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kapapi-o · 4 months

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Treasure (nonbinReader x Gojo)

Des: (this takes place around the time Geto and Gojo are still in High School, reader is also their classmate)—So reader is a softie for only Gojo. The man catches on and instantly, he’s down bad lmao.

-A bit ooc but he gets a little jealous and possessive so are we rlly upset abt it???

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Girls want to be with him, guys too, (well most want to be like him). He’s just the pinnacle of sorcerer excellence in the Jujutsu world. Ordained at birth for greatness and effortlessly powerful, Gojo Satoru truly was at the top of the world.

Then there you were, a bright eyed classmate, no doubt admiring him like the rest of them from a distance. He noticed you past the crowds and thought to be charitable by coming up to you, waiting to see your thrilled reaction to him coming your way.

But in much contrast to what he’s used to, and to his greater curiosity, you all but smiled. Greeting him politely with, “Hello Gojo.”

You were clearly delighted to see him but it felt different, somehow…and oddly enough, he was speechless. He quickly uttered out a reply and trailed around campus with you for a bit. You both get to talking about mundane things (as mundane as they can be with the subject being with Gojo), and he’s come to get a good picture of you.

Sure, you admire him but not at all for the reasons he anticipated. Not for the power, wealth, status, fame, achievements…it almost drove him mad as he questioned the cause for that little twinkle in your eye, and not to mention that oh so softness that you always addressed him with.

During empty periods outside of class, he’d go look for you. Bored and wanting something or someone to add a little kick into the routine he was sickly getting used to. Sat alone on a bench, your legs laced on the pavement of the roof, the fence in your view while you listened to music on the bench. Admiring how the coming winds blew the scenery before you, refreshing your dazed brain from those stuffy classes.

Gojo smirks and leans next to your ear, tapping on your shoulder and startling you when you turn to see his face so suddenly close to yours. You jolt back, your headphones nearly falling off your shoulders as you scold him about scaring you like that again.

The man grins then laughs, taking a seat at your side to inquire about your whereabouts. You amuse him and answer all of his questions, normal and nonsensical ones.

Until finally, he lands on the one thing that he’s been wondering every time he sets his sights on you.

“Why do you do that?

“Hm? Do what?” You tilt your head, confused as to what he could be referring to. He sighs and leans into the backrest of the bench, rethinking his words.

“You know, that thing—where you’re just..all soft on me. I don’t really see you doing that with anybody else, so why me?”

He asks, leaning on the palm of his hand to peek at you through his shades, his blue eyes piercing you ever so slightly. You’re flustered at the spot, caught red handed by your special treatment for him. You take a moment to mull over it, trying to figure out the reason for your subconscious demeanor towards him.

“I think it’s because..” you pondered, following your train of thought, “you seem like this larger-than-life kinda guy. You look like you’re having fun too, but at the same time, it’s like you’re all by yourself. I just thought that maybe…you needed to be treated with extra care..or something.” You chuckled sheepishly, embarrassed at your wording.

“I don’t know, does that sound weird?”

Gojo stares stunned at you. In awe, he can only manage to say, “No, not at all.”

“ It feels nice, actually.”

Perhaps this empty feeling is something more than just boredom. When his adoring fans are gone, and he and his best friend separate for the day, there’s only him in between. There’s always been that saying of how lonely it gets at the top. Is that why you cared so much? Bother to amuse him and his antics, never swooning too easily to his teasing, always somehow prepared when he forgot or needed something, it’s you. You were always there…holding out a gentle hand to him without asking for anything.

And when he looks at you for why, you just laugh. Walking in front of him like what you do is nothing much. But it means so much, —so much to him.

Soon, he finds himself actively seeking you out when he can. Growing clingy and taking advantage of that soft spot you’ve got for him. He doesn’t realize how much he craves having your eyes on him until Geto comes around. Stopping in to say hi, and getting more acquainted with you, the person that has Gojo on his feet all day.

Geto flashes a wolfish smile your way, knowing it wouldn’t set him off but definitely make him bite the inside of his cheek. Pettiness was growing by the moments you spend laughing and chatting with his best friend rather than with him. Quite frankly, he was confused as to who to call a traitor, Geto for playing with him like this, himself for throwing his dignity out, or to you, for making him throw it. Ah, this was all your fault…this icky feeling filling him from the pit of his stomach.

In the middle of your conversation, he abruptly takes your wrist in his hand and drags you away from him. Turning around to throw a glare at Geto’s laughing form as you questioned him for his suddenness.

“Gojo, what’s the matter? Why’d you drag me here?” You asked, eyeing him in worry and looking at the wrist that was held by him. Now how was he going to explain that he simply didn’t like how you were smiling at someone like Geto, someone arguably second to him in rank. The man could easily compete for your attention and if he’s not careful, win over that tender spot reserved in your heart. The spot that’s his.

“Gojo?” You called repeatedly, tugging at his sleeve. Gods, he hadn’t realized how much he adored hearing his name fall from your lips.

Without warning, the man in front of you swiftly shoves a lollipop in your mouth. It’s your favorite Chupa flavor. You hummed contently and eyed him in wonder,

“I just wanted to give you that. It’s for taking good care of me.” He pats your head, smiling to himself and dragging you alongside him in the setting sun, “Now, let’s walk you home.”

He assures himself that he’ll make you his one day. But before then, he needs to make sure that everyone knows that he treasures you as much as you treasure him.

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A/n: MERRY CHRYSLER EVERYONEEEE

Imma make this a mini series cuz I love writing my faves being down bad. It’s literally my favorite flavor of fic lmao

He might be ooc but it’s okay, we can be a bit delulu, right?

Have a good new year, ya’ll and take care<333

-Kapi<3

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pensat-i-fet · 9 months

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Support (John Stones x Reader)

**I got a request to write for Stones and then @faye01mcfc gave me an idea of what to write about specifically. Also, I’ve only done it twice but I’m kind of into using just one word as the title. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**

Word count: 1621

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John had gotten used to winning trophies in the last couple of years but the treble felt much more special. And if there was someone he wanted to celebrate that achievement with, it was you.

Some of his teammates headed to Ibiza for a pre-celebration and he joined them. It was a good time, sure. But deep down, he couldn't wait to just be with you.

"You're back!", you said surprised and ran to the door to greet him.

"Yes. I got bored of my teammates and decided to come back a bit earlier".

"Don't get bored of me now, then".

"Never".

John was obviously tired after the last couple of days, so you just had some quiet time together.

"I'll make some dinner".

"Ok. Oh by the way, we have a lot of events tomorrow so I'll leave quite early. We can meet after the parade, right?"

"The parade?", you knew there would be one, of course. But just the thought of it made you feel cold sweat on your skin.

"I can't go", you said quietly.

"Do you have work?"

"No. I just…".

He let out a dry laugh. "I'm not surprised. You never come to anything with me. And I usually don't mind if football is not your thing but this is the most important moment of my career. And my girlfriend won't be there".

"It's just that…".

"Everyone gets support from their partners. But all I get is an empty seat to look at. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"I'm sorry".

"Do you even care about me? Do you care about my career? Sometimes I wonder…".

"Of course I do, John".

"Then show it to me!"

"It's just…I…", you didn't know how to say the words. A part of you almost wished he was just mad at you. But he was disappointed and hurt. And that broke your heart. "You're right. You deserve better".

"Wait what?"

You picked up your jacket and bag and made your way to the door.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"I can't be here right now. I'm sorry I keep hurting you. You deserve someone who supports you. Not me…".

"What are you trying to say? Just stay and we can talk. Don't go".

"I have to".

John just stared at the door wondering what had happened. Were you…breaking up with him? What was going on?

He tried to give you a couple of hours to do whatever you needed to do to clear your head but was also worried about anything happening to you.

All his calls went straight to voicemail and he was getting desperate not knowing how to contact you.

When his phone rang, he hoped it was you but it was an unknown number. He normally wouldn't answer but it could be you calling from another number or something, so he couldn't risk not answering.

"Hello?"

"John? I'm Alicia".

He was right to answer then. Alicia was one of your best friends.

"Do you know where she…?"

"She's here".

"Thank God. Is she ok?"

"Sort of? I mean, she's trying to keep it together but she keeps saying that it's all her fault whenever you call and she refuses to answer. So I got your number from her phone and called you without her knowing. She's taking a shower".

"Can I go there and see her?"

"Please. I hate seeing her like this. I know how hard it's for her to open up and she ends up hurting herself more".

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. She struggles so much with talking about feelings and then there's her horrible social anxiety".

Now it all made sense. But why didn't you tell him?

"Yes. Don't tell her I'm on my way, please. I'll be there soon".

He went to his car and drove to Alicia's place. All of a sudden, he felt so nervous to talk to you.

You were always so supportive whenever he mentioned his insecurities after a bad match. But…didn't you think he could do the same for you?

"Come in. I'll go to my room, she's over there".

"Thank you".

Alicia nodded before leaving you two alone to talk.

"Ali? Who is it?"

"Me".

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find why my girlfriend ran away?", he laughed, nervously.

"It's all too much, John".

"Alicia told me without knowing she did".

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Your social anxiety? It's that why you don't come to matches or events or anything?"

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down, ashamed. "I'm sorry".

"For what? The only thing you did wrong was not telling me. I would have understood. I'm not going to force you to do something that hurts you".

"But it's stupid. I'm like a little child. Actually, it's gotten worse. I was better as a child".

John sat down next to you and held your hand. "I'm getting worse too, you know? I left Ibiza because the plan bored me. And there will be moments that bore me at the parade too. And look at Julián! He felt so uncomfortable celebrating on the pitch because that's hard for him too. You're not the only one who goes through that and your age means nothing in this case".

"But you deserve to be supported".

"You support me. It was really unfair saying you don't. You do it in the way you can and I appreciate it so much".

You were still not sure. "But you'd be disappointed if I don't go to the parade…".

He laughed and you noticed it was a nice laugh. He wasn't laughing at you.

"Well, now I know why you can't go, I'd rather you stay home, to be honest. I'll be so worried thinking about you being overwhelmed by all the people and all that".

"I'm still sorry".

"How about this? You skip the parade and come to the dinner afterwards. It's just the players and their families. No photographers or cameras. No drunk fans. Just drunk players but we can sit away from them".

You chuckled thinking about the players you would be avoiding then.

"I could try that".

"And if you feel it's too much, we leave".

"I'd like to do that".

"Yeah?", his big smile was contagious. So you smiled back and nodded.

After your talk, you both went back home and kept chatting about why it was so hard for you to deal with certain social interactions. John couldn't relate to all of it but understood your feelings anyways.

"I wish you had told me earlier", he said.

"I wish I had too. I'm always scared of people's reactions to hearing about it but you've been great since you found out".

So the next morning, it was time to get ready for a long day. You just had to go to work like any other day. But John had all these events he had to attend. He didn't struggle like you did but was definitely tired of all of it by the time of the parade. He just wanted to go to the team's dinner and see you. Hoping you would be fine.

He had warned some of his teammates and they understood. They weren't going to bother you much but would try to make you feel welcome.

"Hey! You look stunning!"

You smiled at John. It's true that you made a bit of a bigger effort. The whole process of picking up the outfit and doing your makeup helped you forget about your nerves for a while so that was nice too.

"Thank you. Should we meet everyone?"

He nodded, leading you to the first group of teammates.

"Oh wow, you actually exist. We thought John had made you up".

You laughed while John rolled his eyes. "He was clearly hiding her because of how beautiful she is", said another one of his teammates.

"Ok, enough of this group. Let's go meet the others".

"See? Hiding her again".

Their jokes made you loosen up a bit and by the time you had met everyone, you felt slightly better.

"Do you want to come with us to have a drink?", offered Kevin's wife and you pushed yourself a little further and said yes.

"Come back if it gets too much, ok? I'll be right here", whispered John when he leaned down to kiss your cheek. And after nodding, you joined the rest of the women.

"John told you to make an effort for me, right?"

"Yes, isn't it sweet? We were just happy to finally meet you".

"It's nice meeting you too", you said sincerely. "Hopefully, I'll be able to attend matches next season and we can hang out more".

"You're always welcome. Want another glass?"

You nodded and took the glass of champagne. You weren't really into drinking but it was helping you relax.

When you joined John again, he noticed how giggly you had gotten and frowned, curious about the change.

"Had a good time with the girls?"

"Yes, they were super nice. Everyone is super nice".

"Good", he nodded and then saw you grab another glass of champagne and drink it way too fast. "Wow! Easy! You're not used to that so don't try to outdrink Jack".

"I don't think that's humanly possible".

He laughed, holding the glass for a second so you could drink it more slowly.

"It does help a bit. To feel less overwhelmed".

"That's ok. But you can't just have a bottle of champagne every time you feel anxious", he laughed and you pouted.

"Party pooper".

"We'll work on finding what helps the best, ok?"

And you nodded, looking forward to having him help you face your problems.

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beneathashadytree · 11 months

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Hello,How do you feel now? I Hope your get better❤️Anyway congrats for your 2k followers,you really deserve it!

I love your stories and writing so much,and for request, could you please write spicy story about Albert James Moriarty having jealous sex with reader ? You can add little fluff in the end too👉👈prompts: 47, 63,64

LET HIM WATCH - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : this is obviously very NSFW, messy sex, cumming inside, jealousy sex, implied exhibitionism, cum-eating, dom!Albert, sub!reader, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : filth smut

Word count : 1.3K words (oh shit—)

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! I’m feeling quite alright now, thank you very much. You’re really too sweet! I’m glad to be celebrating this event with all of you guys. I honestly usually write under 1K words for this event, but this request was so good that I just ran with it. I hope it’s to your liking, though I apologize for being so late!💗

Prompts : "Be quiet. We're not alone." "You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more.'" "I want to love every inch of you tonight."

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Albert Moriarty was a risk taker, and anyone who knew him well enough was aware of that. He liked to act on his whims (which always actually were carefully-constructed plans that depended a little too much on chance) despite knowing that he might very well lose it all, and he loved nothing more than pulling the rug from underneath everyone’s feet without them realizing. He was a wicked man, through and through.

But more wicked than anything he’d done was the way he was currently fucking his sweetheart half-dumb with his back against the wall in an abandoned drawing room, the loud sounds of the party still going on in the ballroom next-door.

Their fists were bunched in his smart shirt, desperately trying to hold onto anything as his cock mercilessly drove deeper into them; deep enough for them to jolt in his arms and arch their back in such a lewd way that, paired with the sex-drunk look in their hazy eyes and their kiss-swollen lips, it almost had him cumming on the spot.

This was much more frenzied than they’d ever seen Albert try to bed them. In fact, the way he wildly snapped his hips upwards as his arms pulled them deeper into his chest and faster down his cock was almost determined to fuck the common sense out of them.

They were already far too gone; after all, under no circumstances had they ever expected to find themselves being pumped full of his cum—not once, but twice—in the room next to the one where all the nobility of the ‘Ton mingled and chattered.

But how could they focus on anything else, when every vein and every ridge of him dragged against their walls so deliciously? How could they form a coherent thought, when his swollen tip abused that one spot that drove them mad with lust and had them writhing in his arms and crying his name like a wanton whore?

“Albert! F-fuck, slow down—!”

He clicked his tongue in mocking disapproval, an almost-condescending smile on his perfect face as he saw how their actions contradicted their words. They were pushing back to meet every single one of his thrusts, eager for the pornographic squelching that came with the meeting of skin against skin and his cock into their sopping hole.

“You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more,’” he chuckled. His hands had a mind of their own at this point. One had sought purchase in their thigh, fingers digging deep enough to leave bruises that had them squirming delightfully in their seat for days afterwards, while the other had reached up to pinch at their hardened nipples through their fancy clothes. “And I need to fuck you well enough to leave a mark inside you. After all, no one can do this but me, hm?”

A strangled moan left their mouth as he drove in particularly deep to punctuate the point he was trying to make.

“Your words, sweetheart.”

“Oh, God, yes. Sir, yes, sir. Only you, sir.”

With a tug at their thick locks, he smashed their mouths together, hungrily kissing them as if they would die if they weren’t connected in every single way possible. Teeth gnashed and tugged, and tongues tasted and sucked, so messily that he could swear he could see them drooling a little past the corner of their mouth.

Breathily, after pulling away for a moment, he asked, “Not even Lord Harrington?” What they could muster was only a small sound of dazed confusion, to which he tugged at their hair again and forced them to meet his burning emerald gaze. “He seemed awfully friendly with you earlier. Going on and on about his lands and perks, I presume?”

“N-no! Albert, I would never—“

“It isn’t a matter of whether or not you would, darling. Of course you wouldn’t,” he chuckled half-heartedly, though there was anything but mirth in his voice. He slammed up into them, his pace growing unforgiving, and causing them to twist and whine out another plea. “After all, he wouldn’t be able to ruin you like this. I always knew you liked it rough. I wonder, what he would say if he saw you like this, full of my cock and begging for it harder?”

In a rather ironic twist of fate, the door handle of the drawing room was being twisted open at that moment, and Albert barely had a few seconds to pull the both of them behind the curtains and press them up against the window. Footsteps resounded in the room, and he could hear the sigh of what could only be Lord Harrington himself sitting in an armchair and pulling out a cigarette in the furthest corner of the room.

Albert’s cruel smirk showed just how delighted he was at this turn of events. Before they could even register what was happening, he began pounding into them again, earning a surprised keen of pleasure, before he clamped his hand over their drooling mouth.

“Be quiet,” he hissed into their ear, “We're not alone. Or do you want Lord Harrington to see you all fucked out and desperate for my cum?” When he felt them clenching around him at his words, a jolt of surprise and arousal ran through him. “Oh? Looks like you do want that. Want him to see your pathetic little hole stretched around me? I could arrange that, darling. Just say the word.”

A pinch to their aching nipple, and then a tap to their thigh urged them to push harder against him and take him in deeper. Impossibly fast and ruthless, Albert paid little mind to the fact that Lord Harrington was smoking a mere few meters away from them and could very easily hear them, if not see them altogether. After all, it seemed like his naughty sweetheart had taken a liking to the idea of getting caught.

With a practiced hand, he reached down to teasingly touch them right where they liked it, mixing that with his firm grip. His other hand muffling their breathy gasps and shameless moans, it didn’t take long for him to feel their muscles spasming around him, their orgasm coming crashing into them. That delicious feeling alone coaxed his throbbing length to spill inside their warm walls, and he cursed under his breath at the sight of his cum spilling from where they were joined so messily, and down their flushed and bruised thighs.

In a daring display of lewdness that almost stunned him, they scooped his release from between their thighs as he pulled out of them with a low hiss, and stuck their fingers into their mouth. A satisfied hum, and they were licking every drop off their wet fingers. That sight alone kindled yet another raging fire inside of him; one that couldn’t be satisfied with a mere quick fuck behind the curtains.

“Just so you know,” they shakily whispered, clinging onto his lapels as they still seemed a little exhausted from their passionate craze, “It’s not his presence that makes the difference. It’s the thought of you showing us—me, off. That’s all, really.”

Albert could only swallow thickly, as he felt his heart thud in his chest. He barely registered the fact that Lord Harrington’s footsteps had taken him out of the room and closed the door behind him. All he could think of at the moment was that he couldn’t think of a more perfect person to have fallen so irrevocably in love with.

With a gentleness that had been absent from his fit of jealousy, he began to readjust their rumpled and half-strewn clothes. Clasping their sticky hands in his, he pulled them in closer for a tender, almost-laughably-chaste kiss to their soft lips.

“Let’s go outside and bid everyone our farewells. We can make it back home before ten.” He glanced at his watch for confirmation, then nodded. Brushing back their hair, he met their eyes, no less sensual, but all the more fond. “I want to love every inch of you tonight.”

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jiaoji · 1 year

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First date

After months of their last play time with the incense burner, Lan WangJi see himself on a older version of YunmengJiang. The colors and smells feels like he was really transported back in time, the detail were really impressive.

But he was searching for a young boy with a pretty vividly smile. The way between the market, with a lot of people, is very noise, so a specific laugh made Lan WangJi turn his head to a restaurant.

Inside, a table full of Jiang disciples were drinking and sharing history's about their night hunt. Lan WangJi didn't think too much when he enters the place, he looks directly at Wei WuXian's table and make direct eye contact with him and then ask for a table to sit on.

The table at their side where empty so he goes for that one. The Jiang disciples start whisper to eachother, but Wei Ying seems more interested in Lan WangJi than anything else.

He looked at Wei Ying again, meeting his gaze full with recognition feelings... and smiles at him.

Wei Ying smiles back and talk something to the disciples before getting off the table.

He approched Lan WangJi with a familiar mischivous aura, "Hello, Lan-Qianbei!"

Lan WangJi, "Wei Ying."

Wei WuXian, "... Lan Zhan?"

"Mn."

Wei WuXian froze while they look at eachother. His eyes pass by all Lan WangJi's face, trying to understand how he got older in so less time.

Wei WuXian, "How do you get so tall, Lan Zhan?"

Lan WangJi, "..."

Wei WuXian pout when he understand Lan WangJi will not answear and Lan WangJi want to bite his cute lips.

Wei WuXian, "Lan er-gongzi, what happened to your manners?!! Answear me!"

Lan WangJi wanted to tease a little bit, so he said the first thing he thought. Snorting, he said, "Cute."

Wei WuXian frozed, his cheeks looked redder and he laughed ankward, "You...! Are you really Lan Zhan?! When you became so bold?!"

Lan WangJi, "I am."

Wei WuXian, "What brings you here, Lan er-gongzi?"

Lan WangJi, "You invited me."

Wei WuXian looked susprised and them a smile draws on his face, "I knew you wanted to come to Lotús Pier with me!"

Lan WangJi, "I did."

Wei WuXian, "So direct! You really changed, Lan Zhan!", he laughs.

The weird looks from the disciples seeing the familiarity he treats this Senior is ignored as they walk out the restaurant. Lan WangJi clearly looks like a older Senior, while Wei Ying does reach his chin with the top of his head.

If Lan WangJi hugs him, he could rest his chin on the top of Wei Ying's head. Also, there's others situations where that would be interesting...

Not aware of Lan WangJi's impures thoughts, Wei WuXian grabs Lan WangJi's sleeves and guide him through the market. They end up eating on a tent of a older woman who made spices specials snacks that Wei Ying loves.

Lan WangJi writes mentally to search this recipe.

Then, with a grin he pretended he didn't had see, Wei WuXian drove Lan WangJi to the píer where some boats were for rent.

Thats how they ended up on a boat, with Wei WuXian speaking non stop about his adventures while Lan WangJi heard everything. Wei Ying seemed so pleased by his attention, that he didn't notice he stoped the boat.

Wei WuXian, "... then Jiang Cheng fell off the boat, i had to pull him and my other shidi from the lake!", then Lan WangJ looked at the sunset for a moment.

Wei Ying was so happy and pleased, so vivid and cute.

He didn't notice he had a smile until a sharp breath came from Wei Ying, so Lan WangJi look quickly back to see a two eyes wide-open gazing at him with so much focus and attention.

Wei WuXian wake up after perceiveing Lan WangJi's gaze at him, "... you smiled!", Wei Ying laughs like a child, "I've made you smile?!"

Lan WangJi smiles again, the vision bathed on the sunset light made the teenager almost ascend.

Lan WangJi, "You did."

Wei WuXian, "I bet Jiang Cheng and the others will say i am mad, you have to go with me, Lan Zhan! Or nobody is going to believe me!", he takes a step closer and closer, until he is at Lan WangJi's side and keep there. The silence is confortable, until Lan WangJi speak after a while.

Lan WangJi, "We will wake up soon."

Wei Ying looked at him, "Oh...", and smile is less brighter than before, "of course this is a dream..."

Lan WangJi, "We can continue our date later."

Wei WuXian, "Date?! Thats not a date!!!"

Lan WangJi grabbed his chin with one hand, Wei WuXian get red and start sttutering, confused about Lan WangJi's intentions, them he kisses him very softly, "It was.", and Wei Ying jump back to the front of the boat.

Wei WuXian, "Y-You...!", his face was like some of the very spice meals he eats, "You can't do that! Even if is a dream!"

Lan WangJi, "This is your dream."

Wei WuXian became silent and smaller, he whisper to himself, but Lan WangJi heard, "Then why?"

When he didn't looking, Lan WangJi moved and stoped in front of him, helping his Wei Ying to stand up. His arms hugs the smaller waist, making the teenager gasp and look at him with his confused eye.

Lan WangJi, "I love you."

Wei WuXian is in dead silence for the first time. So Lan WangJi grab his chin and kisses him gently, what at first Wei WuXian didn't wanted until he felt Wei Ying melting against him.

So they wake up on the silence of Jingshi, in GusuLan.

They stare at eachother, his husband smile brightly and finally kisses him.

Many thanks to @helljoy for the prompt, i hope you like it!

#mdzs #modaozushi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #that was fun to make #i don't if is THAT good but i triedmy best

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iwrotemyownending · 2 years

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Imagine: Giving birth to Joel Pimentel's Baby

Hello, I wanted to share this with you guys. I hope you guys like it. I want to thank all the people who have liked my work so far! I apreciate you so much. I'll take request and ideas if anyone is intrested let me know please!

Imagine: giving birth to Joel’s Baby

Genre: Pure Fluff

Pairing: Joel Pimentel x Reader (Y/N)

Words: 1963

I looked at the clock again, it was 2 am and I just couldn’t sleep. I just couldn’t get comfortable, my back hurt, my legs hurt, and I had to pee very 2 minutes. Soft snores made me look to the side, ugh lucky jerk. His chest rose and fell so calmly, his handsome face so serene. Why did he get to sleep so smoothly?

Being almost 9 months pregnant was not an easy task, and as my due date approached, I was even more and more miserable. Every task was almost impossible to do, everything required so much effort and I felt so tired all the time.

Despite the hardships, I was so beyond the moon to be a mother, I couldn’t wait to finally hold my baby in my arms. To top it off I had an amazing husband who was by my side at every step: through every morning sickness, and every weird craving, every hormonal break downs and even threw my crazed nesting phase. I had him painting and fixing the nursery like a mad man, and I’m sure I drove him crazy at times, but he never lost his patience and never argued back. I really didn’t deserve this man.

But watching him sleep so peacefully, when I couldn’t only made me angry, and I felt the urge to elbow him in the ribs to wake him up and make him suffer with me. Just as I was about to do so, I felt a sudden gush of moisture between my legs. That can’t be my water breaking I’m still 2 weeks away from my due date…its not time oh god I’m not ready for this. My heart began to race, and I couldn’t believe that all the reading I had done in the past 8 months has gone completely out the window now that I’m here. Now that I need that information. My breathing began to get crazy and at that moment the only thing I could think of was to wake up my husband.

“Babe”, I whispered. Why am I whispering I was about to elbow him not even 2 minutes ago and now I’m whispering?

“Joel”, I said loudly. He began to stir but still didn’t wake up. “BABE WAKE UP”, oh god is that a contraction I’m feeling? It can’t be its just m head plying with me.

“What, what Mami what is it?” he sat up immediately, his features slightly visible from the small amount of light coming from the clock on my side table. He had worry written all over him, and I don’t know what my face looked like but as soon as he caught my expression his concerned tripled. “Baby what is it? did you have a bad dream?”

I shook my head; my heart and my breathing were out of control. He placed his hands on my cheeks and brought my face toward his, “baby please try to calm down, slow deep breaths please Mami just relax, what’s wrong?” he placed soft sweet kisses on my lips.

“I…I think it’s time”, I double over in pain, ok Ya that was a freaking contraction. “What?” He’s looking at me in utter shock. “But its not time yet”, “I know”, I tell him. “But I don’t think the baby knows that”.

He’s the one in shock now, he’s breathing is becoming erratic. We can’t both afford to lose our shit right now at least one of us has to keep their head straight, and by the lost look in his eyes, that person is going to have be me.

“ok, well its ok we have time baby, get my bag please, call Chris and Mandy, they will let everyone else know” I started to climb out of bed, the best I could. Joel was still motionless on the bed. I walked over to his side and placed a few kisses on his head. “Baby, what’s wrong, I’m gana need you to drive me to the hospital so could you please come back to me?”, I whispered to him.

“I’m gana be a dad”, he whispered with such awe. “Yeah, silly you barely realizing it” I laughed lightly.

“What if I’m not a good dad?” he questioned, finally looking at me, I saw his eyes filled with tears.

“Joel”, I took his hands and placed them on my belly. “Can you feel that? that’s your baby and he loves you so much. Baby you already are an amazing dad, you’ve fixed our baby’s room with so much love and dedication and you’ve been so amazing though my whole pregnancy. Your baby is so lucky to have you as a dad”. The tears in his eyes had spilled over and I was sporting some of my own.

Just than another contraction hit I doubled over again and that snapped him into action. In a blur of movements, I changed into comfy and warm sweats and a sweatshirt. By the time I was ready he had my bag and purse over his shoulder the car seat in place in the car, with keys in hand he led me outside and strapped me in the seat.

“Ok I need you to hurry, it hurts oh my god this hurts so much”, I was losing my cool again at this point and even though the hospital wasn’t too far away I needed to get here now.

“I gana get you the soon hermosa, just keep breathing remember just like we practiced”, Joel’s tone was so calm and soothing but at this moment I couldn’t careless I was in so much pain.

“Breathe my ass, Pimentel I need the hospital NOW”, I was screaming by the time we pulled up to the emergency room. Some how Chris and Mandy had beaten us here. Mandy rushed to my side and opened the door.

“How you are doing hot mama?”, she took my hands and helped me out of the car, there was a nurse with a wheelchair ready for me. “I’m not doing good, oh my god I can’t do this I can’t Mandy”. I was so scared my body was shaking, “hey hey, yes you can girl you’re so strong and just think about it in a little bit you’ll have your baby in your arms and it will all be worth it”. She brushed some hair from my face, she was always such a sweet friend. Joel Rushed to my side, and carefully helped me sit on the chair. Chris took off to park the car and the rest of us were rushed inside.

“You’re doing so great Mami”, Joel whispered as he wiped some sweat from my forehead. I had been in labor for almost 6 hours, and I still needed a couple more centimeters to go. The pain has been excruciating and I feel like my body is about to give out. Joel hasn’t moved once from my side, whispering sweet words of encouragement the whole time. “Baby, you got this, you’re so strong so amazing”. He leaned into me and kissed my forehead and my cheeks. “I love you so much mi Reina”. I smiled at him and kissed his sweet full lips; I was about to return the sentiment when another contraction hit “ahhh I would say I love you too but at the moment I quite hate you…” I squeezed my eyes shut and squeezed his hand again. “Ow baby, you’re hurting my hand that’s painful”. I glared at him, “you don’t know what pain is” I glowered.

“Ok, looks like were about ready to start pushing Mrs. Pimentel”. I turned to look at Joel, I felt so scared what if something went wrong? He always seemed to be able to read my mind, placing his hands on my belly he said, “everything will be ok, this little blessing will be in our arms so soon Chiquita. I’m right here we’ll do this together ok”

“Ok here is the next contraction and I need you to push with all your strength Mrs. Pimentel”, the doctor and the nurse were all ready and waiting for me to start pushing. As the pain came, I pushed with everything I had.

I don’t know how many times I pushed or how many times Joel placed soft kisses to my temple as I screamed in pain. When everything seemed just too much to bear, I heard the loud cry of my little baby. Focusing again on everything around me I saw Joel’s expression of pure awe and happiness. “Congratulations, you have a baby boy”, said the doctor, “Dad would you like to cut the umbilical cord?”. I laughed breathlessly at his childlike over excited nod. I watched my husband cut the cord and he looked up at me. “He’s beautiful”.

As the nurse and the doctor took him to check and clean him, Joel came to my side again. “Thank you”, I whispered to him. I took his hand once more and kissed it. “I’m sorry if I hurt you”. He laughed and kissed me soundly. “Baby you could’ve ripped off my arm and hit me with it and I wouldn’t care less I feel so happy, and I’m so grateful for you. You are such an amazing woman Nena, so strong and beautiful. We’re parents!”. I smiled at him and caressed his face. “Yes, we are, and I couldn’t have done it without you by my side”. I whispered to him. As we kissed the nurse brought my baby to me. She placed him in my arms, and I couldn’t believe he was finally here. As looked at his little features he opened his eyes, and I swear I fell in love in that instant. He has his fathers’ eyes, so beautiful brown and warm.

“He’s so small”, Joel whispered as he grabbed his little fingers. “I know I whispered back. “He’s so beautiful, he’s perfect. Just like his daddy”, I said looing up at my husband, I noticed tears running down his face. “What’s wrong?” I said. He shook his head, “nothing baby im just so happy and so in love with my little family. I promise you I will be the best father I can be, and the best husband too.

“Aww sweetheart, you already are. You’ve been so amazing since the day I met you and I’m so excited to begin this new chapter together”. We kissed again and our little baby began to coo. We both looked down at him and smiled as tears ran down our face. Just then Joel’s phone began to ring.

“Hello” He laughed, “Ya, I’ll be right there”. He hung up and turned to me. “Everyone out there is going crazy they want to me the newest member of our family”. I laughed too. I can imagine Chris, Mandy, Zabdiel, Eric, Richard, Catalina, Alexa, My parents, my in-laws and just about everyone that knows us in the waiting area of the hospital.

“You better go get them than babe, before they get kicked out of the hospital all together”. Joel laughed again and he gave us both a kiss as he stepped out of the room.

“You’re in for a treat baby”, I whispered to my son, “you’re about to meet the craziest people on earth but they will love you so much. We are all going to love you and take care of you. Daddy and I will always love you and protect you I promise”. I kissed him again and looked into his alert sparkling brown eyes. My Son, I had an amazing loving husband now I had our son in my arms. I couldn’t ask more form life. I had everything I needed to be happy.

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Something is Wrong With Him and I'm Not Staying to Find Out (Chapter 8)

Book Title: Widowed Willows Word Count: 3,077 Warnings: Abuse, Almost death, Amari almost clocks Stefan in the face, Elena and Amari almost jump Damon, Caroline is in pain DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT! YOU MAY REBLOG BUT DON'T REPOST! Story Master List | Previous Part | Next Part Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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"Look at you, honey, getting all prettified for your date," Amari teased, and though Elena wasn't looking at her she knew there was a smirk on her face. She, Elena, and Bonnie were at her house getting ready for tonight's founders' party at the Lockwood's Mansion.

Elena rolled her eyes, smiling nonetheless as Bonnie smiled brightly looking between her friends, "You two seem happy-ish."

"I'm high," Amari shrugged, ignoring the glare Elena sent her. Taking a seat next to Amari, Elena smiles in reassurance before turning to Bonnie, "We're getting there, tonight's gonna be a good night, but don't let that stop you from telling us whatever you wanted."

Bonnie hesitated, staying silent for a moment glancing between her friends before a small sigh escaped her lips, "How bout I tell you in the morning? I don't want to ruin the night"

"No, speak," Amari demanded, narrowing her eyes with an expectant look on her face. Bonnie sighed in defeat glancing between the girls and exclaimed, " Okay, but it has to go in the vault. Caroline will kill me if it gets back to Damon she squealed."

Amari and Elena both share a look before looking back at Bonnie nodding their heads in agreement. Bonnie sighed as she informed, " Apparently, Stefan had a very interesting back story. You know what happened with his ex-girlfriend Katherine?"

"We know they both dated her and that's why they have issues," Elena replied crossing her arms over her chest, Amari nodded her head in agreement. She heard the same thing from Stefan a couple of days ago.

Bonnie shook her head and explained, " Yeah, only she chose Damon and that drove Stefan mad, so, he did horrible things to try and break them up. He manipulated Katherine, he filled her head with all these lies until it worked and she turned against Damon."

"That sounds like one side of the story, Damon's." Amari scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. She knew Stefan, that isn't something he'd do. Elena shifted in her seat uncomfortably, even though Stefan wasn't like that there was also a chance that Damon was telling the truth as the two didn't know each other that well.

" I just wanted you to know" Bonnie quickly said holding her hands up in mock surrender causing Elena to groan in frustration. Amari sighed, playing with her fingers, and said, "Doesn't matter, his past relationships are none of my business"

Bonnie hummed rolling her eyes and turning back to paint her nails as she sarcastically added in, "Unless he's a calculating, manipulative liar. That is your business"

Elena narrowed her eyes at her best friend and sternly told her, "Stefan is none of those things."

"Yeah?" Bonnie asked with a disbelief look on her face raising her eyebrows at the brunette, " How do you know?"

"It just doesn't sound like Stefan," Amari huffed, glancing around in thought. "He's compassionate, kind, loyal. He doesn't sound anything like the guy Damon is trying to make him out to be."

Elena nodded her head in agreement, they both didn't believe anything the eldest Salvatore said. They knew he wanted to get under his skin, to cause problems.

A few minutes later, Amari was curling Bonnie's hair while Elena was fixing her makeup, and a comfortable silence set. Elena flinched, messing up her lip gloss, she reached for her phone. "Hello, Mrs. Lockwood."

"Hi, Mrs. Mayor," Amari screeched, making Bonnie hold in a laugh with Elena shaking her head and walking out the bathroom.

After a moment, Elena charged through the bathroom and opened the other door leading to Jeremy's room. Elena's jaw clenched, snatching the headphones off her brother's head. "The pocket watch, where is it?"

"What watch?" Jeremy asked glaring at his sister, she stood in front of him with her eyebrows raised and a determined look on her face as she replied, "The one you stole from mom's box. Mrs. Lockwood just called me freaking out. It was on the list, Jeremy, she can't find it and thinks she lost it."

Amari huffed as she slammed her forehead against the doorframe, her arms dangling loosely in front of her. Jeremy shrugged his shoulders carelessly and said, " Maybe she did, maybe Tyler took it"

"Don't play that card, you took it!" Elena exclaimed throwing her arms in the air in disbelief and narrowing her eyes at her brother, "If I go online, am I gonna find it on eBay? Is that how you pay for your pot?"

Amari yanked Elena back by her shoulder, sending a warning glare to her, and called out. "Back off!"

Elena scoffed before turning to face Jeremy who stood up angrily as he pulled the pocket watch from his pocket and growled, " Screw you! I would never sell this, okay?"

"Then why would you take it?" Elena curiously asked, taking the watch in her hands. Amari sighed knowing exactly why he took the pocket watch in the first place. "Because it's supposed to be his," She explained, voice barely above a whisper, "Your dad said it goes to the firstborn son, his father gave it to him."

Elena's eyes widened in realization turning to look at Jeremy and mumbled, "and he was going to give it to you."

Sighing at the nod from Jeremy, Elena tilted her head at him, "It's still yours ok? Mom promised her, what do you want me to do?"

"Just take it and get out" Jeremy snapped putting his headphones back on causing Elena to look down at the watch with a frown on her face. Before she could walk out of the room, Amari snatched it out of her hand as she chuckled, " I think Mrs. Lockwood will be just fine without it. We'll just make an excuse or something."

Elena nodded her head watching her friend place it on the computer desk before walking out of the room with Elena.

Later on that evening, the Lockwood mansion was packed with the people of mystic falls greeting Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood before heading inside the mansion. Amari had her arm looped with Jenna's wearing a black suit as they walked up the stairs. The curly brunette sighed as she glanced at her aunt and quietly asked, "You think Lena will notice if we ditch?"

"Too late," Jenna snorted in amusement shaking her head at the girl's antics. The strawberry blonde gestured towards Carol Lockwood who was making her way over towards the two with a beaming smile on her face, her husband following after her.

"Amari, you look wonderful," Carol greeted the dark-skinned girl with a smile on her face as she pressed a kiss to her cheek causing Amari to send her a small smile and respond, "Thank you"

Richard smiled at the two girls before a frown appeared on his face, " Tyler's here with Vicki, but he told us he'd be coming with you."

Amari awkwardly shared a look with Jenna before turning to face the older couple and explaining, "We aren't on speaking terms."

"Well, thank you for coming." Mayor Lockwood invited the two girls in who smiled in response making their way into the mansion as Jenna nudged the girl beside her and muttered, "Well that was awkward"

Jenna and Amari wondered around looking at the relics from the founders of the town. The curly brunette stood staring at her adoptive parents' wedding rings in a daze when Jenna grabbed her hand squeezing it in reassurance, "They would be so proud of you, Amari."

"You think so? I can't even help look after my siblings, let alone myself. Miranda would know what to do," Amari rambled, spacing out for a minute before turning to Jenna with a smile. "I'm gonna look for Elena, I'll find you in a bit." Jenna nodded her head watching her leave in concern.

Out of the three, Amari was the most sensitive about their death. She blamed herself but now, Jenna could see she was trying to move on. Trying to get back into the things that she was interested in before Miranda and Grayson died.

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Amari was walking around the mansion when she saw Elena talking to Stefan making her sigh as she made her way towards the couple with a smile on her face, " Lena, you bitch. I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Bunny, don't you look pretty" Elena greeted her friend with a smile as she checked out the suit she was wearing before turning her attention back to the original founders' party guest registry.

"The founding families of Mystic falls welcome you to the inaugural founders' council celebration. It's the original guest registry"

Amari moved to stand between Stefan and Elena as she scanned the names on the list. She spoke, with a tilt of her head and squinted eyes, "Look at all these familiar names. William Forbes, Benjamin Lockwood, is that Damon and Stefan Salvatore?"

"What?" Elena asked in surprise looking between her friend and her boyfriend with a confused expression on her face. Before she could say anything, Damon and Caroline walked into the room and the eldest Salvatore brother spoke up, "The original Salvatore brothers, our ancestors. Tragic story, actually."

Amari sighed with a sarcastic smile on her face as she turned to face Damon," Great, you're here" causing Stefan to smile in amusement while Damon faked a hurt look placing his hand against his chest, " Oh, come on, princess, don't be like that"

"We don't need to bore them with stories of the past," Stefan stated narrowing his eyes at his brother and ignoring the pet name. The raven-haired male smirked, raising his eyebrows in response when Elena turned her attention to her boyfriend and softly told him, "It's not boring, Stefan. I'd love to hear more about your family"

Stefan stiffened slightly which didn't go unnoticed by Amari who frowned in concern. Before she could comment on it, Caroline spoke up with a smile on her face, "Well, I'm bored. I wanna dance and Damon won't dance with me. Can I just borrow your date?"

Stefan smiled kindly as Elena stuttered over her words trying to find an excuse but the youngest Salvatore brother didn't want to leave Damon alone with either Amari or Elena as he shook his head and stated, "I don't dance."

Damon scoffed in disbelief with a smirk on his face as he interrupted his brother and informed the three girls, "Sure he does. You should see him, waltz, jitterbug, the moonwalk. He does it all."

"You wouldn't mind, would you, Elena?" Caroline questioned the eldest twin with her eyebrows raised causing the brunette to shake her head with a forced smile on her face and told her, "It's up to Stefan"

Caroline beamed at the Salvatore brother as she took his arm, before she could say anything Amari grabbed her wrist. She gave Caroline a forced smile, "If he doesn't wanna dance, then he doesn't wanna dance."

"If you wanna have a partner so badly," Amari sighed, already regretting this when Caroline grinned and Elena snorted. "Then you can dance with me."

Stefan smiled, he could see the discomfort on Amari's face at the thought of dancing. "It's ok, I'll dance with her."

Ignoring the sigh of relief from Amari, Caroline dragged the youngest Salvatore out of the room and towards the dance floor. Amari looked between Elena and Damon with a sigh before clearing her throat, " I'm gonna look for Jenna, no doubt she'll be at the bar drinking herself to death."

Elena chuckled in amusement watching her Amari send the "I'm watching you" to Damon before walking away. He chuckled at her before turning to Elena.

Later that night, Amari was in the bathroom fixing her makeup. She had left Jenna alone with Logan who was quite persistent for the strawberry blonde to give him another chance. The curly-brunette was in the bathroom re-applying her chapstick when Caroline walked into the bathroom smiling at her best friend and asked, "You having fun?"

"Yeah, if having fun means watching Jenna insult Logan Fell. I had to stop her from smashing a plate on his head" Amari said with a chuckle, causing Caroline to snort at her friend's words.

Caroline leaned towards the mirror putting some lipgloss on when Amari frowned at the bite mark that peeked out from the scarf she was wearing, "What is that?"

Caroline hummed in confusion turning to look at the curly-brunette with her eyebrows raised. Amari's eyes widened as she moved the scarf from her best friend's neck causing Caroline to jump away from her touch and sternly told her, "Don't."

The Taylor-Gilbert ignored the blonde as she moved the scarf away from her neck revealing a brutal bite mark on her neck. "Bear, what the fuck happened?"

The blonde moved away from Amari as she readjusts the scarf shrugging her shoulders casually and told her, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Amari scoffed in disbelief, narrowing her eyes at the Forbes girl, and exclaimed, "Either you're into some really kinky shit or somebody hurt you." She glared, Caroline immediately shook her head as she stuttered over her words, " No, it's nothing, it's just, my mom would kill me."

The dark-skinned girl frowned in concern staring at Caroline but another bite mark caught her eye that was hidden by the shawl she was wearing. Amari's eyes darken as she narrowed them at the blonde and questioned, "Did Damon hurt you?"

"No, of course not" Caroline quickly cut her off with her eyes widened and glancing around. Attempting to push Amari away from her when she tried to look at the marks again, She snapped, "Just leave me alone, okay? God."

Amari scoffed raising her eyebrows and watching Caroline grab her purse before storming out of the bathroom. She sighed as she grabbed her chapstick, placed it in her pocket, and headed out of the bathroom in search of Damon Salvatore who she spotted him outside.

Amari's brown eyes narrowed at Damon as she stormed towards the eldest Salvatore with a cold look on her face. Shoving his chest harshly and looking at him in disgust as she hissed, "You're fucking insane! You stay away from Caroline or I'll kick your ass. Stay away from her, stay away from Elena, and stay away from me!"

Not even waiting for a response, the girl turned to search for Elena and Stefan who were dancing on the dance floor looking like they were having a heated argument. Amari sighed, rolling her eyes and making her way towards them, "I need to talk to you"

Elena and Stefan exchanged a confused look following after their friend who led them away from the crowd, "You need to sort your brother out before I do it for you! What kind of person does that!"

"Whoa, what are you talking about? What did he do?" Elena asked in confusion seeing how angry Amari was. She practically shook in rage as she narrowed her eyes at Stefan and explained, "There are bruises all over Caroline's body, bite marks. And he's got her all confused and messed up in the head."

Elena gasped in shock, glancing at Stefan who sighed looking down at the floor before glancing between the girls. "You don't look surprised" the brunette stated.

"I'm handling it" Stefan replied crossing his arms over his chest with a shrug of a shoulder. Both Amari and Elena scoffed in disbelief as the younger girl exclaimed, "Handling it? Stefan, you should be having him arrested."

Stefan went silent for a moment before glancing between the Gilberts, "Girls please, I, I don't expect you to understand."

Elena scoffed in disbelief, a fake smile on her face, and stated, "We don't understand anything, Stefan. So why don't you just clear it up for us."

"Something is wrong with him," Amari shook her head, glancing around before glaring at Stefan, "And I'm not staying to find out."

"Look, there are things you don't know, okay? Things that I want to tell you both but I can't and I may never be able to and I just need you to trust me." Stefan softly told them causing Amari to shake her head with a saddened look on her face, " I told you trust is earned, we can't just magically hand it over."

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"She took it off and I got flustered, okay? I didn't know what to say but I swear, I did not tell her, I just told her that you didn't mean to hurt me."

Caroline cried out, shaking in fear as the raven-haired vampire was dragging her away from the party. Damon had his jaw clenched together tightly in anger remembering when the dark-skinned girl had cornered him about the marks she had found on her best friend's body.

Damon stared at the blonde in front of him circling her until he was standing behind her with his hands on her hips. The raven-haired vampire pulled her close to his body as he breathed out heavily pushing her blonde hair away from her neck and whispered, "You make me crazy, you know that? It's okay, I forgive you"

"I swear, I didn't say…" Caroline started to say shaking her head only for Damon to cut her off as he shushed her and quietly told her, "It's okay. Unfortunately, I am so over you now"

Pressing sensual kisses to her neck before pulling back showing his fangs and biting viciously causing Caroline to let out an ear-shattering scream. Amari furrowed her eyebrows as she made her way down the stairs and towards the lake where she spotted Caroline on the floor.

"Holy fuck, Caroline," Amari's eyes widened in shock at the same bite mark that's all over her body. Caroline glanced around in confusion, picking up the crystal necklace that was on the ground before turning to stare at Amari with tears in her eyes, "You okay, bear?"

The blonde nodded her head with tearful eyes, her voice cracking as she softly told her, "yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine"

Amari sent a sympathized look to Caroline as her body was shaking in terror. She wrapped her arms around the blonde, pulling her into her lap and stroking her hair as she attempted to calm the Forbes girl, "You'll be alright, Bear. I won't let him hurt you, not anymore."

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possessive / tsireya is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

ಇ new message from: anonymous. hello, can I request tsireya's female mate is quiet and shy, and just spends most of her time with tsireya. so, when the sully's arrive, one of them tries to get close to the reader romantically, but tsireya is having none of it. becoming, a bit possessive of her mate, showing off that reader is her's only.

ಇ current game. when tsireya sees you getting closer to lo'ak, she makes sure that she lets him know that you're hers only.

ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, aged up! tsireya, fem! metkayina! reader, jealous! tsireya, face sitting, oral (tsireya rec), fingering (tsireya rec), slight angst + fluff ending. words. 1.1k.

ಇ slang. iknimaya ( right of passage ) + tewng ( loincloth ).

ಇ things to note. happy kinktober everyone!! i’m so excited as this is my first kinktober event. this is my first fxf smut i ever wrote so let me know if you guys like it and want to see more. had this request sitting in my google tasks list for the longest so when this event came up, i thought it would be good to get it done!! : masterlist / kinktober masterlist / previous fic / taglist

Tsireya couldn't focus on the task as she watched you put your hands on Lo'ak’s chest as you taught him how to hold his breath longer.

Neteyam gave up on trying to focus Tsireya’s attention and moved over to where Rotxo was teaching Kiri. She continued watching as she bit down on her bottom lip and watched you and Lo’ak talk, her ears flickered when your sweet laughter filled the air.

Tsireya didn’t expect you to hit it off with him so well since you were always quiet and stayed to yourself so seeing you laughing up a storm with him was weird to her.

It made her feel an emotion she never felt before because it’s always been just you and her.

Before she had nothing to worry about, many people showed interest in you even after the two of you started dating but you always turned them down.

‘I’m sure whatever he just said ain’t that funny,’ she thought to herself rolling her eyes, almost tempted to interrupt the two of you but decided to just walk away so she wouldn’t say something rude.

Going on a walk really made Tsireya clear her mind on the situation, she had no reason to be jealous because you’d never leave her for someone else.

Lo’ak and you were just two friends getting to know each other and nothing more would happen between the two of you.

Soon things will go back to normal where you normally stick to her side most of the time and she will have you all to herself.

Time has passed since then and the Sully’s have learned the way of the people and passed their iknimaya’s. The friendship between you and Lo’ak became more robust than ever and you spent every day with him which drove Tsireya crazy.

“Come on Reya, there’s nothing going on between me and Lo’ak!” You voiced as you looked to where she stood. “Don’t you trust me?” You questioned.

“I trust you but not him, he’s looking for something more, [Name],” she fired out as she furrowed her eyebrow bones together. Her tone had you squeezing your thighs together to give your core the attention it needed. You had never seen her this mad before, she was always so sweet.

Although her tone was making you feel aroused, you still didn’t like how she was acting. You and Lo’ak were just friends, she had nothing to worry about. “How would you know he wants something more!” You shoot back as you watch Tsireya’s eyes widen.

She felt a bit hurt that you couldn’t just trust her intuition, she knows Lo’ak’s intentions are more than he let on. “How can you not see it?” She questioned.

“When the whole group is together and there are other places open to sitting, he sits right next to you, the way he’d act as if it was a mistake that his hand happens to brush against yours.” She continued on as she mentioned how he’s always looking at you when no one is looking.

Tsireya could feel the tears filling her eyes but she blinked them back. She couldn’t see a future without you and didn’t want to experience losing you.

Your gaze softens when you see her fight back tears and slowly walk over to her taking her hands into yours, rubbing the back of her palm softly.

“If you want me to stop talking to Lo’ak, I won’t and will keep my distance.” you offer letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“I think I have a better idea, you don’t have to stop talking to him, he just needs to know you’re mine,” Tsireya smirks as she starts to fondle with the strings of her tewng and once she loosens it, she discards it to the side.

“I want you to lay down on your back, f’me.” She demands and a flustered smile reaches your face as you do what you were told.

Tsireya positioned herself with her knees on either side of your head, her pretty pussy completely exposed to you. Your soft hands wrapped around her thighs and lowered her dripping pussy to your lips.

Tsireya looked down at the sight below her, it made her feel happy that she was the only one whom she could do this with, it made her almost want to come right there. You rub your thighs together to give some attention to your core as you smell her sweet arousal.

“Stay like that f’me, baby,” you mumbled against her inner thigh. She takes a deep breath as she nods her head in response, not a second longer you tug her down right onto your mouth.

“Shit,” she moaned out. She couldn’t help herself but grind her hips, fucking herself on your tongue as her hands traveled to her breasts, kneading them as she continued to ride your face. You moan against her clit, sending vibrations through her entire body.

“You’re making me feel so good…” she choked out as she pressed closer to your face and continued to fuck herself on your tongue.

Your tongue moved from her pussy and pulled her clit into your mouth, suckling on it greedily, making circles around it with your tongue, flickering it every so often. She threw her head back as she let out a pornographic moan.

“Fuck, [Name]!” she cried out. Her eyes clenched closed as her hips buckled faster and faster, the coil in her stomach so close to snapping as her toes curled. “I’m so fucking close, please make me cum…” she mewled as her eyes focused on you as you continued suckling on her clit, you slide two fingers into her dripping pussy.

She began to fuck herself onto your fingers as she lets out soft but loud moans that could be heard by anyone that walked by.

With another flick to her bud, the coil in her stomach snaps as her body slumps, and her legs tremble as she releases all over your mouth and fingers.

Your tongue laps up her sweet juices as she catches her breath. Your moan sends another vibration through her body, her oversensitive clit throbs.

“I forgot how good you taste,” you said as she removed herself from on top of you, letting out a low chuckle, and fixed herself to lay her head on your chest.

“I missed this,” Tsireya murmured softly as you rubbed her arm. “You have no reason to get jealous, I’m only yours just as you’re all mine.” You say as you use your index finger to motion her head to look up at you.

“No one can get in between that, do you hear me?” You questioned as a smile spread across your face and she nodded her head in agreement as she snuggled in closer to you as you kissed her forehead.

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Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 37: Scary Love

After what seemed like eternity, we arrived at Teterbero Airport. The whole car ride was painfully silent, with everyone except for Joanna being upset for one reason or another. Joanna herself kept quiet. Not even she wanted to do anything to risk causing another huge argument. I almost wished she did. A part of me hated the silence. But I was still mad at Ned, Betty, and MJ and I really didn’t want to talk to them at that moment.

We entered the airport through a checkpoint that was suspiciously unguarded. I figured Cyclops knew that was going to be the case, because he kept on driving without saying anything. During the drive, I did a quick google search on Teterbero Airport itself. The weight limit for aircraft to land in and take off from there was 100,000 pounds. Because of that, I expected the plane provided to us to be relatively small. However, what I didn’t expect to see was a super large jet hovering some feet off the ground while its loading ramp opened. I stared at the plane, taking in the shape of it as we approached.

“…Cyclops, is that us?” Frictor asked, breaking the seemingly eternal silence.

“It is,” he replied.

“Nah, seriously, is it?” Joanna chimed in from the back. “Because that’s a whole Airbus.”

As we got closer, I realized that it was, indeed, an Airbus – an A380 to be exact. There were different modifications to it from what I saw. Instead of a glossy finish, it was a dark gray color that almost looked like matte paint. Instead of four engines, the plane had six – two on each wing, and one on each horizontal stabilizer, which themselves looked larger than normal. The engines were integrated with the wings and stabilizers and pointed downward as it hovered. This plane was modified for VTOL functions, I realized. As a matter of fact, the engines were using Stark’s repulsor technology.

Cyclops kept driving towards the plane. With a bit of a turn, he drove into the back of the aircraft. After putting the SUV in park, he cut off the ignition. Waiting right in the back was Happy Hogan, was busy eating a sandwich.

“Time to get out,” Cyclops declared. We all stepped out of the vehicle. “Hello, Hogan. Thanks for delivering the jet.” Happy looked at us. Realizing that Ned, Betty, and MJ were there, he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek for a moment as he gave a Cyclops a glare.

“So, you want to tell me why you have these kids here?” he demanded.

“I promise you, I’m as upset about it as you are, if not more,” Cyclops remarked. “They snuck into our bunker to meet us, due to their worry for and about Spider-Man. And since we don’t have time to take them back home, they’re coming on this mission with us.”

Happy looked at me. “…And you’re okay with this?”

“I’m over the moon about it,” I sneered. “I enjoy having those close to me putting themselves in potentially dangerous situations.”

“Can we move on from this subject?” Joanna interjected.

Happy moved his gaze towards her. “And who are you?”

Joanna shrugged in response. “I’m just a woman on a gig.”

“And I’m a woman with questions,” Shadowcat spoke up. “Or rather, I’m a woman with one question – why were we given an Airbus? We’re trying to be discreet, and this… this is the opposite of discreet!”

“Au contraire,” Happy interjected. He took a moment to finish his sandwich. Once he was done, he dusted hands off. “Sorry about that. Anyway, this jet is quite discreet. This plane has been modified with the same tech SHIELD uses for their helicarriers. I’m talking ultra-reflective panels to keep us invisible in the sky, radar cloaking, radar absorbing materials, you name it. Once we’re in the air, we might as well have disappeared off of the face of the earth. Anyway, lower level has this bay for vehicles, a lounging area with adjustable seats that could be used as beds, and showers. I just hope you got bedding items, because, unfortunately, we couldn’t grab any in time.”

“Of course,” Frictor quipped. “Wouldn’t want us to be flying too luxuriously, right?”

Happy took a moment to glare at Frictor before he continued talking. “The upper deck has a kitchen – which is actually fully stocked – and a lab with a Stark Industries Fabricator in case you guys need to make any new equipment.”

I raised my eyebrows underneath the mask. “You guys got a new one?” I inquired.

“Yeah, we did,” Happy confirmed. “The original might’ve been destroyed, but we always keep blueprints as backup.”

“Good to know.”

“I think we talked long enough,” Cyclops interrupted. “Hogan, thank you. You can hit the hay early. I’ll be from flying from here.”

“Are you sure?” Hogan queried. “It’s no problem for me to fly. At least let me take the last half.”

Cyclops paused for a moment. He then nodded. “Okay.” He then turned towards the rest of us. “You all have 15 minutes to get situated. Then we’re out.”

We all nodded. Frictor walked towards the SUV, opened up the driver door, and reached inside of the vehicle. A moment later, the rear door of the Suburban lifted up. I, along with the rest of the X-Men and Joanna, moved to the back of the SUV and gathered our stuff. We then headed through the door to the lounging area.

If I was in a better mood, I would have been blown away. The floor was covered in thick beige carpet. The seats were dark brown. From what I could tell, they seemed to be high quality futons. And they, indeed, looked adjustable. In the center of the room was what looked like a hologram projector. Off to a corner was a small fridge filled with drinks behind a small bar table.

“Well, for six hours or so, we’re living lavish,” Frictor commented.

“Yeah, Craig,” Ned chimed in. “It looks almost better than your apartment.” Everybody one else looked straight at Ned with a glare. He looked around at all of us. “…What did I do?”

“You just said Frictor’s real first name, you dipshit!” MJ yelled.

At that, Ned scoffed. “But, everyone here knows his name!”

“…I didn’t,” Joanna informed. “You just exposed him.”

Ned’s eyes went wide before he looked at Frictor. A look of remorse took over his face. “Dude, I’m sorry! I’m so, SO, sorry! I’ll make it up to you! You like Legos, right?”

Frictor didn’t say anything at first. He just glared at Ned for several seconds. Betty nervously stepped in front of Ned protectively. “Well, no point in wearing this during the trip,” Frictor grumbled as he pulled up his mask and pulled down his hood.

Shadowcat sighed as she grabbed her mask. “I can’t exactly leave him alone on that boat.” She pulled it off before she turned towards Joanna. “I’m Katherine.”

Underneath my mask, I rolled my eyes. I then grabbed the bottom of my masked and pulled it off. I looked towards Joanna. “Peter. My name is Peter.”

Joanna looked at all of us, her mouth slightly ajar. She then closed her mouth and shook her head. “…You guys would really go down in flames for each other. I respect that.” She then looked at MJ, Ned, and Betty. “…But I’m starting to wonder if it would be wise to go straight to California now instead of dropping them off.”

“Yeah, me too!” Craig hollered as he walked away from us and towards a chair. He sat on it with a huff. “But I want to save Carmilla as soon as possible, so we’ll have to bear with them.”

“I’m heading to the cockpit,” Scott announced.

As he walked away, I took my stuff and walked over to a seat, sparing one last glare towards Ned as I did so.

“…One dysfunctional family, huh?” Happy Hogan commented.

“Shut up, Hogan!” Everyone else, myself included, shouted back.

I heard him grumble under his breath about getting no respect. It almost made me chuckle.

Almost.

Fifteen minutes later, we were up in the air. I wanted to get some sleep. And I did try. However, I was still upset that Ned, Betty, and MJ were on this trip. And I was still upset about the argument. I couldn’t sleep. So, after about two hours, I gave up. I stood up and looked around. Everyone was sleeping. Ned and Betty were in one seat, which was reclined back by about 45 degrees. Ned had his left arm around Betty as she snuggled him.

“Good for them,” I deadpanned under my breath.

I looked around until I spotted MJ. She had her seat positioned in a way that allowed her to fully lie down. Slowly and quietly, I approached her until I was standing right next to her. I saw her shiver. She was cold. I frowned. I was still mad at her, but I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. I slowly removed my jacket and kneeled down as I gently placed it over her. I then placed a light kiss on her forehead before I stood up and walked away.

It took me a while, but I managed to find my way to the upper deck. I took a moment to take in the kitchen – a full on kitchen with burners, fridges, and all. But that wasn’t what I was looking for. I walked over to the lab and made my way to the fabricator. It was exactly like the one that was in the jet that Happy picked me up in back in the Netherlands. It came in real handy since I had to make a new suit to take on Mysterio. I had a feeling I might need a new one – not just for this mission, but for Scorpion. I took a deep breath before I stepped up to the machine.

I started working on the suit for a while, and I started to hit dead end after dead end over what to do. I didn’t want to get too fancy with the tech. But, at the same time, I wanted it to be rather sturdy. And, I was at a loss.

“There you are,” a voice said.

I looked over my shoulder to see MJ walking up to me, wearing the jacket I blanketed over her. A part of me wanted to walk up to her and hug her. Another part of me wanted to give her the cold shoulder. I wasn’t over our argument from earlier, but I didn’t want her to go. Internally, I sighed, wondering if this was what MJ felt like after she was told the truth about The Spell.

“Hey Em,” I said quietly.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked. I shook my head. “What you doing?”

I turned my head back towards the fabricator. “I’m… I’m working on a new suit. I figured I could use an upgrade.” MJ came to a stop to the right of me. She looked down at the fabricator.

“Mind if I help?” MJ asked.

“…Sure,” I replied.

She looked over the display, taking in the holograms that showed the designs I had so far. She nodded. “Well, you have the basics down. …What are you trying to accomplish?”

“I just need something that’s sturdy enough to take hits from bullets and bombs, but not too heavy for me not to move around in.”

“Yeah, last thing I want you to do is walk around looking like a toddler with too many clothes on.” I turned my head and gave her a halfhearted glare. She looked at me and smirked slightly. I scoffed as I shook my head and looked forward.

“…I don’t have that much in the way of ideas,” I admitted with a sigh. “I thought about using Kevlar with a titanium alloy but… I wanted something lighter than a titanium alloy and I’m not sure a metal like that exists yet.”

MJ made a noncommittal noise with her throat. We remained quiet for some moments. I looked down at the display of the fabricator before I sighed. This was something I should have thought about days ago. But there I was with probably the most technologically advanced piece of crafting equipment on Earth and I was at a loss at what to do with it. I was about ready to give up and try and get some sleep.

“…Or maybe there is,” MJ spoke up. I looked at her.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I remember a while back, Stark Industries worked with some researchers from Pohang University of Science and Technology, or POSTECH – that’s in South Korea. Anyways, the researchers were making a steel aluminum alloy that’s a lot lighter than stainless steel but as strong as titanium alloys.”

I nodded as I smiled. “That could work.” I waved my hands across the display and looked up the many substances that were in its database. I finally found one that seemed to match the description. “Postechnium.” I raised my eyebrows briefly as I nodded my head. “Well, at least this name isn’t a try-hard acronym.”

From there, MJ and I worked on the suit. I added the usual bells and whistles – an operating system that could house an A.I., an HUD in the mask, lenses… basically, it was like the suit Tony made me, minus the drone. I wanted to use the drone, but Michelle argued against it – she wanted the chest piece to be as solid as possible. Once we were done, we looked down at the display, seeing a full color preview of what the suit would look like. What would normally have been red was chrome, and what normally would be blue was black.

“It looks sleek,” MJ commented. “It might still be a bit heavy, though, even with the Postechnium.”

“I’ve lifted heavier,” I replied. From the corner of my eye, I saw her look at me.

“How strong are you?”

I took a moment to think about it. “…The most I ever lifted, from what I can tell, is 10 tons. I don’t know if I can lift more than that, and I’m not sure I want to find out.”

“Why not?”

“Because last time I lifted that much weight, I was trapped underneath a building that was collapsed on me.”

“Jesus Christ, Peter!”

I sighed. “I wanted to prove myself to Tony Stark. I wanted to prove that I was ready to take on an Avenger level threat so I could become an Avenger. And I did. But, right before the press conference to announce me as the new addition to the team, I turned him down. It was one thing when the Avenger level threat is some crazed robot taking over a foreign country or some alien force invading the planet. But… I realized I’m living in a world where the next big time threat could be someone who doesn’t look that much different from the person you pass by on the street on a normal day, if at all.”

“And that’s why you stayed local,” MJ stated.

I nodded. “It is.” I turned towards her and smiled wryly. “Though, it balances out. I used to find it weird how, in alien invasion movies, New York would be the first place targeted half of the time. But, nowadays, I’m thinking Hollywood was ahead of their time.”

At that, MJ scoffed as she shook her head. “Life imitates art, huh?” She took in a breath before she looked me straight in the eye. A certain look came over her face. I frowned. I knew she wanted to talk about earlier back at the bunker. “…Peter… can we talk?”

We’re talking now. That’s what I wanted to say. But I kept quiet. Instead, I nodded. It wasn’t the time for me to be smart at the mouth.

“…About earlier,” MJ began. She bit her lip as she went quiet for a bit. She took in a breath. “…Peter, I know Ned, Betty, and I coming along was stupid. I know that. I’m not sorry for that. But I am sorry for throwing The Spell back in your face. I… I didn’t mean to… it’s just…” She sighed as she looked downward towards the ground. “…I understand why you did what you did in regards to The Spell. And I don’t really hold it against you. But…” She raised her head looked me back in the eye. There was a look of… Well, it was a look of a few things. I saw sadness. I saw frustration. I even saw a bit of anger. None of it seemed towards me, however. “…Peter, you scare me at times. Because while I think it was stupid of you to keep your distance from Ned and I to keep us safe, I can’t ignore how much love you have for us… for me… to go that far to protect us. And knowing that…”

“…You think I’d go to Doctor Strange for another spell?” I murmured as my eyebrows furrowed up.

“No.” MJ paused. “…Well, yes, in a way. I just…” Her voice started to crack. My expression softened. I wanted to tell her that we could talk about it at a later time, but she continued on. “I know there isn’t anything in the world you wouldn’t do for the people you love. And because of that, I have this constant fear in the back of my mind that you’ll do something drastic when push comes to shove. I’m sorry. I don’t like having that fear, but it’s there. And… I don’t want to lose you again.”

I didn’t say anything at first. I digested what she said. I couldn’t blame her for feeling that way. She was right. I couldn’t deny it if I wanted to. Even before The Spell, there was me ditching Liz Allan so I could take on Toomes without her getting involved, me handing the glasses off to Mysterio since I believed the world would be a better place if he was Iron-Man’s successor, and even me turning down becoming a full-time Avenger for the sake of keeping New York safe.

“…You’re right,” I admitted. “I’m still mad at you, but you’re right.”

MJ nodded. “That’s fair.”

I sighed. “Come here.” I held my arms apart. MJ stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my abdomen. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and held her tight against me. “I’m not going to tell you that I won’t do anything that drastic again because, honestly, I’d fight Thanos again if it meant you being safe. But I will say that I’ll try to be smarter about it. And remember, I already promised you – no more secrets. So if I do have to do something crazy again, I will tell you. Just promise me you’ll do the same for me. Because, MJ, you scare me, too.”

MJ pulled away from me and gave me a smirk. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I that dangerous to the man who can lift ten tons?” she mocked.

“Yes, you are!” I replied matter-of-factly. “…You… you see someone like me. You see how dangerous my life could be. And yet, despite the fact that you don’t have powers, military or secret agent training, or the like, you see my life and decided ‘You know what? This is where I want to be’.” I chuckled as I shook my head. “You… other than Aunt May, no one has every cared for me that much. And it drives me crazy. I’m so afraid that you’ll do something drastic for my sake and get hurt because of it. But I’m just as afraid of what my life would be like without you.”

MJ gave me a lopsided smile. She then bowed and tilted her head as she placed her lips against mine. I returned the kiss. This one was long and slow. During the kiss, I felt my anger towards MJ dissipate. After several moments, we broke the kiss, and MJ placed her forehead against mine.

“…We’re a couple of idiots, aren’t we?” MJ whispered.

“American Idiots, to be exact,” I whispered back in agreement.

“….I blame Ned.”

“So do I.”

We pulled apart and looked at each other. We both pressed our lips together and tried to hold back our laughter. And we both failed. We laughed for at least a couple of minutes, both out of humor and relief. I was okay. MJ was okay. We were okay. We finally stopped laughing, though we were both still smiling. I reached out and took her hand with mine. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze before she looked towards hologram of the suit we worked on.

“So… are these the colors you’re settling on?” MJ asked.

“…I don’t know,” I replied as I shrugged my shoulders. “I mean, I love the chrome and black. But I’m not married to it.” I looked towards the hologram. “You have any ideas?”

I looked at MJ as she tilted her head in thought. She then looked down and grabbed the pendant of Black Dahlia necklace. “…How about a dark burgundy chrome instead straight chrome?”

I smiled. “I can do that.”

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edensrose · 2 years

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Hello my favorite writer! If you have time, could you write to Yandere Thranduil x pregnant reader wife who is trying to escape from hers so that her son does not grow up with a father like him? 🤗 I apologized in advance if this makes you uncomfortable or something :(

ps: i love your writing its just amazing please never stop writing 😅❤

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!thranduil ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. you had accepted that you would never escape the elvenking's madness — but what happens when you discover you are now carrying his child who may grow up in a broken home? ( dark themes ៸៸ yandere content ៸៸ pregnancy ៸៸ possessive behaviour ៸៸ violence ( not towards reader or child ) ៸៸ toxic relationship ៸៸ dark themes in general viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. istg hearing that I'm people's favourite writer makes me gush so HARD 💕 thanks sm for the support love! hope you enjoy, translations in the comments!

ʚ You had come to a point in your relationship with Thranduil where you eventually accepted all of the madness and inescapable darkness. What point was there to protest? It only led to suffering - and he had demonstrated time and time again that there was no where you could run, no where you could hide; each and every time he would find you and drag you straight back to him. You had quite literally become his perfect little wife, bending to his every whim and appeasing him at all costs. A doll, if you will

ʚ However, this mindset all changed the day that you discovered your pregnancy. At first you didn’t want to admit it, to simply deny and pray to every divine being imaginable that it wasn’t true, that you wouldn’t birth a child to this madman. Alas, it appeared that you were indeed: pregnant with Thranduil’s child

ʚ Your mind was a battlefield, a slew of panic and anxiety on the actuality of the situation and the fact that your child would be born into a broken home. Sure, you could handle your husband’s madness but you were unsure of how he would react to the child. You didn’t think that you wanted to know. It was not as if you could go-off of the way Legolas was raised because not only was that before your time but also whilst he still retained the majority of his sanity. It was his feelings for you that drove him mad. After the loss of his previous wife, he was determined to ensure that it never happened again - that you remained at his side for all eternity. And he was willing to do whatever it took to secure that. So there was no telling what your child would face, being raised by a clearly mad father

ʚ You couldn’t bring yourself to potentially put them through the horrors you faced, to have to witness the terrors of this palace, this soon-to-be family. So you concocted a plan, simple yet unbelievably foolish: run away. You’ve done it before, he’s found you every time. . . but it’ll be different. You will do whatever it takes to ensure your child grows up in a healthy home, free of the king’s madness. With that in mind, you got to work, planning your escape diligently all whilst keeping up the facade of being his perfect wife and queen

ʚ What you didn’t expect was how protective Thranduil would become after he discovered you were pregnant, after all, how much more protective could he possibly get? Now, there was not a moment you were left alone without a handmaiden, a guard or servant at your side. It was almost as if a part of him knew what you were planning - almost. Thanks to your quick wit and sheer determination you just so managed to deceive them all, keeping your husband in the dark of your real motives while feigning an excited soon-to-be mother on the outside

ʚ The day of your escape couldn’t have come sooner. You put all the pieces together, rehearsed it again and again in your head. Finally, when the time was right you took your chance and fled with your heart in your hands. You never looked back, not once. Instead you kept running, fleeing the realm of Mirkwood before he even discovered your disappearance.

ʚ And when he did? Well, let’s just say hell reigned on earth. He was outraged, appalled. After everything the two of you had been through. . . and yet you still ran away!? The fact that you had fled whilst pregnant with his child did little to help the situation and in an instant, a fleet of guards was sent out to drag you back; by any means necessary

ʚ You didn’t expect to remain hidden for so long. Especially to the extent where you birthed a healthy baby boy and now lived your life free from the clutches of the king. You thought all would be well, that the life of horrors was left behind and you could simply raise your son in peace - in a home that he deserved. You had resided within a village, not particularly known by most of middle-earth, a disclosed little sanctuary where you could live happily, as you deserved

ʚ Unfortunately for you, peace was never a staple when it came to your life. You woke up to the sound of shouts and screams, only to be met with scenes of crimson red upon glancing out the window of your little cottage. Elves, everywhere. And your poor little village having pay the price of your sin done unto the elvenking

ʚ You wanted to take your son and flee again, but upon finding your way to his room - you were met with a sight that plummeted your heart into the pit of your stomach. Standing there, cradling your precious baby - was none other than the elvenking himself. Gazing upon the little bundle with such gentle eyes, such a soft countenance, despite all the terror that went on outside. And when he glanced up once your presence was sensed, he tilted his head with that same, bone-chilling smile.

ʚ “My queen, did you really think I wouldn’t find you again?”

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years

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Think before you shave - Mason Mount

Just a little blurb I come up with when I saw Mason breaking our hearts and shaving his beard that made him look like heaven

Enjoy 💖

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You don’t mind saying hello to your boyfriend properly, he doesn’t deserve it after what he did.

"Why did you do that?" You ask, dropping your bag on the floor.

"Did what?" Mason shrugs his shoulders and laughing, even though there's nothing to laugh about.

"This" You move your index finger in a circular motion, pointing at your face and alluding to his now gone beard.

"Don't you like it?" He asks, getting closer to you in an attempt to erase the distance between the two of you by placing his hands on your hips. You promptly move them away: in that very moment the fact that Mason did shave his perfect beard drove you crazy. You have been so happy with his new look, especially about that hideous goatee finally gone and now you have to face it all over again? No way.

“Babe -”

“Why did you shave, Mase? You know I can’t stand that thing on your chin”

The amused grin on his face doesn’t seem to leave his lips. You’d like to slap him.

“I think this looks good too, sometimes we have to change”

You rolled your eyes while sighing, crossing your arms.

“When things are good there’s no need to change them”

Mason tries to shift closer to you once again, this time without any rejection on your part.

His forehead leans against yours, his eyes closed as you try to resist the urge of touching him.

“Do you still love me?” He now plays the victim, knowing you won’t be able to stay mad at him any longer with him pouting his lips at you and talking in his soft voice.

You sigh, now placing your hands on his face.

“Yeah silly, I still love you but I’m mad at you” You place a small kiss on the tip of his nose before leaving him there, almost making him lose balance. “Y/N!!”

“Sorry baby, you should have thought about the consequences of your action!” You tell him in a menacing way, making your way upstairs.

“Come on, you can’t ignore me for shaving my beard!” His tone getting slightly exasperated.

“Watch me, Mount”

You lock yourself up in your shared bedroom, as you’ve decided to ignore him at least for the remaining hours of the day.

Your phone starts ringing and you don’t even need to look at it to know it’s Mason who’s trying to win this argument by sending you a lot of messages, since he knows it drives you mad when people send multiple messages, most of all if they write one word at a time.

So in 5 minutes you get something like 50 messages and you’re about to throw your phone out of the window and yell at your boyfriend.

You decide to open the door when you read the last message he sent to you: If you open the door I’ll run you a hot, bubbly bath and give you the best massage of your life 😘

“Fine” You sigh while opening the door “Come here” You start getting undressed while he climbs upstairs with a satisfied smile on his face.

“I know you couldn’t resist my offer…”

“Shut up and do your thing before I change my mind”

“I’m sure you won’t, love”

Yeah, you know it too. You couldn’t resist that bastard much longer.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine #england nt imagines #england nt #england national team #football imagine #football fics #premier league #chelsea #chelsea fc #chelsea imagines

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rozcdust · 2 years

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She’s so mean

Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU, a lil bit of angst

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of attempted murder, the reader is tired and a bitch

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“I don’t know why you keep insisting on this.”

You sighed, frustrated, glaring at Chifuyu as you got off the bike in front of the graveyard.

“It’s his anniversary, and I like to admire my work.”

He frowned, taking the helmet you handed him.

“That motherfucker doesn’t deserve that you visit him, ever.”

“Fuyu, I know-“

“He abused you. He hit you, he manipulated you, he isolated you from everyone, he tried to kill you. You couldn't look at Tora for months because they have the same eyes.”

“I- I apologised to him, he said he understood.”

“He cried about it every night and tried to move out so you’d be more comfortable. He fucking bawled for hours when you finally started looking at him when he spoke. I respect your decision to visit every now and then, that’s why I drove you here, but this is damaging.”

Your eyes widened, guilt eating you alive as you avoided Chifuyu’s eye.

You knew the first few months of living with you was tough for Tora. He played with you when you were a child, and you used to visit him in prison with Keisuke and Chifuyu as much as you could, but after the accident, the sight of his eyes nauseated you.

You never knew he felt like that, and lighting up a cigarette, you turned away from Chifuyu, trying to ignore his worried gaze burning your back.

“I’ll be right back.” You mumbled, making your way into the graveyard.

As Kokonoi finished washing the grave, putting the wooden bucket away, he carefully lit up the vanilla incense sticks, inserting them in the vase.

Kneeling in front of the grave, he took a deep breath, settling his hands on his lap.

“Hello, Akane-san.” He smiled softly.

“Long time no see, huh? I’m sorry for not visiting more often.”

He adjusted the flowers in the vase, suddenly nervous.

“I’ve been busy, uh, with Bonten and shit like that. I hope Inupi visited you at least, I haven’t spoken to him in a while. I check on him from a distance though, he seems to be happy working in the mechanic shop. You’d be so proud of him. Oh, I brought you something-“

He rummaged through his bag, finding the box of Pocky he brought.

He took a deep breath, carefully thinking about his next words. It was stupid to be nervous in front of a grave, he knew that, but he couldn’t help it.

“I met someone,” Koko nervously scratched the back of his neck, “We’ve been together for a month. She’s- Well, not nice. Not nice at all, she’s got quite a bit of a mean streak. But she’s sweet to me, she treats me well. I think you’d like her.”

Kokonoi looked away from the gravestone, deep in thought.

“Actually, I don’t know if you’d like her, she’s a bit rough around the edges. But I don’t think you’d like me as I am right now either. I still haven’t told her about all the shit I do, I’m sure she’d hate me if she knew,” He sighed, “She’ll find out eventually, but I’m selfish, and I’m not letting her go until then. I don’t think anyone’s ever loved me like she does, y’know?”

He lit up another incense stick, opening the Pocky to take one.

“She doesn’t care for my money, in fact, she seems to hate that about me. She always gets mad if I try to get her a gift.” He chuckled, thinking of the time he bought you a necklace, and you accepted it only after a minor argument where he almost cried.

“It feels nice to be liked, well, for me. I don’t think anyone’s done that since you.”

He rubbed his eyes, trying to stop the tears from forming.

“I mean, I know you never really loved me. I was a child, you indulged me because you’re kind. Thank you for that, Akane-san. But she’s different than others I dated over the years. She truly loves me, even if she never says it. She makes me feel like I deserve to be loved. She even helps me with my makeup, she’s so cute when she frowns trying to get my eyeliner right.” He laughed, giving up on trying to chase away the tears.

“You told me to only kiss the person I truly like, but I think she’s the first that advice applied to.”

“Funny seeing you here.”

Kokonoi jumped at your voice, eyes wide as he turned around to look at you.

You were smirking, holding a cigarette as you kept away from him, letting him pay his respects.

He could hear his heartbeat into his ears, panic overtaking him as he wasn’t sure when you got there, and if you heard anything you shouldn’t have.

“How- How long have you been standing there?”

You shrugged.

“Just got here. Funny enough, the bastard I’m visiting is right there.” You pointed to two graves over, “Do you want me to give you privacy?”

He frowned at your disrespect, but chose to not say anything, shaking his head as he picked up the Pocky and burned incense sticks.

“I was just finished.”

You nodded, reading the name on the grave.

Kokonoi noticed.

“She was a childhood friend. Died 15 years ago.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You softly said, walking up to him to place your hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, it was long ago anyways.”

You nodded, making your way to Zankoku’s grave.

Even his name alongside the smiling photo his father picked for the grave made your stomach turn, but you persisted on visiting him, out of spite more than anything, a way to defy him even in the afterlife, almost as if you wanted to scream ‘Look at me, fucking look! I’m alive and you’re not, you’re not and it’s your own fault!’

“May I ask who’s he?” Kokonoi asked, curiously pointing to the gravestone.

“My ex. Died in front of me two years ago.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t know.”

You shook your head, laughing.

“Don’t be. The fucker deserved worse. Maybe I’ll tell you about him, one day.”

Kokonoi raised an eyebrow, but decided to not push the matter.

“Do you need a drive home? I can wait for you outside if you want me to leave you be.”

“Thank you baby, but Fuyu drove me here. Being alone would be nice though, see you soon.” You quickly pecked his lips, stopping yourself from laughing when he turned bright red.

No matter how many times you kissed him, he always blushed like the first time.

When he left, you turned to towards the grave, a sneer on your face.

“I fucking hate you. But look at me now, huh? You said no one would love me like you did. See him?” You pointed towards Kokonoi walking away, “He loves me. He doesn’t make me feel insane, he’s a better man than you could ever be. You were and still are fucking disgusting.”

You came closer to the grave, extinguishing your cigarette right on Zankoku’s picture, letting it fall on the grave.

“I stopped believing in a God after you, but if there is some sadist controlling it out all out there, I pray you rot in the same misery you caused me.” You spat, turning on your heel, chuckling.

“A man like you will never control me again.”

Kokonoi smiled nervously as Chifuyu’s piercing gaze caught his eye.

Kokonoi knew by now the man didn’t recognise him, and he was grateful for his change in style and loss of baby fat.

Chifuyu’s glare made it hard to feel comfortable.

“Oh, hello sir-“

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Y/n I love you a lot but you’re strangling me.”

“Deal with it Tora.”

“You’re touchy usually as well but not this much.”

“And what if I missed you and wanted some affection? Huh, what about then, Tora?”

“…I’ll cry.”

“DO NOT.”

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a/n: FUCKING TOLD YOU AKANE CHAPTER WON’T BE TOO SAD 😤😤 also these were deadass my notes, i’m so organised and funny🤪/s

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andrewsleftknee · 3 years

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"he'll come back"

Neil goes for a run in the middle of the night and isn't back when Andrew wakes up.

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Neil usually left for his morning runs before Andrew was awake. Neil woke Andrew up when he’d get of bed, but he’d brush Andrew’s hair from his eyes, kiss his forehead, and whisper for him to go back to sleep. Andrew would murmur something about how Neil should stay in bed with him, but fell asleep again before Neil was out the door.

he was never usually gone for more than forty-five minutes, and got back in time for him and Andrew to make coffee together before rinsing off and going to class.

one morning Andrew noticed it was still dark when Neil was going for his run, he asked him why he was going so early, and Neil just urged him to go back to bed. Andrew was too tired to argue with him, so he held his arms up in a silent ask for Neil to lean down to give him a kiss. when Neil got what he was asking for and gave him a kiss, Andrew fell asleep almost immediately.

it was the weekend, so Andrew didn’t wake up until he heard Robin get up around 9:30. he noticed that he didn’t hear Neil come back to the dorm and when he got up he saw that Neil wasn’t in the living room. he tried not to worry, but he didn’t know exactly how long Neil had been out. it was definatly longer than he usually was. Andrew’s guess was at least three hours. he texted Neil to ask where he was, and he didn’t hear his phone go off, so at least he had his phone with him. that made Andrew calm down a little bit. Neil would call him if he needed help. he had before, and now wasn’t different.

he walked over to make his coffee alone, and grab a granola bar to eat while he watched whatever Robin had left on the tv. he hadn’t gotten a response by ten, so he decided to call Wymack.

“i think your vice-captain is dead,” Andrew said.

“what the fuck? hello to you, too. where is he?” Wymack asked

“hell if i know. i’m assuming you don’t either, so bye.” Andrew hung up the call.

Robin emerged from their kitchenette with a concerned look on her face. her and Andrew held eye contact for almost a minute before Andrew told her that Neil hadn’t come back yet.

“he does that sometimes. he’ll be okay,” she assured him.

“doesn’t make it any less scary,” Andrew replied. he and Robin got along. he liked her. they didn’t really talk about their problems together, but Andrew somewhat trusted her with smaller things. “Baltimore messed us all up. we almost didn’t get him back then.”

“right,” she said. she raised her hand so it was hovering above his shoulder. she picked it up from Neil when she learned that Andrew didn’t like being touched. he shook his head. he didn’t want any one to touch him when he was anxious. he only ever let Neil. Robin nodded. “i’m always here, if that means anything.”

Andrew got up, grabbed his pack of cigarettes from his bedside table, and went to sit on the roof. he hoped he might see Neil running back, but knew he probably wouldn’t.

he didn’t know how long he had been up there when his phone started to ring with the familiar sound of Neil’s ringtone. he tried not to freak out when he answered the call, letting it sit silent until Neil spoke first.

“i need you to come get me,” Neil said after a moment.

Andrew let out a shaky breath. “where?” he asked.

“i don’t know. i ran until i couldn’t,” he replied.

“describe it to me.” and he did. after a few minutes, Andrew thought he knew where Neil was. it was around thirty minutes off campus. Neil explained that he ran around campus until his brain told him he needed to get away. he said that he didn’t make it too long before his legs couldn’t go anymore.

Andrew drove to get Neil. he was still in what he fell asleep in the previous night. he put the sleeve of the white hoodie to his nose. it smelled like Neil. he took it from him when they were watching a movie on the couch and Andrew got cold. the smell kept him calm for the drive to Neil.

when he got there, Neil was sitting on the side of the road. his knee was bleeding, and his hair stuck to his forehead. his eyes were closed, but when he heard Andrew’s car door open, he opened his eyes to see Andrew walking over to him. the sight made him want to cry. when he crouched down beside Neil, he put his hand on the back of his neck, and pulled Neil so his head was against his chest. Neil felt safe.

Andrew gave him a minute before helping him up and to the passengers side of his car. they drove ten minutes before either of them spoke.

“i’m sorry,” Neil said to break the silence.

“don’t. not right now.”

“are you mad?” he asked. Andrew looked over at Neil, who was already looking in his direction. Neil knew by the expression on Andrew’s face that he wasn’t. Andrew saw that when he felt Neil’s energy slip. it was like he finally let himself be tired. his back relaxed against the car seat, and his hands loosened from the almost-fists they formed in his lap.

“i’m not mad,” he confirmed. “i know you can’t help it sometimes.”

“i’m trying to be more open about it when the thoughts happen, but it,” he started. Andrew reached over and put his hand over Neil’s mouth to get him to stop talking.

“not right now. lets just go home.” Neil nodded in response.

when they got back the dorm was empty. he assumed Robin got Kevin out when Andrew left campus. Andrew walked them to the bathroom, helping Neil undress before turning the shower on and making sure it wasn’t too hot. he himself undressed, and joined Neil in the shower. they made it quick, and Neil was already trying to keep himself awake as Andrew dried his hair and covered the scrape on his knee.

they got into bed together. Neil had tried to talk about what happened, but Andrew stopped him, telling him that they could talk when Neil wasn’t so tired. Neil accepted that, and fell asleep with his head on Andrew’s chest.

Andrew didn’t mean to fall asleep, but his hand stopped trailing Neil’s spine, the tension in his body eased, and he dreamed of him and Neil on the roof.

Robin’s phone rung later that afternoon. she had went back to the dorm to get something for lunch, but Kevin was still out. he had said something about hanging out with Matt. she didn’t really pay attention.

“hey, Coach. didn’t expect to hear your voice on my off day. what do you want?”

“why isn’t Minyard answering his phone?”

“which one?” she asked with a smile. she liked to push Wymack’s limits like most of the Foxes did. she knew he meant Andrew, and she knew what it was about, but she decided to test him anyway.

“not right now. tell him to answer my calls.”

“he’s sleeping,” she sighed, a little upset that Wymack ruined her fun so soon.

“it’s past noon. wake him up.”

“i don’t have a death wish, Coach. Neil is fine. Andrew has him. can i go now? bye!” she hung up the call before Wymack could give her an answer, but seeing as he didn’t try and call her again, she guessed that’s all Wymack needed her for.

she got up from where she sat on the couch and went to the bedroom. she knew she didn’t have to check in on them, but she still does anyway. she sees Andrew and Neil as cuddled together as they ever get, and smiled to herself. she slowly closed the door behind her to try and not wake them.

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #robin cross #david wymack #andriel #andrew x neil #aftg hc #aftg headcanons #aftg headcanon

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yourmcu · 3 years

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Forgotten (CONTINUED VERSION)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

Request:

Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.

A/n: y’all wanted it, I finished it :)

Word count: 3,984

(more notes at the end!)

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort? bad writing of an anxiety attack, accident, knife, hospitals

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gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.

You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.

The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.

You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:

“I don’t have time for that.”

“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”

“Maybe later.”

At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.

You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.

There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.

“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.

He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.

But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.

And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.

As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.

“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.

He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”

You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”

“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.

Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”

“I’m... I’m sorry-”

“Just get out of here.”

Your arm remained untreated after that.

Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.

You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.

“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.

“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Y/N Stark.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”

You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”

After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.

Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.

The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.

You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.

“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”

“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”

Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”

On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.

“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”

You let out a snort. Of course he would.

“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”

“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”

“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”

“That’s not what I-”

“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.

Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.

You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.

“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building.

Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”

“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”

You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”

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The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.

Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.

“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.

“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”

The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”

Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.

“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”

To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.

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You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.

Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?It’s early but you’ve had a few drinks already. You weren’t sure if breaking your phone was a good idea but there’s one thing you’re sure: you didn’t care anymore.

You didn’t have to turn your head to see who just arrived and ambushed your friends inside the store. They ran out and left you behind. The sound of webs coming out of his shooters was enough for you to tell.

“You shouldn’t be here, Peter,” you sighed defeatedly.

Peter gently took a seat next to you, not removing his mask since you were in public and handed your wallet back. “I don’t understand why you left.”

He took in your awful state. His suit scanned how intoxicated you were, estimated how many cigarette packets you’ve had. His frown deepened at the information.

“I care about you. We all do. Mr. Stark’s not going to stop the search party until you come home.”

You rolled your eyes at the term. “Stupid search party – pathetic – I’m not coming home anymore, Pete-” you slurred and tried to get up but stumbled back, almost twisting your ankle but fell to Peter’s side. “Ow.”

He sighed, struggling to get ahold of you since you always pulled away.

“Stop being so stubborn, okay?”

“If you don’t like my stubborn fucking ass then maybe you should just leave,” you stated. “I’m not wanted there. I got the message. I didn’t run away just to be fucking found.”

Peter stared at you for a moment. He didn’t know why you got grounded in the first place, how you got here and why you didn’t want to go back home. There was something off in the father-daughter relationship, he knew that, but it was news to him that it was that bad. That bad for you to waste your life, to run away. He always thought Mr. Stark was an awesome parent, the way he was treating Ethan, and him…

“It’s unfair,” you ranted. “God, if you only knew how pathetic I feel whenever he tells me off. I’m always annoying to him - not just to him, to the whole team, I’m always wrong in everything I do and it’s honestly tiring? What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

You went on rambling while Peter tried to comfort and deny every negative thing that came out of your mouth. He didn’t believe any of it, but the way everyone’s been treating you. He hated that he didn’t notice sooner. He could’ve defended you.

“I have nothing against you, I really don’t,” you sighed. “But you should be grateful they’re treating you perfectly.” You got up and strode to the opposite direction, mentally cursing because your friends ditched you and you has nowhere to go, phone destroyed and everything.

But you were staying true to your word: you didn’t have any plans to go back to the compound. You were going to figure your life out on your own.

“Y/N, I… I’m not leaving you alone out here!”

You were so fed up of the spider-ling. How good he was, how perfect, how Tony clearly wanted him more than you, how he always wanted to do the right thing, because none of you expected what happened next when he went to grab your shoulder. The action was so sudden that it Peter didn’t have time to avoid it.

Knife, shoulder, really deep.

Maybe it was just how wasted you were, because he knew you would never do anything like that.

“You’re really annoying, Parker,” you muttered, not wasting any more time watching him stumble out of shock and pain, sprinting across the streets.

With his uninjured arm, he shot webs while trying to pull the knife (the blade wasn’t even visible anymore on how deep it was) out of his shoulder. There was a loud bang, and Peter never sprinted so fast in his life, not caring less about the pain and blood, because what mattered most was your safety. When he got there, you were far from safe.

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A week went by. And during those seven days Tony was on edge, I mean, how can be calm at a time like that?

Peter managed to show up at the compound the same night, breathless and shaky. His state made everyone worried but he wasted no time telling Tony what happened. He got you to the hospital, making sure you were being sorted out right before leaving to break the news.

Tony didn’t think twice and went to the hospital where you were admitted, not listening to Peter’s apologies and leaving Steve to sort everyone out on what they should do.

They didn’t expect you to show signs of waking up after only a week since the accident got you mangled up, it was mostly a blow to the head and as expected, you slipped into a coma.

Right, what happened: an awful timing really, not sure if Peter’s the one to blame but he accidentally stuck you to the ground with his webs, and it just so happened a car was driving at a fast speed – there you go.

Tony made sure you got the best treatment possible. He even went and asked Strange if he could do all the surgeries needed, but he declined, claiming he couldn’t anymore despite the sympathy he felt inside. Instead he asked the best doctors he knew, but still helped out sometimes in any way he could.

You took a breath, trying to open your eyes but the blinding lights of your room and them almost feeling as if they were glued shut from not being open for so long prevented you. You also tried moving your hands, only to feel a warm one rest on top of it, you finally opened your eyes.

“You’re awake,” Tony mumbled, rubbing a thumb on the back of your palm soothingly. “You’re awake and you’re okay.”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter called out, spotting his mentor sitting outside the room where they were doing the final surgery on you. It was his first time visiting, seeing as the knife wound was worse than he thought. “I’m so sorry, I-“

“What happened?” Was the only thing Tony said, not looking up to look at the kid. Peter stood there for a moment but told him everything that happened.

After that and after he made sure you were okay, resting in your room and everything, he let Natasha look after you for the night and headed back to the compound.

The kid would never lie to him but he had to see it all for himself. The Spider-Man suit caught everything through the baby monitor protocol. From when he arrived to the convenient store, when you told him countless of times that you weren’t coming back, and when your drunk self ranted about what you felt.

“What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

“He seemed to like both of us equally when we were younger,” you sniffled. “Of course he would, but… my brother just turned out to be special and talented and,” you frowned, “he’s all Tony ever wanted for a kid. Maybe I reminded him of the chick he fucked, I don’t know – must be it, right?”

“Y/N, you’re just as special as-” Peter tried to reason but you threw him a glare. Tony could see the pain and heartbreak in your bloodshot, tired eyes. One that said you didn’t want to hear anything like it anymore. You didn’t want to believe it.

“The thing is, they only want you when you’re gone. Missing. Dead,” you shrugged. “I can take a hint, you know? My only family hates me. My only family doesn’t want me. Now you – all of them – are looking for me… why?” Peter flinched at the loudness of your voice. You truly were broken.

Tony fast forwarded, it didn’t clearly show how you got hit, but he had enough anyway. He wanted to make things right with you. He could only hope that you make pass this, hoping that you’ll let him make it up to you.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Steve said from the entrance to his lab. “Y/N is strong. She’ll make it.”

“Why am I not dead?” You croaked, looking at your father with an anxious expression. You letting out another shaky breath as you struggled to move and look around. “I should be dead. Why am I here-”

“Take it easy-”

“Don’t you understand?” You felt your throat aching, breath quickening. “I don’t want to be here!”

“No, you’re okay. Y/N you’re okay,” Tony tried to calm you down when he saw the lines in your heart monitor go up and down in rapid pace.

“I’m not - no I’m not - not okay,” you struggled to let out. It felt like you were choking on your own breath, getting harder and harder to breathe by the minute, soon tears started to prick your eyes. “I don’t want to be here!”

“Tony, what's going on?” Steve bursted into the room with an alarmed but calm expression.

“Call Strange. Anyone.” He told the captain but his eyes never left you. He rubbed a part of your arm that wasn’t injured soothingly in attempt to calm you down. “Just breathe for me, okay? I’m here and you’re okay.”

Something about the softness and encouraging look in his eyes made you nod eventually and follow his breathing patterns. He held a glass of water for you to drink, holding your struggling hand softly to get it out of the way.

He’s never looked at you like that before.

Most of the time he ignored you, most of the time he looked at you at anger or annoyance when you’ve fucked something up.

“There we go, we okay now?” You looked away and nodded lightly. That was enough for him. Tony wanted to let you know how sorry he was so bad, but thought against it, at least for now. He was scared you might start freaking out again.

Stephen entered the room with the doctor, the other Avengers following closely behind. The amount of people in the room overwhelmed you a bit, but you were strangely calm because of how your father’s acting. Soft and caring, it made you feel safe.

Both doctors concluded that you had some sort of amnesia. In English, your past memories were blotchy, all of them even from your childhood. Again because of the blow to the head it was already expected. But you remembered the recent ones clearly, which was the reason why you avoided looking at Peter and his patched up arm.

Which also meant it was possible you didn’t remember all of the pain you felt concerning your family. It was unfair on your part.

Strange insisted that you stay a few more days, or one more week, just to run tests and make sure you get enough medicine and stuff.

They decided to see how bad your memory loss was.

“I did that to you,” you still refused to look at Peter completely. “I’m sorry, Peter.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Peter gave you a smile.

You moved to the next person. Red hair, seemed to give off a friendly but civil nature. “Natasha? You’re Natasha.”

The Russian merely smiled and crossed her arms.

“Steve,” you stated, moving to the next person. “You always read old books in the kitchen.”

Steve chuckled, nodding to confirm.

“Ethan,” you smiled as you looked at your twin. He gave you a small wave even if he felt as guilty as Tony about everything even if he wasn’t the one to blame.

You stared longer at the next person, almost shoulder length dark brown hair, he’s wearing a jacket to cover his metal arm but you knew it was still there.

“Ducky?”

Peter let out a giggle, so did you brother.

“It’s Bucky, doll,” Bucky smiled, covering his face with his hand to suppress a chuckle as the rest laughed.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry,” you let out a weak giggle yourself.

You meet Tony’s eyes again, the softness still there.

“Dad,” you stated. “You’re my dad. Tony.”

No, you didn’t completely forget how he treated you. You knew he was annoyed with you, which lead you to think that you did something that made him act that way. “Am I bad?”

Tony’s hopeful expression dimmed. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “You’re mad at me, I just… I guess it’s just not clear on why.”

Steve thought it would be best for everyone to head out for a bit so he ushered everyone out of the room except for your brother who took a seat at the corner.

“About that, it’s about time we talked, yeah?” Tony sat on a chair backwards beside your bed. It made you nervous, but you were reassured. “You’re not in trouble, don’t worry.”

He exhaled, resting an arm on the top rail. “You deserve so much better. I should’ve treated you better,” you opened your mouth to ask but he continued. “Look, I haven’t been fair with you and it’s a problem. You’re smart, talented and beautiful. I figured you needed to hear it more often because it’s true. What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I really am.”

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembled. “You – you really mean that?”

“From the bottom of my heart.”

You sighed, a genuine smile plastered on your face. “Thank you. And I’m sorry if I was a pain in the ass-“

“You never were,” Tony shook his head. “You always did your best and I really should have acknowledged it more. Give me a second chance?”

“Of course.”

Tony smiled, getting up and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Everything in life was so much better after all that. Tony treated you and Ethan equally, same goes for Peter. The other Avengers were nicer, not the kind of nice that was almost fake, but it was genuine. All of them were. And you were thankful.

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