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arndylevinbarber · 2 years

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He Didn’t Mean It

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Ratings / Warnings: Angst / Eating problems (brief) / Swearing / Ransom Drysdale (yes he is a warning)

WC: 1,896-

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You know those days where you wish that everything would just calm down because everything feels so overwhelming? The book on the table just looks too loud, shoes clicking against the wooden floors feel like a grenade going off and the normal volume of talking seems like shouting. It was just all too much but not for you.

Ransom.

He would often have those days. After making a deal with his grandfather that he'll start working for him instead of being a trust fund baby, his patience wore thin with everything– even with you. Usually, you would prepare him meals and leave it right outside his office door, letting him dive deeper and deeper into the paperwork.

You used to try to coax him to eat at least lunch or dinner with you but it only ended with you holding back your tears from his yelling. He was already too tall, too buff and too strong, him making you feel smaller and on worst days, less human, impacted you to the point where you actually stopped trying to communicate with him.

It started last month, you were up early, filled with excitement as it was the third anniversary since you and Ransom got together. You always wondered what made him stay with you knowing that he's a known playboy in Boston but ever since he held you that night, you were convinced enough that it was worth it to stay all until...

"Ran? I made you your coffee and some extra special breakfast!" You chirped as you walked into his office, something that you never did before and his head immediately shot up from his desk and his eyes were filled with daggers.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Scrunched eyebrows and ears turning red, this wasn't your Ransom anymore.

"I figured you were hungry and–"

"Get the fuck out! You know you're not allowed in here!"

"I'm sorry... I–"

"Oh you always are, all you ever fucking do is apologize then proceed to fuck up the next day! Do you have any idea how tired I am? How fucking stressed I am from all this shit just so I can keep giving you a good life? Food to eat? Clothes to wear? That's fucking right. You don't ever do shit around here and I'm getting sick of it. Now get the fuck out!"

Safe to say that you two fell off but not out of love that day. Ransom never told you to leave so you didn't and all you can do is ask yourself everyday why you still sleep in the same bed as him, why you let him hold you throughout the night, why you still take care of him even from afar and why can't you just get out and move on. Maybe a part of you just wanted closure... clarity even since you don't know where the two of you are. Even if you two do end things, at least you got a glimpse of how you could have been before the fighting.

While making his lunch, you can no longer stop the floodgates. You miss how you two were. You miss how he would kiss your shoulder before you sleep and how he would wake you up by doing the same thing.

"C'mon pretty girl... we gotta get up."

You miss how he would hold your hand and trace the lines along your palm before planting a kiss against it as he says "Being with you is my favorite part of the day." You miss the playful tickle fights and the way he would hold you after you surrendered. He would then pepper your face in little kisses while repeating how much he loved you.

You miss your Ransom so much.

Upon hearing footsteps, you quickly wipe your eyes and focus on the task at hand. You didn't want to bother him again with an ending of you curled up in bed, crying yourself to sleep.

Ransom's Point of View:

She looked so small... even smaller than he remembered. Watching her prepare a plate made his heart sink down his stomach as he couldn't recall when was the last time he sat down and talked to her. The almost silent sniffles gave it away for him that his girl was far from doing fine and he knew that it was his fault.

If only his pride wasn't as tall as the Empire State Building, he would talk to her and try to fix what he broke but his loudmouth decided for him before his brain could fully understand the situation.

"What the fuck are you crying about?"

She winced and he felt his heart wrench at the sight.

"I was chopping onions."

Bullshit. He thought.

"I made you your breakfast... Are you heading out? Where are you going?" Turning to look at him, Ransom couldn't help but feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. The bags under her eyes combined with the puffiness from crying made his brain scream at him to do better. He fell silent for a moment as he thought that you were still as beautiful as the day he first met you and made an internal vow to himself to fix this.

One problem: Loudmouth.

"None of your business, I'll be back when I want to be back. Quit your stupid crying."

Slamming the door closed, he heard a whimper follow. He fucked up royally. She'll be gone before he gets back and she'll never talk to him again. He should be in the next episode of Watch Mojo's Top Ten Stupidest People in the World for this. He saw the girl, she deserves the world, he treats her like shit, he loses her. There really is nobody to blame for this except for him.

Reader's Point of View:

He still didn't say that you should leave so you didn't. Why are you really staying? Is it the false hope that maybe one day, he'll walk through those doors and tell you that he's sorry? That he'll change and things will go back to the way they were? This wasn't a movie and you only kept fooling yourself to the ideology of a Ransom that you used to know.

Deciding to eat a small meal yourself, you leave his plate in the fridge wrapped in plastic and put his coffee on the kitchen island for reheating later before you work on what your stomach desires.

Things have been rough, obviously and you forgot to take care of yourself but maybe today will be the last day that you would ever have to deal with his harsh words. Thinking of how you can approach Ransom to tell him that you're leaving was nerve wracking as you knew that it will definitely end up with him yelling at you over and over again as you apologize over and over again.

You just wanted to feel safe again. You just wanted to be cared for again. Was that too much?

Ransom came home once again slamming the door closed. It was late and you sat on the couch in the living room, reading one of the books from his grandfather's publishing house. You watched him as he took off his coat and placed his keys on the bowl that you made with him on his birthday last year.

It was now or never.

"Ran, we need to talk."

Ransom felt his heart drop to his feet at your words. This was it. This was the last night that he'll ever see your face

"Why do you hate me?"

What? Ransom has never been more confused. Turning to look at you, he didn't look upset nor did he look like he was about to yell.

Sniffling, you set the book down and look up at him with tired and puffy eyes. All you needed to hear was for him to tell you to get out of his house and how he never wants to see you again. You're mentally preparing yourself to hear those words spill out of his mouth so to your surprise, he walked closer to you and sat next to you before holding your cold and shaky hands in his.

"I don't hate you..." He speaks, almost a whisper as his thumbs trace circles on the backs of your hands. Deciding that it was best for you to not interrupt him as he gathered his thoughts, you stayed quiet. Watching his face for any signs of anger or distress.

"I just..." He looked frustrated but you felt that it wasn't towards you. Ransom had this habit of never ending a sentence whenever he was having an internal fight with himself and all you could offer was giving a weak squeeze towards his hands.

"Do you want me to leave?" You ask, just wanting to put an end to it since you were so tired and so confused with him. Giving up was never in your options but you did know when enough was enough.

He looked up at you, eyes wide and shaking his head lightly.

"No... no of course not dovey."

Dovey. That nickname that he called you after you met. His explanation for the nickname was that he never felt so free to be himself whenever he was around you. His walls were no longer taller than his pride and he didn't have to act like he didn't care about anything and everything. He saw you as a free spirit who was unapologetically yourself with pure intentions and a heart of gold. He couldn't be more in love after that night.

"I don't know what you want from me anymore Ran... you're always mad at me and I just want to understand what I did wrong..." Your voice was cracking. You didn't know if this was going to end the way that you expected it to. An expectation composed of an apology and working together to fix your relationship again.

"I'm sorry." He pulled you into his lap, holding you close against him as he rubbed your back.

"I'm so sorry Dovey... I'm not gonna explain myself for how I treated you but all I know is that I don't want to wake up without you next to me... I'm so fucking sorry Dovey."

The floodgates opened again as you cried into his shoulder, your body shaking against his as you process his apology and you were finding it somewhere in your heart how you're gonna forgive him.

"I'll fix this. I'll fix us. I promise Dove, I won't be the way that I was anymore. I promise."

Still rubbing your back, he turned his head to press kisses against the side of your head and your cheek. He then started rocking you gently in hopes of calming you down and reducing the tears spilling out of your eyes. The thought of the only woman who accepted and loved him for him leaving was terrifying for Ransom but he knew that he was the one to blame if that ever happened. You have been nothing but kind, caring and understanding towards him and all of a sudden he treated you like you were nothing. He truly fucked up royally.

"I love you Dovey. I'll do better, I promise."

You could only hope that his words won't end up as empty promises but Ransom has never given you a reason not to trust him. You knew deep down that the sudden change of Ransom's behavior was far from your Ransom. Whatever he said and whatever he did, he didn't mean it.

#Ransom Drysdale #Ransom Drysdale x Reader

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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sorry for being so late but you can do a fanfic on this imagine, in fact, any of my imagines you can do fanfics on just be sure to credit/tag me so I can see it:)

"Imagine Lindir getting jealous of Elrond because of how close you guys are"

I also tagged you on my post basically saying the same thing, I was just worried you would not see it, losing it in your notifications so I wrote you an ask also 😅

Jealousy

A/n: Thank you for letting me do this, i tend to ask if i could use imagines from other people in my fics, because i'm not sure about there rules on it, i completely forgot I asked to do that. I am aware the Imagine is very vague and it's mostly focused on Lindir confessing

Summary: Imagine in ask, (Lindir getting jealous of Elrond because of how close you guys are)/ Lindir confessing his feelings to the reader.

Credit: Imagine by @queenstarlight

Link to Imagine

Pairing: Lindir x GN! Reader

Ft: Wingman Thranduil, Elrond is the Reader's Sibling.

You didn't quite know why Lindir was avoiding you, or why he only now seemed to talk to Elrond when he needed to about work and even then he kept it very short, Lindir had never been this distant to you, sure he always found ways of getting away from you but he was normally a stuttering mess and shy, now it increased tenfold and he wasn't stuttering or shy.

You started to miss him after awhile, but at least your best friend was in the Kingdom, you decided to go to him for advice, you knocked on the door, to the largest guest room that the house had to offer, it was for if Galadriel or Celeborn came or even Thranduil came to stay.

Galion opened the door, he glanced to you and the two bottles of wine and the two glasses you had come for Thranduil.

"Hest Y/n, has come on a visit" Galion said as he let you in Thranduil, told him to leave.

"Ah Y/n, it is good to see you again Mellon-nin How can i Help you" Thranduil said, you sighed as you sat the bottles down along with the glasses.

"I am afraid we may need ten whole barrels of your strongest Greenwood wine" You said throwing your head over the backrest of the chair, Thranduil sat down on the other chair, opposite you and opened the first bottle and poured you both a glass

"That bad, I can always have Galion, get the wine i brought as a present for Lord Elrond, which I have yet to give him" Thranduil said as you took the glass he handed to.

"Why is Love so difficult, Lindir is so distant, he doesn't even pay attention to me, and i think he hates my brother, oh Elrond is going to have a pain if he does hate him" You said

"Lindir works for Elrond, closely, and i doubt that Ellon has one hateful bone in his body, he's to sweet for that" Thranduil said taking a sip of wine

"Why don't I observer him, while I am here, with your and Elrond's interactions with him, and try and come up with a conclusion" Thranduil said

"No offense but, Elrond is the smartest elf i know, other than myself and Erestor and if we can't figure it out no one can" You said

"But you three have one thing in common, you are oblivious to feelings, your smart about book stuff and battle stuff, but when it comes to feelings, you all are really bad at it" Thranduil said threw a smile

"Sometimes I really hate our friendship" You muttered

"No you don't everyone needs an friend to get drunk with talking shit about people or about your problems, it's all you need in life" Thranduil said, you lower your glass

"Thranduil, we are alcoholics, well whenever i'm around you I turn into one" Thranduil let out a laugh at your statement

"That is more true than both of us would like to admit, let me deal with Lindir, and I come up with your solution, and get you both together as it is about time and you are both going way to slowly what has it been 2 centuries, yes you are elves and you are immortal, but you can't stay head over heels in love from afar for this long, besides you are a wandering guardian whenever you go out on patrol, you know full well you could die, while Lindir is safe here in Imladris, it is better to be with him than spend your whole life on arda with him not knowing" Thranduil said

"I absotulty hate, how you know my love life like the back of your hand, but it's so useful" you said

"Now wanna shit talk about Elrond, because you always end up doing it in the end" Thranduil said, you then started to rant, sometimes being Thranduil's friend was much better than most people would think, Thranduil definitely wasn't cold and distant, that was just his reputation he lived up to, he was light heated and a sortie on the inside.

"Anyway, I should get going, Elrond wanted to discuss the patrol of the guardian's" You said standing up

"Try not to act drunk in the meeting" Thranduil said with a smirk, you threw a pillow at him and punched him in the arm light heartedly.

You soon reached Elrond's study Gildor sat in one of the chairs already, you took the other, Elrond raised an eyebrow at you.

"What, Thranduil is good company, and my Friend, why are you always like this Brother, he won't hurt me, he just has a reputation to uphold" you said

"He turns you into an alcoholic every time you are both alone with each other" Elrond said

"Give your sibling a break, they work hard to protect the kingdom you made" Gildor said

"Stay out of this Gildor, Thranduil is a bad influence" Elrond said

"You just say that, because of what he thinks of our adopted parents, if you get to know him you would learn Thranduil isn't that bad" You said.

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Lindir knew he shouldn't feel this happy that you and Elrond had a fight making you very distant to one another now, all because of Thranduil, Lindir wanted to comfort you, but he was still jealous of Elrond, he knew his Lord well and Elrond would come to you an apologies and then everything will go back to normal.

"Your Jealous, you actually think Elrond Likes Y/n, sure he likes them, he's there brother, did you honestly think Elrond like Y/n romantically, A iluvatar nin, you got it all wrong little songbird" came Thranduil's voice behind him, Lindir span around to see the King, with a glass of wine in his hand.

"You want to know a secret, I know who Y/n likes, and for the record little songbird you better treat them right, they like you a lot, you are the reason why they fight, they fight because they want to protect you, they don't want you to see the horror of the world, they only want you to see peace, they only want you to think war has passed and the world is peaceful" Thranduil said sitting down next to Lindir.

"This is a nice spot in Imladris i can see why Y/n likes it" Thranduil said

"They introduced it to me, to help me with inspirations for my songs or just to get away from the twins or Glorfindel" Lindir said.

"Go to them, confess, before someone steals them away from you, because you would never forgive yourself if you let the person you love go because you were not fast enough" Thranduil said he watched Lindir stand up.

"I must go, I have a song to compose" Lindir said leaving the King smiled to himself proudly.

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How could he of been so stupid, you and Elrond had always been close, you had both founded Imladris, of course you had to be related, how could he of not seen it, it was obvious, you were both Half Elves and took eachother's opinion highly, even if you were a Guardian, you half ran Imladris with Elrond.

And Elrond like Celebrían how could he had missed it, how did he miss read it, Lindir got cut out of his train of thought when he got pulled by the back of his collar, a horse rode quickly by, he got drawn from his surprise from a whistle.

"You should really watch out and pay attention" Came your voice, Lindir caught Elrond looking over to you both.

"I-i am deeply sorry hest Y/n, i will pay more attention in the future, i was preoccupied with thought, Thank you" Lindir said

"I wasn't looking for an apology, just be careful" You said to Lindir walking off.

Lindir sighed to himself, and set off on his original course to his room.

I was not that many days later, Lindir finally thought he had the perfect song to confess to you with, however he would have to wait until you were back from your patrol.

You smiled tiredly at Lindir as he met you "May I talk to you" Lindir said

"Can it wait, i feel like i just got crushed by a troll and I am so tired" You said stretching out your back as you now stood on the ground and not sat on the horse, you passed your sword over to Elrond, who glanced over it.

"What did you do to this" Elrond asked seeing as the sword was almost broken.

"Some idiot thought it was a good idea to try and cut a rock in half with their sword, that did it and it was impressive, but it almost broke it" Gildor said you shot him a pointed glare

"Just fix it" You huffed walking off, Lindir's brows furrowed, before the Minstrel formulated a plan, your room had a balcony which backed onto the northern garden, it was quite and not many people visited because not many people were allowed it it, after all both yours, Elrond's room and study backed onto it, it was labeled the garden of the half-elven rulers, you both did not name it, Glorfindel did.

Lindir set up his harp and looked to your window, the curtains were blowing out of it, and he could see candle light coming from it, meaning you were in.

Lindir had to admit he was nervous he was actually confessing to you over something the elven king had said, for all he knew it could of been a prank, he never knew with Thranduil.

Lindir didn't notice in his nervous panic you had come and leaned on the windowsill.

"Song Bird" you called down to him, piecing together what he tried to tell you when you first got back, Lindir jumped and looked up at you.

"Come up here, I have something to tell you" Lindir nodded and did so, you soon heard a knock on the door and you opened it to see Lindir you let him in, he looked around the room, he was used to your brother's room given as he was basically Elrond's butler.

His eyes soon met yours, you were sitting on the padded bench, which sat in front of the window sill, you were leaning on it.

"What do you wish to tell me" Lindir asked you motioned him to sit next to him, he did so, you pursed your lips and furrowed your brows, trying to figure out how to tell him, in the end you thought it would be best to be straight froward with him, after all he did think you liked your brother romantically, you kissed the ellon besides you.

You felt Lindir freeze in shock, "Gi Melin Songbird" You whispered against his lips, you looked to his eyes to try and figure out what he was thinking.

"Gi Melin ana" Lindir replied you tackled him in a hug

"will you court me" You questioned the blushing mess of an ellon you were hugging

"Of course" Lindir stuttered

Elvish Translation:

Gi melin - i love you

Gi melin ana - I love you to

Hest - captain / commander

A/n: a bit late answering this request sorry.

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morticiasmoonflower · 1 year

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This is such a silly little au that is stuck in my head, please just roll with it. ASOIAF is my number one fandom so PLEASE this is just for my entertainment and I have to put it out into the world and out of the void that is my BRAIN. I just want The Addams Family to have dragons idk.

I have been imagining Gomez and Morticia in the ASOIAF universe and I STRONGLY!!!!!!!!!! headcanon that:

Gomez would claim Caraxes because like, he is the blood wyrm, he doesn’t roar like the other dragons, he has his own little screech from his deviated septum, and Gomez would just be so giggly and DELIGHTED that his noodle fire breathing BEAST would just sound so pathetic but is scary as HELL. He is so sly in the way he moves and flies.

Morticia, on the other hand, would have Balerion. I initially thought Vhagar because of the history Vhagar and Ceraxes have, but BALERION THE BLACK DREAD????????? LIKE COME ON?! Morticia has such a soft demeanor, very poised and composed, but she is so SO strong. She would have what it takes to bond with Balerion. Like I said, I imagine it like how Daemon and Laena were with Caraxes and Vhagar, just Balerion instead. Just out there riding together and having a good time.

Gomez would be terrified of Balerion like absolutely in awe from afar but would be scared shitless LOL but he would support his wife on the worlds largest dragon.

(Fixing this bc I wanted it ALL under one post)

I am adding to this bc Wednesday and Pugsley need dragons too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bonus, Mama gets a dragon! I might do more if I think of it lol but idk, I can’t imagine Fester trusted with a dragon, but Maybe Lurch will get one if I can think of the right fit! (Will update if I think of it, maybe Pubert will get a dragon too LOL)

Wednesday would claim Vhagar. 100%. If the Addams Family was promptly dropped into the ASOIAF world with all the other existing characters, but somehow possessed the magic to bond with dragons (bc of course they would, argue with a wall) and all of these dragons were alive at the same time, Wednesday would absolutely ADORE Visenya Targaryen, she would admire the warrior Queen. She would be so determined to bond with Vhagar, the absolute WAR BEAST Vhagar is. Wednesday would probably mostly use Vhagar for show, to just be like YEAH I have Visenya Targaryen’s dragon, I bonded with this OLD MEEMAW WAR VETERAN DRAGON AND SHE WILL MESS YOU UP. Wednesday is definitely the defender of the family, she would absolutely rock everyone’s shit with Vhagar.

Pugsley was a little more difficult for me to figure out, ultimately I think he would have Viserion, my baby. Soft and gentle, but still a beast at the end of the day. Viserion is just a big baby and wants cuddles, Daenerys even states that he is too big to cuddle on her shoulder at one point. Viserion is very affectionate, something I imagine Pugsley as. I think they would have a really strong bond. I also think Pugsley and Viserion are the only ones who would grow up together. Like they would lay an egg in his cradle and Viserion would hatch with him. Literally inseparable. I think Pugsley would use his dragon more like a dog, or just a means to get around. Like he would just say be back later and just go for a quick trip with his dragon while he just talks away. They would probably have the STRONGEST bond tbh.

And for Mama, I think she would claim Meleys, the Red Queen. Much like mama, Meleys has grown old and lazy but incredibly fearful. She was another battle dragon which I absolutely LOVE. Meleys is one of my favorite dragons, she is so gorgeous. Not to mention Alyssa Targaryen literally STRAPPED Viserys to her chest at 9 days old and took him on a dragon ride, did the same with Daemon as well. Please, that is the most Mama coded thing I have ever READ. She would absolutely take Gomez on a dragon just days old. Meleys is just very beautiful and tame but another beast to be feared.

#my au headcanons #this is just for fun!!!!! idk #the addams family x asoiaf #rambles #in this essay i will be telling about my dragon x addams family lore :D #i am so passionate about asoiaf and got please entertain me lol

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mochii-evelaand · 8 months

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Sinful Love

Back in the 1850s historical figures were brought back to life. Some evil, some lost in their own void, some yearning for love, and some back for vengeance. Although, they all shared something they can't forget, their sins. Shadows and monsters of the past haunt them, even if they may smile from afar, nothing will ever change the hollow darkness they never cease to notice. To feel your chest tighten with every step, memories of loved one's crumbling to dust, a heart so broken it hurts to even try and stop its hurting.

In this time no one is kind. Nobles after money and riches, society getting rid of who ever is different, the poor begging for help as they die from sickness or hunger. Even the orphanages weren't a place a child could eat properly. But, that doesn't stop people from changing and also falling in love, no matter how sinful it is, and no matter how wrong it was.

It's peaceful to see the parks full of couples and happy kids, the sight so wonderful and heartwarming, yet it made me feel lonely, longing for someone I could love, someone that can erase my worries without judging me or my past. Was it so hard to find someone like that? It was to me. Not until a few months though and I can't explain it.

Can a man fall in love with another man? Because, it appears that I did so, and they're now staying in this era, where I can chase them as much I want. The man was from Comte's mansion. Soft wavy magenta coloured hair, mismatched green and magenta eyes, and a murderous smile that sends shivers down my spine. His identity is pretty much known to me, but he's still a mystery I haven't solved, like a lock with a rusty heart that no key can open.

Alyth was his name, yet I heard some of the residents call him Cheshire, which I believe is somewhat accurate for his personality. Sharp witted, always keeps an eye around him, appears out of nowhere and often leaves a riddle here and there to help, and mostly playful, his wide smile the made his sharp teeth glisten in the dim light made him.. sexy.

Should I even be close to him, and why do I feel so attracted to him. Like a moth to a flame, his character intrigues me.

"Charles, what are you day dreaming about?" My thoughts were cut off as Johann spoke, and I realised I was staring blankly at my food. My lord even seemed confused, placing a hand on my shoulder. I don't know what to say, or if I'm even supposed to say anything. "Nothing. Say, I have a small question.." The two men hummed in unison, raising a brow as if they knew.

"Is it possible for a man to fall in love with another man, guys?"

"...Cheshire, isn't it?"

"Wahh?! How did you know?"

The two shared a glance, Johann smiling ever so slightly, while Vlad had his usual innocent pure one that hid his murderous tendencies. I was still confused, silently staring between the two. "It was obvious." The two spoke in one voice, and I was completely shocked. How did they know? Am I being watched? I thought no one would notice. "But.. Cheshire is quite the enigma. Though-" My lord paused, pushing a strawberry into his mouth and savouring the taste. "He likes you. Those cat eyes never show what he's thinking about, but he does think of you. Take a leap of faith and think about it... but I warn you that Cheshire is more dangerous then he lets on."

His words weren't a lie, Cheshire is quite dangerous, and those mismatched green and magenta shine uniquely in the dark like small lights- did he say he likes me? I took a close look at Vlad, rethinking his words. "Huh? He likes me?" The two shook their head, Vlad smiling and Johann completely done with my shit. The night continued with me asking questions, or the same one, and it was reassured everytime. I still wonder who Cheshire really is even if I knew him for three months.

#ikemen vampire charles

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moonarchvs · 2 years

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Paramour [m.d]

summary- Miguel has a secret admirer and he has you, why to choose when he can have both?

warnings- kissing, so much fluff, my horrible try at poetry

word count- 2.5k

author speaks- istg, I wrote this in flat five hours and I'm so proud just i hope it doesn't disappoint or fail. Ik I'm posting after a shit ton of time and yeah @sapphireplums if u dont gimme some feedback I'm bringing a knife to you (jk ilysm) also the letter is written quite from the depth of my heart and the idea struck while writing one irl so yeah lol also I love this boy sm he's so underappreciated.

It started on a Saturday.

Miguel would never forget the day, that day it had all begun. It was funny actually, how he almost discovered that one thing which had changed his life for good by accident.

He had been tired and sweaty after his karate practice and was going home after fetching a few things from the grocery store. He entered his house and threw his bag on the couch. It was 7 pm and he figured Carmen would be in the hospital, working her double shift, he tiptoed his way to Yaya's room and cracked open the door to see her peacefully snoring on the bed. He switched off the light and closed the door slowly.

He made his way to the kitchen but before making a meal for himself, he went to lock the door when a small tennis ball caught his eye, he bent to pick it up and noticed it was cut open and a piece of paper was sticking out of it, he pulled out the neatly folded note and opened it,

My dearest Miguel,

I have looked and admired you from afar for as long as I can remember, and can’t help but let my feelings grow immensely for you. You may know me, you may not but I want you to know that I have been falling into a void since the day I saw you at the All Valley tournament, at first it was a torture, to have my heart and mind only focus on you wherever I went, but after a few weeks, it became a pleasure, and you my sweet paramour have been the best thing to be on my mind.

I do not expect you to write back, I’m not sure if you will even see this, but I had to get this weight off my chest and let you know what I think of you. In case you wish to give me a response, just leave a letter in the ball and keep it outside your door and I’ll do the rest.

With love, your greatest admirer

Miguel’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets as he read the piece of paper again and again, his eyes coming back to re-read his name, confirming if it was addressed correctly, but the letters stayed the same, they never jumbled up into a different name, it never vanished from his hands like he thought it may, he never woke up from this beautiful dream, like he expected to.

It was real, someone loved him, loved him for he was, without changing a thing about himself. He traced the handwritten note with his fingers, loving how the ink felt on his fingers. His heart raced at the thought of someone writing the note and taking the trouble to bring it here. He imagined what his friends would say, Hawk would probably insist on hiring a detective to find the person responsible, Demetri would not believe him first-hand, he just knew it, Samantha would gush over the cuteness of the gesture.

One thing he was sure all of them would say, was to write back, and that was exactly what he going to do.

“Oh the things we do for love.”

You were never the person to believe in this saying, you never believed you would do unimaginably daring things for a person you love. But then again, fate is a funny thing isn't it?

Here you were, at 5 am walking to Reseda to Miguel’s house to check if he wrote back or even saw the letter.

Oh Miguel,

That boy had single-handedly lit up your life by just existing. You remembered the first time you had actually seen him, in the All Valley tournament, when the Cobras had made their grand entry, you remembered being entranced by him, right in the lead of the line of young competitors. During the span of the whole competition, you found it really hard to take your eyes off him, it was a divine experience in itself and your chest seemed to be contracting whenever he left your gaze and there was a sudden rush of adrenaline whenever you accidentally locked eyes.

That’s when you knew, you had fallen and you had fallen hard.

After his win the tournament his popularity had sky-rocketed and you knew you had no chance with him, he probably didn’t even know you existed. Girls would constantly flock around him and he always had this charming smile on his lips which was the game-changer. You thought you had no hope, until your English teacher had decided to partner you in a project.

You were surprised to see how humble, kind and gentle he was. The amount of respect his words carried, the gentleness in his voice when talked to you as if you were the most delicate thing he had come across. He was perfect, he was everything you could ask for in a lover and it was crushing you everyday, to not let him know what you felt and that’s when you had had enough, you had fished out a spare piece of paper and poured out your heart, wrote what your heart told you to, what your mind needed to.

You reached his apartment and your heart leapt to your throat when you saw the ball out, staring at you as if saying, ‘pick me up loser.” You rushed towards it and pulled out the folded paper in it,

Hey secret admirer,

I’m flattered that you feel about me this way. It is so overwhelming to know that someone can care for me so deeply. I want to know why you didn't sign your name, I would love to know who you are and get to know you more. Please write back.

-Miguel

You felt like your heart would burst out of your chest, it was so surreal. Yesterday you thought he was a star, only made to admire from afar, not something to actually know and touch.

You ran back to your house, which was just 5 blocks away, and immediately sat on your desk to write a response.

"You're fucking with me."

The next day, the first thing Miguel did was tell his friends about the letter he had received yesterday. And their reactions were exactly like he imagined.

The first thing Sam did was squeal, Demetri still had his jaw on the floor and Hawk had simply said the words to him.

"Nope." He said, showing off the letter which Demetri immediately snatched, he opened it and read the words and looked up at him, impressed.

"This person has great vocabulary." Were his only words as he pushed the letter back into his palms while Hawk's face still had that teasing smirk plastered on.

"So what you're you gonna do? Did you write back?" He asked as they started to move to their first class. "As a matter of fact, I did." He said proudly and Hawk's smirk widened.

"El serpiente! That's my boy!" He said, thumping his back.

The rest of the day flew by and Miguel eagerly cycled back home to see if there was another letter for him, but just as he neared his house he saw a group of boys, laughing and cat-calling a girl who was walking down the street.

She looked quite familiar to him, the way her (h/c) hair bounced up and down as she walked, how her short foot-steps scrubbed against the sidewalk. A light bulb went off in his head as her name came rushing to him.

Y/n

He immediately rushed towards her as the boys started to come closer and closer and she simply sped up trying to move out of the empty street. But Miguel caught up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. You looked to your right, heat rushing to your cheeks as Miguel's face came into view.

"Where were you darling?" He asked, as he started to take huge steps towards his house. Miguel leant forward and whispered in her ear. "Just play along."

With a horde of butterflies swarming in your stomach, you nodded your head, "Sorry babe, had to stop by a friend's." You said, acting along his bluff but Miguel wasn't looking at you, he was giving the boys a death glare who were now retreating, afraid of the intimidating gaze.

Taking a turn 'round the corner of the street, he let go of you making you suppress a protest at the loss of touch.

"Thank you for helping me out there, I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come." You thanked him in a small voice, not able to look him in the eyes without letting your cheeks heat up.

"It's completely fine, it felt like a duty. By the way, you're Y/n right, senior? All Valley High?" He asked and your head looked up at him, in surprise. He remembers.

"Yeah, yeah t-that's me." you said breathlessly, outstretching your hand for him to shake which he gladly did.

"I'm Migu-"

"I know, Miguel Diaz, pretty sure the whole valley does too." You cut him off and he smiled, making your lips stretch into one too.

"You live around here?" He asked, and you nodded your head, "Just 5 blocks away, the independent houses."

"Right, I live right here. It's small but I like it." Miguel said, signalling back at his house, you were all too familiar with.

"I do too. Looks cozy." You said, shrugging and his smile grew. Miguel found it really hard to look away from your (e/c) eyes. He thought they were like an ocean, deep and mysterious, something about you made him feel you were hiding something and he was intrigued.

"I'll not trouble you then, see you at school." You said, waving him goodbye

"Yeah, see you, and you're never a trouble!" He called behind you and you laughed.

Miguel continued to smile as ran to his house and saw the tennis ball. He picked it up excitedly and rushed to his room and took out the note and unfolded it, being met with your messy scribble.

My dearest beloved,

I'm so glad you wrote back, it is like one of my sweetest dreams has come true and don't be flattered, that wasn't even a fraction of what I feel about you, you should start loving yourself a little more, paramour.

I tried. Trust me, I wanted to sign it off with my name but it was a sort of fear or an insecurity, I just could not. Just sending it to you is a huge step for me. I hope I get the courage to reveal myself soon enough.

As for getting to know me, I study in your school, West Valley High. I know, I can hear you gasp from there, but it is what it is. I pretty much lay low in school so that's why I said you may or may not know me. I love to read, that's one thing about me you can know will never change, my interests and hobbies keep changing as per my obsession.

If When you write back, please tell me a little more about yourself, I would love to hear a bit more about you.

With much love, your greatest admirer.

Miguel never thought a bunch of words could make him so giddy and flustered and feel so loved. He re-read this letter a million times, just like he did with the previous one. Finally, after he had subconsciously memorized the whole letter, he tore a page from his book and started to write his answer on it.

"Right in my mouth!"

"Really?! That's disgusting."

You and Miguel had bumped with each other the next day and had spent the entire practically joined by the hip. From your first class to the break, from P.E to the time you went home.

Miguel had discovered a completely different side of you today, even when you two had worked on the project, he never felt that you opened up to him. But today you seemed comfortable, happy and he loved every minute of it.

He had had a hard time trying to get his eyes off you, like the last time you were together but this time, he wanted to be close to you, to your hands, your face, your lips

The number of times his gaze had travelled from your eyes to lips, he had honestly lost count, it was embarrassing, how he felt himself falling for you so quickly.

And as you two made your way to your house, being the gentleman he was, Miguel had insisted on going to yours first. He found it extremely hard to actually listen to what you were saying instead of just staring at you, open-mouthed, with a lovesick light in his eyes and a light-tipped smile on his face.

So as a result, he didn't notice the bump in the road and tripped over it. He closed his eyes for the impact but it never came as he felt your arms slide around his torso to stop him from falling.

"You ok paramour?" You panted, making him balance on his feet.

"Yeah, don't wor-" Miguel froze, realizing what you had just said, he looked at you with realization dawning in his eyes, "What did you just say?"

He felt you freeze too, your eyes widened and heart started to race, "I asked if you were ok. "

"No, what did you just call me?" He repeated softly, taking his hands in yours and rubbing circles on your knuckles.

"Paramour." Miguel had to bite his lip to stop the squeal which he was about to let out. In hindsight, he should've known, he always thought the way you talked was very similar to someone, the pauses, the tone, the usage of words, you were his secret admirer and he felt so proud and happy that he had someone like you.

"It's you." He said and you mistook the surprise in his voice for disappointment, "I know you might not like who was behind that paper, but trust me I just wanted you to know what I felt and when you responded, I just could not hold myself back. Besides, it was so nice to have you around me, I had never even imagined I would be talking to you like a friend and I totally understand if that's what you want to rema-"

His lips crashed on yours in a searing kiss, hands going to your waist, pulling your body as close to his as possible. You were shocked, mesmerized and immediately addicted as your hands went up to his neck and lips molded with his.

"Is this real?" You said softly, as you two pulled away due to lack of oxygen. You were too scared that all of it might be a dream.

"As real as my love for you." Miguel replied, rubbing your noses together.

"Is it?"

"I don't know how to lie, paramour." He said, caressing your cheek.

You chuckled lightly, "It sounds good from you." You said.

The two of you stood like this, in each other's embrace for a little while when Miguel spoke up,

"Are you going to ask me on a date or I'll have to do that too?"

#miguel diaz #miguel diaz x reader #cobra kai #miguel diaz fluff #miguel diaz imagine #miguel diaz fanfiction #miguel diaz x fem!reader #cobra kai imagine #eli moskowitz #hawk #demetri alexopoulos #sam larusso

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rodr1cks · 3 years

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Hi! I don't know if your request are open, but I'd like to know if you could write a rodrick x reader where the reader is Rowley's sister and discovers her talking on the phone with a friend saying she's in love with Rodrick and tells Greg and he tells her that Rodrick has been in love with her for a long time and they try to put them together?

cw: none it’s pure fluff

word count: 1.8k

“I know! And he didn’t even apologize!” Greg ranted into the receiver.

“I’m sorry, Greg,” Rowley frowned, sympathetic nature as present as always. “Anyways, mom says dinner is ready, see you tonight?” Rowley’s tone lifted at the end of his sentence, excitement brewing as he thought about the sleepover he was meant to have with Greg later that evening.

You slid into the kitchen on your socks, just as Rowley was concluding his conversation with Greg.

Rowley sat anxiously through dinner, quickly consuming everything on his plate, including the vegetables. You observed him from across the table, cocking your head as your younger brother inhaled his peas like he hadn’t eaten in days.

He took his last bite before exclaiming, “I’m going to pack my stuff for Greg’s!”

Not without clearing his dishes first, of course.

You rolled your eyes at his charisma and headed into the living room. You slumped over on the couch, limbs splayed every which way as you called your friend, Marissa. You had been needing to gush to somebody about your newest crush, Rodrick Heffley.

You had only interacted with the messy haired boy in passing: family dinners, picking up Greg, dropping off Rowley, etc.

“I don’t know what it is, he’s just so- so- captivating. God, Mar, I swear I could watch him play drums for hours on end!”

Unbeknownst to you, Rowley had entered the room and was about to speak. You were too caught up in drooling over Rodrick to notice. “Hey, y/n-” He cut himself off quickly, curiosity getting the best of him.

“And did you see what he was wearing at Matt’s party? Those jeans? And that eyeliner? God I could just tear them-”

Rowley cleared his throat, unwilling to hear the rest. “Y/n can you take me to Greg’s, please?” He stood awkwardly with his lips pursed.

Your head whipped around faster than the speed of light. “Marissa, I gotta go.”

“Rowley, how much of that did you hear?”

He lied, something he wasn’t really good at, “Not much! I promise!”

“Rowley Jefferson you had better keep your mouth shut, or I swear I’ll-”

You stopped yourself, closing your eyes and drawing in a deep breath. “Just get in the car.” You breathed out in a scarily calm tone. Your red headed sibling nodded frantically out of fear and darted to the garage.

Usually, you would make him walk, but ever since your infatuation with Rodrick began, you were more eager to give him rides over there. The mere prospect of getting the slightest glance sending excitement throughout your entire being.

When you pulled up to the Heffley home, you gave him a final glare. “Say nothing.” He gave you the same shaky nod he gave you only moments ago. With that, he was bounding towards the front door. You made sure he got inside safely and drove off.

“Rowley? Everything okay?” Greg asked his friend, concerned with his behavior. Rowley couldn’t handle keeping secrets. His hands grew clammy and a slight sweat broke out on his forehead. Rowley had an uncomfortably fake smile plastered on his face as he tried to assure Greg that everything was just peachy.

All it took was one knowing look from Greg and Rowley broke.

“Alright, fine! I heard my sister talking to her friend about how hot Rodrick is and how she wants to-”

“Okay, okay! I get the picture!”

Greg took a moment to proceed, his brows furrowed as he brought a contemplative fist up to support his chin.

“Lemme get this straight. Your sister likes my brother?”

Rowley nodded slowly.

“Y/n likes Rodrick?”

Rowley nodded again, confirming Greg’s exclamations.

“But y/n is smart a-and hot!”

“Greg! Don’t say that!” Rowley groaned, rolling his head back in disgust. Greg threw both of his hands up in defense, “I’m just stating facts.”

“Wait, I have an idea.” A pit of dread grew in Rowley’s stomach, Greg’s ideas never turned out well.

“What if we set up y/n with Rodrick? Just hear me out, this could be good for him.”

Rowley mulled the idea over in his head, thinking that maybe dating you could make Rodrick more… agreeable? Maybe you could be a good influence on the intimidating teenager. A happier Rodrick would make sleepovers at Greg’s a lot more pleasant.

“I think that could work,” Rowley said apprehensively. “But how do we do it?”

Greg shrugged, “Simple, we just tell Rodrick there’s a really hot Girl interested in him.”

The boys proceeded to draw up a plan.

Phase one: The approach. Greg and Rowley nervously ascended the wooden steps that led to Rodrick’s room. Rodrick was laying on his back, spinning a drumstick between his nimble fingers.

He shot up immediately when he noticed the boys’ presence. “What are your dweebs doing up here?”

Phase two: Delivery. “Calm down Rodrick, we have some information you might wanna know,” Greg reasoned cooly, easing Rodrick’s anger from a roaring ten to a mild six.

Greg nodded over at Rowley, signaling him to start talking.

“W-well,” Rowley stuttered, “I uhm- heard my sister talking about you and she- she likes you and she was talking about your jeans?”

Rodrick blinked in confusion, processing this intel.

“Your sister likes me? Are you sure she meant me?”

“That’s what I said!” Greg exclaimed and Rodrick shot him a terrifying glare, silently telling Greg to can it.

Rodrick was honestly shocked. He always observed you from afar, deciding himself that a chick as cool as you would never go for him. This news was absolutely world shattering for the boy, he completely admired you.

Phase three: Action. “We have a plan.” Greg said, a conniving grin creeping onto his face. “Rowley calls y/n, tells her that he’s feeling sick and blames it on Mom’s pot roast or something. Then when she rushes over all worried, you greet her at the door. And then you work your Rodrick magic!” Greg smiled, abundant pride for his plan evident in his stature.

“It’s a go.” Rodrick declared, scrambling around his room to put on deodorant, a new t-shirt, and cologne before pointing at Rowley. “Make the call.”

“Hey, y/n,” Rowley groaned into the phone, sounding as sick as he possibly could. “I- I think I ate something bad and I really need you ro come get me.”

You sighed, telling him you’d be there in ten minutes and to have his things ready to go. You departed for the Heffley house for the second time that night.

When Rowley didn’t come out to your car, you trudged up to the red door to go retrieve the sickly boy.

You gave the door three lazy knocks, expecting Rowley’s face to be the one behind it when it swung open. “Hey kid, are you feeling okay?” You asked, not yet making eye contact with the figure leering in the doorframe.

Your eyes widened as you came to realize who it was.

“Funny seeing you here,” Rodrick drawled out, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your cheeks burned with the heat of one thousand suns, you were not expecting this tonight.

“Y-yeah,” you smiled awkwardly, staring at your feet. “Rowley called, he uhm, he’s not feeling well. So if you could just get him for me I can leave. Immediately.” You cursed yourself for your blubbering idiocy as you twiddled your fingers.

“Actually, Rowley is feeling much, much better.” Suspicion grew as you studied Rodrick’s devious expression. “What’s going on?” You asked, genuinely puzzled as nothing was making any sense.

“I don’t know, y/n. Why don’t you come in and tell me?” Rodrick was surprisingly smooth in this situation, despite his nerves being at an all time high.

“Rowley is just up here,” Rodrick said while guiding you up the stairs to his room. In the meantime, Greg and Rowley peered out from the hallway, watching you follow Rodrick upstairs and giggling to themselves.

The overhead lights in Rodrick’s room were turned on, the glow from his string lights illuminating the area instead. “Mood lighting,” as he had called it. Rodrick had already instructed the boys to stay far away once you had arrived.

You were still lost, Rowley nowhere in sight. “So? Where is he?” You asked expectantly.

“Here’s the thing y/n. You know Rowley can’t keep secrets, right? I mean you have to know that, he is your brother”

Shit.

“That little shit stain! I’ll get him, I swear to god!” You turned to bound down the stairs, ready to tear the entire house apart in hunting for him. Rodrick grabbed your wrist before your foot could even reach the first step.

“Y/n, relax, relax!” His grip on your flesh made your breath hitch and stomach churn. “It’s okay, I feel the same way.” Rodrick’s cocky facade dissipated into nothing as he revealed his feelings.

You got a glimpse of a more vulnerable side of Rodrick that you were sure he didn’t typically share. “But girls like you don’t usually like stupid guys like me,” Rodrick was staring at the ground now, grasp on your arm softening.

You were too unsure of your words so you opted to move your free hand to hold his bicep, closing a considerable amount of distance between the two of you in the process.

“Rodrick, I’ve never liked anybody as much as I like you. And I don’t mean that in a weird or creepy way it’s just that-”

Now it was time for Rodrick’s own addition to the plan. Phase four: The kiss.

Your rambling was cut short by a pair of warm lips pressing against your own. He kissed you with just enough force to cause you to stumble back a bit, causing you to brace yourself against his torso.

He carded a gentle hand through your hair and tugged back on your soft locks. You moaned at the vibrations tendrilling at your scalp and kissed him with even more ferocity.

Somehow, you ended up on his bed, straddling him. The blankets strewn across his mattress melded against your knees and the fronts of your calves as you stabilized yourself on his lap.

He placed apprehensive hands on your hip bones, unsure of what was okay and what wasn’t. You placed your hand on top of his larger one, assuring him that you were comfortable. You even allowed a small whimper to leave your throat as he tightened his hold on you.

You only pulled away to catch your breath, looking into his eyes for the first time that night. You smiled warmly at him as you cupped his cheek. Suddenly, Rodrick’s signature smirk returned to his face.

“Now tell me what you were saying about my jeans.”

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #devon bostick

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ks-dreams-fantasies · 3 years

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Rio smut? Where the couple argues over him sleeping with Beth during there break up and the reader then saying she slept with someone too and rio gets super mad

“I said I couldn’t wait” - Rio (Good Girls)

I feel like Rio would be such a “Do what I say, not what I do” type of boyfriend in this situation. 👀 We all know this man is possessive as f*ck, so of course he would get mad knowing his girlfriend slept with someone else (even if they were broken up). Anyways, thanks for your request, hope you like it 🥰

Warning : Angst, Smut (Teasing, Female receiving)

Word Count: 1.8k (Not proofread sorry)

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You walked fast, Rio following your every step from afar, as you were almost running towards the car. You had just gotten into an argument over his associate, at least that’s what she called her. You were at dinner, when you ran into her, Beth Boland. Well, she just found you and decided to join you, interrupting your date night

“I have to talk to you” she had said, batting her lashes at your boyfriend

“Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of my girl” he stated pointing towards you, already annoyed by her presence

“You sure you don’t want like a bathroom break, we had so much fun last time” she responded smirking lightly, trying to bug you. Of course, her comment had bothered you, but you didn’t want to let it show. Rio clenched his jaw, irritated by her remark.

“Na, I’m good” he shrugged his shoulders “Now, let us enjoy the rest of our evening and leave” he continued, looking her straight in the eyes. She stood there, annoyed by the fact he was choosing you over her. Ever since she had slept with him, she didn’t want to admit it, but she always wanted to be around him in a way and the fact that he was now back with his girl and not paying attention to her, drove her somewhat crazy. He stopped paying attention to her and proceeded to cut a piece a steak, his focus now on the piece of meat in front of him. She huffed loudly, stomping her feet before leaving the two of you alone as your eyes focused on your boyfriend’s figure. You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“So, what was that about?” You asked, trying to get him to talk, although you knew exactly what it was about. He took one last bite, clearing out his plate, while you pushed yours aside, not being hungry anymore

“Nothing” he said taking a sip of his drink, dodging your question

“Didn’t seem like nothing to me” you muttered under your breath before finishing your glass of wine

“What was that?” he said looking right at you, the waiter interrupting you. Rio knew well enough what you had said, and it was clear to him that you were bothered by the situation

“May I get you anything else?” He said smiling softly at the both of you,

“The check, please” you demanded, before Rio could say anything. The waiter nodded before leaving quickly, feeling the tension between the two of you. He came back shortly after, Rio handing him a hundred-dollar bill, thanking him, as you both stood up to leave. You walked rapidly in front of your boyfriend, wanting to get away from him. Rio couldn’t help but noticed the different pairs of eyes looking at your beautiful figure as you moved towards the front of the restaurant. All he wanted was to put these guys in their place, showing them what was his, but he knew he didn’t have time for that, following you as you exited the building.

You walked at a fast pace, Rio following your trail closely, a small grin on his face, almost amused by your behavior. As you got to the vehicle, you waited for him to unlock the door, but much to your dismay, he didn’t.

“Lose the attitude baby” he said approaching you, as you stood near the passenger side of the car.

“I have every right to have one” you replied “And don’t call me baby” you sighed, annoyed

“Why? Because of what she said? Come on ma, I told you already, we weren’t even together when that shit happened” he stated, rolling his eyes, something you hated for him to do when you were mad.

“I know we weren’t together when you slept with that woman, I did the same” you said nonchalantly “But it’s the fact that you’re still in contact, hell your still in business with her” you through your hands in the air “That’s what annoys me”

“You slept with someone else?” he asked through gritted teeth, not finding the situation amusing anymore.

“You said it yourself, we weren’t in a relationship anymore. And what if we had never gotten back together, what was I supposed to do? Never have sex again?” you asked your voice getting slightly louder, fully irritated by his reaction

“Who is he?” he questioned, taking a step towards you, as you took a step back leaning against the car door

“It doesn’t matter Rio, I don’t even talk to the guy anymore. But you on the other hand, you’re still in contact with her.” You replied getting frustrated “I saw how she was looking at you, the bitch wants more than to just be your business associate” you stated

“I’m going to ask again and you better answer. Who is he?” he asked, pushing his body to yours, grabbing your neck with his hand, squeezing it slightly, taking you by surprise.

“And I’ll repeat, it doesn’t matter” you said, emphasizing every word “Don’t turn this on me” you continued, as he groaned before pushing you against the car as you gasped, trapping your body between his and the vehicle, his aggressiveness arousing you.

“You better not think about him again or worse, be in contact with him anymore, or else I’m-“

“You’re going to what, huh? So, you’re telling me this thing works for you, but not for me, is that it?”you asked, your tone laced with attitude.

Rio looked you up and down, breathing through his nose, trying to calm himself. The thought of another man touching you was enough to get his blood boiling.

“Is that it?” you repeated, getting to him as he crashed his lips hungrily onto yours, biting your bottom lip, earning a muffled moan from your throat. Your hand found its way into the waistband of his black jeans, pulling his hips to meet yours. He groaned at the friction of his pelvic bone, against your crotch before you decided to push him away to get some air. He looked at you, panting, detaching himself from your body.

“Get in the car” he demanded sternly. You could already feel yourself pooling into your underwear

“Don’t tell me what to do” you responded, opening the car door, hopping inside as Rio walked around to the driver seat, getting in as well, shaking his head lightly at your comment.

“Just wait till we get home (Y/N)” he noted, putting the keys in the ignition, turning it on, as Bryson Tiller’s voice filled the inside of the car.

“And what if I don’t want to wait” you said, challenging him. Something you both had in comment was your love to provoke the other. His head turned to look at you, his brown eyes getting darker with every word leaving your mouth. You bit your lower lip in anticipation of what was coming next.

“In the back. Now!” You obliged quickly, scared that the two of you would get caught, but turned on at the same time. Rio always got what he wanted and once again, even if he was in the wrong, you gave in, wanting him to please you like he knew how to do perfectly. He looked at you, still sitting in the driver seat, as you pulled your hips up, allowing you to remove your panties, throwing them onto his lap with a smirk. He didn’t say a word, as he continued to stare at your every move, licking his lips slowly. You decided you wanted to tease him so, you proceeded to pull up your dress slightly, opening your legs slowly, giving him a view of your dripping core. He grunted loudly at the sight of you, your finger making their way to your slit, spreading your warm fluid, a soft moan leaving your lips.

“Rio” you whimpered, toying with the small bundle of joy sitting in between your legs. It felt good, but you couldn’t wait for him to replace your fingers with his.

“I love hearing you moan out my name” he said, his voice deep and filled with lust. He couldn’t wait any longer, joining you on the back seat, placing his head to your neck, leaving an overwhelming amount of open mouth kisses. His left hand traveled to your needy core, while his right hand massaged your breast, making you let out a sight, pleased by his actions.

“Rio, please” you whimpered, gripping his bicep tightly, wanting to feel him where you needed him the most. He inserted two of his fingers inside of you, smirking at the wetness leaking from your warm fold.

“Did he made you this wet baby?” he asked you, enjoying the sight of your pleasured face, only getting a moan as a response to his question.

“I asked you a question (Y/N)” he stated, his voice harsh, adding a third finger still waiting for your reply.

“N-no, only you can make me feel this good” you panted heavily as he fastened his pace, making you moan louder, his name leaving your lips over and over again. Hi touch was magic and all you wanted was to feel him hitting your deepest spot. You whimpered, asking for more, as he moved his thumb to your swollen clit, making you shriek in pleasure, the feeling already overpowering your body. Rio loved to hear you beg, and listening to your every moan, indicating that he did everything he was asked to do to please you perfectly. You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, your lips meeting his, your tongue dancing together, feeling Rio, hard as a rock beside you. You let out a loud gasp against his mouth, as he curled his fingers inside of you, tickling your special spot.

“I’m so close baby” you mumbled, your head now down his neck, digging your fingers into the leather seat of his G-Wagon, trying to contain yourself.

“Cum for me mama” he whispered into your ear, the sound alone being just enough to throw you over the edge, moaning loudly as you came all around his fingers. He smiled at you, once you had calm down from your high, removing his fingers and placing them in his mouth, sucking slowly, enjoying the taste of your cum on his tongue. He moved his hand down his belt before you stopped him.

“I said I couldn’t wait” looking at him entertained by his not so amused expression.

“Wha-“ you cut him off, leaving a small peck on his lips, moving to the front of the car, buckling your seatbelt, waiting for him to move to the front of the vehicle for the both of you to get home.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t wait though” you smirked, feeling accomplished, seeing the astonished look on Rio’s face.

Let’s just say that he didn’t go easy on you when the both of you got home.

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msmarvelwrites · 3 years

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For Old Times' Sake

Summary: “Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,”

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal penetration, fingering, Choking, Bucky with the filthy words, mutual pining.

Word Count: 2.8K

Authors Note: WOW! It has literally been a hot minute hasn't it? I cant say that I’m not a little excited about this 3rd lock-down in Ontario because it means I can actually find time to write. I’m sorry it’s been so long, babes. Anyways, enjoy! (I’m actually the worst and it’s been so long since I’ve done this!) The Biggest Thank You to @sweeterthanthis for literally cheering me on the entire time. This was such garbage before you came along 😂 I had so much fun with this one babe 💕 thank you for all you do ✨

The wind whipped against your face, bruising your skin with it’s callousness. Though the unwelcomed lash was nothing compared to what was to come. Or who, for that matter.

It had been longer than you cared to admit. The dodged calls hanging at the bottom of the icon on your phone serving as a cruel reminder of how cold you had been. Of course, it was never in your job description to take care of Bucky after Steve left— but there was an implication that made you run for the hills.

You couldn't do anything for him - give him anything. The last five years had consisted of running and trying to start over.

Besides, after the Accords, in the government's eyes you were just as fucked as Hydra. An ally turned fugitive the moment you’d chosen your side in that airport. You’d fight with yourself most nights that you decided with your head, but your first evening with a man who had bruised your lips with promises of what would come may have had more pull than anything else.

The same man that had called you every week for the past six months… The same man you had spent countless nights with, years of your life you would never be able to scrub away, no matter how hard you tried.

You had watched from afar as half of the world returned, their loved ones welcoming them home with teary eyes and broken hearts. You watched as he came home. His eyes, always scanning the crowds waiting for you. Waiting to see your face.

It made all of this so, so much worse. This was definitely not the homecoming you could have hoped for.

“We’re nearing the drop.” Your comm’s rang with a woman's voice who had helped smuggle you onto the craft. You weren’t exactly welcome in europe at the moment- or anywhere for that matter. The government did not take lightly to your’s and Sharon’s betrayal. You’d think that after everything the world had seen they would be a little more forgiving, but you couldn't exactly blame them for their trust issues either.

You could, however, blame yourself.

As soon as your feet hit the ground you were off. The distress call had come from Sam earlier that evening and now with the sun setting you could only hope you weren't too late. You tried to push the man who had haunted your thoughts for the past few years out of your head, desperate to focus on the task at hand.

Bullets exploded through the air, a warning as you were approaching the large shipping container unit. Your comms went static as they began to connect with Sam’s, his voice ringing through your ears as—

“Sam, a little help here!”

His voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“I’m on my way - called in some back up.” Sam grunted as the sound of strangled yelps echoed around you.

“Back up? Who do we know that-” Bucky’s words were cut short as he let out a growl, the sound of his vibranium arm whirling in the background.

You rushed in without a second thought, the sound of his pain too raw as it ripped through your chest. Before you could assess the danger, you charged forward, hurling yourself at a large man pointing his gun right at-

With a loud thud, the man hit the ground. Your combat boot, heavy on his throat until he went still, and with it came silence. It was deafening despite the explosive gunfire around you.

“Y/n?”

Your name ripped through the air, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Back turned and body rigid, you were frozen in place. Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue, soft and get so personal. Like no one had spoken it before.

“Y/n, what are you-”

Sam's voice cut the newly cropped brunettes words off, “I got two coming in on your left, Buck. Oh- and welcome back, Y/L/N.”

You smiled sheepishly at Bucky, pulling your gun from its holster and flicking the safety off as you closed your distance with him. Despite the aggravation apparent on his face, a broken smile seemed to be pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Here we go again, huh?” You chimed, your eyes locking with his just as all hell broke loose.

The trip back to Sam and Bucky’s base was one filled with uncomfortable silence, and a tension that had your blood running cold.

Once the adrenaline of the fight had worn off and you were left face to face with Bucky Barnes, the guilt began to creep in.

“So…” Sam started from the backseat of the beat-up truck, the suddenness of his words startling both you and Bucky for a moment. “Long time no see.”

The scoff that left Bucky’s lips wasn't as subtle as you imagined he meant it to be. You tried not to let it bother you; in fact, you had prepared for this. How he might react when you finally returned home. What you weren't prepared for, however, was how indescribably gutted you would feel to watch him - eyes trained to the road ahead - as he gritted his teeth at your proximity.

To say that yours and Bucky’s relationship before the snap was easy would be incredibly delusional. It was messy and at it’s best dysfunctional. But for whatever reason, the two of you looked beyond that. He saw through you like no one ever had and before you knew it, the two of you were glued at the hip. It didn't make sense, but no questions were ever asked.

You just fit.

And of course there was the sex. Good god, you could feel your thighs clenching at the thought.

The way’s Bucky knew how to take you apart, with an accuracy that only he had. How he had your toes curling and body vibrating from the flick of his tongue. How he would have you screaming the most filthy things for him, all while begging to never ever—

“Y/n?”

Sam’s voice was like an ice bath. Your name yanking you back into the present and the question at hand. What was the question again? You couldn't think straight. Not when Bucky was staring at you the way he was, one brow cocked and that same familiar smirk plastered on his lips. If you didn't know any better, you’d think he could read your thoughts.

“Sorry- I… I was…” You couldn't seem to bring yourself back to this realm, too lost in the Super Soldier’s stormy eyes to remember what exactly you were trying to say.

“He asked you where you’ve been, Y/n.” Bucky spoke your name like it was a curse, laced with razor sharp ache and pain. His eyes told a different story though. The way he looked at you; the same way he always did.

With a warmth that only he had for you. It made you shiver.

“Running, mostly.” You started, your body physically breaking your gaze with Bucky. It was too much, watching him glare down at you. And maybe you deserved it.

“And you never thought to, I don't know, call me?” Bucky’s words were spiteful, oozing with a disdain that was beginning to wear down your patience.

“It wasn't like that, Buck-”

“You can’t call me that anymore.” He snapped, his eyes trained on the road. Your gaze snapped to him, brow arched as you all but scoffed at him.

“Oh, I can't?” You chuckled, but the sound came out flat. He had every right to ask you where you've been. Hell, get angry if he wanted. But the way his words seeped with disgust made your blood boil.

“Okay, okay guys. Let’s all take a breath and just—”

“Shut up, Sam.” You both snarled, causing Sam to roll his eyes as Bucky pulled into a long winding driveway with a small log cabin sat at the end of it. You reached for your seatbelt until your door swung open.

“You two figure your shit out. Whatever this is,” Sam motioned to the space between you two, “ isn’t leaving this car. I’ll be inside. Feel free to come in when y'all have killed and made up, okay?” With that, Sam slammed the door leaving Bucky and you alone in your static tension.

Bucky worried on his lip, his eyes trained to his lap. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words seemed caught in your throat.

“You didn't even call…”

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. But you did…

Voice small and so filled with ache; it kicked you in the stomach, the guilt washing away any anger you had felt.

“Bucky… I- I couldn't.” You forced out, tentative as you met his gaze, stomach dropping as your eyes locked with his.

“I thought I lost you. I thought - I mean, fuck - you were all I cared about.” He sighed, clearing his throat as if it would help ease his discomfort. “I looked for you, ya know?” He chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. Just a brokenness that made you squirm.

“It’s not your fault—”

“Oh, I know it’s not.” Bucky quipped, his eyes flicking away from yours and turning back to face the cabin. “It was your own selfish decision.”

You scoffed, head snapping back to meet his glare. “Selfish? Bucky, I had no other choice. Not everyone can be pardoned for their crimes. It’s not like I had Steve Rogers advocating for my freedom!”

Bucky only rolled his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, you swore he might rip it clean off the car. “Don’t bring him into this. You don't think that I would have done everything to get to you? To clear your name?”

You laughed bitterly, blinking away the tears that welled at the corners of your eyes.

“You gotta at least give me more credit than that, Doll.” The pet name rolled off this tongue easily, washing over you, and making you freeze.

“Please don’t call me that…” You faltered, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek.

It seemed the tension dissipated in that moment, silence heavy between you both as Bucky reached out, his flesh fingers finding a tear and brushing it away. You tried to speak, but with everything that had been said, and all that would never be, you decided words just weren’t enough.

You didn't have time to object before his lips were on yours, your body moving at its own accord as he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs either side of him as his tongue swept across your bottom lip. You tried to moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound. He rendered you breathless, his taste intoxicating as you melted into his embrace, grinding into him and shivering when a familiar growl slipped from his lips; vibrating against your mouth.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You moaned out, clutching his jacket as you licked down his neck. His skin was burning against your lips, the rumble of his breath heavy against your ear as he let out a dark chuckle, urging you on.

“Well, if you had just called me—”

Before he could finish the sentence, you reached for the recliner, snapping it forward as you toppled forwards onto Bucky’s chest. His words fell back into his throat, hands automatically finding your hips to steady you while you fumbled with his belt.

“Doll—” He tried to start, but you swallowed the name with your kiss, heated and rooted in a desperate need to feel him again. You ached for him in a way you’d never felt before.

Maybe what you had was unfixable. Maybe it was beyond repair, but with the way he was kissing you and hiking down your pants, it didn't matter. You were drunk on him, and by the way he bucked his hips, so was he.

You shivered as his vibranium fingers looped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down over your legs as you both awkwardly tried to move in the cramped seat. You wanted to laugh, but as his cold thumb swiped through your slick folds, all you could do was whine.

“So wet for me…” He hummed, teeth sinking into your throat as he pulled a whimper from your lips.

You cursed, hands propping you up on either side of him as he dipped his index finger into you, the intrusion enough to have your back arching into him, desperate for more.

But Bucky was a tease. And even now, after all of this time, it was the very thing that had your buckling above him. Pleading and begging for more.

“Look at you.” He started, his eyes dark as he pushed deeper inside, his finger curing into you as you gasped.

“P-please, Buck.” You begged, grinding down onto his hand. To your dismay he only chuckled, watching intently as you came undone around him.

“I told you,” He started, lifting you off of him and tossing you against the backseats, “Don’t call me that.”

You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat as he awkwardly crawled towards you. But the look in his eyes had your stomach twisting into something that emulated fear. It was guttural as he pressed into you, the outline of his cock digging into your drenched folds.

You bit back a moan, eyes rolling back in your head as his cold fingers brushed against your core, pulling himself free from his boxers.

“Do you still love me like you did?” He spoke, and though the words were soft and filled with promises you had broken before, there was a darkness in his voice.

“I never stopped.” You admitted. And it was true. But that didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for as he licked his bottom lip, eyes trained on your throat.

“I’m afraid isn’t gonna’ feel much like love, doll.” He breathed out, lining himself up with your entrance. Before you could speak, he thrusted into you, knocking the air out of your chest as he bent you uncomfortably in half. You could only scream as he caged you in, forcing you down against the seats as he fucked into you.

It’s not like you forgot how Bucky filled you, but his size was something you would never be able by to fully adjust to. Especially not now, when he was holding you steady, his hips snapping against you giving you no time to ease into the assault. And by the looks of the lopsided smirk plastered on his swollen lips, he knew exactly how shredded you felt.

“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart.” The pet name doing nothing to quell the ache he sent ripping through your body as he sank deeper into you. You could only cry out, head smashing into the door as he kept up his brutal pace.

“B-Bucky, please.” You weren't exactly sure what you were asking for, but at this rate you wouldn't last long, the familiar coil building in your abdomen as he nudged up against your cervix.

“Slow down, baby.” You choked on a sob, eyes glassy as his vibranium fingers coiled around you thoat, pining you to the seats.

“Did you miss this part, doll?” He whispered against your ear, a shiver ripping through your body and igniting a flame you had so desperately craved since the moment he vanished from your world. “Miss the way I ruin you, Hm? I can feel you, coming undone. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat until you were coughing around the pressure.

“All I need to do is-” His flesh thumb ran circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you croaked out his name, begging him to ease up. “There it is.” He chuckled, quickening his pace until you were a shivering mess beneath him.

“Bucky, I-”

“I’m going to ruin this cunt, sweetheart. Stay still, and let go for me” His voice was like gravel, only letting you breathe once you nodded your head in complicity, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as the orgasm wrapped itself around your core.

“Fuck.” You managed to scream, your head lulling back as a title-wave of ecstasy crashed over you, pulling you under.

“That’s my girl.” His words tipped you over the edge, his name on your lips like a prayer as you quivered, your body violently shaking. “God you're so tight when you- Shit!”

With a few sloppy thrusts, Bucky came undone. His hot spend coating your pulsing walls as he gasped. Your bodies a tangled mess as he puffed out a breath against your neck.

You both just stayed frozen, too afraid that the moment you pulled away, reality would sink in. And the truth was, you weren't exactly sure what that meant.

Bucky slowly eased himself out of you, gasping a little as you spilled out onto, what you only hoped, would be easy to clean seats.

“Doll, that was-”

“Hey,” Sam knocked hard against the now foggy glass, “You two hungry, or what?”

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munsnz · 3 years

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Hii hope you're having a great week! If you feel like writing it i was thinking of a steve h x wheeler!reader, where they're having a dinner at the wheeler's and reader is nervous thinking it's going to be awkward and all but it actually goes pretty well.

LOVELY MESS — STEVE HARRINGTON

WARNINGS: anxiety, language??

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x GN! Wheeler! Reader

PSYCHOIE RADIO: What You Like — Wallows

L: Tysm for requesting anon!! This is actually something I’ve been wanting to write for a long ass time, and I’m so sorry this is a month late, I was In a rut for the third time this year, but finally, here it is!!

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay!” The kind-hearted guy, leaned towards you by the metal, old lockers, while you switched your books, shaking your head side to side, “Come on, whatever happened to Nance and I is over.”

Your eyes shifted to meet Steve Harrington’s, your 6-month boyfriend, who was also your younger sister’s ex boyfriend, Nancy Wheeler. Although she may have been younger, Nancy had it all, popularity, the smarts, and the looks, except you, the shadowed sister. Even your brother Mike Wheeler knew that Nance had outshined you, still being younger than you. That terribly tumbled apart as soon as Nancy confessed that she no longer loved Steve, telling him it was all bullshit, the words that hurt Steve those past nights.

You somehow got ahold of him, to get over the breakup as the two of you fought for the fate of the world along the group of kids, Mike’s friends, bringing you guys closer, leading up to confessing their feelings for one another.

“Steve I’d think it would be a bad idea.”

”How would it be a bad idea if we never tried it?” Steve cheekily grins, placing a warm kiss on your thin lips, smiling between them. You pushed his chest away with your hands, making him whine, “One more kiss come on! Or else we’ll have to go to the dinner!!”

You placed a notebook to block his wildly handsome face from kissing you again, giggling hysterically, “No, that’s my final answer.”

Steve had always been so fond about your family, the Wheelers, he knew Mike due to the previous events with the Mind Flayer and has met your mom when he was together with Nancy. But you still think it’d be awkward, you were going to bring your boyfriend, not your friend, nor Nancy’s boyfriend, but yours.

In denial, you always tried to not touch the subject, scared of it going wrong. As you saw Steve pout and cross his arms like a child, he mumbled, “I promised it’ll be ok, just let me go for once.”

”You already went to their house!” You squeaked as your palm hit his shoulder, slapping him playfully.

Steve raises his eyebrows, straightening his face while he sternly stares at you, “Yeah but I went as Nancy’s boyfriend, not yours right? So give me a shot honey.”

“I don’t know,” You started pacing along the hallway to get to class, knowing you were five minutes late, the weirdest thoughts flooding in. What if your parents don’t like the fact you’re with Steve? What if they prefer Nancy with him instead? What if-

Clearing his throat and whispering in your ear, Steve mumbled jokingly, “I know you’re overthinking Y/N.”

“Stop it!” You move a strand of hair from your face, clutching your books tighter, strolling away from him to the hallway of lockers, “What if it gets awkward? What if my parents don’t like the fact you’re with me!?”

”Can you at least think about it?” He shouts from afar, leaving his arms in the air, trying to get your attention while you tried your best to ignore him.

Soon enough, a teacher peeped their head out of the corresponding room towards the hallway for the source of disruption to find Steve’s tall figure continuing to get your attention, “Harrington! Off to class, you’re late!”

”Right! I’m sorry m’am,” Steve rapidly nods, zooming away to his Basketball period, where he knew for sure he’d get in trouble with the couch for being late. Still awaiting for his proposal to be answered with his loving mess, for a one of a kind dinner with your family, the Wheelers.

”Mike I swear to god you better not embarrass me!” You rush down the rug stairs, fixing your hair as you tucked it behind your ear, chasing your younger brother down. After Steve’s persuasion driving you nuts for that same day you both talked, you finally gave in to bring him over on a Thursday night under one condition, he wasn’t allowed to embarrass you or himself, just to keep things proper, and not awkward between your family.

As the days grew closer to the date of the dinner, the more anxious you got to the point you couldn’t bare to see Steve, keeping you and your thoughts to yourself for the past weeks. It was simple, a simple gathering with your family and boyfriend.

What could go wrong?

Everything and anything. From your parents making you look like a fool to be going out with your sister’s ex to Steve making a terrible impression on them although he’s met them already. You weren’t so logical, you were scared, not nervous but scared. What if this whole dinner would be an awkward disaster full of embarrassment and inconvenience?

But here you were, getting ready for the small event taking place in your home, chasing your brother to shut him up due to his witty comments. Now shoving your little sister Holly softly on the side to clear Mike’s path, he taunted, “Well I’m not the one kissing the pillow thinking it’s Steve! Mwah mwah!”

”Thats not true, Mike!”

You tried to reach to stop Mike from speeding through the kitchen but before you could make any other move, Mrs. Wheeler scolds at you two, “No running inside the house!”

”Sorry mom!” Both you and Mike loudly shout, slowing down your pace, suddenly catching up to Mike by dragging the collar of his blue striped polo.

As he squealed in pain and angst, you tackle him to the couch, tickling his sides on the soft brown cushion, “I got you! Now say it! Surrender!”

”Never!” His high-pitched giggled filled the cozy room, squirming under you, trying to free from your grip. Another wave of the tingles on his ribs were coming back, your fingers moving on his back.

You continued to make him laugh hysterically, lowering your voice to mimicking a villain both of you once watched on tv during a weekend night, “You must proclaim yourself as a liar! Or ye shall face the consequences!”

“I will not surrender-“

Instantly after the sharing of laughter being held by the siblings, you heard the rhythmic chime from the doorbell, Holly was making a fuss about her lack of apple juice in her sippy cup as Nancy tried to leave the porcelain plates on the clothed table in the dining room. You and Mike frantically got up from the couch after your mother was pulling you away apart, “Hey, he’s here!”

Shit.

You knew for a fact your loved one was here, an awful feel of unease aroused, making you tense unlike the past few moments before you heard the doorbell. Steve Harrington was here, at your door, for dinner with your family.

Gulping nervously, you hurried to get the door, but surprisingly Mrs. Wheeler got there before you could stand up from the comfortable couch, your heart pacing at an unstoppable speed, ruffling your top. Mrs. Wheeler opened the wooden door to find that same familiar, attractive face, both Mike and you peering on the side, roses in his hands.

”Mrs. Wheeler!” Steve kindly greets, handing her the bouquet of roses at the door, making her receive them with a soft grin.

“Hey there Steve- oh!” Mrs. Wheeler yelps when Mike harshly shoved you next to your mother, bumping shoulders with her, goofily grinning in front of him.

”Hi Steve,” You childly mimicked, but realizing the fool you made yourself look like, regretting your stupid action you made in front of your boyfriend.

As your mom signaled the brunette to walk inside the welcoming room, Steve lightly pecked your cheek, slightly bringing you closer to himself from the side as both of you solemnly walked inside the warm room. Watching the two of you, Mike made smooching and kissing noises behind you, kicking him in the shin, squeaks of pain coming out of your younger brother’s mouth in order for him to shut up.

And right as you saw Nancy slightly wave at him while walking off rapidly to find Holly for dinnertime, a sense of insecurity rushed in you. You leisurely shifted away from him, his eyes darting towards you knowing that something was up while Mrs. Wheeler rushed to the kitchen for the home cooked meal. Only 5 minutes in of the gathering and you were an anxious mess already, quietly panicking if anything else so terrible would happen, your fingers tapping the side of your thighs where they stood upon you.

“You know you can sit down right?” A gentle voice, your sister’s voice perked in the silence telling Steve. Nancy holding the little one in her arms, moved to sit Holly down as Mike lounged in the wooden chair almost staring you down jokingly to see your funny expressions.

Steve whips his head around, chuckling softly, pulling out a chair for you to sit in, “Yeah, this is why this is a dinner Nancy. You know, for sitting down and eating?”

A silence formed between the five of you, later on creating an awkward melody of chuckles being shared between Nancy and Steve, then turning away from each other, leaving this pit in your stomach at such uncomfortable state. Thoughts. Terrible thoughts rolled in meanwhile you sat which Steve offered to give you, Mike’s eyes widening while drinking the glass of milk being on the top of the table to try his best not to giggle.

Afterwards, Mrs. Wheeler interrupted the awfully weird silence with a fake, cheerful tone you knew wouldn’t be her usual self, carrying in the large plate with roasted chicken. She strictly ushered you and Nancy to bring in the rest of the side dishes from the kitchen out to the dining room as Mike and Steve chatted a little before your father strolled in to greet your boyfriend.

“Chill out Y/N,” Nancy places her thin hand on your left arm calmly, you turned your head around you understand what she was saying, “You seem tense, it’s okay.”

You scoffed at her comment jokingly, placing the bowl of greens onto the table when Nancy put the dish with fresh mashed potatoes as well. All of you took a seat, ready to feast, Steve clearing his throat to speak up, “Thank you so much Mrs. Wheeler for inviting me and for this wonderful dinner.”

“No problem Steve, ever since we met you with Nancy, you’ve been a great guy,” Your mother softly smiled, but changed her expressions once you shot your eyes towards her, “Anyways, enjoy the meal.”

Mumbles of thank yous and your welcomes being shared between one another, beginning to eat the delicious food for the evening. Shakily, you grabbed onto the silver fork, stabbing it into the chicken to eat it, the sound of plates moving around and cups being sipped, you decided to speak up, “Steve has been hanging out with Mike lately, they’re getting alone quite well.”

Your mother’s eyes widened, “Oh really? That seems like fun, having an older brother figure must be pretty cool knowing that Mike has grown up with a house full of girls right?”

Caught off guard from his meal, Mike hesitantly nodded while he falsely smiled, peering over to Steve for an agreement, “Yeah, Mike might be a little trouble with the rest of the boys, but he’s fun to be with at times.”

”A little trouble,” Your brother repeated jokingly under his breath, applying a mischievous look on his face, leaning back onto his chair, “I don’t think Y/N and Steve studying their human anatomy is-“

Before any reactions were being made from the regrettable comment your annoying brother made, Nancy slapped her hand across his mouth to shut up before he said anymore weird nonsense about you and your significant other. Steve worriedly glanced towards you with a beet red tinted face, almost wishing your mom hadn’t heard him while you stuffed your face trying to hide your expression.

“Michael what was that?” Mrs. Wheeler shot up a look towards your brother, laying her fork down with a confused face, “Human anatomy?”

In a stuttering mess, you tried to bring up some lame excuse to cover up along with Steve, you were sick to your core, knowing the stupidity that Mike claimed to be. It could be that your parents would say something terrible, you were flushed in multiple shades of red. You knew this dinner was even more terrible than expected, now your brother was making you and Steve look like a couple of fools, your hands sweating. Nancy chimed in to help between your idiotic stumbling, “It was this code name Mike used with the party and them.”

“Mmm yeah totally!” Steve wearily smiled, readjusting the hem of his red blouse he wore, watching you nod in response, a wave of relief washing inside you, “It’s the most oblivious things that are the most secretive, right Mike?”

Both you and Nancy darted a death glare towards the black-haired boy, who nodded rapidly under the threat of the siblings, “Yeah, Dustin was the one who made it up.”

”Kids these days,” Your father, Mr. Wheeler mumbles, slicing his part of the chicken in half with the butter knife as he shook his head.

Mrs. Wheeler humbly agreed, you mouthed a silent “thank you” towards Nancy’s direction, giving you a kind thumbs up later to kick Mike’s shin under the table, a quiet yelp escaping his lips for the second time. Later, feeling your hands gripping ever so tightly onto Steve’s large ones, being placed on your shaky leg.

Nancy brought up a conversation about an upcoming school event for the seniors at Hawkins High, Steve being able to catch up on the conversation. The mood was slightly calmer than it were before, things lessened up a bit as your harsh grip softened, feeling more balmy. Your boyfriend smiled, while looking off to your mom and dad who were intrigued by the conversation you were all having. Peace at last, worries washed away, it was okay.

Giggles and words were filled the large home, dessert was already handed out, Steve was on a roll to making your parents life along with your siblings, everything had merrily turned out great except the part where your mother talked about your embarrassing stories when you were little. This wasn’t so bad after all, Steve was definitely correct for once.

“Okay I have one more joke,” Your boyfriend sighed happily after the amount of laughter shared, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling too much. Steve set down his spoon then proceeded, “What did the grape say when they squished it?”

Everyone on the table shrugged, waiting for the hilarious response from him, Mike being close to burst into laughter before he said anything until Steve cleared his throat to answer, “Nothing, it just whined a little, get it?”

Once the joke was heard, your family surrounded the room with laughter, Mrs. Wheeler happily sighed after catching her breath, getting up to take the dessert plates back to the kitchen, picking one up at a time. Meanwhile your father and sister chuckled, you smiled like a freak towards Steve who was sitting next to you, holding your hand.

“See? I told you you shouldn’t have worried about his,” He whispers softly, giving you a light kiss, smiling as well, “You’re a lovely mess.”

You smacked his shoulder, earning a laugh from him, “I know I know, but at least I’m your lovely mess right?”

”Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Both Nancy and Mike, your siblings chanted with cheeky smiles plastered on their face, being in front of you and overhearing your conversation. Steve leaned in and shut his eyes to peck your lips, suddenly you placed a napkin in front of you to avoid him, catching him off guard. Such small act brought your siblings to laugh at him, he shook his head playfully, sniggering along. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, this brought all of you together, it was okay, no, better than okay. I guess it was just Steve’s lovely mess.

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kojinnie · 3 years

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Why you should NOT date AOT boys...

Headcanon on what kind of headache you're bound for when dating the AOT boys, and why I advise you NOT to date them! Enjoy, loves!

levi - eren - armin - reiner

part two here | erwin - zeke - jean - connie

— LEVI

He's an incredible man with a lot of talents and he'd be doing real good at his job, that dating him would give you a huge sense of pride. However, this man suffers from being emotionally constipated. He'd always keep you in the fine line of "are we or are we not?", even though you’ve been seeing each other for a long time. He’d never say “I love you” or any type of flashy display of affection. His love language is acts of service and quality time, so if you’re the type to wanting outward reassurance of how someone feels about you, Levi’s not gonna be the person to give you that.

This problem stems from his deep, unresolved insecurity about the nature of relationship. It’s not just the “Am I good enough?”, he genuinely thinks that he is not a good person, and thus the inherent belief that everybody will abandon him in the end — something he picks up from his traumatic childhood. He’s wary about establishing relationship because he’s afraid to succumb into his own feelings and vulnerability. He fears at certain point he has to feel and suffer the emotional consequence of being left by someone he cares for. He dreads the idea of getting caught off-guard with being fragile.

You gotta be extremely patient and understanding when it comes to Levi, the reassurance needs to come from you, and frequently too. Bluntly saying, “I’ll stick around” or “I’ll accept your shortcoming” is really soothing for Levi, because although he never shows it, he really thinks he does not deserve you.

— EREN

If you wanna be frustrated in a relationship where you constantly feel like you’re in an endless coaster, then dating Eren gotta be your poison. Sure the honeymoon phase was intoxicating, sure he makes you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. The morning text, the playful neck peck out in the public, the butterflies you feel in your tummy when you catch him staring at you even from afar with those oh so enthralling green eyes. But once the honeymoon phase over, Eren is quick to get bored. Especially if you’re an unproblematic, matter-of-fact type of person. Eren likes to fight, he gets thrilled by it, and he’s high with the rush of adrenaline. He likes it if you’re jealous, if you sulk, if you argue. He likes you to be ‘childish’ because then he gets to be the adult, the savior, the knight in shining armor. It grinds his gears. If you’re unfazed by his antics, if you’re easy to forgive, if you’re chill, Eren will think that you’re not really into him, and will exit the closest door out before his ego gets bruised even further.

Eren is sort of babied by people around him – his parents, his friends, and constantly being compared to his older brother doesn’t help either. He realizes that he got saved a lot of times by a lot of people. And this creates a deeply rooted insecurity with him that turns into an incessant impostor syndrome. The constant thought of not being good enough and the idea that all the achievement he’s ever got was the result of someone else’s help really crush him. You can shower him with praises and reassurance, but he would completely dismiss it, because he thinks your compliments are not based on objective views and that he does not deserve it. He painfully seeks for approval from any authority figure that (he thinks) does not have any emotional connection with him. And it can be really hurtful when he constantly dismisses your sincere compliments while desperately chasing from others who don’t care about him.

— ARMIN

It’s really hard to hate Armin. He’s a really nice man through and through, but what is his strength can also be his deepest weakness. He’s too nice and unsure about a lot of things. He knows he is knowledgeable, but he often doubts himself for being too ‘text-book smart’. Which is a valid cause, because at times he would get very oblivious to how relationship works, and treat feelings like it’s a quantifiable system. It will literally take years for him to finally get down and say how he feels about you, because all these times he was so busy filling the check-list in his mind to convince himself whether you truly like him or not, even though you couldn’t be any clearer with your intention towards him.

He is perceptive with what you think and how you feel, unfortunately this does not materialize into any action as he doubts his own intuition when it comes to his significant other. He fears that his own sentimentality has affected his intuitive judgment and thus deems it invalid, which is completely untrue because every hunch he has about you has always been accurate! That’s just how much he understands and knows you from years of quietly observing and taking each of your word into account.

He really relies on you sitting him down and telling him in details how you feel and the things you expect from him. He will do it, in a flash with no hesitation, but really, he just needs that verbal affirmation that he is doing the things that you want, and it’s not just based on his assumption. So, if you like sweet surprises, impulsive dates and expect your significant other to read your mind, Armin might not be the person.

— REINER

Oh my, truthfully, he is such a sweetheart, and can be completely smitten for the entirety of his life if he has found that one person. However, it’s a treacherous road for both Reiner and you to get to that stage. Initially, when you start to get closer to him, he may seem rigid and uninterested. The first date you had with him probably went awkward and although you really liked him, you were pretty sure he didn’t like you back, until he texted you the morning after, asking for a second date. That’s basically how being with Reiner is, a series of you being sure that he feels nothing towards you, only for his following action to prove the otherwise. He is really awful in displaying his emotion, he tries to be stoic all the time, and it often frustrates you because you cannot really tell how he feels, and you fear that you might have hurt him without realizing.

He may start to open up, only when you open up first about yourself. He thrives in romance with someone who he thinks shares his inner pain, and that’s very important for him, because he is always in a position where everyone expects him to be strong, and to have a significant other that understands his struggle is all he wants. But this gets hard for you, because sometimes Reiner’s sadness can be quite extreme and you cannot match that. Once Reiner realizes that you’re not on the same boat, he may become withdrawn, as he thinks he’s a burden and inadequate for you, and may end up self-sabotaging the whole relationship he has with you.

Although he does not like to admit it, but Reiner often slips into his sadness too deep, that it almost seems like he victimizes himself with his self-hatred. He will be the one to say stupid shit like, “You deserve someone better.” Or “I cannot make you happy.” When in fact you are perfectly willing to be with him all the way through.

With Reiner, you gotta be the bigger person, with bigger gestures and bigger patience. It’s because Reiner needs an anchor and a figure to lean on. In returns he would be the best lover that you will ever have for he is selfless and will be helplessly devoted to you.

Racking my brain writing for the rest of the boys (Erwin, Jean, Connie, Pocko) because they're the ones we SHOULD date.

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Each other’s replacements

▸ Na Jaemin x female!reader ▸ Inspired by the anime Scum’s Wish ▸ High school au, SMUUUUT, fluff and angst

Summary: Two broken hearts met unexpectedly and agreed to use each other so you can both move on from your exes. Your hearts belong to each other already, you’re just waiting for love to take place and make everything right. But will you both still choose each other in the future? Word count: 6,988k

Warnings: Using each other to forget your exes, ex Lee Jeno, kind of fuck buddies but no? Fingering, mentions of fingering, handjob, blowjob, and watching each other masturbate, mentions of taking nude photos after sex, Jaemin taking a picture of your naked body after sex (with consent ofc), uproctected sex, mentions of rough sex, making out, swearing, mentions of breakup, actual breakup

A/N: I hope you enjoy this Jaemin fic. I tried writing it as realistic as possible because I think Scum’s Wish is a very mature and realistic anime, I mean shit like that happens in real life. And I think Mugi is so fucking handsome. The ending of the series sux btw HAHAA bc I wanted them to end up together so heres my version of it.

It all happened so fast but the heartbreak stayed and the process of healing is very slow.

Three months have passed already when your ex-boyfriend Jeno broke up with you on a nice afternoon after school. The reason? Well, let’s just say he fell out of love. And that’s what made it worst because you remember that all you ever did was love him and please him.

Every day, you go to school, attend class, study hard but you always looked so gloomy. And whenever Jeno cross paths with you in the hallways, he knew he hurt you badly and that you’re not your normal self anymore. The cheerful and excited girl he fell in love with was gone and it’s all because of him. He can only wish that someone will bring you back and make you happy again.

“I’ll help you with that,” a cold manly voice interrupted you and your thoughts while you were having a hard time throwing the trash. He’s not part of your class, he’s one of Jeno’s classmates but you two were never introduced to each other.

You watch him throw the heavy trash for you and hoping that he will hand the bin afterward but he didn’t. “Lead the way, it’s dirty I’ll hold it for you” he insists, so you do as you’re told, showed him the way so you can finish this day as soon as possible.

Jaemin knew everything. It’s a small school and students usually gossip too much whenever a couple breaks up, especially after being together for so long. He knew who broke your heart, he also knew that you used to smile and be cheerful all the time because he has seen you in places and he knew you're capable of automatically lighting up the place whenever you’re around. But now… all he can see is a broken-hearted girl.

“Here,” you hand him a tissue and your hand sanitizer as a thank you for not letting your hands get dirty. He accepted it and gave you a small smile, obviously, he’s not shy and he was looking directly at you while his hands move. To be honest, you have no reason to be shy with each other, and honestly, you just don’t care anymore you just want to end this day. But Jaemin being the bold man that he is, bravely loosen up the ribbon of your school uniform and undid a few buttons from your school blouse. It was a common thing for students to do that after school as a sign that they're ready to head home and end their day. Jeno used to do it for you, and you didn’t expect Jaemin would do it. Despite the fact that you only met properly today.

You don’t know what happened but your heart was racing the moment he’s done adjust it and you just stare at his crooked tie and figured you may as well loosen it up for him too and return the favor. A bold move that Jaemin did not expect from a girl because he’s used to being with girls who become shy and all flustered after he makes a move.

But you, you’re different.

And that’s when Jaemin realized that you are a perfect match for him.

Word is Na Jaemin is pretty popular with girls. Besides Lee Jeno your ex, Na Jaemin is the second most handsome guy in school. Not only that he’s handsome, but you also know that he is passionate when it comes to photography, he’s naturally smart, not that nice, quiet but cocky, cold but can give anyone the right amount of attention if he wants to. But in your case, you have his full attention.

That afternoon, for the first time in three months, you did not go home alone, someone walked with you and watched you go inside your house.

The same cold but needed interaction with Jaemin happened over and over again until people started to gossip and think that you’re together. But it was nothing like that and you stopped caring about rumors a long time ago. Jaemin is nothing like Jeno, but he’s a gentleman, he’s straightforward but most of the time quiet. And most of the time you share silence not stories and you both love it that way.

You were different people but before you knew it, you were spending more time with each other.

On Valentine's day, you don’t know what came to his mind and brought you a bouquet of roses and gave it to you secretly. You were genuinely happy of course, but you just couldn’t smile that big and show him more. Seeing him from afar with a dozen roses and a smirk, with his black sling bag he uses for school that makes him so attractive… is enough to call your Valentine's day a memorable day.

“You’re special too,” he said and hands you the bouquet. “Ready to go home? Sorry I couldn’t help you with trash today, I picked these up right after school and rushed back-“

“Thank you” you cut him off with a friendly kiss on the cheek that made him blush and shy for the first time.

With a bouquet of roses on your left arm and the trash bin on your right hand, you came back to your classroom to get your stuff and put the bin back. You cleaned your hands and admire the roses as the afternoon sunlight hits them perfectly and finally come out again to meet Jaemin. Only to find him eavesdropping on the classroom near yours.

“What-“

“Shh” he cut you off with a ‘shh’ gesture and made you look at the half-closed door and made you listen to their conversation as well.

Jeno I like you too.

Were words that immediately ruined your day that Jaemin perfected. But this is not about you. Because when you turned your back and looked at the man beside you, you saw yourself. The pain that you’ve been feeling for months now, you saw it in Jaemin’s eyes too. Now you understand that you’re just two broken people who are still in pain. And you have no idea that he has been hurting too.

Of course, seeing Jeno with another girl hurt you badly, but seeing Jaemin get teary-eyed bothered you more. So you reached for his hand and whispered, ‘it’s okay’ even though it’s not, and walked away silently with him to continue your day together.

“Do you think they’re just doing this because people are gossiping about us?” you asked while you watch him stare at his coffee blankly. You’ve never seen him like this even though he’s always quiet and cold.

“N-no. I know my ex, uhm… she wouldn’t use anyone. Is Jeno-“

“No. I know him too. And I know that he’s happy when he found out about us,”

“So it’s true then. Their feelings for each other” he said and went back to staring at his coffee blankly.

You pursed your lips and let out a deep sigh. Allowing yourself to be hurt again by hearing the truth that you have been completely replaced in Jeno’s heart. There was silence. Then you decided to admire the flowers that Jaemin gave to you and feel the soft petals on your fingertips. This day could have been a turning page for the both of you, but now you’re both very sure that you’re not yet ready to open your hearts for somebody else.

“Red roses mean love and romance,” you said as you continue to admire the roses that he gave which made him smile a little. “Do you like me?” and just like that, you gave him the question that you’ve been meaning to ask for the past few months.

“I do” he answered without hesitating, which gave you a shock actually. “Do you?” he returned the question.

“I don’t,” you said the truth because you can’t repay him with lies. No. You can’t do that to Jaemin, “but you’ve become special to me. And I don’t want to lose you too,” Honestly you thought being honest to him will make him feel even more horrible but it didn’t. In fact, it brought the unique handsome smile you love seeing on his face.

“Though, it’s not right that we are using each other to forget our exes-“ you added but he cut you off immediately.

“But I need you, and honestly I’ve been very happy these past few weeks because of you” he confessed. And you wish that you could tell him the same thing but you can’t because it’s still Jeno. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not begging you to stay. You’re an adult and I have nothing against your decisions. But I really hope we could go back to normal and be closer now that we know what each other really feels. I will date you properly when the right time comes… Just not now that we're both still confused and not sure”

Everything did not make sense of course, and the right thing to do is refuse. But the past few weeks were actually good. Not great but still Jaemin was a huge change. So you nod your head and agreed that you should continue what you’re doing but promised each other that if either one of you feels pressured already, then you should stop.

As you continue seeing Jaemin and trying to move on from Jeno, you became comfortable with each other as days go by to the point that neither one of you cares if someone mentions that you look great together even though your relationship is not true.

It was a never-ending try to give each other the chance and love that you deserve. But at the same time, it was a never-ending process of healing from your exes, a never-ending heartbreak whenever you two hear something good about their relationship. And to be honest you’re both happy that you’re not facing this heartbreak alone.

You’re thankful for each other because you have each other’s backs. But in a different way.

Jaemin is thankful for you because he can hold your hand, hug you tightly from behind then whisper sweet words, and kiss your neck, whenever he wants to, and whenever he misses skinship with his ex.

You on the other hand, is thankful too because he does these various things to you and you can just close your eyes and he lets you imagine that he’s Jeno. Like now. You were just cuddling and watching the rain from his window when suddenly his hand roamed under your skirt while he was listening to you talk, and his cold fingers played on the hem of your panties. Teasing your pussy and moving his fingers up and down your wet cover slit.

“How does Jeno touch you? Is gentle? Rough?” He asks in the sexiest tone he ever used and started kissing your neck. You had a hard time answering his question because of what he’s doing, but your mind lurks on the memories you had with Jeno in his room.

You remember how Jeno fingered you in his bed, how two fingers always feel good and that’s how you like it, you remember that while his fingers are deep inside you, he is busy kissing your body. Planting soft kisses on your chest and on your boobs, kissing your nipples and making them sensitive and he puts them in his mouth and sucks it good until it's both swollen.

This is the first time Jaemin had touched you down there. And you swear, you don’t want him to stop and you just want to remove your panties and spread your legs for him.

“Jaem-“ you moaned out an airy tone. Calling his name with your eyes closed and parted lips. Feeling his fingers go up and down your wet slit still.

“Do you mean Jeno?” Jaemin asks. But truth be told he doesn’t mind you moaning his name instead on your first time going too far. And finally, he removed your panties and made you spread your legs for him which you gladly did. Putting two fingers slowly while he’s watching you make the sexiest faces that just simply makes him hard.

Jaemin never rushed, he took his sweet time with your body. Pushing you on the edge over and over again but you don’t know why you haven’t cum yet. His tongue and fingers together were somewhat calming and just made you breathe in and out deeply, which is relaxing while you spread your legs even more.

And when you finally came, it was a nice warm feeling all over your body. Like you just got out of the shower, wet and relaxed. Though you feel so tired, weak and sleepy... Jeno was never like this but your imagination was a big help that you moaned Jeno’s name a couple of times and that made Jaemin felt so accomplished.

“How about you? Don’t you want to cum?” you asked Jaemin while you watch him help you wear your panties again, kissing your thighs after.

“Maybe later,” he said, not admitting that he came earlier too, ruining his boxers briefs.

That day you did more than touching each other’s private parts but actually giving each other oral sex for the first time. His sheets were so ruined because he came so hard when you gave him a blowjob, a handjob and when he jerked himself in front of you while he watches you finger yourself. In return, he made you cum more than three times using his fingers and tongue. And you came home with a weak body and weak legs that you flopped straight in your bed and slept with a smile.

But there are times that it’s just the two of you. Just Jaemin and Y/n, no exes involved. Where you can be free being yourselves whenever you’re alone together. Like him snapping pictures of you out of nowhere while you’re busy kissing him, or whenever you just finished having sex and you’re both too lazy to get dressed again and he will suddenly capture amazing photos of you while you’re still naked in his bed, wearing nothing but the smile he gave you because of the sex.

“Hmm. Jaemin, these are beautiful. Can I have this one? I love seeing your works, it’s like I’m seeing myself through your eyes”

Little did you know that that simple compliment from you made him blush hard and his heart jump. It’s not every day he gets to be himself, but lately, he has been feeling so inspired with his craft and he had a good guess it’s because of you.

“You can keep this too, it’s one of my favorites,” he said and handed you a picture of you kissing him while he smiles so big and so handsome with both of your eyes closed. It’s a perfect moment, a moment that Jaemin captured in the middle of him being so happy that you’re showering him with kisses.

Jaemin is sweet and quiet as usual and he showers you with love and affection every day in his own way. He’s not the normal guy who will praise you and tell you that you’re beautiful, he will just simply look at you like you’re his favorite person in the world. Which you are now. He doesn’t talk too much because one, that’s his personality already and two, he simply loves listening to you even though you don’t talk too much yourself.

He is the complete opposite of Jeno, and that’s why he became special to you.

“Yesterday, me and my mom were at the mall and I saw them. Just from afar and they were about to enter the movies and… you know, seeing them together hurt” he says while kicking stones on your way to your house.

You can only imagine the pain he felt when he saw them spending time together, and now it’s your time to get hurt because Jeno used to bring you to the movies. Then it gave you an idea.

“Do you want to go to the movies tomorrow? My treat,” you said. Nervous and shy you slowly met eyes and stopped walking when you finally arrived in front of your house.

“Did you just realized that I haven’t taken you out on a date? Because I feel bad, I just realized it now” he rambles.

“No no,” you chuckled, “I simply wanted to go to the movies with you. So tomorrow?” you were slowly walking away from him with a small smile on your face. If Jaemin was being honest, he wanted to be with you just a little bit longer. But parting will make your meeting even sweeter the next day.

On the next day, you remember clearly that you said ‘my treat’ yesterday. But the whole day that you’re together he never let you pay for anything, not even a bottle of water. You feel at ease even though it’s your first date and it’s your first time seeing each other in casual clothes and not in your uniforms, or wearing nothing at all. He looked handsome in his get up, he knows how to dress and he sure does look like the warm person you know.

“Do you like anything else?” he whispered beside you while you two wait for the movie to start and watch people enter.

“No I’m just a little chilly. But I’m fine, keep your jacket,” you stopped him before he removes his jacket, you know he will. So instead of lending you his jacket, he kept you close and wrapped an arm around you.

“This is nice, right?” he whispered back and rested his head on yours.

During the movie, Jaemin did not try any funny business. Though you were waiting for it and of course you will give him your consent. If this was Jeno, by this time you’re whimpering and cumming on his fingers by now. But you’re with Jaemin right now, and Jaemin did nothing but hold your hand, keep you close and keep you warm. And the thing that he did that made your heart race the most, was when he tightens his embrace when the couple kissed in the movie, exchanged ‘i love yous’ and he pulled you closer to him. “We’ll get there,” he whispered, “Just remember that I’m the one here and not Jeno” and you nod because you agree to him.

Not long after your first date, you and Jaemin shared a kiss under a lamppost just before you enter your house. It was not your first kiss of course. But it was the first time that you two felt that there we're no lust involved. It was a genuine kiss. A kiss that told you ‘I’m glad you chose to stay in this stupid relationship we have’ not to mention his soft lips were addicting and he was gentle the whole time. He wasn’t rushing you, he wasn’t hungry for you. But you can feel his long to finally move on and give his love wholly to you.

“Is it okay if I kiss you like that every day from now on?” he asked softly, forehead to forehead and just enjoying the cold breeze of the evening and the quietness of the street.

It’s Jaemin, not Jeno. You remind yourself over and over again.

“Yes” you nod and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Kiss me again” you requested. And so Jaemin did, even deeper but this time he took your breath away during the kiss.

The moment you closed the door and Jaemin watched you go inside your house safely, you burst into tears because you can’t help but see Jeno in your head and imagine that it’s Jeno kissing you not Jaemin. Even though it felt nothing like Jeno’s kisses, even though you smell Jaemin’s unique cologne, still it’s Jeno whom you see in your head and it’s Jeno whom you really wanted to kiss.

Days passed by and you try a little harder to show him affection, you try a little harder to be with Jaemin and not think about your ex, you try saying Jaemin’s name more often. Calling him with a smile, surprising him with back hugs, smiling with him more. Honestly, you just want to help yourself with forgetting Jeno completely because it’s exhausting already.

Today is the school’s fair and you’ve been with your friends the whole day laughing and discussing boys over snacks, sex and other stuff. And while you and your friends have been participating in a lot of games today, Jaemin can’t stop taking pictures of you from afar and watch your pretty smile. The smile he’s been seeing a lot lately and he hopes that it’s because of him.

‘Hey beautiful, I like your smile’

You received a text from him, you look around where he is and you found him behind you. Smiling so handsomely with his camera slung on his shoulder. Your friends teased you and Jaemin for being all flirty with your glances, you have never been shy around him but now there are butterflies in your stomach. Jaemin then shamelessly showed your friends how he treats you nicely, he can’t kiss you inside the school grounds so he winked at you instead and smiled.

It definitely made everyone around you jealous. Especially when Jaemin started taking your pictures, something no one was ever seen Jaemin do.

At the end of the day, you and Jaemin walk hand in hand and went to his house to cuddle and flirt more in his bed. Hands intertwined, legs tangled, bodies closer and just listening to each other talk about the most random things.

That’s right, you and Jaemin now talk. No more comfortable silence, no more quiet walks, you’ve come so far to reach this level of comfort. And when you’re both comfortable in each other’s arms like this, you both never shut up about the things you want to share with each other. Like the comfortable silence was gone with your awkward and shy phase too.

You asked him how he used to love his ex and he never shuts up about it, and it is as if he was describing how he’s treating you but when it comes to you everything was better. Like how he used to not care about Valentines for his ex but for you he went to different kinds of flower shop just so he can find the best quality of red roses. He used to hate walking with his ex because it’s making him sweat like crazy, but when it comes to you, seeing and watching you go inside your home safely was satisfying.

“Jaemin what are we? Are we friends with benefits now? Or just friends?” you dropped the question out of nowhere while you two lie in your bed, and you play with his long and perfect eyelashes.

“Hmm. No, fuck buddies avoid feelings while we... well, we try to develop our feelings. Let’s say we're two waiting hearts, were not yet in love with each other but… we belong to each other already. How’s that sound?”

“Waiting hearts. Hmm. I like it. Did you made that up?” you giggle and ran your fingertips on his very soft lips, which made him catch your hand and kiss it before he opens his beautiful eyes again.

“Yeah” he says, “But everything I said was true. Moving on is a bitch and I just can’t wait to love you right,”

And those words were just right. Perfect actually, that it made you kiss him sweetly and sincerely. And with your lips and the way you kiss, Jaemin felt that you made a promise to him. Like you’re not going to make him wait for nothing. And because of that he deepens the kiss and went on top of you, placing his body in between your legs, kissing your body nonstop and whispering sweet things to you.

“When we're finally and officially together, I won’t hurt you as Jeno did,” and you believe him because even though that you’re a wreck now, Jaemin stayed and put up with you.

He suddenly stopped kissing you, letting you breathe and bask at this moment, then he swallowed the lump in his throat and told you the truth. “I’m finally getting there…by the way, I mean, all I think about is us-you,” he was talking about his progress of moving on. “You don’t have to be pressured or anything at this point just, focus on yourself. Okay?” he said and kissed you again.

As your days with Jaemin continues, you don’t see Jeno anymore whenever you’re with Jaemin. No more imagining, it’s just you, the moment, and Jaemin. Though you’re not sure if you’ve already moved on this time or you’re just too overwhelmed because of Jaemin. Still, you know to yourself that you’re getting there and Jaemin is the reason why you’re even more closer to peace now. But you haven’t told him yet because you’re not ready. For you, you know that he will not leave and so it’s okay to take your time.

It started when you realized everything that he has done for you and the things that he’s ready to do for you. Loving again, or being given the opportunity to love someone again so deep is something so special and exciting especially when the man who holds your heart and the one waiting for you right now is Jaemin. The life you’re taking before Jaemin was like a black tunnel that you’ve been walking around in circles for some time now. And you sure as hell don’t want to take that path again.

And just thinking about experiencing the things that Jaemin has to offer, you can only do that if you give up on Jeno. So with great effort, you slowly focus your mind only on Jaemin and replace every bit of Jeno in your life with Jaemin, and from now on you make sure that you have something in return for him.

“Jaemin-“ you moan his name. Something so new and so satisfying for Jaemin to hear it's his name you moan now, not Jeno’s.

“You know, you make me shy whenever you say my name” he catches his breath and came closer to you to plant kisses on your back and knead your boobs from behind, nipples hard and swollen because you’ve been in bed with him for almost two hours now. “What do you need?” he asks while making you feel good with his lips and hands.

“Maybe slow down? I’m not going anywhere,” you hear him giggle from behind because of your request, slapping your but playfully and squeezing it good. Then suddenly, out of nowhere he rolled his hips, and let out a sexy grunt. “Fuck Jaemin, I wasn’t ready-“ you croak and landed on the mattress, face first as you grip the sheets and take Jaemin’s cock followed by a wave of hard and fast thrusts.

He kept a firm grip on your waist as he gives you hard thrusts and he kept you down on the mattress, a hand on your waist and a hand on your nape. It kept your movements minimal that’s why you can’t do anything now that you’re on the edge and he’s torturing you using his dick. But the best part of Jaemin fucking you from behind is the way he fucks you rough... so rough sometimes that you get red marks after a good round. This only happens whenever he catches his breath, but sometimes his thrusts become slow and deeper and honestly you feel like he’s rearranging your insides. And of course you love it whenever he’s just so fast and the sound of skin slapping surrounds his room and the impact of his thrust just drags you on the mattress, almost at the edge of the bed and he would have to drag your body towards him and fuck you faster and harder.

But this time, your pussy is so sensitive and your body is giving up and shivering already that you try and push him away, moan his name for mercy, grip his sheets while you arch your back so beautifully to ease your sensitivity.

“You said you’re not going anywhere? Why are you running away from me? Huh?” it was a sexy tone and his thrusts started to go slow but deeper than before and he had spread your legs again from behind. His arm is around your neck and ends at your shoulder, bodies closer than ever as he puts his whole weight on you and you feel his hard rock abs hits your back. Then he started thrusting hard again but now you can’t move your body because he got you locked in his arms, and instead of gripping the sheets, you now grip Jaemin’s arm and hands as you don’t have a choice but to accept his hard thrust.

Thrust after thrust, you breathe heavily and let out groans and call out his name. Until your body can’t take it anymore and you’re shaking uncontrollably and you did everything you can to push him away and try curling yourself into a ball but Jaemin was quick to flip you on your back and reach in for a deep kiss.

Kissing you while you cum and enjoy your orgasm. Feeling his tongue swirl around your as your body shakes and his hands caress your thighs so you could calm down and melt on his kiss.

After you cum, you and Jaemin did not stop kissing. He stayed above you, in between your legs and proceed to make out. Slowly and passionately, hands roaming to appreciate each other’s body, hands together and your lips locks and you look at each other with deep admiration.

“I want to date for real now. I’m so afraid to lose you Y/n,” he said directly into your eyes and rested his forehead on yours. “I promise I can do more for you, just be mine completely” he reached for your hands and kissed your knuckles.

Finally, you thought. And to be honest you have so much to say but none came out from your mouth. You looked at his tired sex face, his hair is all over his face, sweaty and his lips are swollen because of your intense kisses. And because your heart is full of happiness right now, you just nod so fast and cup his face and attacked him with kisses.

A love for love.

The first few days with Jaemin were beautiful. You both have your hearts full of love admiration towards one another and you shower each other with love every day without having second thoughts. You have never been loved like this and you didn’t know that you can love someone as deeply.

In just a few days, lust and love were perfectly balanced in your relationship. Now that you’re officially together, you and Jaemin would rather talk non-stop while holding hands, laugh and laugh until you’re both in tears, rather than have sex and exhaust each other out. But of course, now that you’re together, you can finally have the right to stay the night at their house, meet his family, have quiet sex at night where Jaemin’s lips are on your lips, catching every sound and moan you make so his parents won’t suspect.

“I love you,” you said and kissed him before you close your eyes and drift away. In return, he tightens his embrace and kissed you one too many times.

“I love you too,”

Now that you and Jaemin are official, he wanted to do everything again with you. Meaning, he wanted to give you flowers again as your boyfriend this time and not just as someone who’s waiting for you. He wanted to take you out on a proper date as your boyfriend, on your favorite fast food and spend all night long being happy with you.

SUNDAY

At first, you didn’t want to agree with his plan because him giving you all his love every day was enough. But he insists, and that’s why you’re waiting for your handsome boyfriend at your favorite fast food with a glass of water in front of you. He’s 30 minutes late already and you wonder why.

“I’ll get the red ones please, my girlfriend loved those last Valentine's day,” Jaemin’s smile was so big as he watches the florist wrap the red roses he got for you. He’s late because he went to the same shop where he bought you the flowers that you loved last Valentine's day.

And just as Jaemin walks out of the flower shop with a bouquet of red roses in his arm and a smile on his face, he thought about how this night will definitely be a great night for the two of you. And most importantly, no exes to ruin your first date as a couple.

While you were waiting for Jaemin inside, you didn’t know that he’s outside with a dozen roses in his arm and just smiling because he is now looking at the girl whom he loves the most.

Then suddenly, his phone rang and accepted an unexpected phone call. The voice of the girl on the other line was familiar. Very familiar. And his fist balled up immediately when he heard her crying through the phone. Turns out, he still can’t say no to the girl he used to love so much and his excitement on seeing you was immediately replaced with anger.

“Who made you cry? Where are you?” Jaemin asked sternly to his ex.

“He left me Jaems- I’m sorry I don’t know who else to call, I’m at home can you please go here? I really need someone right now, I’ll lose my mind,”

And just like that, he chose his ex over you. He told himself, he will be quick and still meet you afterward. But you waited for an hour… until closing time. Leaving tons and tons of messages to Jaemin but he didn’t return any of them. Maybe something important came up? A family matter? You tried and tried to forgive him even though you’re pissed that he didn’t show up. You even reminded yourself that you didn’t want this date in the first place so why be upset? So it’s okay.

When you’re finally near your house after a very disappointing date that could have been a beautiful one for you and Jaemin, a very familiar figure was waiting for you outside your house.

One glance at that perfect face, small crescent eyes, and beautiful smile, gave your mind an instant flashback. The guy who loved you first way before Jaemin came into your life, the man who loved you in your highs and lowest moment, the man you’ve been waiting to come back…. is finally back.

“How are you?” he started.

“Better. Jeno, what are you doing here?” you asked, straight to the point.

“I just came by to see you. I’m the one who ruined us but I still miss you from time to time you know? And now I know why,”

“And that is?”

“Regrets. Now that I’m single again, for sure my regrets will even weigh more,” he let out a heavy sigh and looked at his shoes before he gave you a question. A question that he already knows the answer. “If I ask you to come back, will you accept it?” he didn’t look you in the eye. He just stared at the sky and waited for your answer.

“No,” you said honestly and without regrets. “I waited for you to come back long enough. And I worked so hard to be healed again,”

“Then I should’ve asked you earlier then. I should’ve left her earlier,”

What he said sounded wrong for you. Because you know if he did those earlier you will end up hurting Jaemin instead. At least now, it’s clear like the sky above that you no longer love Jeno.

The night ended with a friendly hug. It’s the only comfort you can offer to him because you respect your boyfriend. And you well know that staying longer with Jeno tonight can spark your first fight with Jaemin.

But as you lie in your bed and think about everything that happened tonight, your mind takes you to unwanted scenarios where Jaemin chose to comfort his ex rather than meeting up with you. It’s not right to doubt Jaemin, so you close your eyes and looked forward to the next day.

And just as you thought, you’re going to wake up with a bunch of missed calls or texts from Jaemin, you have none. So there is something wrong.

Jaemin on the other hand is staring at a white ceiling and thinking about the things that he can’t take back right now. It’s too early for regrets but he doesn’t have a choice but to rethink his wrong decisions, over and over again. Starting when he answered the phone call from the naked girl beside him right now. The wrong decisions he made last night was the epitome of the phrase, ‘one thing led to another’

He answered the call and stood you up.

He went to his ex’s house.

He returned the kiss.

He agreed to fuck.

It was all his choice. Wrong choices that made him lose and lost you way before your relationship could have bloomed beautifully. And he can’t take that back because he can't show his face to you anymore for the sexual activity that happened last night between him and his ex, somehow brought them back together.

SUNDAY

It all happened so fast but the heartbreak stayed and the process of healing is very slow.

Seven days have passed already when Jaemin stood you up on a date to choose his ex over you. The reason? Well, you don’t know because you and Jaemin did not talk it out… the breakup sort of happened automatically when you saw him and his now girlfriend again, holding hands while entering the school grounds on a cold Monday morning. And that’s what made it worst because you remember that all you ever did was love him and be better to make way for the love you thought you both want.

Every day, you go to school, attend class, study hard but you always looked so gloomy. Again. And whenever Jaemin crosses paths with you in the hallways, he knew he hurt you badly and that he broke every promise he told you. He can only wish that he could turn back time and choose to not answer that fucking call.

Just like that, you’re back in that black tunnel and you didn’t expect that Jaemin will be the reason why you’re back on this dark path again. And this time, the heartbreak was ten times even worst than what you felt during your breakup with Jeno.

A few more weeks after the breakup, you started being alone with yourself again and try to give your heart a break from all the drama.

But one fateful afternoon, when everyone had gone home already and you’re on trash duty again, as usual, Jaemin finally decided to swallow his pride and say the apology you deserve.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Jaemin said out of nowhere. He was looking straight into your eyes when he said it, and you can see that he’s sincere through his eyes.

“I hope you’re happy” and that's all you can say and try to walk away.

“I’m not- do you still love me?”

It was a question that broke both of your hearts because you both know that even though love is involved, it’s still not enough to keep you together.

But still, you answered him with all honesty. “Yes” short and simple.

“Then let's be together-“ he proposed with hopeful eyes.

“And what? Cheat?” you ask sternly, he nodded. “One of the reasons why I liked you back then is because you’re not complicated. You’re a simple ‘yes’ and ‘no’, but now you’re the one who complicates things. I’m sorry. It’s a no,” and that is an answer Jaemin did not expect from you because he thought you loved him that much that you’re still going to accept him. But maybe, the pain that he’s feeling right now, is the same pain that you felt when he chose his ex over you that night.

As days, months, and seasons change but of course the heartbreak never left, you focus more on being with yourself until finally you survived this school year and today is your last day in school. But before everything ended, a lot has happened before it finally ended, like Jeno suddenly transferring schools, Jaemin is single again, and you were awarded for ranking #3 out of hundreds of other students studying their asses off.

That same afternoon, while you’re fixing your stuff and ready yourself to go home under the pouring rain, Jaemin found you alone in your classroom again. And it felt like you’re meeting again for the first time. You don’t know why you accepted his help, you don’t know why you let him walk you home under his small umbrella that made you walk closely together.

He was quiet. You were quiet. But it was not the comfortable silence you used to have, it was very awkward. But you both endured it because if you’re both going to be honest with your feelings, you both wanted this.

“Are we going to do this again?” you ask before you enter your house.

“Yes. The right way,”

And you know you both found your way back to each other because it’s the right thing to do.

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