and when her eyes were open

4: A Little White Lie

Ron

“Mommy…. Daddy,” I heard as I stirred in my sleep.

I opened my eyes slowly to see my daughter between me and Freddie in the bed.

“Hey, sweetie,” I kissed her forehead.

Freddie’s body shifted in the bed. She opened her eyes slightly.

Luna smiled, “I thought you were going home yesterday.”

“Yea, well, I ended up falling asleep here.”

She smiled, “I’m so happy now.”

“Oh yea? Why’s that??”

“Because you’re back with mommy,” she smiled.

I raised my eyebrows. Damn. How am I gonna respond to this?

Freddie cleared her throat, “Good morning, baby,” she looked at Luna.

Luna smiled, hugging Freddie. She kissed her cheek, “Good morning, mommy.”

Freddie smiled. They looked so much alike when they smiled. Freddie looked at her, “Hey, did you brush your teeth?”

“Ummm…” Luna looked around.

“Exactly,” she raised her eyebrows, “You know what you’re supposed to do when you wake up. Go take care of that and me and daddy will prepare to make you some breakfast, okay?”

“Okay,” she hugged Freddie again before hopping off the bed and running out. She was a mommy’s girl. She loved me too, but I can tell Freddie was her favorite.

Freddie looked at me, “Last night was definitely a mistake, Ron.”

“A mistake? You were the one basically dragging me into your room.”

She playfully rolled her eyes, “I didn’t drag you anywhere. I suggested. You agreed,” she smirked, “And it’s a mistake because I didn’t plan on you sleeping here, too. Now she thinks we’re back together.”

“Yea, I know,” I looked down, “I don’t know how to break it to her.”

“I don’t want to confuse her, Ron,” she looked at me, “And I know I’m the one who comes onto you most times, but.. I don’t know,” she sighed.

I just stared at her. She’s the most indecisive person I know.

“You have Micaela. And as much as I don’t like her, maybe that’s where you belong.”

“And you belong with Lawrence?”

“Ron, please. I just started dating him, I don’t know where I belong. Okay? I just… I don’t want it to be with you. Not cause it’s not something I’m interested in. But because you’ve already moved on. I can’t stay stuck on you forever.”

“So you have this epiphany after I cheat on my girlfriend?”

“Ron, I’m sorry,” she got up, “I’ll make you breakfast. After that, I think you should go. I’ll explain everything to her.”

I sighed. Freddie never fails to get a rise out of me. Good or bad.

Whitley

I looked at Dwayne as he slept peacefully. He was knocked out on the couch and I was in the kitchen preparing us breakfast. I was able to watch him over the island, it gave me a good view of the family room.

No matter how angry I would get thinking about our situation, no matter how much I made Dwayne sleep on the couch, I could never let him go hungry. It’s just something that I couldn’t do. Maybe I knew he was sorry. I don’t know.

I thought back to yesterday’s counseling session and Dr. Novak really opened my eyes. Of course, she opened my eyes about how Dwayne looked at his affair but she made me look at myself in a way that I never did before. Maybe I’m not always the victim. Maybe I hurt people, too.

And what Dr. Novak said about us not appreciating each other made sense. In a lot of ways, I don’t understand Dwayne and I know he doesn’t understand me either. We’re always having small fits, even if they don’t last longer than an hour. He doesn’t understand the way I love him and sometimes I don’t understand the way he loves me. But I know he tries to understand and I try, too. I just hope we never give up trying.

Another reason I couldn’t be too mad at Dwayne this morning is because Dr. Novak had given us an assignment to write down five things we wrote about each other. When we got home, we did it.

Flashback

I laid on the couch while Dwayne sat down. He let me rest my feet on his lap. We both had notepads in our hands, writing our five appreciations of one another.

“Whitley?” He said quietly while writing.

“Yes, Dwayne?” I kept my eyes on my paper as I finished my list.

“I’m sorry for betraying you. I hurt you in ways where if it was the other way around, I’d be devastated. I was selfish. Yes, you weren’t listening to me, but I should’ve found a different outlet, not a different woman,” he continued to write.

“I’m sorry, too. I was hearing you but I was paying you any attention. I was letting my need for nice things push me to take care of my work before I took care of my husband,” I looked at him.

He finished writing, putting his pen down, “I appreciate you, Whitley,” he looked me in my eyes.

“I appreciate you, too, Dwayne.”

“What do you appreciate about me?”

“You first. You cheated, you have more to prove.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Okay, the first thing I appreciate is how protective you are of me. I appreciate the way you take care of our two beautiful children. I appreciate the way you take care of yourself and look good every second of the day without even trying.”

I blushed, looking down.

“I appreciate how faithful you are to me. And I appreciate all the love you give me even when you’re upset with me.”

“That was sweet, Dwayne,” I half smiled at him.

“Thank you,” he smiled back.

“Now here’s my list. I appreciate how smart you are. I appreciate how you spend time with the children because having a good relationship with your father is such an important thing. I appreciate that no matter how difficult I can be, you have the patience to make things right. I appreciate you getting me this beautiful house. And I appreciate you stopping that wedding. I was hoping you would the second I put on that wedding dress,” I looked up at him, my first time ever admitting it to him.

“Really? You made it seem like you realized I was who you wanted once I got to the alter.”

“No,” I shook my head, “You were always who I wanted. I was praying you’d stop me. You came to the house to talk to me the night before. In my head I was begging for you to tell me not to go through with it. I was even hoping Kim would stop me. I wanted you but I didn’t want to face it.”

“Wow. I would’ve never known, the way you moved on so easily.”

“Oh, please. Every date you had after we split, I was always so jealous and angry. Even while I was with Byron.”

“You remember when you were with Byron and I came over your place to get the rest of my things?” He smirked.

I blushed, covering my face with my hands, “Oh, god.”

“Mhm,” he smirked, “Had you screaming my name an hour later,” he chuckled, “That was one my favorite days with you.”

I laughed, “That was only one of your favorite days because I was dating Byron and you liked the fact that I had a man, yet I couldn’t resist you.”

He smiled, “That’s very accurate. It assured me that somewhere in that heart you still loved me.”

“I never stopped, Dwayne,” I smiled at him.

“You had to, cause I’m still on this couch.”

I smirked, getting up off the couch, “You’re on this couch for other reasons. You’ll be able to get back into bed soon, though. Soon.”

End of Flashback

I finished making Dwayne’s egg white omelette with toast, mine was already made. We started eating a little less heavy after the kids, to avoid being unhealthy.

“Dwayne!” I called out to him, opening the fridge.

No response.

“Dwayne!” I called out again.

“Hmm?” I heard him groan.

I placed the carton of orange juice on the counter. I walked over to him, “Your breakfast is ready. Wake up.”

“Okay,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

“Dwayne,” I said sternly.

“I’m up, I’m up,” he slightly opened his eyes.

“Go freshen up, so we can eat.”

“Together?” He looked up at me, stretching.

“Yes. We’re trying to get this marriage back on track, right? Come on.”

“Okay, okay,” he sat up.

I walked over to the counter, to pour us some orange juice. I listened as he went over to our bathroom in our room. He didn’t sleep with me but all his stuff was still in our room & bathroom.

I had everything set up on the table. I just sat, waiting for him to join me.

He walked over and sat down in front of him plate, “Oh, thank you,” he looked at his food and smiled, “I’m surprised.”

“What is there to be surprised about? I always make you food.”

“Yes, you do, but… you haven’t sat down at a table with me in forever,” he smiled as he started to eat.

“Yea, well, I can’t put all the pressure on you to make things better. I gotta at least attempt to get over my anger and help things get better, too,” I took a bite of the toast.

“Thank you. And guess what?”

“What?”

“Kinishewa approved the transfer. I can start back in their Virginia office this Wednesday.”

“You go, boy,” I smirked.

He laughed, “Thank you, thank you. How’s things going with E.H Wright?”

“They’re still seeing if they can get a position to put me in.”

“They’re gonna let someone go for you?”

“They said they’re planning on letting a few people go, anyway. So when everything is final, they’ll call me,” I started to eat my omelette.

“Okay, okay, that’s good,” he drank some of his orange juice, “You look beautiful this morning.”

“I always look beautiful, Dwayne,” I smirked as I ate.

“That is true, but it’s nice to see you not pout all day. Happiness looks lovely on you.”

“I’m semi-happy, don’t push it.”

He chuckled, “Semi-happy?”

“Yes, semi-happy,” I raised an eyebrow.

He shook his head, “You’re something else.”

-

The doorbell rang and I just knew it was my babies.

Me and Dwayne both jumped up as soon as we heard it. We both made our way to the door, he letting me open it.

Both kids ran to us. Aiko ran to Dwayne and DJ ran to me. DJ hugged me tight but I couldn’t help but notice that Aiko’s hair was pressed. Immediately, I knew today wasn’t going to be a good one.

I didn’t let what I noticed ruin my happiness to see my kids, though. I hugged DJ back, holding him so tight to me. I haven’t seen him in a week.

“Mama, you’re squeezing me,” DJ said muffled into my chest.

I laughed, “I’m so sorry, baby, I just missed you,” my hand brushed his cheek. He looks so much like his daddy.

“I missed you, too,” he smiled until he looked around, “This is our new house?!” He looked shocked.

“Yes, baby, and your room is upstairs, already made for you and everything. You wanna go see?”

“Yes!” He smiled big.

“Okay, but just hold on and wait for-”

It was like he tuned me right out because I never seen him run up a flight of steps so quickly.

I shook my head, “Hi, mother,” I looked at my mom before reaching to hug her.

She hugged back, apprehensively. She knew I was upset with her. She just knew. She half smiled, “Hello, dear. The house looks lovely.”

“Thank you,” I looked at Dwayne who was holding Aiko.

Dwayne kissed her cheek, “How’s my beautiful princess?”

“Good,” she smiled putting her little arms around Dwayne’s neck.

“You’re not gonna give your Mama a hug, too?” I faked a pout.

She giggled, “No, mama, don’t cry,” she reached her arms out to me.

I smiled as Dwayne handed her to me, “You’re looking adorable,” I held her in my arms.

Dwayne greeted my mother, giving her a respectful hug and kiss on the cheek. He looked at me, “Where did my boy go?”

“To check out his room. Make sure he’s in the right room, please.”

“No problem,” he ran upstairs.

I’m sure they will be up there for at least an hour. They always end up playing a video game together whenever they’re spending time with one another.

I looked at my mom, “You straightened her hair?” I held Aiko, touching a strand of her long hair. I never noticed how long it was.

“Don’t you like it, Mama? Now my hair kind of looks like yours,” she smiled.

“Yes, baby, it’s gorgeous,” I smiled at Aiko before looking at my mother, “You didn’t ask my permission to do this.”

“Oh, Whitley, come on. It wasn’t a relaxer, I just got it pressed. No big deal. Now will you show me around the house or not?”

“Okay, I’ll show you around but this conversation is not over.”

My mother rolled her eyes. I was furious. This is exactly what I did not want for Aiko. I want Aiko to love her natural self, not feel the need to change to be beautiful. I took a deep breath to calm myself before deciding to walk my mom around the new house.

And of course, she’s never pleased. I could’ve always renovated something better or matched the throw pillows with the couch better or some bullshit. She didn’t like how I decorated Aiko’s room nor was she too please about DJ’s room. She insisted that she redecorate the guest room as she’s so sure that she’d be the person in it more often than anybody else but I told her she could do that another time. The only room she seemed to like was me and Dwayne’s. But she hated our bathroom decor, but that’s fine.

“You could’ve spruced it up a little better, but in all, it’s okay,” she sat on the couch.

I had Aiko on my lap, “Mother, do you have to dislike everything?”

“I’m just saying, Whitley, you’ve could’ve done better. It’s all coming from a good place to see you do great.”

Dwayne walked into the kitchen. I looked over at him, “What are you gonna try and sneak upstairs?” I said a little louder so he could hear me.

He looked over the island, “Come on, we’re a little thirsty. I’ll just take two juice boxes up there.”

“Make that three. Would you mind taking Aiko upstairs with you?”

“That’s fine,” he went into the fridge.

I looked at my mom, “Hold on, mother,” I got up and walked to the kitchen with Aiko in my hand. I handed her over to Dwayne.

“You’re gonna hold one of these for me, okay?” He handed Aiko one of the juice boxes.

“Okay,” she opened her hand and grabbed it.

I whispered to Dwayne, “You know I’m furious about this,” I looked at Aiko’s hair then back at Dwayne.

“Talk to her about it,” he whispered back.

I nodded, “I will,” I mouthed. I made my way back over to my mother, hearing Dwayne make his way back upstairs.

She was waiting patiently, a small smile on her face.

I sat down on the couch, “Mother, about Aiko’s hair-”

“Oh, honey, you guys don’t have any wine in this house?” She stood up, looking towards the kitchen.

I gave a frustrated sigh, “Mother, I’m trying to talk to you about-”

“Yes, yes, I know what this conversation is going to be about. I just know I’m going to need a glass of wine to endure it.”

“Whatever you say,” I sighed and got up, leading her to the kitchen.

“Thank you very much, sweetheart.”

I stayed quiet. I walked over to the cupboard where we store our wine & wine glasses, and took one glass out. I took down a bottle of wine, too. I filled it up halfway before stopping.

“To the top, darling,” my mother commented.

“You’re not getting drunk with my children in the house.”

“I know how to handle myself. To the top, Whitley.”

I sighed in frustration, filling the glass to the top with wine.

“Thank you,” my mom smiled, “I can tell this isn’t of much quality, so I need a little more to substitute,” she sat down at the small table in the kitchen.

“Mhm,” I sat down with her, “So, now, about my daughter’s hair..”

“Mhm?” She sipped on the wine.

Dwayne

I came downstairs, a little worried about how Whitley was doing. I know this is a sensitive subject for her and she doesn’t play when it comes to people trying to change Aiko’s appearance or say mean things about her for it. I also know Marion intimidates Whitley way too much and most times Whitley backs down in fear of losing her mother. I just hope that changes tonight. I stood by the staircase, listening and peeking over into the kitchen.

“Why?” Whitley looked at her mother.

“Why what?” Marion had a large glass of wine in her hand.

“Why’d you get it straightened? I told you that’s not what I wanted.”

“You told me you didn’t want to chemically relax her hair, you didn’t say a thing about using heat to do it.”

“Mother, really? I think I was very straightforward about not wanting to damage my daughter’s hair.”

“It’s not. Whitley, how many times do I have to tell you there’s no chemicals?” Marion took a sip of her wine.

“Oh, please,” Whitley rolled her eyes, “You really think putting flat irons and hot combs to my three year old daughter’s hair isn’t going to damage it? Her hair isn’t even mature enough for that. You could’ve permanently damaged her hair for good.”

“Whitley, hair grows,” she nonchalantly looked at Whitley.

“In case you don’t know, my daughter has wild, curly hair. My daughter’s hair is much more delicate than my own, and needs to be treated in a much more delicate way. It needs to be loved in a more delicate way. So, no, I can’t just throw a hot comb in her hair and just say hair grows. She’s too young.”

“Okay, so then wash it and it’ll be just how you like it, again! Why does this bother you so much?!”

“Because I’m tired of you! I’m tired of you putting your opinions where they don’t belong. I’m tired of you controlling every aspect of my life.”

I smiled to myself. That’s my girl.

“Oh, I didn’t control a thing. You married that poor man, didn’t you?”

I scoffed quietly, shaking my head. I know Marion doesn’t like me as much as she pretends to. I wasn’t her preference in who Whitley married. She wanted Byron.

“Why do you keep calling Dwayne poor? Who do you think paid for this house?”

Marion was quiet. She drank her glass till it was empty. She stood up to pour herself another glass.

“Mother, just because Dwayne doesn’t have inherited wealth and the lineage you would’ve liked doesn’t make him poor. We have so much since Tokyo, he’s done way more than you’d like to admit-”

“Including cheat on you,” Marion sat down with another glass. She sipped it.

“Don’t you throw that in my face,” Whitley’s voice became a little more hostile. She was getting angry but trying to respect her mother and not yell.

“Fine,” she continued to drink.

“I’m tired of you talking to me like I have no feelings and everything you say must happen. I don’t care if you don’t like my house decorations, I don’t care if you don’t like my husband, and I do not care if you don’t like my children’s skin and hair. I’m sorry they aren’t the way you hoped they’d be.”

“Oh, Whitley, spare me. You think I don’t know how hard it is to be a black girl? Yes, I’m a little snobby here and there, but I’ve experienced things, too. Why do you think I’ve tried so hard to get the things I have now? Why do you think I married your father? Yes, I loved him, but he was able to give me and my daughter a life that was better than the one I grew up in. And I made sure that my daughter didn’t have the same hardships as me. I made sure my daughter wouldn’t have to be teased for her dark skin and her kinky hair and wouldn’t be looked at as just another black girl with an attitude. Why didn’t you want that for your children? I don’t understand.”

“Because you’re not proud of who you are and that’s why you made sure I was far from it! But I don’t want to be like you, mother. I don’t want to make sure that my daughter has light skin and loose curls and all those things. I wanted to have kids with the man that loved me, rich or poor. I wanted to have kids that reminded me of my man, because they would be proof of our love. Dark, light, kinky hair, or loose hair, I’d love them. And teach them to love themselves.”

The conversation was getting a little heated so I decided maybe to come in and loosen the tension.

I walked into the kitchen making my to where Whitley was sitting, “Hey, Whitley, is it okay if-”

“Well, I’m happy it was so easy for you to make the decisions you did,” Marion slurred slightly, cutting me off.

I stood next to Whitley’s chair, looking at how drunk these two glasses of wine really got Marion.

“But it wasn’t easy for me. Asking Mercer to take in a child that he knew wasn’t his and love her as his own wasn’t easy!”

My mouth dropped. Did she just say what I heard her say?

Whitley scoffed in disbelief, “What?”

“Mercer wanted me for years and once I got pregnant with you, he’s who I ran to because I knew he’d be able to support us in a way I couldn’t do on my own,” Marion didn’t even know she was spilling out such words.

“Mother, what are you saying?” Her voice cracked. She sounded like she wanted to cry.

I rested a hand on her shoulder, preparing to hear news that wasn’t going to be good.

“Well, years and years ago, I was infatuated with this white man from Normandy, France,” she smiled as if she was reminiscing, “He was living in Virginia for business opportunities and once we got together, we traveled all of France. I met his family over there, we saw the Eiffel Tower in Paris. We spent months in hotels, just exploring the country and he was so proud to show me off,” her smile faded as she took another sip of her wine, “And once I realized I was pregnant he just… disappeared. So I did what I had to do.”

Tears were running down Whitley’s face, “So you’re saying daddy’s not my father?”

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@merryfortune, @breakdawn-avenue

Prompt: Forceful Kiss (aka the fun has just begun)

Yuya was frozen.  No matter what the rational side of him shouted, it felt as if the entire world was shrinking down to just the two of them  Maybe that’s as large as the world had ever needed to be.  He couldn’t even fathom moving, he was so entranced by the sight of her.

Yuzu was safe.  Even after going through such a horrible bike crash, there looked to not be a single scratch on her.  He should have been overwhelmed with joy, but that dark outfit of hers gave him pause.  

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a few days ago the person i was cycling next to thought she heard something drop from her bike when we were riding home, so we dismounted and walked back a few paces to see what she’d dropped. she hadn’t dropped anything; what we had heard was the distinctive ‘pop’ you apparently hear when you ride over the back of a beautiful green frog. it was early in the morning, everything very clear and still. the frog was entirely intact, eyes open, grass-green, gold and perfect; not moving. the only thing visible was a tiny bit of red foam running from its mouth. 

there is really nothing especially profound about this but i haven’t been able to forget the frog, maybe in part because i was so aware that this was an entirely normal way for things to go. the image just seems to be burned into the back of my mind. the strange stillness of the moment. the way death seemed inexplicable and unreal, but in the kind of morning light that makes life seem very new and entirely foreign too, nothing feeling quite real and at the same time the outlines of everything drawn so sharply, like the lines of a drawing. i didn’t really feel anything except the feeling of my mind just not being able to grasp the world i live in at all, sliding past some sort of perfect, merciless geometric glittering in the sun. or alternatively; encapsulated in a perfect dead grass green frog in early morning light. 

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“Changing the subject real quick..” Valentine excitedly hummed as she picked up her laptop, speedily rummaged though her pictures, sent the one she was looking for to Basil and smiled up at him as he looked at the billboard for Lady Beatrice’s Curiosity Circus and Bizarre Bazaar that Valentine, and the rest of the performers, were featured in.

“Way-hay! How smart do you look!” he beamed as his eyes fell to her posing “All go, innit? Opening night’s got to be soon.You’re probably sick of me asking this, but when is it again? Brain’s like a ruddy sieve these days”

“It’s next Saturday. You can make it, right?”

She didn’t really need to ask him as his fallen face said it all.

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I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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Lucky 💫

“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.

“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.

“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”

“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”

Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?

“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?

“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.

Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.

“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.

“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face,  Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”

“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”

Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.

Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.

He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.

“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.

“What did you do?”

“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”

Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.

“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”

Harry’s frown deepened.

“What did she put in his tea?”

Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”

Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.

“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open.

“That’s why he’s being so weird?”

“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.

Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.

Oh!

Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.  

Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.

As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.

the bittersweet between my teeth

Pairing: Daenerys Targaryen x Jon Snow
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 3,750

Belowdecks, all Jon could hear were the creaks of the boat as they rode the gently rolling waves to White Harbor and his own quick, shaky breaths. He lingered outside the queen’s quarters, shoring up the courage to knock. There were no sounds coming from beyond the door. Perhaps the queen was already asleep. Perhaps, despite the lingering looks, first in her council room then later in the mess hall over dinner, she wasn’t waiting for him at all.

He wet his lips, eyes boring into the finely carved Targaryen sigil in her door. It was foolish to be nervous. He could face down the White Walkers and their dead with all the grit of a true Northern-born son, lead the Night’s Watch and thousands of Wildlings as Lord Commander, and protect the people of Winterfell as King in the North–but all that went to shit when Daenerys so much as looked at him, that violet-hued gaze as sharp as Valyrian steel.

And yet, whatever misgiving he had about being here, he knew she wouldn’t turn him away. It was inevitable he’d end up here. He knew that much.

Gods be good. One more deep, fortifying breath, and he rapped a sharp knock on her door. He didn’t wait long for her to answer. Hazy lighting from candles and a crackling fire illuminated her silhouette from behind as she opened the door, staying her movements at the sight of him. There was surprise in that normally impassive, steely-eyed stare. And–acknowledgement, he thought. A shared understanding.

She knew it was inevitable, too.

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Feelings

Originally posted by shoot-the-smiley

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUT ASF. Also mentions of Domestic Abuse 

Request by: @talia-grace-daniels Imagine based on the song Feelings by Maroon 5 :) Also Incorporated @delish-duck ‘s request for the reader having an abusive boyfriend and Tom being protective

Word Count: 3,500

A/N: People fr need to stop coming after me in my messages. I know I write smut. I’m 20 years old and write this stuff for people who actually want to read it. That’s why I put warnings before the imagine starts so I don’t have to deal with messages but I still get them.. -.-

I’M 20 LEMMA WRITE MY SEXUAL THOUGHTS BOUT TOM. BYE.


ps. I used the word trousers because its fun to say? Let me live lmao


*Slides down the pole throwing the smut to you hungry darlings*



[Reader’s POV]


“Fucking asshole” you mutter throwing your phone onto your bed. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend now had been cheating on you for months.


   You caught him fucking her when you stopped by his apartment a day early. He thought you weren’t coming back so soon. You just got back from visiting the states and came home to heartbreak. It never occurred to you that he would be cheating on you. Everything felt fine and nothing seemed wrong.


   Wiping off the rest of your running makeup you wash your face. Looking at yourself was so pathetic. You were too blind to see his deceit and look at you now. Crying over someone you thought you loved. Letting out a sigh you head back towards your bed.


   Picking up your phone you click the home button. Using you Touch ID to open it up and click on the phone app. Scrolling through your contacts you click on your best friends contact. Putting the phone to your ear you hear the dialing tone. After a short few rings it stops.


“Hello love, what’s up?” Tom’s voice fills your ear making you smile. Tears spill over and you whimper from the pain in your chest forming again.

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BTS Reaction: Waking up from a nightmare involving you (request)

Jin/Seokjin:

He checked his phone, Y/N was still not home, even though he had called multiple times. Asking what’s taking so long, they should’ve been home one hour ago. 

Suddenly the phone rings and he throws himself onto it, he read Y/N and his fingers quickly swiped answer. 

“Jagi? Where are you?!” he yelled desperately through the phone. 

“Help me…” your voice was weak and barely over a whisper. His blood turned cold and he froze up. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again a cold voice answered.

“If you want your little jagi back, be sure to be here in 30 minutes” the voice said and ended the call. Jin didn’t have time to think and ran out the door. The phone dinged, showing he got a text message. It told him the address and Jin had probably never drove so fast in his entire life.

There was still 5 minutes when he arrived to the abandoned factory. 

“Come out you bastard!” he yelled, looking everywhere for any sign of life.

“…I’m glad you could come…” the voice said, suddenly your body was in front of him. “Y/N!” Jin yelled as he ran towards your body. 

“don’t… come… clos-” you croaked forward, your face panicked.  But before he could reach you a gunshot was heard. 

He stared at you with big eyes as the blood started pouring.

“Now it’s your turn” the voice said from behind and another gunshot was heard. 

-

Jin jerked up, wide awake, sweating and with ragged breath. “Was that just a dream? It had to be… Right Y/N?” he asked and turned to your side of the bed, just to find you not there “Y/N?” he asked starting to get panicked again. 

He quickly got up from the bed and started to put on his clothes as he called you with the other hand “Y/N!” he yelled through the apartment. 

“Yes?” you asked from the kitchen and Jin fell to the ground. As your hear all the ruckus you decided to walk out just to find your boyfriend on the floor with his pants sloppily pulled on. “Jin?” you asked getting a bit worried, he looked like he had ran an entire marathon.

“You’re safe” he whispered as you crouched beside him “You’re safe” he repeated and then hugged you.

Originally posted by yoongichii

Suga/Min Yoongi:

“Yoongi, I can’t do this anymore.” There was not an ounce of pain in her voice.

“What?!? Why?!?”

“Are you stupid or something?”

“No! I thought things were great between us! Why do you want to end this?”

“Because I am tired of coming second to your music… Even if I did come first, I don’t love you anymore. I don’t think I ever really did.”

She was expressionless as she walked out of his room. It wasn’t until he heard door shut that he could move his body again and he ran to the door. When he opened it, she was nowhere in sight.

-

He woke up instantly. “Y/n?” he called out, but there was no one to respond considering that he woke up alone in the studio.

He sat up in a daze, his lyrics notes stuck to his cheeks. “Was that real?” he asked himself. He pulled his phone out and gave Y/n a call. She didn’t answer, so he called again… and again… and again. Every time he called, he only got her voicemail.

“Oh no.”

He jumped out of his chair and made his way to the apartment he shared with y/n.

“Did she really leave? That was just a dream…Right? No, she didn’t leave me… but it felt so real and we did fight over y schedule last week… I need to find her.”

He opened the front door and found y/n knocked out on the couch in front of the tv. It was a scene that both relieved his mind and broke his heart. Sure he was glad that Y/n was there, but he knew she was waiting for him. She probably stayed up hours just to see him a bit before bed. It didn’t hit him till now that a great person like y/n should deserve a relationship where she should go so much out of her way to try and see him a bit more in the day. 

He went up to her, gently waking her up. “Babe, wake up.” he whispered.

Keeping her eyes closed, she made a grumpy face and pushed his arms away. It was a move that made him second guess if the dream really was just a dream.

“Y/n, wake up. You can’t stay asleep on the couch.” 

It took a while, but eventually he got her to wake up. “Yoongi? What time is it?”

“3 am… What are you doing on the couch?”

She rubbed her eyes. “You said you would be home by 11. I was staying up till you got back.”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked nervously.

“No, why?” she yawned

“Because I wasn’t home when I said I would be.”

“I just figured you got busy.”

He saw down next to her and held her tight. “I love you.” he said. It felt nice when she placed her sleepy head on his chest.

“Me too”

“I’m sorry y/n, this wont happen again okay. I promise that I come home ever night.” 

She looked up at him. She was so tired her eyes were barely open. “Ok, but can we go to bad now?”

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Jhope/Jung Hoseok:

“I don’t like this Y/N” he said as he hugged your arm tighter. You were back down in the reptile room of the zoo, because you had to pass it to get back to the food court. 

“I know jagi, but they won’t hurt you. They’re behind glass, they can’t do anything. See?” you said and put your hand towards one of the glasses. Just to find it not there anymore. Your eyes grew big as you got pulled into the snake habitat by one of the big snakes.

“Y/N!” he yelled as he saw you getting pulled deeper into the forest like room. He hesitated a bit, the snakes on the ground were looking at him hungrily. Or at least that’s what he thought. 

“HOBI!” your shrill voice rang, snapping him out of confusion. He stepped into the habitat, and jumped and screamed a bit as a snake slithered over his foot. You yelled again and he closed his eyes focusing. “Come on, you have to save Y/N” he then started sprinting into the habitat, into the green leaves. Ignoring all the snakes, and only focusing on getting to you. 

He didn’t have to run for long before he could see your shirt. He quickly ran there, but just as you made eye contact with each other, the ground beneath him disappeared. “Y/N!” he yelled as he fell down the pit. A snake pit.

The last thing he saw before getting covered in snakes were you getting wrapped up by a giant snake.

-

“AAAAAAAAAH” he yelled as he felt something touch his arm. His arms were flailing all over the place, trying to protect him from the snakes. 

“HOBI!” you yelled again since he seemed to not have heard you before. You tried to pin his arms down, while watching out so you wouldn’t get hit by a flying hand.

This time he heard you “Y/n?” he asked and opened his eyes to see you hovering over him. “Y/N!” he yelled relieved. And that’s when he started to cry. He hugged you close to him, breathing in your smell.

“It’s okay, it was just a bad dream” you say stroking your hand over his back. As he calmed down a bit he sat back and dried his face a bit.

“I thought I lost you” 

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Rap monster/Kim Namjoon:

You were in the kitchen, making yourself a midnight snack.

“Y/n! Y/n!” you could hear your boyfriend calling out to you.

“Over here!”

You heard practically every door in the hallway open and close. “No, babe, the kitchen!” you called out.

Soon he appeared in the kitchen, waddling as fast as his tired body could move him. “Y/n, you are okay!” he hugged you tightly.

“Of course I am. What’s with you?” you asked, giving him a ‘weirdo’ face.

He didn’t answer your question, he just gave you a kiss, still holding you as tight as he could.

“Babe, why are you being weird?”

“I had a bad dream.” he whimpered.

“What did you dream about?”

He shook his head.

“C’mon, tell me. Letting it out will make you feel better.”

He let out a deep sigh. “… I dreamt that a giant 20 foot Ryan was chasing you in this skyscraper and I was trying to save you and he chased you all the way to the roof and he pushed you off and I couldn’t get to you in time.”

“A giant Ryan?” you giggled.

“Baby, it’s not funny! I was so sad and scared when I woke up and you weren’t next to me. I thought I really lost you!”

“Namjoon, it was a stupid dream. You dreamt that a giant Ryan was chasing me and pushed me off a roof.”

Rap monster laughed a bit. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds stupid.”

“Go back to sleep. I’ll go to bed when I am done eating.”

“Nope, I’m not letting go of you until you come back to bed with me.”

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jimin/Park Jimin:

[Missed calls from Jagi: 3]

>> [3:17 am] I can’t do this anymore Jimin

>> [3:17 am] Help me. I can’t take it.

>> [3:18 am] I’m sorry. I loved you.

<< [4:53 am] Why aren’t you answering your phone?

<< [4:53 am] What do you mean loved me??

<< [4:54 am] Jagi?

He called again hoping for Y/N to answer but to no avail. It went straight into voicemail. Y/N had been acting weird for a while, and he did not feel good about this. “What does she mean by ‘loved?’” 

“Where are you going?” Suga yelled after him as he left the dorm “I have to find Y/N” he yelled back as he hurried to get to your shared apartment. As he was driving he’d call you over and over again. 

“Why aren’t you answering?” he’d start to panic slowly. “Y/N is okay Jimin, calm down. Just drive there safely, and you’ll be there in no time. Everything will be okay. You’re just overreacting” he tried to tell himself. 

He finally arrived to your apartment and he wasted no time to run there. “Y/N open the door!” he yelled as he knocked on it. He could hear the TV was on, maybe you were just asleep? 

He fumbled with the extra keys he had to get the door open. Maybe you were just asleep? Maybe you saw a bad movie and fell asleep on the couch? That must be it.

“Jagi?” he asked as he walked over to your limp body on the couch. Your phone was on the table, and in your hand you had an empty bottle of pills. As he saw the bottle he felt sick to his stomach. “No no no no no” he repeated as he tried for your pulse. But it wasn’t there. He quickly let go of your cold wrist, tears already streaming down his cheeks. He let out a scream of agony.

He screamed as he woke up, tears streaming down his face as he breathed heavily. He reach out to the spot next to him, but he didn’t fell y/n there. Her side of the bed was empty. “Where is Y/N?” This couldn’t be real. It was just a dream, it had to have been  dream. He panicked and jumped out of bed to search for her through the apartment. 

The living room was empty, but he became even more alert when he heard something from the kitchen. It sounded awfully a lot like pills. “No!” he yelled as he ran into the kitchen to see her putting something small and round into her mouth. He quickly ran to her and pulled her hand from her face.

“Jimin, what the fuck?!” she mumbled, a mouth full of whatever it was.

“Spit that out!”

“What?!?”

“Y/n spit that out!” he cried.

She didn’t, she just chewed what was in her mouth while staring at him as if he were crazy. “Babe, I’m just eating a snack.”

“Snack? Eating? Wh- What are you eating?” 

She didn’t answer, she just held out the package of M&M’s. “What is going on? Whats with you?”

He couldn’t help but feel so stupid as he let out a little chuckle and sighed in relief. “Nothing jagi, nothing”

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

V/Kim Taehyung:

He felt warm sun on his skin. Y/n was next to him on the standing staring at the calm ocean.

“Let’s go swimming?” she suggested

He looked around the beach, not a soul in sight. “Yeah, just you and me!” he smiled.

They walked into the refreshing water, letting the small waves rock them a bit. 

“Tae, let’s go in deeper.” They did so, the water going up to their waists. “Deeper!” she smiled pulling him deeper until the water was up to their shoulders.

“Maybe we should go a bit closer to shore.” He said, getting a bad feeling in his stomach for some reason.

Y/n pouted. “But I want to float. Let’s go further.” 

He couldn’t say no to her. He let her pull his further away from the beach. Now they were in water so deep, he couldn’t feel the sand under his feet any more. He looked back to shore and it looked like if it were miles away.

“Tae, let’s play again!” she said with excitement. “Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest. 

“Ok”

At the same time they dunked their heads underwater. He barely held his breath for 45 second when he came back for air. Y/n wasn’t up yet, so he waited. Another 30 seconds went by and she hadn’t come up yet. “Wow she can hold her breath for a long time.”

Another 30 second went by and that’s when panic set in. He swung out his limbs, to try and feel for her in the dark water. “Y/n? Y/n?!?” He swam around, trying to feel for her, but he couldn’t find her

He dunk his head under water again. He didn’t care how much the salt water hurt his yes, he kept them open as he tried to look for her, just to see nothing.

-

He woke up gasping for air. “Y/n?!? Y/n?!?”

“What?!? Tae, what happened?!?” you freaked, running out of the restroom, fresh out of the shower.

“Y/n, you’re out of the ocean!” he shouted as he jumped out of bed and practically tackled you with a hug.

“Tae, what ocean?”

“We- We were at he beach and we went into the water and- and we held our breath under water and- and-and you never came back up!” he whimpered.

“Tae, calm down. It was only a dream.” you said softly.

“Dream? Dream…” he said to himself, looking around the place and realizing he was in their bedroom. He let out a deep breath and smiled. “I was so scared I thought it was real.”

You hugged him tight, trying to calm him down, rubbing his back and giving him light kisses on his neck. “It’s okay baby, I’m fine. Go back to bed. I’m going to dry my hair before I lay down.”

“Nope!” He said pulling you to the bed with him.

Originally posted by toughchim

Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:

“I’m right here Jungkook!” The demonic doll screamed 

He quickly grabbed y/n’s hand and dragged her away, both of them running down the hall to the stairs.

“You can’t run from me!” he could hear the evil voice as if the doll was right behind him

“Y/n, let’s run faster!” he tugged on her arm and helped her run as fast as him.

They made it down stairs and they went to the back door. He swung open his last door to escape through to see the doll already there waiting for him. “You can’t leave Jungkook!”

He screamed. “Y/n, turn around!” He spun around, but y/n wasn’t behind him. Instead he came face to face with the doll.

“I got you Jungkook!”

-

“Agggghhhh!” He shot up in bed in a cold sweat. He felt out of breath as if he really was running. “Y/n?” immediately he looked all over the dark room for her.

“Baby shhhhhhhh!” y/n groaned in a zombie voice.

“Jagi!” a rush of relief hit him that it really was just a dream. He practically pounced on her, holding her tight. “Thank goodness you are okay!”

“Agh! Jungkook, get off!” he whined. She pushed him off, sat up and turned on the lamp on the night stand. She glared back at him with squinting eyes and a head of bushy hair. “Jungkook, the fuck? I’m trying to sleep.”

He didn’t care how grumpy she was, he was just glad none of it was real. He hugged her again, resting his chine on her head. “Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you. It was just a nightmare.”

“A nightmare?” To his surprise, Y/n started laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Ha! Cuz let me guess, you dreamt about the scary movie we saw before bed, the one you made me see with you?”

“…Maybe…”

She started laughing harder. “Aish, Jungkook you made me watch that movie in hopes of getting me scared to get me to cuddle you, but here you are having nightmares.”

“Hey! The movie was scary okay!”

Y/n took a look at her phone. “Baby, it’s 3am, let’s go back to sleep. You have practice in the morning.”

“But I don’t think I can sleep.” he pouted

She cupped his face, looking at him with tired eyes. “Baby, it was just a dream okay? A nightmare is one thing, but imagine how scary your choreographer is going to be tomorrow when you are too tired to pay attention in practice.”

“Ugh, you’re right.”

“I know I am. I’m always right.” she kissed his forehead. “Now sleep.” She turned around to turn the lamp off.

“Wait!”

“What?”

“… Can you leave the light on?”

She laughed again, resting her head on her pillow. “Night, love you.” she yawned

“I  love you. Night.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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I love you.

Originally posted by harrysimpact

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All wrong.


This is the third and final part to my soulmate story. The other parts can be found above. Let me know what you think.xxx


“No!” her scream echoed around Harry’s apartment, the pain in her voice cutting through him and making his heart clench.
“Harry, no.” it was a whimper now and Harry pressed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them again everything would be okay.
But that didn’t happen. Y/N fell to her knees, the loud thump making Harry turn around and stare at her in shock. The sight in front of him reminded him of last night, when he was the one to drop down on his knees and sob until his lungs were begging him to stop.
Y/N curled in on herself, making herself as small as possible. Her loud cries were heartbreaking and Harry wasn’t sure if she was able to breath anymore because her loud gasps didn’t sound like she was able to take in any air.
He kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her knee, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her skinny jeans.
“You have to calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.” he told her.
But her sobs didn’t die down, if anything they only got worse.
“Alright.” he sighed and lifted her up with one hand underneath her knees and one underneath her arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck then, crying into his shoulder. Harry walked her to his living room, sitting down with her on his lap. He slung a blanket over her body because he knew that always comforted her.
He stroked her head, his fingers playing with her hair. It took time but after a while she stopped sobbing and gasping for air, her breathing still ragged but almost normal.
“I m-made a mistake.” she said after a while.
Harry didn’t say anything, he decided to let her talk and not interrupt her.
“I know I should have told him. But I was so goddamn nervous. I’ve been with him for two years now, it just seems unfair to me to break up with him so sudden. He stood in front of me yesterday and he was so happy to see me and… I just couldn’t do it.”
Harry thought for a moment. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her but didn’t she know that it wasn’t easy for him either?

“You didn’t have to have sex with him.”
“I know. I know I shouldn’t have done it but… I needed comfort. I felt like no matter what I do, it’s wrong. I just needed to forget everything for a bit.”
“But you knew that I would feel it. I told you.” Harry scoffed.
“I-I hoped you wouldn’t.”
Harry shook his head and let her glide from his lap, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
“Do you even know what that did to me? You ripped my fucking heart out. I spent forever in the shower to somehow get rid of that feeling of you with another man but it didn’t help. I’ve never cried so hard. I felt you having sex with him before but now that I met you, now that I kissed you… You cheated on me. You did the one thing you never were supposed to do.”
Y/N eyes were cast down to the floor, starring at god knows what.
“I…” Harry stopped, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her.
But he had to.
“I don’t feel you anymore.”
Y/N screwed her eyes shut, her head shaking from side to side.
“I… don’t have that feeling in my chest anymore.”
Y/N got up from the couch and stood in front of the big window, starring outside.
Harry cleared his throat and got up as well.
“Maybe it’d be be best you’d lea-”
“What do I have to do to make this right?” she whirled around.
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed.
“There has to be something, Harry.”
“You destroyed us.” he smiled sadly.
“I don’t think you can do anything.”
“You can’t stop loving your soulmate, that’s not possible.” she shook her head.
Harry stared at her. She started to walk over to him, cupping his face in her hands.
“I still feel you. I still have that feeling in my chest.”
Harry had to admit that her touch did something to him.
“Just tell me what to do.” she begged.
He hesitated for a moment. The thoughts in his mind swirling around.
“We’ll go to your place. And I’ll wait with you until he comes home. You tell him.”
She nodded her head furiously.
“Anything.”
“But I can’t promise you that that’ll make everything okay again.”
She smiled sadly but nodded.
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments, before she leaned in to kiss him. But Harry whipped his head to the side so she could only reach his cheek. She closed her eyes with frustration, but pressed her lips against his skin harder.
“I brought breakfast. Maybe we could eat that before we go?” she asked him, somewhat nervous because she was sure that she couldn’t take another rejection.
“‘Course.” he agreed.

To say that breakfast was awkward would be an understatement. It was literally horrible. They sat across from each other, none of them knowing what to say or what to do.
When her phone dinged with a message she felt Harry tense up. Of course he knew who it was from.
“What does he say?” he asked with fake nonchalance, it may sound cruel but Y/N was glad that he reacted like that.
“He’s leaving work early. He’s home in an hour.” she told him, leaving out the 'I love you.’ he ended the message with.
“Then we’ll have to go.” Harry said and got up from his seat.
“Yeah.”

Once they arrived Y/N was shaking with nerves. Nothing was safe now. What would Matthew do when she told him? Hit Harry? Yell at her? Insult her?
And what would Harry do afterwards? Leave and never come back? Realize that he still didn’t feel anything?
She was scared. So incredibly scared.
When Matthew arrived it was like time stood still. He closed the door behind him and stared at Harry and Y/N, how he sat at the kitchen table with a frown and how she whirled around from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Um… hi?” Matthew said, confusion clear in his voice.
“Hi.” Y/N breathed.
“Who’s that?” he asked, referring to Harry.
“That’s Harry.”
They nodded at each other briefly as a way of greeting.
“My soulmate.”
Matthews eyes snapped to Y/N’s and lips parted with shock.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Well… it was about time, eh?” Matthew started to smile, a genuine one.
Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Matthew said and walked over to Harry, outstretching his hand for him to shake.
“Nice to meet you too, mate.” Harry grinned softly and grabbed his hand.
“Probably not that nice, hm?” Matthew looked at him sympathetically.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“I mean… My significant other has a boyfriend too and it rips my heart out. Probably the same for you.”
Harry nodded softly, his eyes catching Y/N’s who looked at both of them with wonder.
“So you two met today?”
“Um, no.” Harry replied.
“No?” Matthew asked and looked to Y/N.
“We… we met yesterday.” she answered.
“Oh.”
It was quiet for a moment, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts until Matthew realized that if they met yesterday…
“Wait. Yesterday?”
Y/N and Harry both nodded.
“But… but we had…”
“Yep.” Harry nodded, popping the 'p’.
“Oh goodness.” Matthews’s eyes widened.
“I’m so sorry, mate. I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault.” Harry stared directly at Y/N.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
“Um… I guess I’ll better leave now, yeah? I think you two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to get my stuff the next few days.”
“Okay.” Y/N whispered.
“I really am sorry, mate.” Matthew told Harry, patting his shoulder once.
“Take care of her, yeah?”
Harry nodded with a tight lipped smile.
And seconds later the door closed behind Matthew.
Harry got up from his seat, the chair creating an uncomfortable sound against the floor.
He stood in front of Y/N with his arms crossed, starring her down.
“I-I didn’t know he would react like that.” she stuttered.
“What did you think would happen, hm? That he would yell at you? For meeting your soulmate?”
Y/N stayed silent because she knew whatever she would say it wouldn’t help her.
“You’re really not making this easy on me, you know? I don’t know what I’m supposed to so with all this.” he spoke, his voice gentle now.

He sighed when he saw her starring at the ground, her bottom lip wobbling. He took a step forward, his hands touching her upper arm softly.
“I want to love you. I want to love you with every fiber of my being and start a happy life with you. But I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Can we at least try?” she whimpered.
“Love…”
“Please. We can take it slow, as slow as you want. I’d do everything to make you forgive me. Please.” she begged.
“I need time, okay? Time to think.”
She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of not seeing him for some time too much.
“Anything you want.” she agreed nonetheless.
Harry nodded and smiled softly at her before he leaned down. Y/N gasped, thinking he’d kiss her but his kiss only landed on her cheek.
And seconds later her front door fell shut.



The first day she didn’t see him wasn’t easy for her but she handled it.
It wasn’t any easier for him either but he pushed through it.
The second day was much worse, her chest felt like it was tightening in on her and her body was shaking the whole day.
Harry felt like he couldn’t breath, his lungs struggling and his headache getting worse with every minute.
The third day was the worst, Y/N was feeling dizzy and weak. Her body not being able to move a lot before her limps gave out.
Harry felt hot all over but cold at the same time. He wasn’t able to eat or do anything really because he was sure he would faint.
But he had to do something.
One thing.
He drove over to her place even though he was shaking so much he couldn’t even hold the stirring wheel still.
He knocked against the door and gasped when she opened immediately. She looked even worse than he imagined. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but she looked in pain. So much pain.
“Oh, my love.” he whimpered and closed the little gap between them, wrapping her in a bone crashing hug.
She slung her arms around his neck and breathed him in, finally feeling like she was able to survive again.
He pulled away from her a bit, only so much to close the door behind him and look at her.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Of course, I love you. God, I don’t even know how I could think that I don’t. I think I just pushed that feeling away because I was so heartbroken and hurt and mad and… I’m so sorry.” Harry spoke, taking forever to get the words out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?” she cupped his cheeks.
“But-”
“No. You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only person who needs to apologize is me. What I did was the worst thing I could have ever done to you. I hurt you so much and I don’t think I can ever make that up to you. But I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything I have and that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too.” Harry whispered.
Y/N smiled at him and stroked over his cheek with the back of her hand.
Harry gazed deeply into her eyes for a few more moments before he leaned in and connected their lips in a soft and loving kiss. Fireworks erupted behind their eyelids, butterflies in their tummies coming to life and their heartbeats speeding up.
“Show me. Show me how much you love me.” Harry whimpered when they parted again.
“Harry.” Y/N gasped.
“Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just… not here.” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.
Y/N understood and nodded, threading her fingers through his.
“Then let’s go to your place.”


They bursted through the door once they arrived, kissing passionately and not parting for a single second. Harry led her through his apartment, claiming her mouth with his and stopping every few moments to pull her tight against his body and feel her closer.
Once they reached Harry’s bedroom he didn’t know what to do anymore. He never did this before and he was nervous, he didn’t want to mess up.
But Y/N made him feel safe with her. She was gentle with him and loving. She kissed over his chest once she removed his shirt, making him feel warm inside. She guided him to do the same and once he threw her shirt to the floor he did, kissing over every inch of her soft skin.

She helped him open her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and throwing the thing across the room, as far away as possible. Harry pressed her chest against his with his hands on her back, moaning softly when her skin came in contact with his.
Y/N’s hand wandered lower after a bit of time, palming him over the fabric of his tight jeans before squeezing briefly and causing another moan to fall from his swollen lips.
She opened the button of his jeans when he seemed okay with it, pulling the zipper down right after. Harry wiggled the tight fabric from his legs, throwing it behind himself before he began kissing her body again, over her bare breasts to her tummy and to the waistline of her jeans. He opened them slowly and pulled them down, gasping softly when his fingers brushed against her soft legs.
Y/N guided his face to hers, covering his mouth with hers and making him press against her, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against her panty covered crotch.
She let her hand wander into his boxers, moaning when she felt how hard and warm he was. And how thick.
She couldn’t take it anymore then, needing to see him. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and watching how his cock slapped against his stomach with how hard he was. He was so incredibly big, the bulbous head of him leaking precum and smearing it on his skin.
She touched him, letting her index finger run over the very prominent vein on the underside of him and watching how he twitched at the contact.
Harry stared at her, how she seemed so fascinated by him. He groaned when she took him in her hand, not able to wrap her whole hand around him because he was just so goddamn big. She moved her hand up, twisting it once she reached his tip and stroking down again. Harry’s mouth was opened in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back when her thumb stroked over his slit and gathered his precum.
She stopped then, knowing that if she kept going this would be over before it even started. Harry looked down at her with glassy eyes, already looking absolutely fucked out. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs, gasping once he saw her completely naked.
She spread her legs for him, letting him crawl in between them. He stared at her. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal, some of it dripping from her. Her stroked his middle finger in between her lips, gathering some of her wetness and licking it off with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed a kiss against her, grinning when she moaned for him.
Even though he never did this before he let his feeling guide him and it seemed he did good by the way she got even wetter and moaned underneath his mouth. But she pulled him away once she was close to reaching her peak, pulling him up by his hair and looking at him with wide eyes.
He crawled up her body, hovering over her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, making her taste herself on him.
“You’re so good, Harry.” she whimpered once they parted, wonder evident in her voice.
He grinned at her, before kissing her again and reveling in the way she reacted to it, her back arching and a quiet moan vibrating against his lips.
“I-I don’t have a condom.” he suddenly realized, his eyes widening.
“I don’t either.” she sighed and Harry already closed his eyes in frustration, his head dropping to her chest in defeat.
“But I’m on the pill and clean, I promise.” she told him, making him lift his face to look at her.
“I’m clean too but… is that really safe? I mean-”
“It is. Just pull out.” she told him and Harry nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked her one more time.

“100 percent.” she answered in an instant.
Harry took ahold of him and lined him up with her entrance, rubbing his tip over her slit a few times to gather her wetness before he slipped it inside, watching with wonder how her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He pushed in then, slowly but forcefully until he was completely inside of her, his balls pressed against her ass.
She pulled him even deeper with her heels digging into the small of his back, making him hover over her.
“You’re so big.” she whimpered, moaning when he thrusted the tiniest bit.
“And you’re so goddamn tight.” he told her and began to pull out slowly until only the tip of him was inside her before thrusting back in to the hilt and making her scream in pure pleasure.
Harry took it slow and made sure she was able to feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up. He loved the feel of her warm and slick walls around him, how they clamped down on him once she got close and got even tighter.
He rubbed her clit then, making sure to make her cum as hard as possible. With his hips snapping against hers, his relentless circles against her bundle of nerves and his encouragements to let go she came. And she came hard. She trashed around, moaning into the air, her eyes rolling back and her pussy squeezing Harry’s cock. He followed soon after, pulling out in the last second, pumping his cock in his fist and groaning loudly when cum spurted from his tip and landen on Y/N’s body, painting her tummy with thick and hot streaks.
Once he milked himself for everything he got Y/N dipped her fingers into his cum and licked it off, cleaning her whole tummy like that while Harry watched with wide eyes.
“Goddamn.” he whispered what made her giggle.

He pressed a kiss to her lips before he dropped to the mattress beside her, his mind not seeming to comprehend what just happened.
“Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked him after a moment, making him choke on air.
“I haven’t- I mean I told you I never did this before.”
“Then you’re a natural.” she stated.
He didn’t say anything, the blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks.
“Seriously.” she said and turned onto her stomach to look at him.
“That was the best sex I ever had.” she told him and stroked his flushed cheek.
“Wasn’t exactly making love, eh?” he giggled after a moment.
“No. Not really.” she grinned back and leaned down to press her lips against his.
“We’ll do that during round two.”
And just like that everything was how it was supposed to be.

Originally posted by nodenyingheisgolden

Prompt request by anon: “Keep the heels on, baby. Just the heels, though.”

Being pushed up against the door and panting hot breath into her lover’s mouth was the best part of that night.

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Ecstasy (M)

Plot: Once always ends up meaning over and over again. You had a sinful addiction towards your roommate’s boyfriend, one that really couldn’t be controlled for long.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, highschool au!

Warnings: cheating, oral (receiving), GETTING FUCKED AGAINST THE WALL BY JUNGKOOK, shower sex, (almost) getting caught

Notes: Good girl part 2, ya’ll. Since someone asked for it and I was in the mood. u caught me at a good time, anon. I hope you guys like it. I feel like the quality of my smut had really gone down so like, I”M SO SORRY. 2.5K Words

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Originally posted by dream-bts

Jeon Jungkook was like a drug.

After that one hook-up in your living room, he just kept coming back for more. It was either the excitement of getting caught, or the fact that you gave him so much more pleasure than his girlfriend did.

He was still with Jenna, but at this point, you doubted he even cared about her.

Whenever she would go for parties, he would inform you when she had gotten lost in the crowd, then you would either go over to his place or he would come over to yours.

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Blurred Vision

Lance usually loved picture day, as a self proclaimed pretty boy it really was his time to shine.
That would be if he hadn’t of loses his contacts that morning and the only glasses he had were a pair of thick black wide frames that made him look like someone dressing up as a dork for Halloween.
He never used to mind wearing glasses, but after he started high school, other people latched onto somthing to tease him about and well… there’s only so many times you can come back and find bi-eyes written across your locker before enough enough.

Lance had hoped to never have to go to school wearing his glasses again, however since he was legally blind without them he didn’t really have much choice.

————-
“McClain!” Iverson Lance’s hated home room teacher yelled as Lance slipped into the class room “your late!”
“Yeah I had to-”
“No excuses! March to the principles office and hand over those joke glasses this instant!”
Before Lance could protest Iverson had grabbed his glasses and shoved him into the hallway locking the door behind him.
Lance half wanted to just hammer on the door until he was let back in but he was already on thin ice with Iverson… he didn’t need an excuse to be expelled.
Lance sighed as he squinted trying to see to no avail.
“Ok… come on Lancy Lance, you’ve walked down this hallway a million times, you could do it blind folded.” He mumbled to himself as he slowly made his way down the hall.
For a little while everything was going fine, Lance even held his head up high thinking he could do this!
That was until he walked right into someone sending whoever they were flying and Lance stumbling back.
“WHAT THE HELL MY COMPUTER!”
Lance cringed he knew that voice.
It belonged to the scary smart Pidge.
They had joined the school a couple months ago and already had a reputation for ruining the lives of anyone that crossed them.
And Lance had just judging from the blurred pieces on the floor, that their precious computer had been broken.
“Oh… man I’m so sorry.”
“You will be!” Pidge yelled standing up and poking Lance in the chest.
“You think you can purposely bump into me and get away with it!”
Wait…
Oh no they thought it was on purpose!
“H-hang on a second! It was an accident!”
“Please, you were looking right at me!”
Lance felt his heat beat speed up and he took a couple steps back.
“I didn’t see you I swear!”
“Yeah sure you didn’t! I know your type, pretty rich boy who’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter! Well I won’t let you push me around!” Pidge sounded so angry but also a note of pain to their voice…
Had they been bullied too in the past?
“I really didn’t see you!” Lance tried but he doubted they believed him.
He was finding it hard to breath as the familiar sensation of a panic attack came on.
He had to get out of here.
Lance spin on his heals and started to run, he couldn’t see where he was going but at the time he didn’t care.
“LOOK OUT!”
Lance turned his head in the direction of Pidge’s voice as his feet slipped out from under him and the last thing he rembered was staring up at the blurry ceiling and cursing himself for forgetting about the stairs, before suddenly their was pain… then nothing.
———————-

Lance woke up to someone slipping something into his face.
He couldn’t figure out what it was, his whole body felt heavy and like his mind was disconnected from his body.
Lance forced his eyes open only to wince at the intense light above him.
The first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t looking at his bedroom ceiling, also that he could actually see.
Suddenly as Lance tried to move an intense pain throbbing throughout his whole body became known.
He groaned but continued to try and sit up.
“Your awake!”
Lance made a small noise of pain as he moved to look at Pidge a little surprised to see them sitting at the edge of his bed looking worried.
“Y-yeah… what happened?” He asked rubbing his head only to find it bandaged.
“You… you fell down two flights of stairs. Got a pretty bad concussion and maybe a broken rib or two. An ambulance is on its way.” Pidge looked down looking at their hands.
Lance couldn’t understand why he could see then he realised someone must of gotten his glasses…
Was it Pidge.
“I’m sorry.” Lance smiled as he sat up in the bed wincing at the protest from his ribs.
“What! Why?” Pidge asked.
“Broke your computer.” Lance shrugged.
When did he get so tired?
Pidge sighed running a hand through her short messy hair “it wasn’t your fault… I checked out your prescription. Man it’s no wonder you bumped into me. Your like super blind.”
Lance cringed “yeah… still sorry though. Please don’t… don’t hack in and use ‘puter powers to ruin my life.” Lance slurred finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
“Hu?… oh that” Pidge chuckled “they wouldn’t stop misgendering even after I told them I’m gender neutral. I only changed their grades back from what they payed me to do.”
“Oh…”
“Guess we both misjudged eachother?”
“Guess so.” Lance smiled wondering why the world was getting blurry if he was still wearing his glasses.
“Lance?”
Pidge’s voice sounded distant and muffled like he was underwater.
He saw their eyes widen in horror as Lance slumped backwards.
He could see her yelling and a group of people came running in wearing green uniforms pulling a what Lance thought looked like a bed on wheels.
That was a funny thought.
Lance was sure he had only blinked.
But when he opened his eyes again he was lying in a hospital bed with Hunk standing over him.
“Hunk?”
“Oh thanks god Lance!” Hunk yelled hugging him causing Lance to cry out in pain.
“Ribs buddy, ribs!”
Hunk let go sheepishly “sorry… but when I got a call from your mom that you were sent to hospital I was so worried! Why the hell weren’t you wearing your contacts or glasses!”
Lance shrugged “Ivserson confiscated my glasses and I couldn’t find my contacts this morning.”
A look of anger crossed Hunks usually kind features.
Suddenly a thought came to Lance’s mind.
How did Pidge get his glasses back?
“Oh yeah you had a visitor a while ago. They left you a card.” Hunks easy smile returned as he handed over a folded piece of lined paper acting as a crude card.
Lance opened it and chuckled quietly to himself.

'Dear Lance,
Sorry for scaring you to the point of you trying to fly away, don’t do that again or I will use my hacking powers to ruin your life.
-Pidge.
Ps. Don’t worry about Iverson, I tatted him out to Principle Coran. Us four eyes gotta stick together.’

Lance smiled as he placed the card on his bed side table making a mental note to offer to get their computer fixed later on.

Would You Be So Kind

I want to dedicate this fic to @nerdyadventures , who also beta this fic. You were with me for almost the beginning of the story and there is no way this would be the story it is today without your support, I don’t have words to tell you how thankful I am for you and I’m sorry this story haunted you even in your dreams. For @ltrumbley@bananannabeth @keekal and @artemisrae too, you guys helped me so much even if you didn’t realize it. Y por ultimo para @vithcytries eres una campeona y te agradezco tanto por cuidar mi espalda.

For the PJO/HOO Big Bang 2017.


I’m pathetic’ Annabeth thought while she clicked on the next picture, ‘very, very pathetic.’ It was a Saturday night, her roommates were out in some club having the time of their lives and what was she doing? Sitting on her bed stalking her crush on Instagram. To make things worse her crush was also her best friend for over ten years, her brain yelled at her to leave her phone but she clicked on another picture, it was of her and Percy on Montauk, his arm was around her waist and she was wearing his snapback, they both were grinning at each other and they looked so…couply. Her heart squeezed in pain. She looked at the date and tried not to groan, the picture had been posted 145 weeks ago. When did she go so deep into his page? Well, being fair, he didn’t post that often and most of the time it was random pictures and barely pictures of him unless he was with his friends (her heart did a whole routine when she realized he had more pictures with her than with anyone else)

Annabeth threw the phone on her bed. She should have gone out with Piper and Hazel but she wasn’t really feeling it, she wasn’t feeling like doing anything. Work had been brutal that week, her bosses had overworked her, leaving Annabeth laying on her bed wondering if it was worth it walking to the kitchen for a glass of wine or going back to stalk Percy’s pictures? She was sure he had a few of shirtless ones…The sound of the doorbell made her jump, she wasn’t expecting anyone and Piper and Hazel had their own keys. She did a quick check of her clothes, an oversized gray sweater, and some old constellation pj’s pants, she looked as presentable as she could be.

With one last groan, she left the room, putting her hair up in a bun. “Who is it?”

“The love of your life.” Annabeth recognized the voice, a smile forming on her lips.

“Is it you pizza? Have you finally come to elope with me?” A familiar laughter came from the door just as Annabeth was reaching to open it, revealing the man whose pictures she was obsessing over a few minutes ago.

“Unfortunately it’s Chinese not pizza,” Percy said with a smile that melted her, he looked good, too good for someone who just came out of work and was stuck on a long train ride to Brooklyn, it should be illegal to look effortlessly good. “But I hope you can still take me.”

Annabeth sighed dramatically. “I guess I can make an exception for tonight,” She took the bags from his hands and walked back inside, Percy following her. “And what do I have the honor of your lovely visit tonight?”

“I missed my best friend, isn’t that enough of a reason to come here unannounced?” He walked to the kitchen and started pulling plates from the cabinets. “Piper and Hazel aren’t home?”

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Absolutely And Completely

So I’ve just been having major Dad!Harry feels lately and came up with this little fluff piece.

Literally nobody asked for this

Warnings: Sickeningly cute Dad!Harry fluff

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Made of Metal

Note: this took way longer than it should have aka a week, at least. also, I’m not too familiar with how physical therapy goes or losing a limb, so I hope this is alright! thank you for the request, darling. I hope you like it. feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments! .c

Request: Could you do a bucky x reader where the reader recently lost one of her limbs on a mission and he sees that she isn’t coping well, Tony and Bruce make her an artificial limb, and Bucky ends up falling for the reader as he helps her adjust to her new life. Just some fluff and angst please and thank you if you do. - @kazekagegirl

Originally posted by retardell


“All clear!” Steve called out to you and Bucky. You and the two super soldiers were sent on a mission to gather intel and do a sweep. The sweep was easy, there weren’t too many guards since it was a small base, but the hard part was finding the damned information you needed. With a heavy sigh, you trailed beside Bucky and met with Steve in a dark room.

You stepped in and looked around, seeing an empty room.“I’ve never seen so much information in my life.” You sarcastically muttered, earning a breathy laugh from Bucky. Steve, however, thought it was unfit for this situation.

“Just look for a hidden passage. Those are becoming more common with Hydra.” Steve said, trailing his hand along the wall. He listened carefully and Bucky started searching on the opposite wall, but used his metal hand so he could feel any sort of vibrations.

You sighed and made your way along another wall. Coming closer to the corner of the wall, your finger slid across a small slit. You tugged on it with the pads of your fingers, hearing the granite rub against each other.

“Cap!” You called over your shoulder, pulling the passage door open. The super soldiers sighed in relief as you had the door pulled all the way open now. It was dark inside and you could hear faint beeping. And so could Bucky and Steve.

“Y/N, don’t-” Before Bucky could finish his sentence, you stepped forward and felt something under your boot. Your eyebrows creased and you moved away, only regretting it when the beeping got louder and faster.

“Shit! Y/N, move!” Bucky ran over to grab you but the bomb exploded, shooting you and the soldiers across the room and destroying the entire space.The ceiling and the walls started to crumble down and all you could hear was ringing in your ears. Above anything else, your left leg was in excruciating pain.

You tried to open your eyes, but they wouldn’t open. You tried to speak but you couldn’t find your voice. Slowly, everything turned black and your thoughts were silenced.


“Why isn’t she awake yet?”

The voice was far away it seemed, muffled by your hazy mind. Everything felt weird, your eyes wouldn’t even open as you started to wake up. A faint ringing sounded through your ears, or was it beeping? You heard shuffling feet moving to your right.  

“Her body is tired. Be patient.”

Bruce. His voice got clearer as the fog left your mind. The beeping was a heart monitor, a steady rhythm of your heartbeat. You could feel the heaviness in your head much more as you came to your senses. Your whole body hurt and you couldn’t feel your left leg. It was numb, almost like it wasn’t even there.

Your eyes fluttered a little, the light above was bright and you wished someone would just turn it off. “You’re going to have to tell her what happened.” Bruce said softly to the other person.

A sigh left their lips and you opened your eyes, turning your head to look at them. Bucky was beside Bruce. He was in pajamas. When did he change out of his suit? How long had you been asleep? And what did Bucky have to tell you?

“T-tell me what?” You asked, wincing at the dryness in your throat. It felt like you hadn’t spoken in years. The two men turned around quickly, relief shot through them and they rushed over to you.

"Y/N! You’re awake!” Bucky smiled though his eyes were starting to water as he looked at you. You looked exhausted and dare he say lifeless. He and Steve kept checking on you any moment they could when Bruce wasn’t giving you check-up’s. They made it out with minimal injuries so they were released the same day you all got back.

Bucky’s hand rest on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing it. “How do you feel?” He asked when you didn’t say anything in return. You swallowed and moved to sit up, only to have Bucky’s metal hand carefully push your shoulder down. "What happened to me?” You looked between Bucky and Bruce.

Nervousness crossed their features and it made your stomach drop. Licking your dry lips, you became aware of the numbness in your left leg again. "Y/N, do you remember what happened?” Bruce asked, taking off his glasses and hooking them on his lab coat pocket.

Your eyebrows creased as you searched through your brain. You remembered being on a mission with Steve and Bucky. Something went wrong. “The mission. Where is Steve?” You whispered, looking at Bucky. You analyzed him, noticing a bandage on his right forearm. A small cut was healing on his cheek and he looked worn out.

Bucky’s throat bobbed as he tried to speak, but words like the ones he needed to say were choking him up. Bruce picked up the hint and spoke to you instead. “Steve is alright, Y/N. His and Bucky’s injuries were… They were minimal. But yours-” Bruce cleared his throat and Bucky looked away, his hair framing the side of his face so you couldn’t see him. Your heart started to race, the sound carrying through from the monitor. Bucky quickly grabbed your hand and brushed your knuckles; he was trying to comfort you.

Impatience was bubbling in your stomach. "Well?” You asked timidly, damn near afraid to hear the answer. Bruce rubbed his chin and looked into your eyes. “Your left leg was.. It’s…gone.” He whispered. If your eyes could fall out of their sockets, they would have. The numbness you felt wasn’t numbness. It was absence.

Your eyes filled with tears as you made sense of what Bruce just told you. "What do you mean gone?” You shook your head as your breathing picked up. Bucky squeezed your hand when you tried to move the blankets off of you. “Y/N, the explosion,” Bucky rasped, “You need to be ready to see it. Bruce stitched you up but it’s only been two days.” His lip quivered and you covered your face with your hands, sobbing uncontrollably now.

You lost your leg. How were you going to fight now? How would you adjust to a totally different life, just like that?

Bruce let you and Bucky have a moment alone. He gave Bucky a saddened look and turned to leave the medic lab. "I’m so sorry.” Bucky leaned down to hold you in his arms - one real, one metal. His heart ached for you; he knew what you felt right now, and he’d make sure he’d be here to help you through every second of it.


It’s been three weeks since you were released from the med bay. Tony had made you an artificial leg made from the same material as Bucky’s arm was made of. It has been an emotional roller coaster for you, that’s for sure. You wouldn’t even look at your left leg - or what’s left of it - for a few days.

When you got too tired for physical therapy, Bucky would bring you your crutches for you to walk on, and he would help you with exercises. He’s always arms length away from you. You enjoyed the time spent together. It formed an even tighter bond between the both of you, much stronger than before your accident.

"Y/N?” Your head snapped up and cleared of your thoughts as you watched Bucky walk over with a glass of water. He smiled softly and sat beside you, careful not to jostle your leg as he moved. “You looked a little lost there.” He commented, a ghost of worry in his eyes.

You smiled at him, taking the glass from his hand. You sipped at it slowly and hummed. "Just thinking is all.” Bucky nodded and looked down at your leg that was propped up on a cushion on the table. He thought you looked pretty badass with the metal leg. And a little sexier.

In another way, he absolutely adored it. It made him feel like he had someone to connect with. Even before you had this accident, he felt a connection with you. But now, helping you and seeing you push yourself and even grab onto him for support, it sparked a flame within his heart.

"Bucky,” Your hand waved in front of his eyes after you set your now empty glass down on the carpet. He hummed, raising his eyebrows. “You were spacing this time.” You laughed softly, watching his cheeks heat up just a little.

“S-sorry. Um, are you ready?” He stood to his feet and looked down at you. Another half hour of walking around and holding onto Bucky’s hand was now in motion. "Ready as I’ll ever be.” You grunted as you sat up, reaching for Bucky’s hand.

He bent down and picked most of your weight up so you could stand on both of your feet – one real, one made of metal. It was starting to feel a little more comfortable. Tony made it so it’s about the same weight as your right leg, so you weren’t pulling a huge piece of metal around. Rather it felt smooth, like you could cross it over your opposite knee normally. But it’s also strong enough to use during missions when you’ve healed completely.

Bucky walked beside you, keeping his metal hand on the small of your back and his right one underneath yours. You huffed as you walked, still a little wobbly. Before you left the common room, you stopped.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked with concern, his hand squeezing yours. You nodded shyly. “I want- can I hold your metal hand?” You asked quietly. If Bucky wasn’t in love with you before, he definitely was now. His heart skipped in his chest and he smiled widely. “Yeah! Y-yeah, of course-yeah.” He switched sides and now let his left hand rest underneath yours, his right hand holding the small of your back.

You smiled, feeling yourself become bashful. You just couldn’t help it. You wanted him to feel how he made you feel. Like having a missing body part, replaced with something that lacked blood flow and feeling, was okay. Bucky walked with you down hallways, into different rooms, keeping his patience with you when you needed to stop for a break.

"That’s good, Doll.” Bucky praised you as you slowed to a stop to rest for a moment. You smiled a little and Bucky turned to faced you. He looked down at your leg and hummed. “What if you try to walk on your own now? Just a few steps.” He offered, rubbing his hand along your arm soothingly as you gripped onto them for support.

You were getting better and this had started to feel easy enough. A little challenge would be fine, you thought to yourself. "Yeah, I’ll try it. You’ll be close, right?” You kept your eyes on Bucky’s chest, too scared to meet his eyes. He smiled and blushed lightly at your question. The thought of you wanting him close was endearing to him.

"I won’t leave.” He promised, slowly backing away from you. Bucky’s hand slipped from your grasp and you let out a shaky breath as you stood on your own. He stood a few steps away from you, ready to catch you if you started to fall. You can do this, it’s just a few steps.

Bucky took notice of your hesitation as he held his hand out for you to grab once you’ve made it to him. He waited patiently for you to move. Taking a steady breath, you began to walk. “Hold your hands out by your sides for more balance control, Y/N.” You did as Bucky said and started with your right foot. Your left foot followed, only a little more wobbly.

"That’s it, Doll.” Bucky’s smile was small but it grew bigger as you took another step. Your weight wasn’t as supported before, but you knew you’d have to walk without Bucky by your side eventually. "You’re almost here.” Bucky breathed, noticing your thigh beginning to shake.

Keeping your balance and your mind focused on the last two steps, you reached out for Bucky’s hand. You finally slipped yours into his as you stood in front of him. You laughed softly and felt your eyes fill with tears. "I did it, Bucky!” You felt happy and proud of yourself for accomplishing your goal. Bucky held you closer and pressed his lips to your forehead.

"That’s my girl.”


You woke up in a sweat, the throbbing pain in your leg had pulled you out of your sleep. It was becoming unbearable and you just wanted to scream. Turning to the clock on your bedside table, you checked the time. 5:23am. You groaned both out of pain and exhaustion.

Sleeping wasn’t too bad, but the pain you were starting to feel was just too much. You slipped out of bed and took deep breaths, grabbing your crutches so you could go see Bruce.

The tower was silent, but Bruce was always awake this early. You just hoped he would know how to help.

“Phantom pains.” He muttered, writing down some information on a clipboard. Your eyebrows creased as you sat on the table. “What?” You whispered, still trying to speak through the odd sensation of still having the rest of your leg there. Bruce sighed and before he could continue, Bucky walked into the lab.

He rushed over to you, not even acknowledging Bruce. “Are you alright? I wanted to check on you, but you weren’t in bed.” He was worried, holding both your cheeks in his palms. He noticed the discomfort in your features. “Phantom pains.” Bruce repeated. Bucky knew this all too well.

Bucky nodded in understanding and rubbed your back. “I recommend massages and I can give you simple anesthetic injections to ease the pain. It’s mostly psychological, so you’ll mentally have to overcome this.” Bruce explained while searching through his cabinet for an injection to give you.

You sighed and leaned your head on Bucky’s shoulder. He kissed your head and you looked away as Bruce flicked the end of the needle. “You ready?” You nodded and bit your lip as your brain now re-focused on the pain you were feeling. It was odd, feeling pain when you didn’t even have that part of you anymore.

Bruce injected you with the medicine and you breathed out, squeezing your eyes until he was finished. “For now, you can put a heating pad on top of it. It’s fine with the metal. It’ll aid in the pain while the medicine works its way into your system.” Bruce smiled softly at you, handing you a heating pad, and you quietly thanked him.

Bucky picked you up and you held your crutches to your chest along with the heating pad, allowing Bucky to carry you to your room.

Once there, Bucky helped you situate yourself in your bed, plugging in the heating pad, and gently placing it over where skin met metal. “You didn’t have to carry me.” You pointed out, causing Bucky to look up at you. “I know those pains all too well. You wouldn’t have made it back yourself this time.” Bucky mumbled, his eyes drooping a tad.

“Get some rest, Bucky.” You yawned, feeling better already. With a kiss to your forehead, Bucky left you to sleep.


After waking up again that morning, the day consisted of more physical therapy, another phantom pain injection, and Bucky helping you in any way he could. Night had fallen and you were feeling emotional as you stared at yourself in your full length mirror that hung from your closet door.

There were scar abrasions rising above the metal on your skin. You suddenly felt abnormal, insecure, and the tears you tried to hold back for the past five minutes were nearly filling over.

There was no way anyone would want to be with you when you looked like this. A small, broken and pained sob broke through your mouth. Just then, a soft knock sounded on your bedroom door.

"Go away!” You choked through your sobs, taking a seat on your bed. The knocking stopped and you hoped you hadn’t upset whoever it was. But you just didn’t want anyone to see you right now. Instead of the person leaving, they opened your door slowly.

“It’s me, Doll.” Bucky whispered, his eyes found you on your bed, in a t-shirt you stole from him at least a year ago. It was his favorite shirt, but it was yours now, there’s no way he’d take it from you – not after seeing you in it. He shut your door behind him and walked over to your bed, sitting down beside you. “Y/N?” His hand lifted your chin and your lip quivered. Tears stained your cheeks and he gasped quietly.

"Hey hey, what’s the matter?” His thumb wiped at your cheeks and you shook your head, another sob falling from your lips. Bucky was starting to worry now. Seeing you like was making his heart clench in his chest. “Doll, you gotta talk to me. Please.” He begged, making you meet his worried blue eyes. You controlled your crying and took deep breaths before you wiped at your nose.

“Bucky, I hate it.” His eyebrows creased and he instantly looked down at your leg. Surely you couldn’t mean that. His thoughts were correct when you looked down as well. Bucky sighed and he knew exactly what you were feeling. He stood up and moved towards your bedside table and grabbed the soothing cream Bruce had given you.

It helped with healing the skin a bit more where the metal rest against it. Bucky bent down onto his knees and you shied away from him. His hands reached for your leg and you whimpered, pushing his hand away. “Don’t touch it.” You whispered, trying to scoot away from him, to put distance between him and your leg.

Bucky’s eyes watered and he sat back on his haunches, trying to find the right words to say. “Y/N, I had the hardest time accepting my… arm. I knew what I did with it, how many terrible things it’s capable of, how many…people..I’ve-” His words got lost in the lump in his throat.

You bit your lip to keep from crying again. “Y/N, this doesn’t make you any less beautiful than before; any less stronger.” He spoke softly and he reached for your leg again. "I’m sorry.” You sniffled, letting him rub some cream where metal met skin. His fingers were slightly trembling and he glanced up at you.

“I’ll help you through this, Doll. If I can accept mine, you can accept yours.” You nodded and swallowed thickly, watching as he rubbed your leg, allowing the medicine to settle in before setting the tube aside. "I’m glad you’re here for me, Bucky.” Your hand reached out to his hair, trailing your fingers through it and you rubbed your thumb along his cheek. Bucky looked up at you and he was speechless.

Your touch sent shivers down his spine. He leaned forward and was closer to your face now, his torso rest against your knees. He let his forehead rest on yours and you held both of his cheeks now. “I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you.” Bucky’s eyes closed and you shook your head gently.

"It was my fault for not paying attention. I’m just glad you, Steve, and I made it out alive. I’m just, I feel so…ugly with this. And I don’t mean to make you feel bad about yours, but…it’s just so difficult.” Bucky pulled away slightly and you felt his metal hand trail down your thigh, then you only felt a little vibration when he let his metal hand rest against the inside of your metal leg.

He bent down and placed his lips along your flesh, causing your heart to skip in your chest. His lips were gentle on your skin and you became more aware of the feelings you had for this man. He was strong and was able to overcome the most horrible past. You felt guilty for feeling like this about your leg, when his arm held so much more angst and heart wrenching pain.

"Bucky.” You breathed as you pulled him up gently and looked into his eyes. He looked at you as if you placed the stars in the sky, as if you were the only two people on earth. He glanced at your lips and you slowly leaned in. Bucky was a tad bit more impatient. He closed the distance between your lips and your eyes immediately closed. His felt even softer against yours and you felt him hum into the kiss. Your lips molded perfectly together.

Your hand rest against his metal shoulder and you pulled away, gasping for air. Bucky looked at you with such intensity, you had to look away or else you’d be a sobbing mess again. But instead of meeting your lips with his once more, you pulled the collar of his shirt down enough to place your lips against his scars.

He was breathing shakily as he nuzzled his face into your hair, wrapping his flesh arm around your body.

You two stayed wrapped in each others embrace that night, both of your legs wrapped in his, and both of his arms wrapped around you. One real, one made of metal.

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By Heart [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst / Some Fluff

Length: 7.3k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

Part One: x Part Two: x Part Four: x

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Having your heart broken once was something that could change your whole world. It made everything feel like it had been shifted. Like there were bits of sadness tucked into every corner of things you used to enjoy. Like the sky was never blue, but a dull grey that reflected the way you felt when the demons came out. Like ghosts were suddenly so very real, and haunting you every day in the form of lingering memories that made your chest ache. Like everything was a creation just there to mock you and remind you that somehow, someway, you weren’t worth it. You had messed up. It felt like the world changed, when in reality, it hadn’t.

You had.

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Never Hated You - Theo Raeken

word count: 6872
summary: Theo and y/n do not get along, it’s difficult for them to be in the same room together, but things change when he finds her after a bad accident
warnings: car accident, mentions of surgery and broken bones if that bothers anybody, and swearing
a/n: i combined two requests into one and i’m real excited to share this with you i hope you both like it!


[ I know you haven’t made your mind up yet / but I will never do you wrong ]

“Well maybe, it wouldn’t be such a problem, if you weren’t here!” You spat angrily at Theo, who was currently glowering at you from where you stood on the opposite side of the couch as him.  This pack meeting had gone from a check in, to a brawl, in a matter of minutes.

“Oh? And sweetheart what makes you think you can protect yourself against a werewolf huh?” Theo asked you, his aggression just as high as yours.

“Really guys it wasn’t a werewolf, I just heard a howl it seemed like a regular-”

“Shut up!” You and the chimera yelled at Liam at the same time, making Scott stand up from where he’d been sitting at the table.

“Alright, alright this is getting out of hand, really guys chill it down” The alpha warned, both you and Theo calming and turning away from each other and the alpha who made you whimper just slightly under your breath.  You didn’t catch the way Theo glanced over to you upon hearing the sound.

“You know what, I’m just gonna head out” You mumbled, picking you bag up from the couch and fishing your keys out of it.

“No y/n don’t leave I was thinking us girls could have a sleepover” Lydia said, giving you pleading eyes but you just shook your head, no longer feeling in the mood for ‘pack time’.

“I really just want to go home and get some rest” You said quietly, pulling your jacket on then walking to the door.  Scott gave Theo a look.

“Oh no, no” The chimera said.  “I’m not apologizi-” He stopped when Scott’s expression only intensified.  “Fine” He groaned, and followed after you, only to find you’d just walked out the door.  “y/n!” He called, walking outside after you.  You turned back to look at him, then scoffed and walked to your car.

“What now Raeken? Here to slash open my tires?” Theo sighed, but shook his head.

“No, I’m here to-”

“To what? Spit it out, I just want to go home” You breathed, pinching your fingers over your nose.  Theo’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You know what? Fuck this I’m not apologizing to you”

“Apologizing to me? Oh no sweetie, it’s not your fault that you’re such a jackass.  Oh wait no… Jackson was the jackass.  Jackson the jackass get it? It has a ring.  Now what were you again? Hmm… oh right! You’re Theo the traitor!” You said with fake eagerness, clapping your hands together and making Theo visibly whither.  “You tried to kill me, you tried to kill my pack, now I don’t care if they want to let you back in and trust you again, but just, please” You stressed on the word.  “Leave me the hell alone” Theo’s mouth opened to protest, but he looked at the despair in your eyes and decided against it.

“Fine” He mumbled, backing up to head back into the house.  “Forget it” And with that, he went storming back inside, while you got in your car and drove off.

Screw you anyways, screw you and your nosy intelligence, and your curiosity, and your absolute breathtaking beauty, screw you.  He didn’t need you anyways.  Good riddance.

Theo hadn’t even closed the door when he grabbed his keys and went running back outside to get in his truck and chase after you.


“Scott?” Theo spoke into the phone, it was pressed between his cheek and his shoulder as he drove, searching the streets as he drove recklessly.  “I can’t find her anywhere, I can’t find y/n”

“She probably just went home, I think she was getting a headache actually” Scott said through the speaker.

“I already checked there, she wasn’t there, I can’t find her is there anywhere that she usually likes to go? Secret spots maybe? Favorite places?” He asked, voice desperate.

“The library but I mean at this hour it’s closed” Scott said, and Theo slammed on the brakes, then quickly turned the car around and began to head towards the library.

“Yeah but that wouldn’t stop y/n she’d go anyways” He said, speeding off again.

“Are you going over the speed limit? Cause that’s really not-”

“Scott y/n could be in trouble!” Theo shouted, not caring about the law at the moment.

“And since when did you care?” Scott shot back, and Theo gritted his teeth, then hung up the phone before Scott could ask or say anything else.  He couldn’t live with himself if you got hurt.

He’d met you first in the library at school.  At the time, he hadn’t known that you were a human in the McCall pack, he’d just been watching you with an amused expression as you stacked book after book in your arms, and were now jumping to reach ones on higher shelves.  After a few minutes of watching he finally decided to get up and help you.  He walked over, not saying a word as he easily reached for the novel you’d been jumping for, and handing it to you.  You’d stared at him, not having recognized him because surely you’d remember those green eyes.

“Th-thanks” You said quietly, setting it on top of the other four books in your arms.

“No problem beautiful” He replied, then turned to walk away, leaving you blushing and gaping a little.

“Wait” You called, and he looked at you over his shoulder.  “What’s your name? I’ve never seen you around here before” Your brows crinkled and he gave you a genuine smile.

“Theo Raeken” He told you, and you smiled back as you replied.

“y/n l/n”

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you” He said, before leaving the library, again leaving you standing and staring at his retreating figure.

You didn’t know then that he would screw up your life so horribly.

That he’d inject you with a venom that left you unconscious for three days.


Theo drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel anxiously as he looked all around in the dark, but being able to see fine.  But it had been fifteen minutes and he still hadn’t found you.  He wasn’t sure what else to do, he’d been all over Beacon Hills searching every possible place but you were nowhere.

With a sigh, he slowed down and began to head to where he usually parked for the night.  You probably didn’t even want to be found, and certainly not by Theo.  He felt ridiculous, you were probably just driving around, and even if he had found you, you only would’ve chastised him for following you in the first place.  You hated him, and at this point he should just let you.

Besides, you would never, ever, feel the same way about him that he felt about-

Theo slammed on the brakes, and rolled down his window, breathing deeply out in the air.  He could’ve sworn that he’d caught a whiff of blood, your blood.  When he caught it again, he whipped open the door and began sprinting down the street, knowing that it was yours, that you were in trouble.

“y/n! Y/N!” He screamed, and the further he ran the stronger the scent became.  And soon, he caught sight of just what it was that made your scent of blood so thick.

Your car was upside down, crushed at the front, and completely wrecked.  Somehow upon seeing this he ran impossibly faster and nearly ripped off your car door in his desperateness to see if you were safe.

You moaned, reaching to rub your head but winced and retracted your arm.

“Oh my god, y/n” Theo carefully leaned over to unbuckle you, and pulled you into his arms.

“My leg it- call an ambulance” You begged, tears rushing down your face and mixing with blood from small cuts on your cheeks.  This only made you hurt more, and Theo fumbled in his pocket, still kneeling on the ground with you in his arms.  You had a fist holding tightly to the front of his shirt

“Okay, it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay” He kept repeating those same words as he dialed 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?” The woman on the other end spoke.

“My friend got into a real bad car accident, she needs an ambulance” He said quickly but tried to sound calm enough for her to understand him.

“Where is your location?”

“Uh-uh Baker’s Ave” He said.

“We’re sending an emergency response crew now, stay calm sir, your girlfriend will be taken to the hospital soon” She responded, and he hung up, typing in Scott’s number again.

“How-how long?” You whimpered, and your body shook slightly as you curled against him.  Theo held his phone between his shoulder and ear, rubbing an arm up and down your back as the phone rang.

“Give me your hand”

“Why?”

“So I can take the pain just give me your hand” He said in a rushed way, and you slipped your bloodied hand into his.  A groan came from his throat as he took away your agony, his veins darkening as it coursed through him.

“Theo? Are you still looking-”

“y/n got in an accident” He cut off Scott.  “The ambulance is on it’s way now we’re going to the hospital”

“Oh-oh my God” Scott mumbled.  “Okay, I’m telling the others we’ll see you there” He said.

“Alright” Theo said through a wince, but he could feel you begin to relax out of relief so he didn’t stop.  “See you there” He said, then hung up on that call too, and focused on you lying in his arms.  “You’re going to be okay” He said, cradling you close, and you closed your eyes. “You’re gonna be okay” Theo repeated, still taking your pain, which was becoming more and more of a struggle.

Soon after, you passed out.


“If you want, you could always just go down to the cafeteria to eat something maybe” You could faintly hear Lydia’s voice, but it seemed distant.

“Yeah man you’ve been here all night and all day, the nurses might get mad soon” Said Liam.

“No, no I can’t leave” Theo’s voice.  Theo? Where were you that Theo was staying?

“Seriously, don’t you think she’ll be confused when she wakes up and we aren’t here?” Stiles said.  You tried to open your eyes, but you were so tired and it felt too good to keep them shut.

“I don’t care, this is my fault, I could’ve gotten there faster” Theo ensued.  “I’m staying with her, whether you like it or not, I’m going to be here when she wakes up”

“Alright Raeken what’s up? You really think she’ll want to see you of all people when she-”

“Okay” Scott’s voice cut off Stiles.  “We’ve gotta go anyways, school starts in fifteen minutes”

“I’m skipping today” Theo brushed off.  “I’ll go back whenever she does” You felt a hand covering over yours, and another one holding your small and limp hand between two warm ones.

“Alright, we’ll come back together after school, but I’ve got a free period in like… four hours” Scott said.  “I’ll come back then” All you heard after that was a door closing.  And you figured the group left, but the warmth around your hand was persistent.

You weren’t sure how much time passed when you finally opened your eyes, turning your head to see who the owner of the hands on yours were.  You were surprised to see Theo there, sitting in an uncomfortable looking chair that he likely stole from the waiting room.  His head was awkwardly laying on a small space of the cot you were situated on, and both of his hands were cupped around your one hand.  You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or not, but you decided not to wake him.

Instead you looked around yourself, trying to gather up how serious your situation was.  You’d been in the hospital numerous times due to Scott’s mother working here and often you were the one to bring her dinner, and had figured out long ago the difference in all the rooms.  The smaller ones with less things inside of them, usually only consisting of a cot and an area of cabinets that the nurses and doctors would work with, were for one night stays, easy fixes.  People who would be out in no time but need a place to be for their procedure.

Looking around the room you were in, you knew this wasn’t the case.  It was large, with a much more elaborate doctor’s station, and you had a rack of different tubs all leading to a pouch that looked like water to you but you weren’t exactly a medical practitioner  Your cot, which was more like a bed, at least it felt like a mattress and not just foam padding like most of the rooms, was larger than most.  Your chest began to rise and fall much more quickly than it previously had been, and you could hear not only your own heartbeat, but the beeping of the monitor in the room quickened as well.  You must have been in bad shape.

Your free hand rose, touching the rubber piece that was hooked delicately in your nostrils, and your eyes followed the tube to a bag that hung near the water pouch, you watched it inflate and deflate as you steadied your breathing, the heart monitor slowing back down to a regular pace as you calmed yourself.  You closed your eyes, trying to remember what had happened that wound you up in here, but you weren’t sure.  You looked over your body, but couldn’t see much since a small woven blanket covered over your chest, hiding you from yourself.

This was when you chose to wake Theo.  Your hand untangled from between his, and you rubbed your palm as calmly as you could over his arm.  He leaned up almost instantly, slowly, but looking straight for you.

“Hey” You spoke, your throat scratchy and making your voice raspy.  “How long have you been here?” You asked him, your brows cinching together with both confusion and concern.

“You’re awake” A small smile of relief spread on his lips, and you weakly returned it.  Thankful that at least there was a familiar face you could wake up to.  “How-how’re you feeling? Any pain?” You shook your head, though you did feel a dull ache.

“What happened to me? Why am I here? Is there a new threat-”

“No no, nothing like that” Theo shook his head, and moved forward, closer to the edge of his seat so he could be closer to you.  “You uh, you got in a car crash” Your eyes widened with surprise, usually you were a completely safe driver, at all times.  Enough that it would piss of Malia when you made her wear a seatbelt, even in the backseat.  And if you braked hard enough, your arm would shoot out towards the passenger side in front of whoever was sitting there.  Sometimes it would happen on instinct even if no one was there.

“I-I did?” You asked, trying to sit up a little to listen more tentatively but you winced, and laid back down.  Theo’s hand shot out to yours as you situated yourself back onto the pillow.  He didn’t speak again until you seemed as comfortable as you could be.

“Yeah, when I found you your car was flipped over and it looked like you’d hit something from the front, but nothing else was around” He told you.  “Looked like a hit and run” He grumbled, annoyed that someone would get you into that bad of a wreck and then just leave you there.

“Oh” Was all you could say in your croaky voice.  “You found me?” You clarified, and he nodded.  “How?”

“I was…” Theo licked over his lips anxiously before continuing.  “I was heading home” He said, knowing it wasn’t a lie, that at the time he had been driving back to the vacant parking lot that he could get away with parking and sleeping in his truck for the night.  You nodded slightly, and then realized that he hadn’t released your hand.  You tried not to draw attention to it, finding the warmth he brought to you to be pleasant.

“Thank you” You eventually told him, making him look up at you out of astonishment by the words.  You smiled at him, a soft, and genuine smile that he’d only seen from you one other time, and it had been the first day he’d met you.

“You’re welcome” Theo replied, voice expressing the shock that he’d felt.  You curled your fingers around his hand, and closed your eyes again, hoping for some sort of peaceful sleep to come over you, but it didn’t.

“Why did you stay?” You whispered out, opening your eyes to reveal their worried orbs.  Theo kept his gaze away from your face though, not bearing to see the blossoming bruise across your cheek along with scattered cuts and your perplexed stare.

“Because I… because” He finished lamely, and you rolled your eyes in response.

“That’s not very explanatory” You stated.

“Yeah, well” He shrugged his shoulders sluggishly and you tugged a little on his hand, prompting him to look at you.

“Were you the one who hit me?” You asked, and immediately he shook his hand and widened his eyes.

“No no, god no y/n I’d never-”

“Then why’re you acting so guilty?” You asked him pointedly, and you could hear a small sigh escape his lips.

“Because y/n I… I care about you and I let this happen, I got there too late and now you’re all…” He didn’t know what to tell you about your injuries.  He wasn’t sure what all you already knew or had figured out.  You decided to take in his words, making a mental note to bring up the fact that he cares about you later.

“What happened to me? I can’t see-”

“I don’t think I should be the one to tell you that” He said, and you huffed slightly, but decided against forcing him to reveal the information.  He already seemed… on edge.

“So, you care about me?”


You spent a few hours with Theo, and it was only nine in the morning.  On a school day that would seem late-ish (which it was a school day so you at least missed classes) but on a weekend you would normally be fast asleep at this hour.  Though you found yourself actually enjoying Theo’s company.  You talked as though a beautiful new friendship was beginning to grow, which it sort of was, but this felt like it was something different.

You weren’t sure what it was that was bubbling up inside of your chest as he told you little things he could remember from his childhood, or why you smiled whenever you’d speak and he’d stare at you, giving you his complete and undivided attention, but it was nice.  It felt warm, and safe.  And being in this confined room, you were glad to have him there with you.  All the while never letting go of his hand.

When nine-thirty hit, Melissa came in, carrying a clipboard while wearing her scrubs, a stethoscope around her neck.  You felt relieved that she was the one to come check on you rather another nurse that you were unfamiliar with.  The woman gave you a sad smile as she checked up on your vitals.

“How’re you feeling miss y/n?” She asked in her concerned mom voice.

“Fine, I think” You replied.  “What happened? Exactly?” You questioned, and she gave you a tired frown.

“You shattered your left femur and patella, but on the right you’re only bruised up, still a pretty ugly mess but nothing broken on that side” Melissa said, and looked over the papers she had on her clipboard.  “Three broken ribs, and a piece of windshield glass actually lodged in your stomach, which is currently just being wrapped up while your ribs are somewhat healing, and we’ll wheel you in for surgery in…” She looked at her watch.  “Ten minutes” She told you, and caught sight of your wide and tear filling eyes.

“I-I-” You choked, your heart monitor beeping like crazy as you began to freak out.  “Surgery?” You looked over to Theo, who stood from his chair, taking your hand in one of his and the other setting a soft palm against your cheek.

“It’s okay, you’re alright” He spoke gently, keeping calm for your sake.  “They’re going to fix you up, you’re safe here, they’re going to make you all better” The longer he talked to you, the slower your monitor became, and soon you were relaxing again.  Melissa looked between the two of you, remembering a time where Lydia had laid on a similar cot to yours, and that she’d had Stiles stay in the room so she’d be calm, knowing that he would anchor her down.  She saw an almost identical connection there that she did with you and Theo, but pretended not to notice the scene in front of her.

“He’s right” The older woman spoke up.  “You’re going to be all better and at the earliest you can head home tomorrow” She said with a warm smile, and you nodded, feeling calmed down once more at her sincerity.

“You’re gonna be okay” Theo said, removing his cupped hand from your cheek and sitting back in his chair.

Your hands were still connected though.


When the time had passed, and it was time for you to be taken down the corridors to where you would be operated on, you grew nervous, which Theo could smell thick in the air.

“y/n” He said softly, and you looked at him from where you were fiddling your fingers on the edge of your blanket.  “It’s going to be okay, Melissa and I will be right there when you wake up” He told you.

“You’ll stay?” You said hopefully, your eyes rounded with optimism, and he smiled as he nodded.

“I will until they let you go home” He told you honestly, and a slight blush creeped up on your cheeks at the way he cared for you.  You just bit back a grin and nodded.

“Okay” You whispered, and just then Melissa came back into the room, wheeling in a wheelchair.

“Alright y/n, we gotta get you in this” She said, and you could already tell that moving would be difficult, and painful.  You visibly winced at the idea of the agony that would shoot through your body when you stood up.

“Okay, come here” Theo instructed, letting go of your hand for the first time in a few hours, and pulled the blanket off of you.  You caught sight of the cat that covered your entire left leg, from the top of your thigh to your ankle, and on your right leg it was mostly patches of deep black and purple marks.  Theo slid one arm beneath your upper legs, the other going around your back.  “Count of three, okay?” He warned you, and you nodded, closing your eyes tight as you counted in your head with him.  “One, two.. Three” He lifted you up with ease and set you swiftly back down into the chair.  You sighed with relief, grateful that you felt only a small amount of pain.

“Thanks” You breathed out, leaning your head back slightly.  Theo nodded, as Melissa came over to guide your chair out of the room.  You looked back quickly to Theo but he was already walking behind you both to stay near you.  He saw the way you desperately looked for him, and made his way up to walk next to your wheelchair down the mostly empty hallways.  You looked up at him, and reached your hand out for his that was swinging at his side.  He didn’t think too much of it, seeing that you were about to go into surgery and he knew it scared you, but you intertwined your fingers between the spaces of his, and it was something that made his heart beat a little faster.

Before you’d only clasped your hand around his, but now you were legitimately, holding onto his hand, conjoining your fingers.  You actually needed him.

Theo looked down at you, to see your eyes were on your hands as he caressed his thumb over yours softly.  You looked up at him with big doe eyes, and he gave you a smile which you returned before looking down at your casted leg.

He kept your hands together until you had to be taken into the operating room, and he released it.

“No don’t-” You could barely protest before a doctor took your chair from Melissa.  “Please let him stay just until I have to-”

“The room needs to be sterile” The man said in a bored tone.

“But-please-”

“It’s okay, I’ll be right here when you get out” Theo said, and you looked back at him with panicked eyes.  Worry filled his chest, knowing that if you started freaking out now there’d be nothing e could do.  “I’ll be right here” He told you, planting his feet on the ground to try and prove to you he’d be as close to you as he could the entire time.  You opened your mouth to say something to him, but the door closed.

Theo stared at that door, standing in the middle of the hallway for a few minutes, before finally sitting down in another uncomfortable chair, impatiently waiting for the doors to open again and for him to go in and see you.


He’d passed out sitting in that chair, but was woken up again by Melissa nudging him.  He groaned slightly, not wanting to be awake.

Until he remembered you a few moments later, and shot up, seeing Scott standing next to her as well.

“Is she awake? Can I see her?” He rushed out the questions.

“She is, she’s still coming down from the anesthetics so she’ll be a little loopy, but I can sneak you in there for a while” Melissa said.

“Can I see her too?” Scott asked, to which Melissa looked around, double checking the halls were empty before nodding.

“Be smart about it” She warned, before swiping her card through the coded lock, and Scott walked in before Theo could go in first.

You were sat on a cot, the top half of it slanting upwards so you were in a partial sitting position.  You didn’t seem to be in any pain as you curiously looked all around the room

“Scottyyyy!” You called, a big grin pulling at your lips as you held your arms out for him to hug you.  He chuckled quietly, trying to hug you as lightly as he could as not to press against the stitches over your stomach.  “I missed you puppy” You said, petting his hair.  Both Scott and Theo gave each other a look.

“You are ten feet off the ground” Theo said, and you stopped touching Scott’s head and looked quickly to where Theo was.  A brighter smile made it’s way onto your face as you saw him, and you pushed Scott away, eagerly holding out for him now, your fingers opening and closing impatiently as he came over to you.

“Hey princess, how do you feel?” He asked, holding you gently for a moment before dragging over a chair to your bed.  Scott did as well, watching the two of you interact with a curious glint in his eye.

“I feel so good! Doctor doctor said they’d bring me pudding if I feel good, and I do!” You said enthusiastically and making the chimera chuckle.

Doctor doctor?” Scott repeated.

“Yeah, I didn’t catch his name, so i figured it was also just doctor.  Doctor doctor isn’t that neat?”

“I’ve never seen her so out of it” Theo said as you sing songed doctor doctor over and over again.

“Yeah me either.  She’s not even like this when she’s drunk” Scott replied.  Suddenly you shot your hand out and grabbed onto Theo’s.

“You let go of me, you let them push you out” You said, a dramatic pout on your face as you studied Theo’s hand, tracing your fingers over the creases in his palm and along his knuckles.

“I’m sorry sweetheart they wouldn’t let me go in with you, I’m not a Doctor” He said as kindly as he could, his free hand petting over your head gently, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Well made you should be” You said sassily, but it only made him smile.

“I’ll try harder next time” He told you, and you nodded curtly.  Scott stood up, deciding that he wasn’t the one you needed to be with right now.

“You’re leaving?” You asked him, eyes staring at him in a puzzled way.

“Yeah, I’m gonna head out and uh… find my mom” He said, lying only a little.  You shrugged.

“Fine” You said, pulling on Theo’s hand and wrapping your arms completely around his.  “More cuddles for Theo” You stated blankly, nuzzling your cheek against the crook in his arm.  Scott chuckled at the way Theo grinned instinctively before containing it.

“He can have all the cuddles” Scott said with a wink before heading out the door.  “I’ll see you in bit y/n” He said then left, closing the door behind him.  You shrugged a shoulder, looking up at Theo through your lashes.

“More cuddles for youuu” You said in a singing tone that made him laugh, and continue running his fingers through your hair.

“How’d everything go?” He asked, though he was sure you wouldn’t give him a  valid answer.

“Prettygoodprettygoodprettygood” You told him.  “I missed you though, I miss you”

“You miss me? I’m right here” Theo said.  You frowned.

“You haven’t always been right there, you used to hate me” You whined slightly, but he shook his head.

“No y/n I’ve never hated you, I could never hate you” He told you sincerely.

“But you used to fight with me all the time” You said.  “You stabbed me in the neck and I slept for a long long time” Theo sighed, wishing he could talk to you about this when you weren’t still high on anesthetics.  But now was as good a time as ever, and he needed you to know the truth.

“y/n, I did that to you so that you would stay out of the mess” He told you, and your brows furrowed together.  “It put you to sleep, safely, I swear to god it was safe, for seventy two hours so that you wouldn’t be out there trying to fight off The Beast and the Dread Doctors” You lifted your head from his arm, staring at him seriously, and he felt like suddenly you were completely grounded and sober.

“What?” You asked in a quiet, unsure voice.

“I know, at the time it seemed like a bad move but I couldn’t have you getting hurt, you weren’t ever supposed to get hurt” You blinked a few times, letting this new information sink in.  After a few silent moments, you laid your head back onto Theo’s arm, holding onto him still and beginning to doze off.

“I like you so much right now that it scares me” You whispered, before falling asleep while clinging onto him.

During your little nap, you were placed back into your wheelchair and taken back to the room you’d been previously staying in so you could recover smoothly.  Theo moved with you, going back to sit in his chair from earlier while you slept peacefully.  When Melissa had left the room after he laid you back in bed and pulled the cover over you, he held onto your hand again.

He clasped it around your palm gently, his eyes trained on your small hand in his, before letting go, and sliding his fingers in between yours.  He liked this much better, feeling he could hold onto you more closely and liking that he could rub circles into the back of your hand.

You let out a soft moan, your head rolling slightly as your eyelashes fluttered open.  Your gaze landed on Theo sitting next to you, his hand holding onto yours.  A soft smile graced your lips as you stared at him adoringly.

“You’re here” You said hoarsely but quietly.  Theo smiled back at you, his eyes flickering from your hands to your eyes.

“I’m here” He murmured back.  “I was with you when you got out of surgery but you probably don’t remember” You eyes narrowed and lips parted as you thought.

“I remember some of it” You mumbled, and a soft breathy laugh emitted from him.  “I remember you telling me about… about what you did” You whispered, somehow impossibly lower than you’d spoken earlier.  Theo stared at you tensely, his mind racing on what you could possibly say next.  “Which confused me- well, still does” You corrected.

“It confuses you?” He asked, brows furrowing at your words.  You nodded in response.

“Yeah” You said, licking over your lips.  “If you wanted me safe, you should’ve just told me” Theo almost snorted.

“You would’ve listened?” You smiled as you laughed a little.

“No, not at first I’m sure” You replied, both of you laughing quietly at your stubborn tendencies.  “But I think eventually I would’ve listened”

“I don’t think you trust me enough for that” Theo sighed, and you held onto his hand a little tighter.

“I trust you” You said, and you declared it as though it were a secret you kept pent up inside you for a long time.

“You didn’t” He said simply, and you both knew he wasn’t wrong.

“I do now” You said earnestly, pulling your molded hands up closer to you, holding them against your chest.  “You saved me, I could’ve died” You told him.

“You wouldn’t have-”

“I could’ve” You cut him off.  “And you’ve saved me multiple times, apparently” You stated.  Theo looked down, his free hand drumming anxiously against your blanket.  “Thank you” You said.

“You don’t have to thank me, I couldn’t just leave you in the street like that y/n, or back then I- you’re human you don’t heal like the rest of us if you’d gotten hurt because of stupid century-old robot men I wouldn’t be able to live with myself” You chuckled slightly at his wording.

“Stiles is human” You whispered.

“What?”

“Stiles, he’s human” You said again.  “You let him go out there and fight against him, didn’t try and protect him” You said, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips and a pink tint on your cheeks.  “He doesn’t heal any faster than I do” Theo laughed, but it was a short and nervous sound.

“Yeah well… maybe you need more protection than he does” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I was taught to shoot by Argent, and before him, Allison, and never once have I missed” You told him.  “I can shoot a military standard machine gun, and Stiles can swing a bat and sometimes it doesn’t break” You said, and it really wasn’t a lie.  “If anything, you should’ve done it to Stiles, I fight far better than he does-”

“Yeah well I like you far more than Stiles” Theo cut you off, making your blush darken, and your momentary confidence dissipate instantly.

“I’m flattered” You said, making him laugh slightly.  “But thank you anyways, even if I could’ve killed the Doctors before any of you” Theo shrugged.

“Anytime” He said, then shook his head rapidly.  “No no not anytime, not again, I’m not doing it again I promise-”

“Theo” You said through a short laugh.  “I get it” He was quiet as you stroked your thumb over his hand, really liking the way he’d held onto you all day, and hoping it didn’t change when you got out of the hospital.  “Theo” You said softly, and didn’t look away from your hands.  “I don’t hate you, and you’re not a traitor” You told him, in the most serious, straight faced way you could.  “I never hated you” Theo pulled half a smile, moving closer in his chair and ran his hand over your forehead, petting softly down your hair to about ear’s length, then moving back to the top of your head again.  It was a very comforting motion that you closed your eyes in gratification.

“I never hated you either y/n” He responded solemnly, still running his palm over you gently.  “I cared about you too much to see you get hurt, far before anything horrible happened” A small hum came from your throat, and you turned your head while his hand had just brushed over your cheek, pressing slightly against his warm skin.  Your nose brushed slightly over his wrist as you nuzzled into him, rolling onto your side slowly, and wincing during the process.  “Don’t do that” Theo scolded slightly upon seeing the pain it brought you to lay on your hip.

“I’m good- it’s good” You struggled, and he took your pain away with the hand cupped around your cheek before you could protest.  You then laid peacefully facing him, using the palm of his hand as your pillow and relaxing again.  “Theo?”

“Yes?”

“I… I’m really glad that you stayed with me today, it means a lot” You murmured, and making Theo smile again.

“I am too” he murmured, and you kept his gaze for a few moments.  Normally, you would’ve felt nervous, awkward staring into someone’s eyes for so long.  But his hazel green irises were just so appealing and you couldn’t get yourself to glance away.  “I’ve liked getting to know you for real y/n” You grinned wide, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks.

“You too” You said back wiggling a little closer to the edge of the bed.  He moved to the edge of his seat, staring down at your wide and sparkling eyes.  Even with the oxygen tube placed in your nose you looked breathtaking in this moment.  Theo let go of your hand, placing it opposite of his other palm on your cheek, holding your face in his hands.  You stared up at him, all of your attention, completely on his every move, his every touch.  He leaned down, ever so slightly, his eyes flicking from your rounded eyes to your lips, parted and plump, awaiting his own warm mouth.  You smiled after a moment of your intense stare, and he swore your eyes lit up as you watched him.

You rose your hands up, tiredly hooking your wrists behind his neck and mustering the strength to push upwards, hesitating just slightly, but Theo’s hands still on your cheeks guided you the rest of the way, your lips meeting in the softest, most gentle kiss ever given.

It was sleepy, and slow, both of you testing the waters with your newly found chemistry.  And neither of you disliked it one bit.  Theo carefully laid you back down onto your bed, so that you could rest and not have to gather the strength to lean up.  But not once did you break the kiss, just softly slant your lips against his, your head tilting slightly and moving in sync with him.

Your hand slid from behind his neck and tracing down his cheek, laying on his jaw as he pulled away from you.  Your bottom lip became encased by your teeth, but his thumb gently prodded it out.

“You, are the most beautiful girl, that I have ever, and will ever meet” He told you quietly, making a deep blush rush to your cheeks.

“Theo I’m wearing a hospital gown and there’s literally tubes in me” You said with a nervous laugh, but he shook his head, his thumbs caressing over your face in a soft fashion.

“It doesn’t matter” He whispered, and you smiled before pulling his lips back down to yours, falling in love with the warm and plump sensation as they moved together.  You hummed softly out of pleasure and delight.  Your fingers curled slightly around his jaw, and even when you parted you still held him close, your lips pulled into a smile as your lashes flicked up from his to his eyes.  He smiled back, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you” You murmured out, ever so quietly as you stared at him intensely.  Teo’s hand brushed across your cheek, before tilting his head up to press a kiss against your forehead.

“I love you too princess” Theo said, then leaned back in his seat.  Propping an elbow up on the side of your cot so he could lean his head against his hand.  “Now get some sleep, the pack’s gonna wanna see you soon” You nodded, taking his empty hand and linking your fingers together before closing your eyes peacefully.

Things weren’t so scary when he was sitting there watching over you.


alright i hope that was slow burn enough for ya XD

xoxo ~ jordie

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Originally posted by stylesinthewild

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