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cxptain-capsicle · 2 months

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Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | II

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn flashbacks, established relationship present day, Gods being terrible parents

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“So all of the major 12 gods have their own cabin where their children live. Children from one cabin can’t go into another god's cabin.” Luke explained as he walked you down the aisle of houses. “This one is ours.”

“Ours?” You raised your eyebrow questionably.

“All the new arrivals stay here, in the Hermes cabin.” Luke gestured towards a cabin that was much larger than all of the others. It wasn’t nearly as elegant as the ones around it but it felt warm and welcoming. It looked like a simple log cabin with a large front porch held by tall log columns. On the front of the house was a large green banner with a Greek symbol in the center. Over the door a semi-circle stained glass window that reminded you of the ones in the Big House. The cabin looked a little run down but that wasn’t shocking considering the amount of kids running around inside. Walking inside felt like entering a circus tent. There was yelling, laughing, singing, kids running around, hanging upside down from bunk beds. Even with the chaos it still felt cozy. The inside was dimly lantern lit, the walls were paneled with dark wood, in the center was a large fire pit that made the whole room feel like a warm hug. You followed Luke further into the cabin as several heads turned to look at the new arrival.

“Here,” Luke said as he led you to a bed and dropped the few things that you had on the bed. “This one was mine, now it’s yours.”

“You’re giving me your bed?”

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged. “I’ll move to the top bunk, it’ll be nice to have a change.” He was humble. He was willing to give you one of the only things that was his and he didn’t want any praise for it.

“Thank you.” You meant it, and you didn’t know what else to say.

“Everyone!” Chiron announced as he trotted into the cabin doors. “Your attention, please. This is Percy Jackson. I trust you will see to whatever he needs.” Everyone stared at the sandy-haired boy awkwardly. Everyone in the Hermes cabin was used to this by now. New kid comes in, new kid gets claimed, new kid leaves, and the cycle continues. Within seconds everyone went back to their conversations although many of those conversations now included the word: Minotaur.

You and Luke glanced at each other unsure if you should say anything to the boy.

“He shouldn’t be alone.” You whispered to him. “Grover said the Minotaur killed his mom.”

You followed Luke as he made his way to the boy, who sat up quickly when we approached.

“Look, if you want to give me a hard time, just do it tomorrow.” He said before either Luke or you could get a word out. “I can't do any more today.”

“Heard what happened to you on the hill.” Luke said slowly, arms crossed over his chest. “And I just... wanted to say I'm really sorry.”

“I know what you're going through.” You chimed in. “Believe me, I really do.”

“I'm Luke.” He reached out to shake the boy's hand.

“Percy.” He hesitantly grabbed Luke’s hand.

“Y/n.” You couldn’t help but smile at him. He reminded you so much of yourself when you first came to camp so many years ago.

“Rise and shine!” Luke’s voice boomed above you. You groaned and turned away from him in an attempt at protest.

“Five more minutes.” Luke chuckled at your words but he didn’t take it for an answer.

“C’mon.” He ripped the blanket off of the bed. “First day at camp, gotta make it count.”

“Luke!” You shouted, the cold air shocking your body. “Do you make it a habit to torture the new campers?” You groaned as you rolled out of bed and began to put your shoes on. Luke was already geared up and ready to go, twitching with excitement.

“Only the ones who make it easy.” He smirked.

“Screw you.” You reached to grab your pillow and threw it at his face. It caught him by surprise causing him to stumble back, making both of you laugh.

“Maybe you’re an Ares kid?” He faked injury dramatically. “We’ll find out today.”

“What?” That piqued your interest. Ever since you arrived at camp yesterday you couldn’t stop thinking about getting claimed.

“We’re gonna figure out what you’re good at. Maybe that’ll help us figure out who your parent is.” Luke explained.

“Where do we start?” You stood up with excitement.

“Breakfast.”

The two of you made your way to the mess hall, it was much more crowded this morning than it was the previous day. Each of the tables were nearly full with kids chatting over breakfast.

“So what’s your story?” You asked Luke as you sat down with your breakfast.

“What do you mean?” He chuckled slightly.

“Your story.” You repeated. “How’d you get here?”

“Well,” He sighed. “I’ve been here for 3 summers.” He pulled at the necklace around his neck with three colored beads strung on the brown cord. “I came here with Annabeth, an Athena kid.”

He gestured over to a girl a few years younger than you sitting at the Athena table. “And Thalia, she uh- she didn’t make it.”

“Oh,” Your voice trailed off. “I’m sorry Luke.”

“Thalia died getting us to camp safely.” He continued. “She died a hero.” An uncomfortable silence fell over the table. “Then I got here, got claimed by Hermes.” Even mentioning his father seemed to send chills down his back.

“What happens if I don’t get claimed?” The thought had crossed your mind more than a few times.

“Well,” Luke shifted in his seat. “It doesn’t happen too often but, you’d stay in the Hermes cabin. That’s where all the unclaimed kids stay.”

“Well if that’s the case, I’ll need to move beds because you snored above me all night.” You teased.

“Oh no way I’ll just follow you wherever you go.” He said as he took a big bite of his breakfast. “So who are we looking for, a mom or a dad?”

“I’m not sure.” You said through a bit of toast. “I was left at a firehouse as a baby so I have no idea who my mortal parent is either.”

“So where did you live?” Luke leaned onto his elbow on the table in interest.

“Foster families, group homes, things like that.” You explained. “Until monsters would trash them and I’d get blamed for it and get moved.”

“Well, we can’t rule out any god but we’ll start out with the olympians. We’ve got a lot of work to do,”

After breakfast Luke led you all around camp. He took you to Arts and Crafts and sat you down at an empty sheet of canvas and easel with a bowl of miscellaneous fruit in front of it. Luke went around to the front of the easel and knocked the bowl onto the floor.

“I have a better subject for your painting.” He stood in front of you, placed his hands on his hips and looked to the side triumphantly. The pose of a hero. You laughed at him and did your best to capture him on the canvas. You tried to take your time but Luke quickly started complaining that his arms were hurting and urged you to hurry. The top half of the painting was pretty good, you could tell it was Luke, you even captured his smug smirk which made you smile. As you went down the painting got more rushed and sloppy but you blamed Luke for that.

“Tada.” You said enthusiastically as you took the canvas off the easel and turned it around to show him. He came up quickly to grab it.

“You didn’t fully capture my good looks, but other than that it’s pretty good.” He shrugged and you laughed and smacked his shoulder with a paintbrush. “So maybe an Apollo kid.” He took the canvas from you and rolled it up, saving it for later in his bag.

Luke continued to lead you around camp trying everything he could think of. He took you to the forge and quickly decided you were likely not a Hephaestus kid after you struggled to even make a dent in the hot metal. He took you to the archery range and despite never holding a bow before, you weren’t too bad. Artemis could be a maybe. He took you to a little training obstacle course by the arena designed to test speed and agility. You did your best but got hit by multiple bags of sand that were built to resemble flying harpies. So Hermes is a no. “Well, we’re definitely not siblings.” Luke laughed as you got hit by a sandbag that toppled you over. For whatever reason that felt very relieving to you. He took you to the strawberry fields where you propagated a few berries. Possibly Demeter. Finally Luke wanted to test your swordsmanship. You were excited for this. Only being here a day and a half you had already heard of Luke’s skills with a sword. Having been on the run from monsters basically your whole life you had gotten pretty good at fighting,

“We’ll get some swords and go to the woods to practice.” Luke told you on the way to the armory.

“Why are we going to the woods?” You questioned.

“So I don’t embarrass you in front of everyone when I beat you.” He smiled widely.

“I hate you-” You laughed but were cut off by someone yelling from up the hill.

“New girl!” Another girl shouted. As you kept walking closer she became easier to see. She was dressed in full greek armor and wore a helmet with a bright red crest. When she took off the helmet her dark curly hair slipped out and gave you a better look at her face.

“Her name is Y/n,” You swore Luke was scowling. “Play nice.”

“Am I not allowed to meet the girl we almost died trying to find?” She faked offense.

“You were in the cave.” You remembered. “You thought I was dead.”

“You looked dead.” She shrugged. “So what are you two doing out here?”“Y/n’s gonna try her hand at some combat.” Luke explained.

“Perfect.” Clarisse said menacingly. She grabbed a chestplate off the rack and held it out to you. “I’ll take the first round.”

“Clarisse, I don’t think-” Luke started but you cut him off.

“Let’s do it.” You eagerly took the chestplate and a sword off of the wall. Something about Clarisse invigorated you. Luke looked at you wearily but figured he was quick enough to stop Clarisse before she killed you. You and Clarisse were stationed about 6 feet away from each other, you armed with a sword and her with a spear. Before you even realized you’d begun she stormed forward, her spear pointed towards you. You took a step to the side to avoid being impaled and she quickly redirected the tip of her spear to follow you but you went under the head of the spear with your sword blade, sending the tip of her spear towards the sky. You took a swipe at her with your sword but she quickly deflected. While you were recovering from your failed attack she slashed the head of her spear down. You stepped back to avoid the spear hitting your face but the tip of the spearhead tore into your shoulder causing you to whine in pain.

“Y/n!” Luke cried out and he began to run to your side but you held out your hand telling him to stop. Your face flushed hot with anger. You weren’t mad at Clarisse, it was a fight and people get hurt. You had always been easy to set off especially in competition.

“It’s just a cut,” You stared Clarisse down. “Let’s keep going.”

“I like this girl.” She laughed before rushing forward again with a giddy smile before taking a stab at you. You took one hand off of your sword and grabbed the shaft of the spear as tightly as you could. She pulled and pulled but couldn’t get the spear free from your grasp. You picked your foot up and landed a hard kick in her stomach sending both of you flying backwards. Despite your best efforts you lost grip on your sword but went down with the spear. You both stumbled to your feet and when you did were both met with a blade under your chins. You with her spear and her with your sword. A draw. She laughed and lowered the sword and you did the same.

“Good to know we didn’t risk our lives for someone completely useless.” You thought that was a compliment coming from Clarisse.

“Let me see your arm.” Luke panicked as he rushed over to you. He grabbed your arm and began examining the cut on your shoulder. The cloth of your Camp Half-Blood was torn and the gash was bleeding much more than you had realized. “Let’s get you to the big house.”

The entire walk to the big house Luke muttered under his breath how it was so stupid to fight Clarisse and it wasn’t until after a few of the Apollo kids treated your wound he admitted that he was impressed. Saying that of course you still couldn’t compare to his sword skills.

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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soft sirius x reader pleasee 🙏🙏 either established relationship or fwb/friends to lovers vibes you decide

Thanks for requesting!

modern au

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

“You ought to start locking the door,” Sirius calls out as he enters your flat. You tug out one earbud to hear him better. “I could be a serial killer.”

“Right, sure,” you snark lightly, washing dishes double-time. “And you ought to start calling before you come by, but we both have our bad habits.”

“Like you’d pick up if I did.” He saunters into the kitchen, taking in the mess and then pretending not to notice. He leans against the counter beside where you’re working. “I just thought I’d drop in and see if you have a bit of free time.”

“A bit?” you laugh. “Looking for a quickie, Black?” You stack more dishes on the drying rack, jolting forward to steady them when a bowl on the top threatens to tumble. “Sorry, no time. The kitchen’s been a mess for days, I have to clean up before my flatmate gets home from class and murders me.”

“But she seems like such a nice girl,” Sirius muses, taking the precarious bowl and drying it with a towel. “Anyway, doesn’t your flatmate’s last class end at, like, six? It’s hardly three.”

“It’s weird that you know that.” It’s not, really. You know a freakish amount of details about his life, too, but it’s easier to keep up the casualness of this arrangement if you pretend you’re not quite as close as you are. You go into the living room, collecting dirty dishes and talking whilst you walk. “She does, but I have to revise my essay, and if I don’t get this done before I start on that, it won’t be finished before she gets home. I’ll forget, I know it.”

“Hm.” Sirius takes the kettle down from its cabinet, nudging you aside to fill it from the tap. “Why do you have to revise your essay tonight?”

“Because it’s due in three days,” you explain, taking his place at the sink as soon as he’s out of the way to dunk more dishes in the soapy water. “And I have another essay due in four days, so if I don’t work on this one now, I won’t have enough time to finish that one. And besides those, I’ve got my regular work to keep up with.”

Sirius is quiet for half a second, which is unusual enough that you look over to check that he’s still here. He’s giving you a look you know too well, one dark brow and one corner of his mouth quirked up suggestively. “Sounds like you need to blow off some steam,” he says.

You try to scoff, but it comes out a snort. “Oh, fuck off. And quit looking at me.”

You don’t look up from your task this time, a particularly stubborn piece of food requiring your attention, but you can tell Sirius is pouting at you from just his voice. “A cruel demand, and one I can’t abide by. Sorry, gorgeous.”

“Freak.” You continue scrubbing at the dish. Finally, you give in, using your fingernail to attack the crusted-on piece of mystery food and doing your best to ignore the grossness of it. It comes off, but your nail breaks. “Damn it!”

“Hey.” The teasing tone drops from Sirius’ voice. “Take it easy, dollface. You’ve got time.”

It doesn’t feel like you have time. There’s been alarm bells going off in your head since you’d woken up on Monday morning and realized all you had to do this week, and there’s no time for any of it. There’s a dangerous pressure building behind your eyes, but if there’s one thing you definitely don’t have time for, it’s a breakdown. You force a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

“I know,” you tell Sirius. “Thanks.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” he suggests lightly.

You cut a knowing look his way. “I do not have time for a shag right now, Sirius.”

He grins, showing his teeth. “Not what I was thinking of, but as always, let me know if you change your mind.” You roll your eyes, and his smile drops. “Just, like, an actual break. You seem kind of stressed.”

“I am,” you say, like duh, “but I don’t have time for a break either. I’ll be less stressed when everything is done.” You just have to make it until then.

Sirius goes quiet again, but you don’t bother wondering about it this time. It’s fine if he’s worried about you. You want him to be, a little bit. You want someone to see how hard you’re trying, even if it doesn’t look like your efforts are producing much. You’ll wash the dishes, and your flatmate will still be annoyed you’d let them pile up in the first place. You’ll turn in your essays, and they’ll be just okay enough to pass. You can work all day, from the second you wake up until you fall dead asleep, and sometimes it feels like it’s for nothing. But what’s the alternative? Stop, and watch your barely-together life fall apart completely? No, you just have to get through this week. Just this week, and then you can rest until the next hard week.

You stack the last of the dishes on the drying rack, and your hand has barely left before the three on top slip off. You lunge forward on instinct, like you think you can catch them. You can’t. The crash is loud, but you barely hear it. You bring your hands to your face, cupping your mouth between your palms. Your horrified exhale blows hot air back onto your chin.

“Okay, it’s okay.” Sirius’ voice is soft, as is his touch on your shoulder, encouraging you back from the glass shards. “You’re alright, just be careful, yeah?”

“Fuck,” you say, and you try to laugh, but what comes out is a dry sob. “Oh my god, fuck me.”

“I think we’ve agreed now’s not a good time,” Sirius jokes, taking a dish towel and using it to scrape together the bigger pieces. “Do you have a broom, love?”

You shake yourself out of your stupor. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll grab it.”

You step over Sirius, and he makes a half-suppressed sound of alarm when you come too close to the glass but takes the dustpan when you hand it to him. You sweep up the glass, going farther than necessary from the site of the damage to ensure no one ends up with an impaled foot later on. Sirius dumps it in the trash.

“Thanks,” you tell him, trying to reorient. “Okay, I need to—”

“Oh, would you look at that,” Sirius cuts you off, going to the stove. “It appears I’ve put the kettle on. Must be habit. Sit and have a cup with me, doll?” You give him a look that says you know what he’s doing, and he shrugs like he doesn’t care. “Just for a few minutes. Please.”

You relent perhaps too easily, picking out mugs for the both of you and accompanying him to the living room. You curl up against the armrest of the couch, and Sirius settles in next to you, his thigh touching your hip. They’re your usual spots, but what’s not as routine is the arm he wraps around your shoulders, drawing you into his side. You sip at your tea as if you don’t notice. The warmth is soothing as it goes down your throat and seeps into your insides. Sirius turns on the TV, and it’s obvious by now that you’ve been lied to, he doesn’t intend to let you go after a few minutes, but you’re losing the will to hold him to it anyway. You let your head lie on his arm as he begins to trace slow, smooth shapes into your shoulder.

And though it feels nice, you say, “I don’t need you to coddle me.”

You feel Sirius shift to look down at you, and you tilt your head to meet his eyes. “But you’ll let me,” he says, “won’t you?”

You don’t know how to answer that. Sirius doesn’t seem to be waiting for one, pressing a casual kiss to your head and then focussing back on the screen, his doodles on your shoulder never faltering. You rest your head on him again, and you suppose that’s answer enough.

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kalims · 2 years

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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "what the—please put me down,, it's not a wedding nor am i ready to get married!"

bridal style but it's not a wedding,

or in which, they carry you bridal style.

characters. dorm leaders.

includes. gn reader, this is a small treat for over 4k followers :) since I still wanted to give yall one

cw. reader impied to be injured/sick.

note. I rate sumeru archon quest a solid 9.7/10 and yes, I only finished it yesterday LMAO. u wondering why malleus' is different? thats right he's just special. <3

— riddle rosehearts

"you okay there?" you stare at riddle knowingly. eyeing his red face that was neither from embarrassment nor anger. the man in question nods stiffly, adjusting his hold on you in a way that makes you fly for a second.

riddle grits out an answer. ignoring the way he was painstakingly slow on taking you to whatever destination. gods.. he's never been so mad at the fact that the infirmary was so far. "I'm doing just..—" he trips on a small pen that was just coincidentally in the middle of the hallway, nearly tumbling forward and leering you to the ground but he catched himself at the last moment.

and pretended nothing just happened but he definitely just spared a searing look towards the innocent pen. "—fine."

"it's fine. I can walk." you eventually nudge him however he seems more determined hearing your words. noticing your particular look riddle panics. "w-wait.. it's alright! I'm doing okay!"

it's not that you're light, or heavy at all. but in general riddle is far more impressive in the.. magical aspect, in terms of heavy lifting in heartslabyul. he leaves it to trey, cater and other residents who are far more competent than him.

you shake your head, he was being oddly intent with this. "if I can't even do this when you are in need of care how will i learn in the future?" riddle frustratingly sighs. sure, he can admit he was probably gonna sleep tonight and wake up with sore arms but the very least,, you'd see him as a strong person. inside and out.

that was quite suggestive, not in the way you're thinking but rather.. "oh? so.. you see a future with me?" placing a hand on your chest you smile at riddle who wastes no time dropping you. you reminisced a long lost.. experience when you fell because honestly, the pain you felt in your bottom was excruciating.

he glares at you despite the steam animatedly coming out of his ears. "is this a joke? I—" riddle paused as if just noticing your clear pain even though you wear a tight lipped smile on your face.

then he panics again, crouching down. "I'm sorry.. I was careless."

meanwhile. I can't tell if all the pain I'm feeling right now is worth it for his vision of the future and concern.

you continue to stare at the wall in a daze, completely silence as riddle is in an inner monolog regretting his life choices.

leona kingscholar

"oi. are you paying me for this, I don't give out service for free."

leona says but you merely squint at him. "since when was money something you needed?" you point a finger at him accusingly but he just shrugs, annoyingly enough. "dunno. might need it. you'll pay me back somehow. I'll make sure of it." he makes a show of trying to intimidate you with his stare.

you flail your arms around in frustration, pretending to not notice the stare he directed at you when you accidentally hit him in the face. you definitely did not want to be under leona's crazy favors again.. "but im gonna die if you don't bring me there?!"

"it's just a fractured rib. ah. right, tell me. who did this to you." leona plays it off cooly but you know full well what his words imply. now,, should you destroy someone's life or spare mercy on them? meh.. either way you probably didn't have a choice because ruggie was there and the hyena was gonna rat it out to leona anyways. "some random from diasomnia. it's not that serious."

maybe it was a bad idea mentioning diasomnia cause leona has this scary look on his face right now and you're sure he's gonna be 100x more merciless on them since they're in the dorm of someone he hates. "not that serious? look at you. you look like you're gonna die from every breath and move you take." he huffed.

how ironic. "didn't you say that it's 'just' a fractured rib?"

leona just ignores you but he's slowed down considerably, which you'd like to think for your sake when he realizes that you indeed,, are struggling whenever you move.

the silence was quite awkward so after a while you decide to speak.

"anyways. if you don't need money just tell me what you do need so I can get it over with as soon as possible."

leona doesn't look at you until you're at the very door of the infirmary itself. since when did you arrive? time flew by quite quick or he's really just that athletic.

you expect not to get an answer till he places his hand on the knob, preparing to open it and then freezing. then, he looks at you finally. "you. i need you to get better so you can come back to me."

you were about to have an inner crisis— scratch that you were having an inner crisis when there's someone clearing their throat and a seemingly long object making contact with a palm. you both turn and see crewel looking quite furious. he points at leona.

"pups and kitties don't get along. scram little one, I'll take care of them."

leona looked like he just didn't care but definitely iffed by crewel ruining the moment.

you hear something about audacity and kitties.

azul ashengrotto

"i... they'd be better off with someone else." azul trails off. looking away and clearing his throat, crewel spares him an unimpressed look. looking thoroughly bold enough to start whipping his little stick around for a spin.

crewel glares at him. "you are the only person in here ashengrotto. do you think this is a choice? would you rather them writhing on the floor then?" at his azul's lips grow thin and he's trying quite hard to avoid the man's narrowed eyes.

he points at jade; who sits at a chair right next to you. the man in question lifts his head, somehow probably feeling the finger pointed at him. jade does look like he already knew it was azul and grins. he feigns confusion. ".. what about jade then..? he's far more equipped to carry them."

azul debates, strangely intent on not being the one to carry you to the infirmary. crewel drags a hand down his face. "no. that pup is injured as well, are you blind? leech has a broken leg." the man points at the poorly done bandages around jade's leg, an indication that the one who did it wasn't exactly a professional.

you just feel like a bystander to this weird conversion going back and forth.

jade places a hand over his knee and rubs it slowly. "ah.. yes, it's quite the chore for me to walk. imagine me carrying someone else, it must be painful." you look back and forth toward the two octavinelle students.

azul looks like the mixture of bursting a nerve and embarrassment. jade looks at him knowing full well that he could have broken another limb and be able to walk just fine. but it's quite funny azul trying to hide a.. fact from you.

"no i—"

crewel shakes his head. "it is final. you carry them there or else."

to his relief crewel ushers jade to follow as he walks out the door. but his friend still had the audacity to smile at him as he passes through the door.

when I get my hands on him I'll...

"it's okay. you can't carry me, right?"

at your seeming reassurance azul flushes and looks like he's at a loss of words. before he can speak you already beat him to it. "jade told me that you can't do much heavy lifting. in your human form that is." you laugh.

azul looks down in shame and embarrassment. perhaps he could scam I mean.. gain a new client that was willing to swap strength with him?

"that's alright. just keep in mind that I'll be looking forward to see how strong you are in your mer-form."

he flushes completely.

wait how was he gonna get you to the infirmary..?

kalim al asim

jamil is in a dilemma.

he isn't usually someone to tolerate another person's presence but your annoying little self still somehow wormed your way into his heart—non consensual of course. he doesn't like worms at all by the way.

so naturally he's a little.. concerned, just a little that kalim insists on being the one to carry you to the infirmary and as far as jamil knew, kalim hasn't exactly been working on his physical stature with the exception of the painfully long, hot walks in the desert.

"jamil! it's okay. really, I got this." kalim flashes the man a bright smile which only further raises his concern or whether or not you're gonna arrive in the infirmary with more injuries than you were supposed to.

it's not that jamil doesn't trust kalim—actually he doesn't.. but the the boy can be quite clumsy and as much as kalim seems to be willing to give you about a thousand gold bars if you asked for it he just isn't convinced.

plus you're as equally stupid.

and the only thing you and kalim don't know about each other is that you're utterly whipped and jamil also didn't consent to knowing this. so he resists the urge to roll his eyes when you nod. "yeah! I'm sure you have other vice-dorm leaders stuff to do!"

"see?!"

if it meant picking between taking the risk and safety of his admittedly, close friend what would he choose?

yeah he's not dealing with this. jamil closes his eyes. "then kalim would have 'dorm leader stuff' to do as well so I trust you to go there yourself?" which is typically jamil's silent threat but totally with love.

kalim looks confused. "I... do?"

miraculously enough he turns to you and you both start acting like you didn't just sprain your knee. "I'm a dorm leader too.. doesn't that mean i have dorm leader stuff too?" your face scrunched up in distaste at the thought of even more work meanwhile kalims brightens.

he seems ecstatic and you do not. "we're the same!"

jamil tries to cut in. "guys please. can we just get (name) to the infirmary first..?" he sighs quietly. wondering what he did in this past life to receive such a troublesome one.

you both ignore him.

"YES. if they finish treating you we can do dorm leader stuff together, let's go!"

you won't be that stupid to turn face at the relevation, rig— oh nevermind you are.

in the end you thankfully did not arrive to the infirmary with an additional injury but you certainly did get a whirling headache when you did from how fast kalim's carpet moved.

jamil swears to never do this again.

vil schoenheit

you're a little worried. if there's anything you're absolutely sure of it's that vil deserves to do everything full of luxury; it lives up to his very existence! some dirt like you compared to a literal diamond? oh geez, you don't even wanna start.

sure you're no better than one of his fans that fell in love with his looks however you can't deny that it was the thing that got you entranced in the first place. though you will admit that vil had a way with words that got you reeling in the second you met.

there's about a hundred things you'd list as to why you like him a lot.

which is why you're doubtful and refuting his offer to carry you. vil must have other better things to do than deal with you just cause of a small little slip. "it's fine. I can do it go do your thing." though vil stares at you pointedly as if looking for confirmation that you actually just turned him down.

"are you looking down on me? I can do this."

in a panic you frantically shake your head. "no!"

you'd never even dream of looking down on vil. if there was anything that was on the bottom it'd be you while he's WAY up there.

vil softly drags his palm against his forehead, careful to not smudge the makeup that lays there. he resists the urge to glare at you—which he apparently could not, since you already avoided his gaze the moment he cast his eyes on you.

"then what is the problem? I do not see one. do you perhaps don't like me?" vil rolls his eyes at you and the sheer audacity in his words to assume that you don't almost has you quaking in your boots!

honestly what's there to not like about him?! sure his mindset about beauty is a little.. strange but it's definitely admirable.

this time you shake your head frivolously, so much that you were actually starting to get dizzy. "absolutely not. don't even say that, I like you the most." you say seriously and your words actually halt vil right in his movements.

he stares at you again and you realize how risky what you said is.

so you throw up your arms and attempt to change the subject. "well. not that it matters, what im saying is! you don't need to dirty yourself for me."

vil raises that judging brow. "no? if you think so highly of me then surely i should treat the one i like most the same."

me..? you think dumbly.

in your flabbergasted state vil takes advantage of you actually end up in the infirmary still stunned to silence as he casually fixes up your appearance.

idia shroud

idia can't tell if he just fell from sheer anxiety or just he couldn't really do it.

but right now all he wants is to dig out a hole, crawl into it and close it then refuse to leave it till the rest of humanity is wiped out from existence because he'll never forget about the embarrassment he's feeling right now.

right, let's rewind! it just so happens that one of the things crowley gave you as work for free residency in ramshackle is that you'd have to assist professors as an assistance of sorts. simple really.

but then no one noticed the way you deliberately freeze in the middle of walking, pretending to sight see outside when your surroundings are literally spinning and your head is pounding from it. there's the peak of the pound then it slowly calms down.

to your unfortunate it didn't mean the pain went away.

it actually hurt you to stand up. more so deal with the bundle of immature third years who aren't any better than the other lower years! you've seen many younger people be more mature than these guys and it's infuriating.

though idia noticed.

it's hard not to when he has no one to talk to, no one to occupy his attention with except you.

so with his full attention of course he noticed the concerning behavior you displayed. and idia debated whether or not to snitch but he has crippling anxiety and his head is just full of doubts. eventually he came to a conclusion that he won't because it'll 'probably be a mistake'

and he did make a mistake, which is not snitching on you. to think he used to say snitches get no bitches. his silence ended up with you passed out on the floor, and your loud thunk completely silenced the whole room.

and now he's the one being ordered to carry you because he 'understood' the lesson best compared to his classmates—and you both knew each other better.

he doesn't even wanna try at all but why the heck isn't ortho answering his comms?! this is a real life EMERGENCY!

between letting you burn up here and possibly humiliating himself idia chooses the latter. his little prophecy did turn out right since when he got you, and lifted you up he tripped immediately.

"good heavens help me..." idia mutters to himself. unable to wait to see his bed and hide in it for the span of the following weeks.

well atleast when you woke up; first thing you saw was idia grinding on your account with his phone since you graciously gave him. he flashes you a wobbly smile and you wonder why he looks exhausted.

malleus draconia

a school play.

you were picked for a school play.

WHY?!?!? was the first thing you screeched in your mind and you didn't even care that there might actually be a mind reader in the room that would hear your screaming and suffer a concussion from how loud and chaotic it is.

either vil wanted to make you better or terrorize you for beating the shit out of him in that stadium since he casted you as one of the main leads who suffers a secret love from the misunderstood villian.

which would've been okay (it's not) if malleus wasn't the misunderstood villian! seriously, who made this play script?

it's not that you hate him it's just that there's a lot of romance scenes. and your heart will absolutely not be able to take the cheesy lines and start bursting into rainbows and stuff.

and the fact that you just kind of, liked him.

wait how did vil even get him to join the play...? you're sure he would've gave up after meeting sebek.

this time the scene is running away from the mages who found out that you made contact with the misunderstood and is now chasing you to most probably imprison you.

set in a snowy plain, you don't know where vil gets all the stuff to make it so realistic cause even you're questioning if this is some hologram or actually reality.

and now you're literally being carried by malleus as the icy weather bites back at you. and of course as a natural response you just sneakily snuggle into his arms more, you hope he really just doesn't notice.

the lines you memorized grow a little hazy but you manage. "are they gone?" you peek behind malleus shoulder. how nice was it to marvel at the world from his height? you don't know how, or when but there's a warmth on your fingers that has you realizing how numb it felt from the cold.

malleus rubs your hands with his own. sharing a quarter of his warmth to you and you're not sure if the warmth should have traveled all the way up to your face. then, he answered. "yes, my love." the nickname wasn't probably meant for you, but rather your character but it still sends you to orbit.

he cradles your face—wait is this part of the script? you don't remember.. malleus runs his thumb just below your cheekbone, pressing gently and once again making you find out about a graze you never really felt till he pulled away and showed you the blood.

didn't vil say there wouldn't be any real life action involved?!

you can spot his eyes just getting a tad, bit darker. "I'll lead you to my tower, stay there and do not move. I just have to deal with.. something." he kisses your forehead.

you resist the urge to scratch your chin.

"cut, cut! all the things you both did wasn't in the script at all." vil facepalms but the blonde beside him looks far more happy. rook flashes you a grin. "encore, encore! what touching improvisation. impressive!"

you eye malleus with concern. "where are you going?"

"to deal with something of course."

but.. didn't the practice just end?

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 0.9

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which anakin makes the mistake of not listening to his manager’s words and breaks his promise to both himself and to you, while you finally reach your breaking point with everything.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4.2k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“Dance with me,” Liz whined as she tried to pull Aankin away from the bar he was leaning against. When he just shook his head, she rolled her eyes and held up her empty drink, signaling to the bartender for another. “Don’t be so boring, Anakin, we’re here to have fun.”

Anakin huffed and pushed his own drink aside. He was really getting sick of going out with Liz every night, but he felt like he didn’t have much of a choice as she threatened to go without him and insinuated that she was planning to drink hard and do drugs and he knew that if something were to happen to her, he would feel awful and partly responsible.

“This isn’t very fun to me anymore, Liz,” he mumbled as she finished his drink, making him roll his eyes as he pulled out his wallet and paid for the two drinks he ordered.

“Oh, come on, rockstar,” she scoffed. “You’re young, you’re hot, this is what you’re supposed to do. Let go of all the worries and stress and just live in the moment. What’s holding you back?”

“The fear of disappointing my manager and friends more than I already have,” he answered and she rolled her eyes again as she grabbed her new drink.

“The guys are busy with their own lives,” she brushed off his words and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, covering up your writing as she did so. “And as for your manager, she’s too stuck up her own ass to be worried about what you’re doing.”

That was a lie if he ever heard once since Helena just rightfully called him out on his bullshit a few days ago, but he was too exhausted to argue with the drunk photographer. “Don’t talk about her like that,” he still defended her as he tugged his wrist free, pulling out his phone afterwards and checking the time.

1:03 AM.

God, what is he doing here?

“So defensive,” she teased and took multiple sips of the drink as if that wasn’t the fifth one she’s had during the two hours they’ve been here. “I’m just joking, relax, Ani.”

The name sobers him up pretty quickly, even though he wasn’t even tipsy to begin with. “Don’t call me that,” he says sternly, making Liz’s smile drop as she stares up at him. “Do not call me that, okay?”

You were the only person that was allowed to call him that. You always have been and you always will be.

He hated that nickname for years until he met you and then fell in love with the way it sounded coming from you. You didn’t tease him about it, weren’t at all condescending or poking fun at him whenever you said it. It was simply the nickname you had given him, and you were the only person he liked hearing say it.

Even Vinny knew better than to call him Ani, and that’s saying something.

Liz’s stare turned into a hard glare as she stood up from the stool beside his. “Okay,” she said in a monotone voice. “You know, maybe you should go back to the bus if you’re going to be miserable all night. You’re ruining the fun, Anakin.”

He looked up at her for a few seconds before huffing and standing as well. “Fine,” he said back. “I guess I’ll see you later.”

As he made his way to the exit, his brain tried to go back to the first night he went to a bar and when exactly it became a habit. A bad habit that would probably end with him having severely bad health problems if he were to continue down this path.

Helena was right, he had been spending too much time getting drunk at all these unfamiliar bars and clubs and he definitely has been spending way too much time with Liz, who was clearly a bad influence on him.

Really, what business did he have getting drunk with the twenty seven year old tour photographer when he was barely twenty two?

His head was killing him from all the loud rap music he’s listened to at all the bars, and even more from the live music he was performing multiple nights a week on different stages.

His sleep schedule was non-existent and the circles under his eyes were getting more prominent by the day. He had lost at least fifteen pounds since he would rather drink than eat after every show.

He was becoming the stereotypical rockstar, and that was something he never wanted to do.

It was Tuesday now and Evan was still being cold towards you.

While you weren’t sure what you did wrong, you still wanted to make up for it somehow. But, as Kenneth was going over this week’s assignment, he held up the papers you submitted to him last week and stood from his chair. “Like the following assignment, this week’s is about something personal. I want to read about your proudest moments, your most embarrassing moments, a moment you felt lost, and I want to read about it in vivid detail. I want to feel like I’m experiencing it right along with you,” he looked over at you and you felt a sense of dread fill your body. “Miss Y/l/n did a great job on the previous task. You should be looking out for this one.”

He nodded at you, and Evan, who was sitting silently beside you, stood up with a huff and left the room as soon as Kenneth excused the class. A few other students gave you smiles and pats as they walked by and left as well, and you bit down on your lip as you debated on whether or not you were going to go through with calling out your instructor for supposedly favoring you.

Evan said he has a soft spot for you, and you could see why he would think that since the praises you have been getting have been pretty excessive in comparison to the other people in the class, but you didn’t feel any more special than the rest of the students around you.

Clearing your throat, you put your books and laptop in your bag before standing up and walking over to his desk. “Kenneth, can I talk to you for a second?” You ask, feeling a hell of a lot less confident than you sounded.

“Of course, Miss Y/l/n,” he said back, pausing his task of cleaning up his desk to give you his full attention. He was so nice, you wanted nothing more than to turn around and walk away before you possibly messed things up with him, but you stood your ground. “What’s up?”

You swallow harshly and shift uncomfortably as you try to think of what to say. “I….appreciate all of the boosts of confidence, but I think….I think it’s happening a bit too often,” you start and watch as Kenneth’s brows raise. Before you could go back on your words, you quickly add, “I don’t know why you seem to favor me over the rest of the class, but I think you’re being a bit unfair when you should be treating us equally. I’m no better than anyone else here, and I think you know that, so I’m not sure why you’re so…sure that I’m doing so great when everyone is doing just as well as I am. It’s a bit unprofessional.”

You shut up after that and hold back your urge to run out of the room and never look back. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears and you were a bit out of breath as you grip the strap of your bag tightly.

Kenneth’s brows drop and his face relaxes as an unreadable expression takes over his features. “Is that so?” He asked lowly and you felt sick. More dread fills your body as you try to think of something to say that would lighten the mood, but you feared you had already pushed it way past the point of no return.

Evan convinced you that Kenneth was being unfair with you, so you felt obligated to call him out on it instead of ignoring - something you were deeply regretting as he leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat.

“That piece you did on your boyfriend, Anakin, was it? The rockstar?” He asked as he reached for a framed picture on his desk. He turned the picture around so you could clearly see it, and it was of a woman who looked to be on a stage, a guitar in her hands and a microphone in front of her. “This is my wife.” He informed you and you felt your heart drop a bit.

“Your….” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he nodded and set the picture down, his wife still in perfect view as he turned back to face you. Why had you never noticed that?

“Yes, my wife. She’s going into her fourth month of touring in a few days, and when I read your piece about your boyfriend, I related to it more than I have related to anything in quite some time,” he said and you felt your face heat up even more. “I know how tough it is to be with someone who is constantly in the spotlight, and who sometimes steals that spotlight from you, even if unintentionally. My wife, Marissa, she’s amazing; one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, but she’s got this whole separate life from me. I often feel disconnected from her, despite us being married for nearly fifteen years.”

You were left a bit speechless as you stared down at the picture. A feeling of nausea washed over you and you bring a hand up and place it over your stomach as you hold back a noise of pure embarrassment. “I….oh,”

Kenneth gives you a forced smile as he moves the picture from your view completely. “Yeah, oh,” he mumbled. “I felt for you, Miss Y/l/n. I didn’t pity you or favor you, I just knew what you were going through since I have gone through it more than once, too, and wanted to assure you that you are just as talented as your boyfriend supposedly is - like how I wish someone assured me all those years ago. I didn’t want you to think you were always coming in second when compared to your partner.”

You wanted to cry as he stood up and grabbed his jacket. How the fuck did you read that so wrong?

“Maybe I was being unfair to the rest of my students, and if that’s the case then I will do better,” he stated as he packed up his bag. “But I never meant for you to think that I’m favoring you or that you’re the best in the class. You’re an amazing writer, Miss Y/l/n, and I think you will do amazing things in your future, but I will gladly keep my thoughts to myself if that’s the way they come across.”

You stare down at the floor as you fight off tears. “I’m so sorry, I just, I thought-” you cut yourself off as you hold back a sob. “I’m so embarrassed.”

Kenneth sighed as he placed his bag onto his shoulder. “Well, maybe you can use this feeling of embarrassment for this week’s assignment,” he offered and walked around you, leaving you to follow after him as he made his way to the door. “Have a good night, Miss Y/l/n.”

He locked the classroom door then took off down the hall. You cover your mouth as you pretty much sprint in the opposite direction, pushing open the exit doors before grabbing your phone and calling Anakin.

It rang for a few beats and you were about to hang up and call him again when it finally connected. “Hey, baby,” he greeted in a tired tone and your heart ached even more.

“Ani,” you cried, walking across campus as quickly as you could since you didn’t want anyone to see you like this. “I messed up, Ani. I fucked up. Oh, my God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Slow down, Y/n,” he said in a much more alert voice. “What’s wrong, pretty girl? Why are you crying?”

You felt like crying harder at the fact that this was the most concerned he’s sounded about you in weeks. “I fucked up,” you barely manage to get out.

“Fucked up what?”

“Everything,” you cry as you fumble around in your bag for your keys. “Evan still won’t talk to me, and I accused Kenneth of favoring me after class today when he wasn’t trying to do that at all, and I- I’m so embarrassed, Anakin. I feel so terrible.”

Anakin sighed and the sound made you let out a quiet sob. “Baby….I’m sure you didn’t fuck things up, princess. Just give it a day or two-”

“No, Ani, I completely messed things up,” you cut him off as you struggled to unlock your dorm’s door. “I accused him of something he wasn’t even doing when he was just trying to show that I don’t come in second when it comes to you and how-”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He cuts you off this time and you pause your attempts on the door.

“What?”

Anakin was quiet for a few seconds before he asked, “What does that mean? You coming in second to me?”

You try to control your breathing and focus your attention on the door again. “Nothing, it means nothing, Anakin. He was just trying to make sure I know that you and I are equal and that we’re both-”

“What, and you didn’t know that before?” He cut you off again and you could feel your embarrassment turn into anger.

“Of course I knew that before, Ani, I just,” you trailed off as you thought back to all the times you’ve called him for comfort or reassurance since he left London and how he hadn’t provided it whatsoever. “You know, Anakin, I called you because I needed to feel the comfort I always feel around you, but you haven��t given me that in weeks.”

He scoffs and you feel your anger rise a bit at the sound. “Sorry I haven’t been able to comfort you when I’m thousands of miles away,” he sarcastically replied and you furrow your brows as you push open the door to your room. “I’ll try harder next time.”

You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down, but it really didn’t help much as you threw your bag onto your bed. “See, there you go again. It’s like I can’t say anything to you without having you get pissed off at me or give me some sarcastic reply,” you say and hear him laugh on the other line, though it sounded humorless. “I need you, Anakin, I need you to be there for me even if you’re not right next to me.”

“Yeah, well, I could say the same to you,” he muttered and you just about lost it.

“Fuck, Anakin, I’m sorry I’m not with you on tour right now, but keep in mind that I was with you every single night of the last one. I basically gave up my second year of college so I could be there with you and so we weren’t apart for months at a time,” your voice raised with every passing second, but you were so pent up, you didn’t have much control over yourself right now. “And you keep saying that you’re proud of me but you’re not showing it at all. You said on the very first day of me submitting the application for this program that you knew I’d do well because I’m so smart and talented, but you’ve only cared about yourself from the second I started it.”

Anakin was silent after that and it only irked you even more.

You pull your jacket off with a huff and throw it onto your bed as well. “You’ve been acting so selfish lately and I pushed it aside because I knew how stressed you’ve been and how caught up you probably were at being back on tour, but I can’t have you acting nice towards me one minute then like a dick the next,” you vent and angrily wipe your eyes that were still producing tear after tear. “It’s not fair.”

You cry silently after that and listen to the quiet breaths from the other end of the line. “Y/n,” he trailed off and you only cried harder. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not okay!” You sobbed and pace around your room. “For five years I’ve been your number one supporter for everything, and you say you’re mine but I feel like every time I have something exciting to tell you, you make me feel like an idiot for getting excited about it in the first place. I just….I can’t.”

“Y/n,” he tried again but you just shook your head.

“I can’t,” you mumble. “I called you because I needed you, Anakin, but clearly that was a mistake since my problems aren’t important to you anymore.”

He sounded a bit desperate as he said, “Of course they’re important to me,”

“Yeah, well, you’ve done a bang up job at showing it,” you nearly whisper. “I have to figure out if I’m going to drop out or not, so you can go back to doing whatever it is that you do nowadays. Call me later if you have time to.”

Then you hung up and threw your phone onto the carpet next to your desk before falling onto your bed and crying for God knows how long.

To say Anakin is having a bad day would be an understatement.

He and the guys had just finished being scolded by Helena about the lack of effort they’ve been putting into the tour lately and the sudden pause on getting new music out, and he really didn’t blame her for reaching her boiling point.

Then you called him in tears and sent his heart that was already running on adrenaline into overdrive and he managed to make your own bad day even worse, and now he felt like the most pathetic excuse of a boyfriend.

A few weeks ago he felt like he was on top of the world, and now he felt like he had hit rock bottom and didn’t deserve to have any of the things he currently has.

So, when Liz texted him the address to a local club in Berlin, he regretfully agreed to go.

He was being a total bore again as he sat at the bar and went on about how he felt fucking awful about his phone call with you, and he knew this. Still, he didn’t try to lighten the mood in any way.

Anakin was three drinks in when Liz, who he was sure had long since grown sick of his bitching, revealed the plastic bag of small, white pills and offered him one. He rejected it and ordered another drink, but an hour passed and he still wasn’t feeling the numbing effect alcohol usually had on him by now.

“I think they water down the drinks here,” he observed as he pushed away the glass that had more ice cubes than liquid in it.

Liz laughed as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “Of course they do,” she said. “They gotta make money somehow. The more watered down the drinks are, the more you’ll have to spend to actually get drunk.”

Anakin scoffed, “Highway robbery,”

“You’re telling me,” she agreed and placed one of the pills on her tongue. “You’ll spend a fortune here, Anakin. It’ll take a lot more than four drinks to get you drunk.”

He sat up straight and looked over at her. “What do you suggest I do? Go back to the bus and give up on trying?”

She raised a brow, her red lips turning upwards as she pulled out the bag again. “You could always try other methods,”

Anakin eyed the bag with a tired gaze. He was tipsy and has never in his life done drugs, but he’s heard that they can make you feel like you’re on cloud 9, but only for a little bit. And for once that actually sounded pretty appealing to him right about now.

Liz must’ve known he was conflicted about her offer as she took one pill out and gave him a lazy smile. “It’ll make you forget about everything that’s stressing you out right now,” she said and took the pill between her thumb and index finger. “You’ll be numb to everything, Anakin. Trust me, you’ll feel so much better. And you only need to take one.”

If he was completely sober right now, he would’ve pushed the pill away and left, but he wasn’t. So he opened his mouth and let her place it onto his tongue. She lifted up his drink and held it out to him, not letting him set it down until it was finished.

Then she ordered him another one and practically forced it down his throat as well before pulling him away from the bar once he was beginning to feel lightheaded. “I should sit,” his voice sounded muffled to his own ears as she tugged him through the crowd of people and towards a secluded area of the club.

Liz shook her head, and the movement had his own head spinning a bit. “No,” she murmured, running her hand up his abdomen, pulling his white shirt up with her as she did so. “You need to relax. Let me help you.”

“Liz,” he tried to push her away but he felt numb. No matter how many times he tried to blink away the blurriness, he still wasn’t able to see clearly. He wasn’t feeling any happier, in fact he felt worse, but at least his chest wasn’t aching anymore. “I should call Y/n. I need to tell her that I’m sorry.”

“Shh,” she hushed him, pushing him up against a wall before crouching down in front of him. “Pretend I’m Y/n.”

Anakin shook his head and felt his eyesight worsen at the fast movement. “I can’t,” he begged. “Liz-”

“I’m Y/n,” she persisted, beginning to kiss up his abs, surely leaving behind bright red lipstick stains in her path. “It’s Y/n, baby. Just relax, Ani, let me take care of you.”

Her lips on his skin felt foreign and he tried to push her away again but she seemed to be a lot stronger than he is right now. His head was spinning and his body felt like it was on fire as he looked around the dark area. “Y/n,” he weakly called out, hearing a laugh come from below him that sounded a lot like yours.

“Yeah, baby, I’m here,” if he really thought about it, he could almost picture that it was you in front of him. It was you who is kissing up his chest, you who is pushing away his black jean jacket in order to trace your tongue up his ribcage.

Anakin looked down and could’ve sworn that it actually is you. You had come here for him after your terrible phone call earlier. You were here with him, making him feel like he was the most important person in the world. “Y/n,” he rasped, reaching a hand out and tracing his knuckles along your jaw. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Ani,” it was even your sweet voice that responded to him. And if he squinted, he could almost make out the A you had tattooed on your wrist. “Am I making you feel good, baby?”

He leaned back against the wall you had pushed him against and felt his head pound a bit as the high took over his body. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, caressing the sides of your face as you stood to your full height. You seemed a bit taller than before, even in heels, but he wasn’t able to question you on it before the distance was closed and your mouth was pressed to his.

Except it wasn’t your mouth. And it wasn’t your hand gripping the back of his neck. It wasn’t you.

Anakin pulled back instantly, the feeling of Liz’s lips on his own making bile rise up his throat as he stumbled away from her. The high came crashing down quickly, making his head ache worse than anything he’s ever felt in his entire life.

Guilt and shame hit him at full speed and his eyes burned with tears as Liz invaded his space again.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest and his ears were ringing as he pushed her away when she tried to grab onto his arm. “Get away from me,” he muttered, watching as she shook her head.

“You’re coming back down, Anakin, you’re probably feeling kind of dizzy right now. Just hold onto me and we’ll go sit somewhere,” she offered but he just squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to hold back the bile rising in his throat at what he had just done.

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ʚ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : gaming 🎮 ɞ

ʚ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : lee jeno x reader ɞ

ʚ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : definitely smut 😭 like there’s nothing fluffy about this ɞ

ʚ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : very short ngl, whining, mentions of tears, really suggestive but i don’t finish it, TINY BIT of voyeurism, JUST SOME KINKY FREAKY SHIT. ɞ

ʚ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : 1061 words. i know i told myself that i’d challenge myself, but i’m not in the mood. i got tests to do on monday, so this is really short for that reason. i feel the urge to die ngl.. 😭 ɞ

ʚ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : basically, jeno is cockwarming the reader while he’s playing video games.. there’s not much else to it ngl. ɞ

ʚ 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : me @luckych the idea might not have come directly from me and might’ve been done before, but none of my work is plagiarized. i wrote everything by myself, so you can obviously use the idea, but do NOT take my work and pass it off as your own, please and thank you. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ɞ

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jeno was busy in his room playing overwatch with haechan and mark. (i have never played overwatch nor do i know what their favorite game is so.. take that info however you want..) he had his headset on, shouting at his two friends to get better at the game or he was gonna stop playing with them.

you were sitting right on top of him, or should i say you were sitting on top of him while he was inside of you. how the predicament happened was that you told jeno that you were bored and you needed something to do. somehow he formed the bright idea to try cockwarming while he was playing video games.

of course you wouldn’t dare turn down the idea. i mean— it was the perfect cure to your boredom.

so that’s how you were sitting down on your boyfriend’s lap, playing on your phone while he cock was deep inside of you. it was hard to focus, believe it or not, when you just have a cock sitting inside of you but nothing is happening.

you were craving some sort of friction as your wetness was drenching him and his pants. while he was moving, it wasn't the movement that you needed. it felt nice to get some sort of collision of his tip hitting against your cervix, but you were close to pleading for more.

“haechan, either move the fuck out of the way, or play the game!,” jeno angrily yelled into his mic, his anger being through the roof. as jeno continues playing, he slams his fist against his desk, thrusting his hips as he immediately hits your g-spot.

you let out a small whine, the contact being more than enough to make your head spin. you almost drop your phone out of your hand, jerking forward at his one rough thrust. jeno immediately looks over his shoulder, seeing you softly pant against the palm of your hand.

jeno begins to smirk mischievously, keeping his hips still as he chuckles softly. after you finally caught your breath, your laid your head against his shoulder, begging and pleading for him to fuck you directly in his ear, to no avail. he still kept his hips still, playing his game more calmly than before.

“finally, haechan, do your part,” jeno said, smashing his fingers down on the keyboard as he shot at any enemies in sight. as you realized he has no plan to fuck you as you wanted, you took matters into your own hands.

you began to softly grind against his cock, feeling his cock swirl around the walls of your tight pussy. you softly moaned, your lips close towards the mic. you began to whine louder as the friction of your grinding just wasn’t good enough.

jeno immediately held your hip with his free hand, the other hand tapping the keys his game as he softly grunted. “keep still..,” jeno said in response to your grinding, gripping down on your hip tightly. he had a small scowl on his face, his eyebrows furrowed as he had to multitask.

“c’mon, jeno.. please. i need it — i need you..,” you pleaded, placing small kisses against his jawline. jeno softly grunted into the mic, neither haechan or mark batting an eye. jeno began to roughly smash his fingertips against the keys, the roughness echoing off the keys.

you knew that he wasn’t going to oblige to your demands, so you began to softly bounce against his cock, a soft squelching sound protruding from your soaking pussy. you immediately moaned, your mouth closer towards the mic. jeno placed his hand over your mouth, a quiet groan leaving his lips.

“what was that?,” mark asked, his voice being rather questioning as haechan was oblivious to the noise. jeno didn’t answer. he only thrusted his hips as the feeling of your tight, wet pussy enclosing him egged him on. you were finally gaining the pleasure you deserved, jeno’s hips thrusting up slower than you would’ve liked.

“faster.. please, faster!,” you cried out as he hit your g-spot with his cock head. you could feel him still thrusting at the same pace as he rolls his eyes with spite. you were whining like crazy, jeno still smashing his fingers on the keyboard like a madman as he had to one hand his game and keep your frantic body under his control.

as you were about to plead with him once again, he thrusted his hips hard, making you moan loudly. he immediately shoved his fingers in your mouth, haechan and mark immediately asking jeno questions as they heard the moan.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. you’re just hearing what you wanna hear..,” jeno said as he continued thrusting his hips, you sucking on his fingers with teary eyes as he chuckled softly.

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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Daddy Knows Best

Dad!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: Jake is very much against having his daughter in daycare, but his baby saying her first word might just make it a little better. (sorry to those of you who read the title and thought this would be smut 😁)

Notes: Suggested by a couple of people. / Part of the Oh, Baby Universe.

**This is a jump forward; Eve is nine months old. It's not the next part in the main series or anything. There's technically still a lot more to happen there first before the events of this fic. It's just a little add on**

Warnings: none, I think.

Words: 1200

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Jake hated dropping his little girl off at daycare. Hated. It. But after you went back to work at the bar four days a week, there’d been no other choice. The schedules didn’t allow it. For those four days, you got home at three a.m. and he was up at the crack of dawn. He got done with work at four, and you were off for your shift at six. It was complicated. It required some difficult rearranging of the perfect system you’d developed during the first months of your little family coming together.

But Jake could accept that part. He could accept that Eve was getting a bit older and you wanted to go back to work. You wanted your independence and asked for Jake's support and he gave it. The daycare element, though, despite you mentioning it in the past, was the one piece he still struggled with. He couldn’t stand leaving Eve to mingle with germy rugrats and strange adults. In a room full of toddlers whining for attention, it was impossible for his daughter to be a priority to the women who worked at the center, and as far as Jake was concerned, that was unacceptable. He’d never speak it aloud, but his girl was the princess among those tiny commoners, and that was that. How you had no issue with letting her in such an environment he refused to understand.

Every morning it was a debate in his head as he took Eve from her car seat and walked her to the door of the daycare. Should he take her and run back to his truck? Decide to introduce the concept of ‘bring your daughter to work day’ to his superiors and team? He created a lot of possibilities, but then he’d remember that you would arrive to pick her up at two and he'd face an inevitable scolding if you found out she was never dropped off.

He really didn’t want to upset you. You didn’t let him so much as kiss you when you were irritated with him and that was not his idea of a good time. But even having that motivation in the back of his mind didn’t ease the pain of letting Eve go. If she would just give him a sign, something to prove she wanted to stay with him that he could relay back to you, he’d feel significantly better when arguing his case.

But no such luck.

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"Baby girl, you don't want to go to daycare, do you?"

Jake shook his head in answer for his daughter. He didn't care that she didn't understand him—that she could only stare up at him with her big green eyes—he knew what was best for her and daycare wasn't it. Plain and simple. He had no alternative solution to present, but he figured that was a problem best saved for later.

"No, you don't," he continued as he carried her through the front door of the building. "You want to stay with Daddy. I've told your Mama but she refuses to listen. And I love her, baby girl, you know I do, but she can be so stubborn."

Walking down the cream-colored hallway toward the third door on the left, Jake heard the noises of small children babbling. But they were quickly drowned out by a shrill shriek of excitement once he stepped into the room.

"There's our favorite girl!" the source of the ear-splitting sound said.

Jake frowned. Eve was his girl. His and yours.

She cuddled closer to him as a young woman jogged over and reached out to try to pull the girl from his arms. When Eve made no move to wiggle free from her father, the woman made a pretend face of disappointment.

She put her hands on her hips. "Now, Evie—"

Evie? Jake's brow furrowed. When the fuck did his daughter's name change?

"Don't you want to play with your friends?"

Jake glanced at Eve. Like the many similar features of their faces, they shared matching frowns, hers just a tad more pouty from the fuller lips you'd passed down.

"Someone's a bit grumpy this morning," the woman teased, poking at the girl's little arm. "Did we not get a good night's sleep?"

"She slept just fine," Jake said.

The woman looked up at him and blushed under his stony stare.

"Of course," she replied, bubbly nature still intact. "Well, we're going to have a fun day together, sweetheart." Her hands reached towards him again. "Ready?"

Eve's eyes peered up at Jake and he sighed, shoulders sagging. "Alright, baby girl. Daddy's gotta go now."

She made a little noise that he swore was in protest, but he handed her over nonetheless. Each day he approached it like ripping off a band-aid—an industrial strength band-aid. Quick and, well…extremely painful. But even after months, it was the only way he knew how to do it.

Reluctantly, Jake gave a wave and turned for the exit.

"Say goodbye to Dada," he heard.

Then, "Da–Da."

He stopped in his tracks, bracing himself with a hand on the frame of the door.

"Oh, how sweet!" the woman squealed as Jake whipped around.

He paused for a moment, replaying in his head what he thought he heard, but when he decided he wasn't in need of a hearing check, he chuckled and walked back over.

"Ok, give her back," he ordered despite the smile on his face.

"Wha–"

Eve was pulled away and returned to her father's arms before the woman could finish.

"What did you just say? Did you say Daddy?" He asked as he bounced her once on his hip.

"Da–Da," she repeated, clear and loud and completely unmistakable in her beautiful little voice.

"Oh my god." He kissed her on her forehead and ran his knuckle down her plush cheek. "You are so perfect, baby girl. Do you want to stay with me?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Jake could see the woman start to fidget where she stood. "Um, Mr. Seresin, your wife said that if Eve isn't in daycare to call her. Should we—"

"I'll take care of it," he said, refusing to take his eyes off his daughter. "Have a good day."

He hurried out of the building to his truck and strapped Eve in her car seat. She stared up at him as he worked on cinching the belt just right.

"Don't look at me like that, baby girl. Mama will forgive Daddy…I think," he said. "Either way, she's going to be so proud of you when we tell her."

He hopped in the front seat and as he started up the truck, he was hit with the realization that, one, he was about to wake his very exhausted wife, and two, he was still expected to work for a living.

"Daddy's gonna have to come up with an excuse to miss work today, too," he mumbled to himself and shifted the gear in reverse. "That'll be fun."

But he didn’t care. He had to tell you what happened, and there was no way he was taking his baby girl back to daycare.

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uhhidkkenny · 7 months

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𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？

𝔻𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕏 ℕ𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕪 𝕗 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

꧁𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘?

꧁𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝,𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍) , 𝙿 𝚒𝚗 𝚅, 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔.

꧁𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟿𝚔

You had to basically pinch yourself to collect your thoughts. Escaping the tunnel vision you were having, you were met with the prettiest blue eyes you have ever seen. (not like you haven’t stared at them before) It was that gorgeous douchebag that everyone has a crush on. You had multiple classes with Gojo in highschool but you never expected to see him get into the same University as you. Turns out you guys share 2 classes this semester but you do your best to avoid him and his friends. He was only 2 feet away from you waiting for your answer but your forgot what he even asked. “I-I’m sorry what did you say?” with a shaky voice red cheeks you finally acknowledged the man in front of you.

“I’m behind on some stuff in chemistry and I was trying to see if you were free tonight?” He asks and you feel yourself practically drooling. “I see you studying all the time so I assume your smart.” He says with the biggest grin. If he wasn’t so attractive you would have not even acknowledged him. You are smart but he only thinks you’re smart because your reading in the library right now. He has never even noticed you before today so why should you even help.

“Uh sorry I’m a litt-“ “I’ll pay you.” He says before you can even finish your sentence. He sees your hesitation and proceeds to admit, “If I flunk chemistry I’ll be forced to drop out.” “I’m sorry, I’ve never really tutored before. I don’t know if-“ “I’ll give you $200 if you tutor me for the test coming up.” You hesitate again. “Please y/n.” You stand there in shock. Lips slightly parted. He actually knows your name? You’re absolutely in shock. You both stare at each other for a few moments before you finally give in. He smirks, “Great. Give me your phone.”

“I’m sorry?” You said with a look of confusion but already handing him your phone. He immediately gets to work, unlocking your phone “you should really get a password” he says thinking out loud as he continues. He then puts his info into your phone and stretches him arm super high up, strikes a pose and takes a picture. You are simply dumbfounded. This man is a fucking airhead. He hands your phone back. “I texted myself so I have your number! I’ll text you when to come over tonight.” He says walking off and out of the library. Your just left standing there flustered and speechless.

So here you are standing outside Gojos apartment at 8pm. He didn’t live on campus like everyone else cause he had money. It was only about a 5 minute walk. You texted him to let him know you’re here. To your surprise he’s waiting at the door for you. “Hello.” You say standing in front of the 6ft + man that towers over you. “Come on in! I got snacks.” He says practically shoving you inside. You can’t help but chuckle, he’s treating this like it a sleepover.

He leads you to his giant room of this bachelor pad that he calls an apartment and it’s actually really cozy. You set all your stuff down trying to avoid knocking over the snacks and sit in 1 of the 2 chairs that were already pulled out. You noticed how he went and put his phone by his nightstand and you were thankful that he was prepared to actually study. He takes a seat next to you, scoots a little too close, and you begin the study session.

About 30 minutes into the study session, you suggest he grabs his textbook so he can actually take notes. He’s been practically leaning on your shoulder while you read to him and explain everything about the test you guys will be taking next week. “I like it better this way though. Feels like your the teacher and I can actually pay attention. You know..” what started as his explanation turned into 2 hours and back and forth conversation of absolutely nothing. You’ve both been laughing and eating on the snacks he assorted. It feels more like a date then it did a tutoring session.

Your sitting in the desk chair, leaned back, with your sock covered feet propped up on his bed while he lays his long body across the end on the bed, propped up on his elbow. “Gojo this-“ “Satoru” he says sternly. “Satoru, we haven’t gotten anything done. I feel like a terrible tutor.” You admit, feeling guilty because he already sent you the money to tutor him before you showed up. He ignored what you said. “I like when you say my name.” You roll your eyes. He’s made stupid flirty comments through the night but from what you can tell it’s just his personality. You pull out your phone “I’m being serious. I’m gonna send back the mon-“ “No you’re not.” He says snatching your phone and putting it under his back.

You immediately shoot up to your feel standing at the end of his bed. “Give me my phone.” You whine. It’s like the past few hours you guys have become great friends. You would never act like this in front of someone you barely know, but it’s like you’ve known Satoru your whole life. He moves your phone to the back pocket of his jeans. He sits up to where his legs are hanging off the bed. One leg on each side of you so you’re standing between them. You cheeks automatically turn pink as he adjusts to where he’s leaned back. Supporting his upper body weight with his arms as he leans back.

“Beg for it.” He says with the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. You scoff trying to pay off the sudden pulse you feel between your legs. “Can I please have my phone?” You ask half ass not wanting to embarrass yourself. “You can do better than that nerd.” He teases as he starts swing his legs back and forth at the end of the bed. You stay still for a moment before trying to quickly reach for phone that was sticking out his back pocket. He easily grabs your wrist and stand up laughing. You let out a chuckle too but it quickly fades as he towers over you and you begin to step back.

“Aw that wasn’t very nice of you.” He says hand still on your wrist and you continue backing up but he follows your every step until your ass is pressed against his desk. “It’s not nice to take people things.” You say with a dramatic angry pout looking to the side. He releases your wrist only to grab your face to look at him. Your eyes widen as you see him looking you up and down. “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it up to you.” He asks as he gets closer. Pressing his body into yours. Hand still on your face as he wraps his free arm around your waist.

“W-we should get back to studying Gojo.” He pulls your face even closer to his before he moves his face to the crook of your neck. Leaving open mouthed misses “My name is Satoru. I need you to remember that y/n.” His cold tone sends a shiver down your spine. You breathing becomes shaky as he slowly moves his mouth further up your neck to your jaw. “Sat~oruu what if you fail your test.” “I’ll get some nerd to give me the answers.” He says bluntly before pressing his lips to yours softly.

You feel like a statue. You’ve had sex before, you’ve had casual hookups,but it’s been awhile and you never thought Gojo Satoru would make a move on you. He starts to pull away and that’s when you come to your senses and push your mouth against his desperately. The kiss is slow but passionate, as he bites at your bottom lip, you gasp giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Your hands begin to roam his body as his find their way to your back and ass. He is savoring the taste of your tongue on his. Swirling his tongue with yours, flattening his tongue to rub it along yours, even so much as sucking your tongue.

He pulls away to catch his breath, he looks absolutely stunning. His eyes are hooded, lips plump, and face is slightly wet. He looks just as turned on as you. There’s a string of saliva connecting to both of you. He grabs right underneath your plump ass to sit you on his desk completely. “Open” is all he says before you open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. He takes his long slender fingers and slides them right in slowly but he pushes them as far as he can before you let out a light gag. He shifts his body to stand between your legs as he pumps his fingers in and out of your open mouth.

“I bet you’d look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” You close your mouth around his fingers to let out a moan and begin to suck. He pulls his now shiny slick fingers out of your mouth and moves them to between your legs. Thank god you wore a skirt, now he has easy access.moving your panties to the side he runs his fingers against your slit as you wince from the sensitivity. “You’re already so wet for me. If I would have known you were a nerdy little slut I would have done this ages ago.” He says slipping a finger into your sopping wet hole and you let out a hushed moan. His free hand came up to your shirt, lifting it up over your tits, and begins to suck at your nipples.

Your can’t help the small moans escaping as he adds anything finger. “Look at you. You’re leaking all over my desk. Does it feel that good? No one’s ever touched you like this have they nerd?” Your cheeks are red. You can’t even muster up a response to the pure filth leaving his lips that are only adding to the pressure building in your core. Suddenly he’s pulling out his fingers and getting on his knees. He’s grabbing your ankles and placing the heels of your feet on the desk. Spreading your legs, leaving your pussy on full display.

“Such a pretty pussy, all spread open for me. You gonna cum all over my face for me?” He says teasingly while he rubs at your clit with his thumb. You nod your head as you look down to try and meet his gaze. His eyes are locked on your pussy like he’s looking at the Mona Lisa. “Please Satoru” you whine with impatience as he continues to rub slow circles on your clit. He stops his motion to place both of his hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs even farther while leaning in to leave sloppy kisses on your pussy.

All the air in your lungs leave as soon as he looks up at you and he focuses his attention on your clit, flicking his tongue and sucking. “Ah~ Fuck Satoru just like that.” Your moans have gotten harder to hold back. You pull one of your hand to cover your mouth while using the other arm to support your weight. He slaps your thigh and you yelp. “Let me hear you. Wanna know how good I’m making this pussy feel. Tastes so good f’me baby” he says while going back to leaving the sloppiest open mouth knees on your clit. He’s basically making out with your pussy but his tongue is rubbing you in all the right places.

You’re so close to cumming. You’ve removed the hand that was covering your mouth to the back of his head to grind yourself on his tongue. You feel he let out a laugh against your clit. Your thighs begin to shake as you throw your head back and let out a guttural moan once the heat in your stomach finally over flows. Panting as you’re riding through your orgasm, he slows his pace and pulls away to look at you. “Good girl”

He stands up from between your thighs and you pull him in for another sloppy kiss as slips his cock out from his sweatpants and smacks it against your clit. You wince from the sensitivity but pull awash to look down and you notice his length. It’s got the prettiest bubblegum pink tip but your vid’s my nervous. “You afraid to take some dick nerd? I know it’ll fit.” He says teasing.

You take the opportunity to kick him in his chest lightly to back him up to the end of the bed. Once you get up you leave your tight shirt on, but pulled over your titties, and your skirt , but remove your panties. You push Satoru to fall on backwards in the bed. The teasing was too much. Plus you knew you had good pussy so why not show out a little bit. You slowly crawl on top of him until your wet push lips are grinding on his hard cock under you. His hands are on your waist guiding your hips until you slowly lift your hips off of his to line him up with your wet entrance and drop on his length all at once. The sting wasn’t unbearable but it made you take your time at first.

After you feel yourself adjusted somewhat to his length you start to grind yourself on him. His little whines of anticipation and his cute pout as he pants looking up at you. “Aww you look so pretty like this. Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll ride you.” He huffs. “P-please ride me. You’re so fuck-ing tight baby.” You lift your hips up slowly and drop them down just a little faster. Simultaneous moans fall from both of your lips as you set a pace. Satoru’s eyes were fixated on your titties bouncing so you decided to give him a better view. You take your hand off his chest and start to rub at your nipples. He lets out the sluttiest groan, clearly happy with the improved view, and moves his hands to your waist. He plants his feet on the bed and starts to thrust upward into you matching your pace. “S-Satoru feels so good.” “I know it Ah~ does nerd. Your creaming all around my Fuck~ my cock.” He says as he pounds into you. You eventually slump forward from the harsh thrusts. He takes this as his sign to flip you over, fold you in half, and fuck you like he hates you.

“Greedy little pussy s’just sucking me right in huh? You like it? You like seducing your students, nerd?” Your pussy was clenching around his cock and you knew you were close again. “Fuuuuck I’m gonna cum S’toru” “Go on and cum. You’re gonna clean me up after anyways you little slut.” And that was the final straw. “Fuckfuckfuck Satoru yes” You let out a loud moan as you convulsed on his cock. He kept pounding into you while you rode through your high once more.

Suddenly he’s got a handful of your hair pulling you to get on your hands and knees. Facing the end of the bed. Pulling you in front of his giant, glistening, angry pinked tip cock. “Clean your mess.” He says looking down at you with a giant smirk. You immediately get to work. Licking all over his pelvis area, the tops of his thighs, even some parts of his v line before getting to his cock.

Leaving open mouthed kisses all over his cock while he was so close was a dangerous game. He tightened the grip he had on the back of your hair. “Open your mouth.” He demanded again and you obliged again. Only for him to shove his cock all the way down your throat. He set a steady and rough pace as he fucked your throat. Throwing his head back while he let out the prettiest grunts. Your gagging and tears were only fueling him further as you look up at him. “Gonna cum down your throat ok? Gotta swallow it all like a good girl.” He said and you hum in agreement around his back as his pace turns brutal. He’s using your throat like a flesh light. A few more thrusts and he releases his hot cum into your mouth and thrusts it down your throat.

After swallowing it all you look up at Satoru who is leaning down to give you a kiss. It’s full of passion. Both letting out moans into the kiss he bring your body up to your knees so he can lay you down on the bed. Once you’re laid back on his pillows, he collapses directly on top of you with a dramatic groan. You laugh unsure of what to say. You take your hand and start running your fingers through his white locks. He wraps his arms around your waist as he keeps his head on your lower stomach.

“Hey are you free tomorrow? I got a math test coming up and I don’t wanna fail.”

You can feel his grin against your tummy as you roll your eyes, even though you probably won’t be leaving this bed until the morning.

A/N: hopefully y’all like this since y’all asked for it💕

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wayward-dreamer · 5 months

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Slow Night

Square/s Filled: FREE @anyfandomgoesbingo | Pet names @anyfandomkinkbingo

Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2,262

Summary: A slow night at Family Video has Steve and Y/N face the reality of how they feel about each other.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving)

A/N: My first Steve fic which wouldn't have been my first if it hadn't taken me so long to write lol. Hope you all enjoy it! Thanks to my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for looking over this for me! <3

Lashings of rain beat down on the cars in the parking lot, some of the downpour hitting the windows of the building as it ran off the thin shelter above the store. Wednesday was already a slow night for Family Video, and the rain was an added factor on that particular night. Y/N leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed as she grimaced at the weather outside, hoping that the rain would cease, and the last two hours of her shift would take a turn for the better. Another customer or two and they would make a good enough profit for the day, despite it being their least busy.

With a glance behind her, she took a deep breath as she watched her co-worker for the evening push the cart of VHS tapes down the aisle, stacking them back on the shelves. Steve Harrington. Yet another reason she wanted a few more customers to come in, so she didn’t have to be completely alone with him. It wasn’t because she didn’t like him, but because she did. A little too much maybe.

He had joined the team along with Robin about 5 months ago, and while Keith hadn’t been thrilled about Steve as a new addition, she definitely was. Or at least she had been at the time. The crush settled in pretty quickly, and she had hoped that he would notice, but he hadn’t. So, she did what she did best, pushed down her feelings and ignored the ache in her heart.

“Alright, I’ve put back every single tape that was in the office,” Steve informed as he took the same position as her against the counter, “can’t we just call it a night? I really don’t think anyone’s braving the rain.”

“You’re already on Keith’s bad side, do you really wanna mess with that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought you had my back with him,” he countered, turning to face her as he placed his hands on hips, his eyes locked on hers.

“I mean, I usually do. But see, if I let you leave early and Keith asks, I’m gonna have to cover for your ass… and I just risk my own this time, Stevie,” she teased, a smirk pulling at her lips as she turned to him.

“Okay, well… then we just cover each other’s asses,” he suggested, leaning his elbow on the counter as he continued to face her.

She chortled, staring up at him before she shook her head, stepping away from him. “That’s some idea, Steve Harrington.”

“See, you’re being sarcastic but I really think there’s something to it-” he started to explain himself, but stopped as she grabbed his hand and dragged him behind her.

“I bet there is, but how ‘bout you help me sort the posters that came in this morning,” she interjected, pulling him into the back office.

Y/N walked into the room with Steve in tow, the desk covered with rolled up posters for the movies that they would have available at Family Video. She dropped his arm as she stood in front of the table, shuffling the pile in half as she moved one set closer to him.

“Alright, let’s open them and see what we got, then we can decide which ones go where,” she instructed, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, quickly getting started.

They took several minutes as they unrolled all the posters, seeing what they had and where in the store they were going to put them up. Y/N took the ones that they weren’t going to use and put them aside, keeping the ten that they were going to put up open with paperweights.

“I think we should put these four in the window,” she stated, pointing them out. “And these six inside, two on each wall.”

“Okay,” Steve said, removing the weights and picking up the first poster.

Y/N yelped as the corner of the paper nicked the top of her finger, causing her to flinch and pull her hand back. She looked down, trying to see if the skin had broken and if there was any blood.

“Oh shit, s-sorry,” he stuttered, moving over to her and quickly taking her hand in his. “You okay?”

She gulped, the feeling of his skin against hers having more of an effect on her than the paper. “Y-Yeah. No blood. I’m good.”

“Good,” he muttered, as he gave her a once over. “Those papercuts can be nasty.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, looking down at their hands.

Steve’s thumb brushed over her knuckles as their hands remained locked, neither of them pulling away. Her mind was reeling, and she knew she should’ve moved away from him but she couldn’t bring herself to. His fingers pressed against hers, feeling how soft her skin was. She didn’t even know that he felt the same way, and he had since the moment they met on his first day of work. It was as fast as a bullet, and he had only felt like that once before. Nancy Wheeler, second semester senior year. It was different to Nancy, though, and he knew that was a good thing but he was too scared that he would get burned like he had previously.

But he had to start letting that go.

Steve leaned in slowly, the gasp leaving her before he pressed his lips to hers making him smile a little as they kissed. It was soft, gentle, amazing. Along with that, it was far too brief as Y/N pulled away first, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I-I shouldn’t have done that-” he began to apologize, thinking that he misread the moment, but she stopped him by shaking her head, tugging on his green work vest.

“No,” she breathed, her lips pulling up into a smile. “I’m just surprised. I liked it, though.”

“Me too,” he added, smirking. “I like you, Y/N. So much.”

She huffed in disbelief, a small giggle escaping her. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” he replied, before dipping his head once more.

She met him halfway, their lips moving against each other’s in a passionate kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pushed herself closer to him, his hands sliding down her back and onto her hips. He shifted her backwards towards the desk, his right hand leaving her and swiping the posters off the surface, sitting her down on top. Her legs wrapped around him as she reached for his work vest, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall on the floor. Their lips continued to move sensually as her hands slid down his chest, tugging at his shirt that was tucked into his jeans, but he stopped her, his fingers clasping hers.

“We shouldn’t do it like this,” he stated, softly once he pulled away. “I mean, I should at least take you on a date first, right?”

She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes. “You should… but not right now.”

He smirked, leaning in once more and kissing her, with as much passion as when their lips first touched. When she reached for his shirt again, he didn’t stop her, briefly pulling away to let her take it off him. She gasped softly as her hands slid down his soft, alabaster skin, feeling the ripple of his muscles. Their mouths met again as he pushed her Family Video jacket off her shoulders, her arms moving back to let it slip down and onto the floor. The kiss became heated just as her movements became frantic, not wanting to waste any more time. She laid back on the desk and pulled him close once he leaned over her. His lips left gentle pecks along her jaw and neck, his fingers plucking the buttons of her shirt open and exposing her white lace bra and more of her skin to pay attention to.

“Steve,” she breathed, her fingers combing through his incredible locks as he drifted down her body. “I-I”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he muttered, leaving a kiss over her ribcage just as his eyes glanced up at her.

She gulped as she looked back at him, the glint in his eyes and the way she had always wished to hear him call her ‘baby’ being too much for her in that moment. She couldn’t think straight.

“I n-need, need your mouth,” she gasped, feeling his lips brush over her skin in the most delicious way possible.

“Here?” he asked as he placed a soft kiss to her stomach.

She groaned slightly. “L-Lower.”

“Oh,” he smirked, slowly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down sensually. He nipped at the flesh over her hip, a low chuckle leaving him as she jumped. “There?”

“Steve, please,” she whimpered, tugging lightly at his hair. “Don’t tease me anymore, please…”

He laughed again as he continued to remove the denim along with her panties, throwing them on the floor. He didn’t bother to remove her sneakers as he was far too impatient to get his mouth on her. He felt his cock swell, straining against his jeans but he wanted to pay attention to her first. He really did like her, and if he couldn’t take her on a first date before doing this, then he at least had to show her he cared in other ways. Y/N’s head tilted back and scraped lightly against the desk, a loud moan escaping her as his tongue licked a long stripe against her sex. Her calves rested on his shoulders as he shifted closer to her, his skilled muscle continuing to move over her folds. He groaned at the taste of her arousal as it met his tongue, the sounds vibrating against her and making her fingers clench in his luscious locks.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. “Steve, that feels so good.”

He pulled away briefly, kissing her inner thigh as he peered up at her. “You taste so good, honey. Wanna feel you cum on my tongue. You can do that for me, can’t you, baby?”

“Y-Yeah,” she stuttered, glancing down at him.

Steve continued his ministrations, bringing her the most euphoric feeling she had ever experienced as his tongue moved to her clit, running circles around it as he grabbed her hips tight in his hands. She pushed herself up one elbow, moaning as she bit her lip, watching the way he pleasured her. He picked up the pace, causing her to throw her head back with a lustful whimper, her hips rocking against him, grinding against his mouth.

“Fuck, yes, oh, Steve,” she moaned, wantonly. She held him in place by gripping his hair, wanting to get him as close as possible and hoping he didn’t pull away. “Oh god, r-right there…”

He alternated between paying attention to the bundle of nerves and her folds, moving his tongue faster. Short puffs of air left her as she became overwhelmed by what she was feeling, while he was like a man starved, relentless with his talented muscle as he brought her closer to the edge. She felt her core tighten and she knew she was close, her pelvis continuing to grind against him as she chased her release.

“Oh god, S-Steve, I-I’m close,” she cried out, her hands so tight in his hair she feared she’d pull out a few of those precious strands.

“Cum for me, honey, wanna feel it,” he muttered against her sex as he pulled away slightly, before he picked up where he left off.

She felt the pressure build up as waves of pleasure washed over her, and it was only a matter of moments before she fell over the edge, her arousal covering his tongue and mouth. He grunted against her as he lapped at everything she had to give him, making her shiver with a small moan leaving her. She breathed heavily as she giggled, her fingers combing his hair back while he shifted away slightly, their eyes meeting.

“That was…” she started, biting her lip to keep herself from grinning. She couldn’t stop herself though. “I think I saw stars.”

“Well, that was the goal,” he said, standing up between her legs, bringing them around his waist.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his moved around her, pulling her close as they kissed, passionately. She moaned at the taste of herself on his lips, her arousal growing as they continued their embrace. They were too caught up in their need for each other to hear the bell above the entrance to the store ring.

“Hello? Anyone here?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she ripped her mouth away from Steve’s, pushing him away and getting off the desk, picking up her jeans. He took his vest and put it on, as he was more decent than her at that point.

“You get ready, I’ll handle this,” he promised, kissing her cheek.

“Thank you,” she blushed. She loved how sweet he was and she couldn’t wait to see where things went with them.

He tucked his shirt back in, wiped his mouth and fixed his vest, looking her over once more and winking. She was amazing and he couldn’t believe that he finally got to be with her, but he was going to make sure he earned that. With one last look between them, he walked out of the office, clicking his fingers as he shook his head, smiling.

“So much for going home early.”

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oddballwriter · 7 months

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"So I Went Out with This Guy"

Summary: You and Steven met on a dating app and went out on a date. It seemed nice by Steven is having doubts on if he did good or not after getting back home. It's by chance that he just happens to get his answer to his concerns placed at his lap.

Warnings: It's mentioned that reader thought that Steven was going to ask to hook up, but that doesn't happen. Steven being a nervous man. Marc and Jake are there but they are honesty acting more as Steven's thoughts and play as no actual role in this. The reader is meant to be gender neutral, no mention of gender and pronouns used for them is they/them.

Author’s Snip: This was inspired off of my scrolling through my insta reels and coming across a video of a girl talking about a date she just had.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

"I'm not sure how well that went." Steven muttered to himself after walking through his flat's door and locking it behind him. "What's the matter? Didn't you say they were attractive?" Marc asked from the fold-in mirror. "They are. But- I don't know, I feel like the ending was a bit off." Steven explained as he walked over to the mirror to ponder with his headmate better, pausing for a moment at the last word to find the right word to use.

"Was it weird for me to ask them to come to my place on the first date? It sounded better when I thought about it. They said they admired my interests. I figured that it would be nice to have them come and see all my things." Steven anxiously rambled. "It was kind of forward." Marc admitted.

"Maybe they thought something was going to go on." Jake budded in in the reflection of the other side mirror. "What do you mean 'something'? We talked about my interests. That's something, isn't it?" Steven questioned. "No, no. You know, like, something was going to go on here." Jake hinted more clearly. Steven scoffed at the idea.

"Oh, Jake! Get your mind out of the gutter, will you? I would never do that! I wouldn't be such a brute that I'd try and have sex with someone on the first date!" Steven scolded. "Listen, I'm not saying that you would. But the dating scene isn't as great as you might be. Maybe they've seen enough first dates that that's something they expected you to ask for." Jake defended, "Maybe they were just waiting for the ball to drop.".

"Maybe..." Steven pondered. "Should I text them that I'm sorry if I made them uncomfortable?" he asked. "No. No, Steven. That would make it weirder." Marc suggested, "I mean what are you even going to say? "Sorry I didn't ask to have sex with you"? That sounds weird and out of no where." Marc questioned, bringing up a good point.

Steven sighed. He knew that the first date always felt off every once in a while. But he wasn't used to actually getting to have a first date so he just did what he knew and thought was good. And maybe it wasn't that bad to have you over and see his place since you had an interest in hearing about his hobbies and interests in Egyptian mythology. In all honesty, he liked you. He thought you were lovely and had a great personality, and would like to see you more. But that was him. For all he knew you could have decided that he just wasn't it for you.

It was a lot later in the night. Steven was on his phone scrolling through his only social media feed, which he only had because he wanted to see dumb memes and posts about his little interests. But at some point he came across a video.

It was a post you had made a few hours ago in which you were talking while doing what must have been your nightly routine before bed, starting right off the bat saying "So I went out with this guy," and continued from there.

"We matched on a dating app and had talked for a bit before setting up the actual date. I did see his whole profile for a bit when he came up and he seemed like a really cute guy, but I didn't really know anything more about him than what was there. We just messaged hi to each other and then I asked him when he was free." you explained. "So, we went to this cute little vegan place, cause he was vegan, and it was... nice." you say, with a pause between your last words. "Okay, that sounded like it wasn't. It was. It was really nice. The food was good. He was really sweet. But he was nervous, I could tell, even though he was trying not to be. He mentioned that he didn't go on dates a lot so maybe that's why." you clarify. "He was super sweet, though. He pulled out the chair for me and complimented me. Which I know is the bare minimum, but there was something about it that just..." you remark, doing a little fluttering gesture with your fingers where your stomach was.

"So while we, of course, talked while waiting for the waiter to come, wait for our food, and while having dinner about our hobbies and what we did. And we got on the topics of interests and I tell him mine. But, guys," you spoke before continuing.

"Okay so I asked him about any of his interests and he kind of goes on a tangent about his love for Egyptology and Egyptian mythos. And, listen, when a man starts going on a tangent and takes up most of the date time talking about said thing, I usually just nod along and hope that they stop and move on. But with him I actually listened because he just sounded so enthusiastic about it instead of the whole bragging attitude that most guys have." you explain. "But no. he was actually a really good talker with it and only really changed the subject when the waiter came back with our food and he decided to change the subject to something else since he'd been talking for a while." you praise.

You go on for a bit, just describing the whole date with little intervals where you would make a comment or remark. It felt a bit strange just seeing you talk about the date you were just on with him since you were sort of airing out what you thought and felt. Not really nitpicking. It seemed my like you were recording and posting just to be able to talk about it as you do all your routine.

"Now, you guys might judge me for this because I've mentioned before that I don't do hook ups on first dates. But at one point when we're waiting for the waiter to come back after we've paid the bill he asks, kind of out of no where, if I want to go to his place to see his collection of Egyptology stuff. Now, he didn't imply anything but I've had enough first dates with a handful of guys to know that when they ask you to come to their place, it's usually because they want some." you explain. "And I thought to myself, in that moment, am I down for it if it leads to that? And the answer was sure, if he wanted to." you defend.

So there was the answer. You were expecting him to try his cards at getting lucky tonight. But it did relieve him that you didn't actually feel pressured into doing it if he had and had come to the decision on your own consent beforehand.

"But no. He was nice and gentlemanly. He made me a cup of tea which was really sweet of him. And then after a while I left, and he actually waited outside with me for my ride, which, again, very gentlemanly of him. So..." you continue.

"I might text him and ask if he'd like to have a second date." you conclude.

"Let's go, hermano! You're all cleared for a second date!" Jake cheered in the back of their collective head. "Oh, thank goodness." Steven sighed in relief, "I thought I weirded them out too much." he commented.

"The only actual weird thing that happened," you voice in the video breaks through, causing everyone to stop their excitement. "...Was that when I ordered lentil soup as an appetizer for myself and my actual meal, he gave me this weird glance but stopped a literal second after he did it." you finish.

"I don't know what he has against bean soups but I guess if me and him become a thing I'll figure that out."

#moon knight #moonknight #moonknight x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant

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bluewasthecolor · 9 months

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The Worthwhile Fight

Word Count: 2450

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry this has taken so long! Hopefully the WC inspires me to write more - I have a few WIPs that should be up in the next couple of weeks, fingers crossed. As always please let me know what you think and send any requests my way!

We are alone with our changing minds

We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time

“Like I told you, I don’t know if I can risk getting hurt like that again. But I also don’t know that I can avoid all the pain by not doing this. It might hurt just as much to walk away from this. So here’s what I’m thinking: we try again.” You’ve been trying to stay neutral as Alexia’s talking, but at this you can’t help the smile that emerges on your face. “Hang on, I’m not done. We try again, but we take it slow. We have to start over completely otherwise I’m afraid we’ll fall back into our old patterns.”

Your smile falters slightly and you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. Apparently you’d started holding it at some point.

“So like…what does that mean exactly?” You ask, confused by what Alexia is suggesting.

“Well, to start, you have to ask me out. I asked you out last time, so it’s only fair. And then we can go from there.”

“Alright then. Ale, would you like to go on a date with me?” You ask, scooching closer to her in an unsubtle attempt to grab her hand. Alexia, however, pulls it away smirking.

“Hmmm…” She pretends to think and you smack her arm, unimpressed by her teasing. “I would love to. Are you free this Saturday?” “I have to wait until then?” You pout for a moment before she nods. “I suppose I’m free on Saturday. Does that mean I have to leave now?”

“Yep. Get out.” Alexia’s tone is light so you know she’s kidding, but you’re still wary of overstaying your welcome. You rise immediately and Alexia trails you to the door as she has so many times prior. This time, however, it’s not after a fight but also not after a date. You’re leaving her place not as her girlfriend, not as her ex, but as someone new.

You come around and the armor falls

Pierce the room like a cannonball

From the minute Alexia opens the door, you’re fucked. You’d intended to play it cool tonight, not show too much of your hand (although your confession of love had given quite a bit away), but as soon as you see Alexia in that dress it’s all over. You have no chance at all and, by the look on her face, the Spaniard knows it.

“I–you look–wow.” You stammer, suddenly finding yourself incapable of forming a full sentence. Alexia simply smiles and takes your hand. As she leads you out onto the street and you begin your walk to the restaurant, you become lost in thought about how different this feels from the last time. You’re nervous, which is surprising considering you weren’t on your last first date, but you also know Alexia so much better this time. You know that she’ll likely want to go dancing after dinner and that if you skip dessert at the restaurant she’ll take you to her favorite gelato place. Just like Alexia knows that you’re probably going to kiss her when you drop her off (but you’ll refuse to go inside) and that you’ll finish your gelato in a millisecond and then try to steal hers.

When you arrive at the restaurant, you’re led to a small table in a secluded corner of the room, just as you’d requested. As you settle yourselves in your seats and begin to look over the menus, you can’t help but stare at Alexia. She’s radiant–she’s always radiant–but there’s something different tonight. The fatigue that’s been evident in her expression for the past few months, the fatigue that you know you caused, has started to fade.

“What?” She asks, smiling at you from across the table. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No, no sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” You reach across the table to grab her hand. “I’m just so grateful that you agreed to do this with me.”

As your evening continues, you feel yourself relaxing more. Alexia is still Alexia, despite everything in your past. She still has the ability to make you feel as though nothing else in the world matters, as if you can let everything else go when you’re with her and know that everything will turn out alright. When she smiles at you and her eyes crinkle just so, you feel yourself begin to forget all of your worries.

When dinner is over, just as you expected, Alexia grabs your hand and leads you to find gelato. When you’ve gotten your cones you sit on a bench outside, admiring the views of Barcelona at night. When you finish eating, neither of you makes a move to leave. You rest your head on her shoulder, she intertwines her hand with yours, and everything feels how it should.

As your night winds down and you find yourselves back where you started, at Alexia’s apartment, you let Alexia lead the way to her front door. When she goes to reach for her keys, however, you snake your arms around her waist and spin her so that her back is against the door. Her arms loop around your neck and you press your forehead to hers. For a moment you pause there, eyes closed, not wanting to break the spell. But then Alexia’s arms are tightening around your neck and she’s pulling you impossibly closer for a kiss that changes everything. It’s not your first, nor your last, but it signifies a change in your relationship. For the first time, neither of you is fighting for control or pushing it beyond a kiss. You’re content to just let it be.

We learn to live with the pain

Mosaic broken hearts

But this love is brave and wild

Two weeks later and everything is going better than you expected–it’s not easy by any means and it feels awkward at times, but it’s also so good. You quickly fall back into a rhythm with Alexia. Date night is on Wednesday, but you have dinner almost every night together at one of your places. One such night, you’ve ended up at Alexia’s flat and are sitting at the table together having just finished dinner. It’s getting late and you know you’ll have to excuse yourself soon. You’ve decided sleepovers are off the table for now, in light of the whole ‘starting over’ situation. That’s not to say you hadn’t found time for sex (you most definitely have) but you never wake up together.

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” The Spaniard pulls you out of your thinking. When you look up at her, she has a smirk on her face and you can tell that she’s desperately trying to prolong your visit.

“It’s getting late, Ale. I’ve gotta get going.” Unimpressed by her efforts, you rise from your seat and begin to walk towards the door. Instead of following you like she usually does, Alexia reaches out and grabs your wrist.

“Stay.” Surprised, you look down at her. Her eyes are sincere and you can tell she really means it, but for whatever reason you still feel the need to protest.

“I don’t have a toothbrush or a change of clothes or anything.” “I have an extra toothbrush and you can wear some of my clothes to bed. Tomorrow is our day off so you don’t have to be anywhere early. Next argument.” Alexia quickly shuts down your excuses and pulls you to sit on her lap.

“Look, Ale.” You cup her hand with your face. “I don’t want to mess this up. We’ve been doing so well and I don’t want to take the chance that I might ruin us again. So if this isn’t really what you want, if you want me to go home–” Alexia cuts your rambling off with a kiss. When she pulls away, she looks up at you sincerely.

“Y/N. I know this is scary, but if we don’t do new things we can’t move forward. I’m sure about this and I’m not gonna pressure you, but if you want to spend the night I’d be more than thrilled to have you.” She presses a kiss to your cheek and you nod, standing before helping her to her feet.

The Spaniard leads you to her bedroom and passes you a t-shirt. It’s always been one of your favorites of hers to wear: soft and worn from years of use. You brush your teeth together, crawl into bed together, and when you fall asleep that night, it’s in each other’s arms for the first time in months.

The following morning you extricate yourself from Alexia’s arms slowly, careful not to wake your sleeping girlfriend. You pad slowly to her kitchen and start a pot of coffee before settling yourself on her balcony to watch the city wake up. You’ve always been an early riser, while Alexia is more of a night owl. She says she likes the feeling that she’s the last one awake in the world, a feeling that you’ve hated since you were a kid. You like the earliest hours of the day because it always feels like a fresh start. The previous day’s troubles can be forgotten and you have a clean slate.

When the coffee is brewed you return inside and pour two mugs before tiptoeing back into Alexia’s bedroom. You place the mugs on her bedside table and crawl back into bed with her, rubbing her back softly. She stirs slightly, groaning and rolling over.

“Time to get up, my love.” You murmur, continuing to rub her back. “I made coffee.”

She rolls over, opening her eyes slowly.You pass her a cup of coffee as she sits up and she smiles gratefully at you. You know how important the ritual of morning coffee is to your girlfriend and you revel in the opportunity to take part in it. It’s a simple pleasure but the simplicity of it all is what attracts you to it. Her constant gratitude for the smallest moments in her life is one of your favorite qualities and this routine is one of your favorite ways to witness that appreciation. This morning, however, doubt accompanies your usual contentment and Alexia is quick to notice.

“You’re quieter than usual this morning,” She says, nudging you. “Is everything alright, amor?”

“Yes, yes, everything’s good. I’m just—are you sure about this?”

“This…” The midfielder looks at you, perplexed. You gesture between the two of you, hoping to demonstrate your meaning. It works and her expression quickly shifts from confusion to concern. “You mean us? Of course I am. Where’s this coming from?” “It’s like I told you last night, I’m just so afraid to mess everything up. Ingrid told me how bad things were last time and I couldn’t bear to let it happen again. Aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you?” “Y/N. Look at me.” She twists so that the two of you are facing each other fully. “If I were afraid, I wouldn't be this all in. I’d be running and hiding and trying to keep you at an arm’s length. Need I remind you that I asked you to stay the night? I wouldn’t have done that if I thought you were going to hurt me again.”

You nod, comforted by her words. She does have a point, you suppose, although you’re still not entirely convinced. Only time will tell what will truly happen.

Love is a ruthless game

Unless you play it good and right

Something has to change. She knows it and you know it, but neither of you is willing to admit it. You’ve reached a point of stagnation in your relationship and it’s causing things to fall apart. First it was the weekly date nights. Those quickly morphed into the dinners you share most other nights—nice, but not particularly special as was the intention behind the dates. Next to go was the morning coffee ritual. You both found yourselves rushing in the morning, unable to find time to enjoy each other’s company. You’re dreading to see what changes next and this fear is what forces you to confront Alexia.

It’s after training one night that you finally muster up the courage to have a conversation. You wait until you’re both showered and have eaten, and sit the Spaniard down at the table with you, a serious look on your face.

“We’re not going anywhere, Ale. Everything’s been the same for the past six months. We both know it, we’ve both seen it affect our relationship. We have to make some sort of progress.” “I know. I know, mi amor, we’ve just been busy.” Alexia sighs, reaching across the table to take your hand. “I’ll be better. We’ll be better. We can have our date nights again and wake up earlier. We can make this work.” “No.” You shake your head and your girlfriend’s face falls. “I think we need to make a bigger change than that. I think we should move in together.”

After three months of living together, you’re pretty convinced you know everything there is to know about Alexia Putellas. Her quirks, her superstitions, how she takes her tea–you know it all. Today, you’re putting that theory to the test.

“Alright, here’s how it’s going to work, you two.” The social media manager announces. “This is captain vs captain in a head to head trivia battle. The twist? All of the questions are about the other captain. Y/N, let’s start with you. When Alexia wakes up in the morning, what is the first thing she has to do?”

“Please,” You scoff, hurrying to write on your white board. “If all the questions are this easy there’s no way I’m losing.”

The video continues like this, each of you taking turns answering questions about the other, and eventually you’ve both gotten every question right. When the camera crew clears out, Alexia turns to you.

“Looks like we’re even, huh? We know everything about one another.”

“I guess so. But there’s one thing you don’t know about me.” You can see Alexia’s face morph into confusion at the last part of your sentence, and you take advantage of the distraction to reach into your pocket. It takes her a moment, but when she realizes what you’re holding her breath catches.

“Alexia Putellas. I have loved you since the day I met you. We’ve been through everything together and I wouldn’t change that for the world. You show me every day what I’m capable of and you prove to me time and time again that our love is worth fighting for. Will you marry me?”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader

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filmofhybe · 7 months

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Smallest among Millions - Jake Sim - PT1

synopsis : you know you aren’t well known in your company, but when your company is having a celebration of their 50th anniversary, you went all out, coming out of your comfort zone. Causing your boss - Jake, to admire you more than just you in the office building.

Pairing : jake sim x fem! Reader

genre : Boss x employee AU! , fluff

word count : 815

a/n: listen I know this boss x employee typa story is so overused but I really like these type of story and Jake would fit the boss role sm so yuh🤭 and I’ll be posting part 2 soon! Also my requests is now open! Feel free to drop your ideas and confessions, maybe even some enha pics🫶

part 1 | part 2

“Oh y/n, since you’re still finishing off those papers, maybe you should finish them for me as well. Thank you so much. I will see you tomorrow!” One of your colleague said, as she places another stack of paper onto your desk before walking out. You sighed, staring at the almost finished stack of paper in front of you. Well not anymore because now you have another stack.

And that’s your life, you were always doing your colleague leftover work. It was because you’re too nice to say no. And because they know you’re the smallest among millions of them. Of course, if you have a lower status than your them so you will automatically take over their leftover work as a sign of respect. Don’t want to lose the job now do we?

You continue finishing off their work before handing it to your boss - Jake Sim. Jake was the boss every women in the company falls for, imaging themselves having a little office love with him. Greeting him politely with their hands on their chest if he passes them. Sometimes even messing up their work just to enjoy the little scolding from him. (But ending up throwing you their work to finish off.) But to you, he was just a normal man. A normal business man that’s trying to get all his employees to perfect their work. And you were always the one who perfects it, which makes him admire you.

“Y/N, you should know how much I want to promote you. But if I do, my department will fall apart, I hope you don’t mind staying here a bit longer.” Jake exclaimed while maintaining eye contact with you. You shock your head suggesting you don’t mind staying in the department longer. His eyes lit up from your answer before handing you back the stack of paper.

“You should come to the party tomorrow. I hope to see you there so I can tell others how good you are at working with me.” He smiled sweetly to you. “I’ll think about it sir.” “Is Jake to you, y/n.” He noted you before sending you off. You grabbed your bag as you left the now dim office. So ready for the weekend. And also the party.

“Mimi I really don't know what to wear.” You particularly yelled into your phone. The day of the party is probably 9 hours before you have to arrive at the exact venue.

“Right so stop stressing out, what about that white dress with sparkly heels? How does that sound?” Mimi asked, hoping to finally get your approval.

“Are you insane? I’m not getting married.” At this point, you want to rip all your hair out from stress. Staring at your closet blankly.

“Oh my god how about that black long dress, with a split hem and black heels. Is the most classic thing on earth. And I know you will devour that fit so hard!” You can tell she threw her hands into the air as she said the last line. So you took out the dress she described and some black heels you spent your whole savings on. The dress fit you so perfectly, it clings to your curves and the heels gave you some height, making you look tall and confident.

You walked into the hotel, thanking the security for holding the door for you. You held onto your purse tightly trying to find the venue.Realizing it was on the top floor, you pressed the elevator button that would take you there. As you stepped out of the elevator door. You told the registrar who you were before stepping inside the venue.

It was such a luxury place, with tall ceilings and big chandeliers. Huge windows allow you to look straight down at the city. Small bar on the balcony as well as in the middle of the venue. You grabbed the champion that was offered to you before walking around the place, not realizing how many people had their eyes on how gorgeous and angelic you looked.

“Y/n!” You turned around, breaking your thoughts, realizing it was Jake who called for you. He was surrounded by a lot of people, who’s now staring at you. This was way out of your comfort zone. But nonetheless you walked over because your boss called you.

You smiled at the other people sweetly as you stood beside them. He put his arm around you before introducing you to them.

“This is y/n, one of my best employee, she is the reason our sales are so high.” He took a chance to praise and brag about his amazing employee. The others were super surprised by his comment.

"Jake, not only do you have a good employee, you even have a pretty one.” One of the women said, flashing you a sweet smile. You thanked them for all their compliments.

Jake was really flattered by the amounts of compliments thrown towards you. Because he knows what they said was true. Your beautiful, smart and hardworking. Getting butterflies everytime he sees you walking into his office with his other employees work in your hand, making him fall for you more. But other than that, he is finally relief that you’re comfortable around more people who works in the office.

Part 2 coming soon🫶

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levmada · 4 months

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Hi Kane!

I don't know how I can express how amazing & fascinating your post about Levi's mental health is!

Every aspect of it was really interesting, but regarding his relationship issues/shortcomings specifically, how was he able to become close to Farlan & Isabel in your opinion? Their relationship seems crucial to me for the evolution of his interactions with others later on. The fact that, despite all the trauma & issues he experienced, he could form this first bond since his mother's death (and to some extent since Kenny) probably allowed him to build relationships within the Survey Corps.

I'd love to read your thoughts about it (no pressure though, feel free to ignore my rambling)

this isn’t rambling at all!! since you bring it up, i wish i delved deeper into this. i was too focused on kenny (aka levi’s loneliness and suffering)

i'm kind of worried this turned into a bigger analysis of Levi's character more than psychology, but I think I said most of what I wanted to in the original post. This definitely covers how he bonded with his friends -> why they let him continue to bond with others

*sorry this will be quite a bit of speculation seeing how veryyy little we know about Levi, Farlan, and Isabel's history*

(also, i'm going with the manga's version of events because it's more fleshed out)

I'll reiterate this first:

It’s not that Levi feels as detached as he looks, but he doesn’t know how to express himself or open up.

The Underground’s environment also makes him socially awkward, rude, of course stoic/not very expressive, and blunt. Levi was forced to become extremely observant of people to suss out their intentions, remaining vigilant of his surroundings at all times.

Before anything else, it's easy to confirm Levi met and joined up with Farlan before rescuing Isabel off the streets. Because of Farlan, there came about "Levi's" gang (Farlan seems to run it in all the meaningful ways), which necessitated members, and gave Levi/Farlan the means to help the helpless like Isabel (but more on that later).

Farlan and Levi met when Farlan approached him in order to rough him up, and if he was any good at defending himself, he'd have him join his gang. Levi of course cleared all of his attackers, which stunned Farlan. He would do anything to get him to join, even though Levi heavily distrusted him now.

So you would think Farlan doesn't have a chance in the world knowing Levi's history with betrayal.

At some point, Farlan's gang turns on him. Likely because, since Farlan couldn't get Levi to join them, he opted to join Levi and asked the others to do the same.

(I loveee that idea, but that aside) This should speak to what Levi desires more than anything at this point in his life: Kenny really didn't abandon him that long ago, and up to now Levi knows nothing but the suffering of the Underground as far as how the world simply is as a whole.

He is suffering for literally no reason. But, it's not because he was lonely he let Farlan in as much as to have a use for his strength, because in Levi's mind, that's his only use. For many years he's acted "selfish", using his strength only for himself and rotting in hopelessness, so it makes sense to be desperate to break free enough for Levi to (as suggested) cave and let Farlan be his companion in short time. Especially as Farlan gave Levi such a huge amount of "praise"—as Kenny would give Levi—by dropping his own gang and wanting to join with him because of that strength.

Farlan is also much more of a leader, whereas Levi is the opposite, which is true throughout all of canon (not that he can't lead of course). He doesn't plan on the level of Hange nor Erwin, only giving suggestions, and spends the vast majority of the time as a soldier fighting and following orders. So Farlan gave him some stability, even if subconsciously.

Looking through the frame of why Levi chose this bond as—assumably but likely—the first since his mother's death and Kenny's abandonment of him, it's quite immature. Levi didn't need Farlan for any practical reason, and he only seemed to be concerned with survival (not garnering support to reach the Surface). Even though Farlan was untrustworthy, Levi was attached to the need to be needed. Farlan shouldn't have cared for Levi as a person yet, nor showed the goodness Levi would be attracted to, but Farlan did "praise" him, and show he was willing to make an enemy out of his friends to join, so Levi was willing to go with him on that basis.

This certainly speaks to Levi's emotional immaturity, and loneliness.

But he now has some reason to have his strength, which is to protect and support his friend, and with Farlan's proposal about gathering other members, supporting and protecting others.

This leads into Isabel's introduction.

Farlan, before going to the Surface, is frustrated that Levi and Isabel only seem concerned with "dragging everyone else down to where they are" (Isabel who wants to kill, seemingly, the people who have hurt her; Levi is skeptical about Farlan's plan to join the Survey Corps and go Aboveground because it seems to good to be true/could put them all in danger). Farlan is empathetic (Levi wouldn't be with him if he wasn't...), but he's too self-interested to propose rescuing children in order to make them stronger as a group.

So, Levi most likely did make that proposal.

I think that Isabel embodies everything good about the world to Levi. She's so earnest, and pure, and hopeful. There are many moments where Levi looks at her fondly, and when he teases her and she gets upset, he makes sure she knows he was joking.

She embodies what the Scouts believe in too, and she comes to believe in their cause first out of the trio.

As such, Levi will go to absolutely any length to protect her. The first thing he did after Isabel came back one night after being attacked was track her attackers down and kill them. I wager Levi really does see her as his little sister, like she does her big brother.

All of this taken into account, it makes sense that Levi shot down Farlan's idea of joining the Survey Corps in the beginning, suddenly asked them to find an excuse not to go on the expedition, and killed Isabel's attackers on the spot—Levi is extremely protective of them both. Not only in preserving their lives, but making sure they're living good lives.

But that said about Isabel, Farlan, and Levi's moonlight chat, it goes differently in the manga (although the character and relationship beats are the same). The main conflict of this scene is that Levi keeps defying Farlan, especially as it has to do with Levi's need to kill Erwin (I think Levi feels the same ferocity about this as killing Zeke, which says a lot about Levi's immaturity of the past compared to his righteous anger later.)

Which reflects none of the humanity Levi feels nor his desire to help others. Levi doesn't process it in that way... but he puts aside his pride, and decides to trust Farlan in hopes of living on the Surface with his friends; he won't kill Erwin, at least for the time being.

At this moment, he trusts his friends. On the expedition when he separates from Isabel and Farlan, he trusts himself.

Levi's trust would go on to be broken, but it's remarkably important that Levi doesn't blame himself for Isabel and Farlan's deaths—like he blamed himself for his mother's, and for Kenny's abandonment of him.

Erwin is the reason for Levi's cycle of hopelessness and desolation was broken. (Not to get too far away from psychology, but :')) He gives Levi a common enemy and reasons to fight against it, and for the sake of others.

As when Levi met Farlan, and Levi joining the Survey Corps, it's the same. This means putting his strength (himself) to use, not just for friends, but for the best cause in Levi's mind, because of his friends.

That is, what the Scouts pursue, freedom, is the greatest "goodness" in the world to Levi. Devoting his heart to make a life outside the Walls, so that no one has to live like he had in the Underground, and making others feel safe. The end goal is sickeningly idealistic, but worth the hearts the Scouts give.

Erwin makes Levi realize that for once it's not himself he has to blame. Farlan gets Levi to recognize the importance and what he has to gain from trusting his comrades. Isabel becomes something of an accidental martyr that gives Levi an even bigger reason to join the Scouts in the first place.

It's certainly not the case that Levi connects with his comrades easily, or with many if at all, but Isabel and Farlan's importance is unquestionable in that.

Most pertinently, as one of the central themes of Levi's character, he internalizes trusting his comrades and trusting in himself. (Levi can't know what the right choice is, but nonetheless...)

#ps Farlan is also the one that tells Levi to “be nice” and talk to Hange lol. it's a small thing but a big push for levi who'd totally been #separating himself from the scouts emotionally at that point but #had his interest piqued when erwin told him how well he fought and how the others will feel safe w him there #on further reflection levi definitely as a praise kink what the fuck #levi aot #snk levi #levi rivaille #rivaille ackerman #rivaille heichou #captain levi #captain levi ackerman #attack on titan levi #aot levi #levi heichou #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman attack on titan #aot meta #attack on titan

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the new one shot is incredible! loved to see them in a different situation that we aren’t used to. I’d like to know how did their parents react when they told them they were expecting knowing they were really young and his professional career just started!

Always Be My Baby

prompt: how harry’s family reacts to the pregnancy announcement

warnings: angst, smut, minors dni 18+

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YN was much more nervous than Harry as they pull up to Anne’s house in their rented car - she was overly excited by their last minute trip up to their little lake house with them.

“Darling, can hear you worrying from here,” Harry chuckles softly as he navigates the unpaved, long twisting driveway back into the heavily forested property.

Since he’d found out she way pregnant, he’d been obsessed with her belly (even more so than before), there wasn’t much to show quite yet - just a little pudge of her lower stomach.

His hand constantly was on it, when they drove, it was one hand on the wheel and the other on her tummy, thumbing at the skin.

“I just- we should have told her we were getting married and now we’re going to drop the bombshell that we’re expecting a baby and we eloped,” YN replies with a quiver in her tone, she loved Anne and Gemma, the last thing she had ever wanted to do was upset them or make them feel excluded.

YN also already knew that Gemma had the tendency to react strongly to news she didn’t like - blunt and unfiltered.

“If they’re angry about it, I’ll take the heat. I’ll always protect you, y’know? You and our bub,” Harry reminds her as he shifts the car into park and leans over the console to give her a firm kiss, “No more worrying, s’not good for our baby, yeah?”

Harry had thrived since the draft, since they moved, and since he found out he was going to be a dad - he was so family-oriented and ready to be the man they needed him to be.

“Harry-“ YN huffs unsettled, feeling a bit like he’s writing her emotions off.

He understands right away, mimicking her pout before murmuring, “Sweetheart, are you happy with the decision we made? Getting married at the courthouse, just you and I?”

YN’s brow furrows in confusion, “Of course, I am. Wouldn’t have wanted to have it any other way than that.”

“Okay, we’ll then at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. We did what is right for us, if they aren’t supportive than that’s on them but I can’t imagine they won’t be. Maybe just a bit surprised,” Harry reasons, his thumb dragging along her bottom lip before he is kissing her once more like he can’t help it.

Anne starts to get suspicious almost instantly, call it a motherly instinct but YN seems a bit flighty and Harry is overcompensating by being way too friendly to Gemma.

When Anne suggests they take a swim in the lake before dinner, YN refuses nearly instantly, and says didn’t feel up to it after the travel.

Gemma catches it when Harry’s hand subconsciously gravitates towards YN’s stomach multiple times before he’s quickly moving it to her hip instead.

As Anne lays out the spread of food, hamburgers and hotdogs from the grill, YN is nearly melted into Harry’s side - trying to get as close as possible.

YN is barely pecking at her pasta salad that Anne made just because she loves it so much usually but obviously not right now.

“Is everything okay?” Anne finally ventures, putting her wine glass down and looking seriously between the two.

“Mum,” Harry cuts in, dropping his hamburger back onto his plate, “YN and I have something we would like to tell you.”

“Oh my goodness, did you propose?” Anne smiles widely, she knows that Harry had been discussing it since after their first date.

“Er, I did,” Harry rubs the back of his neck before taking a deep breathe and spitting it out, “I proposed about two months ago.”

YN feels her heart drop into her stomach already when Anne and Gemma’s face drops.

“We got married two weeks ago,” Harry continues, his voice wavering like it normally never done, his hand squeezing YN’s thigh in an attempt to reassure her.

“You…? I’m so confused, Harry,” Anne replies carefully, trying to keep her expression neutral to hide the shock.

“We’re pregnant,” Harry tells them, “We found out about two months ago, right after we came home from Miami. I proposed and we got married two weeks ago at the city courthouse.”

Anne’s eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, Gemma’s mouth is literally gaped open in blatant shock.

Anne is a good mother though, so she tapers down the hurt from not being included and nearly whispers to YN, “You’re pregnant?”

YN is tearful, nodding as water bubbles in her eyes.

“You’re too young,” Gemma mumbles with a furrowed brow, “What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”

She then tacks on, “S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”

Harry’s heart shatters for his wife when she bursts out in tears at the accusation.

It was untrue, hurtful, disgusting.

“Gemma, enough,” Anne orders with extreme firmness, disappointment lacing her tone because of whatever her daughter had the nerve to say, “You do not get to just sa-“

Harry’s rage is already at a ten, he’s pushing himself away from the table - unbothered when his drink toppled over and spills down Gemma’s shirt.

“The fuckin’ nerve you have,” Harry laughs in disbelief at his normally supportive sister, “How fuckin’ dare you speak to my wife like that.”

If YN wasn’t so distraught she would have basked in the usage of wife but right now she didn’t feel like she could catch a breath.

“We’re leaving,” He announces in a tight, rumbling voice as he helps YN by pulling her chair out and his full instinct right now is to protect his wife and his baby.

“Harry, we can work this out,” Anne interjects, upset and tearful herself, she didn’t want to watch her children come at each other like this, “You were planning on staying for three days.”

“And I’ll find us a hotel,” He argues before he’s giving his sister one more dirty look, he’s handing YN the car keys and murmurs, “Go to the car, I’ll be out in a mo’.”

YN nods, sheepishly giving everyone a wave before quickly leaving the room - they all are silent until the front door closes.

“Listen, I’ve let you talk to me like that for way too long,” Harry tells his sister seriously, “And it’s not going to happen anymore. I will not allow you to talk to my wife like that.”

Gemma scoffs, picking at her nails like she’s unbothered, “Wife? We get it Harry, you’re married. How much did she have to pressure you to propose? Was it before or after she “accidentally” got pregnant”

Harry could tell her how he got down on one knee as soon as she told him that she was pregnant - how much surprise had crossed YN’s face at it.

“Do you not realize it takes two to make a baby, Gemma?” Harry knows he’s raising his voice, “Explain to me how it’s solely her responsibility that she’s pregnant? Because last time I check, she’s pregnant because of me.”

“Enough!” Anne finally shouts, at her wits end with her two children as she slams her hand on the table to stop the argument.

“If you don’t get your fuckin’ head on right, you’re not going to be involved in my child’s life,” Harry tells her, it wasn’t an empty threat, “Because YN and my baby are my top priority now.”

With that, Harry’s turning on his heel, and storming out the front door - making sure it rattles on its hinges as he leaves.

Harry makes his way out to their rented SUV, opening the passenger side door, and pulling YN into the tightest hug he can muster, “I am so sorry, sweet girl.”

YN is sobbing into his chest, her whole body shaking as she tries to be speak, “I di-didn’t purposefully get preg-pregnant. I would never try to trap you.”

Harry knows that YN is trying to talk through it because being accused of that had never even crossed her mind.

“Listen to me,” Harry says seriously, tilting her chin up and meeting her watery eyes, “I never ever thought that. We both knew you weren’t being consistent with your pills that week. I knew there was a chance and if I would have been concerned, I would have wore a condom and I didn’t. You are not the only one responsible for this pregnancy.”

“I just want to go home,” YN replies quietly, glancing towards the floor with sadness and disappointment interwoven between her words.

“I’ll change the flight to tomorrow, we’ll stay in a hotel tonight, and the go home, okay?” Harry reassures her, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “I love you, more than anything. Please forgive me.”

YN’s eyes meet his once again, confused, “Forgive you? You did nothing wrong and your family was right to question me.”

“No, they were not bloody right to question you,” Harry argues softly, hands moving down to cradle her belly, “They had no business asking us about why you got pregnant. Let’s get you to a hotel, just want to run you a nice bath and hold you.”

“I love you,” YN sniffles, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Best husband ever, you know?”

“Now I’ve really got to get you there, you know every time you call me your husband - I get so fucking hard,” He smirks wolfishly, breaking the tension and making his wife giggle.

Harry finds a really nice hotel by the airport, it still is hard to remember that he, well they, have money to stay at places that aren’t just a single room, cheap stay but a top floor with a sitting room, kitchenette, balcony.

He’s easily recognizable and they were more than happy to find him a room despite their sign saying ‘no walk-ins.’

Harry waste no time in dropping their bags and finding the bathroom to begin fill the massive tub with water.

YN trails in, the steam and sweet smell of the vanilla body wash he splashed in to make bubbles, it makes her want to moan with relief from the aches in her body from traveling while pregnant.

“C’mon, show me,” Harry encourages raspily when she trails in but he’s already coming over to help remove her clothes.

He just admires her once she’s bare, looks her up and down, and just groans before his hands and mouth are on her, “Fuckin’ hell, darling. There’s nothing on this earth more beautiful than you all plump and full of my baby.”

“H,” YN whines in return when his lips find her sensitive nipples, they’d gotten so much more since her pregnancy, “Too much,” YN squeaks at one point when he nips with his teeth.

Harry pulls back with a mocking little pout, thumbing over the bud in apology, “S’too much? So sensitive now that you’re carrying my baby, huh?”

“Mm,” She replies noncommittally, her hand coming to push on his shoulder to get him lower and he looks up at her with a cheeky smile.

“What do you want? Can’t give it to you unless you tell me,” Harry teases like a brat, it’s obvious how painfully he’s hard in his tight briefs.

“Harry,” YN responds reproachfully, not in the mood for the teasing as she digs her nails in a bit in warning as she gives him a look.

“Okay, m’sorry,” He coos sweetly, understanding that she’s not in a playful mood as he squats down and murmurs, “Hi bubba, s’your daddy. Being good for your mama in there, hm?”

YN is smiling down at the interaction until her mind flashes back to earlier

“You’re too young.”

“What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”

“S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”

YN feels her stomach lurch before she’s taking a step back from her husband and turning to the toilet to empty her stomach.

“Whoa, sweetheart,” Harry replies in alarm, moving to hold her hair back and a hand coming to massage her shoulder blades, “Breathe, s’okay.”

YN has tears streaming down her cheeks when she flushes and closes the lid, her chest heaving a bit faster than usual.

“It-it’s not okay. I’m the reason your in a bad place with your family. I-I never want to come between you and them,” YN sniffles, allowing Harry to guide her into now full tub with her and make sure she’s sat carefully.

Harry scootches in behind her, letting her lay back against his chest, and his hands instantly come to rest on her belly.

“The look of your m-mum and sister’s face when we told them. They looked devastated, like I’ve just ruined your whole life,” She adds in, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to let herself panic too much.

“Please don’t cry, darling,” Harry begs softly, lips kissing across her shoulder blades, “Don’t listen to them. If they’re not happy for us, it doesn’t matter. We are happy. I want you, I want this baby. I want it more than anything. You don’t know how much I want this. I-I never thought I’d have it.”

Harry was at a frat party, a group of girls flacked around him and his friends but most of them only had eyes for the star of the show.

They were joking about blowjobs of all things, not Harry but the other guys, and all the girls were batting their lashes.

“I’d have no problem taking Harry upstairs and showing off my skills,” A pretty brunette smiles widely at him, her hand coming to squeeze at his bicep.

The group of boys was hooting and hollering at the offer, nudging him with their elbows, and pushing him into the girl who took that as an opportunity to begin kissing his neck.

Logically, Harry knows that he should want this. He knows that he should want to go upstairs and get his rocks off with a pretty girl but he didn’t, he didn’t have any desire to do that.

He was broken.

And when he gently shoves her off and says, “I’m good. Anyone else need another beer?”

Chase, the first base player, makes a offended noise and chuckles, “Are you gay or somethin’ Styles?”

The group laughs.

Everyone except Harry and Niall.

Niall interrupts by saying, “No everyone is a sleaze like you, Chase. Wasn’t your first kiss your cousin?” Before he’s wrapping his arm around Harrys neck and saying, “I could use another Budweiser.”

Harry doesn’t know why he feels like he wants to cry but he does, he manages to escape the party, and go up to his room.

If he can’t let some cute girl into his bed, how’s he every going to find someone to be with and have a family.

Harry wondered whether baseball was all he was ever going to have.

“Don’t you cry too,” YN giggles, bringing Harry back from his flashback, “We can’t both be crying.”

“We can,” Harry chuckles throatily, lips pressing against her neck, “I wished and wished for you and I found you. My soulmate, meant for me, meant to be my wife, and meant to have my babies.”

“You and the bub are the most important thing to me. Just because I’m twenty-one doesn’t mean that I don’t want this. I’ve never been happier, married to you, and I am so in love with our baby we haven’t even met yet.”

YN brings up his hand to kiss his palm then laying it back on her belly, “You’re going to be the best daddy on this earth. I just want your mom and sister to be involved in his life too even if they don’t want to talk to me.”

“If they don’t respect you, they won’t be involved. My mum is just confused but Gemma, I don’t know why she reacted like that. I expected more of her,” Harry murmurs matter-of-fact.

“Babies,” YN repeats from earlier.

“Hmm?” He replies, lost in thought.

“You said I’m meant to have your babies, plural.”

Harry laughs loudly, teeth biting playfully into her skin before his hands are moving up to twist at her nipples, “You’re funny. Don’t act like I won’t want to put more on you after this. Gonna make you a mama, hm? How many kids two, three? As many as you let me give you.”

YN let’s her head drop back against his shoulder when one hand moves down between her thighs, while the other still is pinching and massaging her nipples.

She lets out a satisfied moan when his fingers tuck between her folds and begin to rub at her puffy clit - her legs trying to spread as far as possible in the tub.

“Fuck,” YN whimpers happily, squirming a bit as he gives her relentless pressure in her bud with skill, “Don’t know how you’re so good at making me come.”

Cue his cock twitching at that.

“S’cause I was made to please your perfect body, your pretty nipples, this belly, your cunt makes my mouth-water,” Harry nearly growls with how low his tone gets as her legs start to quiver with the oncoming pleasure.

“H,” YN gasps when it barrels through her body, thighs trying to squeeze shut, trapping his hand but his other holds them open, “It-it’s good.”

When she finally comes down, Harry is cocky as he always is, “You look so gorgeous when your coming because of me. Fuckin’ hell.”

YN manages to reach her arm around, fingers wrapping around his length, and it only embarrassingly takes a few pumps for Harry to find his own end.

“Shut up,” He whines when she snickers at him, pinching her nipple once more meanly, “Can’t help it, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you to bed.”

It’s pretty early in the morning when there’s a knock of the hotel room door, the two were already awake and cuddling in bed still - Harry had went down to where they serve breakfast to get her a glass of apple juice and had gotten bombarded with fans.

“Did you order room service?” YN asks curiously as the knock echos through their room.

“No, I hope it’s not some fan who thought it’d be a good idea to come up here,” Harry replies tersely, tugging back on his pair of shorts before swinging up the door.

It was Gemma and Anne.

Harry just gives them a look, biting the side of his mouth before very calmly saying, “If you’re here to stir up more drama, no thank you. You already gave my wife enough stress last night and I won’t tolerate anymore.”

Gemma’s a bit ready as she shakes her head, “I’m not. I came to apologize. I drank way too much last night and that’s not an excuse, I’m sorry.”

Harry begrudgingly let’s them in, “I’ll go get YN.”

He steps back into their bedroom, she’s still sipping on her apple juice in just a loose, lace nightie that accentuates the curve of her breasts.

“It’s my mum and Gemma,” Harry tells her softly, bending over to snatch up a shirt and leggings for her to pull on, “Gemma wants to apologize. It’s up to you whether you want to see her or not. I’m not pressuring you either way.”

“No, it’s okay,” YN replies a bit nervously, letting Harry help her change into appropriate clothes before she’s throwing her hair up in a bun and stepping into the living area.

Anne and Gemma both have gift bags in their hands, setting them on the table, and there’s a moment of awkward silence.

“I am so sorry for the way I acted,” Gemma blurts out with tears already forming in her eyes, “It was uncalled for and out of line.”

YN stands their quietly for a moment before nodding, “I accept your apology. However, I can inform you both that even though the baby was not planned, we are very much both excited to be parents.”

Anne steps forward and wraps YN in a hug, warm and soft, and murmuring, “I can’t believe I’m going to have a grandbaby.”

Gemma could clearly hear in YN’s tone that she was not fully forgiven, she tried again, “I-It had nothing to do with you, you know? It’s just that my brother just signed a multi-million dollar contract, just graduated college, and has his whole life ahead oh him. A baby…well that’s roadbump.”

YN grits her teeth, shifting into mama bear mode as she cradles her stomach protectively, “My baby is not a roadbump in our life. How dare you say that to us.”

Harry has rage boiling inside his stomach, watching his wife get riled up, and he tells Gemma, “You don’t control my life. I knew YN wasn’t taking her birth control consistently and I still decided to not use a condom. Happy you know the details now?”

YN is quiet but firm when she says, “I’d like some alone time now. Goodbye Anne,” before she’s turning on her heel back to their bedroom.

“Gemma,” Harry bites out in anger, “I think it’s best if we kept our distance for awhile. I can’t have you continuously upsetting my wife. If you’re not going to support us then you need to back the fuck off.”

“So you choose your wife over me?” Gemma scoffs in disbelief as Anne just lets her children figure it out themselves - her mouth in a tight line of disapproval and irritation.

“Yes. It’s my duty to protect her and our baby. It’s my job. Mum, I’m sorry but we need to catch up another day,” Harry gives her a kiss on the cheek before glaring at his sister, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

When Harry is making his way back to the bedroom, he’s disappointed himself, and he feels like he’s about to cry but he has to stay strong for YN.

She’s not crying like he had expected though, she had flipped on the television and shimmied out of her leggings to resume her comfortable position on the bed - a hand rubbing her belly.

Harry crawls back on the bed too, instantly pushing her shirt up under her breasts and smattering soft kisses all over her somewhat taut skin.

YN is alarmed when she feels teardrops on her stomach, moving to tilt Harry’s head up, and frowning when she sees his face.

“Oh honey,” She titters as she wipes his cheeks with her thumbs, “Don’t cry, my love.��

“I just wanted them to be happy for us. I mean my mum was but Gemma just fuckin’ ruined the announcement for us twice!” Harry huffs out loudly, knuckling at his eye, “Just was looking forward to having that special moment with my mum. She’s so fucking selfish.”

“H, we can deal with it another day. It’s not the time to try to solve the issue when we’re upset,” YN reminds him pulling him up until he’s carefully resting his weight on her, “Right now, it’s just us. And that’s all that matters.”

“It really fucking is all that matters.”

YN can’t stand to see Harry heartbroken, he lays down for a nap after their breakfast, and he’s seems low - in a stupor as he shuffles under the blankets.

She calls up Anne, just Anne, and asks her to come back over because she has a plan to make this all better (or try to mend the situation a bit).

YN orders lunch, sets it up nicely in the living room, and welcomes Anne in - she’s gonna wake him up but he must hear the commotion and comes sauntering out in his low-slung shorts.

“Wha’s going on?” Harry mumbles with a frown, he glances around and notices that Gemma isn’t accompanying them.

“Come eat,” YN pats the couch next to her.

After they’re finished filling their plates, YN starts by saying, “Anne, we have an announcement to make.”

Anne’s eyes go wide in faux surprise but she is smiling softly, putting down her fork and knife, and looking at both of them intently.

“H, do you want to tell her?” YN nudges him as he glances between the two of them in confusion, YN nods toward her stomach, and Harry catches on.

God, he loves his wife.

“Mum,” Harry shutters a bit, pushing his plate back, “YN and I are pregnant. The baby is due in January and we-we couldn’t be happier.”

Anne stands up, rounding the table and pulls Harry in to a hug, cradling his head, and stroking his hair, whispering, “I am so happy for you two, my sweet boy. I know you’re going to be the most amazing father.”

Harry is sniffling, seeming like a little boy in his mum’s arms as he asks, “You’re happy for us?”

Anne chuckles, pinching his cheek, “Don’t be silly. Of course, I am. You two are adults. You have a funds and ability to care for the baby. I couldn’t be more thrilled for both of you. But you, H, will always be my baby.”

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Vampire Levi x fem!reader

Victorian era like world, vampires, secrets, romance, falling in love, vampire lore, sexual tension, possessive Levi, mentions of pregnancy, protective Levi, dad Levi, mentions of violence, mentions of blood.

In this chapter: Levi butts heads with his son and best friend over the final plan to face Damian, but a bit of a chat with you leads him to make up with his wonderful son and friend. You face off against Damian and put an end to it all. With a new addition to the Ackerman family, you plan a fun thing for the future.

Levi paced backwards and forwards as he contemplated what was just told to him. Many emotions flooded through him. At first, he was furious, then scared and finally sad. A deep growl escaped him. “I don’t like it.”

Evan looked over at Erwin, and the two of them showed a knowing look before Evan returned his gaze to his father. “Dad.”

“Don’t you dad me.” Levi welled up. “You don’t understand. I can’t send my soulmate to that monster. I can’t lose her.” He shook a little. “I almost…not again.”

“We’ve tried everything to get to him. He won’t show his face to us.” He moved closer to his father. “He only showed up in person when mother was vulnerable.”

“She’s pregnant right now.” Levi snarled. “You want me to send your pregnant mother to face him?”

Evan ruffled his hair. “I love you and I love Mum. I love you both so fucking much. It is killing me to suggest this, but if we don’t do this he won’t stop.”

Levi stared at his beloved son and his best friend. A fight or flight sensation coursed through him, and a panic set in. He turned on his heels and sprinted out of the room, down the hall and right to you in your reading room. Seeing you sitting there with a blanket over you and a book in hand soothed him instantly. Tears filled his eyes when you looked up at him and gave him a loving smile.

He stumbled over to you and dropped to his knees. He rested his arms and head on your lap seeking comfort and you gave it by playing with his hair. “Mm.”

You smiled a little. “What’s going on?”

“I got upset with our son. I feel awful, but I don’t like what he’s suggesting. I know he’s trying his best. He’s a strong and smart lad, but I just…”

You continued to play with his hair and started to rub his back. “Darling, he knows you mean well. He knows you love him. He’s also very understanding because he knows how obsessed you are with me.”

He pouted a little. “You’re mine.”

You hummed a laugh. “I am. Now, tell me about this plan he has.”

Levi lifted his head and gazed at you. “The ex-prince will only come out of hiding if you are free to approach. He thinks you should be bait.”

You smiled at Levi. “I think he’s right.”

Levi went pale. “What? No! No, no, no, no. You can’t. The baby and, and, and…” Tears filled his eyes. “I could lose you.”

You moved your book to your table before sliding off your seat and wrapping your arms around him. “You won’t lose me. All of you will be watching me when I do, I’m sure of it. If it looks like it will go bad, you and the others will come running in.”

He nodded. “I will save you. I always will.”

“I love you, Levi.”

“I love you too.”

You kissed your husband and hummed in delight. “It’ll be okay. Think of it this way. Once we do this, he’ll be gone forever.”

Levi whined before flopping onto the floor on his side. “Mm.”

You giggled. “You’re like a toddler.”

“I know it’s right, but I’m not happy.”

You lay on your side and gazed at him. “Well, you love babies but you don’t like me giving birth.”

He sighed. “Because you’re in discomfort.” He huffed in thought. “Sometimes, things must be bad to become good or for you to appreciate the good.” He released a long sigh. “Okay.” He sat up and whined. “I need to say sorry to our son.”

“He’s outside the door.”

Evan slammed the door open. “How did you know?”

You wrapped up in a blanket. “Mother’s six sense.” You stood up and kissed Evan’s cheek. “You’re a good boy. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He hugged you tightly. “I only want the best for you, Mum. No matter what.”

“I know, sweetheart.” You released him. “Go hug your father. He’s a bit of a sad bear.”

Levi pouted a little. “Son…”

Evan tackled Levi into a hug. “I love you, Dad. You’re the best, you really are.”

Levi pulled him to sit. “Let’s talk this through.”

Evan placed his hand on his father’s shoulder. “I understand you want to protect Mum. I want to protect her too. To do that, we need to get the ex-prince and kill him. To kill him, he needs to get out in the open. To get him to appear, we need mother to help.”

“I know. I just…I don’t want her to get hurt. I’m very torn.” He put his head in his hands. “It’s hard.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand how you feel or what you’re going through.” Evan smiled a little. “I hope that one day I meet someone who I can have a deep love with, just like Mum and you have. I think then I’ll understand.” He released a long sigh. “For now, we need to do this.”

Levi nodded. “I understand. As long as we can watch her from a distance, I’m happy. If something looks bad, I will go running to her. I’m not letting her get hurt again.” He walked over to you and held your hands. “Not again.”

You smiled sweetly before kissing him. “It’s only a few scars I have.”

“Scars you shouldn’t have gotten if I had been a better husband.”

“You’re the perfect husband.” You hugged your husband. “Please be nicer to yourself.”

He hugged you back. “I’ll try.”

“Good boy. If you do well, I’ll reward you.”

His eyes widened. “Reward? What kind of reward?”

You pressed the end of his nose. “Secret.” You let out a long sigh. “Well, I’m going to go help in the kitchen. I’m going to cook dinner. I think I’ll make your favourite.”

Levi gasped. “Sausages!?”

You giggled. “Yes, now do some father-son bonding.”

Levi sat down and played with the book you had been reading. He opened it up and read a part you’d been reading a lot. His eyes scanned the page and as he read his cheeks slowly heated up. Every time Levi had seen you reading, you had been reading smut and it was perfect and detailed. He slapped the book closed and placed it on the side. A thought drifted through his head, he was thinking of reading again and trying out a few things in there on you.

He ensured the book was hidden from his son and began talking with him about work, his aims, his goals and a bit about his love life. Levi smiled as he listened to his son talk. “I’m so proud of you.”

Evan blushed. “Really?”

“Yes. You’re incredible, you really are.”

Evan hugged Levi. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too.” He sighed. “I’m sorry for how I reacted.”

Evan sat down. “It’s understandable. Mum is your whole world. The bond vampires have with their families and the people their love is stronger than simple human love. It’s hard to describe.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to have that love with a partner.” He chuckled. “But I do understand a bit because I love you, Mum and all my sisters.” He fiddled with his trousers. “I can’t wait to meet our new sibling. I wonder if it’ll be a girl or a boy.” He gasped. “What about a boy?”

Levi laughed. “That’d be great. We have to think of names though.”

Evan hummed in thought. “So many options.” He looked over at Levi to see tears running down his cheeks. “Dad! What’s wrong?”

He rubbed his tears away. “Sorry, I’m just happy that we’re having another kid. I love all my children and having more is fantastic. It’s odd though.”

“That you and mum have the most children ever recorded for vampires.”

Levi blushed a bit. “Yes. I wonder who it is.”

Evan laughed. “I bet it’s you. Mum was turned into a vampire, so it’s likely something to do with you.” Evan frowned in thought. “Does this mean…” His eyes sparkled in delight. “I could have lots of kids!”

“You’ll be an amazing father.”

“Thanks. I have a great father who inspires me.”

Levi hugged Evan tightly. “I love you.”

Evan hugged his father back. “Love you too.” He released his father. “We should go to the dining room. Mum has made delicious dinner.”

Levi walked with his son. “We’ll plan soon about our attack.” He smiled when he saw Erwin chatting with Violet. “Erwin? The plan is on.”

Erwin picked up Violet and smiled. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. We’ve all talked and we’re going for it.”

Erwin nodded and smiled. “Okay, we’ll start planning soon.”

“We’re going to dinner. Please join us.”

Erwin chuckled as he walked with his best friend. “I can’t say no to your wife’s cooking.”

Levi cupped your face. “Are you sure about this?”

You placed your hands on Levi’s. “Yes. I can do this.”

“If you want to walk away, just say at any moment.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “I promise.” You hummed a laugh. “Feels weird wearing my old Victorian clothes though.”

“You look incredible. It brings back memories.” He squeezed you tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You giggled as your kids tackled you into a hug. “I love you all too. I’ll be okay.”

Lilly whined. “I’m worried for you mum.”

Daisy sniffed. “Me too. He’s dangerous. I know Dad is crazy about you, but he’s good crazy. This ex-prince is just…”

You smiled a little. “I know. I know…” You released a long sigh. “I know the risks. I love you all so very much. You’re all so wonderful. I’m proud to be your mother and I’m proud to be your wife, Levi.”

Levi pulled you away from the kids. “You’re talking as if you’re not coming back.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…I just…I want everyone to know I love them.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “You will live. We will be a big happy family again.”

You welled up a little as you smiled. “You’re right. I let everything get to me. Gotta think positive.”

“Good girl.” He wiped your tears away. “We’ll be right with you, always.”

You released a long sigh. “All right, let’s do this.” You grabbed your handbag and puffed your chest out. “Time to go pretend shopping!” You waved to your family before leaving the house and getting into a car. You smiled at the driver. “Let’s head out.”

The driver nodded. “You got it, Mrs Ackerman.”

You sat back and looked at your phone to see Levi and your kids had sent you plenty of texts of love already. You replied to all of them. It was a hard job ahead of you today. Damian needed to believe that you were available and ready for the taking. You had to try your best to act calm and not have a reaction to him.

Focusing on shopping was difficult at first because you were hyper-aware of your surroundings, but then you noticed gifts your kids would love. You grabbed a basket and started shopping for all kinds of things for your kids, as well as your wonderful husband. You were buzzing with excitement allowing your mind to wander away from what task you had to do.

After you paid for everything you went for a walk. The modern world was so much fun, but you did miss the people from the 1800s. Levi still used his romantic ways from the 1800s, such as getting you a dressmaker, a jewellery maker and writing you letters filled with love. He even took you on long walks in your vast garden and a little boating on the lake you lived near.

You paused for a moment and thought about going home to Levi. You wanted to take him on a romantic date like old times. You wanted to see Levi in his handsome old suit as well. You wanted to dance together and have him take your dress off.

“Mommy! Pretty vampire lady!”

You felt your cheeks burn as a little girl admired you in your Victorian dress. “Aww.”

The mother came over to you. “Sorry, could my daughter have a closer look?”

You nodded. “Yes.” You smiled at the little girl. “You like my dress?”

She nodded. “Yes.” She reached over and touched your dress. “So pretty.”

You giggled as she touched and pulled on your dress. “Thank you. My daughters love them too.”

“Mummy, can I dress like this pretty lady?”

The mother laughed. “Sure. We’ll get you a pretty dress.” She smiled at you. “Thank you for this.”

Your heart fluttered. “You’re welcome.”

“You and your husband make a charming couple. I bet you’re looking forward to your baby arriving.”

A little gasp escaped you when an arm wrapped around you and pulled you close. The voice of your target came from the man next to you. “Thank you. We’re very excited. Have a lovely day.”

You looked up at Damian as he grinned at the mother and daughter walking away. “You came.”

He looked down at you. “Of course. I could never leave my pregnant wife all alone to shop.”

You gripped your bag with the gifts of your family in. “We need to talk.”

He chuckled. “That’s divorce talk.”

You sighed before walking with Damian to a little spot where you had some privacy from the public, but your family and friends could keep an eye on you. “Why me?”

“Sorry?”

You locked eyes with him. “Damian. I want to know why me.”

He smiled sweetly. “You’re the only person who understands me. You know my pain.”

You hugged yourself. “Just because we share a similar pain does not mean we’re destined for each other.”

He moved closer to you. “If you never met Levi…”

“Damian, don’t.”

“I need to know. If you never met him, would I have a chance?”

You shook your head. “That’s a cruel and horrible thing to ask. I met you after I met Levi. I have never had any feelings for you or anyone else. Levi is the only man in my heart. I have never considered another man. So, asking if there was or is a chance would be a no because I’ve never thought about you at all. Levi is my lover. Levi is my husband. Levi is my soulmate. Levi is the father to my children.” You blushed a little. “Levi is the only one that makes me hungry and tingle all over with need. Levi is the only one who can who can satisfy my needs.”

“No sorry?”

You frowned. “Why would I be? I need you to stop this. Please stop this.”

He softly said your name. “I can’t stop loving you.”

“Just walk away. I won’t ever be yours.”

He clenched his fists. “I was going to give you a chance to come quietly with me. I don’t ever want to become my sister, but now she’s gone and I reflect on how she was with Levi. I understand now.” He laughed a little as his look went dark. “I need you. I need you like I need blood to live. You are my everything. I refuse to let you go.”

You backed up from him. “If you don’t stop this, you will be killed. You’re a danger to me, my family and others. You have a chance to walk away. I’m asking you to walk because you did help me once.”

His laughing was light at first before it slowly turned maniacal and insane. “You think I helped you out of the goodness of my heart!? I made a deal with my sister. I’d help her get Levi if she gave me you. I did it so I could get you. It was all to get you to be mine. I didn’t help you to be kind. I did it so you’d want me.” He shook his head. “I only killed my sister because she was getting in the way. I needed freedom.” He ruffled his hair. “I didn’t realise losing a twin was so devastating. I’m all better now though.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you gazed at Damian. Even though most people saw Damian as a monster, you saw this child who was beaten, bruised and tortured by someone who was supposed to love and care for him. He was a broken person so desperate for love that he had given in to the darkness within him. He was someone who found more comfort in the dark voices than the good.

You clutched your chest. “Oh…oh Damian…”

He gazed at you with a look of confusion. For a small moment, he was registering everything, almost like he was piecing things together. The moment didn’t last long because the darkness consumed him. Damian was lost and there was no saving him. There were so many things that Damian had done without your knowledge. Levi had thought the same things you had many years ago until he learned about Damian’s cruelty to his workers in his home. Damian was just as wicked as his sister.

You backed up from him. “I need to go. I’m feeling a little sick because of the baby.” You hurried away just as he reached for you. “Fuck.”

Damian screamed your name. “Come back! I need you!”

You hurried out of the shopping centre and looked for your car. “I want to go home.” You sobbed a little as your heart strained. It hurt that the man who saved you was not kind. The man who saved you could have easily been you one day if it were not for Levi saving you. “I want my Levi.”

Daisy appeared in front of you making you gasp. “It’s okay mum. I’m the rescue. Dad and everyone are in place.” She hugged you close. “Come on.”

You sniffed as you hurried with her. “I thought maybe there was a chance I could save him.”

“You really are too kind, Mum.” She stopped in her tracks as she gazed at Damian. “Don’t you touch my mother!”

Damian chuckled. “You know, if I gave you red eyes you’d be like my daughter.”

She snarled. “My father is the great Levi Ackerman! You have hurt my mother long enough. You have to leave.”

He released a long sigh. “Where is Evan? My perfect family is Evan and her.” He smirked. “I don’t need you or your two other sisters.”

She inhaled deeply. “DADDY!”

You gasped as you watched Damian get tackled to the ground. “Levi.”

Daisy gripped your hand and started running. “We have to go!”

You looked back as Levi and Damian tore into each other. Your son and Lilly arrived to help, along with Erwin, Hange and Mike. Your heart went cold when you saw that backup for Damian was arriving, his army was here. “Daisy, we have to help.”

“Dad said-.”

“I know! But we could lose our family and friends if we don’t.”

She slowed down and looked over at the fighting. Heads were being ripped off and hearts were being torn out of chests. The bloodshed was hard to watch, even more so when she saw Mike get smacked to the ground with blood on his chest and Lilly trying to protect him as he healed up. She looked back at you. “Let’s go.”

You ran over to Mike and pulled him away from the fighting. “I’ve got you.”

Mike panted a little. “Thanks.”

Lilly grabbed your upper arm. “Mum! You can’t be here!”

You yanked your arm away and fumbled in your bag. “I am needed here.” You got out some blood you always had on you and fed Mike. “Here.”

Mike gulped down the blood you gave him. “Thank you. I can tell you’re a Mum.”

Your cheeks burned. “I take care of the people I love.”

“When are we telling Levi?”

You giggled. “Naughty. Get back out there.”

“Got it.” He winked at you and rushed into the fight.

You pulled all your blood-based drinks and food out of your purse. “Okay, Daisy bring me anyone who gets hurt.”

Daisy nodded and watched the fight. “Ah! Uncle Erwin!” She used her speed to weave in and out of the fighting and tackled Erwin. She skidded and ran back to you. “His arm!”

You grabbed a blood booster. “I use this when the kids feel unwell. I can’t have Kat getting upset over you losing an arm.”

Erwin grunted. “Thanks. Don’t worry, I’ll get back to Kat and marry her, turn her, have kids and live forever with her in my arms.”

“Good boy.” You patted his chest. “Take your time.”

“I will.”

You watched him rush back in. Your eyes moved to Evan as he took on the second in command. You felt so much pride in yourself when he used his father’s fighting techniques to beat him back. He twisted his body as the man threw punch after punch. Evan caught his fist and then twisted his arm causing all the bones in his arm and hand to shatter to pieces. Evan yanked the man downward before twisting his body and kicking up into the man’s neck.

Lilly had such powerful strength and pure rage inside her, just like you. She easily tore a door off and slammed it into a vampire to send him flying. She screamed before hurtling the door into a running vampire. She snarled at her next target. “No one hurts my momma!”

Daisy giggled. “Lilly is scary.”

You hummed a laugh. “She is. Oh, she’s teaming up with Evan.”

Daisy shoved you to the ground. “Mum!”

You watched in pure horror as your daughter was tackled away from you by a beaten Damian. “DAISY!” You raced after him with all your kids and Levi following. “Give her back to me!”

Daisy slapped and scratched Damian. “Let me go!”

Damian smirked. “If I can’t have your mother, at least I can have a daughter of hers like her!”

You saw red. Nothing enraged you more than someone putting a child of yours in danger. You snarled and launched yourself at Damian. You took him to the ground causing him to drop Daisy. You rolled with Damian and came to a stop. You straddled him and started punching him in the face over and over. Rage filled you. Your whole being was consumed with the need to end the man below you to protect what was yours.

Damian reached out and wrapped his hands around your neck. He used his strength and weight to shove you on your back. The look in his eyes was not that of manic love anymore, but pure killing need. The look reminded you of his sister. He was just like him, no matter how much you tried to think that there was hope, there wasn’t. Damian wanted to hurt and break you enough so you’d give in to him.

You turned your head and bit hard on his arm and tore his flesh causing him to scream. Once he released you, you spat out his flesh and dove at him again. You clawed, hit and bit him as much as possible. You yelped when he backhanded you off him. You slammed against the floor and rolled away. A little whimper escaped from you as your cheek felt like it was burning, meaning he had hit you with silver on his hand.

Levi screamed your name and kicked Damian hard into a car causing it to dent and buckle under the impact. “I’ll kill you!”

Evan hugged you tightly. “Don’t look, mummy.” He squeezed you tightly and then was joined by your two daughters. “Hug her with me.”

You welled up and relaxed. “Thank you, all of you.” You closed your eyes as Damian gargled on his blood. You ignored the screams of a man’s last attempt to fight back as he tried to survive and live. “I’m so proud of you all. I love you.”

“Love you too, mum.”

Lilly kissed your cheek. “Love you so much, mummy.”

Daisy squeezed you. “Love you forever.”

Levi panted as he stumbled closer. “Is she okay?”

Evan released you first before your two girls. “She is. We protected her.”

“You’re wonderful kids. I’m proud of you all.” He hugged them before looking at you. “Darling.”

You over into his arms. “Levi!”

He hugged you tightly. “We’re free now. The Monroe’s are gone.”

“Good. Is Violet okay?”

He smiled sweetly. “Safely protected by my parents and yours. Are you and the baby okay?”

You nodded. “We’re good.”

He held you close. “Good. Let’s go home.”

Tiredness gripped Levi as he got up out of bed and shuffled his way out of the room, down the hall and to Ren’s room. He slipped inside and heard the hushed whimpers and cries coming from him. Levi smiled down at his baby boy, who was only two months old. He scooped him up and rocked him. “You hungry?” He yawned and rocked Ren. “I’ll get you some of your mummy’s milk.”

He stumbled out of the room and made his way down the hall. He frowned when he saw his kids slowly joining him. He shook his head and went to the kitchen and found a bottle. He heated it and turned to see a tired-looking Evan walking in.

Evan yawned a moment before looking down at Ren. “Hungry?”

“Yeah.” Levi frowned. “Why are you awake?”

“I just get this sense when he cries.”

Lilly shoved the door open. “Ren okay?”

Levi laughed a bit. “He’s good, just hungry.”

Daisy walked in holding Violet’s hand. “Ren up?”

Levi picked up the bottle. “Yes. He’s just hungry.” He smiled as Ren happily drank the milk. “Go to bed. Your mother is all alone upstairs.” He chuckled when everyone gasped and ran away. “Anything for their mother.” He looked down at Ren. “I know you’re the same, right?”

Ren patted the bottle and wiggled his legs.

Levi smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He put the bottle in the sink and patted Ren’s back. “One burp is all I need, little man.”

Ren whined and shifted before letting out a burp.

He shifted his son and smiled. “Good boy. Now, it’s time for bed.” He walked upstairs and hummed a little song as he rocked Ren. He came to a stop when he saw you in a stunning dressing gown. “Darling, you look ravishing.”

You giggled. “Thank you.” You walked closer and looked down at Ren. “Did he wake up hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“You could have woken me.” You kissed Levi’s cheek. “I have plenty of milk to give.”

Levi rubbed your back. “I know because when we fool around in bed and I squeeze and suck on your incredible breasts, milk comes out.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Hungry boy.”

“I am.”

You tickled Ren’s cheek. “Someone’s sleepy.”

Levi carried Ren to his cot and lay him down. “Bed it is.”

You hugged Levi from behind and kissed his shoulder. “Our babies are perfect.”

“They really are. You know, all our kids came down to see Ren.” He turned in your arms. “They sensed him crying.”

You walked with Levi out of the room. “All our kids have had that.”

“They have.” Levi sighed. “Oi, I told you lot to go to bed.”

You giggled as doors hurriedly closed. “Night my babies.”

The doors opened and all your kids spoke. “Night mummy and daddy!”

You laughed as they closed again. “So cute.”

Levi scooped you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom. He used his bum to close the door and smiled at you. “Could you lock the door?”

You locked it and giggled. “Locking the door, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have plans with me?”

He threw you onto the bed and growled as you squealed with laughter. “You know I do.”

You squeaked when he dove at you. “Levi.”

He crashed his lips against yours and kissed you passionately. “I love you.”

You linked your arms around his neck. “I love you.” You let out a long sigh. “Fuck, I love you. I’m one lucky woman.”

He nuzzled the crook of your neck. “No, I’m the lucky one. You’re so perfect.” He released a long sigh. “We should do something special for our anniversary.”

“What do you have in mind?”

He hummed in thought as you played with his hair. “I’m thinking we dress up like we did when we first started becoming a couple.”

You smiled in thought. “Our Victorian clothes?”

“Yes.”

“I think that’d be perfect.”

Levi leaned up and looked down at you. “Really?”

You nodded as you looked up at your husband. “Really. I think it’ll be fun! We can get the kids to dress up too.”

“Yes, we’ll have a little fun day in the garden.”

You sighed as memories came flooding in of your early days with Levi. “I can’t wait.”

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