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prompt; You had been in a relationship with Peter for months until he broke up with you. It was tough at first, but over time you began to move on and eventually found someone new. However, Peter couldn't handle seeing you with someone else and it was clear he was still harbouring feelings for you.

warnings: one-sided pining, angst (cuz you love it), guilty peter, very bad person peter, arguments, and maybe fluff idk

word count: 8.0k

a/n: ITS HEREEE!!!! tysm for the love on this series and sorry part four took so so so long to publish! THIS IS THE LAST PART DON'T ASK FOR MORE, PLEASE!! i'm so glad to be back, but if i'm honest? this last part is trash and rushed lol.

part one part two part three

"You should consider Ned."

Betty shows a smile, one to only be described as sarcastic before shrugging, digging through more clothes in her closet.

"Yeah, sure, maybe, but I'm more of a committee kinda girl." She offers, pulling out a black plaid skirt, turning to face you.

You accept the skirt from her hold, scanning the fabric curiously before giving her a nod in approval, to which she claps her hands together in excitement to.

"When's prom anyway?" You wonder, putting the black plaid skirt in your bag with the many other donated clothing your friend had gave you.

"Like couple weeks?" The blonde shrugs, closing her closet door before spinning toward you and made her way to the edge of her bed.

Betty had invited you over her house so she could "put you in something" nice for an upcoming date you had with a boy you had been dating for well over a few weeks now.

It was safe to say that asking her for an outfit recommendation wasn't the smartest of ideas, but it's not like you had many other girl friends to ask.

And your blonde friend was definitely the more expert of boys than you were (obviously), despite her having the lesser advance of dating when it came to them.

"What's his name again?" Betty asks, sitting next to you as she sorts through your clothes and folds them neatly.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at her motherly habit.

"Miles." You answer.

"The junior?!" Betty gasp, you can see eyes light up in excitement and can't help but nod and smile widely.

"Yeah." You confirm.

Miles was the better half of you, probably the best version if you were being honest. He wasn't toxic, a sweet boy, and always knew what the right thing to say was at the most inconvenient times. Of course, he was a nerd, or what you'd call a dork (guess you had a type).

It took you a while to come to terms with the fact that the boy had a crush on you, for...well, many reasons, but once the sun came down and reality settled in, you slowly found yourself noticing him more than just a quiet classmate in your physiology class.

Though it took awhile for you to come to terms with those feelings given the fact you had just gotten out of a relationship at the time, but you deserved to be happy, not wanting to dawn too much on your trouble passed.

"He's been asking you out for like, ever." The blonde points out and you laugh as you give her a nod.

"Right, like I felt bad when I kept saying no, and it's only because I was fresh out of a relationship." You explain as Betty nods, reorganizing the closet she messed up on behalf of you.

Miles tried one last time to ask you out on a date, and you finally gave in, though you weren't full healed from your previous relationship, but you figured you weren't the type of person to lead someone on and deserved to be happy with someone who you knew would give what you craved for.

Miles was the perfect example of providing happiness, even if he himself didn't really know that.

When you said yes, you were your nervous self and immediately asked Betty, who was more than thrilled to help.

"And he's so cute." You sigh dreamily.

Betty laughs, closing her closet before turning back around and made her way to you once again.

"You think he's gonna ask you to prom?" She wonders, and you give her a look of confusion.

Honestly, you had little to no thoughts about prom given the fact that who you thought you were originally going to go with wasn't an option anymore. After the past couple of months, you had not given prom a single thought, because by default, there was truly no point in thinking you were going unless your blonde friend forced you against your will to go.

Had you known you'd be dating someone else as the deadline got closer, you'd given it much more thought, but neither you or Miles had voiced your opinion on it, so you automatically assumed he didn't want to go or just didn't have the right courage to ask you.

"I dunno, not something we really talk about." You say with a shrug.

"You should ask him, you're the senior."

You give Betty a look one would describe as if she suggested something completely outrageous.

"No, no that's not a good idea. I think we'll just see how this goes, and if it comes up I'll see how he feels about it." You quickly explain, Betty only shrugs.

"And if he doesn't wanna go I'll take you." She smirks.

"I figured."

You both let out a laugh.

You knew being the ex of a superhero would eventually come back to bite you in the ass.

It wasn't like you could avoid him forever, he was your Queens hero, so yes, you were aware that you did have to hear high praise about him from time to time.

But it being from Miles, the guy you were seeing was weird.

Of course he didn't know of Spider-Man's true identity, but it was eery having to hear your current boyfriend sing praises to your ex boyfriend.

You weren't a mean person either, so you let him.

"And when he beat up those muggers," Miles reenacts most of the accurate actions Spider-Man does. "It was really cool." He smiles from ear to ear at you and all you do is force one back.

"Yeah, well, that's Spider-Man for you." You begin to pick at your food, wanting more than anything to have this conversation come to an end.

Miles being no idiot, notices your lack of interest into the subject of Spider-Man.

"Oh, am I being annoying? I'm sorry." He deflates and you're quick to stop picking at your food to look at him.

"No, no it's not that you're being annoying, I swear. I just...." You trail off.

You were wondering exactly what would happen if you told him you dated Spider-Man. It probably would end up being more questions than jealousy.

And you were in no mood for either.

"I have a friend who works for the Daily Bugle, so you can imagine how much I have to hear about him." You lie and Miles lets out a small chuckle at your sentence.

"Right, I'll make sure to only mention him when completely necessary."

All you really can do is smile at him. Miles was too good to be true, you really had no idea what you could have done to earn such a perfect boy.

Minus the here and there mentions of your ex boyfriend, you'd like to think the date was going well.

You were so nervous as the days went by, getting closer to this well anticipated date and the butterflies never really left when the day became real.

Miles was no surprise a gentleman, bringing your favourite flowers to you and compliments fell from his lips the minute he saw you. He made you feel good.

You two decided on a pasta date only because you expressed how much you loved Italian food and he was more than happy to take you to his favourite Italian spot with its thankfully cheap food.

After the date, he offers to walk you home, and you accept it a bit too eagerly, hoping he wasn't so observant to notice.

You decide to fill the comfortable silence with a question.

"Got any plans for the summer?"

Miles gives you a look as he holds your hand, absentmindedly swinging it back and forth before deciding to answer your question.

"Hm, not really. I just do whatever my parents have in mind." He shrugs.

You nod, giving his hand a small squeeze.

"I mean, we can do stuff?" You suggest awkwardly, your free hand fiddling with the necklace around your neck.

The boy's eyes light up at your suggestion and you can't help but smile at his look of happiness, and he starts nodding before he speaks up.

"I'd love that, totally." He grins and you look ahead of you as you watch your building become more into view.

You both continue your walk, chatting about anything that came in mind and the more you talked, the more you come to realize how much you two have in common.

It was like fate was falling into your hands, and you couldn't be more than happy. It was all too good to be true and you made the mistake of trusting fate in your previous relationship, only to be severely traumatized and heartbroken.

You prayed to any god above Miles was nothing like Peter, if anything, better.

Peter. It had been a long time since you said that name, let alone thought it.

Your train of thoughts are broken when you reach the entrance of your apartment building and you smile at Miles, watching him return it with his gorgeous white teeth.

"I'll see you at school?" Miles slowly drops your hand as you give him a nod.

"Yeah, today was really fun." You tell him honestly and his smile never really goes away.

Before the boy even has a chance to respond, you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

You two never had any sort of intimate moment, even anything as small as this, so you were a blushing mess when you pull away to watch his reaction, noticing his adorable brown eyes dilated and if you pay closer attention, you could almost see the heat rising to his face.

"That good?" He quips and you playfully roll your eyes.

"Bye Miles." You wave as he gives reciprocates it, turning around with a bounce to his step (which you can't help smile at his dorkiness), walking more and more out of view.

You smile to yourself as you make your way to your apartment, and you only wish you knew this'd be your last time at feeling even remotely happy.

You were starting to believe someone was out to get you. Maybe fate wasn't actually falling in your hands and you just had this habit of attracting bad things whenever something good came your way.

This time around, it was not your fault for the bad things happening to you, it was Peter's.

You thought you two had this silent agreement that after you found your closure, you'd never have to talk to each other again, which was going well for the past few months, avoiding each other like the plague or just simply pretending either or did not exist.

For some reason though, the boy couldn't take the hint and it was bringing back old nightmares you didn't want to relive.

Peter had this habit of sticking to you like a bug (no pun intended) and you were worried it had something to do with the still lingering feelings he clearly still had for you, which is something you did not know until you started seeing Miles.

When you said you hadn't thought about Peter in a very long time, you meant it as three days sober without the boy trying to ruin your life. You really had no idea why it was a problem for Peter to be happy for you when you were more than supportive for his now ex relationship with MJ.

Michelle wasn't too keen on telling. you the details of why they broke up after two months of dating, but you had this feeling it had something to do with you, which is so selfish, but Peter being Peter can't help but make the obvious, well, obvious.

Every conversation you have with him ends in an argument, a petty one at most.

So, when he approached your locker, you were prepared for the worst.

"Are you still coming to the decathlon meeting?" Is the first thing he asks you, and it's not like you're expecting an 'hi, how are you?', most of your conversations nowadays are usually straight to the point.

"Why?"

"Because, you never go anymore? Like, what type of question is that..." Peter mumbles the last bit, but you hear it, and you take a deep breath in to not say anything back.

"We'll see, I might hang out with Miles after school." You shrug as you close your locker and you see Peter roll his eyes from the corner of your eye.

"If you're gonna keep ditching, what's the point in being on the team?" Peter questions almost hypocritically.

"You're one to talk." You argue.

"That's different. I have a reason to, you? Not so much." He shrugs and you let out a scoff and turn to walk away, not wanting to be predictable and provoke an oncoming argument.

And as also predicted, Peter follows you like a lost puppy.

"Do you always have to hang out with him after school?" He quizzes, and you stop in your tracks, to give him a questionable look.

"Well yeah, that's what boyfriend and girlfriends do Peter. Once upon a time, we use to do that exact thing." You narrow your eyes at the boy as he looks anywhere but at you.

Again, you're not the smartest person alive, but it was painfully obvious Peter for some reason still harboured feelings for you and you were all sorts of confused as it was him who broke up with you in the first place.

You just wanted him to leave you alone, you've been through so much because of him, but yet, he can't take the hint no matter what you do.

"I know, and I still feel bad about breaking up with you." Peter sighs and you shake your head quickly.

"No, please Peter, stop while you're at it." You warn, watching the boys face visibly deflate at your rejection.

Peter was not stupid (most of the time), so you knew that he knows just how good he was at being a manipulator. His favourite technique was obviously guilt-tripping and being the best at putting the blame on others because he's "been through so much". You learned that the hard way, and now you were glad you could point out the red flags whenever he tried to do exactly that.

"What? I'm not doing anything." He shrugs innocently and you roll your eyes at his faux innocence.

Before you could voice your comeback, the bell rings and you let an all too familiar feeling settle in your stomach.

You decide to keep the silence in between you both, turning around to walk to your class and dare you even try to look back at Peter.

You both knew this was not the end of it, if anything, only the beginning of something worst.

It had been a week since that encountrment with Peter, and of course things have gotten progressively worst for you. All because of him.

Quite frankly, you had no idea why your ex boyfriend was so obsessed with you. Yeah, most exes are and normally it'd be the other way around but when you two were together he never made such an effort as he was trying to make now.

It was painfully annoying and you keep wishing he'd leave you alone, but its almost as clear as day that he will not do that until you rekindle whatever relationship you had to begin with.

Miles is thankfully unaware of Peter's obsession and he has been the best boyfriend (dare you say you've ever had), and unknowingly helping you keep your mind off of things Peter related or not.

"What if we don't go to the movies and just watch one at my place?" Miles suggested, placing a fry in his mouth after he finishes his sentence.

You look up from your shake and tilt your head for a moment to think about his not so subtle suggestion.

"Y'know most movie watchings at home with your significant other leads to a make out session?" You shrug just as Miles eyes widen at your words.

You were kidding of course but you didn't want to tell him that because his reaction was just so adorable.

"Is that a known statistic or...?"

You shrug again and drink your milkshake.

Miles continues to stare at you, digesting your suggestion slowly before nodding his head rather out of habit or he started to consider what you had said.

"I mean, sure why not?" He smiles and you wipe the whipped cream from the corner of your mouth and retort his smile.

It was rare for you and Miles to have any alone time because you both were just so awkward, more awkward than your previous ex boyfriend but you guess it was justifiable considering Miles was a year younger than you and from what you know, barely had knowledge of how girls worked.

You weren't any better, but you at least had some understanding ono how to have a boyfriend and it wasn't anything to be taken seriously because you two were having fun.

On the plus side, you had a plan to ask him to prom (after the whole make out session), and there was this strange feeling that made you have hope because even to a blind person anyone could see how smitten he was with you.

"Are you saying 'sure, why not' to making out with me?"

Miles blinks rapidly before shrugging. "Yeah?"

You nod and play with a fry, the door's bell ringing indicating someone has entered, but you pay no mind to it.

"So are we gonna like...watch the movie first or y'know, make out..first, I mean." Miles clears his throat as you look up, tilting your head.

"Well its not like a thing planned out so, we can just see what happens." You answer unsurely. Honestly, most of half your movie watching with Peter always lead to make outs on some level, but you never really understood how they happen.

But, this thankfully is not about Peter, who broke your heart because he was in love with someone else, Peter who is your Queens superhero, Spider-Man, and Peter, who was walking toward you?

You blink a few times to make sure your head isn't playing tricks on you and once you have time to think, you realize that, yes he is walking toward you, and you have no time to run or hide.

"Do you think we could do that first?" Miles asks with a small smile and you look away from the approaching Peter back to your boyfriend way too quickly for your liking.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You furrow your eyebrows and show what you hope was an apologetic smile and not a nervous one.

"Hey guys." The tortuous voice you had no option but facing greets and you watch Miles and only Miles as he looks away from you to show a friendly smile towards Peter, who you are surely becoming more loathing towards.

"Oh, hey Peter," Miles spares you a glance as you shake your head.

One thing about Peter is that he's the kind of guy to set his mind on a goal and make it his mission to achieve it, so whatever it was that he had planned that involved you, you knew that all your interactions so far was merely just the beginning, and it scared you.

"Didn't know you two would be here." Peter presses his lips together, something he did when he was either nervous or lying, and you had a feeling it was the latter.

You remain silent, which evidently did not help with the awkwardness, but you weren't going to give into Peter's satisfaction and talk to him when you were here to enjoy your date with Miles and not acknowledge the boy who broke your heart.

You could feel your heartbeat speed up, and not in a good way. It was the kind of anxiety someone experience when something unpropitious lingered, like a bad taste in your mouth.

You wanted to get up, take Miles' hand and drag him and yourself out of the diner, but you didn't want to come off as rude and have your poor boyfriend question the sudden departure from the establishment, but deep down you knew that it was either that or suffer through the presence of Peter Parker.

"You wanna join us?" Miles offers, gesturing towards the table with a friendly smile, you only frown at your plate of fries.

"Oh no thanks, I'm already meeting a friend." Peter declines, shrugging his shoulders with a small smile.

Mentally, you thank god for the boy declining Miles offer, because frankly, things are already awkward enough. You can feel the tension growing more uncomfortable with each passing second, and you're wishing the waitress hurried up with the bill.

Your boyfriend mumbles a small 'oh', and nods his head before glancing at you, probably wondering why you're suddenly so quiet.

Theres another deafening silence that dawdles in the air and you press your lips together to withhold the grimace forming on your face, because you can't stand any sort of undetermined traction.

Peter lets out a nervous laugh and clears his throat. "I should go, nice seeing you Miles." He doesn't spare you a glance (not that you care) and leaves you and your boyfriend alone, finally.

You look up as Miles watch Peter walk to a far booth away from the both of you, shortly after he's done staring down the boy he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Does he hate you or something? A blind person could point out the tension." He says with a small frown of confusion.

You shrug and play with a fry. You could keep the truth to yourself or just give Miles the honest answer, which could just make things even more awkward. There's a small debate in your head for five more seconds before you sigh.

"I mean, we dated for awhile a couple months ago." You mumble, keeping your gaze on your half empty plate.

"You dated him?" Miles gasps as you nod silently.

"That makes sense,"

You give him a look as he shrugs.

"He seems like he still has some feelings for you if the tension was that awkward." Miles explains as the waitress finally comes to the table with your bill.

You grab the receipt as you replay his words in your brain. The signs couldn't be more clearer, even if you evidently tried to ignore the fact that Peter still had feelings, it was almost pointless to remain oblivious if even your new boyfriend could see how your old one felt.

"Yeah, well its in the past." You shrug as you stand up from the booth. Miles does the same and holds out his hand for you to take and you smile and accept his offer.

As the two of you make your way out of the diner, you feel a pair of eyes on you but you don't have the energy to turn and scan every single face just to find the culprit who's staring you down. Plus it certainly doesn't take a rocket scientist to know exactly who that culprit is.

A comfortable tranquility takes over when you and Miles walk hand in hand, the warmth flowing from his touch is a solace to the chaotic life that is yours and your mind is temporarily at peace when you're with him.

Fall was leisurely making its way into winter as you felt the freezing air ruminate your skin, the comfortable yet small sweater doing almost nothing to shield you from the chilly air.

You're thankful Miles' hand in yours keeps you from completely freezing to death. His fingers were more of a heater than the thin layer you dare called a sweater.

"Why'd you two breakup, if you don't mind me asking?" Miles' voice is soft as he asks a question you'd much rather not ask since the wound of that scar has yet to heal, but you're not going to hold the curiosity of your boyfriend against him.

"Um," You search for the best way to explain the words stuck in your brain. "He kind of just, fell for someone else." You grimace at the memories climbing its way to your mind and you spare no glance at Miles.

There's a sensitive silence that looms in the air and you assume its because Miles takes the time to digest your words.

"Oh,"

"Yeah, but I'm over it so don't feel bad." You reassure and you look over to the boy with a small smile and he unsurely smiles back with a nod.

"Hey, so I was thinking..." He starts and looks down at the pavement the two of you were walking on. You raise an eyebrow, gazing at him as you patiently wait for him to continue with whatever it was he was willing to open up to you.

"I know you're a senior, and I'm a junior but I really think you and I should go to prom." Miles blurts and looks at you just as quickly as you look at him, both of your eyes widen.

"Prom?"

You couldn't help but smile at his suggestion, because you were itching to ask him ever since Betty brought the idea to your head. You just didn't know how to go about asking him, and you did plan to make it all romantic like, since it would've counted as a 'promposal'. Miles most likely asked you because the deadline was just two weeks away, and that gave you no time whatsoever to find a prom dress.

"Yeah, if you wanna go with me, I'd really like that. My mom already bought the tickets so..." He trails off and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

Now you couldn't say no, not that you had any thoughts to reject his proposal. Never even haven met Miles' parents, or mother, and she was already so eager to see her son and his new girlfriend she had no face but a name to, to go to prom together. Your smile that never really went away extends into a grin.

"I think you stole the words straight from my mouth." You nod as your boyfriend grins from ear to ear and you two stop walking, awhile ago you notice.

Miles pulls you into a hug and you laugh whole-heartedly at his embrace, hugging him back as the comfort embeds through your body.

"Thank you." He mumbles before pulling away slightly to stare at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, which makes you blush and smile with a soft hum.

"You're welcome."

You flinch when your blonde friend tightens the string of the prom dress and you glare at her through the mirror as she mutters a apology.

"This hugs your body so nice, I'll buy it for you." She promises for the 100th time and you roll your eyes and take a step back to observe the dress in your reflection.

If you were as confident as you desired to be, you'd say that this dress had been the one from all the other ninety-nine others your friend had made you tried on.

The dress was your colour, it fit you nicely the way you wanted it to, and you felt beautiful in it. Since dresses weren't really your thing you opted to wear a suit to which your blonde friend gasps in horror as if the option was completely ludicrous and off the table. She told you it was fruitless to wear such a thing to a ball because Miles most definitely would already be wearing a nice tux and it'd be corny to have you in one as well.

You agreed to let her put you in dresses and such like a barbie and you went to your local dress store where she had only made you try on a gazillion outfits until you found the one you were currently wearing, making you absentmindedly check yourself out in the mirror in front of you.

"You look like a twenty-five year old model that Leonardo DiCaprio would go for!" Betty squeals and claps her hands together. You shake your head at her weirdly sweet but yet more disturbing compliment.

"Thanks?" You furrow your eyebrows and turn to look at her.

Betty twirls you around like a princess, observing your fit from head to toe. Almost like an artist critiquing its art.

"I think you'll have Miles speechless." She grins and you smile hopefully. "Really?" Betty nods.

The mirror made you look almost angel like as you stare back at it. You really did feel gorgeous in the gown and you really wanted it to make yourself feel good, and you knew anytime of dress, or even a garbage bag would look good to your boyfriend because he really is that perfect.

"'M gonna go see if I can find any shoes," You hear Betty's voice and you nod as you look at the corset of the dress, tracing your fingers across the fabric slowly.

You continue to check yourself out in the mirror and a person behind you clears her throat and you turn around swiftly, surprised to see Michelle standing there with a shopping bag and an almost glare had you paid close attention to the glare.

Your hand fiddles with the necklace around your neck and she looks you over and your self-consciousness arises with her gaze.

Michelle had not been the nicest person, to anyone really since she broke up with Peter and the quiet girl went MIA from school and the decathlon team. You felt terrible for the poor girl, because there were the obvious reasons and maybe even reasons you didn't know about as of why her and Peter broke up.

"Your dress is gorgeous on you." She hums and you look at her with an unwavering blank stare. The confusion must had been evident on your face because MJ shakes her head with a sigh.

The tension consumed the vibe of both your presence. You speak up in a calm manner.

"Look, I don't know if you hate me or something but I'm really sorry, you deserve so much better MJ." You look at her with an empathetic gaze.

"Michelle." She corrects.

Your nose scrunches up in a small grimace.

"Right, Michelle. Sorry." You nod in understanding.

"I don't blame you for the break up, but we both know." Michelle gives you a look, the only thing you can do is nod once again. Your head gazes at her converses with a defeated sigh, nothing coming to your mind to say to her because yes, you do know.

The tension fades away when the bubbly girl who is your friend, Betty returns with shoes that match your dress with a happy grin and holds them up to you.

"Cute, right?" She shows you her pearly whites and you give her a thumbs up, watching Michelle walk past the two of you and Betty catches the back of the girl's head and looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

You shake your head quickly, not wanting to talk about it.

After the whole short but definite straining conversation with Michelle you try to take your mind off it, changing into your regular clothes and both you and Betty buy the dress you're satisfied with as well as the shoes and you suggest ice cream for lunch and she agrees without hesitation.

"Divina!" Mrs. Morales exclaims and takes another picture. You try to keep your smile prominent for the maybe millionth picture? You lost count.

When you arrived at the Morales household, Miles' mother was the one to answer and she had gave your mother a look of disbelief, small praising spanish words fell from her lips with a smile. You were already feeling hopeful and just to hear the praising words from your boyfriend's mother who you did officially meet for the first time, was rewarding to say the least.

Miles came down from the stairs, looking quite handsome in his tux and the way his jaw dropped when he saw you standing there with your mother, looking around his apartment aimlessly had been an out of body experience for you, because no one had ever looked at you the way he did, not even Peter.

"Mama, por favor!" He groans from next to you and you laugh as your mother does as well.

Mrs. Morales finally stops taking pictures, placing her camera on the counter nearby.

"Sorry, sorry. You two just look so good together." She smiles and turns to your mother, showing her the pictures she had took.

You turn your attention to Miles, who now takes the time to hold up the container of which had your corsage in it up to you, a silent question and you nod as an answer.

The boy slowly and yet so carefully opens the container, taking out the corsage and slipping it around your wrist, taking ahold of your hand after he finishes, looking from your wrist to your eyes that had already been staring at him.

"You look really pretty, beautiful even." Miles whispers, but before you can say anything there's a flash and the both of you tear your gazes away from each other, to the culprit at hand, Mrs. Morales and your mother both have their phones in their hands with ear to ear grins as they capture the memory of your little moment.

The two of you groan in annoyance at the ruined gravity of peace.

The dance was like anything you could had ever imagined, from the sequence sparkling chandelier lights dangling from the ceiling, illuminating the gym with an almost elegance aura, to the blue and white decorations to represent your school colours made you feel like you were at a ball rather than the prom.

"This can't be the same gym as our school's." Miles hand was in yours as the two of you enter the gymnasium, and you giggle at his words, watching many bodies chatter or dance with each other.

He was right, the gym you were used to always had a weird smell and it unquestionably had no qualities to hold students for a senior prom, yet you were proven other wise.

The two of you make your way further into the dance and you see Betty with Ned, which you find ironic since she had sung a tune in your ear that she would much rather be helping set up the prom and keep it well done than ever consider having Ned take her as a date. You tilt your head at the girl with a knowing look, her only retort is rolling her eyes.

The night was bound to be full of surprises, you suspect.

"You look great guys!" Ned smiles and fist pumps Miles, an adorable thing the two of them did whenever they ran into each other, and you hug Betty as well as Ned.

"Thank you."

Your gaze scan the dance once again, your anxiety rises when you catch a familiar set of brown eyes walking towards your group.

Never in a million years would you had ever thought Peter Parker to attend a dance without a date. It was a out of character thing to observe, but it was true since every year from the ninth grade, stopping at last year, you two attended every single dance together, even making a promise that if you were to break up before prom that neither of you would participate in said dance.

Times had changed of course, given you now had a new boyfriend, attending with him instead of Peter, but the brown haired boy had no date and that is what you truly found weird. But you had no room to judge him, ultimately, it was none of your business, nor did you care why he was even here.

The way he looked at you as he made his way towards you made you nervous for a multitude of possibilities. He had never made the effort to give you such attention before, but there was something in his eyes that gave you an unsettling feeling, a feeling that you were growing accustomed to since he broke up with you all those months ago.

The gut feeling as if something bad foretold in the air.

Once Peter had successfully made it over to the four of you, his gaze never actually left yours and you had to subtly hide behind Miles to inaudibly declare your uncomfortable state, though sadly it went unnoticed as your boyfriend converses with Ned.

"Peter, you look very handsome." Betty voices, causing the two boys to stop their chatter and look over to the boy who broke his gaze away from you (finally), clearing his throat, giving your blonde friend a small tight-lipped smile and greeted Ned with their signature handshake.

Miles gives Peter a nod and he reciprocates it. You look down at your heels, that were a pain to walk in, avoiding eye contact with the brown haired boy.

Thanking the gods from above, Miles takes your hand with a smile and you look up at him with your own, ignoring, shutting out, whatever you want to call it, Peter's gaze that you sensed form into a glare.

"Let's go dance." Betty quickly drags Ned away, being little to no help with the eye-twitching obvious tension between you, Miles and Peter.

Why had Peter made it his mission to give you an anxiety inducing, gut wrenching run for your money every time you two interacted? You wish you knew, you really did.

You fiddle with the necklace and Peter takes notice of it and speaks his mind, and you wish he hadn't.

"I like your necklace." He nods and you stop your fidgeting to glare at him, watching the boy smile innocently. This, of course draws the attention of your boyfriend.

"Oh yeah, cool spider necklace." He smiles.

Peter could careless if you were glaring at him, and you felt your anger boil through your entire body, ready to attack him had he have the audacity to say something sly from his mouth once again.

You both knew that Peter was the one to had given you the very necklace you wore around your neck, almost everyday and the reason you didn't take it off was unclear, but you knew deep down it had nothing to do with Peter, or maybe it did but it was not like you still had the feelings for him you once had before.

It was a shame that the boy took pride in the gloating fact you still wore it, but it wasn't for him. More so, for you.

"Miles, do you wanna dance?" You look over to your boyfriend with a smile and he quickly nods like you had just offered him candy, Peter frowns and you glance at him before walking off to the dance floor.

The two of you make your way to the centre of the gym, most students still danced or talked nearby, but you paid no mind to it as you wrap your arms around Miles' neck, he was unsure where to put his hands and you smile at his awkwardness.

With pleasure, you guide his hand to your waist, he understands with ease. His hands on your waist was a comforting experience for both you and him. As if on time, the music switched from a Taylor Swift song you briefly recognized to a slow song, an Elvis Presley one at that.

You can't help but notice the way he was looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes held adoration in them, and it was the same look he always gave you, but his longing stare was more amplified than per usual, it made your heart speed up and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

Your neck begin to itch with anxiety, but it was the good kind and you were so happy that you were able to feel easiness that you had been looking for in the past year.

Miles was the person you were meant to be with, and you felt like nothing could get in the way between you both. No matter how hard Peter tried to slither his way back into your life, the better person will always be Miles.

The solace is beautiful, the two of you holding each other as 'Can't help falling in love with you' (ironic), played in the background, other classmates were dancing as well, but they disappeared from your mind. Everyone but your boyfriend blocked out from your brain, the both of you looked at each other with such protection and warmth that you failed to notice which one of you even leaned closer.

The kiss was short, sure but it was confounding and so very soft. You pulled away with a, looking down as Miles laughed at your behaviour.

"That was nice." He nods and you look back at him with raised eyebrows. "Yeah."

"Thirsty?"

You nod as the slow song comes to an end, pulling away from him, but still close enough to feel his residence.

"I'll be quick." Miles promises and gives your cheek a kiss, turning his back to you and walks toward the punch table, that was more of a buffet if anything, given the unnaturally amount of food and desserts decorating the furniture piece.

You gnaw slightly at the bottom of your lip with a smile, and your fingers trace the spider trinket of the necklace around your neck, a voice interrupts your dreamy thoughts from behind you and you turn around.

"Can we talk? I know I say that a lot for the past three chapters of our conversations, but...please." Peter walks closer to you and you take a step back when he does, your hand falls to your side with a frown.

"Not now, or maybe ever." You scoff, attempting to walk away from him but he gently steps in your way.

This was going to take a turn for the worst, that much you could tell.

"Please!" He gives you puppy dog eyes, and looks at you as if this was the last thing he will ever get the chance to do. You groan before giving in.

"Make it quick."

Peter nods and lets go of your arm, trailing his eyes from your necklace down to your dress, the words spill from his mouth before you could even comprehend them.

"I love you." He breathes, and your heart drops to your stomach.

"Stop."

You try to walk away again, because your head was starting to hurt and you didn't have it in you to deal with Peter's bullshit.

"No, listen to me, just listen." Peter quickly shakes his head and steps in your way once more and you notice his heartbroken stare.

"I get that you hate me, I understand that you want nothing to do with me and you're with Miles, but I love you. It took me way too long to realize that, but I--I do." The brown haired boy runs a hand through his hair in frustration, you keep quiet to let him speak his mind.

You were long gone out of love with Peter Parker, the same boy who broke your heart on your birthday, because he was in love with someone else. He for some reason thinks it'd be a good idea to express his feelings at a school dance that you had gone with, with your boyfriend, that was not him.

The deju vu was eating through your body, you were wondering where the hell Miles was with that punch.

"It's too late to even tell you this, but thats why MJ broke up with me, not because I told her but I mean she's a perspective girl so...y'know." Peter shrugs in defeat as you nod slowly, your head still trying to digest his words.

"Peter, you're so stupid." You finally say and he blinks in utter confusion, but you continue anyway.

"You have no right to tell me you love me, months later and I mean months later. Because its unfair and it's selfish, you put me through hell and back, only to do it again once I find a little ounce of happiness." You ramble in anger, not knowing what else to say as you try to put all your thoughts into one simple breakdown for him.

"I know--"

"No, you don't." You cut him off quickly and held up a finger in his face. "Because if you knew like you claimed, you wouldn't had made it your life's mission to seek out attention from me or whatever the hell it is you're trying to do. I was happy for you and MJ, I grew to accept that, so why can't you do the same for me?"

Peter's face switch from confusion and hurt to a glaring look within seconds, and you almost regret your words.

"You told me you loved me while I was trying to meet ends with MJ, and now you're telling me I can't do the same? To the person who's wearing a birthday gift I gave her, around her boyfriend." He argues and sadly, he does have a point.

You were lost for words for a brief moment and Peter scoffs at your silence.

"That's not fair."

"No, if you throw the ball at me, I'm going to throw it back harder. You claim to not love me anymore but you wouldn't still be wearing that necklace if your feelings changed." Peter takes a step closer to you.

You're paralyzed, not having the energy to fight back as his words sink into your brain. He was so painfully right, you knew deep down no matter how hard you deluded yourself that there was still feelings there, and Peter was your first love, so you can't just completely shut him out of your life, no matter what the boy did or how bad he hurt you.

"I know that...but Peter I'm with someone else. Had you told me this before months ago, maybe things would be different, but you need to stop trying." You're sure these words hurt him more than they hurt you, but you were so sick and tired of the one feeling the rougher end of the stick.

Peter needed a taste of his own medicine anyway.

"Please, stop trying."

He nods his head in a silent bob, the tension simmering down from the screaming steam that loomed around the two of you.

Peter looked like a kicked dog, which kind of made you frown, but you knew better than anything to try and comfort him in the way he hoped you would.

"Okay."

"Okay?" You furrow your eyebrows at the one word after a few uncomfortable seconds of silence.

"Okay, I'll stop. I want you to be happy, and I shouldn't be the reason you're not." Peter slides his hand into yours and you feel the unsettling consolation within his touch, biting your bottom lip as you watch him sigh with a deflated smile.

"Just know that I do love you, even if you don't feel the same way anymore, I know deep down you do."

You didn't think you'd cry on prom night, but the tears had made an unannounced approach, you were just thankful that the mascara you had on was waterproof.

Quickly, you wipe your tears and nod your head with a clear of your throat and take a step back.

"I should go look for Miles." You gesture your thumb behind you to nowhere in particular, Peter's hand slip from yours for the very last time. He tilts his head and looks around the gym.

"Alright."

You had no idea of what to do, so you just stare at Peter for a moment as he stares at you.

This boy was truly the love of your life, you did everything together but sometimes not everyone is meant to be.

When he broke your heart on your birthday, you thought you would never find the kind of connection the two of you had again, and it ate at your heart. Peter had ripped it out, and held it in his hand, maliciously squeezing at it but not intending to, because he was as lost as you were, truly.

The two of you didn't know how to love, and that was evident. He thought he loved someone else, but he was wrong. Karma some might say, but you'd call it a life lesson for him. You on the other hand, didn't have any idea what you were doing. Miles wasn't a rebound from Peter, he was a saviour from him. Though not put so nicely, but Peter was an experience to learn from, to grow from and that's what you did.

From the break up, the who kissed who, and the lingering feelings he had for you, you all but hoped Peter would find someone who wasn't you, someone who loved him for him as he could love them for who they were.

You knew it wouldn't be you, and you were glad. Peter deserves happiness as much as you did.

Even if the two of you wouldn't end up hand in hand.

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potentialguybodyswaps · 1 year

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Jockifacation

Being one of the smartest nerds in school sometimes had it perks, I mean sure most of the nerds got bullied and treated like shit by a lot of the school, especially the sports teams, but there were a few of us that were able to escape from the public humiliation that comes with being a nerd

Us top tier nerds, as I like to call us, we’re the ones that the Dean had picked to help tutor some of the more important students, like the ones who parents had made large Contributions, and the sports team, that all he really cared about, the people that really mattered.

As usual, the dean gave us nerds a heads up that a pop quiz was coming in some of the different classes we all shared with the assigned person that we’re in charge of making sure pass

The guy I was in charge of was one of the basketball players, his name was jake

He wasn’t the dumbest jock in the school, and thank god for that, I feel bad for the guy that had Brad, bro might have retard strength but also the intelligence of one.

atleast I can work with jake, might be annoying with his slow ability to grasp concepts and the constant side stories about the team, his latest conquest, how All this school work is pointless cause he’s gonna be a professional some day… etc

Jake was from a small red neck town and Texas and you could tell, he kinda stood out here in California with his accent and very little understanding of basic algebra, I guess they didn’t teach that were he’s from

it was probably around midnight when I finally got him to remember and be able to apply The Quadratic Formula, now Hopfully he can maintain it for 12 hours

“Aye bro thanks for helping me out with all this math shit, if you ever need anything partner just let me know” he said getting up to stretch

I got up to stretch too and crack my back

“I mean not unless you can make it so I don’t have to stay up late night tutoring members of the team because the dean demands it haha” i said laughing and smiling a sleepy smile at him

“Shiiiiit cuz, I got you just put this hat on” he said taking his hat off and handing it to me

“I mean thanks for the symbolic gesture but I don’t think a hat will do much” i said staring at it in my hands

“Just put it on bro, and you’ll be a part of the team” he said reaching over to guide it and place it on my head

“So is that it? Am I part of the team now haha?”

“Nah bruh, you gotta turn it backwards to start the uh, process”

“Start what process? some sort of initiati-“

I said as I felt it start

“Initiation? initially? Initials? No bro, initiation, god dam I had a brain fart for a minute there bruh haha…” I said stumbling on my words

“Bro? Bruh? What’s happening I don’t use those words!?” I thought to myself as my eyes started to glaze over

“There you go cuz, it’s starting, don’t worry, you should be a full fledged member in a few minutes, then you’ll never have to worry about tutoring again haha, the process kills quite a bit of brain cells” he said sitting back down smiling as he slowly closed his eyes

I tried to get up and take the hat off but I could barely move as I felt my mind weakening and my body was in too much pain as it reshaped it’s self to move

I could feel my thoughts get slower as my body changed more and more

“Mhmmmm b-b-bro h-help” I was able to mumble out, able to hear my voice getting lower

“Just let it take its course” Jake said not budging

My long shaggy hair got shorter and receded back into my scalp until it was short enough to fit inside the cap

My acne disappeared until my face was smooth and I could feel my face reorganizing itself, wholes appearing in my ears for some new giant fake earrings

Next was my sweatshirt I wore to hide my skinny frame dissolved into my skin as it looked like I gained 25 pounds of muscles as my arms became swole and my chest became hard with 6 pack abs from years of working out

“No that’s not right, I never spent years working out, going to the gym, I read books all the time and prepared for tests, played dnd with my nerd friends”

“Nerd friends? I don’t have those, I might skip leg day and not be on any teams but they always considered me a honorary member right?”

Next most of my jeans dissolved into my legs as my calf’s gain muscles from practicing in the gym and on the court with my fellow team mates

“Nah bruh, something about this isn’t right bro” I said standing up suddenly realizing I can move again

“But uh bruh I can’t remember what” I said taking the cap off to scratch my head

Jake looked over and jumped up looking concerned and walked over grabbing the cap

“It’s fine bro, we was just getting ready to go to a party, but the bitch hosting it sent out a text saying not to come for another hour, there was an issue getting the alcohol, we all know how much you like to drink cuz haha”

“Oh ok” I said setting down on the couch… some small part of me was screaming not to wear the cap but it was kinda stupid cause let’s be honest, I look hot wearing this cap

I put the cap back on and closed my eyes for a few seconds

I hadn’t noticed how weird I looked since my jeans weren’t exactly gone but were now Jean shorts

Didn’t matter tho cause my jeans morphed into some white shorts with a red strip to match my cap, right after that my underwear morphed into some tight American eagle pair as I felt my dick grow from 2 inches soft, to 4 soft.

“I can’t wait to go the party ima fuck so many bitches tonight” I thought to myself giggling like a dummy

Wait that isn’t right? I don’t get any bitches on my dick, no one wants to be with a small dick nerd, a 4 inch hard on is pathetic.

“Man what was that thought? I’m not a nerd! I’m a fucking jock bruh! And 4 inches being pathetic? Maybe hard, but that’s me just soft, I’m atleast 6 inches hard. never really cared to measure, chicks always seemed to love it when I fucked them, and if they think I’m small, their just fucking loose pussy bitches!” I thought to myself as I started getting hard pitching a tent

I opened my eyes to see Jake smiling at me

“Wtf you looking at bro? You gay or someshit? I mean that’s fine but just don’t try no shit with me bro” I said mean mugging him

“Nah bro, looks like you got some business to take care of, I’ll uh, be in the bathroom for a bit cuz” Jake said getting up to go to the bathroom

A small voice in my head was telling me something’s wrong, take the cap off, who wears hats inside?

But I decided there was something more pressing, and it’s in my pants

I pulled my shorts down to see my dick straining against my underwear, I pulled them down to let my dick flap out

I grabbed it to feel emence pleasure

I could feel something inside of me traveling down to my balls but I didn’t care, the pleasures were to much, felt like I’ve never jerked off before…

It only took me a few minutes for me to cum my brains out, figuratively and literally unbeknownst to my new jock brain, losing what little remains of my nerd personality, and 55 iq points, taking me down from 145 to 90.

“Fuck bro that felt great haha, i don’t know why I came so fast, must just be a fluke or something” I said to myself

Just then jake walked back outside

“Ya that happens to everyone at first when they go though the process of becoming a jock” he said smirking

“What you mean becoming a jock? I’ve always been one dude” I said a bit offended he didn’t think I’m a jock, I’ve hung out with jake for years now!

“Bro, we’re are we right now?!” Jake said throwing his hands up and looking around dramatically

“Uh my room” i said

“Ya and look at it, it’s a room for a nerd” he said looking at me with a look of annoyance on his face.

“Oh god, your right, I gotta change this shit bro, babes aren’t gonna find this attractive” i said looking horrified of my nerdy room

“Dam straight cuz, it’s ok, you just went from a nerd to a jock boy after all haha, it’s to be expected, especially with memory loss of your old life” he said with a smile on his face

“Now let’s go to a late night party” he said walking towards me throwing a arm around my shoulder and walking us towards the door

“Wait, so you’re saying I use to be a nerd? Ew what the fuck bro… is there anyway that I’m gonna turn back into a faggy ass nerd?” I said concerned

“Nah bruh, once you cum after the transformation it’s permanent, your one of us now dude, I hope you like it haha” he said laughing

“Ya I don’t really remember being a nerd but I bet that shit sucked ass compared to being a jock that can pull bitches haha, and good, I wouldn’t ever wanna go back despite what that voice in my head was crying about” i said laughing

“Oh that voice? Don’t worry about it, just like your chance to go back to your old life, it disappeared when you cummed” he said laughing smacking me on the back

#Bodyswap #transformation #permanent

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azulera · 10 months

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Rashy noticing that's something has been wrong with you for the last few weeks and you just won't tell him and he's stressing trying to figure it out

azulera

Don’t Leave Me Alone

Pairing: Marcus Rashford x Black Reader

Words: 3.5k

Notes: ngl recent events have made me not even want to post but i already had this done and as i said, i do value that ppl like my writing enough to send requests. so here is this! hope u like it anon

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They'd picked the summer time to move in, late May to be exact, and Marcus was sure it was the smartest decision he’d ever been a part of. The prem season was ended, Y/N was out for the semester, they both had at least five weeks free to travel and relax, and there’d be no cold for the mover’s fingers to go blue in. The transporting itself had gone smoothly, each of her things finding its place in the huge expanse of his house, and the past month and a half of eating, sleeping and waking next to each other had been as nearest to perfect as Marcus thought life might get. So he couldn’t explain what, in the last seven days, could have possibly gone wrong.

“Is everythin alright, love?” He asked over the dinner table, which was sanded wood and brought over from Y/N’s apartment, much smaller than the one he’d used before.

She looked up from her plate and blinked. “Do you mean about dinner? I think I finally got the potatoes right this time, yeah.”

“No, not the food.” The side of his mouth lifted. “You’ve just seemed a bit down, this week, I don’t know. Just wanted to ask, see if there was anythin buggin you?”

“Oh,” She passed a hand over her hair. “Just tired, I guess. It was a rough semester.”

“Yeah, it was – you smashed it, though. But,” He paused until she looked at him, and was immediately taken by her brown eyes, which, unreadable as they were, he’d always found incredibly beautiful. “If anything’s wrong, you can tell me. I’d want to help.”

“Mhm.” She replied, and flitted her eyes away, pushing up from the table. “Let’s clean up?”

He nodded, though he wasn’t convinced, and stood up to take their few dishes to the kitchen. They rinsed and loaded in a silence not as comfortable as it ought to have been, and soon finished, Y/N pausing in front of the rumbling machine. From behind, Marcus pulled her into an embrace, fitting his hands around her waist and mumbling into her neck.

“Wanna come cuddle wi’me for a bit? We can watch the next Narcos.”

He felt her take a deep breath, and then lightly pat the hand that held her.

“I’ve got a little headache, actually. Think m’gonna lay down for the night.”

Marcus frowned. “You want me to watch the next episode? Without you?”

“Yeah, go ahead – I’ll get caught up when you’re on your trip next week. I’d just really like to lay down.”

Fatigue colored her voice, and Marcus felt a little more sure that she really was just under the weather, and not anything worse.

“D’you want me to bring you tea? Water? Medicine?”

She shook her head “no”, and turned around, another sigh hitting the fabric of his t-shirt.

“S’alright, then. Hope you get feeling better, babe.” He leaned in, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then two to the dark spirals of her hair. “I’ll be up in a bit. I love you.”

A near silent “thank you” left her lips, and she squeezed his hand once. And then Marcus was left in the kitchen alone.

After a mild pre-season session the next day, Marcus skipped showering to go straight to his car. When he’d seen her that morning, Y/N had still seemed poorly – she hadn’t left bed for tea and breakfast with him, and no silly texts or memes had come into his phone, the way they usually did during his long hours of training. Leaving now, he'd felt a strange, strong urge to get to her, like the sooner he did, the sooner things would go back to normal.

When he keyed into the house, however, her usual lounging spot – in the center of the living room sectional – was empty. As were the kitchen, bedroom, gym and laundry room that he walked to after. He found her instead on the back patio, cuddled into herself on the sunbed, with her curls spread wild and loose about her shoulders. A book was opened up and settled on her knees, and a pile of crumpled tissues sat just to her right.

“Hey, was lookin for you.”

The jitters that assailed him finally began to slow as he approached her, but didn’t fade completely.

“What’s all these for? You wasn’t crying, were you?”

“No, no, not really. It’s just this book. It’s pretty sad.” She tried to laugh at herself, but the sound came out wet and dull. “Or maybe I’m just dramatic.”

A range of emotions swept over him as he considered her pink, puffy eyes, the way she still wouldn’t hold his gaze for too long. His anxiety flared again, but he continued on with the plan he’d devised in the car, hopeful that it might still work.

“Well, I’m just about to run a bath, didn’t have time to shower after training. It could cheer you up, maybe. Did you wanna join me?”

It’s something special they do, just for them, a quiet and closeness involved that Marcus enjoyed far more than he’d ever said aloud. He hoped it would be enough to break through the wall he felt sprouting between them.

“But you’re all sweaty.” She said flatly.

He sucked his teeth, and sat alongside her on the thin mattress.

“That never stopped you before? When we were squeezed up in the one at your flat.”

“Right.” Her face fell, suddenly, as if she’d remembered something unpleasant. “But I’ve already showered, actually, a bit ago. Went out for a run.”

“That never stopped you before, either” Marcus wanted to say but didn’t, and focused instead on fixing his face to not reveal his disappointment.

“Okay.” He stalled a moment, weighing his next move. “Babe, are you sure everything is okay with you? M’a bit worried–”

“It’s fine, Marcus. It’s going to be fine, just …” She closed her eyes, and they glistened when they opened, focused seriously on his own. “I’m fine. Just stop pushing it, please.”

She gathered her book and trash and walked back into the house, which hurt him, but her last sentences hurt worse. If he wasn't meant to push, then what could he do? Sitting back and watching her pull further and further away from him was tortuous and seemed the opposite of what a good partner should do. Still, he nodded, even though she had already gone, and let his head fall into his hands.

A few hours later, in the bath, the jacuzzi jets going but alone, nothing was as it should have been. Already he missed the slide of her wet skin against his, how the brown of it went faintly pink the hotter she ran the water, which was scalding enough by Marcus’ standards. Now it felt lukewarm at best, the bubbles even less fluorescent, less bubbly than usual, without her there to scoop handfuls of them to paste on his face and chest, making herself giggle and cleaning their bodies in the process. He missed that, too, he realized, her body – it’s softness and strength, and how easily it yielded and came alive under his hands, but more concerning was her mind, which was somewhere outside its optimal state, and seemingly getting worse by the day.

He leaned his head back against the tub’s edge and sighed. It was a soft sound, quickly lost among the hum of the jets and the noise of his muscles singing and thanking him, but then he heard something else. Crying. Quiet, choked-off sobs from the other side of the en suite door, that he knew Y/N was trying to hide, but didn’t know why. The sound alone carved a hole deeper in his chest.

Before he realized it, he’d risen from the bath, shampoo still in his hair, and pushed open the door to their bedroom.

Squinting through the dark, Marcus could tell she was in the bed, asleep, or at least pretending to be. He debated whether or not to wake her – his every instinct begged him to, but the noise of tears had stopped, and he’d been specifically, harshly instructed not to “push”.

He waited several moments anyway, eyeing her sleeping form, burning up inside, but when she didn’t budge, he stepped back into the bathroom, mindful of the growing puddle he’d created on the carpet.

Under the shower head, he rinsed his hair and dried off, putting on his lotion and moisturizer in record time, all the while his mind racing, trying to settle the unease twisting up his chest and throat. When he got to the bedroom, he set his alarm and settled in under the covers behind her, as close as he dared.

Though her breaths came and went evenly, something in him, maybe something of his own creation, told him she was awake, that she could hear him. He felt free to unburden himself, and say what he wanted her to know.

“M’here for you, Y/N.” He used one arm to hold her against his chest, and the other to fix her hair scarf where it had ridden up in the back. “Hope you know that. Whatever it is, we can … fix it, talk about it, at least, together. Love you ... don’t wanna lose you.”

He knew the words were true, and could feel their sincerity aching somewhere deep in his bones. But he feared he was running out of ways to make sure Y/N believed it, too.

By the following day, Marcus decided “not pushing” was no longer a viable option. Y/N was gone from bed even before him, and he turned to his night-table to find a message saying she’d gone out for an early run again and to get coffee. It wasn’t a strange occurrence on its own, but the way the last few days had gone, weeks really, this latest change to their patterns was enough to set him on a nervous edge. All through the day, his head was gone, drifting and distracted while training, and his thoughts sprinting to the worst - Y/N wanted to move out, she wanted to break up with him – in any moment he had idle.

But when his third check-in text sent from the rain-wet bed of the physio suite went unanswered, as did the two facetime call requests, it became slightly harder for him to breathe. The PT scrunched his face, but Marcus didn’t explain, wasn’t sure he’d be able to speak if he tried, and he’d been forced through two rounds of deep breathing before he’d let him off the table.

As soon as the gaffer released them, Marcus raced home through the rain that had begun to pour, calling one more time to no avail, but trying to stay rational. He imagined her sat in her spot on the big sofa in the sitting room when he arrived, apologetic and with some perfectly logical story of what had kept her from her phone all day, and what had depressed her mood the past few weeks.

He opened the front door, however, to silence, and her car keys still gone. His stomach dropped, and an icy, despairing prickle crawled over his skin. Was he overreacting? Or should he have pushed more?

Somehow he knew the rest of the house and even the back porch would be empty, just as silent, and found himself climbing the stairs anyway. His legs stopped by the room he used as his office, and he threw himself into the desk chair. He felt more calm, serious in there, for some reason, and composed himself enough to check her location, which was inconclusive, and click her contact another time. It went to voicemail once again, and he cursed, pulling at his hair.

After one heavy, frantic beat, he picked up the phone again to dial the only other number that would be useful at a time like this. The call picked up on the second ring.

“Mum?”

Marcus’ car had been in the driveway when you pulled up, but when you stepped into his house – your house, now – there wasn’t any trace of him. Late afternoon training usually left him in the kitchen or theater room, scarfing down whatever meals his nutritionist prepared before conking out in his-your bed for a few hours until dinner.

You checked your phone, which had been dead up until the last five minutes when you’d connected it to the car charger, and realized it was closer to dinner time than you’d thought.

Dropping off your raincoat and bag, you went in search of him. The blaring missed calls and texts deserved a response, as hard as it would be to face him in person. You didn’t want him to worry any more than he already did, even though you felt there was little, if anything, he could do.

“Marcus?” You called up the stairs, but there was only your footsteps, the patter of rain, in answer.

You began climbing anyway, sure the sounds of the house would lead you to him, and eventually heard his voice, muffled through the closed door of his office. You stopped, and leaned against the wall to listen.

“She won’t talk to me, mum, she won’t, I’ve tried everythin. She’s not physically hurt, no, but something is wrong. I know that much. It’s like she don’t even want to be around me.”

There was a pause, and an ache began in your chest. The distress in your partner’s voice was palpable.

“But I’ve gave her space. And I’ve even asked her up front what’s wrong, and still nothin. I'm leavin for my trip in a few days, and I won’t be able to fix anythin from there. Reckon she might even be gone by then.”

Each second you listened, you fell further and further into the mire of guilt, and it seemed impossible to get out. Some external force, whose name or origin you didn’t know, forced your hand onto the knob and pushed into the room.

You met his eyes, cautious, but found nothing but relief, unshed tears in them.

“Y/N. Baby.” His voice cracked around the words, and he flew to your side of the room, crushing you to his body, burying his face in your damp hair.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? Where were you?”

You tried, but couldn't speak around the lump in your throat. All you wanted was for him to hold you again, and to apologize for everything.

“Y/N. You’ve gotta talk to me, please. M’goin mad here, I’ve been goin mad–”

“I’m okay, Marcus. I’m not hurt.” You squeezed at his hands, trying to loosen their tight grip around your back and also trying to ground him. “Went for my run and coffee like I said, and then around to visit my mates at my old flat. My phone died, and I didn’t realize. I should’ve known you would worry.”

He looked back at you with wide eyes still, nodding slow like it was taking serious effort to comprehend the words leaving your mouth.

“I’m okay, baby. I promise.”

When he finally spoke, his voice was gravelly, but much quieter, and none of the terror gone from it.

“Y/N, look, know you asked me not to push, but I can't just do nothin while–”

“Wait, Marcus – can we sit and do this? Please. And you’ve gotta get out of this jacket, babe, it’s soaked. You’ll catch a cold.”

The familiar sound of your fussing seemed to center him further, and he slid the jacket off, settling stiffly on the futon along the opposite wall. His legs were spread wide, and he raised his hands to his knees, fingers digging into them.

Hesitantly, you followed, standing between his legs, watching his eyes, which you’d missed, and his lips, which you’d possibly missed even more. You paused before lowering yourself onto his knee.

“Is this okay?”

“‘Course” He breathed out, pulling you the rest of the way down and rubbing his hands gently up and down your back. It was the first moment you’d felt at ease in the last two weeks, and you took the time to just hug him, wiping at a drop of water puddled along his hairline. Gradually, everything that had been pent-up seemed much easier to face.

“I’ve been real distant the past weeks, haven’t I.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s cause I’ve been confused.”

“Confused about what?”

The intensity of his eyes suddenly became too much, and you pressed your cheek against his shoulder. You made sure your voice still reached him clear.

“Confused about my feelings. About us, about us living together.”

His stomach had gone cold with dread again, but you took the silence as a license to continue. You knew he would stop you if and when he’d heard enough.

“It’s been great, it really has, Marcus. You’re my favorite person to be around – you know that.” His insides smiled at the mention, since the past week had convinced him of the opposite. Still, his expression remained the same.

“And you seemed so happy, having me here. But sometimes, lately, it got — I don’t know, overwhelming? Like, I had my friends in my last flat with me, and it feels like I spend so much time here alone. When you’re here, I don’t feel like that, but that don't feel fair to you either.”

He bit his lip. “I don’t understand.”

“I know, it’s confusing, but it’s like, I’m used to my roommates, us all together, a lot of noise – even when you’re alone you’re not really alone. So whenever you get here, I want to recreate that, spend every second with you, if I can. Didn’t want you to think I was clinging, though? ‘Cause I know how that feels, too.” You paused to take a breath, and Marcus rubbed your back, silent encouragement to continue.

“Thought you should be able to come home and spend your time on your own, too, if that’s what you wanted. So I was moping, but trying to give you that, for a while. Thought that if I could give you some space until your trip next week, I’d be okay. I could use that week to get myself together, stop being ungrateful. ‘Cause I am so lucky, aren’t I? To be able to live with this person I love so much. But I guess I only made it worse.”

“So it’s findin a balance, then, that was hard. Findin ... where you and I, personal time ends, and where “us” time begins.” Marcus summarized.

There was an unspoken “Why didn’t you just say so?” at the back of his statement that your partner was too kind and too patient to say. But you deserved it, so you said it yourself.

“Exactly. But I should have told you that it was eating me up. Not tried to isolate myself, or shut you out. And I’m sorry, about that. ”

Marcus let the apology ring out, and laced the fingers of one of your hands together, a quiet absolution. You felt lighter, now, after having spoken your piece, but knew that didn’t mean the conservation was over.

“Don’t think I need to say I forgive you, because,” He leaned his chin into his palm thoughtfully, before looking up at you. “Because I really get it, you know. I do. I understand that you need your own space, to feel like your own person still. And also that I’m gone, and it’s just you here, a lot, which is new for you. I get that it’s overwhelming, that findin the balance bit. But– I’ve never done this, moved in with someone before, either, have I? It’s excitin, but it’s a lot of other emotions, too. You can’t assume how m’feeling, or how I want to spend my time, just like I can’t read your mind about what's got you upset, innit?”

He paused.

“And it’s like, we’ve gotta figure it out together, don’t we?”

You nodded.

“So when -if, you’re feelin like that again, you’ll tell me? Even if you think it’ll hurt my feelings, or whatever. And if you need to go spend extra time with your mates to feel alright, we’ll sort it. And I’ll do the same. Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

"You promise?"

You promised, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and chin against his head. With the most difficult part of the conversation over, your senses opened up enough beyond Marcus to notice that the sound of rain outside had ceased. The wet, grassy smell of his training kit finally entered your nose, and your good humor began to stretch its legs.

“So I don’t need to go pack my things?” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“No.” Marcus snorted. “Not unless you changed your mind the last 15 seconds.”

“Nah, I reckon I’ll stay. I'd miss the jacuzzi tub too much.” You sighed. “Saying no to that bath with you was the hardest thing I ever done.”

Marcus chuckled, enough air in his chest to do so now, and kissed you lightly on the lips.

“Fancy one now?” He repeated, and your “please” was fast and enthusiastic. He scooped you in his arms, and you held tight to him, murmuring quiet “I love you”s and knowing as you walked through the house –your house– that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

#marcus rashford x oc #marcus rashford x reader #marcus rashford x you #marcus rashford fanfiction #marcus rashford imagine #footballer x you #footballer x reader #football imagine #football fanfic

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thegoblinboy · 11 months

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This is a Drabble I came up with and I just want to post it because I can :)

Pretty Woman Au with A/B/O themes

Steve regrets every decision that led him into driving this stupid fucking car. He didn't know how to drive shift, and here he was parked in god knows where, with numerous hookers eyeing his car up. Grunting he moves to roll his window up, just in case. Before he can though an male Alpha has his arms on the window, a cocky little smirk on his face. His curls were falling into his eyes, in obvious need of a hair cut and from where Steve was sitting the light was slightly glistening off the guys piercings. With the way he was crouched over he couldn't see all of them accept for a few. His omega a bit alarmed that he has a Alpha on the side of car right now, who was starting to stink his car up with a raspberry scent.

"Hey big boy, looking for a good time tonight?" The Alpha talks smoothly, never raising or lowering his voice with the other. Smiling in a charming way as he doesn't move his eyes from the other. Faltering when Steve fidgets anxiously obviously nervous about the others presence. His mouth opens a bit as he tilts his head a little to the side, a lip ring making its self known as he takes a breath to say something but Steve was beating him to it.

"No- I'm not... I'm not looking for that sorry." Steve says firmly, or as firm as he could get. Watching at the others shoulders slouch a bit disappointed. Probably from the loss of money. "I'm kind of lost, do you know where the Prince's Shack is?" He asks. Sounding hopeful as he watches the other perk up again.

"Yeah.. it's that rich hotel right?" Steve nods in response, biting his lip a bit as the guy grins mischievously. "Yeah, for a twenty I can show you myself." That wasn't the worst idea, Steve was terrible at remembering directions when it came to driving.

Normally he had his phone up with a gps pulled up, but he had forgotten to grab it in his rush to get the hell out of the party he had been at. Not wanting to face both his parents who had dropped in unannounced to check up on his partnerships. He was probably going to hear about it over the phone tomorrow, but for now he was contemplating whether or not it was safe to allow a random Alpha into his car. One that could easily hold him at knife point for all of his money. Though Steve wasn't the smartest, and the man in front of him seemed desperate to get in his car. Constantly looking over his shoulder as if he was expecting someone.

"Alright, get in the damn car." Steve sighs. Rubbing a hand through his hair. Eyes never moving away from the other, who's grin only grows bigger as he nearly climbs in the window from excitement. Sitting down, chains hit the seat and Steve doesn't understand how the hell he had the will power of rejecting this Alpha. The outfit wasn't the sexiest, but the other was definitely working with what he got. A black see through top showing of his tattooed chest and body, the bottom of said shirt tucked in a pair of black ripped skinny jeans that didn't leave much to the imagination. If they were passing on the side walk Steve wouldn't have guessed this guy was a hooker. Though he could understand why anyone for that matter would want to spend the night with him, just one glance at his hand covered with rings Steve was even considering having his way the dude.

He's snapped from his thoughts when the guy tosses a bag onto the floor of the car, a leather coat wrapped around the strap. Closing the door shut behind him as he leans over the cup holder with a grin. "You are a life saver my friend." He says happily.

Steve just huffs as he starts to car back up, struggles with the shift cringing along with his passenger at the noise that comes out of the car as they start to move forward. "Just buckle up." Steve bosses the other with ease, it was apart of his job after all. It was also worth watching the others facial expression, who falters for a second earning a exaggerated facial expression and hand gesture from Steve. Who was trying to act annoyed. The click of the seat belt is what signals Steve into conversation. "So what's your name?"

"What do you want it to be baby?" The guys tone is back to the flirty one he held earlier. Earning a scoff from Steve who gives him a 'really' look. Watching him deflate as he gives in. "It's Eddie." He huffs out before pointing at the shift in the others hand. "Do you even know how to use that?" He asks, cooling off with trying to get in Steve's pants, which was much appreciated as Steve quickly shakes his head no.

"Nope," he pops the p as he pulls up to the light. "Not one fucking clue." He answers, messing with the shift again. Scrunching his nose up at the noise before looking up at the other. "Do you know how?" He asks curiously. Secretly praying to all that was holy that this man did know.

"Yeah I do..." Eddie looks at him as he squints his eyes at him. "You look like a George, can I call you George?" He asks. A hint of amusement in his eyes, causing a snort to erupt from Steve's chest.

"No- it's Steve. And you will be driving me to my hotel." He says bossily. Unbuckling himself as Eddie's eyes grow wide. Moving and parking the card off to the side, turning the car off and pulling the keys out of the ignition. Just in case the other decided to get smart with him. He moves out of the car smoothly, raising a impatient eyebrow at the other who was quickly stumbling out and over his feet. Moving and passing Steve as they trade spots.

Steve now sits in the passenger side, slightly anxious now knowing that this guy could drive him anywhere and not listen. But he once again he found himself doing something stupid and reckless. Throwing the keys to the other, who was slowly getting amped up about driving a sports car. Hands tapping the wheel excitedly as he checks everything. Purposely looking at Steve with a grin, before he's hitting the gas pedal and they go much faster then what Steve had been driving. A lot smoother as well and no alarming sounds coming from the vehicle which was a improvement.

Idk if I want to continue this 😭

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #a/b/o headcanon #pretty woman au #just a drabble #or unfinished one shot?#idk if I should continue

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naughtyneganjdm · 1 year

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Mine - Chapter 3

Summary: After a major event happens, Y/N feels conflicted with her emotions between how she feels about both Negan and Joel.

Characters: Joel Miller (TLOU), Negan (TWD), the reader (OC, third person), Ellie Williams (TLOU), Tommy Miller (TLOU), Maria Miller (TLOU) etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45115177/chapters/113942644

Warnings: Swearing, angst, etc.

Notes: If you like this story or have any kind of comment at all, please let me know! I'm satisfied even with emojis. Thank you for those that have taken interest in this story! I appreciate you. Gif Credits: @loregifs & @jdmorganz

Exhaustion ate at Y/N as she climbed up the steps to where her job needed her. It was early in the morning and she had already been at work for a while. Last night her mind was so full of her own negative thoughts that she didn’t sleep. That was two days in a row with little to no sleep. It was definitely taking its toll on her body, but she was going to do her best to get through the day. This job needed her to be alert, so she had to force that tiredness down just to get through her shift. Not sleeping was becoming a very common thing for her lately and considering she worked somewhere she needed to be physical, it wasn’t exactly the smartest of things. It meant she was counting on the coffee that she could get and she didn’t know how much that would actually help. Things were already dragging.

When she made it to the top of the stairs not many people were at work, but Tommy and Negan were already there. They seemed deep in conversation over some papers they were discussing. Approaching them, she knew that her footsteps had alerted them that she was coming because they both looked up to gaze at her.

“Good morning beautiful,” Negan’s smiled tugged at the corners of his lips hearing Y/N groan when she stepped before the two of them. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being called beautiful. Hell, that was sweet. It was that she was exhausted and she didn’t really know if she was ready for being so social this early in the morning.

“Beautiful? Why is her nickname nice?” Tommy looked to Negan with his face scrunched up. “You’re a dick to everyone, but you’re nice to her?”

“He calls you pretty boy. How is that any different than beautiful?” she reasoned with Tommy and it drew a glare from Tommy’s dark eyes making her laugh. “Plus, you call him Sticks.”

“He means it in a negative way,” Tommy pointed out looking back to the clipboard that he had in his hands. “And Ellie is the one that came up with Sticks. Joel and I just took it on because it works.”

“Which led to everyone else in town calling me that,” Negan reminded Tommy who seemed amused with the fact it spread like that. “I guess I’ve been called worse though, so I guess I’ll take it.”

“Keep it up with Mr. Grumpy Pants and I’m sure Joel will come up with something new,” Y/N teased making Negan chuckle before he went back to look at the work they were originally discussing. Y/N leaned against the metal railing of the platform walkway letting the two of them talk. It was undoubtedly about the installation of the oversized turbine that they had hanging over the work floor. It was something they were happy to find in good condition so they could switch out one of the old ones. Turning to stare out at it, she was in awe of how big it actually was. They had obviously hoisted this thing up last night when she had already gone home, but it was huge and it reminded her of going to museums in the past as a child. There were so many questions she had. How did they get it here? How long did it take to get here? Where did they find it? Instead she just focused on the simple. “How many people did it take to get that thing up and hanging?”

Y/N looked back over her shoulder at Tommy knowing that he would have been the one that was in charge of this whole thing with Maria’s father. Tommy handed Negan over the clipboard that he was holding and moved in beside her, “A lot.”

“That’s not a number,” she huffed making Tommy let out a long exhale.

“Personally, I think it should have been switched out last night when you had everyone here,” Negan noted, stepping in beside Y/N so they could stare out at it. There was a sound that made Negan flinch making both Y/N and Tommy look at him. It was being held up by many cables and was visibly heavy as hell. “If you don’t get that done sometime soon, the cables are going to snap. You can hear the tension the weight of that fucker is causing on the cables.”

“We took out the old one yesterday and got this thing hoisted up,” Tommy explained, observing the cables that were holding the turbine up off the ground and in the air. “Trust me, we have enough cables on it. Nothing is bringing that sucker down.”

“You say nothing and I hear the straining of the cables,” Negan insisted with a wrinkle of his nose, looking up again. The vein at the side of Negan’s neck was protruding showing that he was stressed looking up at the thing. “I think you should have used more cables. If that thing drops it could fucking kill someone.”

“It’s been up all-night Negan. If it was going to fall it probably would have done it during the night I reckon,” Tommy pointed out, his southern drawl trying to assure Negan that everything would be fine. “Trust me, it’s not going anywhere. In less than an hour we will have everyone here again to get it in place. We’ll have the hands and the manpower to get it in its proper place. They made sure last night that it was up their securely.”

“I’m telling you Tommy, I can hear the cables straining,” Negan repeated, trying to stress how he was feeling about the whole thing. “I feel like we should get everyone out of here just until we’re ready to get that thing down.”

“I hear you, but there is just a few of us anyways. We need to get these water pressures tested before we get that thing into place,” Tommy instructed making Negan grumble under his breath when he didn’t agree with that kind of decision. “Negan, it’s going to be fine. Trust me.”

The sound of footsteps on the platform were heard making Negan’s head turn to see that Joel was approaching them. Negan snapped his fingers at Joel before waving him to them. Joel stopped, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Negan was calling out to him before slowly approaching, “Thank God you’re here Joel. Would you tell your brother that it’s for the best if we get everyone out of here before those cables snap? I know everyone is going to be here in the next hour to get it where it needs to go, but the cables are pulled taut. I would be so much more comfortable if we got the fuck out of here until that point. I don’t think we should risk the people we do have. If I’m wrong, then I can admit it, but what’s the worst that happens?”

Instead of listening to Negan, Joel’s eyes were on Y/N and it made her feel uncomfortable. This morning she left before Joel woke up and she was sure that he was confused as to why, “Joel?”

“What?” Joel grumbled seeing the frustrated expression that Negan was giving him before he looked up at the turbine being held above them. Joel observed it for a moment before his dark eyes lowered to look to Y/N again. “You know, I’m sure it’s fine.”

“I just wish we could get that thing down before the cables give out,” Negan pushed further making Tommy grunt. “If you listen to the sound the cables are giving off. It’s not good.”

“We don’t have the people to do that yet Negan. It’s heavy,” Tommy reiterated making Negan lower his head and let out an overwhelmed breath.

“Just wait a minute Tommy,” Joel pressed his finger in over his lips to get everyone to silence themselves. Joel listened carefully making Negan’s eyebrows arch up. Giving everything one final look, Joel gave a simple shrug. “It seems fine to me. We’ll just be extra careful and try to stick around the edges. We won’t let anyone underneath it. I reckon Tommy here knows what he’s doing more than any of us. He’s been here the longest.”

“Whatever you say boss,” Negan shook his head visibly frustrated that both Miller boys were blowing off his worries. Negan’s hands rest at his hips and it was obvious he wanted to fight more for it, but he felt like it was going to go on deaf ears. “Well, I guess I should haul ass and work on checking the pressure. So if you will excuse me…”

When Negan walked away it was obvious that he didn’t agree with the decision as he cussed under his breath and went to go do what he was assigned. Attempting to follow him, Y/N felt Joel grabbing a soft hold of her wrist before she could leave and it made her let out a long sigh, “Joel, I have to help him.”

“Could we have a minute?” Joel asked of his little brother and it seemed like Tommy wanted to say something, but he simply just nodded his head. Tommy took his time in walking away before Joel turned on his heel to have his chocolate brown eyes hook with Y/N’s. With a long sigh, Joel released her wrist and shrugged. “Why did you leave before I woke up?”

“I had some things to get done here early,” she lied knowing that she didn’t feel like facing Joel after the scene she caused last night. During the night, she really put the blame on herself for feeling the way she did. The last thing she wanted was Joel mad or upset with her for not feeling loved enough. A fear had been spinning in her head making her panic. She could do what Negan suggested and talk things out with Joel, but there was that chance he would get angry with her and not want her in his life at all. So she just held back her emotions instead and snuck out before she could make an even bigger fool of herself in her eyes.

“I would have made us some breakfast,” Joel’s hands shifted and she wondered if he was about to grab her hands, but instead he pushed his hands into his pockets. His eyebrows tensed, his jaw flexing when his lips parted. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself and sighed. “I think we should have talked about…things.”

“I thought you might be mad at me,” she explained, not finding herself wanting to lie to him. Joel shook his head, his eyebrows arching in curiosity when she made that comment. “After I just left you last night, I figured you might be upset with me.”

“I probably deserved it,” Joel stammered and she knew that it was him just trying to make her feel better to some degree. “I just think we need to talk.”

“You’re not really someone who wants to talk about things,” she reminded him and Joel tipped his head from side to side before sighing. It was a true statement. Joel would rather shut down completely than fight or discuss things that were negative. “I love you enough to push my feelings aside. If you don’t love me and it makes you feel forced and uncomfortable when I say certain things, then I promise you I will learn to hide those emotions. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” Joel hushed her, stepping forward raising his hand up like he was going to touch her face, but instead he squeezed over her shoulder. Closing the distance between the two of them, he started to whisper as she felt a chill flood down her spine. “Also, I never said that I didn’t…”

There was a silence, her eyebrows bouncing up when he had a problem saying that word, “Love me?”

“It’s just complicated,” Joel sighed loudly, his eyes gazing all around them and she wished he would have cared less about what other people thought in this moment. “I’m complicated.”

“No shit,” she joked making a bit of color flush into Joel’s cheeks. “You told me from the beginning that you were not an affectionate person. I heard the warnings and I got with you anyways. It’s wrong of me to try to pressure you into being someone that you don’t want to be.”

“Y/N,” Joel frowned, he wanted to say so much, but he couldn’t muster it up enough to actually come up with the words. She stood there. Her eyes staring out at him. There was that want to hear the things she had so desperately needed, but he didn’t know how to give her what she wanted. It just took…time. Feelings were hard for him.

“Joel,” someone called out to him making him grumble under his breath.

“We’ll finish our conversation later,” Joel offered making her swallow down hard and nod. What else could she say really? Joel just left her to her work and she went to it.

Maybe burying herself in her job would be the way to make herself feel better. There were so many things that she wanted in this life, but it was an apocalyptic world after all. It was a miracle that she was living in a town like Jackson let alone even being alive. She’d just have to train herself to stop being so emotional about things and just be happy to have the things she did in life.

There was a strange sound that filled the air making her lift her head. The large turbine that had been the topic of discussion earlier was wiggling above her on the second story platform she was on. If it was as sturdy as Tommy suggested that wouldn’t be happening, right? Swallowing down hard, she wanted to trust Joel’s brother, but the vibrations that were traveling down the cables that were hoisting it up had her frozen.

“I don’t like that,” Negan called out from where he was across the way. Lowering her stare, she saw him wave his hand about. “Do whatever you have to and then get the fuck out of there. The sound is making me nervous as hell.”

“I can see why,” she responded knowing that the tension was clearly strong on the cables before she went back to checking the valves she was supposed to. There was definitely reason for Negan to worry and she was noticing now what Negan had been mentioning to Tommy was a valid complaint.

Working quickly had her fumbling with things and she was cussing to herself. Fear was flooding her veins wondering if Negan was right that the turbine was not stable. With a snapping sound, she felt the tool that she needed falling from her hands and onto the metal flooring. Swiftly looking over her shoulder, she saw one of the cables swinging about after it had snapped leaving the turbine to wiggle back and forth putting even more tension on the other cables that were barely holding it up.

Her heart was racing when another snap of a cable filled the air. She should have been running and getting the hell out of there since it was predominantly over her, but she couldn’t move. There was yelling, but before she could physically respond to everything she felt her body being tackled away just as more of the cables broke with a popping sound that echoed throughout the entire building. Just as she hit the ground with someone who took most of the weight of the fall with a groan, a crashing sound that shook them surrounded them as the turbine came smashing through the second story metal platform. Where she was standing before would have been where the heaviest part of the turbine landed after most of the cables broke. It would have crushed her if she was still there. The person that grabbed her was still scrambling to pull them back with the final cables starting to give out showing that the turbine was going to fall completely.

Doing her best to crawl back as quickly as she could seeing that the final threads of the cables were giving out made her realize she was losing this battle. People were screaming for them to move, but there was nowhere for them to go. They were stuck up on the platform and had been trapped.

“We have to get up,” Negan’s voice boomed beside her making her realize that it was Negan who had saved her life. Pieces of the wall started crumbling down around them before the final snaps of the cables were heard. It gave them no time to run as the turbine crashed through the platform.

Wrapping his arms around her, Negan did his best to keep her from getting hurt knowing that they were far enough away from the turbine that neither of them would be crushed, but it wouldn’t keep them safe from the loose cables or the destruction that was going to come to the platform they were on. The part of the platform they were on snapped after the turbine plowed through the area she was standing before. It caused them both to drop down with their section of their platform making them fall to the first floor.

“Fuck!” Negan wailed out in agony that undoubtedly filled the building when Negan’s shoulder took the brunt of the fall they had together. It knocked the wind out of the both of them leaving them frozen in the shambles of the platform that they went down with. It felt like the world was spinning around her. The fall had definitely made her disoriented. Dust had been kicked up and there was no doubt that they were both injured. But how badly was really the question.

Negan’s breathing was loud and rubble was surrounding them from the fall they took. There was a grimace over Negan’s face showing he was in severe pain. People in the building were starting to run out to them in attempts to help but another piece of the platform over them was visibly hanging ready to break and fall.

With a roar, Negan managed to pull them up from the rubble, using his left arm to drag her across the floor to safety before dropping down again. Gasps filled the air when Negan managed to move them just in time to avoid being crushed again by the remaining parts of the platform. Negan was curled up in pain when people finally were able to get to them to check on them to make sure they were safe.

“Focus on her,” Negan demanded rolling onto his back, lifting his head to stare out at Y/N with worried eyes. If anything, it was Negan that should have been checked on. He took on the weight of the fall. If anything her wrist felt like it was on fire. She knew that she would definitely have bruises and cuts from the accident, but it could have been a whole lot worse if he didn’t save her. Pushing at the people surrounding him, Negan cried out when he slid across to her and reached out with his left arm to pull her into his lap. If anything she was more so stunned than hurt, but Negan was worried about her lack of response to things. Negan’s fingers stroked at the side of her face making her turn into his touch. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she whimpered when Negan’s thumb stroked against her cheekbone. Negan let out a relieved breath, his forehead pressing to hers when she rest in against him while he held onto her. Closing her eyes tightly, she could hear Negan’s panicked breaths surrounding her and she nodded. “I swear. I’m okay.”

“Thank God,” Negan grumbled and she felt him kiss her forehead. The gesture surprised her, but she didn’t question it. They almost just died. Shifting up onto her wrist, she whined bracing her weight on it realizing that she had obviously hurt her wrist in the accident. With worried eyes, Negan looked down to survey her wrist. Having his finger stroking over her flesh to check on her had her heart hammering inside of her chest. “Is it broken?”

“I think it’s just sprained,” she explained with uneven breaths finally realizing that Negan’s arm was hanging at his right side and it made her let out a nervous sound. When her vision came completely to she could see that there was a cut on Negan’s cheek bone and the bridge of his nose. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” he assured her with a shake of his head, stroking his fingers over her jawline while she stared up at him with big eyes. “I’m sorry for tackling you.”

“Don’t be, I would be crushed if it wasn’t for you,” she reminded him, feeling his forehead pressing to hers again while others were trying to help them. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she heard the pained sound that fell from Negan’s throat, but she didn’t want to let him go in that moment knowing that this man had just saved her life.

“Y/N!” a voice screamed out, making her lift her head to see Joel running into the room. Trying to pull herself up, it took a minute before she was able to. Joel ran out to her, pushing through the people to get to her. When his arms wrapped around her, it took her breath away to have him hugging her. It hurt honestly with how tightly he hugged her, but he probably didn’t know and she didn’t care. Joel’s breathing was uneven while he squeezed her tightly to him. “I thought you were hurt…and I…”

“Negan saved my life,” she whispered, pulling her head back to see that Joel’s worried chocolate brown-colored eyes were focused solely on hers. Joel grasped her chin between his thumb and index finger, turning her head carefully to look at the scratches over her face. Joel surveyed her face before hugging her again and it made her rest her head against his shoulder. It was the first time that Joel had really showed her any kind of affection in public and she was drawn to it. Knowing that he was worried about her helped to settle her after everything happened.

“Holy shit,” Tommy’s voice surrounded them when he found his way to the accident. It made her look back over her shoulder to see Negan pulling himself up into a seated position. It looked like he was having trouble getting up, but Tommy helped get Negan to his feet. “Are you okay?”

“I think my shoulder is dislocated,” Negan looked to his right arm making Y/N let out a nervous sound when Joel carefully released her. When Joel stepped before Negan, it made Negan’s hazel eyes narrow out at him.

“I can fix it. It’s just going to hurt like hell,” Joel offered seeing Negan give him a small nod. Y/N stepped forward, Negan’s eyes were locked on hers when Joel reached for Negan’s arm. Stretching her fingers out, she grasped onto Negan’s hand that Joel wasn’t touching. “On the count of three…”

“Okay,” Negan gave a firm nod looking to Joel. “One…”

With a pained hiss, Negan tossed his head back, biting back on the agony that wanted to escape his lips after Joel had adjusted Negan’s shoulder back into place early. The veins in Negan’s neck were prominent with the stress and tension of what Joel had obviously just done to fix Negan’s shoulder. “You yee-haw motherfucker! Fuck! You said on fucking three!”

“You would have tensed up on three and it could have fucked it up,” Joel explained observing Negan’s arm while Tommy stood next to them still obviously flustered with what happened.

“I’m sorry. I should have listened to you Negan,” Tommy apologized as he paced the small space of the warehouse. It hadn’t destroyed any of the equipment to keep the electricity going, but it destroyed the second story platform and did some damage to the walls of the plant. “I’m so sorry.”

“I think it’s best we get them to the doctor right now,” Maria pushed through them to reach for both Negan and Y/N to get them away from the group of people.

Joel and Tommy followed not far behind while Maria and a few others helped get Y/N and Negan back to town to be seen by their doctor. They were sitting in the medical pavilion together and it was silent. Negan had the doctor look at Y/N first, he was resting back against the bed they had him on and it was obvious he was in a shit load of pain while they took care of Y/N.

It shouldn’t have, but there was a sense of happiness that flooded her body because Joel was on the side of her that wasn’t hurt, his fingers hooked tightly with hers in a supportive grasp while the doctor made sure everything was okay with her, “She doing okay doc?”

“Well, she has a sprained wrist with some bumps and bruises, but otherwise…” the doctor finished wrapping her wrist before pushing back and away from her. “She’s fine.”

“Thank God,” Joel stammered, leaning forward to press a kiss against the back of her hand making a sharp breath fall from her throat knowing that it was the first time Joel had ever done something like that in front of other people.

“You know,” Negan finally spoke up, his head lifting to look down at Tommy who was sitting at the opposite end of the room with Maria sitting beside him. “I hate to say I told you so, but I fucking told you so.”

“You were right, I was wrong,” Tommy agreed with Negan, his eyes full of remorse over what he had done. “Thankfully, Joel listened to you and moved people off the first floor so no one was hurt, but the two of you almost died because of my ignorance and I’m sorry.”

“Eh, I’m alive,” Negan felt the doctor moving in beside him and when the doctor urged him to sit up, Negan winced so loud that it made all of them jump. “Yeah, the ribs kind of hurt doc.”

“Let’s see what we have going on,” the doctor helped get Negan’s shirt off and as soon as he did, it made Y/N gasp out. Pulling her fingers from Joel’s, she got up from the bed and moved in beside Negan’s bed. Joel followed her, wanting to make sure that she was okay to stand when he spotted what she did.

“Shit, that bad?” Negan could see the color drained from Y/N’s face when he lifted his head to see the bruising that was done to his ribs already and to his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I just wanted to make myself more colorful.”

“With your mouth? I think your colorful enough,” Maria stood up from the seat she was in to stand at the bottom of Negan’s bed. “People are going to know what you did Negan.”

“I’m not dying or dead Maria. I have broken ribs,” Negan winced when the doctor moved him to look at the rest of his body. With a shake of his head, Negan bit down on his bottom lip and looked down. “I don’t need people thinking I’m a hero. I’m not.”

“You are,” Tommy spoke up, his voice trembling when he got up as well. “If you didn’t react like you did, you’d both be dead and it would be my fault.”

“It was an accident,” Negan insisted, his thick eyebrows bouncing up when he stared out at Tommy and Maria. “Please, don’t turn me into something that I’ve never been. I’m no hero. I did what anyone in my position would do. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t honor me like I’m dead.”

“We need to get you into the x-ray room,” the doctor instructed and Y/N went to help get Negan up, but Joel shook his head. Motioning her to sit down, Joel wrapped his arm around Negan’s waist and used Negan’s good arm to hook it around his shoulders to brace him.

“I’ve got him,” Joel helped Negan toward the x-ray room helping Negan to sit down. It was just the two of them while they waited and Joel pushed his hands into his pockets. “I owe you a thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to her.”

“You want to thank me?” Negan looked up at Joel, his face twisting with pain while he tried to adjust his body to make himself more comfortable. Joel nodded, swallowing the lump down in his throat while Negan’s long eyelashes fluttered. “Then tell Y/N what you just told me. Tell her that you would fucking be lost if something happened to her. You almost just lost her. I think it’s time you stopped fucking around.”

“Excuse me?” Joel rumbled, his face scrunching up in anger when Negan nodded his head.

“You heard me. You have one hell of a woman Joel and she’s hurting because of you. You may not mean to do it, but you are,” Negan declared making a rush of anger flood through Joel’s veins knowing that Y/N had clearly talked about their relationship with Negan. “If you want to thank me for saving her life, then tell her that you love her. That woman thinks the world of you and you mean everything to her. Show her that you feel the same way. She almost died Joel, don’t you think it’s time?”

“I…” Joel heard the doctor requesting him to leave the room and his gaze turned to Negan who waited for an answer. “I’ll be out in the hallway for when you’re done.”

“Yeah,” Negan stammered when Joel moved to the hallway to wait. The things that Negan had said were repeating in his head. On the one hand, they did make sense, but on the other hand he was furious to have Negan lecturing him about his relationship with Y/N in a moment like this. Knowing the stress and the pain that they had been put through today though, he kept his mouth shut when it was time to take Negan back to his bed.

Standing back, Joel watched Y/N’s fingers slide out over Negan’s while the doctor was going over what he had discovered. It was obvious that Negan meant a lot to Y/N. She had stressed plenty of times in the past that Negan was her best friend but knowing that Y/N actually went to Negan to talk about their relationship upset him. It meant that Y/N wasn’t happy with what they had and she was making it clear to other people.

The doctor suggested that Y/N relaxed at home, but she was too nervous about Negan. Tommy and Maria had promised her that they would get Negan home and Joel had taken Y/N back himself. Even though he was likely expected to be at the plant, he stayed home with Y/N to make sure that she was okay.

“So tell me again what happened?” Ellie rocked back and forth on the floor where she was seated listening to the story of their accident. She had already asked Y/N many questions, but it seemed like Ellie wanted it in complete details.

“Ellie,” Joel grumbled from where he was seated at the other end of the couch from Y/N. “It’s probably horrifying to think about what happened.”

“I’m alive, that’s what counts,” Y/N breathed out, her tired eyes gazing over at Joel who seemed more upset about everything than she did. “There isn’t much to it. There was this huge turbine that was hanging up because they wanted to switch it out. The cables that were holding it up snapped. Negan tackled me out of the way and the turbine fell. It broke through the second story platform and we both fell to the first floor. Negan took most of the damage.”

“And he’s alive?” Ellie repeated her question making both Y/N and Joel nod. “That’s fucking crazy. That sounds like something out of those action movies we’ve watched together Joel.”

“Your mouth Ellie,” Joel grumbled under his breath making Ellie huff when she waved her hand about in the air.

“Y/N is used to it and I guarantee people are used to it by now around here. If they aren’t, well…fuck em,” Ellie retorted with a roll of her eyes knowing that Joel’s southern attitude was too much sometimes. “Well shit, I’m glad you’re still here Y/N.”

“Me too,” Y/N responded with a long exhale still feeling sore all over from everything.

“Negan learned all those moves he used today to save you from video games. I promise you,” Ellie commented making Y/N smirk, but Joel hated that they were focusing on Negan. “The dude is crazy awesome. I’ll have to go check on him at some point. He’s like a real-life superhero. He’s old like Joel and still managed to do that.”

Joel gave Ellie a glare after she commented on his age again. It made Ellie giggle before shrugging her shoulders.

“I don’t think I want you working at the powerplant anymore,” Joel informed Y/N after they had a moment of quiet between the three of them making Y/N tip her head to the side to stare out at him. “It’s too dangerous after that happened. You should be doing something else. Something safer.”

“I’m not helpless Joel,” she declared making Joel grumble something under his breath. “It was a one-time thing you know.”

“I would still feel more comfortable knowing that you were doing a job that was safer,” Joel insisted with a wrinkle of his nose, stretching his arm out across the couch to drag his fingers over her shoulders. “There are other jobs that I think you are fully capable of. They just put you and Negan in the power plant because they needed workers at the time and new people were sent there.”

“I go where I’m needed,” she didn’t put up much of a fight about the situation. Hell, she wasn’t eager to go back, that was for sure. Ellie pulled herself up from the ground and Y/N gave her a weak smile. “Where are you going kiddo?”

“I’m going to go check on Negan. He might need help with Morgan,” Ellie explained moving toward the door only to have Joel call out to her. “What?”

“Why would Negan need help with Morgan?” Joel questioned making Ellie’s face scrunch up.

“Because he sounds like he got his assed kicked. I’ll be right back,” Ellie threw her hands up and left the two of them alone together.

Looking to Y/N, Joel saw her lower her head into the palm of her hand and he could tell that she was in pain, “You know, you should take that pain medicine they gave you. There is a reason he gave it to you.”

“I hate acting like it was such a big deal,” she responded with a wince when Joel took his time to slide across the couch. Motioning her forward, Joel wrapped his arms around her and let her cuddle in against his chest. Joel nuzzled his nose in against the side of her neck and it made her close her eyes tightly. When Joel deposited a faint kiss against the side of her neck it made her reach up to hook his fingers with hers. “Joel.”

“I’m sorry about last night,” Joel apologized making her heart skip a beat. Having him hold her like this had her swooning more than she cared to admit. This was everything she had ever wanted from him. “If you would have died …you would have left this world thinking that I didn’t care about you.”

A shuddering breath escaped her throat when Joel pressed a kiss against her temple and it made her sink back further into him. With Joel nuzzling his nose against the side of her head, she closed her eyes and got comfortable with him loving the feeling of this.

“I’m sorry about last night too,” she whispered stroking her fingers over Joel’s. “I don’t know why I’ve gotten so emotional about things lately. I’ve gotten myself so upset over nothing. I’m happy with you. You mean everything to me.”

Clearing his throat, Joel felt her lowering down to rest her head in his lap. Stroking his fingers through her hair, he thought about what Negan had said to him when he took Negan to the x-ray, “So you aren’t hurting because of me then?”

Hearing Joel ask her that made her lift her head up from his lap to stare up at him and he huffed, “Negan said that to me. That you were hurting because of me. Because apparently Negan knows about our personal life.”

“What did Negan say?” she lifted up seeing Joel’s face scrunching up when he was thinking about the things that Negan had said earlier to him.

“He told me what I needed to do to make our relationship work,” Joel informed her with a disgusted breath, “I guess you went around telling other people about how I make you feel miserable? Huh?”

“I just…I talked to Negan because he’s my best friend,” she alerted Joel noticing that he seemed quite mad at the idea of her talking to Negan about their relationship. “I thought I was the problem, Joel. I asked him if I was overreacting and at the end of our discussion, I decided that I was the problem. I was trying to force you into being something that you weren’t. I knew who you were. You told me and I knew that it was me that was expecting too much out of you.”

There was a silence that fell over them when she pulled herself up into a seated position, “Are you doing this because of what Negan said to you?”

“What?” Joel scoffed seeing the sadness that flooded into her features.

“This tender, sensitive touching and comforting,” she referred to what they had just done before Joel brought up Negan. “Was this of your own accord or did you do it to prove Negan wrong?”

“Why are you even asking something like that? I wouldn’t have done it unless I wanted to do it,” Joel insisted with a firm shake of his head seeing the sadness flood into her features. “Y/N I care about you.”

“Do you?” she felt her throat go dry when Joel let out a frustrated breath.

“Of course I do. I don’t want anything to happen to you. When I heard that the accident happened, all I could think about was you,” Joel asserted, his messy hair falling in his face when he shook his head. “Negan couldn’t make me do shit that I didn’t want to do. I just wish that you didn’t talk to Negan about what was going on in our lives.”

“He’s my best friend, I need someone to talk to,” she saw Joel frown and she let out a long sigh. “You’re right, it’s none of his business. I told you I was just emotional and I was overthinking things. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Joel shook his head and extended his hand out to brush his fingers in over her jawline to trace over it with his rough fingertips. “I think this was just a sign that the two of us need to start working on us.”

“Sounds good,” she agreed, leaning forward enough to brush a delicate kiss over his lips before she cuddled her head in against the center of his chest. Even if this was because of what Negan had said earlier, she was going to take advantage of it because this was the one thing she always wanted most from Joel and she wasn’t going to miss out on it.

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Tossing in bed again for the third night in a row, Y/N pulled the blankets in closer to her body. She should have been sleeping. She was exhausted, but once again, she couldn’t turn her mind off. Licking her lips, she looked to the other side of the bed to see that Joel was doing what he had done most nights before. Most of the day he had been super touchy feely with her, but when it came to the night he had gone back to his normal routine. She was hoping that he would have held her tonight. That he would have wanted to comfort her in her sleep since she almost died, but he wasn’t.

It made her think about him mentioning Negan and she wondered if he only did what he did because of what Negan said. Swallowing down hard, she carefully pushed herself up into a seated position and it hurt like hell to do that. Whether she wanted to or not, she needed to start taking that pain medication because she was sore as hell. The fall she had taken wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but it still knocked her on her ass.

Getting up carefully, she looked over at Joel who barely budged when she got up. Heading downstairs, she grabbed her jacket and pulled it on. One other thing that she kept replaying in her mind was how Negan had saved her life. If it wasn’t for him, she would have been dead and she knew it.

Being quiet, she left the house like she had done the night before, but this time she was a bit slower. When she got to Negan’s home, she knocked on the door and waited. Looking up at the window that Negan was at the night before, she hoped she would at least get to tell him thank you. When he didn’t come to the window, she stepped back and away from the door knowing it was stupid to bother him when he was so badly injured early in the day. Turning on her heel to head back, she heard a door being pulled open and she looked back to see Negan standing in the doorway. His arm was in a sling and he looked absolutely exhausted with his hair messy.

“You know, if you keep showing up at this time of night, I’m just going to give you a key,” Negan teased with a weak smile. Instead of responding, she closed the distance between them to cautiously wrap her arms around him to hug him. Loosely wrapping his good arm around her abdomen, Negan nuzzled his nose in against the side of her neck when he leaned down to cherish the warmth of the hug. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep on the couch. These drugs they have us on are…strong.”

Instead of saying anything more, she rubbed her cheek against the center of his chest and it made Negan sigh, “Are you okay?”

“Can we talk?” she questioned making Negan nod and wave her to come in with him. “What about Morgan?”

“She’s sleeping upstairs,” Negan pointed toward the stairs when she entered his home. Closing the door behind her, Negan could see that Y/N was eying over the fireplace where a fire was lit. Negan limped over toward the couch and groaned out when he sat down. Following him over to the couch, Y/N made sure to stay close to Negan while his hazel eyes gazed out at her. “What’s up beautiful?”

“You saved my life today, Negan,” she reached out for his left hand, hooking her fingers with his. It took a moment for her to gather herself while he gave her his full attention. “No questions asked. You threw yourself in the way of danger to save me. You were perfectly safe where you were when that turbine started falling. That part of the platform didn’t fall today. You could have just stayed where you were, but you didn’t. You risked everything to save me.”

“I did what anyone would have done,” Negan shook his head dismissively, “it’s no big deal.”

“It’s a very big deal to me Negan. A lot of people would not have done what you did,” she reasoned with him hearing Negan chuckle before shrugging his shoulders. “Most people would have worried about themselves. They would have never risked their lives for someone else’s. Trust me, I know how people act after this many years. You took on the brunt of the accident to keep me safe.”

“I would do anything to protect you,” Negan whispered, squeezing her hand in his making a lump develop in her throat. “I would do a whole lot for you Y/N.”

“I heard,” she made Negan’s lips part when she looked down to where their fingers were hooked together. “Joel told me what you said to him.”

“Are you mad?” Negan stammered making her shake her head. “I just want to see you happy Y/N. That’s all. I wanted Joel to realize what he almost lost today and I wanted him to finally give you what you wanted.”

“Broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder and you’re still thinking about someone else,” she half laughed making Negan roll his eyes and groan. “I’m not mad at you. You’re too good to me really.”

“Nah,” Negan made an exaggerated expression before bobbing his head about. “Now though, it might be a good thing. Since I got my ass handed to me, I don’t have to work at the powerplant anymore. Maria was talking to me about what I was good at and I told her about how I love to bake and cook. She’s thinking about putting me to work as a cook at the lunch hall. Or if they don’t have a position there, she was considering putting me in the school or working at the library.”

“What?” her nose wrinkled seeing Negan’s eyebrows bounce in amusement. “You as a teacher?”

“I was a teacher before this shit started. A gym teacher, but a teacher nonetheless,” Negan informed her with a tip of his head, his long eyelashes fluttering while she looked up at him. Sliding in carefully next to Negan, she got comfortable and rest her head against his good shoulder. Negan cuddled his head in next to hers while they sat together on his couch. “I don’t know how good I was, but I liked doing it. And working at the library, apparently, it’s shit there and since I love books so much they thought I could help set something up.”

“Or maybe she’ll let you do all three,” Y/N suggested making Negan snort. Her fingers pulled from Negan’s and she stroked her fingertips over the cross tattoo that was over his flesh at the center of his inner arm. “I never realized how many tattoos you have.”

“There’s a lot of them,” Negan yawned and got more comfortable on the couch with her. It was strange how easily she could cuddle up with Negan but being closer to the fire and being with someone who saved her life made it so much easier for her to be comfortable.

“Negan?” she breathed out, stroking her fingers over his again before hooking their fingers together. “Why did you save me? Really?”

“I couldn’t imagine a day without you Y/N. You’re one of the best parts of my day,” Negan answered making her head lift up and his eyes hooked with hers. “I love talking to you. I love being near you. I love your smile…”

Negan’s eyes were hooked on hers when her breathing got heavy and he simply shrugged his shoulders, “A world without you isn’t a world I want to picture. Given the chance to do it again, I would make the same choice every time.”

“Keep saying shit like that and I might just tell you I love you,” she teased him, her palm carefully placing in over the center of Negan’s chest making him let out a long breath.

“I love you Y/N,” Negan whispered, surprising her to hear it. His tone was deep, raspy and tired when she pushed herself up on her good wrist to stare out at him. “You’re the first person in a long time to see me. You see me even when I don’t see myself. I love you. And I’d do whatever it took to make you happy or to keep you safe.”

“You’re high on your drugs,” she watched Negan smirk before shaking his head. Hearing Negan say that had her heart hammering inside of her chest. Negan closed his eyes and it felt like the room was spinning around her. Outstretching her hand, she stroked her fingers over the side of Negan’s face teasing her fingertips through his short beard. Pressing forward, she closed her eyes as she pressed her lips to Negan’s. At first, Negan was surprised but as she kissed him, he started to relax and kiss her back. It was vastly different than kissing Joel, but not necessarily in a bad way. When they parted, her nose nuzzled in against his.

When she went to lean in to kiss Negan again, he pulled his head back and shook his head, “You love Joel. Don’t do something you’re going to regret in ten minutes. I saved your life today and you’re just…thankful. I get it.”

“Joel,” she stood up from the couch realizing what she had done in kissing Negan. Negan’s tired expression looked up at her as he adjusted in his seat. “God, what was I thinking? I kissed you with Morgan upstairs. How could I do that to someone else?”

“Wait a minute,” Negan groaned when he pulled himself up from the couch. “Joel, I get. But why would Morgan care if I was kissing someone? You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Of course I do,” Y/N was flustered seeing Negan shake his head and he seemed amused by her response to Morgan. “She’s upstairs Negan. Do you think she would be okay knowing that you were down here kissing someone?”

“I mean, I don’t think she’d care,” Negan pointed out, his hazel eyes confused when she panicked about the kiss that she planted on him. “I guess I would probably have to explain things to her, but after I did, I don’t think she would have a problem with it.”

“What kind of relationship do the two of you have?” Y/N was surprised to hear Negan say that and it made Negan’s eyebrows furrow. He went to say something, but then his lips parted and he simply shook his head. “I’m sorry Negan. You’re right, I was just caught up in the fact that you saved my life and I did something that probably will ruin our relationship because you were telling me that you loved me in a best friend way. I’ve just been so touch starved and eager to hear and feel the things I do with you from Joel that I mistook this whole thing and…I can’t believe that I did that. I am so sorry…”

Heading for the door, Y/N felt Negan grabbing a hold of her arm carefully, urging her to look back at him. Pressing forward, he captured her jaw between his thumb and index finger while lowering down in closer to her. His other fingers rest at the side of her neck when he pressed in closer to her, giving her far enough time to pull away. His nose nudged against hers before his lips captured hers. Warmth radiated through her body with Negan kissing her. The grasp of his fingers was strong, but not forceful enough to hurt while he continued to kiss her.

Parting her lips, she felt Negan tip his head to the side when he brushed the tip of his tongue against hers making a chill run down her spine before kissing her a few more times. It took her breath away. Her body tremored when Negan pulled the warmth of his lips away from hers, rubbing his cheek in against hers while his good hand slid down in over her hip to keep her close.

The warmth of his breath lingered over hers and her eyelids were heavy with lust when Negan tipped into press another kiss against her temple. Just standing there for a moment, she felt her chest ache knowing that was one of the most incredible kisses she had ever shared with someone. It was full of passion and it was everything that she had hoped that Joel would have kissed her with in the past. Yet, she was sharing it with Negan.

“Right now, you’re having feelings for me because I saved your life. We almost died together, but you’re meant to be with someone like Joel. He’s the good guy,” Negan stroked his thumb in over her bottom lip and his eyelids were heavy with want, but he licked his lips and let out a shuddering breath. “You’re too good for me and you deserve someone better. Someone like Joel. I’m not a good man.”

There was so much she wanted to say, but she was frozen in that moment. She still tasted Negan on her lips and the way he was touching her made her feel like the center of his universe, “This was just a dream you had. In the morning…this never happened.”

“But it did,” she breathed, closing her eyes with the sensation that Negan’s rough fingertips caressing over the side of her face left her with. It was very attentive to her and there was no doubting that she liked kissing Negan. That he made her feel special.

“Like I told you, I would do anything for you,” Negan slurred, his long eyelashes fluttering when he swallowed loud enough for her to hear. “Which is why I’m telling you this was a dream that you conjured up because you were feeling these emotions because I saved you. It was a big deal and when someone saves our lives sometimes, we feel for them ways we wouldn’t normally. I’m not good enough for you Y/N. You need a good man like Joel. You love him. You know that.”

Closing her eyes again, she cherished the way that Negan was touching her before he lowered his head to hers to take a moment just to have her close, “Will you be safe going home?”

“Yes,” she got the hint that he was telling her that it was for the best if she left. When she moved to the door with him, she stopped in the doorway thinking about what had just happened between the two of them. Turning on her heel, she pressed her hand in over the center of Negan’s chest to brace herself. Tipping up on her toes, she brought their lips together one final time feeling Negan’s fingers curling faintly around the back of her neck. When they parted, she had so many thoughts running through her mind and they were all so hard to process at once. “Goodnight Negan.”

“I will see you soon,” Negan breathed out with a tired breath, giving her a wink when she stepped back and away from the house. Heading toward home, she gazed back over her shoulder to see that Negan was still watching her to make sure she got back safely. Truthfully? She was blown away by the kiss she had just shared with someone she considered her best friend. The sensation of his lips still lingered over hers and she didn’t know what to think about it or the things he said.

It was when she stepped before the house she shared with Joel where she started feeling the heavy regret of what she had just done. Her thoughts lingered to Joel. Everything that happened with Negan was all the things she had been begging from Joel over the last year. Right now her emotions were so crossed that she didn’t know how to respond to things. It was bad that she enjoyed the kisses with Negan because she couldn’t get them off her mind. But at the same time she knew that what she had done was wrong because she loved Joel so fucking much.

Pausing on the steps, she took a moment to gather her thoughts and her breathing. It really just hit her now that Negan had told her he loved her. That she meant everything to him and that she needed to pretend that it was just a dream. It was so confusing because she knew he was right, but part of her also understood that she didn’t want to pretend that it was a dream. Heading into the house, she knew that because she was in this state that she had to do the one thing she could actually think to do.

Taking her time getting up the stairs to their bedroom, she sat on the corner of the bed waking Joel up when he pulled his head up from the pillows to stare out at her with his tired expression, “What’s going on?”

“What am I to you Joel?” she felt guilty for kissing Negan knowing that it was wrong since she was so in love with Joel, but she couldn’t help herself at the time. Negan was saying everything that she wanted to hear from Joel for so long, Negan was showing her that touch and affection that Joel had yet to show her.

“Honey, I am so tired,” Joel lowered his head back down to the pillows and he could hear her let out an upset breath. “Y/N? What?”

“What am I to you Joel?” she begged for an answer, making Joel lift up onto his elbows to stare out at her. “I almost died today, I deserve some kind of answer. What am I to you? Am I a companion? Am I your girlfriend? Am I your friend that you just want to share your life with? What am I?”

“I don’t know,” Joel grunted, pulling himself up into a seated position on the bed. His hair was messy while he tried to gather himself enough to give her an answer. “I don’t know Y/N.”

“Come up with something. Because to me, you’re my partner. You’re the man that I want to spend forever with,” she whimpered making Joel frown when he reached up to rub at his tired eyes. “Make me feel like I made the right decision.”

“What?” Joel was confused where that question was coming from. “Made the right decision? The hell does that mean? I thought you were saying that you were being over emotional about things and you were happy with the way that things were.”

“Well, I’m not,” she blurt out making Joel’s face scrunch up in confusion. “I love you. I love you so fucking much and it hurts to not hear you say it back. It makes me feel so fucking lonely being with you because I don’t know how you feel about me. I don’t know if I’m important to you,” she felt her emotions getting the best of her when Joel shifted on his palms at the center of the bed. “I’m not bad for wanting to feel loved. I’m not wrong for wanting more from you.”

“Of course you’re important to me, I thought we both agreed with that today,” Joel reasoned with her reminding her of the things that he said to her earlier in the day. “Why are you doing this? What happened?”

“I need to know,” she pled with him making Joel toss his hands up in the air.

“I don’t know Y/N!” Joel didn’t have an answer for her and she felt her heart-breaking hearing that. When she went to leave, he called out to her. “Mine! You’re mine. That’s what I consider you. Mine.”

“Mine?” she repeated what he said finding herself lost what that meant.

“Yeah. It means that you are mine and I’m yours,” Joel pulled himself to the edge of the bed, reaching for her hands to try to get her to come to him, but he could see that there were tears sliding down the sides of her face. “Y/N? What is this?”

“It shouldn’t have taken me almost dying for you to show me any kind of affection Joel,” she maintained making Joel frown and she could feel her emotions getting the best of her. “I deserved it long before today.”

“Y/N, when I was with Tess…” Joel began, his words falling short when he thought about Tess and his past. “I was with her sixteen years Y/N. Over sixteen years. And in that time I never told her that I loved her. We were just, together. We worked together. We lived together. We were just with each other all the time.”

“So you’re asking me to wait sixteen years for you to make up your mind?” she snapped making Joel huff loudly. “Do you know how old you will be in sixteen years? You’re not a spring chicken Joel.”

“I’m aware of that,” he grumbled brushing his fingers through his graying hair making Y/N bite down on her bottom lip. “I’m just saying what my past was like to get you to realize, it’s not you I have something against. It’s just who I am.”

“I understand that Joel, but I’m not Tess! I can’t wait sixteen years to hear how you feel about me. I don’t know how she did it, but I’m lonely as hell and it’s only been a year, Joel. I need to know that you care about me. That you want to be with me. That I mean just as much to you as you do me.”

Joel swallowed down hard, his brown eyes showing that he wasn’t feeling as deeply into this conversation as she was, “I don’t understand Y/N. I start showing you affection and now you’re yelling at me and crying. I understand that I’m not giving you what you want, but I’m trying. I really am and I want you to be in my life. I told you today that I can’t picture life without you. I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else. I want it to just be you.”

“So am I your girlfriend?” she pushed making Joel’s face twist with frustration when he threw his hands up in the air. “What does mine mean?”

“Yes, you’re my girlfriend,” Joel blurt out before she could leave and she could tell that he was just saying it to placate her. “It’s not healthy for you to be getting this upset after what you went through today. You should be sleeping. We should be sleeping. Tomorrow, I have to go to the powerplant with Tommy to figure out what we are going to do to fix everything. And you need to start feeling better, so please baby…just lay down.”

“I can’t help having emotions Joel,” she whimpered knowing that she was so angry at herself for kissing Negan, but Negan was everything she wanted Joel to be and it just left her so very confused.

“Okay,” Joel hushed her, standing up from the bed to move out toward her to reach for her hands. Leading her toward the bed, Joel got her to lay down before he moved in beside her. With a shuddering breath, she felt Joel’s arm wrapping around her waist while his head cuddled in against the side of her neck. “Now please, just go to sleep. We both need it.”

“Joel,” she bit down on her bottom lip hearing him hushing her, his lips kisses off over her jawline before he got comfortable again.

“We’re going to do what we can to fix things between the two of us. I promise you that,” Joel assured her, his eyes closing while he yawned. “But tonight, we just need to let our body’s heal. Especially you. So give yourself a break. You deserve it.”

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10 | Thoughts from the Tape Hero

Pairing: Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Dear Departure

"I wish things were different," Y/N mumbles, taking a deep breath.

"What things?" a voice interrupts.

Y/N looks over to find Sero staring at her only a few feet away.

"How long have you been there?" she asks, wiping away the last of her tears.

"Not too long," Sero replies.

"And how much did you hear?"

"Nothing, really. I just got here. Are you alright? I saw you rush out here," he asks.

"I'm fine," she nods.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," she sighs, but he doesn't accept that answer. Instead, he walks up to her and pulls her into a hug. How could she have been such a jerk to Sero all night? He's never been anything but kind to her and everyone else.

"So, what happened back there?" he asks as he lets her out of his grasp.

Y/N sits down on the front steps of the dorm and buries her head in her hands.

"I'm not sure I can talk about it," she admits.

"Well, I'm all ears, if you change your mind," he smiles.

"Could we just sit here for a minute first?" she then mutters.

When he agrees, she picks up her head and places it on his shoulder. She stares straight ahead, watching the grass move with the breeze.

"I can't believe we're graduating tomorrow," she sighs.

"Neither can I," Sero chuckles.

"Have you ever thought about what's next?" she then asks him.

"Well, I've got a few things in mind," he answers, smiling slightly.

"What are they?"

"Well, I guess, there's this girl. And a hero agency," he admits to her.

"That sounds fun," she smiles.

"What about you?"

"I... I've thought about it a lot. But... I almost feel like I'm sinking in my own blood. I mean, my dad wants me to work at a hero agency with some of his friends nearby, but I thought if I made the right connections, I could put myself in an even better situation. Turns out all I've been doing is making bad decisions," she begins to ramble.

"Y/N," Sero sighs, placing his hand on hers.

"I know. I know I've messed everything up," she whispers, not wanting to start crying again.

"What are you talking about? You are one of the smartest, funniest, most talented people I've ever met. And anyone who doesn't see that is an idiot."

"Really?" she looks up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. He smiles and uses the back of his pointer finger to wipe her tears away.

"Really," he reassures her. "You've got this. I promise."

"You're too sweet, Sero," she chuckles. "Seriously, you're going to make some girl really happy someday."

"I know," he replies with a soft smile, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. Sitting out in the moonlight, Y/N is the most beautiful person Sero has ever seen.

Sero then leans in, his other hand finding its place on the back of her neck, gently tilting her face towards his. The air buzzes with a quiet intensity as their lips meet. Sero kisses her tenderly, and her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

She feels so safe in his arms and butterflies flutter in her stomach. He makes her feel so warm, and she never wants to let go.

"You know, I've always liked you," Sero admits once the two of them have broken apart. "Don't forget, you're not alone in this Y/N. I've always got your back."

Y/N tries to come up with something to say, but her brain feels too foggy to come up with a single coherent thought. Instead, she simply lets him lean in again and capture her lips in another kiss. This time, it holds a different kind of sweetness, like a shared understanding that goes beyond words.

However, before the moment can deepen any further, they are abruptly interrupted by Bakugou's booming voice.

"What the hell are you two doing out here?" Bakugou shouts, storming toward them with a scowl. "Get your asses inside."

"We were just about to head in," Y/N replies, her eyes locked on the blonde as she quickly pulls away from Sero. He can tell the lingering feelings she still has for Bakugou and wonders if it's the reason she's been so cold towards him.

"Hurry up, then," he grumbles, his eyes narrowing.

"What's your problem?" Sero scoffs.

"Don't worry about it," Bakugou grumbles, grabbing onto Y/N's hand and dragging her toward the door.

"Bakugou!" she shouts, protesting as he pulls her away from Sero. "Let go!"

But he simply ignores her.

Sero follows the two of them inside, but loses them rather quickly. He's not quite sure what just happened, but the smile on his face doesn't seem to disappear. That is, until Kaminari points it out to him.

"Why do you have such a stupid grin on your face?" he asks, walking over and standing in front of him at the doorway.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sero laughs, punching his friend playfully on the arm.

"I mean, why do you look like you just got laid or something?"

"Because, idiot, I did," Sero chuckles through his lie.

"No, you didn't," Kaminari protests, giving his friend a skeptical look. "I swear, Sero, if you hooked up with someone and didn't tell me, I'm going to lose my shit."

"You know I wouldn't do that," Sero smirks.

"Then tell me what the hell is going on."

"Fine," Sero rolls his eyes before pulling Kaminari toward the bathroom. Once there, he explains the details of his interaction with Y/N, and the kiss, and how good she smelled.

"Woah, man, you've got it bad," Kaminari smirks.

"Shut up," Sero laughs. "But you can't tell anyone about this. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah," Kaminari sighs. "Wait, why?"

"Because Bakugou-"

"Bakugou saw you?!" Kaminari gasps just before letting out a fit of giggles.

"Shut up, dumbass," Sero rolls his eyes. "This isn't funny."

"It's a little funny."

"Just keep it quiet. Please," Sero begs, looking down at his friend. "I seriously like her, okay? And I don't want to ruin it because you're a loudmouth."

"I get it, I get it," Kaminari laughs.

"Thank you," Sero smiles.

"No problem. Now, are you going to tell me what she kisses like, or are you going to keep me in the dark?"

"You're sick, you know that?"

"Oh, come on, tell me."

"Fine, but if you tell anyone, I will literally murder you," Sero threatens, emitting a strip of tape near his friend's mouth.

"Okay, okay," Kaminari chuckles nervously, not liking the serious look in Sero's eyes.

"Good," Sero smirks, dropping the tape back into his elbow.

"Seriously, you should save that tape for more important stuff like-"

"That's it, I'm not telling you anything," Sero states firmly before starting to walk off.

"Aw, come on, you don't even know what I was going to say!" Kaminari pouts as he chases after him.

"Yes, I do," Sero rolls his eyes. "I don't want to hear it."

"Well, I'm pretty sure she can do some kinky stuff with that blood of hers so you should totally use the tape to-"

"Oh my god," Sero groans. "I can't believe I'm going to have to bleach my brain to forget this."

"Hey, I'm just saying what I know you jerk off to when nobody's around," Kaminari says innocently.

"I swear to god," Sero grumbles, not being able to believe what he's hearing.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop."

Just then, as the two of them reenter the common area, their jaws drop to the ground. How did they not hear any of the commotion from just down the hallway? Immediately, they run over.

Dear Departure

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Firehouse Harrington - Chapter 7

fireman!Steve x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

Steve struggles watching his girl pave her way to a bright future. Will he be able to stand by her side? Or will he let his mind drown him in doubt?

warnings | 18+ SMUT, dubcon, rough sex, degradation, use of safe word, serious angst, alcoholism, y'all been warned

a/n | there's no two ways about it, this one is rough, heavy on the angst, light on everything else, thus is life with toxic steve

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She hasn’t felt this nervous in a long time. She looks at her reflection in the full length mirror of the hotel room, smoothing her palms down her dark green dress. It’s the most grown-up thing she’s ever worn, she had bought it just two weeks ago from a secondhand shop, a vintage fit and flare wrap that stopped at her shins, simple black heels on her feet. She needed to look adult tonight, professional, but dressy. The neuroscience department at her school was throwing its annual holiday banquet at one of the fancy hotels in the city, and she had been invited amongst a small number of other students. The faculty only invited those at the top of the class, and she knew it was a huge compliment, and also a huge opportunity. It’d be a chance to talk to the heads of the doctorate program at Indiana University, a golden ticket that she wanted badly. Needless to say, she was a tangle of nerves getting ready to head down to dinner.

“Holy shit.” She’s broken out of her swimming mind by Steve’s breathy words, turning around to see him leaning against the bathroom door frame. She has to take a sharp inhale to stop herself from letting out her own curse at the sight of him. He’s wearing a perfectly fitted black suit, crisp white shirt underneath and a tie hanging undone around his neck. She’s never seen him cleaned up so nice. Her eyes finally flit up to his face, seeing the slack expression as he takes her in. She blushes under his hungry gaze, quickly moving over to him and getting to work on his tie. He rests his palms on her waist, dipping slightly to squeeze at the softness of her hips.

“Thank you– you look so fucking beautiful right now.” She finishes doing his tie, smoothing her palm down the length of it before finally looking back up at him. His eyes are practically melting at the sight of her, all soft and sweet. She leans up to plant a quick kiss to his lips.

“You’re welcome, handsome. God– I just feel nervous.” She chews at her bottom lip, brow creasing as she looks at him. Steve is quick to bring his palm up to her jaw, thumb lightly coaxing her deep frown away.

“Don’t be, huh? Already know you’re gonna be the smartest one in the room, honey. Nothing to worry about.” She snorts, shaking her head lightly.

“I doubt that. But, thank you, Stevie. I guess we should probably head down.” He nods, stealing one more kiss from her before resting his hand on her low back as they head out.

“I’ve got you, baby. Be right beside you.”

…

Steve is out of his fucking depth, and he realizes it very quickly once they get down to the banquet hall. First of all, he hasn’t worn a suit in years, the only reason he has this one is because his mom sent it to him to wear to his grandma’s funeral three years ago. He’s just lucky it still fits. Second of all, the instant they walk in, people are on her. It’s clear she’s golden to these people, a top student with promising prospects, and while Steve wants to only feel proud of her, he can’t help but feel frustrated by how he has no goddamn clue what they’re talking about. Phrases are getting thrown around like “ischemic infarction” and “diffusion tensor imaging” and “ideomotor apraxia” like these are things normal people talk about. But it’s clear that it is stuff she normally talks about by how easily she can work the conversation with these eggheads.

Meanwhile, everytime she introduces him to another colleague of hers, Steve gets a little more tense under his shirt collar. He can see the question on their faces when she tells them what he does for a living, a look that says why the hell is she with him? As the night continues and all he can do is smile and nod, pretending to understand what they’re talking about, Steve starts to wonder the same thing.

Ever since Thanksgiving, Steve has been trying hard to be better for her. He even started seeing a shrink at the VA center once a week, something that he still thinks is useless, but he really likes the proud look she gets when he tells her he has another appointment. He stopped drinking, at the therapist’s behest, and hadn’t had even a glass of wine since November, but he’d be hard pressed to admit that it really has been calming down his headaches. He’s trying everything he can to keep her, but tonight, he’s never felt so close to losing her as he watches her shmooze out a path for her future. Steve excuses himself from her side, and while she shoots him a questioning look, she’s quickly folded back into a conversation about something called transcortical sensory aphasia. He sulks over to the bar, and for the first time in a month, he orders a drink.

…

She only catches a glimpse of Steve out of the corner of her eye, her stomach drops when she sees that he’s at the bar. She nearly excuses herself from the small group that’s collected around her, but just then someone blocks her view of Steve. The man is tall, in a smart, navy-blue suit, dark curly hair and a crooked grin as he holds out his hand to her.

“So you must be the one everybody’s talking about. Pleasure to finally meet you, I’m Thomas Klein. I’m one of the–” She cuts him off, eyes wide.

“Oh! I know who you are. You’re the doctoral candidate doing research with Professor Malcolm– it’s fascinating stuff you’re working on, really.” She’s completely embarrassed by her outburst, but the man seems to take it in stride, raising an eyebrow at her and smiling. The truth was, everyone in the department was talking about Thomas and his groundbreaking work looking at language circuitry. He was sure to be published by the end of the year and receive his degree in one fell swoop. He was practically a celebrity amongst the neuro students.

“Well, I’m flattered that the golden girl of the neuro department has heard of me. And I’m not only a doctoral candidate, you know. I also happen to be on the admissions board for the graduate program.” She smiled brightly, shaking his hand back.

“I wasn’t aware of that, congratulations, that’s a huge responsibility I’m sure.” She absolutely had been aware of it, and had been hoping to talk to this man tonight in fact. But he didn’t need to know that.

“It certainly is. But students like you make my job easy.” Her heart jumps in her throat at his words. She had applied to several graduate programs, but she wanted so badly to stay at IU to continue her studies. She told herself it was because the supervising professors were doing research in the areas she was interested in, but deep down she knew a large part of it was wanting to stay close to Steve. She grins at Thomas and he offers her his arm.

“I think we’re getting ready to sit down for dinner, I’d love to hear more about your research proposal. May I take you to your seat?” She nods, loosely taking his elbow as they walk over to the table. She glances briefly over her shoulder, trying to find Steve in the crowd, but Thomas once again draws her attention away as he begins asking her questions about her area of study.

…

Steve’s had two tumblers of whiskey, but when he sees some guy putting his hand on her low back and walking her over to the banquet table, something burns harder inside him than booze ever could. He takes his glass with him, pressing up off the bar and stalking through the crowd. He sees red as he watches the man pull out her seat for her, his head filling with static at the way she smiles at him as she sits down. The man takes the seat on her right and Steve is quick to slide in on her left. The fire licking up his spine is soothed for a moment as she turns and smiles at him. He brings his arm to rest on the back of her chair, shifting to turn slightly toward her. Her eyes dart to the table where his other hand is resting around his glass, the ghost of a frown pulling at her lips that she’s quick to hide.

“Hi, Stevie. Let me introduce you to Thomas Klein. He’s an admissions fellow for the doctorate program here.” Steve tries to stretch a tight-lipped smile across his face, nodding at the man, Thomas Klein, who holds out his hand for Steve to shake. He’s quick to take his hand away from the brisk squeeze, settling it back around his glass.

“You must be the firefighter boyfriend. I just think that’s great that you serve our city like that. Hats off to you, man.” Steve’s fingers flex around his glass. He glances at her before settling his gaze on the man who’s offering him a grin he’d like to wipe clean off his face.

“Thanks, yeah, it’s, uh, it’s good work.” Thomas doesn’t seem too interested in hearing anything else he has to say, focusing his sights back on her.

“So, you were just starting to tell me about your research proposal.” He glances at Steve before continuing, “has she told you about this?” Steve’s jaw ticks, he shakes his head. She never talked about grad school stuff with him. She brings her hand to the top of Steve’s thigh, squeezing lightly.

“Well, I’d like to look at neuronal changes and regeneration in concussion patients.” Steve feels his stomach drop. He’s not really listening anymore, static once again in his mind, the voices around him a low hum in his ears. The only thing he can really think about is what Eddie had said a few weeks back to her.

“Is that why you’re with Steve? Are you running experiments on him?”

He tosses back the rest of his drink, craning his neck to find a waiter to signal for a top-up.

…

She has Thomas practically eating out of her hand over dinner as he gushes about her work. Steve, however, is a different story. She’s been trying to keep track of how many times he’s had that glass refilled, but she’s lost count as she struggles to keep a worried eye on him while also presenting herself well to a group of people who could literally hold her future in their hands.

He’s sulking, she knows this look well, and she figures it’s his all too familiar jealousy creeping in from the way he’s openly glaring at Thomas. Quite frankly, she’s starting to get pissed that he’s acting this way when she’s on cloud nine at how well this night is going for her. She keeps her hand on his thigh, checking in with light squeezes every now and then, but Steve is unmoveable in his brooding stupor. The only sign of acknowledgement she gets is his hand that’s draped over her chair brushing her arm from time to time. She’s realizing that he must be really drunk to be so quiet. She had learned early on that drunk Steve ran a spectrum. It was at about a moderate drunkenness that he got loud and violent, but she actually preferred that to this stage, the point where Steve had gotten enough drink in him to go practically catatonic.

“So Steve, what do you think about all of this one’s amazing work?” Thomas has turned his attention back on him. Steve tilts his head back a bit, eyeing Thomas. She winces at the low grumble of his voice. Yeah, he is really drunk.

“Well I guess it’s all a bit over my head. But it’s certainly something else.” She doesn’t have time to cringe at his words, not when he’s leaning in and planting an unpleasantly wet kiss on her cheek that she tries not to flinch away from. Steve huffs, slumping back in his seat. She’s scared to see Thomas’ reaction, but he appears unphased by it, maybe just interpreting it as a sweet moment of affection. But she knows better. That wasn’t affection. That was a reminder of a claim. Steve seems done with the interaction, but Thomas isn’t quite finished.

“Have you ever thought about going back to school yourself?” She takes a sharp inhale, her shoulders tensing at his question. She’s afraid to even see what Steve’s expression is now.

“You know, Thomas. I really haven’t. Probably couldn’t hack it with the likes of you.” Thomas laughs, but she’s horrified.

“Steve.” He just huffs, raising his hand to flag another waiter down to fill up his glass. She grabs his wrist and presses it back down on the table. He glares at her, but she’s too upset to care. When she speaks, it’s a hushed whisper. She hates how much like her mom she sounds.

“You’ve had enough for the night. I think you oughta just go lay down. I’ll be up later.” His eyes flash, something that she thinks could be hurt, but it’s gone just as quick and he scoffs, shaking his head. He slowly gets up from his seat, letting his hand linger heavy on her shoulder before he turns and shuffles out of the banquet hall. She knows it could have been worse, that Steve could have made a scene like he used to when they first started dating. She really thought they had worked past that. Obviously not.

…

When Steve gets back up to the hotel room, he promptly keels over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach as his head starts to pound. He rests his forehead against the cool porcelain, letting out a garbled groan. His mind is a swirling flash of words and images. What Eddie had said, the way she was smiling at Thomas, and the way she looked at him when she told him to leave. Perhaps mercifully, it wasn’t long before his thoughts were silenced by the sweet slip of sleep that tugged him under, slumping him down splayed on the bathroom floor.

…

The party went late, much later than she expected. But, it was a huge success. She gets onto the elevator with two offers from supervising professors to pick up her research proposal, as well as a shining recommendation from Thomas for the graduate program. She can’t help but smile to herself, heels in her hand, as she rides up to her hotel room floor. However, the minute the doors open, her stomach sinks as she’s reminded of what, or who, is waiting for her down the hall. She sighs as she unlocks the door, rolling her shoulders back and bracing for whatever mess she’s about to walk into.

She’s surprised to find him sitting in an armchair, his back to her as he seems to be looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. She drops her heels with a soft thud that he doesn’t turn his head to acknowledge. When he speaks his voice is hoarse, but clearly sobered up. His casual tone scares her more than his shouting ever could.

“How was the rest of your night?” She quietly pads over to stand in front of him. He keeps his gaze firmly on the horizon, not even glancing her way.

“I-it was really good actually. I think they’re gonna take me on next year.” He sniffs.

“So am I gonna have to come into your little lab? Or have you already gotten what you need from me?” She’s shocked by his words. She hadn’t even considered that this was what he got so upset about. While he had made it clear he didn’t want anyone digging around in his head, she thought he’d at least be proud that she wanted to study something that so clearly affected him. That had clearly been a mistake on her part. She sighs, kneeling down next to his chair. She tries to take his hand in hers, but he jerks his arm away, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Steve, that isn’t what my research is about.” He finally looks at her, an angry glare that makes her heart jolt.

“Oh, it’s not? You can honestly tell me that you didn’t decide to study concussions because you’ve seen how fucked up I am? You’re not just trying to figure out why your boyfriend is such a fucking freak?” She rapidly shakes her head no, going to reach for him but thinking better of it, instead wringing her hands in her lap.

“That’s not it at all. Steve, I– I’m inspired by you– by your resilience.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes but she presses on.

“It’s true! I don’t think you’re a freak, Steve. I think you’re amazing. I only know a sliver of what you’ve been through– but the way that you keep going, keep trying? That’s why I want to do this work. That’s what I want to understand. How the human brain–”

“You know, I’ve heard enough talk about the human brain to last me a lifetime tonight.” She presses her lips in a thin line, feeling a prickly heat creeping up her throat, a combination of tears and her resurfacing anger. She lets out a bitter laugh that finally gets him to look at her again, obviously taken aback by the sudden shift.

“Why can’t you just be fucking happy for me? Goddamnit!” The volume of her voice surprises even her, but clearly not as much as it does Steve, whose brows have shot up his forehead, mouth agape. She’s practically seething as she glares at him, her fists clenched in her lap.

“Do you even care that I basically just got into grad school? Do you even care that I worked my ass off to get in at IU? Do you know why I did that, Steve?” He swallows hard.

“It was so I could stay close to you! You fucking asshole–”

“Did you fuck him?” She chokes on her words, face crumpling in confusion.

“What? Who are you even talking about?” They’re both standing now, pressing into each other’s space. Steve sneers.

“Oh, I think you know who I’m talking about, sweetie. You only had him practically up your skirt the whole dinner.” She scoffs.

“Are you seriously gonna do this? Is it that hard to believe that I’m getting in on merit alone? Is that how little you think of me?” His eyes are cold but his grin is wicked.

“Well, you’ve always been such a little slut for me. Not too hard to imagine you’re sharing the love with doctor dipshit.” It’s hard to fight with Steve, mostly because it seems like his anger never wavers. And he always fights dirty. But she on the other hand is already feeling the flames fizzle out into tears at his cruel words. She shrinks back from him, scrubbing harshly at her eyes.

“Fuck you, Steve. Just– fuck you.” She goes to walk away from him, but he grabs her arm, spinning her around and shoving her up against the window, his other hand pressing into her hip as she lets out a gasp.

“What’d I tell you, huh? You don’t fucking walk away from me.” She shudders under his hard gaze.

“I’m not in the mood for this bullshit.” In a flash, his palm is splayed on her throat, fingers just digging in under her jaw and making her heave.

“See, I don’t believe that, doll. I’d bet all of Thomas Klein’s brain cells that you’re soaking your panties right now. I know you. And I know you like a fight.” She can’t respond, can’t even think with the way his grip on her throat is pressing in closer and closer until it’s all she can do to take quick gasps of breaths. Just as dark spots start to muddle her vision, he lets go and she slumps into his grip, coughing on ragged inhales. All she can focus on is the dark chuckle vibrating in his chest and the tears that are now dripping down her face. Steve’s palms drag down her thighs, rucking up the skirt of her dress before letting it fall back in place, squeezing at the swell of her hips.

“Such a pretty dress, doll. Who’d you dress up for tonight, hmm? Wanted to look nice and proper for all your colleagues?” Her head is still reeling as she presses back up against the cool glass. Steve drags his hands up, harshly squeezing at her breasts before skimming along the dipping neckline of her dress. His gentle touch is a stark contrast to the way he grabs the neckline and rips it straight down the middle, tearing the fabric right down to her navel. She gasps in shock at his action, a pure knife of despair twisting deep in her belly.

She goes to speak, or even push him away, but he’s already overwhelming her again as he shoves two of his fingers into her mouth, making her choke at the way he presses down on her tongue.

“Little slut like you doesn’t need a dress like this, isn’t that right?” He’s a barrage of hands that she can’t cut through as he takes his fingers from her mouth and immediately bunches her skirt up, shoving his hand down the front of her panties and roughly dipping inside her. She hates the satisfied look on his face, but can’t deny the pleasure that instantly runs up her spine.

“Ah, baby, I guess I was right. You feel how wet you are for me? Do you hear it?” She does, the squelching of his fingers as he thrusts up inside her ringing in her ears. They’ve always walked a fine line between play and pain, a line often blurred by high tempers. But she’s never seen this look in his eyes. It’s cold, almost vacant, and it makes her shudder in his hold.

He’s ruthless as he fucks her with his fingers, all but taking her breath away to the point that she can only meekly gasp out his name a few times before he’s painfully pushing her over the edge of pleasure, a broken sob racking her body as she spasms around his fingers. He laughs in her ear before pulling her by her hips over to the bed and roughly jostling her down onto the mattress, pinning her down with his own hips.

“Steve, please. Will you look at me? Just stop for a second.” He pauses in his movements, his arms framing her head as he meets her gaze for an instant, but he’s gone in a flash, eyes glazing over.

“Tell me, baby. How does Thomas like it?” He sits back on his haunches, quickly shucking off his shirt and unfastening his pants. He pulls out his cock, fisting himself as he hovers back over her. She’s fully dropped into that space only Steve can send her to, and whatever was left of her anger has simmered out to a cool submission.

“There’s no one else, Steve. I-I’m not fucking anyone else. It’s just you– I s-swear.” She’s a sobbing mess of pleas, trying to snap Steve out of wherever he’s gone to, but as he lines himself up with her entrance, he brings his hand back to her throat, cutting off her whimpers as he thrusts into her hard, his hips bruising into hers.

“If you’re so fucking smart you should be able to follow some fucking directions. So shut up and take it.” He’s ruthless, relentless in the pace he sets, the hard slap of skin against skin getting drowned by her choked cries. She digs her nails into his chest, uselessly trying to push him away, create some kind of distance from the way he’s caging her in.

“Fuck, baby– such a good little pussy– always so wet for me, huh?” He won’t let up on her throat, the heel of his palm digging into her windpipe. It’s different from anything he’s done before. Steve can be aggressive, violent even, but when it’s with her, it’s always been calculated, always checking in with her, taking care of her afterwards. Many of their arguments would devolve into harsh fucking, it was the only way they could both simmer their quick tempers enough to be able to actually talk. This isn’t that, and she’s starting to panic. With the way she’s gasping for air, she does the only thing she can think of in this foggy state.

“Red.” She chokes it out, but he doesn’t even acknowledge she speaks, his eyes fixed on where his hips are continuously mashing into hers. She manages to drag one of her hands into his hair, tugging harshly.

“Red– Steve– red.” His eyes finally snap to hers, features immediately slackening. He quickly removes his hand from her throat, sitting back as she scrambles up the bed to curl in on herself against the headboard. All she can do for a moment is take big, gasping breaths, trying to slow down her pounding heart. She yelps when he reaches out for her ankle, skittering further back into the headboard and away from his touch.

“B-baby?” His eyes are wide, searching. She got to see a patient wake up from a coma last month at the university hospital. That’s what she thinks he looks like right now, like he’s not sure how he got here or where he just was. He goes to reach for her again but she stumbles off the bed, pressing up against the wall as she scurries over to her bag. She quickly rifles through the clothes she packed, tugging a sweatshirt down over the torn top of her dress. Steve stands from the bed, shuffling towards her.

“I’m sorry, baby. P-please, I’m sorry– I don’t know what happened–”

“Don’t fucking touch me.” His face crumples at her words, causing him to still, but she tries not to get stuck on the sight, quickly turning back to shove the rest of her stuff into her bag.

“A-are you alright?” Her hands still, save for the tremble still running through her fingers.

“No, Steve. I’m not fucking alright.” She slings her back over her shoulder, sliding her heels back onto her feet and heading towards the door.

“Wait! You can’t leave, baby. Please– I’ll make it better– I swear–” She turns on her heel fixing him with a hard look that makes him hiccup.

“You can’t make this better, Steve. I– I’m done.” He takes a step toward her, but seems to think better of it, dragging his hands through his hair like he’s in agony.

“Y-you can’t be done– I need you– you promised you wouldn’t leave.” She grimaces, scrunching her eyes shut before finally looking at him again. For a moment, she wants to give in, seeing the tears streaming down his cheeks for the first time. But instead she just shakes her head.

“We promised each other a lot of things, Steve. Look where it got us. I’m done.”

…

Steve wakes up late the next morning on the floor. In a pile of torn sheets and ripped-up pillows. He squints around at the room. The bedside lamps have been smashed on the floor. The stock painting that was hung on the wall had been torn through, skewed over the carpet. Steve winces as he flexes his hands, looking down to see a smear of blood and scabs across his knuckles. He glances back around, confirming what he assumed when he sees the perfect hole punched through one wall.

He doesn’t care. Not about any of it. The only thing going through his mind is the image of her walking out that door. That, and how, for the first time, maybe ever, he had sobbed so hard he thought he’d break into pieces.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington au #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steve stranger things

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one-and-a-half-threat · 9 months

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Calling it now that Frank Frankly is going to be much more relevant later on

With the recurring bug theme on the site right now paired with Frank's love for butterflies and the fact that Frank and Wally share a voice actor (along with numerous other contenders that i've been seeing around that i'd have to point out at a later date) i just really feel like Frank knows more than he's letting on, or at least he's going to know more soon. He's established to be the smartest guy in the neighborhood, he's gotta know something. Also, back to the sharing the same voice actor, I think that Frank and Wally (in-universe/canonically) were puppeteered by the same dude. I'm probably looking too deep into it for that part, but i guess it's more of a silly little headcanon if not a theory.

An edit: and another thing! i'm pretty sure that Frank and Wally are the only neighbors that don't have any established orgins! the rest of the neighbors are confirmed to have moved to the neighborhood from somewhere else (I'm not counting Home).

Edit 2: ALSO THIS SPECIFIC PHOTO FROM THE STAFF PAGE IS VERY SUSPICIOUS (thank you withering-chariot for reminding me of its existence) HE KNOWS SOMETHING HE VERY OBVIOUSLY KNOWS SOMETHING

#i know there's not much of a difference between headcanon and theory but you know what i mean #he's gotta be more important later on he's just gotta #losing my mind a little <3 #frank's been my favorite ever since i discovered the project i will quite simply pass away from excitement if he becomes more important #welcome home #frank frankly #welcome home theory

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bolderfunkyman · 1 year

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♡ Yandere Kaveh Part 2 ♡

Okay it has been a while im sorry.. But I am back at it again! And i have part 2 finally done. it's gonna be several parts so there also will come a part 3 and 4. I don't wanna rush it. Link to part one = Part1

its kaveh x reader there are no mentions of genders.

Word count: 1,3K

im also testing a new writing format with a POV please let me know what you think of it!

Content: Lovesick, Obsession, Manipulation, blood, Mindillness, smut, fluff, possesiveness. MINORS DO NOT INTARACT

reminder as to where we lefr: You stayed at the library for way to long and kaveh was worried about you. He couldnt find you. You walked home alone and then you got jumped. Kaveh came to save you. But as suddenly as he was there, as suddenly he dissapeared again.

A playlist to set the mood -Link to playlist-

Kaveh POV:

After he scared off the ermites. He couldn’t help but feel anger about what happened. So instead he followed you home without you knowing. And when he knew you were safely home. He went after the emirates. He couldn’t leave it be. They hurted you. That's not something he can accept. After a while he found them. They were killed. If you saw the scene it would have seemed as if a slaughter had taken place. But it was Kaveh who showed them how angry he actually was with them. He often repeated to them to stay away from his girl. Although she didn’t know yet she was his. He made sure to clean up the scene and made sure no traces were left behind. Kaveh quickly returned home, washed his clothes and went to bed.

Falling asleep thinking of you. Hoping you now saw him as your hero, a knight in shiny armor.

Jump to present day reader pov -

As you woke up from your sleep you noticed that you had a hazy memory of what happened the night before. All you remember is that Kaveh left in a hurry and that you felt like something or someone was watching you walk home. You started your daily morning routine before heading to The Akademiya.

You kinda forgot you normally walk with Kaveh to the Akademiya, So when you heard someone call out your name you didn’t right away think it was him.

“Hey, why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?” Kaveh asked.

Oh no i’m sorry! I kinda had a weird morning. My head was still filled with what happened yesterday’, you told him. “Oh… did they give you nightmares?” he looked at you concerned while saying this.

I guess so? I just have a hazy memory as if it was a fever dream but, it wasn't a dream it was reality, you looked at him while saying this. Do you perhaps know more? I know you were there as well, kaveh.

“All I know is that I saved you from those ermites. And after that I had to hurry to a meeting, they didn’t do anything to you right?” he asked. No, they didn’t do anything. I got home safely. Although I did feel like something was watching me. Maybe it was my mind. Because of what happened. I also really didn't eat anything before bed. Not the smartest choice I made I guess.. You gave him a weak smile.

“Maybe I should take you home? You clearly aren’t feeling well” Kaveh told you.

No no I'm fine really, I take it easy today and after all this I just go home to eat and sleep. That probably will help me feel better.

“Hmm if you say so. I’ll wait for you at our spot to walk you home okay?” he still looked very concerned at you. Yeah that’s fine. I promise I won't forget this time.

Your day just passed by silently and slowly as if time barely moved. But it reached it’s end and you were able to leave the Akademiya. And indeed kaveh was sitting there waiting for you. He also already got you a drink.

“Finally! there you are I got worried” He sounded energetic, like a puppy happy to see you.

Mhm today was quite energy draining if i’m being honest.

“Shall I carry you home then?” He joked. Oh My god have you been hanging out with Cyno a lot or something? Just as bad of a joke.

“But I wasn’t joking I wouldn’t mind carrying you home” And he indeed sounded serious about it.

No, I will be fine walking by myself I believe. “If you say so, I am almost done with this design and then we can have a walk around or I will just take you home?” He said.

“They will be able to get home by herself, Kaveh” A man told him. You turned your head to see who was talking to him.

"Al Haitham? What are you doing here?” He asked the man. He looked pretty annoyed. His eyes almost daggers at this man.

“Maybe you have forgotten kaveh? Do I need to speak it out? Do they already know?” He had a blank stare at kaveh. No emotion it seems. Kind of cold.

Know what? You asked.

“Nevermind It. I’m sorry I have to go. I can’t walk you home today I'm afraid” And so he stood up and followed this man named Al Haitham. You did hear him bickering with this man a lot. You knew he always had something to say about him.. But seeing him argue with him is something else.

You are interested in their relationship. If they are friends or not. But seeing as how tired you felt you decided it was enough for today and go home. Take a snack and then sleep. A good night's rest, it sounded like a dream for you at this moment.

Kaveh POV:

So why exactly did you have to interrupt me? I was having a nice time with them you know” You can clearly hear he was angry.

“I will leave you be more if you actually paid rent you know” Alhaitham still sounded stone cold. “And who are they even anyways?” he added.

They are my friend. And what does it matter to you anyways? it’s not like you ever bothered in someone else’ he said.

"Hm Perhaps. But you are right there is no benefit from knowing who they are. Anyways, I still want the rent. And you need to fix this door. It’s making that noise again.” Al Haitham told him.

I’m an architect. I draw, I don’t fix things like that. So you basically dragged me away for nothing? Kaveh felt he got angry because of this.

“oh well.. that’s a shame” Al Haitham told him while taking a book out to read. “also did you hear about 2 emrites missing?” he asked him.

No, what about it? Of course kaveh knew they were missing. He killed them after all for you.

“Their family is afraid they got killed by someone. And some speculations say they might have just fled to Liyue or something.” He simply answered.

Oh okay. Well I guess I will keep an eye out for them then’ He lied to al haitham.

the following day -

You were just walking around in Sumeru wondering what to do today. It was a nice day, slightly on the hot side so you didn’t feel like doing a lot. You were far lost in your own mind to really notice where exactly you were walking and whatever you might bump into, so you got quite the scare when you bumped into someone.

Ow, I’m sorry I should have looked where I’m Going’ You just said.

“You indeed should look around so you don’t make pitiless mistakes like this.” A stone cold voice you can recognize right away.

Oh Al Haitham, I’m really sorry’ you could feel your eyes heating up out of embarrassment.

“oh you are the friend of kaveh right?” He asked you, sounding a little less.. Cold

Yeah I am hehe’ You felt quite awkward as of now.

So what brings you here? You tried to have a neutral conversation with him.

“Just enjoying the weather, It’s a great day to do absolutely nothing.” He answered simply, “would you like to join me on the walk? I will look out for you so you don’t bulldoze more people” he added.

Ugh how dare he say something like that, it's so insulting, is what was going through your mind, you cannot obviously tell him what you thought.

So instead you took him on the offer and had a little chat with him. He got to know a bit about you. Meanwhile you still didn’t know much about Al Haitham. Other than that he is a scribe at The Akademiya.

And today again you felt like someone was staring at you, following you around. You couldn’t place where it came from or why you felt like it.

But you could notice Al Haitham also felt like someone was watching the 2 of you.

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live-love-be-unique · 3 months

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The Witch At The Edge Of The Woods

Inspired by @ghouljams incredible OC: Witch and featuring Price. This is my first attempt at writing a female character x female character and female x female x male characters story in any way so I hope I’ve done that and your OC justice.

You’d come home late one night and found your fiancée in bed with another woman, and now you were seeking revenge. You wanted him to feel your pain. In your heartbreak you sought out the woman they called Witch. You’d heard talk of her but hadn’t felt the need to seek her out like others had.

It felt like you had been walking for hours but you hadn’t even lost sight of the town. The forest grew like a hedge maze your father had taken you to one year when you were younger, you’d gotten so turned around and lost that you sat down and cried until he had found you.

As the familiar tendrils of anxiety wormed their way through your ribs and wrapped themselves around your heart you were sure your eyes were deceiving you the snow-covered trees and paths were changing to blossom-filled branches right before your eyes. The beautiful pink petals falling over the path around you. The sun, which had been hiding behind gray clouds, now shone bright down into the forest.

As you basked in the now shining sun, heavy-soled footsteps followed behind you, turning to find nothing but wisps of black smoke in the shape of a man, dancing in the trees. You paused for a moment before remembering that you were close to the witches cottage and stopping to investigate strange black smoke was possibly not the smartest decision.

You swore the shadow man was following you, staying almost in sight, lingering in the corner of your eyes like an abandoned cigar left sitting in an ashtray as you made your way towards the small cottage surrounded with flowers and plants, some you readily recognise growing alongside a lot you didn’t.

There was a woman kneeling by a planter completely engrossed with her flowers and herbs. As you approached she didn’t acknowledged you as she placed a small green sprig of something into the ground.

The heady, earthy smell of cigar smoke that had followed you intermingled with the perfume of the flowers as you walked closer to the small cottage. “Don’t mind him” the woman spoke, not looking up from the plants as she covered its roots with soil “he knows not to interfere” glancing back at the shadow man you didn’t notice the witch step closer to you “follow me”

The cottage was small but the moment you stepped through the door you felt a wave of comfort fall over you. You wanted to live here, you thought instantly. The mismatch of furniture and nicknacks were dotted around what you could only assume was the living room and sprigs of dried flowers and herbs decorated the curtain rods and candles covered every available surface. The air smelt of lavender as you were led into a small kitchen and ushered to a table underneath a sunny window, the sill covered with small succulents.

You studied the witch as she moved around the room. There’s a power to her, simmering beneath the warm surface. A power, that if crossed, would be scarier than death. Her exposed skin that you could see was covered in a patchwork of black signs and sigils and you guessed that there would be more under the skirt and blouse she wore.

The small kitchen looked exactly how you expected a witches to look, shelves filled to the brim with jars and containers of various powders and liquids, snake skin and other matters and something that; to you; vaguely resemble eyeballs. She however, was not what you had expected, there was no green skin or pointy hat in sight. The woman in front of you was beautiful, nowhere near the witches you heard about in the stories your grandmother read to you.

“Were you expecting something else?” She asked, pausing to glance at you over her shoulder as she busied herself with something at the stove.

“I..I don’t know what I was expecting”

“Your grandmother’s stories were wrong” she looked at you with a smirk, you felt your cheeks heating as her eyes met yours “but that can be a talk for another time” she says as a cup of steaming tea is placed before you on a matching saucer. She must have noticed you eyeing the cup warily “it’s not going to kill you if that’s what you’re thinking, poisoning my customers would be terrible for repeat business”

“I wasn’t…”

She smiles knowingly “it’s tea. Lemon balm if you want to be specific. Good for a broken heart”

“How did you know?”

“Do you know you’re one of the only ones who hasn’t come to see me before, not for a tarot or palm reading or something more specific. I was intrigued” she leaned forward in her chair opposite you, her chin resting on her hands, she was studying you, you realize. She lights a cigarette as she watches, waiting for your response.

“Did your cards tell you about me?�� You ask in awe.

“No” she giggles “the cashier at the supermarket is a terrible gossip” she says with a wave of her hand.

You look down at your hands clasping the steaming mug of tea in front of you “I want to hurt him. I need him to feel what I feel”

The witch tuts, leaning across the table, taking your hands in hers turning them over, gently tracing the lines on your palms “Your hands are pure, clean” she shook her head “I won’t let you dirty them with revenge”

“You’ve done it before, for others” you say as the familiar pinpricks of tears begin. Why would she help them and not you?

She looks up at you “do you want me to take your pain, sweet girl?” still holding your hands in hers, still tracing little symbols across your skin. Looking into her eyes you felt yourself suddenly forgetting the pain and heartache left behind by your ex. Your cheeks heat up again as she studies you “are you sure I need to?” She asks, tilting her head with that ever present knowing smile.

“I don’t…” you start, unsurely.

You watch as she stands from her place opposite you and makes her way around the small table and stops in front of you. One of her delicate hands lifts your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes once more “do you want to stay?”

“Yes” you whisper; after a moment.

Your pretty witch leans forward as her lips meet yours. You let yourself sink into her as her hand moves from your jaw and flattens against the back of your neck. You would stay with her for as long as she wanted.

The heady, earthy smell of cigar smoke fell around the room as a deep voice came from behind you “What a pretty picture I’ve found” the shadow man purred.

“You startled her Price” Witch says to the shadow man as you fall back with a gasp. The shadow man; Price; had materialized before your eyes. He was handsome with a rugged air surrounding him and his piercing blue eyes shone as he observed you.

He takes your hand in his and pulls you to stand “Hello petal” he smiles, plucking a small pink petal from your hair “we’ve been expecting you” he smiles as his lips find their way to yours.

#oc: witch #female x reader #price x witch x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 6 days

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Ok ok... I haven't read the OG book (I ordered that though and it's arriving on Wednesday!), but... Hear me out.

Apparently, according to Google, originally Aunt Em and Unkle Henry are actually Dorothy's adopted parents. Her biological mother left her on their doorstep. In Oz, the Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion all vowed to look after each other and Dorothy on their way to Oz.

What if Dorothy, as a baby/young child, got taken to Oz and somehow found herself in the care of the trio? Maybe one of them found her and basically adopted her (Scare was nailed to his post, and Lion was a coward that ran from everything. So my best guess would be Tinny). Or all three of them if they had found each other first? Imagine them all trying to figure out what to do with this child! Imagine the lengths they go to protect her and take care of her! Imagine Dorothy growing up and hearing them all say they don't have brains, heart or courage, but she sees them as the smartest, loving and bravest people she knows! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Basically, a Three Men and a Baby/Little Lady AU, but with Dorothy and Friends. Idk about you, but I need this wholsomeness in my life XD ^^ (maybe Dorothy's wish in this AU would be to know where she really came from? 🤔)

*DEEP INHALE*

... now I have to re-watch 3 Men and a Baby. Thats okay, I love that movie XD

🥺🥺🥺 BUT IMAGINE LION FINDS HER FIRST!! He was scared by her at first, so he rushes behind some bushes or something... just to see another jungle creature approach the defenseless little bundle. And they look h u n g r y. And Lion is terrified of that creature even worse, but even more then that?? He's scared f o r the defenseless bundle!!

So. He decides, taking a deep whimpering breath. He has to save it.

And after that he ends up keeping the little one, because oh its kind of cute?? So sweet??? He's still a little scared of it every time it cries or screams (or sneaks up on him, if Dorothy's already crawling), but its so... weak. Cant even roar. And its all alone, like him... He Has to care for it.

But he cant do it here. Its too dangerous in the jungle. They have to go somewhere else.

And on the way to a 'safe place', they meet Tin and Scarecrow!!! The Lion tries to leave them both as soon as he sees them, but both times baby Dorothy slips from the Lion's grasp, or cries so sadly at the prospect of leaving them that once again- he h a s to step up and help the strange men.

Okay, some extra HC's that came to mind with this:

Scarecrow showing his brains by being the one to find food for baby Dottie after Tin Woodman tells Lion she cant eat raw meat- thats not how baby humans work. Scare did the same thing for little teenage Dorothy in the book! He found her food multiple times (Nuts, fruit) and I just love that about their relationship. He also covers her in dry leaves to keep her warm while she sleeps.

Tin Woodman showing his heart when he's the one to hold Baby Dottie and stick with her and sympathise with her through all her tantrums and bouts of uncontrollable crying. As she grows up this doesn't change, and he's always the one she talks to when she needs it.

Just another book thing I love, but- Tin and Scare watching over Lion and baby Dottie every night while they slept, since they don't do that. Baby Dottie often sleeping in Scare's arms because he's squishy and warm like a blanket and Lion will get startled if she sleeps with him and suddenly moves.

Tin Woodman making Dottie clothes and blankets and stuff as she gets bigger. I just feel like out of all of them, Tin would have the most home-making skills. (IMAGINE HIM TEACHING LION HOW TO KNIT, THOUGH!! It would be such a nice calm activity for him <3)

Scare and Lion telling the best bedtime stories while Tin sits with little Dottie in his lap and gets just as into it as she does. Scare's get goofy and out-there, while Lion's detail brave acts of daring-do he imagines he might complete if he had the courage.

IMAGINE HOW THIS CHANGE EFFECTS THE DOROTHY MUST DIE VERSION OF THE STORY!! Those are no longer her friends- thats her Straw Dad and her Fur Dad and her Tin Dad. The love Tin has for Dorothy is no longer romantic (Unless it still is, in which case... I'm still intrigued by this even darker storyline honestly) but fatherly. Protective. Maybe he's sad that she's turned out this way, but he will never turn away from her?? He couldn't?? Thats his little girl and he will always be on her side.

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Characters with wasted potential: shinso Hitoshi

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I love the idea and structure of Hitoshi's character but horikoshi just decided to execute it in one of the worst ways possible. So Hitoshi's introduction starts with him in the sports festival and how we see him slowly climb through the ranks and get introduced to his character and the problems he has with 1A. I don't mind his interaction with ojiro as I think that made me more intrigued to him but I hate when the fandom decides that it will be fun to demonise ojiro about it for no reason when Hitoshi was clearly in the wrong.

Moving on to my actual problems about shinso:

HIS WHOLE BACKSTORY. in my opinion yes he is an interesting character but his backstory really really sucks and just contains with people telling him "oh you're quirk sounds kinda evil" like it really doesn't do much nor does it explain how shinso acts the way he does. There is almost no conflict in that backstory or anything like quirk discrimination which is present in another characters backstories like izuku,toga and shoji. I think this is mainly a problem due to hori not being able to show but just having to tell us everything which really ruins the story in its self

HIS CONFLICT/FIGHT WITH IZUKU. maybe as an izuku fan Iam being biased but it makes no sense how shinso went on to izuku about being born with a silver spoon in his mouth when during that WHOLE TOURNAMENT izuku didn't use his quirk but his brains which is something anyone can do. I understood the point of the speech but it really really fell flat because 1) izuku didn't use his quirk and 2) it was a horrible guess on shinso's part.

THERE ARE NON OFFENSIVE QUIRKS IN 1A. The whole idea of shinso thinking he didn't get into the hero course because he didn't have a good flashy quirk is just stupid when you see a lot of the other hero course kids like toruu, ojiro or even koda who don't have any offensive QUIRKS at all and it doesn't help when there are many and I mean MANY heros that fight with non offensive QUIRKS and are quite successful like night eye.

Now let me talk about his potential. The idea of a brainwashing quirk is actually very interesting and it's a good quirk as well it would make sense if shinso hates his quirk due to discrimination or bullying and he has a very tunneled view of the world which is that people with flashy/strong quirks are always happy, on top of everything, powerful and arrogant. Now we can go on and have Hitoshi cement that idea in his head after whatever nonsense bakugo pulls during the sports festival and whatever rumours came out of the usj incident. During the sports festival we will have shinso's behaviour stay the same but when it comes to him and the izuku fight you could either have izuku use his quirk before ( it could make shinso think oh so someone who doesn't even know how to control their quirk got into the hero course but i couldn't) or have him fight another member of the hero course who has a flashy quirk maybe someone like momo. During the fight shinso can provoke the character to get an answer out of them but also question how and why they got into the hero course. (I prefer having izuku being chosen to fight shinso.) This happens and then the fight goes the same line as canon. The next time we meet shinso it should be way sooner then season 5 and I feel like hori should focus on more of the academia so we meet him during those moments where we see him talking to izuku more and try to change his views; we can have him apologise to ojiro and the way he treated 1A. We can then have him involved in 1A sooner then season 5 make it some time around the final exams where we see him see others fighting and he notices how their quirks aren't as flashy and powerful as he thought also have him focus on the momo and todoroki fight or have him involved in it. In my opinion it would be good for him to see momo who is the smartest in 1A and has a cool flashy quirk crumble thinking she isn't good enough and it will also break a lot of the stereotypes he had.

Overall, we slowly see Hitoshis character develop from someone who has a narrow minded view based on only his experiences and hate who then changes and sees the reality of life while also fighting against his own stereotypes of him being a villain by becoming a hero.

#mha critical #bnha critical #hitoshi shinsou #wasted potential

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Bonjour!! I actually wanted to tell you how your writing is always something I look forward to at the end my day, like a candle lighting the darkest corners of my room. Could you maybe write a hopeless romantic!reader that slowly turned pessimistic at the thought of love (psst slow burn). Then Viktor realises how much reader has adored him since forever and wanted to do so in return! Merci♡

Bonjour ! <33 SADFGHJDHSGDJHDHDG thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 Before anything, I have to said, you just cracked my well-preserved secret! Legend says if you ask me for a slow burn I will get overboard and make a multichapter fic :D and I guess it's true so here we are 🤡 [Brain why you have to be like thissss I hate you] Anyway, I hope you like this first part ;3 Passe une bonne journée, petalthea ! <3

The Oblivious Game I Want to Lose (Without Losing You) [Chapter One]

> M A S T E R L I S T <

Viktor x Fem! (Hopeless Romantic!)Reader-------2.1K------SFW

Synopsis: Your father wants you to forget about pursuing your dream of being an opera singer as your mother was. Instead, he's determined to make you a great business person to fit into his wealthy family—his solution? Hiring one of the smartest students of the Academy as your personal tutor, no other than Heimerdinger's assistant himself. But when you two grow closer, the plan gets tricky as you get your confidence back to fight for your re-discovered dreams just as Viktor starts to achieve his own.

Viktor saw you four times before he was obliged to talk to you.

Inside the Music Faculty, the chandelier sent golden hues against the gold and silver accessories of the guests filling the auditorium. A line of teenagers was waiting, removing awkwardly on their feet as the people organizing the admission test formed them into order.

He was in charge of the lightning, tucked next to the half-open curtain that separated the scenario and the backstage, sitting on a stool with uneven legs. Viktor was careful to balance himself up the wobbling seat, growing less interested in the auditions as time went on. While managing the levers, he considered what his final project for his Mechanic class could be.

Until a wailing interrupted his line of thoughts, almost tripping his body off the stool.

Looking backstage, he saw a teenager being dragged away from the queue by two men in twin outfits, a woman looking at you some feet away with a stern expression. You were thrashing and screaming—begging should be a better word—, Viktor thought when he heard what you were saying in a river of blabbering, like a plea.

Please just let me try. Father doesn’t have to know—

But they ignored you and the tears that shone clear against the dimmed light inside the backstage.

He didn't recollect the moment his body decided to move on its own, but the click of his wooden cane snap him back to the present.

One of the organizers looked at him from the corner of her eyes, shaking her head slightly as if saying don’t even think about it.

Viktor frowned because he wasn't thinking about doing anything. They were full-grown adults working for an important house, if your tailored clothes were correct signal enough of your upbringing.

Though that didn’t stop the bad-hidden laughs behind some participants’ hands.

But even as the sound of the cacophony grew fainter, the heaviness of his chest remained while remembering your broken voice, hands frantic trying to pull away, and he thought, brows pinched in confusion, that if that would have been him if Professor Heimerdinger hadn’t helped him enrolling into the Academy.

He saw you try three more times, with the same outcome. Only that each failed audition your pleads became weaker, and you didn’t fight back as much.

People kept mocking you, you fought and lost, and he watched you every time.

What a particular case, because Viktor couldn't understand why a rich family wouldn't let their child enter the Music Faculty and become an artist for the Opera House. And why you didn't give up?

The last time, just a touch on the shoulder was enough to take you away from the stage. Without the sound of your voice echoing in the room, you heard the quiet laughs, and for the first time, you looked back at them, eyelids heavy—Viktor couldn't know if it was anger or just fatigue.

The competitors cleared their throats and looked away, removing in their place as you scanned their clothes, eyes lingering in familiar crests.

"Good luck in the audition, then," you said, walking away without looking at him, even though Viktor felt as if his gaze was so heavy at least you should have felt it.

But no. You didn’t look back, and Viktor forgot about you soon after; when he became Heimerdinger’s assistant, leaving behind the myriad of little jobs he took at the Academy for extra income, the Music Faculty lightning technician included.

Until now.

*~*~*~*

The Ventos family manor was flooded with people as richly decorated as the house itself, and Viktor pretended to ignore the glances they stole as the guests looked at him following Heimerdinger’s steps.

Viktor knew the Ventos clan was horrifyingly wealthy, with around half of all the airships belonging to some member of the family, but reading about it and looking at the proofs were two different things.

The hall was bigger than Viktor's apartment, with arches supporting a tall, vaulted ceiling incrusted with mosaics. All inside was a spotless white and a pale blue, taking the nickname "owners of the sky" too seriously to be considered funny.

Professor Heimerdinger was greeting the few people that crossed his way into scanning the room, looking for the host of the party, even though Viktor was the one carrying the gift box.

A man Viktor recognized as part of the Chemistry Faculty of Teachers stopped his travel midway to the wine fountain when he spotted the yordle. He exchanged a polite and short greeting to Viktor before pouring his attention to the Dean of the Academy, asking him if he would like to see some experiments he’d been working on.

Heimerdinger raised a hand. "Excuse me for a moment—Viktor? Oh, there you are. Could you please give this to the birthday celebrant? I don't want them to run away from the party unexpectedly without the gift! Thank you, thank you."

The yordle turned his back on him, engaging again in the conversation while Viktor stood a couple of steps away, frozen, with an expensive gift tucked inside his arm.

He sighed, tapping his fingers over the box as his eyes scanned the room. How was he supposed to know who was the host of the party? All rich people looked the same, with expensive clothes and too many decorations with gold, all of them holding cups of wine while engaging in business deals.

Viktor walked toward some butlers and maids that were carrying away the empty platters from the dessert table and replacing them with new ones. He didn’t want to ask a rich Piltie about who was the birthday's celebrant—much less give any of them a gift—but it was part of his job, he supposed.

It didn’t make it easier.

One of the servants told him a name he hadn’t heard before. Frowning in confusion, the servant stopped what he was doing to give him a detailed description of the youngest Ventos heiress.

The young man shrugged. “I haven’t seen the Young Mistress in a while, though. I don’t know where the she could be.”

A maid interrupted. "Miss Ventos should be on the green balcony," she blinked and signaled the west corner of the room. "It's the balcony filled with plants. If they aren't there, then she probably withdraw to her bedroom already."

Viktor nodded, thanking them. After a short pause, the servants replied with a doubtful, “it’s nothing, Sir” and he left them to fulfill their job not wanting them to be punished because of his incompetence.

It wasn’t that late, perhaps 10 PM or something around that hour. If this person was already in bed—how old they were? Suddenly, his stomach twisted thinking about a spoiled child. What if she didn’t like the gift? What if she didn’t accept it because maybe she didn’t like him? Would he be in trouble?

The green balcony was obscured by thick potted flowers and little palms, only a narrow passage connected it to the marble rail that had a spectacular view of the city.

Viktor froze when he didn't see anyone in there. Should he return the gift with Heimerdinger? Or could he leave it with a servant?

His thoughts were interrupted by a rustling sound, his eyes darting toward the sound's source.

He recognized you right away, and Viktor felt a little embarrassed by it. You looked older—around four years had passed since the last audition you tried to join—but your clothes were very similar, contrasting with the pale blue and shining white in dark tones of purple and blue.

“Who are you?” you said, frowning. He felt your eyes sweeping his outfit—the Academy uniform—and your stiff posture, half-hidden behind a rosebush, seemed to relax.

Viktor blinked, and you blinked back, arching your brows.

“Ah! Right. I’m Heimerdinger— I mean, I’m Heimerdinger’s assistant.” He locked his cane’s handle in the crook of his elbow to take the box gift in his both hands, arms extended toward you. “He wanted me to deliver this gift. But I don’t, eh, I don’t know who the host is. By any chance… could you help me?”

You smiled then, a little tug of your lips as you took the gift box between your hands.

“Sure. Please tell Professor Heimerdinger my gratitude.”

“You’re the birthday celebrant?”

"That's right," you paused, shaking the box a little. It sounded metallic, and it was a little heavy. "Please sit down, I'm sure you must be tired from all that walking around."

You signaled at one marble bench built on one side of the balcony, next to where you were sitting, a glass of wine half-empty that you shoved away.

"You know you're hard to find," Viktor said, feeling the cold rock against his legs. He shivered a little, trying to be subtle about it. Then, he realized the words that slipped out of his mouth. "I apologi—"

“No need. You’re right, anyway.” You opened the box, putting aside the protective cloth to reveal a music box. When you pressed the button, the little shell opened, showing a little doll dressed in a deep blueish-greenish dress going in circles around a wooden stage.

Behind her, the scenery moved, showing an Ionian forest. You chuckled, moving one of your feet at the rhythm of the melody repeating inside the toy. Fingers hovering in the air as if you wanted to touch the little doll but wouldn’t dare to.

For a moment, he thought you looked cute.

“I knew Professor Heimerdinger still makes the best music boxes,” you muttered, and Viktor heard it for he was listening carefully.

“Do you know Professor Heimerdinger?” Closely, he wanted to add, but you seemed to understand his inner meaning.

“Yes. He was friends with my mom. Well—he helped her to pursue her career as an opera singer.”

Viktor smiled a bit. He finally understood that you wanted to enroll in the Music Faculty.

You jumped when someone called your name—a male voice.

"Shit," you whispered, and Viktor got surprised to hear you curse. Hurriedly, you took the music box under the bench, where the bushes hide it well enough. Your hands tried to accommodate your hair that had been disturbed by some branches as you stood up. "Enjoy the party for me—oh! That's right. What's your name?"

“My name?” You nodded, smiling warmly. “I’m Viktor.”

You extended your hand toward him. “A pleasure to make you my acquaintance, Viktor. I hope you enjoy the night.”

He frowned. "Are you leaving? No, wait. Where you hiding here?”

You beamed. "You're smart. Yes, I was. You see, when you reach a certain age your parents just organize these kinds of parties to shove suitors at your face each half an hour or so. I needed a break."

“Oh. You don’t seem fond of the attention.”

"I'm not. People still can't get over the fact about my mixed upbringing." You took off the shawl that was covering your shoulders, and let it fall on his lap. Viktor was still shivering slightly, the air of the night getting colder as time passed.

He wanted to ask what you were referring to, but you interrupted him:

“If you’re going to stay here, wear it. I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“But—” You shook your hands.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the gift, Viktor. It’s the best I’ve been given in a long time. Thank Heimerdinger too, please.”

Viktor nodded and you said your farewell just as the same male voice entered the balcony.

You encountered him midway, dragging him away from Viktor.

“Yes, Father?”

The man sounded angry. Viktor could hear the disdain in Erik Ventos’ voice even from he was sitting, back hunched forward so he could hide better.

“Were you talking with someone?”

You laughed. “Oh, dear Father. Don’t tell me you have too much to drink again. Or it’s that you just like to nag at me?”

“Don’t try to act cocky. You left Yael from house Kiram all alone an hour ago!" Viktor heard your father whispering at you, a voice full of poison. "Is this how you pay for everything I've done for you? You're just an ungrateful brat."

Viktor closed his eyes while listening to that. His parents never talked to him that way, he couldn’t believe that some people would treat their own family in such manners.

“If you want me to marry him so badly, then go make the deal yourself,” you spitted out back, shoving him aside and walking away.

Erik Ventos followed you, stomping like a wild animal, the noise getting further away until all that was left was the crickets singing on the lonely balcony. His hands were tangled in your shawl, thinking that he was going to stay there a little longer, childishly hoping you would come back.

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