ to take what I give you, yeah?”

Your chin dipped, nodding fervently. You would do anything for him. And then he pulled out and back in, your walls gripping him tightly. Fingernails dug into his shoulders as you panted his name, curses falling from your lips without abandon. That’s when he let go, snapping his hips to yours in a fast rhythm, letting both of you chase your releases. You were close already, the foreplay leaving you squirming on the bed. 

Sweat dripped down both of your bodies as Harry pushed in and out of you, your legs shaking on his hips. His hand that wasn’t holding your hips down rested at the side of your head to hold his body up, and you watched in fascination as his muscles rippled under his skin, his biceps and shoulders tense and release with the movement of his hips. 

All you could hear were the noises between you, his hips hitting yours, the bed creaking, your wetness squelching between you, but you didn’t care in the slightest. It was the sound of you, the sound of him loving you in every way. “H,” you mumbled, hooking your arms around his neck. “Want you to come with me.”

As much as you were putty for him, he was wrapped around your finger in every shape and form. The foreplay you’d requested was surprisingly something he enjoyed, but it was all for you--he would do anything you asked. So when you requested him to come with you, it was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.  “You goin’ to come for me, baby?”

The roughness of his words from before were gone, but you didn’t mind. You loved his tender petnames, the way his head sagged and he kissed at your breasts, leaving marks you’d prod at tomorrow and remember with a smile. 

“Come for me,” he begged, pistoning in and out of you with a a fervor. “Need it. I want to come with you, but need to feel you. Can you do that for me?” He was mumbling words without even processing what they were, his mind on fire. “Can you come for me? Promise I’ll come too. Fuck, I promise. love.” 

He fell to his elbow, chest pressed against yours as he kissed you. The closeness is what pushed you over the edge, the. desperation in his voice. You were clawing at his back, gasping his name, walls clenching tight around him as you came. The feeling of you around him had his hips stuttering, with one more push and then he was coming inside of you, shaking as he collapsed fully onto your body. 

Both of you gasped for breath, pulling in air as you fell from your highs. He stayed inside of you, both loving the feeling of closeness it provided. You scratched at his scalp and then down his spine, calming him and he did the same to your arms. You were both touch-starved people and needed the same thing after sex--soft brushes of skin, simple kisses, just a minute or two to gather yourselves. 

When you had, his head lifted to look at you. “How was that?” 

He was checking in, making sure he had done what you asked and not too much. His eyes were warm, full of adoration. “Perfect,” you told him, pushing at a curl on his forehead. “Did you like it?”

His elbows pushed him up so he could hover over your face. “Yeah, actually.” 

You smiled. “Guess we’ll have to do it every once and a while, then.”

He nudged at your jaw and pressed an open mouthed kiss there, smacking against your skin. “Good thing you’re so damn demanding, huh?”

You laughed, pushing at his head, and he quirked at smile at you, eyes as wild as yours. You two were made for each, you thought as you looked at him. Perfectly designed. 

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warnings: fluff at first, angst ig, angry levi, hitch, swearing, arguing/fighting, yelling

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A couple of days passed since Zeke's sudden arrival. Eren agreed to your terms of his brother's stay with reluctance. He understood where you were coming from, though. Armin was right about him respecting your decision.

Tonight you and your bandmates would meet your large friend group at a nice restaurant nearby. You stood in the bathroom attached to your room, styling your hair the way you wanted.

In the last two days, you received texts from a few of your curious friends. They all seemed very interested in who you were bringing to dinner. If only they knew it was the strong-willed girl you'd had a crush on for years.

Sasha and Connie put the pieces together and teased you relentlessly about 'bringing a date to dinner'.

You were nervous to see the reactions of your friends when you walked in with Mikasa. Unlike you, they didn't get a warning of her return.

Stepping back from the counter and smoothing down your outfit, you exhaled softly. You took one final glance at the mirror and left the bathroom.

Two blonds were arguing in the living room when you entered.

"What's going on?" you asked cautiously.

"We can't leave him alone in the house while we're out. He's like a child! He already broke two vases because he slipped while looking for spare change!" Armin explained. He was wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks. He ran a hand through his silk hair then placed both hands on his hips.

Zeke protested, "Y/n, you can trust me. Don't listen to him, he's delusional." He was still in his usual attire, a t-shirt, and jeans.

Armin's face turned red from anger. "Why you-"

"You broke my vases?" you interrupted.

"No."

"He did! I watched him do it the second time!"

You learned the hard way that messing with Armin was a death sentence. Especially when he was mad. The argument had to stop before it turned physical.

"Zeke, get dressed. You're coming with us, but you sit far away. You don't talk to us or our friends." You pointed a stern finger at him.

He pouted and groaned like a child before slumping his shoulders and stomping down the basement stairs.

Armin rubbed a hand over his face and, in an annoyed fashion, checked his watch. "Will they ever be done?"

You chuckled. "You're always the first one ready. Don't you know that by now?"

He rolled his eyes and fell back on the couch. "Shut it."

Eren appeared at the basement door, looking frustrated. In his hand, he held out the tie to the suit he was wearing. "How the hell do you tie this thing?"

Armin sighed and stood back up, his rest short-lived. They made their way over to him and began to walk him through each step while his eyebrows only furrowed more.

His long hair fell around his face as he tried his best to maneuver the tie correctly. His face lit up once he got it right.

"How have you gone this long without knowing how to tie a tie?" Jean leaned his head out of the hall bathroom, which you didn't even know he was in.

"Shut up, Kirstein. I get by." He glared.

Jean laughed and fully emerged from the bathroom wearing a beige suit vest and slacks. Underneath, he wore a cream-colored dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was tied back in a short ponytail with a few strands falling loose.

Your eyes shifted back to Eren, who was struggling to put on his suit jacket and you stifled a laugh.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny." His words were hard to understand since he held around three bobby pins between his teeth.

You laughed some more despite his agitation. You were disrupted by the light clacking of heels on the stairs to the second story. Looking in that direction, you saw Mikasa walking down and you had to stop your mouth from dropping open.

She was wearing a simple tight black dress that reached just above her knees. Silver dangly earrings were in her ears and a dainty silver necklace hung around her neck. Her ring adorned fingers played with the hem of her dress. She smiled at you from across the room.

Eren bumped your hip and you nearly shrieked. His presence next to you had gone unnoticed until then. He snickered at you and nodded to Mikasa. You narrowed your eyes and tugged a lock of hair out of his bun.

His smirk dropped. "What'd you do that for? Now I have to do this all over again. Bitch." he grumbled the insult and left your side.

Mikasa walked over to where you stood. "Hi."

"Hi." You returned her smile.

She sucked a quiet breath. "You look nice."

You couldn't fight the grin that spread across your face at her simple compliment. "As do you."

She smiled again and you felt you might collapse from the surge of butterflies in your stomach.

Zeke came up from the basement, gaining everyone's attention. "What the hell are you wearing?" Eren chided.

He was adorned in a baby blue suit with ruffles decorating the dress shirt. You struggled to hold in your laughs, as did the woman beside you.

"Don't talk about it." Zeke lowered his eyes to the floor as Eren laughed loudly without shame.

"Marco's here to pick us up," Jean announced, shoving his phone into his pocket. He wanted to see Marco's reaction to Mikasa's homecoming at the dinner, but that dream was cut short when she answered the door to him the day prior. He was shocked, to say the least.

Sure enough, when you looked tho the front door, you could see the glare of Marco's headlights in the darkness.

He waved you all over to get in his car. Jean sat in the passenger seat, perks of dating the driver. In a backseat that was designed for three people, you were crammed inside with Armin, Eren, and Mikasa. Zeke was forced to ride in the trunk.

Mikasa was pressed up against your skin. In the confinement of the car, you could feel her warm breath tickling your shoulder whenever she spoke.

A shiver ran through your body and your hands gripped your knees. Nobody noticed, thank god. You were very grateful that the only light sources were phone screens and the button rims inside the car.

Everyone chatted mindlessly until Marco turned a corner into a parking lot. He parked the car near the entrance and got out with everybody following suit.

Once you were inside, you were greeted with the familiar smell of the restaurant. It was the one you always went to when meeting up with the group. You didn't know the owners, but Reiner did, and he was the one who planned these gatherings.

"Welcome to Galliard's!" greeted a blond man whose name tag read Colt. A look of recognition crossed his face. "Oh, it's you guys. Right, this way." He grabbed a menu for each person and led you to a large booth in the middle of the restaurant.

You took a good look at everyone. You all went to the same high school, some of you just didn't meet until later. Like you, Sasha, and Connie.

Five people were seated at the table. Two were missing. Ymir and Historia were late. Figures.

They all saw Mikasa looming behind you since each of them had some form of shock on their face. Several voices suddenly arose from the group.

"When did you get back? And why did I not hear about it?" voiced a betrayed Bertholdt.

"Mikasa, I didn't know you would be here," Annie said coolly.

"Oh my god, Mikasa!" Connie tried to act surprised.

"Mikasa! I had no idea you'd be here." It turns out Sasha was just as bad of an actor.

"This is your plus one, Y/n?" Reiner held a knowing expression.

"So no one is happy to see me?" Eren sounded hurt.

Reiner wasted no time standing up to pull you in for a hug. He pulled back after a few seconds and held you by the shoulders at an arm's length away. "Like the beard?" He gestured to his chin.

"Sure, Reiner, it suits you." You patted his shoulder and he returned your cheerful smile. He moved to talk to the others as Bertholdt came into your view.

When he hugged you, you noticed how much taller he was than you. You had to stand on your tip-toes to see over his shoulder. "What the hell, Bertholdt?" You fucking ladder," you blurted.

He laughed at your lovely way with words. "Hi, Y/n. It's been a while. I'm glad to see you're still doing well."

"It has. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. How's it going at the school?"

"It's definitely going. I'll tell you about it in a second. You wanna sit down?" He moved to the side to let you slide into the booth. Mikasa was on your right and Bertholdt was on your left.

Everyone was seated except for Zeke, who stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Eren told him to find someone to get him to a table. He just pushed up his glasses and left.

Across from you sat Sasha, Connie, and Jean who were laughing their asses off at something Marco said. Reiner, Eren, and Armin sat on the cushy bench across from Annie who sat on one of the three chairs pulled up to the table.

"So, Mikasa, when did you get back?" Annie asked.

"Earlier this week."

"What? You've been here that long and we didn't know?" Reiner gaped at her.

"We thought it'd be a nice surprise." You shrugged.

"I thought you were bringing a date. Or is she your date?" Connie teasingly wiggled his eyebrows while Sasha laughed loudly.

You blushed madly at his question. "Shut up, guys! You already knew I was bringing her, anyway."

"You knew?" Bertholdt's eyes boggled.

"No wonder you're so calm. Out of everyone I'd expect you two to go ballistic," Annie pointed out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Connie lifted his arms in an attempt to appear threatening.

A new voice spoke, "It means you're an idiot." You looked up to see Ymir stood behind Annie's chair with one hand around Historia's shoulders and one in the pocket of her suit jacket.

"Ymir, hi!" You greeted and she raised an eyebrow.

"This is your date?" She chuckled.

"She's not my date," you grumbled, folding your arms. Ymir just snickered and sat in the chair next to Annie's, Historia sitting next to her.

"Quit it, Ymir. Is that all you have to say to someone we haven't seen in two years?" she scolded her girlfriend.

"How is it, Mikasa?" Ymir turned and asked.

"It's good. Glad to be back." She gave a small smile.

"That's good to hear! We're all happy you're back," Historia said with enthusiasm. Mikasa nodded in response.

You picked up your conversation with Bertholdt from earlier about his job. He was an elementary school teacher and from what he told you, he was very good at what he did.

Other conversations went on, jokes were told, and by the time the waitress came to the table for your orders, you'd caught up with everyone. The whole group was excited Mikasa came home and it showed.

Her hand brushed against yours multiple times under the table and your shoulders tensed up whenever they touched hers. She didn't seem to mind the contact. You wished she'd just take your hand since you were too scared to do so yourself.

Those moments of giddiness were short-lived because you noticed two familiar figures at a table toward the back.

Hitch smiled maliciously and waved at you while bringing her champagne glass to her lips. Marlo sat across from her on his phone, drumming his knuckles on the table.

Your eyes widen and you quickly move away from Mikasa, startling her.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" She placed a hand on your shoulder with a worried expression.

"I'll be right back." You brushed her hand off and shimmied out of the booth, heading to the bathroom.

You pushed the door open and luckily no one was inside. Your hands gripped onto the edge of the counter as your mind raced. What the hell were they doing here? Why tonight? Your blood was beginning to boil as you became angrier by the second.

The door swept open and in walked the woman of the hour. "Hello, Y/n," she sang.

"What are you doing here? Can I not have a meet-up with my friends without you riding my dick?" you sneered, looking at her in the mirror.

Shock flashed across her face and she let out a breathy laugh. "Such colorful language, Y/n! I didn't expect that from you!" She turned to face the sinks and your eyes met in the mirrors.

"What are you doing here, Hitch?"

"I'm having a nice dinner with my friend, that's what I'm doing. It just so happens you were here tonight as well," she said.

"So it's a coincidence? If you say so, I don't believe you."

"That's exactly what it is. You don't have to believe it, but it's the truth. I can promise I wasn't planning on spying on you tonight." She blew her bangs away from her face.

She honestly couldn't tell if she was lying or not but your anger level was rising quickly and you didn't know if you'd be able to stop yourself from saying something you would regret.

"What is your problem, Hitch? Seriously, have you nothing better to do? I haven't seen half of those people in months." You tore your eyes away from the mirror to fully look at her.

"I told you, Y/n. I wasn't here for you. I don't have a problem." She narrowed her eyes as she stood at her full height, facing you.

You scoffed. "Tell me what your problem is. I want to hear you say why you're doing all this. You never did give me an explanation."

"I don't have a problem."

"Yes, you do. Why did you follow me in here? Do you think you can intimidate me or something?"

"I know I can intimidate you. Stop acting like you're the one with the power right now. I'm the one who has the guts to tell people what we were. You wanna know my problem? My problem is you. You couldn't get over a stupid high school crush. You still aren't over it and it's fucking weak."

You backed away as she got angrier with every word she spat. She hesitated for a moment and inhaled sharply.

"What's weaker is how much I care. I gave a shit about you and you couldn't see that she didn't. I knew about your feelings the whole time. You think I'm dumb? I know you thought of me as a distraction. And I liked being your distraction. But you run away from everything. You're a fucking coward."

You were too shocked to even try to apologize. Your mouth fell open and tears pricked your eyes.  Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were big. She blinked several times and the light caught a few wet streaks on her face when she turned her head.

"Hitch, I-"

"Please, don't say anything."

The state of shock you were sent into was broken when a sudden bang sounded outside of the bathroom.

Hitch looked desperate to get out of the situation, so she took the opportunity to bolt out of the bathroom. You took a moment to compose yourself before leaving to assure your friends you were okay.

The moment you stepped out of the bathroom, you stopped dead in your tracks when you were greeted with the jarring sight of Zeke seconds away from being punched in the face.

A man with short black hair was kneeling on Zeke's table with one hand gripping his collar and the other pulled back in fist.

"Zeke Jaeger right? You owe me a lot of money and my wedding ring," the man seethed and punched Zeke hard in the jaw.

He fell to the floor, clutching where he was hit. You stood there, stunned. Just as the man was bringing his leg forward to kick him, your instincts kicked in and you rushed to crouch in front of him.  You braced yourself for the impact that never came.

"You'd really kick a woman?" an unfamiliar voice spoke.

You looked up and saw him being held back by a man with a slicked back undercut and a bomber jacket adorned with patches.

Eren and Mikasa were at your side in an instant with the others following closely behind.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" Mikasa put her hands on your shoulders and you nodded. Eren shot you a worried glance while tending to Zeke.

The short man was still being held back by the guy from before, but now someone new was at his side. He looked like bomber jacket dude but with a different hair color and style. He was trying to talk down the black-haired man.

Bomber jacket interrupted, "Look, dude, you're scaring my customers. We don't do that shit in here. One of my waitresses panicked and called the cops. They'll be here soon for you if you don't take this the fuck outside."

"Porco! Watch your language," the brunette hissed. 'Porco' glared at, who you assumed was, his brother.

Eren and Mikasa helped Zeke up and began to lead him out of the restaurant. You and the others followed, except Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt who stayed to talk to the restaurant owners.

Once you had safely gotten outside, you sat Zeke down on a bench. Sasha managed to snag some napkins for his wound.

Everyone except for you, Eren, and Mikasa were seated on the sidewalk. You three were also on the bench.

The door to the restaurant was pushed open and two voices were heard. The short man was walking out and a taller blond man was lingering behind.

He noticed Zeke and stopped his mumbling. He pointed a shaky finger at him and his face contorted into a nasty glare.

"Where's my money, bitch?" he shouted.

"Levi, why don't you calm down before you do something again." The blond man said.

'Levi' scoffed. "I just want my money back. And my wedding ring. Where the fuck is my wedding ring?"

The color drained from Zeke's face. Levi yelled at him again, "Where the fuck is it?"

"I pawned it."

If looks could kill, Zeke would be dead. The pure anger that was displayed on the man's face was enough to make you cower.

"Let me at him!" Levi purged forward and Jean attempted to stop him, but just ended up on the concrete. He pushed past Eren and in the blink of an eye, Zeke was on the ground. He was getting the shit beat out of him in front of your eyes.

Your friends yelled at him to get off. The man who was following him tried to hold him back, but Levi seemed even angrier than he was inside the restaurant. Eren tried pulling Zeke away with help from Mikasa.

Sirens sounded in the distance and you knew they were growing closer with each passing second. The staff hadn't called off the police, you realized. "Guys," you called.

"I'm gonna kill you!"

The sirens were muffled by the yells.

"Stop, Levi!"

They were clearer.

"Get off him!"

They were loud.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

Blaring lights could be seen over the hedges.

"Get off my brother!"

"Guys!" you yelled over everyone. You pointed to the police cars that were now pulling into the parking lot.

posted: 9/7/21

neptunetheplanet7© 2021

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

#aot fanfiction #band au #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #modern au #snk fanfiction #attack on titan #levi ackerman

[amindofstone]

Match up, No. 11

Anon said:

Helloooo can I please get a one piece match up? I go by she/her pronouns and am bi. I enjoy skating and reading. I love to listen to other people ramble about their hobbies and interests, it's just so cute when they do that. I'm also a person that is shy at first but then will be more chaotic when I'm comfortable around you. I'm kinda lazy tbh and I love to listen to music while napping. I am a ravenclaw if that helps too. Thank you love!

a/n: Hello dear. I hope that you´re good and are somewhere you can enjoy good weather with good and lovely people around you. My dear anon I have to apologize for making you wait for so, sooooooooo long, but sadly I couldn’t get myself to do it earlier because of live and assailments. Anyways I still do hope that you didn´t forget about your request and still look forward to the work of mine. If there is anything that bothers you or you simply hate please make sure to tell me so I can work on it and give you something better and different. Other than that I hope you will enjoy what will come next. Happy reading, my dear anon!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: @m_snm_wd (Twitter) !!!

- Well my dear I choose to match you up with the number two of the revolutionary army. Our beloved chief of staff Sabo!

- When Sabo gets asked what made him fall in love with you, he would say your eyes. The moment he looked at you he knew that you were someone special. He knew that you were someone he´d get along with easily. He simply knew that you´d be someone he would love to be close to and always having close to him.

- You were a new comer at the revolutionary army and were about to introduced to some of the important people of the organization.

- Although you were just 18 you had great fighting skills. And on top of that you were an amazing fencer.

- You were currently walking next to a office worker of the organization who showed you all the important places in the base. You were about to walk up to the cafeteria when you bumped into the back of your guide who out of nowhere stopped walking. “It´s a pleasure to see you Sabo and Koala. How was the mission? Did everything go as planned?”,

- A blond tall man stood in front of your guide followed by a beautiful woman. Both of them giving you friendly smiles and greeting you before giving your guide a short info about their mission when Sabo stopped focusing on your guide but rather you. “You are the sword fighter that is now a part of us, right? This place might look a bit boring and gloomy but trust me when I say that it´s more than that. It´s great here and you get to see so much of the world in perspectives you never thought of. If there is anything you ever need just know that I am just one floor below you.”

- And that was your first ever encounter and talk in which he gave you a taste of his lovely smile that was able to light up a whole room no matter the mood.

- Sabo was always impressed of you. He always heard that the trainers complained about your lack of participation in the training sessions for the trainees and newbie’s. But Dragon never said anything because he knew how competent you were. And so did Sabo.

- The first times he tried talking to you, you always gave short answers or just listened to him ramble bout something. And he would have always apologized for not letting you talk too. And each time you would laugh and tell him that you liked listening to people no matter the topic. As long as they were comfortable.

- And so it came that he would always find you to have a walk with him so you could talk about something. Although he was talking the majority of the time.

- The little walks you would always have every day after dinner would turn into a little tradition. Whenever you wouldn´t have them he would think of the worst and get sad. Whenever he wasn´t able to see you he would be down and a total child that has to be dragged to a meeting by Koala.

- One day Dragon send you, Sabo and Koala on a mission. Everything was all good until a little mistake was done by Sabo simply because of him being a bit reckless and thinking he could shorten up the whole process even tho Koala told him he couldn´t. But that man never listens. Maybe his stubborn self was boosted more than usual because you were with them and he wanted to prove how great he is. But he would never admit it.

- Everything escalated in the blink of an eye. Koala was going nuts while scolding Sabo. And you? You were the definition of calm. You might be someone who was lazy but you were impressively smart. Logically and strategically thinking was your strength next to sword fighting. But you never spoke about your talent because you thought that when someone had a talented or was good in it they did not have to always show it off or talk about it. You always said that overconfidence was something you despised and avoided in all cost.

- And so it came that Sabo had the chance to get to see the intelligence in you and the burning determination in your eyes to complete the mission successfully. Sabo was in awe. He was impressed and had a huge grin upon his lips the whole time. Even on the way back to the base he would always have a tiny smile on his lips.

- After that mission he would always look forward to missions with you. He would always suggest you to accompany him on missions. But after some time it got suspicious and he always got teased for wanting to go with you on missions because these occasions were the only moments one could get you to come out of your room. And you didn´t mind at all. But Koala did because she knew that her friend found a liking in you but you simply couldn’t see it.

- Weeks passed and no sight of you realizing that the number two was crushing on you. Months passed and you were still as clueless as ever until Koala told you out of nowhere that Sabo liked you and left you overwhelmed and surprised. Alone in your room with your brain shutting down and intelligence leaving your body.

- After a few days in which Sabo hid from you and tried to avoid you at any cost you finally saw him at a meeting. When the meeting ended he approached you and tucked on your sleeve to get your attention since you were talking to Koala. “Do you have a minute? I would like to talk with you.”, he smiled at you with a little blush while he got lost in your eyes. “Sure. What do you wanna talk about? Did something happen?”, Sabo shook his head and offered you his hand and walked you out. He led you to the roof of the base and instantly got to the point right after he told himself to not do anything embarrassing. “y/n. Listen. I know this might sound weird but I truly like you. I thought I should tell you this myself although Koala already told you that and ruined everything. But that’s not the point. I am not telling you this because I want you to go on date with me but make sure you actually hear it from me. So if you, after this, still would like to be friends and keep wanting to spend time with me I really would appreciate it and would like you too….“

- Sabo was none stop rambling with no sight of him stopping soon. So you simply hugged him to stop him from rambling without an actual end. “Huh?!”, the blond man froze on the spot not knowing where to put his hands or if he should put his hand on you at all. “When someone usually hugs someone, they expect them to hug back. But it´s fine I took you by surprise.”, you said with a little smile on your lips while hiding your face on his shoulder. “That I know my dear, but they do not instantly hug back when they are in love and would like to hug that significant other all the time.”, the smile on your lips grew and made you look up. “So out of your words that were just a – I like you- turned now into a – I love you-. Glad to see that the hug worked and I could get you to speak what I wanted to say myself.”

- Congratulations my dear. Your sweet confession got one of the strongest men alive to blush and not know what to say. Flustered Sabo looked away with a smile upon his lips and a racing heart. “So you like me too? Am I correct… my dear y/n?”

- You nodded and that was what made Sabo to embrace you in his arms and pull you as close to him as possible. “Thank you for allowing me to hear your confession. Thank you for seeing me worth to be loved.”

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- Your and Sabos relationship was one of the sweetest. You were what the world would have called couple goals. Every person at the revolutionary army knew you two and would always refer on you two with different names. One would call you -the beauty and the beast-, -Romeo and Juliet-, -Yin and Yang-, -Royal couple- and so much more.

- Sabo and you knew about that and loved it although it always would cause the both of you to blush and get shy around each other when you would hear it. Out of all the names you heard or got told about by colleges or Koala, Sabo had a favorite he would never admit out loud. And the name he loved was – the calm and the chaos-

- The calm and the chaos wasn´t romantic or sweet but to him it meant a lot. Because you were like the calm silence at the beach. The comforting silence that surrounded the atmosphere when the sun rise. You were like the warm silence full of hopes and dreams that surrounded the atmosphere when the sun set. You were the comforting silence he, the chaos, needed in his life to recharge and gain strength. You were the love filled silence he always looked for when the world was about to drown him in his raging wrath. You were like the love filled, comforting calm that embraced him when the voices in his head threatened to fill his heart with agony and despair.

- He was the uncontrollable storm and you were his heart the eye of the storm that held all the comfort and silence that would keep him from losing himself

- You were the only calm in his life. You were hiscalm. You were the only calm in his life. And he swore to keep you and love you until his last breath.

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[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 292 SPOILERS

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Imagine staying away from Tumblr, Instagram and Twitter to avoid spoilers, only to get spoiled by a fUCKING WHATSAPP GROUP CHAT I'M SO MAD RN

Y'all better believe I freaked out when I saw this. I've seen lots of theories about this too. Mostly traitor!Kirishima since Bakugou's doing his pose and the other two are posing like villains. Also fan art. So. Much. Fan art. Now on to the chapter.

We see Jeanist in the plane getting ready to jump out while the latest episode of Keeping Up With The Todorokis plays in the background and he's not too happy about Dabi using his and his family's trauma to destroy hero society. I get that Dabi shouldn't have exposed Endeavour in the most damaging way possible for everyone involved but in his defence 1) it's not his fault Enji was a peice of shit to his family and 2) Dabi's a Todoroki, being dramatic is ingrained in their DNA.

YAS JEANIST FUCK EM UP. Bakugou you really should not be standing right now, I can see the pain it's causing you all over your face. So was it really a dead body in that bag? And Dabi, didn't you also not believe it was actually Jeanist or did the months of him missing convince you it was actually him?

Dabi is glowing like the sun and smoking like a Colorado wild fire which can't possibly be healthy for him. Dabi is all "Whatever bitch, the Todoroki family drama is to strong to be defeated by mere steel wires. Right, Shouto?" as Todoroki charges towards his previously-thought-to-be-dead older brother with some fire of his own. Compress and Spinner are talking about how Jeanist actually managed to subdue Machia and Spinner is all "Doesn't Machia have super strength tho?" and I'm here sitting in my seat wondering if the anaesthetic finally kicked in as Jeanist tightens the wire around Machia.

Spinner realises that Machia has been panting ever since they arrive, aka when his orders were full filled. So now he's disparately trying to wake Shiggy up so he can give Machia a reason to stay awake but then a wild Nejire-chan appears out of no where and she looks fucking pissed the fuck off and I am here for it.

FOR FUCK SAKE DABI GOD DAMNIT FUCK

Istg if she's dead I'm gonna fucking riot. Man Shouto is not having a good time. Midoriya better has sit his ass down. The fuck are you gonna do? Cry at them?? You ain't got no arms bitch.

Oh look a new background for my phone.

(Edit: I like how the heat from his flames are warping the panels)

Izuku you are physically incapable of doing anything rn. Yeah Shouto is in pain but at least his bones weren't turn to liquid. Is Jeanist talking about Endeavour or himself? Cause Hawks is down for the count and I'd be pretty pissed if Hori let Enji keep his hero licence after this.

There was a house. I think it might have been Tenko's, I'm not sure. So anyway, Shiggy woke up and he's thinking to himself "Damn I'm itchy but I can't move. Lemme fix that." and then orders Machia to break free. So Machia is doing that and now Jeanist with his one (1) lung are having a hard time keeping up.

It's been like six months since I last visited duolingo but I'm pretty sure those sound effects say "Aaaaa" which I find hilarious. I also completely forgot this was happening. Is Shiggy calling back the NHE? Cause the others are fucked if that's what's happening.

I had the ending of this chapter spoiled for me so I already know who that is which sucks all the fun out of it but I'll act like I don't know who it is out of respect for their character.

Oh my god Burnin was save at the last second who could it possibly be????????

This panel looks really cool also Shouto's flames?

So Dabi and Shouto are battling it out final agnikai style and Shouto is all "So your the one who sent that villain to our house!!?! NATSUO ALMOST DIED YOU ASSHOLE!!! DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR FAVOURITE BROTHER?!!!!?!!!" And Dabi's stone cold response is "But Endeavour would have suffered" so Shouto has the natural response of "HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND" to which Dabi responds with "YOUR GODDAMN RIGHT I DID." and how he no longer has the ability to care about anything anymore which is very sad but damnit this panel would look godly animated.

So Dabi is like "Now I can finally kill you" as he gets ready to kill Shouto and the NHE are showing up and Jeanist is completely out in the open now. Whatever shall happen now???? Oh dearist me. If only the heroes had another secret ace up their sleeve that was not in anyone's plans because of how unlikely it was to happen. I wonder.

DON'T YOU JUST LOVE IT WHEN PAST TRAUMA AND CURRENT TRAUMA MIX IN THE MOST TOXIC, SELF DEPRICATING WAY POSSIBLE???? Izuku, who has done literally everything in his power to keep everyone from a groosome desintergrating demise, the one who is physically incapable of moving, is really sitting here calling himself a useless hero because his body's natural instinct to not die, which he still has apparently, is preventing him from floating head first into the arms of Death. BOI YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE CONCIOUS RIGHT NOW WHAT DO YOU MEAN!??!!?

I swear if these kids don't get some therapy after this.

Oh my god it's lemillion what a surprise. Also, did he really just say "Pogchamp" lmfao. I'm still salty about being spoiled but that was really funny. How long has he had his quirk back? We know Aizawa has been training Eri's quirk but when did she get enough control to be able to fix him? I'm so glad she can control her quirk now cause it means she won't be scare of accidentally uno reversing someone out of existence.

Still very disappointed the Mirio reveal was spoiled for me. Pogchamp was hilarious but still. I'm sure the official translation will have him saying something boring like "POWERRRRRRRRR". Sigh. Welp time to commit verbal assassination.

Until next time.

#UGH #I CANT BELEIVE I GOT SPOILED LIKE THAT #I MEAN #WHATSAPP SERIOUSLY THATS SO EMBARASSING #FUCK #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia spoilers #bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha manga #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 292

[kateneedscoffee]

Break My Heart

Synopsis: Falling in love with your best friend hurts even though they don’t feel the same way

Requested: No

Pairings: Any character you like x gn!reader

(y/c/n)= Your character name

words= thoughts

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, and cussing (or if you’re sensitive about your height)

Author’s Note: This is my first ever fic, so please bear with me. 

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Today is the day that I tell them about my feelings, the feelings I've had for so long. Ever since the day met.....

This is nice. The atmosphere was peaceful, with some people sipping their morning coffee and reading the daily newspaper. And here I was reading my book. 

I was too busy reading my book and I didn’t even notice the figure in front on me. They knocked on the table, gaining my attention. 

“Hey”, they said “do you mind if I sit here? There’s some people that I don’t feel comfortable in here and there’s no more empty seats.”

“Sure”. I said. They pulled out the chair and sat down. I inspected them, a habit of mine as a child, they look friendly, and I didn’t sense any harm in them. But, one thing caught my eye, they were beautiful/handsome. They were dressed as a model. Their hair neatly combed and it looks fluffy to the touch. 

“Like what you see?” a small smirk on their perfect features. 

“S-s-sorry! I didn't mean to stare.” Feeling my face turn red. A laugh erupted from them. “You’re fine, hun. I get this a lot.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, so many people will stare at me cause of how I'm dressed or ‘how beautiful I am.’ Mimicking the parentheses.

“Well, you are beautiful coming from a stranger that you just met.” you said. pointing a finger at your chest.

“I’m (y/c/n)” holding out their hand.

“I’m (y/n)” taking their hand.

And that’s how our friendship started...

They should be here by now. Sitting on one of the tables, looking for them. I’ve told them to come meet me at the new boba place, that’s just open up a few days ago. There weren’t that many people in the food court, some families here and there, some couples holding hands, or some people just want to walk around and do some shopping. Maybe I should text them. Sighing, I brought out my phone and tapped on their contact.

You: Hey, where are you? I’m near the place where we should have met up 10min ago.

Looking up from my phone, and seeing the crowd was twice the size as before.

Them: IMSORRY!!!!!! MY BOSS SAID HE NEEDED ME FOR A MINUTE AND IT TURNED OUT AN HOUR. IM COMING RIGHT NOW.

You: Please hurry. The crowd is getting bigger and I don’t think I could survive here😞

Them: STAY PUT. AND DON’T WONDER OFF SOMEWHERE. OR I HAVE TO GO TO THE FRONT DESK AND SAY IVE LOST MY CHILD.

You: Shut up

Them: I love teasing you😁

I smiled at the last text message from them. Deciding to play some games on your phone to pass some time. 

After a few rounds of winning and losing. You've felt a hand on your shoulder. Startling you, you give out a small screech. A loud laugh coming from the culprit that startled you. A few people turned their hands, wondering what’s happening.

“YOU SCARED ME!!!! I WAS THIS CLOSE FROM THROWING HANDS.”

“YEAH RIGHT. YOU CANT EVEN REACH MY HEIGHT.” Having to clutch their stomach from laughing too hard. Putting your head down the table, trying to hide the blush on your face.

“Okay, okay, okay, i’m sorry for making fun of your height. Can my friend please come out? Ill pay for the boba for running late and making fun of you” (y/c/n) says hoping to bring your spirits up.

By lifting your head up and agreeing to the offer. Getting up from your seat and walked to the boba station.There’s now a short line. You looked at (y/c/n) more closely, seeing them in their work outfit with sightly messed up hair, probably from running to get here, and some expensive sunglasses you’ve got them on their birthday.

When done ordering your drinks and (y/c/n) pays them. Walking away from the station. Sipping your drink and made a content noise. “That good, huh?” Nodding your head. They chuckled and took a sip from their drink. “Your right, it’s good” Taking another sip from their drink.

“Hey, do you want to go to the arcade? It should be downstairs, if I remember right.” Scratching behind their neck.

“Sure, but don’t you have work tomorrow? I don't want you to get yelled at your boss for being late.” Remembering from last month event.

“Nope,” popping the ‘p’. “I’m off tomorrow.” “Cool, that means you get to hang out with me.” “I sure do.” A smile adorning their features. 

Walking down the stairs and taking a few turns to arrive at the arcade. We’ve finished our drinks at the time and threw them down the trash before going inside and order some coins to play with the games.

“Hey, do you want to play some air hockey? I’ll give you 3 candy bars if you win” (y/c/n) smirked. Pride swelling up in their chest.

“And if you win?” “You’ll buy me some more boba” You thought it over, a small smile creeping up your face “deal”. 

When walking in and found a few kids were playing and decided to call out saying can we go next. They shooked their heads, “Nah, you old hags can wait after we’re done or decide to call winner?”, one of them piped up. “How about this, us vs. you?” (y/c/n) said. They've turned their head towards you, waiting for your response. Forgetting the deal, and agree to take on the group of children’s challenge.

“(Y/N), you go first and take these damn children down.” Giving you the striker and put some of our coins in the slot. The table was blowing up with air. 

“Ready to go down, midget?” placing the puck down and giving you a glare.

“Oh, you are on you demon” 

He hit the puck and it went inside my slot. Shocked over came you and it quickly disappear. “So, that's how you want to play, huh?” Getting the pluck out and hitting the exact force and speed to went inside his slot. “You’re going to wish that you never made a deal with us.” A evil smile that betrayed your innocence. 

After winning the match against the children and we've bought some ice cream for them as a ‘good game’. 

It was dark, when heading out of the mall due to the winter hours. 

“Those kids made a mistake by challenging us.” (y/c/n) says, by putting both of their arms behind their neck and giving out a stretch.

“yeah”, too busy thinking on how to properly say your confession. 

Noticing your odd behavior and stopped in front of you.”Is something wrong? Your not sick are you?” they said, voiced with concern. Putting a hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. 

“I’m fine, I need to tell you something first though.” Swatting their hand away lightly. Im going to do it. Right here. Right now.

“Sure, tell me what’s on your mind.” Their full attention on you.

Taking a deep breath, and to relax your mind from racing. You cleared your throat and looked up at them.

“I like you. I like because you always stick by my side. I like you teasing me, no matter if it’s about my height or not. I like you, no matter if you look like a hot mess in the morning or if have drool on your face. I like you because you’re so nice to me and you always take care of me when I'm sick. I like you-”

“STOP,” startling you out of your confession. “Just stop, it was very sweet of you to say that to me, but I don't feel the same way about you. Im sorry.” Looking at you, see your head bowed down. 

“(y/n), are you okay?”

Lifting your head up. A few tears streaming down your face. You quickly wiped them with your sleeve. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” Another tear fell down without you noticing, (y/c/n) tried to wiped it with their sleeve, but you quickly flinched from their touch.

“Please, don’t touch me. Or else i’m going to cry even more.” You whispered.

Quickly nodding at your words turning their back at you, you spoke up again. “Can you please do something for me, though?”, you said.

They've turned at you and nodded, and you grabbed their hand. Placing it on top of your heart. “Break my heart. Say that I’m just a friend to you, please”

“You’re just a friend to me. Like a little sister.” After those words, you released their arm and walked past them. Tears rolling down your face, quietly whispering, “Thank you, for being my friend.”

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A/N: Wahhh, this broke my heart and I was thinking about this before typing it down. Sorry, if there’s spelling or grammar errors. My English is not very good. I hope you guys liked it tho.

#kuroo angst #kuroo tetsuro x reader #sakusa kyoomi x reader #any person you like #any character #fanfic #natewantstobattle #battle boys #natemare

[marvelsangels]

"I Love You Please Don't Go"

(prompt from @hellsdemonictrinity)

Pairing: Peter Parker/Reader

Warning: Angst

Summary: You knew, you've known for awhile, but you let him, cause you love him you really do, and you're crazy enough to let your heart break more than it already is.

"Heyy babyy how was your dayy" Jumping on his bed where he sat holding his phone.

"It was uh, it was good i have tons of homework to do tho so i should start on it early" He replied half assed without even looking up at you.

He was doing it again, pushing you away, giving you excuses. You knew he wasn't seeing her, MJ was not an asshole, she would never see peter while peter was with you. She just wasn't like that. So no she wasn't the problem. Peter was.

Peter liked her, maybe even more? who knows? He started giving her heart eyes 4 months ago. 4 months of him still saying he loves you. 4 months like he hasn't been looking at another woman like how he would look at you. 4 months of him lying to your face when you knew the truth.

No you weren't "assuming" anything. You found out. How? Well Peter has a habit or writing down how he feels on a piece of paper and then quickly throwing it away. As if to confirm he was actually feeling it, and not just thinking about it.

You didn't mean to read it it was private and you respected that. But he left it un crampled on the floor when he was in a hurry, and asked you to help clean his room.

i like MJ, maybe even more.

He didn't even write down how you would feel in all of this. How broken hearted you'd be if you found out. He wasn't even scared.

He didn't care. Not anymore.

"Sooo can we hang out first? I haven't seen you in a while you've been really busy" Fighting to keep a smile you could almost feel the tears starting to spill.

Pushing his shoulders. "C'mon peteee"

"No I'm busy maybe tomorrow?" Still not looking up at you from his phone.

At this point you were crying while still holding a smile on your face. "Aww thats too bad then, uhm I'll leave you to it yeah?" Quickly wiping away your tears with your sleeves you got up and headed for the door.

"I'll see you, love you."

"I love you too Peter."

Closing his door and quickly making a beeline for the exit, you didn't want Aunt May to see you like this. You were stronger than that. Right?

Pressing the button on the elevator and waiting for it to come up, you couldn't help but think what you did wrong, was it you? It had to be. Peter wasn't like that no. He would never fall out of love just like that right? Maybe he got sick of you just waiting around for him and being all clingy. But he told you he loved that.

Not even noticing the elevator doors are already open until you heard your name, looking up you saw Ned.

"Oh hey Ned"

"Hey are you okay Y/n? why are you crying?" Reaching out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You didn't even notice you were crying so lost in your thoughts. You quickly wipe it away with your sleeves and give him the biggest smile you could muster.

"I just remembered this one movie scene. Ya know from Marley and me? ahaha! almost killed me." The tears still keep falling, it's getting harder and harder to lie.

"Y/n-"

"I have to go home Ned. I'll see you in class"

You saw it in his eyes. The guilt. Ned knew. And he was also lying to you.

Making it back home you went straight to your room, not wanting anybody looking at you like you're some kind charity who needs all the pity she could get. No you wont allow it.

Taking deep breaths, you saw a note taped to your vanity.

Hey hunny your dad and i went out to buy some dinner so he has something else to do other than playing with his robot thingys. Be back by 7 Love you, make sure to freshen up.

Smiling to yourself, at least you had your parents knowing they would always have your back.

Stepping out of the shower in fresh sweatpants and tank top you decided to head for the kitchen to make yourself some coffee and sitting on the island was another note.

Check if Morgan is still asleep.

Making your coffee quicker than you intended to you slowly opened her door to check if was still sleeping but instead of that you saw her playing with her ipad. Closing the door again and opening it dramatically this time. "Peanut you awakeee" slipping beside her on the bed and resting on your side. "Guess im gonna have to swallow all these jelly beans by myself."

"Noooooo" She giggled throwing her arms up your neck and resting on top of you. "Wheres it"

"Inside the chiller sweet pots, but im not giving you any until after dinner." Rubbing up her sides and pushing her hair beside her ear. "You know Y/N/N loves you right?"

"Oofcus i doo" Burying her face in your neck. "You mkay? Haven't seen spider in awhile" God how does a 6 year old know these kinds of things.

"Yeah im okay sweet pea, and he's been busy. Now come come lets go in the kitchen Mom and Dad are about to come home with dinner." Picking her up with you she couldn't help the giggles that escaped her tiny mouth. "Y/N/N!! dont drop meee"

Sitting around with your family felt normal, that is until your dad started asking questions.

"So how are you and Peter doing? Haven't seen the kid without a suit on. College that hard?"

Staying still and thinking of a smart reply, you came up with nothing knowing if you lied he would know instantly.

"College is hard daddy."

After dinner you quietly slipped out of your seat and made your way to your room. Staring out in the sky you thought of all the things you could've done that made peter fall out of love with you. You came up with nothing. Or were you that insensitive that you didn't know if you were hurting him? You're slowly falling apart. The confusion, the anger, the shame, the jealousy you felt it all and yet all you did was smile and say over and over that you were okay.

You weren't.

It was valentines day today.

Standing inside his messy room while he was seated on his desk writing something down on a piece of paper and beside it was a gift bag.

Deciding to take a peek and tease him to lighten up the mood and see what he got you, but once you did what you saw only broke your heart even more. He was writing it for MJ. The gift was for MJ.

You couldn't help the sob that escaped your lips. The sound made him turn his head.

"I didn't see you come in.."

"Why Peter?" you didn't even have the strength to raise your voice or be mad you were completely and utterly broken.

"Not now Y/n."

"What do you mean not now. Its time you tell me the truth Peter."

"Fine. I dont want you anymore its its- just its not working out between us okay? I work for your dad. And-"

"How dare you make this about my dad. How dare you say its not working out between us only after 3years. How dare you fall in love with someone else while you come back home to my arms and whisper to me i love you. How dare you Peter." Sobbing softly, He cant even look at you in the eyes. "At least look at me when i tell you all of this."

He had no guilt in his eyes. Not even a little. Even when he stood up from his chair, grabbed his letter and gift and turned for the door.

"Peter.. I love you, please don't go."

Sighs. "I have homework to do, lead yourself out Y/n." Closing the door as he left.

Clutching your chest and your other hand stopping your sobs you fell down on the floor and felt your heart explode into tiny little pieces.

"Im so sorry."

Fin.

Thanks for reading!

-angel 💜

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EXSOMNIS

Chapter 5 Respect all, trust few

Exsomnis: Wakeful, Vigilant

Summary: Fresh Doctor out of residency you didn't expect Conyers to be this uneventful until everything happened at the same time. From the outset, an odd meeting with what seems like a steadfast Detective but it was only the beginning.

Notes: English is not my native language, I'm trying to get better at it, please be indulgent ^^

Based on the movie Prisoners by Denis Villeneuve (so I don't own any of the OG characters) if you haven't seen it, I recommend you do (maybe before reading) :) The story takes place before and through the event in the movie.

A bunch of folks gathered in front of the Birch’s house that night. People were murmuring about the disappearances, their curiosity sometimes being way too intrusive. Plush and toys disposed on the grass between candles, sobbings were heard. 4 days had passed since the abduction, as a doctor, you knew they could still be alive even without water and food, but children are delicate, the thought of someone hurting a child made you sick. The first suspect, Alex Jones, had been released but was now missing too it was a big mess. Your internal ranting got interrupted as you catch a glimpse of a familiar face.

Loki was there, scanning the little crowd, you wondered if he had seen you. Still watching him out the corner of your eye, he started to make his way into the mass, your heart rate accelerated seeing his determined features, for a second thinking he’d seen you and come to you but instead he kept going forward, your eyes following his figure intently until he started running towards the houses. You gasped slightly.

“what the…” your body faced the way he ran, you felt Erin’s hand on yours.

“What is it...?” she glanced beside you trying to see what got your attention but failed to.

You didn’t want to alarm her as you didn’t know what you had just witnessed. “Nothing, damn it’s cold,” you hushed up, blowing warm air on your gloves’ hand.

 Erin had begged you to stay with them tonight, a good bottle of wine seemed like a good idea to somehow cheer up the three of you.

Erin sat on her carpet. “What do you think happened to that kid, the Jones kid?”

“Must have run away,” Rachel answered, grabbing a candle off a shelf. You just shrugged.

“Hey what did you see back there?” Erin inquired eyeing the candle Rach just light on.

“Oh nothing,…just Detective Loki was there. Surely in case, the culprit showed up to satisfy any perverse desire.” You three shuddered at the thought of the kidnapper being there in the crowd.

“Did he see you? He could have come over.” Rach propped herself up on the couch.

“Yeah, I could have invited him tonight.” Erin nodded.

“I don’t think a community gathering, especially for two missing girls, is the right place to banter. Plus he was certainly on duty. “

They both grimaced sipping on the red liquid.

 Calls were the only way to talk with him at least for a few minutes but this night’s call with Loki ended up quite tense...

“Are you sleeping?” your voice was a bit sluggish because of the wine,  his however not at all. 

“I don’t have time for that” he retorqued.

“I know but ..., you have to rest!” you begged

“Is it the doctor talking? I don’t need sleep advice right now. I have to go!” He hung up immediately.

“what the…” you look at your phone in disbelief, "moron...”

 And this is who police are saying is a person of interest in the investigation of the two missing girls. Now, this unidentified man who was last seen at last night's candlelight vigil, fled on foot when the investigating detective attempted to question him. Police caution the public not to approach this man, but call police immediatly if they do see him.

 You came by the station on your day off, to kind of get things right with Loki. Quietly stepping in the open space where you knew his desk was, he wasn't there.

“Can I help you?” An officer asked lifting his head from a cubicle.

“I'm looking for Detective Loki?” Clenching the coffee cups on your chest a little bit.

“He went to the archive, he should ... well never mind.” he pointed behind you. Turning on your heels, Loki stopped at the door, your hand lifted a little from the coffee lids as a wave. A little smile appeared on your lips, he didn't smile back.

“Come with me.” He said not showing any emotions at all. You followed him to a room, all the blinds were done, a large table with a few chairs in the middle, you put the coffee on it and turned to him, he closed the door and leaned on it, crossing his arms. You breathed in.

“It's really not the right time.” He finally talked. At first, you were baffled but you knew better.

“I thought a good coffee and some support would help…” you answered comprehensive and stepped forward to go, but he didn't budge from the door. He blinked a few times and for the first time you entered the room, he looked at you.

He shook his head, “sit”, he gestures to the chairs, it was more like a shy demand than an order though. You leaned on the edge of the table.

“Coffee?” You proposed glancing beside you at the two steaming black coffee, his demeanour changed as he approached the table, planting himself right before you. He was unnecessarily close yet it was definitely not unpleasant, his body warmth radiating around your own. He had rolled up his sleeves, you could see he had another tattoo on his right arm.

He reached out for the coffee, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the burning caffeine going down his throat, you watched him all along in silence.

“Talk to me. I know it's a difficult time right now, you reached for his hand, but I need you to take care of you.”

His rolled his eyes taking a few steps backwards, his hands on his hips, turning his back to you. You continued keeping a soft voice.

“You can't go around sleep-deprived, you might miss something Loki!“ 

“What do you want me to do, hm?” He turned back. “Go home, sleep 8hours straight and come back like that, we're counting hours,” his finger pointing to the ground.

“I’m not saying holidays, all I’m saying is to take some time, at least 2-3 hours of sleep each day, you're not the only Detective here, they know the case.”

“How would you know!?“ he waved his hand at you.

You didn't answer, the point wasn't to argue or lecture him but to make him aware that he had to look after himself.

“You won't be of any help if you keep on going like that. I'm telling you because I care, for the girls, the families and you!”

“Don't you think I care?” His voice went up.

“That's the point, you surprised yourself as your voice rose a notch, caring is what makes you the effin good Detective you are! Unless you're caring beyond your own good and senses. You're looking for answers, but if you neglect yourself you might not find some.”

A silence fell, he stayed leaned on the blinds crushing them, revealing the open space behind, your mind drift there for a minute watching a woman officer bringing in a man in handcuffs. 

You didn't felt him approached until he was nudging at your knee. His left-hand slide on the table reaching your own, he rested his other hand on the table on the other side of you, his head hanging low, you bet his eyes were shut. The silence was necessary, he needed calm to escape, just for a moment, the mess outside that room, to assess your discussion. 

Lightly moving your left hand onto his tattooed skin, to finally brushed the nape of his neck you felt him tense at your touch. He leaned in his temple against yours.

“I'll try. he inhaled, forgive me …I wish I could be there...”  

“Hey, you whispered back feeling his cheek on yours, some stubble prickling at the softness of your skin, out of sight, not out of mind.”

He looked at you then, your eyes bouncing between his blue ones as he stared at you, his hand caressed your cheek then slide down your neck.

"Loving the sight tho" he smirked a little.

You chuckled at the cheesiness although it made you fluttered, your hand slide from the back of his neck to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his thorax. His other hand slightly brushed the skin over your knee, you blessed yourself for wearing a dress today. The tension between you two was perceptible, his eyes on your lips as he leaned closer, you force yourself to swallow, finding it hard to breathe now that he was so close. 

“Loki, the chef is asking...for you”

The door opened in a flash, you hastily retrieved your hand and rubbed it with your thumb, looking away. Loki took a step backwards, his hands back on his hips. 

“I’ll be right there.” he nodded at the officer whom left confused, before looking back at you. Standing further away from him now, he frowned at the distance you had put between you two. 

Without saying much you walked to him, stopping to kiss his jaw languidly. His hand snaked around your waist resting on your low back, you sighed slightly resting your lips near his.

“Call me whenever you need.” you whispered before slowly pushing yourself away.

“Take care and be careful out there, please.” he pleaded, you winked.

Chapter 6 - The Void screams back

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The Slytherin inhaled as he listened to her words, keeping his grip on her wrist as he exhaled. “Yeah, it came out of nowhere and caught me off guard. But just ignoring it won’t do any good, trust me ignoring something usually makes it so much worse. And besides if something horrible should happen to me and I was gone for good, you’d have to live with the what if and do you really want to do that?” He questioned softly before he let out a sigh as he let go of her wrist, listening to her speak once more he couldn’t help but to shake his head in disbelief. “I’m far from being a saint but thank you Wanda, you seem to be the only one who see’s the good in me. Well other than my mother but I am sure she’s quite bias since I am her baby boy.”

The male had allowed the female to take his hands in hers, he just focused on breathing as he listened to what she had to say. He couldn’t help but to let another sigh escape his throat, he had tried once before to make a friend who wasn’t as bad as his current friends but the male had judged him before getting to know him and rejected him. That had hurt quite a lot so he decided to stick with Slytherins and to close his heart away, he focused more on making his father proud than worrying about anything else. As he did that he decided to make the male’s life hell, if he wanted to assume he was the wrong sorts then so be it - he’d show him the wrong sorts as long as he felt the pain he had caused.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts when the Gryffindor had finally finished her thoughts, scrunching up his nose a it as his lips curled into a frown. “I’m not in love with Pansy so I wasn’t holding my breath for a future with her, its just a in the now and see where it goes sort of thing. You assume I deserve all that but in honestly, I wish I did but I don’t. And besides I'd sort of have to allow someone to get that close to start with and if you haven’t notice, I sort of made it where no one seems to want to. And yeah maybe but I haven’t exactly decided if I want to settle down.” He spilled out as he let his face relax a tad bit, shaking his head at her in disbelief once more. Did she seriously think he was gonna forget about her little confession, if she did then she was crazy. “In Merlin’s name you can’t be serious, I aint gonna forget about you little confession Maximoff. What I can guarantee you, is that its not gonna change anything unless you let it. And you need to stop assuming what I feel, its bloody rude. You aint me so you don’t know what I feel so don’t even begin to tell me how I feel, it is one way to make me dislike you and that’s really not what .” Malfoy hissed as his nostrils flared, it wasn’t as if he tended to lose his temper on her but who gave her the right to assume how he felt?

Inhaling then exhaling before he dared speak once more, he was trying to keep his emotions in check because he wasn’t gonna lose it on her. “You are right, I don’t feel that way towards you currently so yeah we’re not gonna happen. But it still doesn’t give you the right to assume my feelings before actually talking to me about it. And stop calling it a problem, there is seriously nothing wrong with having those feelings.” He sighed out as he lowered his voice, the last thing he wanted to do what hurt her feelings but he had to be honest with her. Besides it would be for the best if she just got over him, for multiple reasons that he really didn’t want to discuss.

After a few moments had passed, the male was becoming a bit angsty. He could see the worry in her eyes, which was followed shortly by words that he was dreading to hear. “Don’t worry about it...” He muttered out in a low breath, he honestly didn’t need another person worrying about him. He would be fine - he just had to be, but unfortunately he knew that he couldn’t stop her from worrying about him. Swallowing hard as he let go of her hands and moved backwards a bit, he was all too prepared to run and avoid this subject. He could handle the other one but this one, he didn’t want to talk about.

How could he tell her his deepest darkest secret, knowing that it would change things between them for good. After all she was on Potter’s side the last time he checked, he however was on the dark lords side - not by choice tho. It was bad enough he may not survive to his seventeenth birthday but to lose his best friend? That was worst.

He parted his lips to lie and say he was fine, that it was nothing he couldn’t handle. However he was cut off when she once again spoke, a slight huff escaping his throat at the words. He doubt she could love him if she knew what he was and what he had to do, even if she managed to somehow love him then the realization of what’s gonna happen if he fails is gonna hurt her. After all he promised her that he’d always be there for her til the end, how could he tell her knowing it could cause her pain either way?

A frown settled upon his facial features as he pulled away from her, he was literally trembling at this point. He didn’t care to pretend anymore, he was so close to breaking. “Wanda--” The blond began but cut himself off, he began looking around before he turned his attention back to her. He didn’t say anything, instead grabbed her hand and took her to somewhere more private. “--You can’t help me, I’m sorry...” Draco breathed out as he put a bit of distance between them, he couldn’t stand being near her right now as what he was about to do was gonna be one of the hardest things he would ever have to do when it came to Maximoff.

The Slytherin bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to cause it to bleed as he held out his arm and flipped it over, his hand ghosting his sleeve as he looked down at it. He knew there was no turning back after he did this and he knew for sure he wasn’t ready for this but he couldn’t lie to her, she had to know what’s wrong and why he didn’t deserve anything she thought he did. Inhaling and exhaling once more as he looked up at her, once he locked eyes with her he lifted up his sleeve to reveal the dark mark that rested upon his arm. “I’m not fine, I am never gonna be find again. I am supposed to kill Dumbledore. I don’t want to do it but I have no choice, I have to do this or he’s gonna kill me. I rather pitch myself off the    Astronomy Tower than do this but he not only threatened to kill me if I fail but my parents too and I can’t let that happen, I just can’t. Its my father’s punishment for failing the dark lord not once but twice, my mother cried for weeks after I received the mission.. I have been trying for weeks to fix up a vanishing cabinet to let my Aunt Bella and a few death eaters in the castle.. I barely sleep due to that and the guilt and fear I feel is causing me to barely eat, I am basically dying inside... I didn’t tell you all this because I am terrified of losing you, not that I can blame you because death eaters killed your parents and now I am a death eater about to commit the worst unforgivable thing imaginable. I’m sorry, I am so truly sorry. You can hate me, I understand but please don’t tell anyone. Please, I am begging you.” Draco cried out as the tears fell from his eyes, he couldn’t stop himself from breaking down any longer.

Wanda was listening to Draco, her facial expression turning from relaxed to one of disappointment and worry. He had suddenly slipped but it didn't go unnoticed by his friend. "Wait. What do you mean by "if I was gone for good"? What is going on? Why are you speaking as if you're going to die?"

However, he kept talking about his relationship with Pansy, and she let him finish, but she was going to bring it back as soon as he was done speaking. The brunette frowned, looking at Draco bewildered. "What's the point of being in a relationship with someone you don't love! If you truly have no feelings for her as you said, you should stop wasting your and her time. As mean as she can be, she deserves to be with a person who loves her. You do too. You'll only hurt her and yourself if you keep this up."

Wanda felt her cheeks heat up when the Slytherin brought back the topic of her feelings. She shifted uncomfortably, swallowing hard, a look of betrayal in her eyes. Draco had ditched her for a girl he doesn't even love? To say she was feeling terrible was understandable. Rage was building up inside of her, but she put on a perfectly calm, cold expression, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had been able to hit a nerve.

"Listen, Malfoy - I've always thought you could be more than the mean person everyone knows. You have no right to play with people's feelings and you should stop leading Parkinson on, that's really shitty of you. I'm not really surprised though, you've always been up for some "entertainment"."

The girl took a breath, still looking at Draco with an emotionless face. "I won't stop calling it a problem because it clearly is one. Falling for you was a mistake especially since I now know you don't mind dating someone just for the fun of it and not because you truly have feelings for them. That's a reason I should give up on you, just as you wanted."

Wanda really couldn't imagine dating her best friend and finding out he didn't love her at all in the first place. The thought made her feel used, somehow dirty. The Gryffindor suddenly felt sorry for Pansy, whose situation was exactly this one.

After she had brought up Draco's miserable state, Wanda noticed him becoming quite uneasy and she almost regretted starting this conversation. Almost.

The girl followed him to somewhere private where they could discuss this matter in peace and waited patiently for a reply. She frowned when he let go of her hands, upset by the fact that her friend was pushing her away again. The female observed the way anxiety was seeping into Draco, she could almost hear his loud heartbeat in the deadly quiet room. Her expression softened, she was looking at him with pure love, encouraging him to share what was troubling him. It hurt her incredibly much to watch him suffer in silence, unable to help him so she was hoping he'd finally let her in.

Wanda's eyes filled with tears at the sight of Draco nearly falling apart, but she didn't say a word. With a pounding heart she watched as the boy pulled up his sleeve to reveal the dark mark on his arm. The girl let out a quiet gasp, covering her mouth, as the tears finally rolled down her cheeks. She carefully listened to her friend's explanation, not taking her eyes off the black skull and snake which rested upon his arm. The female could only take a couple of seconds before nausea hit her full force and she had to pull a chair to sit on since her legs were barely holding her at that point. The news knocked the air out of her lungs and Wanda began to rub her throat, finding it extremely hard to breathe. Countless thoughts were running through her head, each more terrifying than the one before it. She had already lost her biological parents, twin brother and adoptive parents, she wouldn't be able to bear the loss of her best friend who was her only family.

She looked up at the boy with a broken expression, nearly choking on her words. "You do realise not only Dumbledore is going to die if you complete this mission? What makes you think Voldemort won't kill you and your parents even if you succeed? Remember - he's not to be trusted, he knows no sympathy nor loyalty. He's cruel and he wouldn't hesitate to get rid of any of you if he has to, in order to win."

Wanda stood up and in the next moment the boy was in her warm embrace. The girl knew how much he needed to let it all out and she wasn't going to stop him - she let him cry into her shoulder and be broken, something he had done for her long ago.

"Draco... I can't hate you for something that's not your fault. You were forced to join the Death Eaters and you never wanted to kill anyone," Wanda spoke softly, taking Draco's hand to gently caress the skin where the mark rested, knowing how painful the process of receiving it actually is. She was absolutely shocked by how long he had managed to keep it a secret for but couldn't blame him - there's no easy way to share this secret even with your closest friends. "All of this... I can't even process it. I'm sure you know all of us are going to lose if you let the Death Eaters in. Thousands of innocent people are going to be hurt, tortured and killed..."

Wanda whimpered quietly, still not believing what she had just heard. "You've been a bully, yes, but you could never be a murderer. Your heart isn't cruel. That's why I know you're going to fail with your mission. Plus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of all time, he can't be killed easily."

"I promise you that you do have a choice. You'll always have. You're just a boy who happened to be burdened with a terrible purpose and I know people who would gladly provide you safety. Dumbledore himself would never turn his back on people who come to him for help. Your parents would be safe too, Dumbledore would shelter them like he did with Severus Snape years ago."

Wanda squeezed her eyes shut and a few more tears fell. "If you, however, decide to finish your mission, that means you're on the Dark Lord's side and you support the people who murdered my parents. You will hurt me immensely if you betray me like that."

The girl finally opened her eyes and exhaled slowly. She looked into Draco's tortured grey eyes. Wanda didn't really care about how miserable and worn out she looked, she just stood on her tippy toes and placed and feather-like kiss on his forehead.

"Just say the word, Draco, my dear. You don't have to go through this, especially not alone. I'll be with you until the very end. Whatever it takes."

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