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taeyongdoyoung · 3 years

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summary: you are a mermaid and you save a handsome man from drowning but little do you know it’s not his first rodeo when dealing with mermaids. seonghwa, a former prince, is currently hongjoong’s first mate and boyfriend. hongjoong is the captain, the pirate king of the most savage crew across the seas. and you want nothing to do with them. not because they’re pirates, but because they’re humans…

ships: mermaid!reader x prince/pirate!seonghwa x pirate!hongjoong; wizard!yunho x demon!jongho, pirate!yeosang x mermaid!soojin x pirate!mingi (implied)

genre: little mermaid!au, pirate!au, fantasy, humour, romance

author’s note: i can’t believe this is over omg?!?! im legit bawling my eyes out rn 😭😭 i hope you guys like the end of pirate kings because i poured my entire heart into it! 💖💖 also be on the lookout for take me home, aurora, one day at a time and promise references hehe 🌅 🌅 thank you for going on this journey across the seas with me!

warnings: some swearing, mentions of drowning & torture, bittersweet (?) ending

word count: 2.6k

chapter one ☠️ chapter two ☠️ chapter three ☠️ chapter four ☠️ chapter five ☠️chapter six ☠️ chapter seven ☠️ chapter eight ☠️ chapter nine ☠️ chapter ten ☠️ chapter eleven ☠️ chapter twelve ☠️ spotify playlist

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Yunho's POV

My genius plan was that I would become more powerful than Jongho himself. So powerful that he wouldn't even be capable of taking my soul. So powerful that he wouldn’t even dare to try. Little did I know that as I shared my idea with Seonghwa, a certain someone was conveniently listening. Little did I know how this giant mess I'd created will play out...

Once Seonghwa was reassured that I would be perfectly safe despite the deal I had made with Jongho, he left me to my own devices. No sooner had I teleported myself back to my lighthouse than Jongho appeared out of nowhere, visibly angry. But there was something else in his expression. Something I couldn't quite define. Not yet, at least.

"How much of it did you hear?" I asked, already prepared for the worst.

"All of it," Jongho scoffed.

"Regardless," I spoke confidently. "Even if you do know what I'm planning, you can't stop me. You already know how much potential I have. Or else, you wouldn't have agreed to this deal. I'm right, no?"

Jongho shook his head.

"Your silly little plan won't work, wizard."

"Really?" I smiled, because I knew my own abilities better than he did. I was absolutely certain I could beat him. "And why is that?" I inquired, out of curiosity. He didn't scare me. Just...intrigued me.

"Because I never intended to take your soul, you fool."

Now, that was something I didn't expect to hear.

Jongho had somehow managed to catch me unprepared.

"W-what do you mean?"

"You know why I'm stealing so many souls?" I was about to open my mouth but Jongho wasn't having it. "Ah-ah, just let me finish. I know what you think. I know what everyone thinks. But it's an act. Apparently, I was too good an actor and completely fooled everyone, didn't I? The reason I've been collecting souls is not because I want to be more powerful than the devil. It's because I don't have one myself."

"H-huh?" I whispered in confusion. "Jongho, I don't understand..."

He placed a finger on my lips and I felt compelled to just...listen. Hear him out.

"But ever since I met you, I've felt...different. Like I could be more than just a demon making deals. Like I could matter."

I was too shocked to say anything so I just stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. And then he continued:

"What good would taking your soul do when you're the very reason I might be growing a soul in the first place?"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I had to make sure.

"I know it's fucking insane and you’re supposed to be my sworn enemy or whatever but—"

This time, I couldn't let him finish his sentence and interrupted him with my lips on his. To my absolute dismay, he was kissing me back with as much vigour as I was. As much vigour as he put into challenging me and getting on my nerves and frustrating the living hell out of me. As much vigour as I knew only he was capable of.

"I thought this was impossible," I mumbled against his lips once I broke away from the kiss.

"So did I. But do you want me to tell you how I know it's real?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything else.

"Because when you look at me, I no longer feel the urge to torture you for eternity."

"I should feel flattered, I suppose," I joked.

"It's up to you how you feel, wizard," Jongho replied. "And up to me to continue making you feel this way."

"The terrifying Jongho — a hopeless romantic. Who would have thought?" I teased him relentlessly.

"It's not too late for me to change my mind and snatch your soul."

"You greedy little thing. My heart isn't good enough for you?"

"Your heart?" Jongho chuckled and wrapped his arms around my neck. "It's mine now."

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Yeosang's POV

The more time I spent around Mingi, the more I could see how much he'd changed for the better. And how much he was about to continue changing. Despite everything that had gone down in the past, I was feeling incomprehensibly drawn to him. And I wanted to be there for him. I knew that it would take some time for the rest of the crew to get used to Mingi being out of his cell. But I was determined to give him a chance. And convince the rest of them, it was a chance worth taking. Especially my dear Soojin...

"Sangie, he literally kidnapped us and left us without water for a week!" she reasoned.

"I know. I'm not making any excuses for—"

"And he cut off your hand! Your hand, Yeosang!" she reminded me needlessly. As if I could forget.

"Like I said, I'm not going to justify Mingi's actions. All I'm asking is that you give him another chance. He's been showing remorse. And I truly believe that if the circumstances had been different, he wouldn't have behaved the way that he did."

Soojin sighed, unsure of what to say.

"People aren't born evil," I insisted. "Everyone makes choices. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. What matters is what we do to fix the bad ones."

"Yeosang...I really want to do as you say, but it just sounds so difficult, okay?"

"I'm literally a pirate, sweetheart," I rolled my eyes. "If you don't hold it against me, I don't see a problem. Mingi's not exactly the villain he's painted himself to be."

Soojin nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright. You have a point. I'll give him a chance. One chance and that's it. If he fucks up again, I'm taking him to the depths of the sea myself."

"I suppose that's fair," I shrugged. "You heard that, Mingi?"

"Loud and clear," he grinned, a couple of metres away from us.

"He was right there the whole time?!" Soojin hiss-whispered in disbelief. "This is so embarrassing."

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you've chickened out and those were just empty threats," Mingi winked at her.

She physically shuddered and I couldn't help but laugh. So cute.

"Relax, Soojin. Mingi's our friend now. Aren't you?" I asked.

"If you want me to be," he scratched the back of his head a bit awkwardly.

"Come here, let's play cards," I suggested casually. "Loser gets to swim with the sharks."

"There are no sharks in this sea," Soojin pointed out confidently.

"Yeosang wasn't talking about actual sharks," Mingi correctly guessed. "He meant that I would have to go talk to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Because, obviously, I'm terrible at cards and I would definitely lose the game. And these two are scarier than bloody sharks."

Soojin rolled her eyes.

"Pirates and their stupid way of talking."

"You get used to it," I playfully nudged her arm.

"There's no escape now."

"Let's skip the game," Mingi suggested. "I'll just go talk to the sharks right now and beg for mercy or whatever."

"We'll come with. Right, Soojin?" I offered.

"Like I have a choice," she groaned but I could tell that she was gradually warming up to the idea of letting Mingi stick around.

"Thanks, guys. I appreciate the moral support," Mingi blushed.

"I guess you could say...I'll be your right hand," I stared at the hook replacing my missing hand and snickered sarcastically. Mingi and Soojin were beyond mortified by my dark sense of humour. "Too soon?"

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Hongjoong's POV

"I mean...we already had dealings with a demon and a wizard so I don't see how Mingi could pose a threat," I reasoned. "No offense, Mingi."

"None taken," he smiled.

"So, you're going to let him stay? Unguarded?" Seonghwa wanted to know.

"Let him stay — yes. Unguarded — no. If you're so insistent he's changed, you'll have to take full responsibility. You think you can handle that, Yeosang?" I posed the serious question.

"I've got this, Cap," Yeosang promised.

"I'll be around, too," Soojin vowed. "You don't have to worry, Cap."

I nodded in agreement. Seonghwa seemed to be on board with the idea. Honestly, after all the shit we'd been through with that demon, Mingi was the least of my concerns. But of course, I couldn't say that directly. So I had to play the "responsible leader worried for his crew" card. And apparently, I played it well.

"Wow, this went better than expected," I could hear Mingi whispering to Yeosang, as they were walking away. Seonghwa and I exchanged an amused look.

"Shh, we just caught him in a good mood," Yeosang explained carefully. "Be nice and he might let you stay for good."

"Guys, be quiet!" Soojin warned them. Clever mermaid, I told myself and grinned. Speaking of mermaids...

"Not so fast!" Y/N ordered them to stop. And so they did. Rightaway. Made me wonder who was the real Captain of this ship. Not that I minded her taking away some of my responsibilities. I even liked it.

"Yes?" Yeosang seemed kinda nervous.

"Make sure you treat my sister well. Both of you!" Y/N commanded them easily. "Or else...I'll have no problem letting the siren out to deal with you. And she's not someone you want to mess with. Ask Hongjoong."

The shock on my face was not at all exaggerated as I nodded to confirm her words.

"She'll be safe with us, Y/N," Yeosang made a pledge. "Right, Mingi?"

"Um, yeah, what he said."

"You don't sound very convincing," Y/N eyed him suspiciously.

Damn, I had to admit I was proud of her and how much she'd grown.

"Oh, let him go this time, will you?" I pulled her aside gently and she couldn't find it in herself to argue. Once Yeosang, Soojin and Mingi had taken their leave, she removed her "intimidating siren" mask and was back to her usual, gentle self I knew and loved.

"You guys think we made the right call?"

"It'll be fine," I was fairly certain. "If push comes to shove, Yunho will just help us out again, right?"

"As if he doesn't have enough problems with that demon," Y/N argued. "We can't continue using him for our needs."

"Yeah...about that," Seonghwa started.

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Seonghwa's POV

As I was telling them about Yunho and Jongho's change in dynamics, Hongjoong and Y/N were too taken aback to react with anything else but by opening their mouths. Which was, to say the least, quite adorable of them.

"So...these two...?" Y/N asked as if to confirm what I'd just finished recounting.

"Mhm," I grinned.

"Wow," Hongjoong managed.

"I know."

"This is good news, yes? It means both Hongjoong and Yunho get to keep their souls," Y/N wanted to make sure it was indeed real.

"I mean, demons can be pretty unpredictable but judging from Yunho's happy expression when I last talked to him, I'm willing to be hopeful for once," I explained. "We've had enough trouble as it is, don't you think? We deserve something good to happen to us."

"Couldn't agree more," Hongjoong grabbed my hand and Y/N's. "But I get what she means. After all the dangers we've experienced, it just seems so unbelievable that we're finally safe."

"Too good to be true, eh?" Y/N sighed. "Let's enjoy this while we can."

"I think this one will last a bit longer," I smiled knowingly.

"Hey, don't jinx it," Hongjoong squeezed my hand softly.

"Just trust me, alright?" I looked at them both.

"I do."

"As do I."

"And I'm gonna catch you when you fall or when you're sinking," I murmured.

"I think I speak from experience when I say I'm the one more likely to save a pirate from drowning," Y/N poked fun at us.

"I was just trying to sound poetic," I pouted.

"And we appreciate the effort," Hongjoong reassured me. "But she's right."

"You two turning against me? Oh, how the tables have turned!" I announced dramatically.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Y/N ran a hand through my hair and tilted her head towards Hongjoong. "He likes it, doesn't he, Cap?"

"I bet he does."

"Hey, Y/N. My eyes are up here," I reminded her.

"Oh, I know," she blinked, feigning innocence.

"Too bad I can't even be mad at you," I chuckled.

"Why be mad when you can be rad?" Hongjoong interjected.

"That was so terrible," I groaned. "You're lucky I love you."

"Both of us?" Y/N asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately," I admitted.

"Guess we'll have to work harder to turn that into a fortunately," Y/N teased. "Wait, my bad. I forgot you two already have a wholeass fortune in the form of a bunch of treasure chests."

"Is that why you like us?" Hongjoong teased. "Who knew mermaids could be golddiggers?"

"I'll show you a golddigger!" Y/N threatened and started chasing Hongjoong around the ship. They were so childish sometimes...

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Reader's POV

You could tell that you had a couple of more minutes left until your siren-like side rose to the surface so you decided to enjoy them. As you were watching the sun setting, you couldn't help but recall your very first memories of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. What started as a simple joke, Hongjoong throwing Seonghwa overboard, followed by you saving Seonghwa from a whirlpool, had turned into so much more. It was funny how life often surprised you in the most unexpected ways. How a few months ago, if anyone asked you about pirates (and humans, in general), you would have scoffed distastefully. If anyone asked Seonghwa about mermaids, he would have still been haunted by the loss of Ariel. If anyone asked Hongjoong, he would have said mermaids spelled nothing but danger. And now...Now, the three of you had become so different. And in a way, so similar. Forgetting all these labels that once used to define you and just finding happiness in each other. In the adventures you'd had together. In the shared feeling of being trusted, feeling known. And loved. It was even funnier how you didn't find it strange at all. On the contrary, it felt perfectly natural that you were here. Made perfect sense that you had a home with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. A former prince, a pirate king and a lost but now found mermaid. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you said out loud, sensing Seonghwa's presence beside you.

"Yes, it is," Seonghwa replied, looking at you.

"I have to go soon."

"But you'll be back in the morning. As usual."

You simply smiled. It went without saying.

"I wish I could stay the night," you whispered longingly. "Fall asleep in your arms."

"You could. I know you'll be able to control your powers. I'm sure Hongjoong will agree with me."

"I probably could control them. But I don't mind going back to my home in the night. Even though...this is also my home. Does it make sense?"

"I believe it does," Seonghwa rubbed calming circles on your palm. "Just like how you have a human and mermaid self, you also have two homes."

You nodded.

"Exactly."

"In a way, I feel the same. Both you and Hongjoong are my homes."

You rested your forehead against his.

"And we will always be your homes, Hwa."

"Don't go," he murmured against your skin. "I don't want to be alone anymore. Every night."

"You're not alone anymore. You have Hongjoong. And me. And I will be back with the first light of day."

"Promise?"

"I promise you, Seonghwa. Even if the whole world ends, I will always find my way back to you."

The end

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bluehairedtracii · 4 years

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Hooks and Coins|| Harry Hook x Reader Soulmate AU!

Requested: by @lemonypink

Warnings: Harry being cute

Pairings: Harry Hook x Swann-Turner! Reader

Author's note: Oh my gosh this took so long! I’m literally so sorry! My motivation for writing has been a little iffy lately. Buuutt I’ve also been binging Criminal Minds soo it kinda gave me a creative push to start writing again. (Spencer Reid fics comin in the future) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this fic as I get back into writing again.

P.S. Melody is Melody from the second little mermaid movie, and I know she's kinda not mentioned again in the fic but just know that this is y/n’s best friend and that’s who she is lmao. I also thought the Coin would fit well in here because of the movies just sshhhh. Enjoy!!!!

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"it's soon! I swear!" The night of your 16th birthday, the day your life would change.

The day you get your soulmate tattoo.

"Are you sure??" Melody whines. "I'm positive! Look, it's not even 12:00 on the dot yet- ONE MORE MINUTE!" You look back from the phone on your lap to your right wrist.

"It's twellveeee." Melody cooed.

"Please please please..." You muttered still hopeful.

Then it hit, well stung. "Ow, ow, I feel it!"

"Let me see!" Melody basically climbed on top of you and saw it before you could. She gasped "oh my gosh y/n..." "What? What is it?" You tried to pull back your wrist to see, but Melody kept it steady.

"Y/n, as your best friend, I have to warn you as to what you're about to see...."

"C'mon Mells, it can be that bad." You sighed and tried to pull away from her.

"You have to PROMISE Me that you won't freak out?"

Annoyed, you sighed and smiled "I promise." "Okay.." she released your hand. You rubbed your wrist and looked at the small tattoo, "A Hook?" "Not just any hook... Penny told me about this." "This is the same hook as the famous Captain Hook himself! It must be his son!"

"Captain? So my soulmate is a Pirate? Like Dad and Mom?" Melody nods almost worried.

"Awesome."

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"It's late Harry, your sister is gonna kill us if we get caught and wake your dad." Gill rubbed his eyes as he walked towards the galley of the ship.

"I know, but this is where the best lighting is...in a few minutes, I'll get me soulmate...well uh, tattoo I mean." He whispered and unlocked the door, cursing at the squeaky floors.

Harry turned on the lamp nestled on his father's desk. The room lit up illuminating the maps that his father and oldest sister had drawn up while sailing the open seas. He dreamed of nothing more than doing that, sailing and hailing a crew of his own, but for now, he follows Uma’s orders.

“One more minute Harry.” Gill whispered looking at the tickless clock on the desk.

“Aye, ow! fff-!” Harry cupped his hand and flipped it to see his wrist, he bit back the pain as he saw the black ink form on his wrist. He’d been confused and tried to make it out as it formed. “Bloody hell, this sure is detailed in’it?” Gill loomed over Harry's shoulder, wondering what it was himself, Gill was sure he wasn't ready for his soulmate yet if he had to endure this much pain.

Harry closed his eyes and exhaled as the pain stopped.

He opened his eyes to see the grim Aztec Coin staring back at him.

“Holy shi-” “Gil do you know what this means?!” “She’s spooky?” “No GIl, you git, She’s a pirate! and she’s a Turner...” He says in awe as he smiles down at his wrist.

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A few months later both of you seemed to forget. The events of your daily lives getting in the way. You’re training to go off on a sailing trip with your dad for a few months, and Harry is… currently Helping Uma get revenge on Mal by kidnapping Ben.

But.. you were unaware of this. Obviously.

Lonnie and you were fencing/sword fighting in the school’s courtyard (for fun) when you saw the boys rushing into the limo. You both caught up to them and questioned them immediately.

“What’s going on here Jay?” Lonnie snickered full well knowing what’s happening because she overheard it earlier passing their room. “We.. uh..” “we’re going with you..” Lonnie cut the pair off. And this is how you went to the Isle of the Lost for the first time.

They had told you the plan but left out the part about who they were going to have to deal with if the plan went south. You were nowhere near nervous. All those times you’d trained with Lonnie and your parents at the shop basically were all for this moment. Your pirate self was ready.

Mal handed over the wand and you cringed a bit. “She’s gonna know it's fake…” you turned to Lonnie and whispered. “Shh I know, get ready..” you prepped your sword and placed one hand on your lapel while the other was free to toss the swords.

That’s when everything went south. You and Lonnie sprung into action and helped the others. The sounds of metal clashing mixed with the creaking of the ship and the salty sea air made you happy, it filled you with adrenaline. It felt like you were at home.

2 people fighting you at once, then three, then none, one by one you tossed them overboard.

You were caught in the crossfire between Carlos and some other goons so you ducked under them and sprung onto your feet right into someone else's back.

You both turned to each other, swords ready, you saw him and you felt that burning in your body. The one that your friends always said happened when you met your soulmate… “Ow!” “Oi!!” Harry lurched back and held his hand. And so did you.

“You…” he pointed at you “are you…?” you held up your hand and showed your tattoo. He gasped and smiled “I knew I’d see you one day..” you said in awe. You heard Uma yell for Harry and his smile faltered into a smirk.

“Sorry lass, no ‘ard feelings right?” “Obviously.” You struck your sword first and your swords clashed with each other. “I knew you were good Turner, but not this good.” he laughed as you both turned a corner of the ship. “Thanks! Maybe I can teach you sometime Hook, You seem a bit rusty!” “Oi! My ‘eart Lass.. that one hurt!”

You snickered and he had caught you by a wood post “awe, our first dance is over now?” your eyes sparkled. He smirked ”Aye if this were different, i’d very much like to get to know you lassy…” he got closer almost closing the gap in between you two. And his lips brushed yours before you heard Mal and Lonnie yell that it’s time to go. You smiled “sorry Luv, it’s time for me to go!” you kiss his cheek and push him away into a hole that’s in the ship. “Oi! That’s not fair!”

You were the last one to leave and thought of an idea, you caught up with them and helped Mal to kick off the ramp back to the car. “Find me!” You blew a kiss to Harry and smiled, and so did he. on the inside, of course, he had to be “mad” for Uma’s sake. But right now he was anything but. He just met his Soulmate and she was everything he dreamed of.

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Almost a year had passed when you had first met Harry. And you constantly think about him every day and so does he.

He sat at the bow of the ship looking out to the ocean thinking about you. It’s all that he’s been thinking about actually. He’s waiting for the day you can be with each other and in each other's arms. You literally took his breath away, because you kicked him, but he was entranced by your skills and beauty. He dreams about learning with you, meeting your folks, owning a ship, and most importantly.. Sailing away with you to see the world. He was stuck here.

Though he didn't know that you had convinced Ben (it took a lot of convincing) to let Harry over onto the isle for a while. Your boating trip with your dad had gone so well that you also convinced your dad to let you go alone this time. Your parents knew how a forbidden love felt more than anyone else. The love between the two of them, a humble blacksmith that was the son of a pirate and the daughter of a wealthy governor who found that boy so long ago. They were never supposed to be together in society's standards, but their love was the strongest bond. They granted their blessing to you, they knew you'd be safe. You’re a strong pirate and they want to see you the happiest you can be.

You smiled and looked out the window of the limo as it crossed the bridge. Mal and Evie both came with you so they could help you find him and tell him the news. You guys slip onto the docks while Mal and Evie keep guard on the limo and watch you just in case you need back up. “Ursulas…” you smile and cross through the swinging doors, you found him and you felt the burning feeling in your body again. So did he. “OI!” he dropped the basket of chips he was holding and growled at the mess he made. He was fuming until he locked eyes with you. “My princess has come back to me?” he smiled and walked towards you completely forgetting about the fries as he kicked them to the side. “Hey Hook.” you smiled and felt his hand on your face but he backed away. “Woah Turner you ain't gonna kick me ‘gain right?” “no.” you laughed and you both hugged each other.

He took the two of you outside “what are ye doin here luv? I mean, you don’ ‘ave to make any excuses to see me, but you came all the way from the other side.” he laughed and pushed back a strand of stray hair behind your ear. You blushed and held one of his hands, but unknowingly played with one of the rings on said hand. He bit his lip smiling at your nervousness. “U-Uhm.” you were surprised by the nerves in your voice, you were never this nervous before. This boy is going to wreck you. “It took major convincing, but I finally convinced my family and Ben to let you come to Auradon with me for a three-month sailing trip…” you smiled and looked at him. His eyes lit up and he lifted you off the ground and spun you around. “Are ye serious?! Of course I'd go with you!” “Great! We leave…” you check your watch on your left arm. “ In 30 minutes!” “Aye! I need to pack!” you laughed.

he backed you into the wall. You smirked, “oi, I've been trying to do this ever since the first time we met.” He closed the gap between you two and the feeling of his soft pillowy lips on yours brought you comfort and warmness. You kissed back and ran your fingers through his dark locks as he tightened his grip around your waist. You never wanted this to end. “25 minutes!” You heard the girls yell and you pulled away and laughed. “I've finally found my Turner..” “And I’ve finally found my Hook..”

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hela-avenger · 4 years

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To the Stars Who Listen- Part 5

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1507

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: Thanks for all the love everyone! I’m happy you’re liking my fic! Tags are open! (Send me an ask/message/response.)

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The moment Steve lands at the facility, Loki practically runs inside. It was as if he expected to be dragged back to the tower if he hesitated for even a moment. You watch him and he seemed pleased enough in what he encountered. You turn away when Steve finds you still lingering in the back. He takes your bag from your hand and motions you to walk with him.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,” you sigh out. “It just feels weird to be back to square one, you know? I worked so hard to get where I am and now I have to go back to training wheels. It’s not really fair.”

Steve offers you a sympathetic smile.

“You’ll be back with us before you know it,” he assures you. “And if Loki is to be trusted, which I’ll admit is a hard thing for me to do, you’ll come out of this stronger than ever.”

“I was already strong before,” you sigh. “I was doing fine. Sure, I didn’t have some super soldier serum or a powerful suit, but I was fighting alongside you so that speaks for itself.”

“Y/N…”

“Steve just…” you whisper in resignation. “I was happy being normal and now… now, I’m not. I haven’t really gotten a chance to wrap my head around that everything has completely changed.”

“I understand,” Steve breathes out. “Things just happen in life, Y/N. They may be good, most times it’s bad, and it’s up to us to figure out how to deal with it. I know you have it in you to make the best out of this situation.”

Steve stops at the door of your room and hands you your bag back. Your hand lingers on his as the request comes swiftly into your mind.

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

Steve nods, “Anything.”

“I’m going to try my best to gain control of this power but if I can’t, then I want it out of me.”

“That could kill you.”

“Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good,” you tell him. “You out of everyone should know. You did the same thing years ago.”

“And you know what that cost me.”

Indeed you did. He had told you about it some time ago. Trusted you with this information he kept close.

Steve had lost his comrades, the love of his life, and skipped 70 years into the future and though you wouldn’t have the same repercussions he had, you found the conclusion albeit still alarming.

“If I hurt someone, Steve… If I end up on the wrong side of things where I become the enemy… I don’t know if I could live with myself if I could have prevented it to begin with.”

Steve hesitates but he must see the deep desperation in your eyes.

“I’ll look into it,” Steve sighs. “And if that day comes… Just know, I’ll find another way to save you. I don’t care what it takes.”

You knew Steve to be stubborn so you allowed him this small victory. You release your hand from his and take your bag. Steve is quick to pull you into a hug and you allow yourself the small comfort.

“The next time I see you better be on a good note,” Steve chuckles into your ear. “I know you can beat this, Y/N. Don’t give up before it even starts.”

You nod and force yourself to let him go. He offers you one last encouraging smile before finally turning and walking away.

Your quiet solemn moment is disrupted by a dark chuckle that appears suddenly in front of you.

“That was agonizing to watch,” Loki mutters. “I think our innocent Captain was expecting a kiss out of it.”

“We’re just friends,” you respond glaring at the God that leaned against the door frame of his room which conveniently resided right in front of yours.

“Are you sure?” Loki grins. “I don’t think you’re being completely honest at this moment.”

“And I think you’re spinning lies out of nowhere so you can incite drama because you find yourself bored.”

Loki doesn’t respond and you knew you had him. You turn away and open the door of your room. You don’t bother to turn the light on as you throw your bag inside. You make up your mind you’ll unpack and settle in later.

“Come on,” you call out to Loki. “Let me introduce you to everyone.”

A highlight at being moved to the large and expansive Avengers Facility that laid out of the city is the people who resided there. You can’t help but laugh when you step into the dining room to find a Welcome Home banner hung up with Wanda and Vision at the head of a filled table. Bucky and Sam were there too but the serious scowl on their faces made it seem like they were unhappy with your arrival.

“You didn’t have to do all of that,” you tell Wanda as you hug her. “It hasn’t been that long since I’ve stayed here.”

“It’s been long enough,” Wanda states.

“Welcome home Agent Y/N,” Vision nods at you.

“Hello again, Viz.”

“We all heard about what happened,” Wanda speaks up. “Are you ok?”

“Not really,” you shrug. “But I will be once I get myself under control.”

Wanda squeezes your arm and you turn towards Bucky and Sam who haven’t moved to greet you. They remain rooted in place as they glared at your travel partner who remains in the outskirts of the room.

“Hey, stop that,” you nudge them. “He’s not a threat.”

“That’s not what Steve said,” Bucky mutters. “He said we needed to pay extra attention to him.”

“Yeah, emphasis on extra,” Sam adds.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it literally,” you argue.

“Better safe than sorry,” Sam responds.

You roll your eyes at them and turn to Loki instead.

“Loki, this is the rest of the team,” you introduce him vaguely. “Team, this is Loki.”

Wanda’s the only one to offer a small wave while everyone else remained silent. You understood why Vision was hesitant to step forward. Loki had once wielded the mind stone that was currently resting on his forehead. As for Bucky and Sam, they were just being overprotective by Steve’s warning.

“Alright, great start,” you mumble as you nod Loki forward. “Let’s just sit. They’ll get over the whole security threat thing once they realize you’re not going to do anything.”

“And what if I do step out of line?” Loki asks with a slight grin.

The question doesn’t go unheard as Bucky and Sam are quick to straighten up while Wanda lets out a heavy sigh. You set your plate down and turn towards the mischievous God.

“Bucky there,” you point out. “Has a metal arm and a variation of the super soldier serum running through his body. He’s also a very notorious assassin but we don’t talk about it.”

You then point towards Sam.

“Now Sam here, you might think he’s nothing special and in a way he isn’t…”

“Hey!”

You shoot Sam a pointed glare and he shuts up enough to allow you to continue.

“As I was saying, Sam may not be a super soldier, but he can sure fight like one and you won’t want to face him with his Falcon suit on. You won’t stand a chance if he catches you in the air.”

Loki takes in the information you offered and makes note of it. He knows better than to create enemies without knowing who they are and the threat they may impose on him.

“Now Wanda is a sweetheart,” you continue earning a smile from her. “But she can kick ass if she needs to and between you and me, I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. She got her powers through the mind stone which allows her to do a lot of cool stuff. Telekinesis, telepathy, force fields, mental manipulation… The list goes on and on.”

You take a deep breath and then turn to Vision who’s still joining them on the table though he doesn’t need to eat dinner.

“Now Vision is the youngest of us all if you can believe it,” you tell Loki. “I still don’t understand the science of how he was made but basically he’s an android with a conscience. A robot with a heart of gold. Plus, he’s the self-appointed guardian of the mind stone and we all saw him wield Mjolnir though Thor refuses to admit it.”

Loki now realizes why his brother had been so easily convinced to allow him out of his sight. With this band of trainee heroes, Loki would be well supervised and beaten if he stepped out of line.

“Now that the introductions are out of the way, let’s eat.”

You eagerly begin to pile food on your plate passing the courses around. Everyone follows your lead easing into an amicable conversation. Loki simply sat back and drank the wine offered as he suddenly found himself with appetite lost.

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Love the way you hate me - Bang Chan enemies to lovers College AU

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, reader is a virgin, multiple smut scenes, slight triggerish themes

I started writing this while I was hammered, so if there’s any spelling errors, I’m sorry LMAO

You’ve always hated him. His hair, his face, his sexy jawline, his cute dimple, all of it. But most of all, you hated the butterflies that would erupt in your stomach everytime he was near you.

You both had a very obvious dislike for each other, and you both made that clear. He would always tease you, and you would always shoot back a sly remark. He knew you were a virgin, he could tell by the way you acted around guys. At first he thought you were gay, but the way you seemed around men made it too obvious.

“If you ever need help, maybe I can do it.” He’d tease with a smirk. “Maybe I’d make you fall in love with me.”

Fall in love? Yeah, right. But maybe him being your first wasn’t a bad idea. I mean yeah you hated him, but no strings would be attached, right? You already hated each other, so catching feelings was already out of the picture. But how do you ask the swim captain to take your virginity? Would he even accept it?

“Maybe you should try getting some dick.” Your best friend, Minho, advised. “Maybe then you’d stop having an attitude problem.”

“By who Minho? I’m not interested in anyone.” You pointed out, taking a fry from his tray and eating it.

“I don’t know, and personally I really don’t care. Just try and get some dick. Or at least some coochie.” He muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t have an attitude problem.” You argued.

“Really? Because anytime I say something to you snap,” He said, snapping his fingers. “Right the fuck back. Either you need some dick or a whole new attitude adjustment.”

“Whatever.” You muttered, dismissing his rant.

Your eyes fell on Chan as he walked in the room, his group of friends around him. He was laughing and talking to another member of the swim team, Hyunjin. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on yours, making a smirk stretch across his face as he noticed you were looking at him. You rolled your eyes and looked away, catching Minho’s eye.

“What about him?” He asked.

“Bang Chan?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes yet again. “And why would I do that to myself?”

“I mean I don’t know... He’s hot, popular, an amazing athlete, and by what I can tell by the gray sweats he wears... He’s got it all.” Minho pointed out.

“Ew! Minho!” You gasped, smacking his arm. “I didn’t know you had a thing for Chan!”

“Yah! I don’t like Chan. You know I’m a ladies man.” He said with a smirk. “But when girls constantly point it out... You tend to notice.”

You scrunched your nose up in disgust, taking a sip of your coke that you had in front of you. Minho kept looking at you before taking a bite of his burger, losing the thought of the conversation as he ate. You looked at Minho for a moment, taking in his features.

If Minho wasn’t your closest friend, you would’ve asked him to take your virginity. He came off as a cold asshole, but he was quite the opposite. He had become friends with you after you both had a group project, and you two were inseparable ever since. You always helped him out with his girl problems, which led him to complaining you never went to him about your guys problems, not that you had any.

But maybe, just maybe, he was right. You and Chan weren’t close, and you definitely didn’t like each other. He would more than likely keep it on the down low if you tried, as he seemed to treasure his reputation. He wouldn’t want to taint it by anyone finding out he had slept with you.

You stood outside of exit after you had finished your after school duties; tidying up the library and helping prep for a few classes. You knew Chan was done swim practice soon, as it ended at 4 PM every week day. You watched the doors to the gym open, and out walked Chan, his hair damp and curly from practicing in the water.

You swallowed hard and slowly approached him as he unlocked the door to his car, his eyes focused on the task.

“Chan?” You asked.

He lifted his head and turned towards you, a smirk stretching across his lips when he saw you.

“Y/N? This is quite the surprise.” He laughed, his dimple poking through as he looked at you.

“Yeah yeah, surprise.” You muttered.

“What’s up? What brings you to this side of campus?” He asked.

“I have a proposition for you.” You said, looking at him seriously.

“Oh?” He asked, leaning back against his car. “And what would that be?”

“I need you to help me with that little problem you pointed out.” You said lowly.

He arched a brow at you and tilted his head.

“What little problem?” He asked.

“Ya know... About me being a... um...” You trailed off, swallowing hard as you looked at him. “A virgin.”

His jaw dropped as he stared at you, shock in his eyes.

“Woah... Um... Wow...” He began scratching the back of his neck. “So you uh... Want me to be your first?”

You nodded, biting your lip anxiously.

“Y/N, I don’t know what kind of guy you take me for, but I don’t go around taking virginities...” He said, trailing off. “Why me anyways?”

“Because I want to lose it to someone I won’t get attached too.” You pointed out.

“Shouldn’t you want to get attached to your first time? I mean, be in love with that person?” He asked, shock still edging his voice.

“I’ve never been in love before.” You said.

He fell silent as he seemed to be thinking, taking his plump lower lip into his mouth.

“Please Chan? You and I don’t exactly like each other, and I’d rather not do it with someone I can get attached too. I’m in college and I’ve never had sex before...” You said, looking at him anxiously. “I mean if you don’t want too that’s okay, I can always find someone else.”

Chan looked at you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face for a sign of amusement, to see if it was a joke. His arms were crossed as he seemed to be thinking, before he stood up straight and looked down at you.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You looked him in the eyes and nodded confidently. He ran his fingers through his curly hair before taking a deep breath.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” He declared, looking at you. “But if you change your mind in any way I want you to back out.”

“I will.” You said with a smile.

“Good.” He said, leaning against his car and looking at you. “So where and when do you want to do this?”

“Is it possible to do it at your dorm? Maybe a day you don’t have practice so you’re not too tired.” You suggested.

He seemed to think for a moment, his eyes on the ground before he shrugged.

“My dorm works.” He said.

“Do you have a roommate?” You asked.

“Yeah, but he’s never home.” He informed you, his eyes still scanning your face to see if you were being serious.

“When are you free?” You pressed.

“I don’t have practice tomorrow.” He said, his eyes on yours. “Is that too soon for you?”

“Tomorrow works.” You accepted with a small smile. “What time works for you?”

“Come over after your finished with your after school stuff. Changbin should be gone until 9 or 10, so we’ll have plenty of time.” He said.

“Okay.” You said with a nod. “So 4:30 tomorrow?”

“That works.” He said, standing up straight, a small smirk on his lips. “We’re going to have some fun, babygirl.”

Your cheeks flared up and you glared at him, pushing past him.

“You’re such a weirdo!”

“Wait, so you ACTUALLY took my advice?” Minho asked, his eyes wide.

“I mean yeah, it’s my best bet.” You informed him, sipping on an almost completely dry box of Yoo-hoo.

“Okay Y/N, you sucked it bone dry.” Minho said with a sly smirk. “Like what you’ll do to Chan.”

You choked and coughed, shaking your head at him.

“You’re so gross Minho!” You rasped through your coughs.

“Gross or telling the truth?” He asked, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, whatever.” You mumbled.

“Speaking of the devil.” Minho pointed out, pointing with his chin.

You turned around and saw Chan walking into the cafeteria, surrounded by friends again. This time however, he had a disgustingly familiar female with him, Kim Yenna. She was disgustingly stuck up, with her dead over bleached hair, gross looking nails (who even gets them that color anymore anyways?) and over drawn on eyebrows, and her obnoxiously fake, overly high pitched voice. And if you couldn’t tell already, she was a total bitch.

She followed Chan around like a lost puppy, always gawking at him and hanging all over his shoulder. He seemed to either not mind or not notice, but with him you really couldn’t tell. She ran a little clique of his ‘fans’ who never stopped screeching during swim tournaments. I mean you had to admit, Chan looked killer in the swim shorts and tight swim shirt he wore, but it was nothing to rip your vocal cords up over.

“I wonder if Yenna has ever tried with Chan, she’s always stuck up his ass.” Minho pointed out, sticking a spoonful of pudding into his mouth.

“I dunno, maybe.” You said, taking a bite of his pudding.

“I don’t see how he can stand her, her voice itself makes me cringe.” Minho said, shuddering from just the thought of her screeching in his ear.

“Maybe he’s attracted to that type of girl.” You suggested, shrugging.

“Definitely not. I mean, he’s attracted to you, and you’re not like that.” Minho pointed out.

“Woah, Chan is NOT attracted to me.” You argued, looking at him.

“Oh yeah, he just agreed to take your virginity.” Minho said sarcastically, rolling his dark eyes.

“That’s different.” You tried.

“How? You have to have SOME type of attraction to someone to sleep with them.” He pointed out, arching a brow at you.

“Whatever.” You muttered.

You raised your eyes to where Chan was standing and made eye contact with Yenna, who gave you a bitchy smirk and clung to Chan again. Oh yeah, she was also a bitch to you. You didn’t know why, or how it happened, but she was.

“If I could get away with slapping a woman silly it’d be her.” Minho pointed out, looking at her. “Without hesitation, I’d knock that bitch out.”

“Minho!” You laughed.

“What?” He asked, laughing.

“That’s not nice.” You giggled.

“Yeah well, neither is she.” He mumbled. “Stuck up bitch.”

You bit your lip and withdrew your hand for a third time, pulling it back to your side and pacing again. You had been standing in front of Chan’s dorm for the past 5 minutes, debating whether or not to actually knock.

You didn’t have his number, so texting him was out of the question, and you were too nervous to knock. You sighed and threw your head in your hands, a groan leaving your lips.

Maybe I was too stupid for doing this.

Just as you were about to give up and walk away, Chan opened the door, giving you a shocked look.

“Oh, hey. How long have you been out here?” He asked.

“Er... Not long.” You lied.

“Well, come in.” He said, stepping aside and holding the door for you.

You slowly stepped into his dorm, the comforting smell of warm vanilla hitting your senses. You noticed a wax burner on the counter in the kitchen, a soft pink wax slowly melting inside of it.

“My rooms down this way.” Chan said, beckoning you to follow.

You followed him into the room the in the back, your eyes taking in everything in front of you.

First of all, you never realized how much black he wore until you saw all the shirts in his closet. They were all black, not a single other color in sight. Another thing you noticed is the California king bed in the center of the room, along with a computer and speakers. You knew Chan was a music production major, but his set up was incredible.

“Like it?” He asked.

You laughed and nodded, looking at his keyboard. He smiled at you and you shook your head, remembering who he was and why you were there. You sat on his bed, biting your lip as you thought of a way to start this. You’ve never done this before, and you never imagined doing it with a guy like Chan. Chan, the one you had a serious disliking for. Chan, the one who teased you all the time and would laugh at you when you got flustered. Chan, the one that-

Your thoughts were caught off as he slowly lifted your chin and pressed his plump lips to your own, making your body tense. He pulled away and looked at you, a questionable look in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this? You don’t seem comfortable.” He pointed out.

“Y-Yeah, I’m sure. I’m just nervous...” You pointed out awkwardly.

“It’s okay, just let me do the work, yeah? I’ll teach you.” He said softly.

You nodded as he leaned in again and pressed his pillowy lips back on to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into his kiss, sparks erupting in your lower belly. Chan felt your body relax and decided to take it to the next step, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue to ask for entry.

You allowed him entry as his tongue began to poke at your own. Your hands grabbed at his shirt in shock at the feeling of your tongues intertwining with each other, his plump lips still soft against your own. You felt his chest push against yours until you fell back on his bed, your mouths still connected as he hovered over you. His tongue could’ve easily dominated yours, very easily. But he kept the kiss gentle, knowing not to scare you.

Your hands clutched his biceps, almost shocked at how muscular they felt. He pulled away from your lips, a short string of saliva still attaching the both of you. He kissed your lips again before slowly kissing lower, his lips peppering kisses along your neck and jaw. You let out a tiny moan when he kissed the junction between your neck and shoulder, a smirk stretching across his face.

“Hm? A weak spot?” He asked, lightly sucking on it.

“Ahh, Chan.” You moaned out very softly, your fingers clutching his shirt.

“Chris. Call me Chris.” He said, lifting himself up and smirking at you. “Or daddy.”

“Yeah, in your dreams.” You hissed at him.

His eyes narrowed as he pinned your arms to either side of you, leaning down and sucking on your weak spot again. You let out a tiny whimper and he chuckled, pulling away from your neck with a small pop.

“Oh, so that’s it, huh?” He asked, arching a brow. “You’re a brat?”

“W-What?” You asked, your cheeks turning red.

“That’s exactly it, Y/N. You act all hard and have a sharp tongue, but the moment I touch this sweet little spot,” He cooed, lightly licking the spot he had sucked on. “You’re like puty in my hands.”

You whined at his words, knowing it was true. You were, indeed, a brat. He smirked down at you as he kissed along your jaw again, before coming to the neck line of your shirt. He slowly raised himself up and lifted his shirt over his head, your eyes gawking at his body.

He was completely ripped, his toned and built body in full view, along with his well defined pecks. He smirked and arched a brow at you, letting out a small laugh through his nose.

“Like what you see babygirl?” He asked.

You blushed at his words and covered your face, making him chuckle. He gently moved your hands aside and grabbed the hem of your shirt, looking at you. You nodded as he lifted your shirt over your head, his eyes scanning your body. You blushed again and went to cover up, but his hands stopped your own.

“Don’t cover yourself up Y/N.” He said softly, leaning foreword and pressing a soft kiss on the top of your right boob.

You watched him slowly unhook your bra and pull it off, your nipples standing at attention. He pressed a soft kiss to your nipple, before slowly sucking it into his mouth. You let out a soft moan, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lightly sucked on your soft mount. His hand massaged your other boob, his fingers gently tweaking your other nipple. Bliss filled your body, making a warm heat pool between your thighs. His thumb twirled your opposite nipple around, his mouth still latched to the other as you let out small whines. He finally pulled away with a small pop, his eyes shining as he saw you were already a mess.

“You’re so sensitive Y/N. It’s cute.” He purred.

Cute?

You didn’t have time to question it as he slowly slid your pants down your thighs, pulling them off of your legs. His eyes ate up the laced underwear you wore, a pretty shade of dark red with black topped lace.

“Those are beautiful.” He rasped, gently rubbing your thighs.

You blushed at his words, about to cover your face. You squealed as he wrapped his arms under your thighs and pulled your heat close to him, dropping his face to level with it. He glanced at you again and you, again, gave him the go ahead. He smirked at you as he licked up your covered heat, making a whine leave your lips.

“That was a cute sound, Y/N.” He chuckled.

“Shut u-oh!” You went to tell him to shut up, but his mouth attaching to your covered clit cut you off as you let out a moan.

He licked up your covered slit again before pulling your panties off, his eyes gluing to your dripping heat. His eyes beamed as he knew he had done this to you, and he was the only one who has. He dipped his head down and blew on your dripping slit, making you hiss at the feeling. He smirked as he licked a bold strip up your soaked folds, making you whimper.

“I love how vocal you are.” He rasped as he attached his lips to your clit.

You closed your eyes in bliss as he sucked on your sensitive nub, your fingers grabbing at his soft locks. Soft slurping sounds filled the room along with your moans, his tongue working magic on you. You felt one of his fingers poking your entrance, his eyes meeting your again.

“I’m gonna put a finger in to get you prepped, okay?” He asked.

You nodded and bit your lip as he slipped a finger into your heat, making you whimper at the foreign feeling. He pumped it soft and slow, curling it just right. His lips reattached to your clit as he gently worked your begging hole, your pussy happily sucking in his finger. You let out a loud whine when he slipped a second in, making him pull away from your clit and press wet kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“I know babygirl, but you don’t want it to hurt.” He rasped softly.

His fingers pumped slowly into, curling just the right way as his tongue rolled your clit expertly, making you close your eyes tight as your legs began to shake, your thighs closing around his head.

“Ch-Chan, something’s happening.” You whimpered.

“You’re gonna orgasm babygirl, it’s okay. You can cum.” He purred, slurping on your clit.

You let out a high pitched whimper as you came on his fingers and tongue, a small chuckle coming from his lips as your thighs tightened around his head, your eyes shut tight. He helped you through your high, lightly pumping his fingers and detaching his lips from your clit, careful not to over work you yet. He pressed wet kisses from the top of your heat, up your stomach and chest, and finally to your lips. Your eyes fluttered open as he looked down at you, his eyes soft.

“You okay?” He asked, wiping his mouth.

“Y-Yeah... That felt amazing.” You panted.

“Good.... Do you want to continue?” He asked, tilting his head.

“I-If you’re okay with that.” You said shyly.

He smiled down at you and pressed a comforting peck to your lips, his hand rubbing your hip.

“Of course I’m okay with it, I just wanted to make sure you were.” He said gently.

He stood up and pulled his pants down, his hard length pressed painfully against his boxers. Your eyes popped out of your head when he pulled his boxers down, the sound of his very girthy length hitting his stomach filling the room. He giggled at your expression, his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

“W-Will that fit?” You asked.

“Yeah babygirl, don’t worry.” He said gently, hovering over you again. “I’ll go slow.”

You nodded and he leaned over and reached into his nightstand, cursing as he rummaged around.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I... Don’t have any condoms. Fuck, I’m sorry. I haven’t done this in awhile and I figured I had some.” He sighed.

“Wait you haven’t.. Done anything in awhile?” You asked.

“I told you before Y/N, I’m really not like that.” He said with a small smile.

You bit your lip for a moment and thought, your eyes meeting his.

“Is your pull out game strong?” You asked.

He nearly choked when you asked, an amused laugh leaving his mouth.

“Oh my god. Yes, it’s good, clearly. I don’t have kids.” He laughed.

“Yeah yeah, shut up. Just pull out.” You instructed.

“If that’s what you want.” He giggled.

He hovered over you again, using one of his hands to bring your own to his shoulders.

“Grip me if it hurts.” He said softly.

You nodded as you felt his tip poking your entrance. He looked down at you as he slowly slipped the tip in, his eyes searching your face. Your jaw fell slack as he pushed in a little more, a whimper leaving your lips as tears brimmed your eyes. He stopped his hips and pressed soft kisses to your jaw. He pulled away and rubbed your hair, his eyes soft.

“Are you okay? Can you take it?” He asked.

You nodded, your nails digging into his biceps. He kissed your lips as he pushed in some more, a choked whine leaving your lips as a tear slipped past your eye. He kissed it away and clutched you tightly, halting his hips again.

“You’re doing so well babygirl, I promise. The pain will go away soon.” He whispered gentle praises in your ear, making you relax as he slipped the final inch inside of you, his hips meeting yours.

He allowed you to stay like that, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as he waited for your signal to move. You whined and he gave you a soft smile as he slowly dragged himself from your aching walls, gently pushing back in.

“Fuck.” He rasped, his hips rolling deeply into yours. “You’re so tight.”

You whimpered at his words, tangling your fingers in his soft locks as he began to pick up the pace. He slipped his hand between the two of you, rubbing figure eights on your clit as his length slid in and out of your heat. You let out a high pitched whimper as he fluidly rolled his hips into yours, rubbing your gspot and circling your clit. You tugged at his locks as pleasure blinded you, your toes curling every time his length slid into your walls.

“I’m gonna cum again Chan.” You whimpered, fingers clutching his hair.

“It’s okay babygirl, cum for me.” He rasped, rolling his hips deeply into yours.

You came with a soft whimper of his name falling from your lips, your body trembling as he rode out your high before pulling out and cumming on your stomach with a deep groan. Hot spurts on your skin made you glance down, seeing the small mess on your belly, but the look on his face was well worth it. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, plump lips parted as he stroked his length, getting every last drop out. Your eyes wandered to his length, your eyes widening when you noticed blood on it. You looked down and noticed blood on the sheets as well, panic filling you.

“U-Um, Chan? Why is there blood?” You asked, panic lacing your tone.

Chan snapped out of his post sex trance and looked at you, then down to his bloody length, then to the sheets, then your bleeding entrance, before chuckling.

“It’s normal silly.” He giggled.

“I-It is?” You asked.

He nodded and got up, looking around for a towel.

“I should clean us up.” He said.

“I can just... Go.” You said awkwardly.

He turned to you and lifted a brow.

“Why?” He asked.

“I mean... Shouldn’t I?” You asked.

“Why would you think that? I told you before, I’m not that type of guy. And there’s no way I’m gonna kick you out right after I took your virginity, and you’re bleeding on top of it.” He pointed out.

“Sorry...” You apologized shyly.

He sighed and gave you a small smile before wetting a rag and wiping his length off. He slowly rested between your legs and wiped the blood off of your entrance and thighs, cleaning you up completely before plopping down next to you. You both stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes glued to the ceiling fan.

“What was your first time like?” You asked.

He looked at you in shock for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. He let out a small laugh and rubbed his forehead, his eyes closed.

“It was with my first girlfriend back when I was in high school.” He said.

“Oh... Was she a virgin too?” You asked.

“Yeah, she was.” He said, turning his head away. “God, I wish I could take it back.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, your eyes sad.

“She was the first girl I ever loved, and god did I love her so much. I tried to give her everything I could. I spoiled her, I gave her time, I gave her love, and she went ahead and cheated on me.” He said softly.

Your eyes softened at his words, your heart oddly hurting for him. His eyes looked so sad, so confused.

“It’s been years but I still don’t know why.” He said, looking at you. “I guess it was just me.”

“Chan, it definitely wasn’t you. If you did all that for her, then it was her.” You pointed out.

He shrugged and stared off into space, his eyes wandering around.

“I’m serious Chan, you didn’t deserve that.” You said.

He gave a small laugh and looked at you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Don’t you hate me? Aren’t you supposed to say I deserve it? Don’t you think I’m a shitty person?” He asked.

“I think you’re annoying, not a shitty person.” You pointed out.

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes, turning towards you.

“I’ll take that over being shitty.” He laughed. “But thanks, you’re too sweet.”

You rolled your eyes and turned the opposite way as him, facing the wall. Your eyes felt heavy as they began to close, and you fell asleep to the sound of Chan snoring softly beside you.

Your eyes fluttered open as light poured into the room. You opened your eyes and turned over, shock and horror filling you as you realized you were laying directly next to Chan. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted as he slept. You went to move away, accidentally bumping him. His brows furrowed and he slowly opened his eyes, a small smirk stretching across his face.

“Staring at me while I sleep now babygirl?” He asked.

“I wasn’t!” You gasped, turning away.

He chuckled and moved closer, making goosebumps form on your skin as he leaned close, whispering against the skin on your shoulder.

“You can stare at me as much as you like babygirl. I know you like what you see.”

You squealed and went to push him away, making him laugh as he grabbed your arms, his face just a mere inch from yours.

“You get so flustered so easily.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, whatever.” You mumbled.

He chuckled and held your arms, a smirk on his face.

“So? Do you want this to be a thing? Like a friends with benefits type of thing?” He asked.

“We aren’t friends.” You pointed out.

“Yeah yeah, ‘enemies’ with benefits or whatever.” He said, his eyes on yours.

“Should we?” You asked, wanting his confirmation before saying yes.

“I mean, I don’t see why not. You’re not hooking up or with anyone, clearly.” He pointed out. “And neither am I. It’ll benefit us both.”

You thought about it for a moment, biting your lip before nodding.

“Cool.” He said with a smile. “Should I get condoms? Or are you comfortable starting birth control?”

“I can start birth control, I don’t see a problem with it.” You said with a nod.

“Cool.” He said, getting up. “We should probably keep this on the down low, yeah?”

You nodded as you watched him get up and throw a pair of his black boxers on. You weren’t surprised to say the least, already knowing he would’ve asked you to do so to protect his image. You sat up and covered yourself with the blanket as you looked around for your clothes, which were conveniently scattered across the room. You cursed as you looked around for you thongs, when you heard him clear his throat. You lifted your head and saw the laced topped underwear dangling from his pointer finger, a smirk on his face.

“Give them to me.” You demanded, storming over to him with the blanket wrapped around you.

“Hmmm... Maybe if you give me a kiss.” He said with a smirk, dropping his face down to your level.

“In your dreams, morning breath.” You growled, reaching for your panties.

He smirked and lifted them higher, his dimple poking through his cheek. You glared at him and went to snatch them again, when he pecked your lips and then ran out of the room with them, making your face turn red from being flustered, and from anger.

“Bang Chan you are so annoying!”

You sat with Minho after school in the indoor swimming pool area, watching the swim team. You were always helping after school, and that included sport activities. You had help set up the gym for the tournament, and now it was full of people from both teams, and their classmates. Your eyes wandered to Chan, who was clad in black swim shorts and a tight black swim shirt, a bright blue streak running along the sides of both the shirt and shorts. He looked absolutely ethereal like that, his hair soaked and curled, his swim shirt glued to his chest from the water.

His eyes were on Hyunjin as he came up, just coming before the boy from the other team did. Chan smiled at Hyunjin and helped him out of the water, patting his back and praising him. You watched the two of them, when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You turned your head and made eye contact with Yenna, who was giving you a dirty look.

“Do you always have to eye rape him?” Yenna asked, folding her arms and pursing her lips. “It’s pathetic.”

You were just about to say a snarky remark when Minho whipped his head around and looked at her, his eyes narrowed. You had to admit, when Minho was pissed, he was VERY intimidating.

“So if watching the swim captain when we’re at a, I don’t know, swim tournament is eye rape, then what do you call all of the annoying clinging and hanging all of him when he clearly isn’t interested? Molestation? Because you sure as fuck do that a lot.” Minho pointed out, eyes narrowed.

The girls in Yenna’s “clique” gasped at his words, making Yenna’s face and ears turn bright red. She grit her teeth and walked off the bleachers, irritation in her eyes. You smiled at Minho who bumped you with his shoulder, a smile on his face.

“Don’t look now, but hot swim captain is definitely looking at you.” Minho said lowly.

You slowly turned your head and made eye contact with Chan, who gave you a side smile before turning back to the water. Your cheeks turned red and Minho giggled, shaking his head.

“You let him take your virginity, now you’re shy when he looks at you?” He asked, chuckling.

“Shhh!” You hushed him, looking around.

“What? I didn’t say it loud.” Minho giggled.

“You said it loud enough!” You whisper yelled.

He chuckled and shook his head, looking at you.

“Did you get on birth control yet?” He asked.

“I go to pick up my prescription today.” You informed him.

“Good, you don’t need no Channie babies running around.” He giggled.

You smack his arm and he let out a yelp, rubbing the spot you hit.

“Ow!” He groaned. “You’re real spicy again. How long has it been since you last hooked up? You definitely need some dick.”

“We only hooked up that one time so far.” You admitted with a blush.

“Wait, it’s been a week and you guys haven’t done anything again?” He asked, arching a brow.

“Minho he’s the captain of the swim team, he doesn’t have all of the time in the world. Besides, he isn’t obligated to give me time. We’re only screwing around.” You pointed out.

“Whatever.” Minho grumbled, still rubbing his arm.

After the tournament, you got up and walked down the bleachers, stepping into the walk way. You felt someone slightly bump you, and you turned to see an attractive boy from the other swim team. He gave you a kind smile and gave you a small bow.

“Sorry, I don’t pay attention.” He said with a sweet smile.

“It’s okay, no worries.” You said, bowing back politely.

“I’m surprised your so friendly, since I’m from the rival school and all.” He laughed.

“It doesn’t matter to me, I’m just here because I set up.” You giggled.

“Really? It looks great. Maybe you should get in the water some time.” He said with a huge smile.

“I can’t swim, but thank you.” You thanked him as you headed out, catching up with Minho.

But not before you caught Chan’s eye. He was looking at you, almost watching you.

Weirdo.

You thanked the woman at the pharmacy as you picked up your birth control prescription, slipping it into your bag as you walked out. As you were walking out, you bumped in to someone else.

“Sorry Mister.” You apologized, before realizing who it was.

Chan was looking down at you, a smile on his face.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked.

“I was um... Grabbing the birth control.” You said lowly and awkwardly.

He smiled at you and nodded, beckoning for you to follow him back in.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I get my protein powder here. It’s the only place that sells the brand I like.” He informed you, grabbing a thing of it and paying. “Wanna go get some coffee?” “Why?” You asked, tilting your head.

“I mean, every time I talk to you isn’t going to be to get my dick wet babygirl.” He said with a smirk as he led you out of the pharmacy and to the cafe.

“Ya know, for someone who wants to keep what we’re doing on the down low, you call me that quite a lot.” You pointed out.

He chuckled and ordered your drinks, paying for yours. You looked at him and frowned, making him laugh.

“I mean, you just had to pay for birth control. I’m pretty sure I can at least grab you a coffee.” He said.

You shrugged and sipped your drink, following him as he walked out of the cafe. He led you to his car and beckoned for you to get in, and you followed him in. You opened the birth control and checked the time, wanting to take it at the same time every day (You’re supposed too). Chan watched you pop it down your throat, making him swallow hard.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He said, starting his car and driving off.

“No Chan really, what is it? It looks like you’ve just seen a ghost.” You said.

“You really aren’t helping my case.” He said lowly.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You just... Took the birth control that you got specifically because of me right in front of my face after I told you I’m not always trying to get my dick wet.” He grumbled, eyes focusing on the road.

A good and bad idea popped into your head. Minho always talked about rough sex, saying the women he’s messed around with purposely would get him worked up/pissed off just for him to ruin them and honestly, you were curious about it. Yeah it would only be your second time, but you were curious if Chan would get so worked up and ruin you. You gave him a sweet smile then rested your hand on his thigh, softly rubbing it.

“It’s okay Channie.” You said with a smile.

His breath hitched and his hand grabbed yours and squeezed, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at you.

“You’re playing a dangerous game babygirl.” He growled.

“Am I, Channie?” You asked. “How dangerous?”

As soon as you were in Chan’s dorm, his lips were all over yours. His hands were on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he backed you into his room. His lips were hungry against yours as he pushed you on the bed, detaching his lips from yours, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. He rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip, spreading the saliva on it. You closed your mouth on the tip of his thumb and he smirked at you, lifting his shirt over his head.

“On your hands and knees babygirl.” He commanded.

You flipped yourself onto your hands and knees, making him chuckle.

“What?” You asked, looking back at him.

“I’m going to teach you how to arch, alright?” He asked.

You nodded as you felt his right hand rub your right asscheek, gently massaging it. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of his hands roaming your ass. You felt his hand slide up your back, as he began to put pressure in the middle.

“Lower your front upper half.” He instructed.

You did as he told you, pressing your chest flat against the bed, your cheek against the mattress as the only thing up in the air was your ass.

“Perfect.” He purred, gripping your asscheek and rubbing it.

You felt his hands move your shirt up, unclasping your bra as he slid your shirt and bra off, lifting you just enough to get them off of you. He pressed soft kisses to your bare shoulder and back as he began to kiss his way down your body, until he got to the waist band of your pants. He slid your pants down and off your legs, his eyes staring at your ass and covered core. He placed both hands on both of your asscheeks, rubbing them in firm motions.

“Your ass is so perfect.” He rasped.

You blushed at his praise, then inhaled sharply as he moved your panties to the side, the cool air hitting your dripping heat. He chuckled as he ran a finger on your slit, spreading your arousal.

“You get so wet babygirl, I love it.” He groaned.

You felt a finger slip into your entrance, making you moan softly as he began to pump it in and out of you. His eyes watched the way your pussy swallowed around his finger, hugging it tightly. He smirked as you let out tiny moans, slightly pushing your hips back against his finger for more friction.

“What’s wrong babygirl?” He asked with his smirk still plastered across his face. “What do you want?”

You whimpered at his words, knowing he knew damn well what you wanted. You wiggled your ass a bit and he chuckled, pulling his fingers from your soaked heat. You let out a loud whine and he smirked down at you.

“You have to use your words babygirl.” He purred.

“I-I want you to fuck me, Chris.” You whined, using his birth name to finally get what you want.

His eyes darkened as you finally heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor, feeling the blunt, thick head of his length against your entrance. You felt him gently slide it on your folds, slicking it up. You whimpered in annoyance, earning a chuckle from him.

“What’s wrong babygirl?” He asked with a small chuckle.

“Please, please stop teasing me Chris.” You whimpered.

He leaned foreword and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder, a soft smile on his face as he slowly began to slip into you. You grit your teeth as his length once again stretched your heat. It wasn’t as painful as the first time, but it still hurt pretty bad. When he was up to the hilt inside of you, he kissed up your bare back, rubbing your hips soothingly.

“You okay?” He asked.

You nodded and pressed your cheek into the bedding, looking back at him.

“I’m okay, you can move. Please, move.” You whimpered.

He slowly drew his hips back, then pushed them foreword slowly until his hips met the flesh of your ass. You keened as his length pushed deep into you, making you let out a choked moan. His thrusts were shallow and slow, making you whine out.

“I can take more Chris, you don’t have to be so gentle.” You rasped.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes, please Chris. I need more.” You whimpered.

With that, his pace began to pick up. His grip on your hips tightened as he began to thrust fluidly into your dripping heat, making you see stars as he began to rub your Gspot. Your hands clutched the blankets on his bed, loud moans and whimpers leaving your lips as he snapped his hips into yours. Your toes curled and you buried your face into his bedding as the pleasure began to blind you.

“Who was that guy you were talking too?” He asked with a deep roll of his hips.

“Fuck- what guy?” You asked, trying to cling to the last bit of sanity you had.

“The one that was in the swimming tournament.” He growled, snapping his hips roughly into yours, slapping sounds filling the room every time his hips met the flesh of your ass.

“I-I don’t know him. He just- oh, God... He just bumped into me.” You rasped, clinging harshly to the blankets as your whines and moans became more high pitched and desperate.

You came hard with his name rolling off of your tongue, like it was your favorite verse of a song. His hips stuttered as he fought to contain himself long enough to ride out your high before pulling out and cumming on your back and ass with a deep groan. You both panted as you allowed your lower half to fall flat along with the upper half of your body, when you felt him plop on top of you, being careful not to crush you. You turned your head as it rested on the bed as you looked at him. His wavy hair was damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead, his eyes were closed, his plump lips parted as he panted, and his chest and shoulders glistened with sweat.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, panting as he slowly peeled himself back off of you before placing a kiss on your shoulder and grabbing a towel. He made his way back over to you and wiped you up, his eyes going to yours.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice soft. “You bled again.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just need a minute to breathe.” You rasped.

He nodded and plopped down beside you on his back, his breathing still ragged.

“This is your fault you know, I didn’t even plan for us to do this today.” Chan said, looking at you.

“Mhmm, sure.” You muttered.

“Maybe I corrupted you.” He giggled.

You smacked his chest and he yelped, glaring at you as you glared at him.

“Perv.” You muttered.

“You’re the pervert. You’re the one who seduced me when I was just minding my own business. I really have corrupted you already.”

SMACK.

“OW!”

You finished setting up the banner to the pool room, pridefully looking at it. You had hand made it and spent hours on it, excited to finally hang it up. Chan had also helped with it, staying after his swim meets and practices to help you. You both had been spending more time together recently, more time than you even noticed. He was just always there, even though he annoyed the hell out of you.

“Y/N!” You heard one of the swimmers, Hyunjin, call, beckoning you over to the pool.

You, being curious, decided to go see what was up. You walked over and he pointed to the water.

“Can you check that thermostat real quick?” He asked.

You being slightly naive didn’t think that hey, he was a swimmer, he could just get right up in there and check it. Instead, you leaned foreword and looked down, squinting your eyes at it. You were about to read it when two arms grabbed you and dragged you into the water, making you yelp. Your body went under and you desperately searched for the floor, anxiety making your breath knocked out of you as you tried to break to the surface.

You couldn’t swim, and you had almost drowned at one point, making water one of your biggest fears. And now you were stuck in that position again, your lungs screaming for air as you tried to kick your legs. You felt strong arms grab you and lift you out of the water. You coughed and sputtered water as Chan lifted you out of the pool, shock and worry on his face.

“Can you not swim?” He asked in disbelief.

“No.” You choked, coughing out water as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You shoved him away from you, anger and fear searing through you, as he had been the one that dragged you under.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He said, his eyes still wide.

You pushed past him and grabbed your stuff, hurrying out and rushing back to your dorms. You locked yourself in your dorm, sobs shaking your body as you were still fighting off the anxiety and embarrassment. You curled into yourself, still soaked, as your phone rang, and you saw Chan’s caller ID. But you didn’t pick up, you didn’t answer his text. You just cried by yourself, wishing you could just disappear.

You didn’t like parties. scratch that, you hated them. They were always over crowded, smelled like alcohol, cigarettes, and teen pregnancies, and no one ever had a good intention there. You haven’t been to many college parties, always straying away from them.

But tonight was different, to say the least. Minho had dragged you to a frat party, since he was friends with the host, who turned out to be Hyunjin. You were standing with Minho, a solo cup in your hand as you had decided to drink for once. You sipped on your drink as Minho talked to the other guys, just zoning in and out of the conversation. You were also distracted, as Chan was there, Yenna clinging to his arm as usual. He was talking with his roommate, Changbin, not paying her any attention. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking, but seeing her all over him kind of pissed you off.

You and Chan have hooked up a total of 13 times in the past month and a half, but ever since the incident, neither of you have spoken. He never talks about Yenna, but with the way he lets her cling to him has you questioning if he’s sleeping with her too. But why should you care? It’s not like you two were dating, and you hated him. At least, you were supposed too. You kept your eyes on Minho for the most part, but they also tended to wander to Chan. He never once glanced at you, that you’ve noticed.

Yenna leaned a little too close to his face and you finally decided to distract yourself. You put your cup down and excused yourself to the bathroom, slowly making your way through the crowd of people who were either dry humping each other or making out. You half stumbled through them to make it to the bathroom, about to reach for the knob when the door opened. Your eyes widened when you recognized the guy you had almost bumped into while leaving the swim tournament. He gave you a friendly smile, and you looked at him in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“We love us some parties, and we got invited. We don’t like to pass up generous offers.” He said with a smile.

“Ah, I see.” You said awkwardly.

“Do you wanna drink a bit? You’re like, the only nice one here.” He pouted.

“Sure.” You said with a shrug

.He led you to the kitchen, the both of you taking jello shots and talking. He kept pushing drinks on you, making you very drunk. You never get like this, so the feeling is new as you’re nearly wasted. He keeps trying to hand you even more drinks, but you start declining them. You knew you fucked up after the last shot, and now you felt sick. You went to excuse yourself, when he grabbed your arm.

“Too drunk?” He asked.

You nodded and he led you outside into the cool night air, and you felt grateful for him doing so. That is, until you realized his intentions. He slammed his lips into yours, and you quickly pushed him away, backing away from him. That kiss was nothing like Chan’s, not one bit. Chan’s was always full of passion, while this guys was full of pure lust and hunger. You backed away from him and his expression became angry.

“You led me on.” He snarled angrily, stepping up to you.

You backed into the wall, tears filling your eyes as you began to cower away from him. You didn’t understand what he was talking about, you had only been nice.

“You’re just a whore, aren’t you? You must sleep around with a bunch of guys, since you seem to flirt with every guy in sight.” He spit at you, making your stomach churn.

He smirked as he realized you were trapped between the outside of the house and him, his eyes dangerous.

“I’ll treat you like a whore then.” He snarled, his lips almost crashing against yours again.

You closed your eyes and tried to push him away, when suddenly he grunted and staggered back, clutching his jaw. You looked up and saw Chan standing in front of you, his eyes dark as his jaw was clenched and tight. The kid stepped up to Chan and Chan swung again, catching his face and tossing him on the ground.

You trembled as you felt someone grab you and pull you away, and you recognized Changbin. Minho instantly came out of the house, checking you over and sighing with relief.

“Hyunjin distracted everyone else.” He informed Changbin.

“Good. This kid needs to get his ass out of here, him and his goon friends.” Changbin said.

“Y/N?”

You lifted your head and saw Chan approaching you quickly, grabbing your face and looking you over.

“Are you okay, are you hurt?” He asked, his voice shaking with anger.

“I-I’m okay.” You stuttered out.

He sighed in relief and pulled you into his chest, his arms around you tight. You leaned into him, half for comfort, half because you were so trashed you couldn’t hold yourself up. His hand stroked your hair as he rested his cheek on your head before looking at Minho.

“I’m gonna take her back to my dorm.” He informed him.

Minho nodded and looked back at the kids friends who were looking for him.

“Go, we’ll take care of this.” Minho said as Changbin smiled at him.

Chan lifted you into his arms and brought you to his car, buckling you in before heading back to his dorms. You kept dozing off, your head feeling heavy as you leaned it against the window. Chan didn’t say a single word until you got back to his dorm. You immediately headed for the toilet, throwing up your stomach content. You felt his hands gently pull your hair back into a make shift pony tail, holding your hair out of your face. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you finished, sitting down on the floor.

“Do you ever drink this much?” He asked.

You shook your head and he sighed, going to his dresser and bringing an over sized T-shirt. You went to move but almost fell over, so he helped you rid of all of your clothes besides your panties. He slipped the T-shirt over your head and handed you his bottle of mouth wash. You rinsed your mouth as he went to get the bed set up. When he came back, you were leaning against the door frame, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Do you feel sick again?” He asked, walking over and grabbing you by your elbows.

You shook your head and stepped into his arms, burying your face into his chest. You felt his one hand stroke your hair, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he held you tightly.

“I was so scared.” You whimpered into his strong chest. “I didn’t think you were going to come for me. I didn’t think anyone was.”

His arm tightened around you, his hand cradling your head into him. His breathing was ragged as he got mad again, his cheek resting on your head.

“His kisses, th-they weren’t like yours. They were gross and made me feel gross.” You said with a small sob.

“I know baby, I know. It’s all okay now, he can’t touch you. I’m here, I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He said softly.

He brought you to his bed, sliding in with you and pulling you into his arms. His one arm was tucked under your head, the other pushing your hair out of your face. Your hand found his as you looked at the open wounds on his knuckle, your eyes lifting to his.

“It’s okay.” He said softly as he wiped a tear that slipped out of your one eye.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong, that was his fault.” Chan said, trying to soothe you.

“Not just that, but for being so mean to you after you didn’t know I couldn’t swim. I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that.” You sobbed.

“Shhh, it’s okay babygirl. Let’s get some sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning.” He said softly.

You nodded and slid closer into his arms, burying your face into his chest. You fell asleep to him stroking your hair, and to his steady heartbeat.

You winced as you held your pounding head, groaning. Chan looked over at you, his back against the pillows as he had been up for a bit. He reached across his table and handed you two painkillers and a bottle of water.

“Take these.” He said.

You took the medication and laid back down, your eyes on his busted knuckle. He noticed you looking at it and slid down to your level, turning on his side to look at you. You looked back at him as he stretched his hand out, pushing your hair out of your face. You moved closer into his touch, and he instinctively did too. Your lips met in a soft kiss, his hand on your jaw softly. When you pulled away you both looked at each other, your eyes scanning each others.

“His kisses really weren’t like yours.” You whispered.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of kissed you after that happened.” He sighed, about to get up.

You slipped your hand on his cheek, shaking your head.

“I like your kisses, Chan.” You admitted with a blush.

He smiled at you and leaned in, his lips meeting yours sweetly. You closed your eyes and melted into his kiss, the kisses you liked. Your fingers slid over his cheek, his hand on your waist a he brought you close to him. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you gave him the entry he was craving for. You tangled your fingers in his wavy locks as your tongues danced, his quickly putting yours back in it’s place. He pulled away and started to kiss your jaw, when you stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, worry in his tone.

“You always please me, I think it’s time for me to learn to please you.” You said.

“You don’t have too, Y/N.” He said with a small blush.

“I want too, I want to learn.” You pressed, your innocent eyes determined.

“Fine.” He agreed, sitting up.

You got between his legs and rubbed his hardening legnth through his boxers, making him hiss.

“Don’t even try to tease babygirl, I’ll put you right back in your place.” He informed you with a smirk.

You pouted but obeyed, slipping his thick length from his boxers. You gave him a questionable look and he chuckled.

“Start with the head, you can even just spit on your hand to slick it up so you can rub it a bit.” He said.

You nodded and spit on your hand before rubbing it up and down his length, making him bite his lip. You pumped his length, rubbing the slit with your thumb.

“Okay, now start with the head, use your tongue first.” He instructed.

You nodded and gave his tip a light kiss before swirling your tongue around the head, making him inhale sharply. You licked up the side of his shaft, making him close his eyes in bliss. You slowly sucked his tip into your mouth, making him let out a small moan.

“You’re doing good babygirl, now take some of me down your throat.” He ordered.

You looked at him as you slid his length down your throat, his girth making your jaw tense. You pushed the thought to the back of your head as you began to slowly bob your head up and down. Chan let out a hiss and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up.

“A little less teeth, hollow out your cheeks like this.” He instructed, showing you how to hollow them out.

You went back down on him and did what he said, hollowing out your cheeks as you took him down your throat. His head rolled back and leaned on the wall, a soft groan leaving his lips as his tip began to hit the back of your throat. His fingers dug into your hair, holding it out of your face as you swirled your tongue every time you came to the tip. He let out a small grunt and pulled you away from his length, his eyes hooded as he pushed you onto your back.

“Was it bad?” You asked, worried that’s why he pulled you away.

“It was perfect, but I think you deserve a reward for doing so well.” He purred.

He slipped between your legs and pressed his tip to your entrance before slowly slipping inside of you with little resistance. You both let out sighs of relief as he slipped up to the hilt inside of you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he rolled his hips into yours lazily.

“You’re so soaked babygirl, did making me feel good turn you on that much?” He asked with a groan.

“I love making you feel good Chris.” You moaned as his hips rolled deeply into yours, making your toes curl every time he entered you.

The early morning sun casted a beautiful glow on his honey skin as he thrusted into you slow, but deep. He pressed soft kisses on your jaw line as hips snapped into yours, your fingers digging into his back. His hips slightly picked up the pace as he panted.

“I’m not gonna last long babygirl.” He rasped.

“Me either C-Chris, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered.

All it took was his fingers to rub lazy figure eights onto your clit for you to see stars, a soft moan of his name leaving your lips. He rode out your high before pulling out and cumming on your stomach, the hot spurts shooting up to your boobs.

“Shit, sorry.” He rasped.

“Its okay.” You said tiredly, the both of you looking at each other with blissed out faces.

He grabbed his shirt and wiped you clean before wrapping an arm around your waist, his head on your chest as he yawned.

“I could use a nap.” He murmured.

You smiled as you played with his hair until his breathing became softer, indicating he was asleep. You closed your eyes and drifted off, a smile on your face.

You took down the banner as the tournaments were over for the next few months. You felt relieved though, now Chan could finally rest and stop over working himself. As you took down the tournament posters and other things, you thought about everything with Chan. You had hated him, everything about him, and now? You didn’t know what it was, but you knew you it wasn’t hate. Was it love?

But how could it be? You promised yourself and made the deal with Chan to not fall in love. Had you broken your most sacred rule to yourself?

The sound of the heavy doors opening and shutting made you jump, ripping you from your thoughts. You turned to see Yenna and her two friends approaching you. When they got in front of you, Yenna folded her arms and looked you up and down.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“Actually you can, by staying away from Chan.” She said bitterly.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, slightly amused.

“You heard me. Stay away from Chan. He could never like a bitch like you anyways.”

“Then what are you so worried for?” You asked, arching a brow.

“Oh trust me, I’m not worried. It’s just annoying and pathetic when the ugly duckling tries to get in the way.”

“Well, this ugly duckling is just minding her damn business, and so should you.” You said firmly.

“What was that?” She asked, irritation in her voice.

“You heard me, mind your damn business. It’s none of your business who I’m with, or who Chan’s with.” You said.

She stared at you for a moment before scoffing, a smirk on her face.

“I hate to do this to you, but it’s a shame I know your little secret.” She said.

“What?” You asked.

Your eyes widened when you felt her push you, your body plummeting into the deepest end of the pool. You instantly began to thrash around, your lungs screaming as you sunk straight to the bottom. You tried to move your arms, but your body was frozen with fear and anxiety.

I’m sorry Chris.

You closed your eyes and decided it was best to let fate take you, when you felt a pair of familiar strong arms grab you and lift you from the water. You felt yourself being laid on the cold floor as you coughed and gagged, whimpers leaving your lips as you fought for air. You felt hands on your cheeks and saw Chan’s face, his voice ringing in and out of your ears.

‘Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked.

You blinked at him and nodded, earning a sigh of relief from him as he pulled you into his arms. You noticed he was soaked and realized he had jumped in to save you. You buried your face into his shoulder, tears streaking down your face as you still fought to breathe. Chan lifted you into his arms and began to walk out of the pool room when Yenna stepped in front of him.

“Chan we were just-”

He whipped his head around to face her, his eyes holding daggers in them. He looked as if he wanted to kill the bitch on the spot.

“If you ever come near us again I’ll break your fucking arms you fucking psycho bitch.” He growled.

Yenna backed away and Chan carried you out the doors and to his car, flying to his dorm.

When you got back, he quickly put you in his large shirt that just came out of the dryer before pulling you in between his legs and into his arms.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” He whispered.

“It’s okay Chris.” You said, stroking his cheek. “It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. She must’ve seen us together at some point. I’m so sorry, I should’ve done a better job at keeping it on the down low.” He said, his voice shaking.

“Wait, that’s why you wanted to keep it a secret?” You asked.

“Yeah, why else would I want too?” He asked.

“I-I thought it was so I wouldn’t ruin your reputation. I thought if someone found out you’d be embarrassed for sleeping with someone like me.” You said.

‘Someone like you? Y/N, there’s nothing wrong with you.” He said firmly.

You blushed and looked at him as he rubbed his face, his eyes bloodshot and glassy.

“Chris-”

“I’m sorry. This is my fault.” He said, tears beginning to form at the corner of his eyes.

Tears filled your own eyes as you rubbed his cheek, looking at his lost expression.

“If it’s your fault it’s mine too.” You said softly.

“How?” He asked.

“I broke the number one rule Chris. I fell in love with you like an idiot. I fell in love knowing we can’t, but I did.” You said, tears streaming down your eyes.

He looked at you in shock as you cried, wiping your tears with your arms.

“I’m sorry Chris.” You sobbed softly, trying to hide your face.

You felt his hands grab your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, making your heart hammer against your chest.

“Idiot... I love you too.” He whispered against your lips.

“You do?” You asked, looking at him in shock.

“I do, Y/N. So, so much.” He whispered. “And I always have, even before we started hooking up. I loved the way you acted like you hated me. I loved how you could reject and stand up to me. I loved you from the start.”

You both smiled at each other as your lips melted together in a passionate kiss. You tangled your fingers in his damp hair as he lifted you up and pushed you onto his bed, a soft look in his eye.

“I’ll show you how much I love you.” He rasped as he kissed all along your neck.

You purred as he rubbed your clit through your panties, his other hand lifting his over sized shirt. He lifted it over your head and kissed every piece of exposed skin he could find.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered between kisses.

You threaded your fingers through his hair as he left love bites and kisses all over your skin. He looked at you with so much passion, so much love. He kissed your lips as he worked his pants down his legs, pulling his length out. He rubbed it on your slit before looking into your eyes as he sunk into you, your pussy hugging his dick like a vice. He pressed his forehead against your own as he began to rock his hips into yours, his pace starting off fast.

“I love you.” You whimpered against his lips as you kissed him again.

“I love you too babygirl.” He rasped, his lips melting into yours.

Loud slapping sounds filled your ears as he pounded you into the bed, soft grunts and your moans making into the most beautiful song. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and pounded into you, making you cry out at the deep angle.

“Y-You’re so fucking deep Chris.” You whimpered, your hands squeezing the pillows behind your head for dear life.

“Does it feel good baby?” He asked in between pants as his hips slapped off of yours.

“So, so good Chris.” You moaned, eyes rolling back as your back arched. “So fucking thick.”

“You’re so- fuck- tight.” He groaned.

“Ch-Chris, cum inside me, please.” You whimpered as his length fucked you dumb.

“You want to be my little- shit - cum slut before my girlfriend huh?” He teased.

“Please Chris, I want it.” You whimpered shamelessly.

His eyes darkened as he lifted you both up, sitting on his knees as he bounced you up and down his thick length as he pounded into you. Your cries and moans filled the room, the sound of skin slapping accompanying it with his grunts and groans. He buried his face into your chest as you began to clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum Chris, fuck I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered.

“Cum babygirl, cum for me.” He rasped.

You came with a scream of his name, your body tensing and your back arching. Your nails dug into his back, blood dripping down the little crescent shapes you made. You felt his body shudder and warmth splash against your walls as he came with a groan, his arms tightening around you.

You both panted as he slowly laid you both down on your sides, his dick still buried deep inside of you. He rubbed your hip and kissed your forehead as you came down from your high. When you calmed down, he caught your lips in a kiss, a smile on his face.

“Will you officially be mine Y/N?” He asked.

You stroked his cheek and nodded, burying your face into his chest. He hummed as he stroked your hair, content now.

“I’m happy I asked you when I did, I’m so happy it was you. I’m so happy it is you.” You confessed.

He smiled down at you and kissed your head, stroking your cheek.

“I’m happy too. I love you, so much.”

“I love you too Chris. So, so much.” You whispered, nuzzling into his chest.

That night, you fell asleep in Chan’s arms, as close as you two could get. You were finally with your first, and hopefully your last, love.

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wosoimagines · 4 years

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Home - Tobin Heath/Reader

Guess who’s back. Also here is part 3 since you guys asked for it. Here’s part 1; Mercy. And here is part 2; Birthday. I think I’m going to follow up with a part 4. I’ve already got somewhat of a plan of what I want to do with it if I decide to wrap it up with a part 4.

prompt: mercy pt 2 ripped my heart out of my chest the wait was SO worth it and I’m SO here for a pt 3 to put me out of my misery. side note: All of your work is amazing and you’re an INCREDIBLE writer; please part 3 to the Tobin imagine.

warning: Swearing

words: 2473

Y/N POV

“You miss her,” Lieke sat down beside me. I felt her start to scratch my neck as I looked at the picture in my hand. I knew who Lieke was talking about and I knew that she wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t want to admit it.

“I miss all of them,” I pointed out. It wasn’t a false statement. I did miss all of my national teammates. Besides, I would be seeing them all soon enough. Well, except for Alex since she was pregnant.

“You know, you can always go see them,” Lieke pointed out. I shook my head at the Dutch player. I knew that it wasn’t that simple. Sure I had times where I had a long enough break that I could go see some of my national teammates, but I knew that if I went I would have a hard time coming back.

Especially if I went to Portland. Or Utah. Kelley and Becky were both in Utah and spending time with them in the city that I had grown to love would mean that I would want to sign back with Utah again. Portland was just a bad idea in general.

Tobin and I had started to talk to each other again. That was great. Although we were both a bit more guarded with each other, I could already feel the love I once held for Tobin Powell Heath start to resurface. I was so torn over what I should do because it definitely wasn’t fair to either Lieke or Tobin.

“Do yourself a favor and go see some of them, (Y/N),” Lieke sighed. She got up and headed to the kitchen. “I’m serious. I can tell your head isn’t completely there on the field. We all can. You’re getting homesick.”

“I’m not getting homesick,” I shook my head. It wasn’t possible. I had stayed out of the US before. I had never been homesick before, so I wouldn’t start now. “I’ve been away from my home before, and I don’t get homesick.”

“(Y/N), whenever you’ve been away from home, it’s for a tournament,” Lieke pointed out. I shrugged it off because it didn’t matter. I had been away from home for long periods of time before. “This is different. You’ve moved to a different country and all of the friends you’ve had are living in a different country than you. So is your family.”

I still hadn’t told Lieke that my friends were my family. I sighed as I thought about what she said though. Lieke was right about the fact that it was different this time. I was living in Barcelona not just staying for a month or two.

“Look, babe, no one will judge you for visiting home,” Lieke said as she suddenly rubbed my back. I was surprised because I wasn’t sure when she had moved from the kitchen to behind me. “Your system is different from ours. Most of us went to a different country to sign with a club when we were still young. You guys go to college and then high school before you even sign with a club. It’s understandable if you need to go home.”

The only problem was that I wasn’t sure where home was. I didn’t have a family to go home to the way that Lieke was talking about. The only family that I had to go to since I was in college was the one that I had built. I just wasn’t sure where to go.

“I think you’re right. I think I should take a trip home.”

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I shivered as I stood out in the rain but knocked on the door again. I was already soaked. I was just happy that my suitcase was built to keep my stuff dry as it took the person forever to answer. When they did, I wasn’t too surprised by the amount of surprise on their face.

“Are you going to let me in or are you going to let me soak out here?” I asked.

“What are you doing here, (Y/N)?” the goalie in front of me asked before she pulled me inside. She pushed me further into the house. “You should have called me.”

“I didn’t plan on coming here,” I defended as I was pushed into the kitchen where I was surprised by 3 other familiar faces. I was even more surprised when the youngest in the group that I was facing was quick to get out of her seat and slap me. “Ow! What the hell, Cheney!”

“That was for Tobin!”

“What the hell did I do to Tobin?”

The other two that were in the group that had been settled in the kitchen got between the two of us. Hope had disappeared before I felt a towel wrap around my shoulders.

“You know what you did, (Y/L/N)!”

“No, I don’t!” I defended myself. I really didn’t know what Cheney was talking about. “I know I left because Tobin broke my heart!”

“What do you mean you left?” Abby asked. I looked at her in surprise. I had made a surprising move when I went to Barcelona and it had made headlines.

“You’re Abby Wambach and you’re telling me that you have no idea that I left the NWSL?” I asked.

“You left the NWSL?” Christie asked. Hope looked surprised as well. I couldn’t believe that they hadn’t been following the NWSL news. “I just thought you were hurt and that was why you weren’t playing with Utah. I thought you loved it in Utah with Kelley and Becky.”

“I did,” I nodded. I loved playing in Utah with Kelley and Becky. It had meant a lot to me. “Until Tobin broke my heart.”

“No, you broke Tobin’s heart,” Cheney shook her head.

“She didn’t tell you?”

“Tobin told me all about how she flew out to Barcelona to see you for your birthday and when she asked you to come back you blew her off because you were in love with someone else,” Cheney scoffed.

“That someone else is Lieke Martens,” I rolled my eyes. I was really tired of being seen as the villain. “And Tobin should have stopped me from leaving in the first place. She knew that she could have asked me to stay and I would have. But she didn’t, okay? She didn’t ask, so I had to move on. I have been in love with Tobin Heath since 2006 and she didn’t love me the same way, so I had to move on. I did.”

“You broke Tobin’s heart,” Cheney pushed me back.

Hope was there to steady me. I shook my head because there was no way that Tobin had told her about what had gone down in Portland that made me leave. If Cheney didn’t know, then none of the others in the room knew.

“You have no idea,” I scoffed. I couldn’t believe that Cheney didn’t know. “Tobin asked Christen to marry her.”

“What?” Cheney asked.

“Tobin Heath asked Christen Press to marry her?” Christie asked. I nodded in confirmation. “That’s not possible. Tobin’s always looked at you like you hung the stars.”

“Well, she didn’t feel that way when she asked Christen to marry her and Christen told her she couldn’t,” I snapped. I hadn’t really told anyone the full story. I didn’t plan on it either, but it sort of just came out. “I went to be there for her because of course, Sonnett called me. You know what Tobin did? She told me she had feelings for me and we kissed. The next morning I go to get groceries and I come back to find Tobin and Christen in the kitchen. They had already made up. So sorry if I decided to move on because it was clear that Tobin didn’t love me like I loved her.”

“(Y/N),” Hope softly said as she put her hand on my shoulder. I looked back at her with tears in my eyes. I didn’t know what to do anymore. She pulled me into a hug. “Hey, it’s okay. Let it out.”

I was grateful that Hope just let me cry. I could tell that the others were softly talking to each other while Hope just stood there with her arms wrapped around me. I had been surprised at how quickly I had been drawn to Hope once I joined the national team. Once I stopped, Hope pulled back from me.

“Why are you here?” Hope asked. I furrowed my brow in confusion. “Did you and Martens break up?”

I shook my head because that wasn’t it. I had planned on going to Portland, but once I got there, I couldn’t do it. I was on my way to Seattle on my next flight. Which had ended up with me in the pouring rain in front of Hope’s door.

“So why are you in Seattle?” Christie asked. I looked over at my old captain.

“I got homesick,” I shrugged. They all knew about my family and that I had really turned to the national team to become my family. “I was going to go to Portland because that’s where Tobin is and I always go to see her when I go see family, but I got to Portland and couldn’t leave the airport. I got a ticket to Seattle, so here I am.”

“Just go home, (Y/N),” Abby rubbed her temples. “I don’t have a home,” I scoffed. Abby shook her head at me. I could tell that she wasn’t impressed with my answer.

“Where’s home?” Abby asked. I was taken back by the question. I went to tell her that I didn’t have one again, but I didn’t get the chance. “Not a physical home, okay? When you think of home, where do you feel loved and safe? Where is your home?”

I stayed quiet because I already knew the answer to that. It had been the same answer ever since I was in college. I had spent holidays with her. We had been inseparable and until this mess had been made, I wouldn’t have even thought twice before I said she was my home.

“Tobin,” my shoulders slumped as I admitted what I already knew. Abby gave me a look and I knew that she wanted me to go see Tobin. “But I can’t! I’m with Lieke.”

“You can fall in love with other people while you’re in a relationship,” Christie pointed out. It was something I had said more than once.

“You don’t get it,” I shook my head. What my parents had taught me so long ago wasn’t helping me anymore. “If you’re in love with a person and you fall in love with a second person, you should be with the second person because if you really loved that first person, you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the second person. That’s what I was taught. I was in love with Tobin, but then I fell in love with Lieke, and now I don’t know what to do.”

“Dude, your home is Tobin,” Hope pointed out. I shook my head because that didn’t mean anything. “Look, (Y/N), you and Tobin haven’t even been together but you guys are meant for each other. If you’re in love with Tobin, you have to fight for her. It’s like you said, you’ve been in love with her since 2006. You can’t honestly tell me that you don’t want a relationship with Tobin.”

“Will you drive me?” I asked causing Hope to look confused. “To the hotel. Will you drive me. I know Tobin’s in for a match against Seattle now. They flew in today as well.”

“And you say you don’t love her,” Cheney shook her head. Hope sighed, but nodded and motioned for me to follow her. Cheney grabbed onto my arm before I could leave the kitchen. “(Y/N), if you hurt Tobin, I will kill you.”

“I have no intention of hurting her.”

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I had asked Hope to give me a few minutes before we left. I had a phone call to make. It hadn’t been a good one, but it was necessary. I was just happy that Lieke had understood where I was coming from. She still wanted me out of the apartment, but she had assured me that she knew that I had still been in love with Tobin. Lieke even went as far as to tell me that she wanted to try being friends with me which I appreciated.

Hope had texted Tobin to come down to the lobby because I wasn’t entirely sure if Tobin would come down if she knew I was here or not. I could see the elevator ticking down the numbers of how many floors were left. I could feel my heart speed up before I turned and rushed out of the lobby. I could faintly hear Hope calling out my name, but I had to get because it was getting hard to breath.

“(Y/N)!”

I didn’t far down the street once I got outside. There was a voice that had stopped me. It had called out to me and I hadn’t heard it in person in a while. I turned to face Tobin who was standing under the awning of the hotel.

“(Y/N)?” Tobin asked me. I sighed but nodded anyway. I was already soaked again. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to come home.”

“So why are you here in Seattle?” Tobin asked.

“It’s where you are,” I shrugged. I noticed that Tobin had stepped out from under the awning. The rain was quickly soaking her. “Tobin, you’ve been my home since we were in college and I never wanted to admit it because if I did then I had to admit that I am in love with you. When we were younger that scared the hell out of me because I had convinced myself that you didn’t like me that way and then you were with Christen and it was just easier to deny my feelings that let myself really feel what I needed to. But with you is where I feel safe and loved. You’re always gonna be my home.”

“(Y/N),” Tobin softly whispered as she stepped closer to me.

I sighed before jumping forward. I cupped her cheeks before pressing her lips to mine. I couldn’t help but smile when Tobin kissed me back. We did eventually have to break the kiss.

“Be my home forever?”

“Just don’t leave like you did,” Tobin whispered.

I nodded because now I had a reason for staying. Tobin smiled at me before kissing me this time. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right. I felt at home. I didn’t plan on giving that up anytime soon.

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et-lesailes · 4 years

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two artists

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 1707

prompt: “Hi! May I request a fix with Steve rogers where the reader is a writer & has a scar on the right side of her face (eyebrow till cheekbone, diagonal) & Steve keeps seeing her in a caffe & thinks she's gorgeous not even caring about the scar & sketches her & finally decides to ask her out when he sees her silently crying over her laptop because she just killed off 1 of her favourite characters? Maybe shes a but insecure too?Thank you so much!”

themes: just a quick little fluffy piece :)

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He comes to this cafe almost everyday, and each day he is almost sure to see you, much to his pleasure.

To be fair, he started coming to this cafe far before you did. In the 1940s, to be exact. It is now run by the original owner’s granddaughter, and he is sometimes shocked when he sees the similarity between her features and her grandmother’s, though he keeps this to himself. He does not like to draw attention to the fact that he is Steve Rogers, Captain America.

He sits at his regular table near the back and you sit at yours, also towards the back but on the other side of the room. He goes there to have some peace from the craziness that is the Avengers; he often brings a couple books, his sketchbook, and the iPod Touch Tony had gifted him when he had first come out of the ice. He can easily upgrade, but he has no desire to. He prefers being old fashioned, he hardly even likes using the complicated smartphone SHIELD has set him up with for missions.

You only started coming a couple of weeks ago. He isn’t sure if you come every single day, but most of the days and times he is there, so are you. While he used to spend most of his time reading, he has found himself beginning to draw more and more. He used to draw quite a lot back in the old days; ever since becoming an Avenger, he simply did not have the time, and, quite frankly, the muse. Now, it is all coming back to him. He feels inspired upon your mere presence, and he simply has to draw everything he feels. At first, it is the items around you. He draws the latte you seem to favor, the journals you’re constantly writing in, the brown bag you keep your things in, even the sleek MacBook Air. Finally, he wholeheartedly accepts his creepiness and draws you. He can’t help it. You are incredibly intriguing to him, and not to mention beautiful. How could he not want your image displayed in the pages of his sketchbook?

It is another day and he’s shading the delicate features of your face. He loves when you furrow your brow in concentration as you write, how your tongue even sometimes sticks out slightly. It’s adorable to him.

His pencil begins to outline the thin scar across the right side of your face. He does not know how it got there, and while he is curious, he sees so much more to you than such a mark. All he can hope is that whatever happened, it is not bothering you anymore. He knows how mental scars hurt just as much as physical ones, probably even more. God knows he’s collected quite a few over his century of living.

He also wonders what it is you’re writing over there all the time. Is it a story? A memoir? A journal? He wants to read all of it, at the risk of sounding like some kind of creep. Perhaps he’s already too far in to be worrying about that, though.

He’s so absorbed in his drawing he almost does not notice your change in expression. It is when you momentarily cover your face with your hands that he frowns, looking to you as if you will somehow understand through telepathy that he never wants you covering up that beautiful face. However, once you remove your hands, he widens his eyes as he sees tears running down your cheeks. You sniff and rub them away, taking a deep breath before returning to typing away on your laptop. He has no idea what to do, but he knows he has to do something. The thought of you being in any type of pain is breaking his heart. What is wrong with him? He doesn’t even know you.

He stands up rather abruptly, causing the people at the tables around him to give him an odd look. He avoids eye contact, adjusting his baseball cap. He finds his legs walking towards you, no plan of action in his normally calculative, strategic mind. He is standing before you now and the presence causes you to look up.

The eye contact almost blows him away. Your eyes are wide and slightly wet, making even your pupils glisten slightly. He’s never met anyone who looks pretty while crying, God knows he certainly isn’t. “Are you okay?” he asks somewhat suddenly and awkwardly, and you blink- he stares at your eyelashes wondering how such a small part of your face can look so beautiful to him. “Y-yeah, I’m okay,” you say with a sad smile, even chuckling slightly. He decides he wants to hear your real laugh as soon as he possibly can. “I didn’t know anyone saw me, that’s embarrassing.” You look away now and he frowns. He wants you to look at him. “Do you maybe want to talk about it?” he offers, hoping he doesn’t seem like some nosy freak. You wipe at your eyes again and he notices you’re still looking away. “Oh, it’s really not that deep,” you assure him, still laughing awkwardly. “I- I’m a writer, see, and I’ve been working on this story for a while, and--” you pause, taking a deep breath, “--it’s stupid, really, but I just killed off one of my favorite characters, and I’m just… sad now. I got too attached.” You rub the back of your neck, looking down at your keyboard. “Silly, isn’t it?”

He’s never been more enamored.

He chuckles softly and shakes his head. “No. Not at all. Writing is a form of art, and art…” he hums thoughtfully before continuing, “art evokes strong emotions. Even if you’re the one creating it.” He remembers rather morbid sketches he drew after Bucky’s death. Sure, he could have drawn something happier to help him feel better, but it was more important to let his grief and emotions out rather than pretend everything was okay. You look up at him again and he instantly takes advantage of the returned eye contact, studying yours as his smile barely grows. “Honestly, you’re the only person I’ve met who responded like that,” you tell him softly, your voice somewhat shy. “Everyone else would just tease me, tell me that I’m the one writing it so I can just change it. But it’s not like that, you know?” He immediately nods, smiling wider. “I completely understand. Sometimes the happy ending… isn’t always the right ending.”

You look up at him for a few moments before realizing this eye contact is too intense, naturally shying away again as you look back down at your laptop. You have good and bad days when it comes to your self esteem, especially with the thin scar running across your face, and it’s safe to say you’re feeling significantly more insecure sitting before such a handsome man like him. He frowns slightly and clears his throat, gesturing to the empty seat across from yours. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” You blink and barely gaze up at him, hoping you don’t look as nervous as you feel. “Um, yeah, sure, go ahead…” He smiles, clearly happy as he sits down, and you feel even more shy now that he’s right in front of you. “My name’s Steve, by the way. Could I know your name?”

You blink, everything suddenly clicking. He had seemed familiar but you had brushed it off-- considering how outrageously handsome he was, you had assumed you had seen a similar face in a damn magazine or TV show or something. Upon hearing his name, however, you now realize just exactly who this is, and now you’re even more confused as to why he’s sitting with you. “Y/N,” you introduce yourself nonetheless with a small smile, looking at him somewhat curiously. “Not to be rude or anything but-- why exactly do you want to sit with me?” He chuckles, finding you adorable already. “If we’re being honest, I’ve seen you here a few times, and I’ve always wanted to come talk to you.” You blink and glance down as you barely play with a strand of your hair, anything to keep your awkward hands occupied. “Me…?” He chuckles, barely biting on his lower lip. “Yeah, you. Is that so hard to believe? I was actually kind of hoping I could ask you out on a date. Get to know you better.” He’s a little surprised with himself; for someone so sculpted and “perfect”, he’s never really been quite smooth with the ladies. Perhaps he wants to be more confident to help draw out your own confidence.

“A date?” you repeat, practically bewildered. Is this some type of prank? No, Steve Rogers would never do something like that. As you look up into his eyes, all you see is hope, sincerity, and a kind, friendly twinkle. You quickly look back down. He’s being serious. “I-- um, I haven’t been on a date in… a really long time…”

“So what better time to start than now?” He grins, cocking his head to one side. “Please? Just one, and if you hate it you never have to talk to me again. Though I’d be really, really sad if that happened.” You can’t help but giggle softly, looking up at him again. This time, you actually maintain eye contact for more than five seconds. “I doubt I would hate it.” You respond, surprised that you’re actually beginning to flirt a little. “Alright. Here’s my number.” He playfully pumps his fist in a triumphant movement as you scribble your number out on a piece of paper, handing it to him. “Thank you. I can’t wait.” He feels his work phone buzz in his pocket and he sighs. “Though right now, duty calls. I’ll call you later tonight, alright?”

You watch in somewhat of a daze as the muscular superhero stands up, taking out some hi-tech device you wonder if he even fully knows how to operate. Probably something invented by Tony Stark. “Alright,” you manage to say, nodding your head and even giving him a little smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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the-elemental-sides · 6 years

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Urban fantasy AU: The Sides are four spirits trapped in an amulet. When Thomas finds it and puts it on, he gains the powers of the four elements…or that’s what should have happened, but mistakes were made. Now the Sides have to coach him in their respective elements while Thomas deals with both his new powers and his ability to see into the magical realm. Not only is magic real, but there’s some pretty intimidating stuff out there, and only Thomas and the Sides have the power to stop it.

A/N: That took a little while, but the next chapter is here! It’s the longest one, too, so I hope you enjoy the following shenanigans.

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Of all the spirits, Thomas knew Virgil the least.

While Roman spent most of his time bickering with Virgil and Logan, Virgil was rarely fussed enough to argue back. He seemed intent on blending in with the shadows on the floor, and when he did speak up, he seemed cynical and almost mean compared to the others. Patton was the only one to sing his praises.

So trying to figure out a way to approach the lesson made him pretty nervous. Thomas sat on his couch, alone; he’d chased all the others out to give them space. He hesitated, then took a breath. “Vir—“

“Don’t bother, I’m out.”

“Ah!” Thomas jumped when he saw Virgil standing over him like a gloomy Grim Reaper. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

“Clearly not.”

“Okay. Well, it’s good to see you, Virgil. I sure am ready to learn these water powers.”

“All right, all right.” Virgil sat on his coffee table without looking inclined to move.

“You’ve used your powers before, right?”

“I mean, yeah, I had them for like eight months. Sometimes I boiled water for coffee and stuff.”

“Um, okay.” Putting on his best ‘Picani’ voice: “How did using your powers make you feel?”

“Anxious.”

“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.”

“Let me just get this straight: I hate working hard,” said Virgil. “So hey, if you really want me to supervise, I’ll supervise. But I think you can do it on your own.”

“Fine,” said Thomas, relenting.

Thomas filled a pot with water and sat, staring at it. He wiggled his fingers over the surface like a witch casting an enchantment.

“Are you trying to boil it?” asked Virgil.

“Yeah.”

“No, don’t do that just because I mentioned it,” he scoffed. “Find something easier to start out with.”

“You’re not making this easy, Verge,” Thomas said, laying down his hands.

“Sorry I’m not as a good a teacher as Roman.”

“None of you guys have been super clear about this, actually...no, you know what? Let’s chill. Let’s regroup. We have time to figure this out.”

Thomas took a deep breath, adjusted his position, and focused on the water again, trying to fill his head with water-y vocab words. Bubbles. Spring. Droplets. Steam. Was that condensation forming on his fingers…? He might be onto something. A drop plunked off his finger. There!

“Impressive,” Virgil said, scrutinizing him. “You totally failed to move the water in the pot, but you made some out of thin air.”

“Oh.”

The morning continued like this, with Thomas practicing water magic while Virgil occasionally took off his headphones to make snarky comments. Privately, Thomas wondered why he was still hanging around, but he thought it was because the other spirits weren’t out and about. Virgil seemed kind of glad for the peace and quiet.

“All right, watch this,” Thomas said at last. “Water!”

Sploosh! The water in the pot jumped up briefly to touch Thomas’ fingers.

“Earth!” He made a fist and then rolled a newly-formed pebble into the water. “Fire! Foosh!” He lit his other hand on fire and flicked some flames off to the side. “Air!” With the same hand, he stirred up a little tornado that whirred a few feet away before dissolving.

“Yep, those are the elements.”

“Wait, I’m not done. Long ago, the four nations lived in harmony, but everything changed when the Fire Nation atta-“

“I get it,” Virgil said. “Congratulations.”

“Is that it?” Thomas asked. “Did I do it?”

“No, actually. Not if that’s all you can do. Can you control anything more than that?”

Thomas stared down into his pot of water. “I think that’s all I’ve got.”

“Well, hey, keep practicing. I’m out.”

“Hold up,” Thomas said, and Virgil paused, giving him a wary look. “I need to know something else. I think the others are hiding something from me.”

“Of course they are,” Virgil said with a half-shrug. “You didn’t think four spirits would come free of baggage, did you?”

“Was that rhetorical, or….?”

“Forget it. Hey, they might not have trusted me, but I was pretty good at reading their emotions. Patton felt guilty because he felt like he could have prevented this whole mess. Logan was way too stressed because the whole procedure was resting on him. And Roman sort of resented us because all his life’s plans were tossed away to get in on this.”

“And what about you…?”

Virgil just kept looking at him. Finally, he said, “Table that question. But if you want some answers, you’re ready for the next step in your training.”

“Sounds ominous,” Thomas said, a little nervously. “Does that mean we’re done here?”

“I should go talk this over with the others.”

“Okay. Hey, before you go. I thought of something cool.”

“Yeah?”

“I keep thinking of you guys as ‘the spirits,’ or sometimes just ‘those guys,’ but I think I’ve thought of a better name,” said Thomas. “You’re the ‘sides!’ Because you all make up a side of my new powers.”

“....I don’t know why, but that’s really appropriate,” Virgil said after a pause.

“I know, right? I’m glad I came up with it.”

“Huh.”

***

The next morning, Thomas went grocery shopping. According to Logan, this was necessary. It also happened to be necessary because Thomas was a pizza fiend who did not have enough healthy things in his fridge.

Thomas pretended to lock his car while the spirits (sides) briefed him.

“This quest will open your eyes to a whole new side of the universe, Thomas,” Roman said. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m hyped,” Thomas told his keys. “What’s the game plan?”

“Well, you have to be in spirit mode for it to work.”

“Spirit mode.” Thomas frowned. “Don’t three of you have to be in regular human mode for that to work?”

“Yup!”

“But—everybody else will see you that way! I can’t have three Thomases running around.”

“Never fear, Thomas, we’ve prepared for this,” Logan said. “As you might recall, we’re only borrowing your form. We have the capability to look however we wish.”

“And I choose to look—“ and Roman turned around, and suddenly he resembled someone else entirely—“like this!”

“Joan?!”

“Yes!”

“I was going to be Joan,” Logan muttered.

“That’s incredible,” Thomas said. “You’ve got their voice and everything.”

“Indeed!”

“Is this fitting?” Patton asked, popping into Thomas’ face.

“Woah! Terrence. Yup, that’ll do.” Thomas’ hand suddenly fell through his car door, but he was too excited to care. “Okay, we need one more.”

Virgil started to speak up, but Logan interrupted. “Me, of course. I will be your friend Talyn. I believe their short and nonthreatening stature will prevent unwanted confrontation.”

Thomas raised his arms to see that he had become translucent. “It worked. Nobody can see me now, so it’s up to you guys. Let’s go shopping!”

***

Thomas walked side-by-side with Virgil, the only one still stuck in spirit mode. The other spirits bounded ahead. Well, Logan was serious as ever. But even he had more of a spring in his step.

Or, ‘their’ step? The spirits’ impressions of his friends were almost too good.

“What am I supposed to see?” Thomas asked Virgil softly, even though nobody but the other spirits could hear or see them.

“Keep an eye out...especially on the other customers.” Virgil’s eyes were darting around warily. “It might take you a little bit to adjust. In the meantime—“

“Hey! Patton! That is not your dog!”

“—keep them under control,” Virgil finished under his breath as Thomas rushed forward to prevent Patton from taking a pomeranian out of someone’s shopping cart.

“Look at how cute she is!! Why don’t you have a dog, Thomas?”

“Because there’s no space for one, Patton. Do not kidnap this dog. Put her down.”

“Thomas, is this your shopping list? Really?” Logan said from somewhere off to his left. “You need more fiber in your diet. Where are the vitamins located?”

“Logan, stay here—he’s gone.”

“What nerds,” Roman said confidently. “They look like they’re yelling at nobody! I, however, possess the acting skills to not act as if I’m talking to an invisible companion—oh my gosh, is that Moana on Blu-Ray? Why is that in the clearance section? I’m out!”

“Roman, please...no…” Thomas hit his forehead. He looked up just in time to see that Patton was following the lady with the pomeranian as if being drawn by an invisible thread. “Okay, nope. Patton, you’ve lost your human privileges. Virgil, I’m trusting you.”

“Aww!” Patton complained, but he turned back into a translucent Thomas. Virgil sputtered a bit, but he took Patton’s place immediately. Thomas flickered opaque for only a second.

“Give me a little warning next time,” Virgil growled in Terrence’s voice. Then he felt his face. “Huh. Wow. I haven’t actually been human yet.”

Thomas breathed a little easier. “Okay. Guys, it’s really important that three of you stay human at all times so that nobody sees me appear out of nowhere. And you were the ones who told me it’d be dangerous if all four of you were human at one time, so uh, try not to do that either. Let’s find Logan.”

Logan was in the breakfast aisle filling his shopping cart with healthy bran cereals. (Hidden under a pile of granola clusters was a single box of sugary kids’ cereal with space facts printed on the back, and it was advertising a chance to win free tickets to the Air and Space Museum.)

“Nope. No. That stuff is gross and it’s too expensive.”

“We’ll compromise, then. What are your thoughts on prune juice?”

Thomas took a deep breath. “Virgil, please help Logan put the cereal back. You guys are the rational ones, and I’m trusting you, okay? Patton, let’s collect Roman.”

The two spirits raced across the store. Thomas had to persuade Patton not to get too distracted with the toys and board games. They finally found Roman browsing a stack of CDs in the music aisle.

“Roman,” Thomas sighed, “why.”

“Sorry, Thompadre! The pop songs beckoned. So this is what the kids are listening to nowadays...Kidz Bop 37. A tragedy. A travesty!”

“Ooh! Can we get that?” Patton asked.

“Focus, please, guys.”

“Uh oh,” Roman said suddenly. He pointed at Thomas’ chest. Thomas was opaque again.

“What are they doing??” he cried. “They’re supposed to stay in human mode! All right, come on. No more getting distracted!”

Virgil and Logan were no longer near the cereal, where Thomas was sure he’d at least implied they should stay, so they made another mad dash across the store: Thomas, who, while opaque, was unable to touch anything and could only hope that he didn’t fall straight through anything placed in his path; Patton, who was freely able to run through solid objects and scout ahead; and Roman, who’d stopped being Joan and switched to Valerie at some point.

“They’re in the freezer aisle!” he heard Patton call, so Thomas followed his voice. They eventually came across Virgil, who leaned on a shopping cart while Logan (in spirit form) had merged with a shelf of ice cream. He appeared to be checking the ingredients on the backs of the cartons.

Virgil shrugged when he saw them. “He wanted to find frozen vegetables. And I couldn’t say no to ice cream and sad microwave dinners.”

“You’re supposed to be the sensible one, Encyclopedia Clown!” Roman shouted at Logan, forgetting that the other people in the aisle could hear him apparently yelling at nothing.

“Shh! I had to check whether these contained potassium.”

“You couldn’t take them out like a normal person?!”

“This is more efficient! Oh, sorry, Thomas. Did I cause problems?”

“Thankfully, not yet,” said Thomas. “Uhhh...Patton, can you turn human again?”

Patton walked smartly into an unoccupied aisle and came out as Talyn. “Focus up, kids, we have to keep the tally even...the tallykat3!”

“That was pretty bad,” said Thomas.

Everything was finally back under control, so Thomas found himself relaxing. He rubbed his eyes. He thought being invisible for an extended period of time might be affecting his vision, because suddenly everything looked blurry, the colors too saturated.

“Ugh, I’m ready to go home already,” he said aloud. “Except I’m still not sure why I should be here. What was it you guys wanted...me...to see…?”

His voice trailed off when he realized the spirits were all fixated on something behind him. He whirled around to see a massive dark shape, radiating malevolence, that hung silently in the air.

“...that.”

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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“I popped Captain America’s cherry !” - Steve Rogers x Reader (Erotica)

Steve Rogers is (was) a 90 years old virgin, someone had to “pop his cherry” one day you know. Just so happened it was you. EROTICA ! Let’s just say it. First times and stuffs.

IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives.

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Being Tony Stark’s little sister wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t count the number of times you had to go pick him up somewhere because he was too drunk to come home on his own. Or the times you were waking up to go to school only to be met with a naked woman walking casually around...and getting suddenly flustered when she realized that Tony’s little sister was living with him. Or the times he just embarrassed you in general. Or when paparazzis just chased you everywhere just because you were his sister. Or just all of the Iron Man thing. You were in danger all the time, just because you were his sister...

Tony was twenty when your parents died, you were just a four year old at the time, and didn’t understand what was happening...Most of your childhood had been a bit chaotic. But you ended up fine, with all of his flaws, your brother still took good care of you. The perks of being rich really, an army of nannies were there when he wasn’t.

Yes, being Tony Stark’s sister wasn’t always easy. But it definitely had its good sides. Your life was NEVER boring, and you always met interesting people.

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, was one of those people. You guys “clicked” right away. You loved his gentlemanly way, and he loved the fact that you were always very careful not to make him uncomfortable by talking about something he didn’t know. You were very aware that he wasn’t from your era, and that sometimes, he struggled. You also were the only one to acknowledge the fact that he might have PTSD from WWII. And unlike most men, he really wasn’t interested in your money and fame that came with the package of being a Stark. He liked you just the way you were, and vice versa. Unlike your brother you never mocked him when he was confused about something from the modern world. You loved hearing about when he was in the forties, and you felt that talking about it made him feel better. After all, everything and everyone he knew was long gone, that had to take a toll on your mind...It became a habit for the two of you to meet every day for lunch and just talk about anything.

Today wasn’t an exception, and for some reasons, the conversation diverged on romantic relationships.

-So...after Peggy, you never...?

-You know Y/N, I didn’t woke up that long ago. Didn’t really had any time to. I don’t even know if I actually want to. Modern women are so...

-Oh. Yeah. I understand. I mean...Yeah, I get it. It’s not easy when things change, so, I guess when your all world change it’s...uh...really not easy.

He smiled to you, and you melted. God you liked his smile.

-You’re too sweet Y/N. Really.

-I’m not Steve, it’s just...I get it.

A confortable silence installs itself between you two. He breaks it.

-What about you ? Is there anyone in your life ?

-No, not anymore. Use to, a while back. Didn’t work out. And now...you know, being a Stark isn’t easy. Most men just want to be with me for my money, for the publicity, or just to fuc...I mean, sleep with me.

-Most men you met are pigs then.

-Well, except for fancy parties I rarely have time to socialize, so, yeah, I guess they are. Except...You.

Your eyes locked. And his smile turned really soft. Imperceptibly he slid slightly closer to you. Science. You decided it was science. The way you two just seemed to attract each other, to be drawn to each other. Tentatively, his hand came up to brush gently your cheek.

-When you’re around, I sometimes afraid to act like a pig. I don’t think you realize the effect you have on me.

You don’t say anything, stunned. You knew he somewhat also had a crush on you, your brother teased you enough with it, but you weren’t expecting him to be this straight forward.

-I’m sorry Y/N, that was highly inappropriate, unworthy of a distinguish women like you. I...

He slid away from you but you caught his arm and moved back close to him.

-You think I’m distinguish ?

He nods and you smile.

-Would a distinguished women do that ?

You slowly slide a hand behind his neck, making sure to make him feel like he can stop you whenever. He doesn’t stop you. You pull him down gently, and brush your lips on his. At first, you’re afraid you’re going to fast as you feel him stiffen, but as you were going to pull back, he started to kiss you back more eagerly. Until his arms were around you, holding you close to him, and one of your hand was in his hair, the other resting on his shoulder. You finally pulled away for air.

-That was...Very nice. Thank you Y/N.

-Haha, believe me, I’ve wanted to do that for quite a while, don’t thank me.

-You’ve wanted this for quite a while ?

-Yes.

You blushed. He brushed a hand over your cheek once again, the other on the small of your back.

-I also wanted to kiss you, but...Too nervous I guess.

-That’s very cute Steve.

-Well you know, I never really kissed anyone before so...

-Yeah well it was very...Wait. What ? You never kissed anyone ?

-Nope. Before the super soldier program I wasn’t really successful with women, and after...I just didn’t had time. With the war and stuff.

-You...Never even kissed Peggy ?

-Never had the occasion.

-Oh. Wow. so, wait...You also never...Hum...you know ?

He looked away awkwardly, sliding away from you, but with one of your hand still in his. He answered after a few minutes.

-Hum...No. No I never did it.

-Really ?

Steve shifted in his seat awkwardly and you realized you were definitely making it worst. You hated making people uncomfortable.

-I’m sorry Steve, I shouldn’t be so cur...

-No, no it’s Ok. Really. Fine. Hum.

Super awkward silence intensifies.

-Have...you ever...?

You turn to him, and he avoids your gaze. He couldn’t believe he just asked you that.

-Hum. Yes. Yes I already...Yeah.

-Figured. You’re Tony’s sister after all.

-What the Hell that’s suppose to mean ?

You glared at him. If there was one thing you didn’t had in common with your brother, was the number of people you had sex with. You only had one serious relationship in your life, lasted 6 years, and he was the only man you laid with. Unfortunately, you guys weren’t made for each other and it just didn’t work out. It was fine now though.

-I just realized what I said. Sorry. Jealousy made me say it...I’m really sorry...I hope I didn’t ruined...

Your features soften.

-Don’t worry, you’ll need more to get rid of me.

-I have absolutely no attention of getting rid of you Y/N. In fact, I’d like to do quite the opposite.

He leaned back down, and kissed you again, feeling your lips turn up in a smile.

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It had now been three months since you and Steve started to officially date. You still had your lunch together every day, but even more, you also spent most of your days in general together. So far, you shared a lot of kisses. Only kisses, and hugs. A few time, you thought it was going to go further, but Steve stopped every time before anything really happens. You knew he was just nervous, and didn’t feel ready yet. You were willing to wait, just too happy to be with him at all. Especially since he was like the best boyfriend ever. Such a gentleman.

You were suppose to meet for dinner and were getting ready in the room you had in the Avenger Tower when someone knocked on your door. You expected it to be Tony, but when you opened, it was Steve.

-Hey babe, you’re quite early. Do you...Babe ? Are you alright ?

He looked absolutely beat down. Both physically and mentally, and you led him in your room by the hand.

-Steve ?

He raised his head and looked at you, and you could see so much pain in those bright blue eyes that your heart stopped.

-Peggy’s dead.

Your face dropped. You understood, the last person from his past had just died. A person he had strong feelings toward. You couldn’t even imagine how he actually felt, but what you could do was confort him.

You led him to your bed and sat him on it, and he immediately rested his head on your shoulder. Even though you knew he had a hard time adapting to modern times, and you knew he was suffering from severe PTSD...But he actually rarely showed this side, trying to be the strong soldier everyone thought he was. You soothingly caressed his hair as he tried without much success to hold his tear.

-Let it go Steve, let it all go.

He gripped your shirt and pulled you close, burying his head in your breast.

-That’s it babe, you’ll feel better after, I swear.

You two stayed like this for nearly two hours. You listened to him talk about all of his pain, not interrupting him once. When he finally calmed down, you were about to speak but felt his lips on your neck. It surprised you, but you let him.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes.

-I need you Y/N.

You immediately understood, and you nodded slowly. Your lips crashed with his, your tongue slipping in his mouth. He moaned slightly as you tangled one hand in his hair, the other resting on his chest. The kiss was passionate, all of his pent up feelings releasing at once. His hand slowly slid down your sides, and he paused on your waist. A finger tentatively went under your shirt, hesitating. The hand that was on his chest went to his hand, and with a squeeze you gave him permission. You pulled away from each other for a split second as he took your shirt off. He trailed down kisses on your jaw, on your neck, on your collarbone, reaching your breast...He unclasped your bra, and, looking at you to make sure you were ok, licked your nipple lightly. You knew in this moment that he finally let go of everything. He usually would never be so daring.

You moaned a little, and reached to take his own shirt off. You traced his muscled chest and well sculpted abs with your finger, and pushed him back on your bed, straddling him. You reached for the button of his pants, and he let you do it, rising his hips so that you could tug them away. His hands were on your ass as he kept kissing you, and went to your own pants, removing them slowly and you smiled in the kiss. He stopped to look at you, and you took the opportunity to make sure he really WAS ready, and that it wasn’t just the overload of emotions getting to him.

-Are you...Sure you want this ?

He raised a hand to your cheek, and stroked it lovingly.

-Yes, I couldn’t imagine it with anyone else. I need you Y/N. I just...need you.

Right then. You nodded and went back down to kiss him, your hands on either side of his face to support you. His hands were caressing your sides up and down, enjoying the feel of your skin. You could feel his hardening member on your thigh, and you broke it free, taking his boxers off. You decided that he probably wasn’t ready for too much foreplay, and skipped the part where you would have suck him to just gently stroke him. He moaned, and removed your own panties, shaking slightly.

He wasn’t making any move to get on top of you, and took it as a sign he wanted you to take the lead. You raised your hips, and lined your entrance, still holding his cock. Slowly, you took all of him inside you, and his kiss faltered. Both of you moaned lowly, and after getting used to his size (which was bigger than your previous relationship), you started to slowly rise up almost taking him out of you, and went back down all the way to the hilt. You set a slow pace, so that he wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed.

His breathing was heavy and loud, and by instinct, his hands went to your waist to support you, meeting your hips with his. Your hands were on his chest.

-Y/N...

He moaned and groaned as you started to move faster, to slam harder down on him. A all new set of sensations he never felt before were fighting in his lower stomach, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, feeling that this was a big turning point in his life. This was his first time. And it was with you. It was just perfect.

To you, it felt way too good to be someone’s first time. Your first time had been messy and you didn’t really felt any pleasure. It got better after, but it was just a well known fact that people’s first time were just usually not that great. If he made you feel this good while it was his first time, you could only imagine how much he’d feel with a little more experience. You started to feel a knot start to tie in your belly.

-Y/N I...Oh my God, mm...Nn....holy f...AH !

He came with a sexy moan, and you rode him threw his orgasm as you reached your point yourself. You collapsed on his chest, his arms immediately wrapping around you, one hand drawing small abstract pattern on your back. He had trouble breathing normally, and collecting his thoughts seemed impossible.

-Sorry, I didn’t meant to...

You knew he was talking about his seed currently dripping from your sex onto his thigh.

-It’s ok baby, I’m taking something. No risk there.

You pulled off of him and he whined at the loss of your warmth. You went to take a cloth, and wet it in your bathroom, cleaning yourself up. You went back to him to clean him as well...and felt him getting hard again. He looked at you apologetically.

-Sorry. I always said you had quite an effect on me...

You smiled, and he gently dragged you to him, and rolled over you.

-I...I love you Y/N.

-I love you too Steve...

He bent back down to kiss you again. Needless to say, that evening, you missed dinner. The next day, the smile on your face made your brother suspicious, and after refusing to tell him anything for hours, you finally cracked and yelled : “I popped Captain America’s cherry !” in front of everyone...Thor laughed, Black Widow and Clint gave Steve a look that meant “about time”, your brother was stunned...And Steve, surprising you, just smiled stupidly and looked at you with eyes full of sappy love.

It was just the beginning of a long and pleasurable series of nights (and days as a matter of fact) with your Captain.

#steve rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #Fluff #avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #Steve Rogers imagines

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The Game of Love

Pairing: Crowley x Reader Guardian angel!Gabriel x Reader

Character: Crowley, Sam, Dean, Reader and Gabriel

Word Count: 3,870 (Whoops)

A/N: Reference to 5.08, Switching Channels, one of my fav episodes. Slight crackfic (humorous, over the top but not ridiculous). This story is yet again hard to classify as either angst or fluff. I suppose gun to my head I choose fluff? This was written for the following challenges

Also on A03

This was written for:

@atc74 Angelina’s 100 Follower Challenge with the prompt, “Everything Has Changed”- Taylor swift ft. Ed Sheeran

@notnaturalanahi 600 Follower Crack Challenge with the prompt, “I think you may need an intervention.”

@deals-with-demons Sarah’s 200 Follower challenge with the prompt, “Another great discovery by captain obvious.”

@revwinchester Rev’s Birrthday Challenge with the prompt, game show host

[Taylor Swift]

All I knew this morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now I didn’t before.

And all I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles and your smile

In the back of my mind making me feel like

“What am I doing here exactly?”

“We summoned you.”

“Another great discovery by Captain Obvious. I’m standing in a bloody devil’s trap after feeling the ground shake in hell. I know I was summoned. The question is why, Moose?”

Dean cleared his throat and waved briefly at Crowley signaling to him that he too was also sitting on the couch. Crowley gave him a death stare.

“Don’t look at me. This was Sam’s idea.”

Crowley rolled his eyes.

“Moose working alone?”

“Not quite alone.”

The second that Gabriel came out of the shadows there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over the entire room. Everyone was frozen in place, deathly silent. The sound of rustling drew everyone’s attention. Crowley and Dean looked up at the same time to see a banner above the couch. Dean and Crowley shared an equally unamused look.

“I think you may need an intervention, both of you.”

“An intervention. Are you two morons bloody serious? An intervention for me and Dean? Jealous that he’s still my bestie? Sorry, Moose. It’s not my fault, Squirrel can’t get enough of me. Squirrel’s are known to like n-.”

“I’m not your bestie.”

“Thank god you cut him off. Let me jump in here, Sam. You two crazy kids are here because of Y/N. Sam and I are getting sick and tired of you both moping around after the poor girl. It’s actually quite ridiculous. So I have a plan.”

You walked into the room in your Winnie the Pooh pajamas, fuzzy socks, a tooth brush in your mouth, hair askew and your eyes wide as everyone turned to you. If you had known there would be guests, you wouldn’t have just barreled out of your room. You mumbled, “What the hell.” But with the toothbrush in your mouth it sounded more like, “rart ta haall.”

You noticed the devil’s trap under the couch and then the intervention sign. You ran to the bathroom to spit out your toothpaste. The scene in the living room froze, everyone unsure of what to do or say. You weren’t meant to just burst into the meeting. You looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair at least so it didn’t look like you grew a mushroom on the top of your head. You would have run out of the bathroom to change but you had no idea what was happening and thought it best to return ASAP so you didn’t miss the mother of all explanations. Your top was hella tight and made your breasts look huge – not like you were complaining really. The two men that intrigued you the most were out there.

[Taylor Swift]

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

[Both]

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

The second you saw Crowley your heart sped up. You bit your lip. He looked just as handsome as always. You ran over to the devils’ trap. You didn’t like the idea of him being trapped here. You wanted him here with you but not trapped. You bent down in front of him giving him a good show of your cleavage. Crowley groaned as he looked down at you, his pants getting tighter by the second. You wiped the paint off ignoring whatever it was that Gabriel was telling you. Your face was in Crowley’s crotch at this point. You noticed his hard on and blushed profusely. Crowley bent down and ran his thumb on your cheek.

“All for you, pet.”

Your eyes traveled slowly down from his intense gaze to his crotch and up to his lips. You blushed even more as everyone’s attention on you continued. Crowley could hear how fast your heart was beating. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right there and then.

Dean groaned at the scene before him. Your eyes jumped over to Dean’s. Truthfully, you hadn’t even noticed him there. You liked Dean, too, but were undeniably drawn to Crowley like a moth to a flame. There was amazing chemistry between you two but Crowley wasn’t the sensible choice. Dean treated you with the utmost respect and would make a fine boyfriend. You were a hunter as well and much preferred to hunt with the boys so it would be a perfect, sensible fit. But when is love and attraction sensible? You and Dean both understood the risks and limitations of your job. You couldn’t have a family it was way too dangerous but he could love you, grow old with you. You could have as close to a fairy tale ending as possible. But then why did your heart want Crowley? He made you nervous and excited. You felt alive when you were with him even if it was just to talk over cases. The second he came into the room, your eyes would light up and there was never anyone else that could ever get your attention. You couldn’t reconcile the two men in your mind. How does one choose? Your head or your heart? It’s not like you knew a lot about either of them? They weren’t the most forthcoming with their feelings or opinions. For all you knew maybe they just liked you. You smiled nervously at Dean wondering what the intervention was when the ground shifted.

You fell backwards from a crouching position to find your head meeting a pillow. You looked behind you to see a gorgeous King sized bed. Sam appeared on the far side of the room. You quickly got up and walked over to Gabriel about to demand an explanation when he held up his hand to you and Sam.

Gabriel could feel your apprehension. He placed a calming hand on your shoulder and turned you around slowly so you could take in the room. You appeared to be in a sound booth. There were controls near you and a person with headphones on manning them. Glass surrounded the booth. A candy-covered carpet was at your feet. Sam looked at you nervously. You moved forward and looked down to see a set of some sort. The big screen in your room was off for now and the only thing on was someone’s ipod and it was playing, Everything has Changed by Taylor Swift ft Ed Sheeran.

[Taylor Swift]

Cause all I know is we said, “Hello.”

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

[Ed Sheeran]

And all my walls stood tall painted blue

And I’ll take them down, take them down and open up the door for you

[Taylor Swift]

And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies

The beautiful kind, making up for lost time,

Taking flight, making me feel right

“I know who has your heart. I’m you guardian angel for Pete’s sake. I have to know. But none of you are acting on it. They haven’t told you how they feel and you haven’t made a decision. Consider this a platform to start a dialogue. Listen carefully and make a decision. Heart or head. I refuse to see my charge alone and upset over her love life. Please allow me to make you happy. If you say no then I’ll just make everyone appear back at the bunker. If we proceed it’s on your say so. We can pull the plug at any time.”

“This is insane, Gabriel.”

“What exactly is this?” You inquire diplomatically

“We’re in TV land and this my dear is a game show. Instead

of a man choosing for the lady, I will give them a venue in which they can reveal themselves to you and you choose the man. I will stay by you whatever you choose. I promise you.”

“Am I meant for one of them?”

“You choose your destiny not my father.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Am I meant for one of them?”

“Yes, but humans were given free will. Choose for yourself; don’t let destiny choose for you.”

“Will you harm them because I heard from Dean what you did the boys last time and-.”

“What? The nutcracker? He’s still sore about that?”

Sam gave Gabriel a death stare.

“That was last time and in all fairness I was trying to teach them a lesson and in turn they taught me one. No agendas, no destiny, no harm just questions. I promise.”

Sam gives him an incredulous look.

“There’s a TV in here so you can watch them both. If you ever want to stop the show, all you two have to do is press this red button and I will suddenly appear. Any concerns, you let me know.”

You sighed heavily before nodding.

“Proceed, Gabriel.”

“As you wish, milady.”

Gabriel winked and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The TV monitor in your room came on. You heard a theme song and then heard applause as Gabriel came out wearing a gold suit. Gabriel waved to the studio audience.

[Both]

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

[Both]

‘Cause all I know is we said, “Hello.”

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

And you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

“This is ridiculous.”

“This is Dean and Crowley, Sam. They aren’t exactly very forthcoming with their feelings. And I am lonely. I’ve been conflicted for a year now. I haven’t met anyone on a hunt. I always leave early from the bar because I don’t want to sleep with random people. I want a relationship. I want a future. I need to know. I deserve to be happy and so do they.”

“And Dean can move on.”

You give Sam a confused look.

“I see the way you look at Crowley but you have to be sure. If you need a game show to do so who am I to stop you?”

“Hello, party people! Welcome to the Game of Love. I’m your host – Gabriel. Yes, like the angel ladies.”

The applause go crazy.

“You are too much. Stop the applause. I know I’m awesome. But this isn’t about me. This is about Y/N and our wonderful contestants. So lets pull up our preverbal sleeves and dig right in. On our left we have Dean Winchester a hunter.”

The crowd boos.

“And on our right we have the King of Hell. How awesome is that, an actual King.”

The crowd cheers. Dean tries to move but can’t and Crowley notices yet another devil’s trap but this time on the ceiling. He rolls his eyes at Gabriel and actually growls at him.

“Now, ladies and gentleman, let’s begin. Dean, what is your favorite movie genre?”

Dean stared at Gabriel confused.

“Action, I guess – if I had to choose.”

“Same question to you.”

“You kidnapped us to ask me about movies. The second I can get out of here I will have your head. I am a King and you know I have a lot of appoint-.”

“Are you forfeiting your answer?”

Rolling his eyes, Crowley grumbles “Horror.”

“Is Y/N an insomniac?”

“Yes.”

“Well that’s not fair is it? Y/N lives with the Winchesters. How, pray tell, would I know that. If the Winchester says yes, so will I.”

“Noted. Okay so Y/N is having a bad day. What do you do?”

“Take Y/N out and try to get her mind off whatever it is that’s bothering her. We’d have a fun time. I would try to make her laugh as much as possible even if I had to act like a clown the whole night. It would be low key and all about her.”

“Oh, Squirrel. I’d pop in and hold her while I ask what’s wrong. I would listen intently to everything she says. I’d let her talk for as long as she needs to. I wouldn’t take her out. I would spend the night reminding her that she has a King who cares for her deeply. Sex and booze won’t fix the problem. It will still be there in the morning and now you’re adding a hangover to the current problems.”

“Sometimes things are too big to talk about or think about. Sometimes it hurts too much and you need a distraction and where did I say anything about sex?”

“Perhaps it is too big to talk about but let the lady choose the course of action, hmm?”

“Calm down, boys. Next question. What three words would you use to describe Y/N?”

“Gorgeous, strong and loyal.”

“Unlike my predecessor. I can’t relate three words but I understand this is a game show that we’re stuck in so very well. Sensitive at times, tough most of the time, and sassy just like me.”

Dean rolls his eyes.

“What are her favorite magazines and food?”

“She lives with the Winchesters. Hello – unfair advantage bird brain.”

Gabriel scowls at the King.

“Careful, this is my show. Show respect where respect is due.”

Crowley rolls his eyes.

“What is her ideal date?”

Dean smiles, “I’d take her to a nice restaurant. Somewhere where the food is great but quiet enough to talk. Then we’d move to the bar.”

Crowley scoffs. “You would take her there. I am a King and can offer her anything in the world. I would take her not to a nice restaurant in some stupid Podunk town, no. I’d take her to the best restaurant period. She loves Italian food and I know the perfect place. The owner knows me well so I can get the best table away from prying eyes or I can simply buy out the restaurant for the night. Or we could eat in a nice street café in Paris. Anything that would put a smile on her face. Nothing loud, no obnoxious music. And my attention would be on her, work be damned. Afterwards we would go for dessert again anywhere she wants.”

“So you would let her lead?”

“In terms of where to go, I would indeed, Squirrel. In terms of other things I know what to do to make her happy and she should trust me to do that.”

“That leads us perfectly into the next question. Sex on the first date?”

“Sure why not? If we’re having a good night, what’s better than sex to end it off? If we’re feeling it, let’s do it. I would never think anything less of Y/N if she said yes.”

“I disagree with my occasional comrade here.”

“We went from besties to occasional comrades.”

“My apologies for delivering the truth. Y/N is a one-in-a-million girl and I would take great pleasure in getting to know her. Sex is great but I’m hundreds of years old so sex in and of itself gets a bit old after a while. Having sex with someone you know, love, and respect – now that’s when it’s amazing.”

“What kind of future could you offer her?”

“Well we’re both hunters. I don’t really know if kids are in the cards. But if she wanted them I would try and make it work. It’s a bit early to tell and being a hunter is a dangerous job. All I can offer her is my heart.”

“I can offer her the Kingdom of Hell. She can rule by my side as a Queen. I would prefer that she stop hunting but I know Y/N very well and that’s part of who she is so I’ll just have to be okay with worrying about her constantly. I will always be there for her, whether it’s to hear about her day, to get revenge on whoever made her cry, relieve her stress, make love to her or remind her how much I love her. I could offer her a family if she wanted and would always have her back in any hunt. My Queen would never be hunting alone and I would never allow her to be in any real danger. She would hunt with my trusted demons. Contrary to popular belief, Dean demons can love just as strongly as humans. And I have the resources and ability to pamper her every second of the day.”

“Wow. That’s not fair. What? I can’t pamper her?”

“With what? Your pool hustle money? Nice clothes nice dinner, makeup. Nail polish, sexy bras, vacations, presents etc? You can do that?”

“Those are material things. What about cooking dinner for her? Being the one who senses she’s depressed or can’t sleep and do whatever it takes to make her feel better. How about doting on her when she’s sick. Or singing a stupid song to make her happy at karoke?”

“Now wait a minute here. Are you seriously suggesting all I can offer are material things? You think I can’t dote on her when she’s sick or sing at a karoke bar? I can give her the world as well as all the same gesture humans need, You can’t give her the world, she has to settle for you.”

“Settle for me? You’re a demon. I’m a human. She’d be settling if she picked you.”

“Do I need to get a ring in here? This isn’t verbal wrestling. You both answer the questions period. Stop being knuckleheads and just answer the questions? Got it? Good. Now what is she afraid of?”

Crowley and Dean spoke at the same time, “ Y/N is afraid of losing the people she loves – either from death or from them walking away. “

“She can only choose one of you. How will each of you react if she doesn’t choose you?”

“It’s not that she wouldn’t be choosing me. It’s that she would be choosing the King of Hell over me. He’s evil and I question whether anything that he’s said today is actually true. Y/N, you can’t possibly be attracted to him.”

“I can hear your heartbeat Y/N when I wake into a room, see your eyes light up when I smile back at you. I would understand if you wanted a normal life with Dean but never question how deeply I care about you. Regardless of who you choose I will care for you and look out for you.”

“You can’t want him? Please Y/N please choose me. We hunt demons. How can you be his Queen and a hunter at the same time? I love you Y/N. I have loved you for a long time.”

“And that’s all the time we have for today folks. Some serious confessions here. We will return from a commercial break to reveal the winner.

[Bridge]

Come back and tell me why

I’m feeling like I’ve missed you all this time, oh, oh, oh.

And meet me there tonight

And let me know that it’s not all in my mind.

[Taylor Swift]

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

The commercials consisted of a very reluctant Dean and Crowley reading from the teleprompter for venereal disease, two movie trailers, a promo of Hell featuring the King, a MacDonald’s commercial, and two clips from a talk show with David Letterman featuring both Crowley and Dean.

Gabriel appeared in the booth while the commercials played. You had your answer. You were worried how Dean would react but everyone knew you would pick Crowley. You loved him. You knew that choosing him would make you life hard but you wanted a future with him. You didn’t care about being a queen or being pampered. You loved the man that loved you and was fighting for you clearly in every answer he gave. Dean was a great guy and his answers were great but not what you needed at this moment. You hoped that you didn’t lose Dean but you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. Crowley held you heart. Sam nodded to you knowing that you’d choose Crowley.

You felt the room shift and you stood in front of Crowley in a nice hotel room. You looked around and laughed.

“There goes Gabriel and his presumptions. I argued with the game because you two are tight-lipped when it comes to feelings but I choose you.”

“You really needed a game show to decide?”

“Would I have gotten those answers out of you if I just asked you the questions? Would you have answered the same if you didn’t feel like you were competing with Dean?”

“I love you.”

“And I love you. It’s always been you. Instead of what usually happens in hotel room how about you and I just stay up and talk really talk. How does that sound?”

“I’d love nothing more.”

[Both]

All I know is we said, “Hello.”

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

[Taylor Swift]

All I know is we said, “Hello.”

So dust off your highest hopes

All I know is pouring rain and everything has changed

All I know is a new found grace

All my days I’ll know your face

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

Unknown to the two of you there was a small red envelope from Gabriel in the night stand. It read:

Dear Y/N

“I wanted you to be the one to choose but just so you know Crowley is your soulmate.” - Your guardian angel, Gabriel

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