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pretty bun can u PLEASE talk more about how perverted enha nd txt are !!! I'm pretty sure they would be all such a perverts pls pls pls

u are 100% correct anon bc one thing about enha + txt is that they’re both FULL of pervs. but lemme tell yall who’s been on my mind lately: PERV. SOOBIN.

specifically!!! pervy roommate soobin who always seems a little bit nervous around you. his cheeks always seem a little bit pink and his hands are always a little bit sweaty but he just can’t help it, he likes you so much :(

it gets worse the first time he hears you touching yourself through your shared wall. he hears a faint buzzing, a hum, but he assumes that it’s just you using your electric toothbrush. that’s until he hears a tiny little moan. his eyes widen, he claps a hand over his mouth, and then he slowly presses his ear to the wall. and what else is he supposed to do other than slip his dick out of his pajama pants and hope that you don’t hear him jerking off to your cute noises?

and then you notice is your panties slowly going missing. at first they disappeared somewhere between the washer and the dryer, but as time progressed, they started vanishing from your dirty clothes hamper. soobin keeps them in a drawer at his desk and he only takes them out late at night, pressing them to his nose (and occasionally letting his tongue swipe across the salty fabric) while he fucks a fleshlight.

he’s mortified when you finally confront him about it, of course, but give him even the tiniest hint that you want him and he’ll be begging for you. “y-you don’t even need to touch me, please, just let me touch you,” he’d plead, desperate just to get his hands on you. he almost comes in his pants just from squeezing your boobs, so imagine how insane he’d go when he’s finally kneeling between your legs. finally getting to taste the real thing, not just the essence left behind on your panties. he’d get a little lost in it, i think, his eyes glazed over as he drools all over you, fucking you with his long fingers while he sucks your clit <3

and if you actually let him fuck you??? omfg i think he’d be SO rough. he’d wanna absolutely ruin you. he’d shove his fingers in your mouth, making you gag on them until you’re crying while he fucks you with that huge dick. “been thinking about this for so long, pretty girl,” he’d groan in your ear, “making such a mess on my cock like i knew you would. perfect little pussy taking it so well.”

Watermelon 🍉

Human Touch Part Three

a nathan bateman x f!reader series

Part One | Part Two

word count: 1.7k

rating: M/E for sexual themes, smut (pls only read if youre 18+)

summary: Nathan offers to teach you to box, but he ends up showing you something else instead...

a/n: sorry im late getting this one out! make sure you read part one and part two!! thank you again to @punkpascal and @sergeantkane! let me know what yall think!

Nathan took you back to your cousin’s after a few more days spent tangled in the sheets. He fucked you a couple times at your cousin’s place just for good measure. It was a bittersweet goodbye, you had to go back home. But there was a promise you’d come back, stay longer with him.

You dated virtually for a few months. It worked out because he was up all hours working and could text you. He’s surprisingly good at multitasking. The sexting and the phone sex were nice, but you both missed each other’s touch. Something about him made you ache to be back in his arms.

He surprised you with plane tickets one day, and you flew out to him. You spent a week this time. But the goodbye was even harder.

An intimacy had grown. Your lives begin to merge.

But there was an air about him that was different. He was happier than he’d ever remember being, but also scared out of his mind. There were hours that would go by when you wouldn’t see him. He’d be working, but mostly he was trying to collect his thoughts. You were such a damn distraction. Every moment spent with you felt like the air in his lungs would leave him, he’d never be able to breathe again with you taking the air from him. His heart thuds in his chest and he swears he’s having a heart attack. But it’s just you, it’s you.

He still can’t believe you’re real.

One afternoon you walked in on him pleasuring himself. Fully naked, flat on his back on his bed. Big hand pumping his dick. Moans echoing in the room. He didn’t see you or notice you until his end. He came with a loud groan and he moaned your name.

When he sat up, he saw you, there was a moment of panic in his eyes, but then it turned to a smirk.

“Enjoy the show?”

“Why didn’t you….come get me?” you flush. He looked away from your gaze, a heat rises in his face and the tips of his ears turn pink.

“I still can’t believe you’re real.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“How long have you been so alone?” your heart hurts and you go over to him and kiss the top of his head.

These are the things that plague him. He’s been so alone for so long; he’s trying to adjust to life with you in his home. The heat in his bed. Someone else showering. Your clothes in the closet. Your shampoo in the shower. Little traces of you.

He’s also not used to having to talk to anyone. He’ll spend hours or days even deep in his work. Barely remembering to eat.

You ate alone one evening, so you wandered into his lab to check on him. When you asked him why he wasn’t with you he snapped at you like a scared wounded animal.

“We don’t have to spend every second together,” he’d said. But as soon as he said it, he was full of regret. He never wanted to see that upset look in your eyes again.

“Well, I only see you if we have sex!” Which wasn’t true, but it’s what it felt like. You’re only here for a week, you wanted to make the most of it.

You walked out of his lab leaving him alone. You saw the look on his face, and he looked defeated. Hurt. Angry. At himself, not at you.

Later you went back into apologize, only to find him asleep at his desk. His face smushed against the keyboard. Several lines of letters were being typed by his cheek on the screen.

“Nathan,” you whisper and gently touch his shoulder. He bolts upright and groans a silent “fuck” when he sees all the letters typed out.

“You need to rest, come with me right now,” you tell him. He doesn’t disagree and he follows you to his bed. You lay down first, on you back with pillows propped behind you. “Come here,” you beckon. And with a happy sigh he lays down, resting his head on your stomach just under your breasts. He breathes deeply as you scratch his back and softly rub his fuzzy head.

“I’m sorry,” you say first. “I’m a little nervous about this.”

“I’m sorry,” he replies. “I’m nervous as shit. I’m not used to having another person around. Especially not someone so-“ his throat tightens. How can he tell you that he loves you already? “What if I’m not good enough for you? I don’t want to hurt you. But- I’ve been trying to think of ways to ask you.”

“Ask me what?” you stroke his beard gently.

“Move out here with me,” he’d whispered into your skin.

“I’d love to,” you whispered back. “And we’ll figure this out. But you are good enough. My only,” you smile and kiss him softly.

He paid for everything. He hired movers to get your things. He paid for any expenses and every ticket. Your parents were a little surprised you were dropping everything to stay with someone they’d never even met, but they’d also never seen you happier in your life.

Nathan enjoyed helping you unpack. He analyzed everything you owned. And he liked making a space for all your things. He rifled through your record collection with keen interest, and all your underwear.

It felt so domestic being with him, and you knew it was the right decision. You’d been worried about being homesick, but that feeling never came. He was your home. You had everything you needed and could possibly want.

You kept in contact with all your friends, you’d video chat with them. There were things you missed, but you settled into life with Nathan with ease.

The newest part for you was sharing space with someone. He’d not done that in some time either. He’s not used to someone curling up against him in the middle of the night. He runs hot, but he can’t push you away. He’ll just turn down the AC.

This morning, the bed is empty. Which isn’t uncommon. He keeps weird hours. You pull on his Henley and some warm pajama pants and wander through the house looking for him.

You find him outside on the deck, he’s practicing his boxing this morning. His fists collide with the punching bag and you can hear him grunt with effort. Unashamedly you watch his tight ass bounce as he hops around on the balls of his feet.

You make your presence known by opening the sliding door to the deck. He sees you with a smile, but he keeps going. He might be showing off just a little for you, but you don’t mind. The newness of the relationship has him doing things of the sort.

“Are you going to teach me how to box?” you ask sitting on one of the deck chairs nearby.

“Well get over here and I’ll teach you,” he grins, his shoulders heave as he breathes deeply.

He holds your hands in his, showing you how to make a fist. His touch is warm, his eyes flicker with desire. He’s sweaty and his kisses are salty.

“Hold your hands like this-“ he tells you. He stands behind you and guides your arms on how to throw a proper punch without hurting yourself. He slots himself behind you, and you can feel him through his thin gym shorts.

“Nathan.”

“Hmm?” he hums in your ear and kisses your cheek.

“What are you doing?”

“I thought I was showing you how to box? What did you think I was doing?” He hums again and ruts his hips against your ass.

“It’s this shirt isn’t it?” you lean back against his chest and wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses your neck and his beard brushes along your skin.

“Yeah, you look so fuckin’ good in my shirt. Hold still,” he tells you and slips his hand down your pants. He wraps his other arm around you to keep you still while he rubs tight circles on your clit. “You know, kitten, I haven’t eaten you out yet. Would you let me?”

“Outside?” you moan while his fingers move. He chuckles in your ear.

“No one’s out here. Please baby, let me taste you.”

“You really want to?”

His fingers move faster, and you buck against his hand. You’re so close, chasing it when he pulls his hand away. He brings his fingers up to his lips and groans in your ear.

“You taste so good, I want more.”

“Please- let me finish. Use your mouth.”

“Attagirl,” he winks and squeezes your ass. “If you’re not ready though, say so. It’s not like I haven’t seen you.” He smirks.

“Where do you want me?”

He points to one of the tables. You sit down on it and lay back. He kneels in front of you and pulls your pants and panties down your legs. He spreads your thighs and puts them over his shoulders while he dives in.

His eyes close in pleasure while his tongue laps at your folds and sensitive bundle of nerves. He sucks and kisses and grazes his teeth. His beard scrapes your thighs, and you scream out in the open air.

“That’s it baby,” he moans against your heat. “Fuck, you have the best tasting pussy.”

“Nathan!” you whine his name, and he goes in harder. Sucking and eating you alive.

“You’re sweeter than the watermelon we had the other night,” he purrs into your heat. He doesn’t stop until you’re coming all over his tongue. Your sweet essence he could drown in. You’re real. Warm, wet, and real. He burns with need after tasting you. He’d keep going if he weren’t so hard in his shorts.

He pushes his shorts down and leans over you, kissing you deeply.

“Can I?” he asks, there’s a pleading tone in his voice. You practically beg him to push inside, you wrap your legs around him and pull him towards you. He sinks in with a sigh. The table scrapes on the deck as he thrusts into you.

“So much for teaching me boxing,” you gasp out a moan when he spills inside of you.

“Next time,” he chuckles, falling on top of you. “I’ve had my workout for the day.”

xx

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A Wallflower - pt. 1

A/N: So, I was really enjoying this fic and I am thinking of writing a second part to this because making everything angsty and then into a fluffy cute kissing scene was really challanging. You know either it’s all angst or full time fluff, butt it’s hard to go from angst to fluff, especially for me. Hope you like it.

PAIRING: Teddy Lupin x reader

REQUEST: Teddy Lupin x reader pls Kinda angsty but at the end cute Kissing scenes pls

XX

Confidence was a funny thing. Either you had it or you hadn’t and with Teddy Lupin, there was an exchanging bargain with his brain and heart. 

All he wanted from you was a look. One glance, one second of your gorgeous smiling eyes, your astounding, plush lips. “Come on. Come on.” he continued to mumble to himself meanwhile his leg that continued to jump with full time speed, kept James finally put his fork down. 

“Will you stop it!” James grumbled. “It’s 8am in the morning, I am barely alive, I have a test in three hours and I think I left half of my body in my own bed!” 

“Sorry, mate.” Teddy stopped jumping his leg, his fingers intertwining with his own as he tried not to look at you.

But what if you look at his direction and he doesn’t catch it? What if all of that constant pleading and begging got him for him to miss his chance? 

“Honestly, who are you looking at?” James started scanning the Ravenclaw table. 

“Me?” Teddy said nervously. “Noone.” he shook his head and focused his eyes on the table, unaware that before his eyes focused on the wood, they looked up at you and James noticed it.

“(y/n)(y/l/n)?” James leaned back and crossed his arms in disapproval. “Her?”

Teddy looked up. Somewhat ashamed, somewhat relieved that another knows. 

“Seriously mate. Not her.” 

“Why not?” he replied, straightning up his posture and quirking an eyebrow at him. “She’s smart and funny, gorgeous-”

“And she’s a real bitch.” James rolled his eyes. “Pureblood, rich and coming from the whole line of respected wizarding familes. I think she has a big dose of that pureblood in her ego.” 

“Aren’t you the same?” Teddy clicked his tongue and James widened his eyes at the realization before shaking his head and uncrossing his arms.

“That’s not the point. The point is that her whole family is against muggle-borns, half-breeds fiasco and she is no different. Just look at her.” he pointed his hand at you but you were nowhere to be seen. James and Teddy both widened his eyes at your sudden disappereance. 

“Merlin, she’s a complete monster.” you rested your arms on James shoulders and put your head on top of his. “Absolute beast. Voldemort would hide from her.” you continued to tease, removing yourself from James and ruffling his hair. “Where’s your daddy Potter when you need him?” you finished, taking a glance of the boy next to him, sending him a flirty wink and leaving. 

Teddy felt himself melt like butter meanwhile James was boiling inside. He was clenching his fists and digging his nails in his palms. “I promised my dad I’ll stay out of trouble... but she just fucking crossed the line.” he gritted his teeth and stormed after you. 

Teddy as long as it took him to get out from his daze, ran after him. He promised Harry that he’ll try to keep James out of much trouble as he could. Ephasis on the try. 

He was too far away to stop what happened next. You were hugging a First year who kept jumping of joy, showing you her E in Transfiguration. You were her tutor and she adored you. She kept coming to you for advice, any kind of advice and you always had time to help her because she as sweet, kind and full of life you couldn’t get to have at her age. 

“(Y/l/n)!” James shouted on top of his furious lungs. 

You looked up, your pupil, Melody, as well. 

“FUCK YOU!” he continued to shout while you stepped in front of Melody and stand up to this prick.

“Potter, go away. We can do this later but not now.” you felt Melody’s hand take a hold of your robes.

“NO! I want to talk to you now! You don’t get to throw my father, my whole family and the moment that scarred his life into my face like mud!” he kept clenching his fists, his eyes blazing and narrowed at you. 

“Shut up, Potter!” you snapped, feeling Melody’s grip tighten. 

“Don’t tell him to shut up!” Teddy now intertwined. “He’s right! You were being rude to him.” 

“And who the fuck are you?” you scoffed, knowing exactly who he was. The boy you shared most of your classes with. “Alright? Edward Lupin.” 

“Teddy.” he felt his anger boil, the daze completely gone. He hated his name, always preffered to be called Teddy.

“Well, Teddy, whoever the fuck you are, stay out.” 

“Whoever the fuck I am? Who the fuck are you, talking to everybody like you own them.”

“What?! You don’t even know me, half-breed!” 

That hit the spot in Teddy’s heart. His hair changed colour in a flash, his body covered James’ whole and he was standing above you. 

“Half-breed?!” he was leaning over you. “I may be a half-breed but at least my father even if he was werewolf, he still fought for you to have an education and so you can live meanwhile what did your father did? Sip his vodka and get drunk?” he was now getting close to your hitting your point in the heart. “I know you and your family, pureblood maniacs, thinking yall are so much more worhty than the rest of us but as I remember your mother never even finished school and your daddy inherited the money he spends on alcohol and well- you.” he made a hand gesture that implied at you. “You think your family is respectful but all they do is get rid of the muggle-borns. Don’t think I don’t know what your family does. You’re nothing but murderers.” he growled and after that last few words, the hand let go of your robe and as you wanted to speak, there was a scared voice speaking instead of yours.

“Is that true?” Melody took a few steps back with her teary eyes staring at yours. 

Teddy just now noticed the little First year, his anger flushing away meanwhile you turned around and looked at her. “No- no!” you quickly tried to deny, squating down and opening your arms. “It’s not- Melody-”

“You’re lying!” tears fell down her cheeks meawhile yours started to gather in yours.

“It’s complicated, Mel. Please don’t be afraid.”

“I’m a Muggle-born. You want to get rid of me?”

“What? Of course, not! Why would you think that?”

“You always say of taking the family business and if they get rid of-”

“Melody, that’s not what I meant. That’s not what we do anymore!” 

“ANYMORE?!” she shouted and tears started to fall down your cheeks. 

“Melody!” you pleaded. “Just let me explain.”

“NO! I thought of you like a sister now I can’t even look at you.” she started backing away and you tried to walk after her but she screamed. “LEAVE ME ALONE! MURDERER!” 

You felt your heart break. That was the point and she hit the middle. 

It didn’t take long after her heart-breaking leave that you felt like sobbing yourself. You couldn’t even look at them. From shame? Anger? It didn’t even matter at the point because you couldn’t feel yourself breathe no matter where you ran. And you ran far and further, somewhere where there was only loneliness. 

‘ You stepped down the stairs and stopped at the fifth step, just so you could see right in the kitchen. 

“Please, I don’t know anything!” the man, crouched and bare chest lifted his slim hands but he cursed anyway. Screams escaped his mouth, agonized screams. When he stopped crucifying him, he took a deep breath in as if it was his last. “Ple- pl-” he tried to speak but his tongue was tied. 

“TELL ME!” he roared and you jumped at the sound.

“It’s Timothy McKay! Timothy McKay! It’s McKay!”

There was silence and an malicious cackle. “McKay? That Half-blood is a half-breed as well? He’ll be a pleasure to torture. Never tortured half-veela. Explains why the ladies adored him.” 

“Pl-pl-pl-please...” his voice shook but your father stepped close and put a tip of his wand under his chin.

“Ava-”

“STOP!” another roaring voice came from the bacground. 

“What?!”

“Your child.” it was calmer now. “Stairs.” 

Your father’s eyes shot at yours and you could feel the chaos that will become. Your heart began to pound, the adrenalin in you but no muscles to move your scared little body. “YOU LITTLE PRAT!” he stormed over but the voice stopped him once again.

“Don’t hurt the child!” he said and your father’s hand stop close to your cheek. “Bring her here.” your fahter’s hand gripped your arm and life feather dragged you to the room where the another man was tortured. 

There he was. The voice. Tall, skinny, white hair and matching wild mustache. He knelt down and smiled. “Come here.” he opened his arms and as scared as you were, your feet did what they were told. “Come, come.”

And you were in his arms. He took a hold of your small hands in his skinny and all bones palms, holding them meanwhile he looked up at his son. “Don’t ever hurt a woman, son. Don’t ever hurt my grandchild.” he warned, turning you around and locking you in place with his long, slim hands. “Show her how the family business runs.” 

“Pleasure.” your father smirked and turned his head as well as his wand to the cruched, barely breathing man in front. ‘

You screamed so loud, holding the sides of your head and digging your nails into your scalp.

He broke his promise to his father. He may never have hurted you physically but every breath in that house, every word that was directed to you... it broke you much more but the one that broke you the most was the one that called you him.

‘ “You know?” he swayed on his numb feet, holding a firewhiskey. “They call us murderers and prehaps we are- we have been through all generations and I used to be like you. Against it till my every bone but there were things my father did to me that made me change my mind.” he sat on the edge of your bed meanwhile your heart pounded under the sheets. “I don’t want you to go through pain I did but as long as you rebel against me, that’s what I’ll exactly do.” his hand touched your leg, tapped it harshly meanwhile the mix of alcohol and cigarrates blew your way. “You’ll be a murderer like all of us. You grow to like it.” and he was gone. ‘

He told you that as soon as you start, you get to remember the eyes you take. He told you the order many manny times. His first were green, a family of brown, black, grey, grey, blue, mother’s were always more blue, then there were twins but with different eyes. One had a mix of blue and green the other hand just green. Then he took a man’s that were purple, completely purple, yellow - werewolf, a few of those actually but after that he lost count.

“Is that really who I am meant to be?” you asked yourself and there was a voice in the back of your head saying: ‘No, of course not. Times have changed since long the family business started. You know you’re not one. Deep inside you know you’re not who they want you to be.’ but there was another voice, saying the opposite: ‘Yes. It’s exactly who you are meant to be. As much as you want to escape his, you will never. Why? Because it’s in your blood. As soon as you kill, you’ll want nothing more but more blood and death in your hands. Accept the deep cravings your soul has.’

And you didn’t want to agree with the second voice but what if it was true? What if deep inside, you were a natural murderer. 

But you couldn’t. You remember that grandfather made the first target your father’s best friend, who was indeed a son of a werewolf and a witch. Green eyes. Those were his first to take. What if your first eyes to take would be Melody’s? Those big, round blue eyes? 

“No.” you told yourself. “I’d never do that.” 

But again the second voice spoke: ‘Yes. You’ll have to.’ 

And for some odd reason... you agreed. You will have to one day because your father scared you and you were too weak for him. You didn’t want to be the weak daughter of the almighty (y/f/n).

“I’m sorry.” a voice came from the distance. You turned your head to see but due to the darkness, you could only see a figure but due to the fact his voice cut deep wounds, you knew who it was. 

“You shouldn’t be.” you were quite calm. “You were right. At some point, I am a murderer- or more like become one.” you looked at the dark deep forest. 

He shuffled through the leaves and made his way to sit next to you. “I didn’t mean what I said there.”

“Yes, you did.” you simpered at him, looking at his green eyes before they changed to blue and you could only observe before taking a deep breath and looking back at the distance. “I attacked your family and you attacked mine. It was a fair battle.”

“You didn’t attack my family. You attacked James’ family and when it comes to James and Harry, I get over-protective. They aren’t only his family, they are mine too.” 

“I know.” you decided to look at him again, this time, keeping your eyes where they landed. “I’m sorry for what happened to your parents in the war. I heard they were amazing wizards and for Harry Potter.” you smiled. “I met him once and he was actually a great guy. I remember I was around thirteen years old and me and James got into this huge fight. Harry came to me and told me that nobody could get under James’ skin like I did.”

“Yeah, there really isn’t nobody like you that comes to his live nerves.”

“He shouldn’t have taken my compartment five years ago and we’d be just fine. Best buddies.” you joked and Teddy chuckled. 

“You would think so?”

“I know so.” you continued to joke. “But I guess that this time I really did cross the line and it would all be okay if Melody wasn’t there when it happened. I love that little girl.” 

“Yeah... I noticed.”

“Oh, did you now?” you nudged him a bit and he smiled.

“I shouldn’t have said those things to you.” he tried to apologise but you just couldn’t have that.

“Well, you were in the right all the way. You can’t choose into which family you are born to. I? I was born into the family of murderers. There was no false word you said.” you admitted, to yourself and to him.

“Yes, there was.” he could see the crescent iluminate its light in your eyes. It was lighting the whole forest if not and Teddy couldn’t help himself but see just how beautiful you were at the moment. In the moment when you were fragile and honest with yourself. In the moment where all he could say was how sorry he was to hurt this beautiful creature in front of him. To say sorry to those eyes, those lips, that hair, those ears, those hands, fingers, cheeks, nose... that soul that was the complete opposite of what you thought. “You’re not a murderer, (Y/n). Your parents, your family and none of your past ancestors define who you get to be.And I saw the way you cared for that little girl and not everybody cared so much for a stranger as you would. I saw the look in her eyes when I noticed you standing behind you. You weren’t her tutor, you were her hero.” 

“Not anymore.” you kept looking down, your hair blocking your perfect face. 

Teddy put his hand under your chin and gently moved it up, so he could see your perfection. Because that’s who you were to him. Perfect since the day he saw you and no matter what you seemed to say or do, all those flaws were never the trouble for him.  He just felt deeply for you even if it was just platonic for him. 

“Can I kiss you?” he was close and whispering. His eye colour changed to green, his hair to light shade of brown- the one you never saw before on him. With a gentle nod, you gave him your permission and gently, softly, he pulled you into a kiss. 

It was the perfect kind of kiss, the one he always imagined it would be but even more perfect. And you felt your stomach doing sommersaults when he was still kissing you, bringing you closer to more kisses which you deepened by putting your hands on his neck and pulling him closer. 

Until there was thunder and none of you jumped or pulled away in an instant. No. He removed his lips slowly from yours, gently, tenderly and taking his time in devouring that last kiss. He leaned his forehead on yours, brushed his nose against the bridge of yours and smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that since the Fourth year.” 

Your fingers lightly scratched the back of his neck and soon you felt goosebumps under your fingertips. That made you giggle to just how much effect you really had on the boy. “Why didn’t you?” you looked up at those green eyes. 

“I’m shy.” he grinned and you giggled in his arms. 

“Shy, huh?” 

“A real wallflower.”

“I could see back there, yes.” 

He smiled more broadly. “I think I might be falling for you, (y/n).” he was honest and your heart fluttered at those words. 

“You know what, Lupin?” your hand reached his cheek. “I think I might be falling for you too.”

:this is so old, but I didn’t want to leave it in my drafts so here yall go , read it or not, its there and if you liked it please let me know?? i’ve been wanting to do more of these for a while and i just didn’t know if yall would like them so yeah 

A/N: my first imagine, just felt like doing this for a while so hope you guys enjoy! Also, please pleASE PLEASE feel free to correct me if I ever get anything wrong! Description: the reader is a sabre tooth tiger trainer, and has a shitty day, and comes home to find Owen with another girl. Warning: Angst, swearing ~~~~ You were having an incredibly shitty day, and an even shittier week. Your already overdue reports began piling up, absolutely none of your girls listened to you, your co-workers were acting like cunts, and the Central American heat scalding your skin was not helping a bit. You sighed, and got in your jeep, eager to see Owen, hoping he could somehow make your day just a little bit better, like he always did. However, as you pulled up to your shared bungalow, you noticed something different. He wasn't out front fixing his bike with a beer in his hand like he usually was. Instead, you went inside and found clothes carelessly strewn across the floor, making a path leading towards your bedroom. And that's when you heard it. Small moans escaped from the other side of that God-forsaken damn door, and you felt hot, angry tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You noisily rapped your knuckles on the door, and almost immediately, the moaning and whining ceased. Out came Leah, an intern you recognized was working with Claire. She gaped at you, eyes wide and full of regret. "Oh my fuck. Shit. Y/N, I didn't even fucking know you guys were together. I'm so sorry." She said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. "No worries girl, it's not your fault. It's not you I'm mad at. But I think you'd better get your stuff quickly." You reassured her, forcing a small smile. She quickly gathered her littered clothes and hurriedly pulled them on. Before she left, she looked at you with a somewhat grateful smile, but sympathy was written all over her slightly sweaty face. And with that, the door closed, and it was just you and him. "You little bastard." You whispered harshly. You felt your heart pounding with fury. He looked at you, silently pleading for you to let him explain. "Y/N, pl-" "3 years. 3 YEARS, we've been together. FUCKING YEARS, OWEN. All those times we had together, and after every single damn thing we ever had to go through, and THIS IS WHAT I FUCKING GET?" You almost screamed, tears freely flowing down your cheeks. He visibly gulped, trying to find the right words to use. "Y/N please, I know it was a mistake bu-" You scoffed, and let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, so you knew? That's even fucking better!" You scowled, throwing your hands up in frustration. "Please, baby just listen to me, dammit! I missed you! I missed you to the point I couldn't even take it anymore! I needed you!" He desperately tried to tell you. "Don't even THINK of giving me that 'I missed you' bullshit. I'm done. I'm done with you." You snapped at him, glaring. You pushed pass the door and began rummaging through your shared closet for your things, yanking them out. Fortunately, in your blind rage, you found a big enough bag to fit your belongings. "Y/N- baby, just please do-" You spun around to face him. "NO. You don't get to 'baby' me anymore. You don't deserve to." You growled. You grabbed your bag, and headed for the door, your mind solely on the one person you knew who to go to; Claire. "I'll get the rest of my shit in the morning. Goodbye, asshole." You told him one last time, aggressively banging the door as hard as you could, and throwing your bag in the jeep.You got in and started the engine. you ran your shaking hands through your hair, as the tears kept flowing and running down your chin, dripping onto your lap. You wiped your eyes, and made your way over to Claire, everything replaying in your brain, over and over again. You knocked on the door 4 times and paused, before finishing with the final 2 taps; a special knock you and Claire made so that you both knew when it was the other. After a few moments, a very tired redhead opened the door, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes, but stopped as soon as she heard you whimper. Instantly, she wrapped you in a hug and dragged you inside, somehow managing to close the door in the process. She sat you down on the couch and rubbed your back in an effort to comfort you. She didn't say anything, she just let you cry, knowing you needed to get it out of your system before going on. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked you softly, as your uncontrollable sobbing gradually turned into whimpers. You exploded. Diving into the story and the gory details of it all, you saw the anger flashing in her eyes, but she never once interrupted, letting you rant until you felt somewhat better. "Now you listen to me, Y/N. No man on earth is worthy of you, if you ever spilled even one tear about him. The only crying a man should make you do is out of happiness. He doesn't deserve you." She reassured you, pulling you into her side and wrapping an arm around you. You laid your head on her shoulder and let a few more tears fall. "That's the problem though," you whispered. "I still love him." ~1 week later~ It had been one week. One week of sulking. One week of ice cream, and Netflix, and girl time with Claire. Every day, he tried to come and see you. He visited everyday you were there. You remembered on day in specific. //flashback// He banged on the door. Claire, open up! I know she's with you!" He demanded, desperately trying to open it, but with no avail. Angrily, she stomped over to the door and flung it open, just enough to see her and not you. "Listen to me, Grady. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE. SHE IS DONE WITH YOU. YOU BROKE HER. WHAT PART OF THAT DO YOU NOT FREAKING UNDERSTAND? NOW LEAVE." She glared, clenching the door handle with one hand and the other raised towards his shoulder to prevent him from barging in. "Please just let me talk to her at least!" He begged desperately. He struggled against her hold, trying to come in. "I STILL LOVE HER DAMMIT!" He yelled in frustration. As you were about to go to your room, you froze. Unfortunately, he saw you. "Baby, babe please, PLEASE talk to me!" He pined. Thankfully, Claire, once again, came to your rescue. "No you don't have the right to call her that. You don't get to 'baby' her!" She growled, and slammed the door. You heard a sigh from the other side of it, along with a broken whisper. "I'm so sorry". // When he visited this time, you were fed up, and answered the door yourself, much to Claire's protests. "10 minutes. I will give you 10 minutes and that's it. Got it?" You told him sternly, your heart hammering away in your chest. Relief flooded his features, and he eagerly followed you to your room. As soon as the door was closed, you both sat down, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a machete. "Talk." You ordered. He took a deep breath. "What I did was a mistake. And I know that. I regret it more every day, each day becoming more unbearable compared to the last." He paused before going on. "I never got to see you anymore. Even when you were home, you were either too busy working on your reports, or too tired from working with the girls. Either way, I felt you slipping away. I couldn't handle it. The loneliness. Everything, just piling up, until I couldn't take it. I thought I was losing you, day by fucking day. I missed you so damn much. And because of it, I did something incredibly fucking stupi-" You snorted. "Well no fucking shit huh, Sherlock." You muttered. He flinched. Good, you thought. Deserves to feel like shit after the pain he caused me. He sighed, and ran his hand through his curly, dirty blonde locks. "I- I just needed you." He breathed out. Your features softened. Slowly and hesitantly, you reached over and placed your hand on his overly scruffy cheek, causing him to look at you. "You could have told me, you know I'd drop anything for you." You whispered gently. He looked down again, sighing. "I know, and I'm so, incredibly sorry." He murmured quietly, barely over a whisper. You sighed, letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "I know. Thank you." You told him. He looked up at you, his emerald green eyes meeting your own Y/E/C ones. He understood. He knew it's not okay, and that you would need time. But it was the best he could hope for. You gave him a small smile, and his eyes briefly flicked to your lips, before looking back at you, as if asking if it's okay. Biting your lip softly, he took it as a yes, and gently pressed his lips to yours. You kissed back, with one hand resting on his cheek. You both pulled back, and rested your foreheads on each other's. " I love you." He whispered. Hesitantly, you said it back, before wrapping him in a hug, inhaling his earthy, ruggedness. You missed this. You missed him. You may not be okay now, but you knew you will be. As long as he was by your side, everything would turn out okay.