It was almost eleven at night and the after mission party was still going strong, the lights were flashing and the ever so loud electro music was pounding loudly across the tower. You sighed, quickly downing your tequila shot, pushing it over to the bartender, signalling that you wanted another one.
“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine” Natasha commented as she settled into the bar stool beside you , her Mai Tai in hand. “I’m bored, the guys are having so much fun” you replied blandly, gesturing to the men that stood at the other end of the hall, a few shots on the table as they continued with their pool game, the pile of money growing with each lost.
The heat of Baekhyun’s body around you warmed you through, despite the cooling of the bath water around you. At least that’s what you told yourself as you began to cool off and the slight shivering made you feel dizzy again.
“Are you ready to get out?” You heard his soft voice speak up from your shoulder and you sighed before you nodded your head reluctantly.
Kagome taught me how to smile, how to believe in people! Kagome was the reason I could make friends and rely on those friends! To shed tears for others, to understand true strength and kindness…They’re all things I learned from Kagome! Kagome was born to meet me!
a/n: I’m so sorry this took too long. Writer’s block and I’m back at school.
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Word count: 2900+
Warnings: Jealousy, angst
Request by anon: theseus always trying to flirt with Reader at Hogwarts because he’s mr. popular & everyone loves him but reader is actually head over heels for his little brother who they share care of magical creatures with? side of jealous/sad newt w happy end?
You were getting sick and tired of Theseus’s flirting. Every time at lunch and between classes and free time, he somehow managed to find you. Most of the time, you were with his younger brother, Newt, and when you weren’t he would turn the charm to 100.
You were in the library, studying your little heart out because finals were just around the corner and Newt was nowhere to be found. You’d gone here in hopes for peace and quiet, but unfortunately, it evaded you.
You heard a knocking and looked up to see Theseus sitting across from you, looking through your notes and analyzing them.
“Pretty handwriting for a pretty girl,” he complimented, winking at you as he shuffled the papers. You sighed, pulling the notes away from him and going back to studying.
He sat there for a few minutes, fidgeting and staring at you before he pulled the notes from in front of you.
“Give them back,” you grumbled, not in the mood for his games today. “Please.”
He held them away from you for a few seconds, studying your expression before a grin flickered across his face.
“Go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend and I will,” he bargained, eyes shining with mischief.
A quiet ruffling of pages filled the room as you shook your head.
“I’m going with Newt this weekend. I can’t ditch him.”
His smile faltered a little before he smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“I heard he’s going with Leta. He was going to tell you today,” he grinned, shaking the papers in his hand slightly.
You could feel your heart drop as you frowned, eyebrows furrowing as your mouth dropped.
“I—Oh… okay,” you mumbled, searching for words.
“So, go with me?” He lowered the papers to you, an offer.
“Let me think about it,” you conceded, taking the papers, his fingers brushing against yours. There was no spark like the one that happened when you touched Newt. Every brush of skin with Newt sent tingles throughout your body.
“Thank you,” he beamed, a flirtatious tone permeating each word as he let go and stood up. “I’ll let you get back to studying.”
He sauntered off, a cocky and satisfied grin plastered on his face. He wasn’t his brother, but he could be funny and charming when he wanted to be.
You shook your head, sighing and gathering up your papers. You wouldn’t be able to study now with all these thoughts running through your mind.
Newt just decided to ditch you and go with Leta instead? Even though you’d been planning this for a while. Even though you’d had special plans for this.
You stood up, contemplating how much more you could take. Lately, Newt had been hanging out with Leta more and it seemed like he’d gained feelings for her.
You knew she was absolutely gorgeous and he deserved better than you, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. Merlin, you were head over heels for him.
You had half an hour before Care for Magical Creatures, your last class for the day, and spent it in the owlery, cleaning up after them.
When it was time for class you trudged over there, dreading the class you shared with Newt. Rest assured, you absolutely adored the class and thought it positively marvelous, you just didn’t look forward to seeing Newt all that much at the moment.
You couldn’t believe he’d just leave you for her. Weren’t Hufflepuffs supposed to be loyal?
Of course they were! Why were you freaking out without getting his side of the story?
Though there was still a lot of doubt and apprehension clouding your mind, you shook your head and continued to class, pulling open the door. There was a slight chatter going around the room as you walked in, searching for the familiar mop of red hair.
“Hey, Newt,” you greeted, a slight smile curling your lips. He glanced up at you before he ducked his head rather guiltily.
“I’ve, uh, I’ve got s-something to tell you,” he confessed, avoiding looking anywhere near you as he fiddled with his hands. You stopped for a second, your mind racing through possibilities as you sat down.
“Oh,” you mumbled, realizing what it might be. You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously, the small amount of hope you’d gained disintegrating painfully.
“Now, please, please, don’t get upset,” he pleaded, talking faster now that you were running out of time til class started. “But, I—I, uh, kind of in—invited Leta to come with us. To, uh, to Hogsmeade.”
You let out a low breath, a quiet buzz filling your mind much like the one in the classroom.
“Oh.” You felt a small sense of relief that he hadn’t left you entirely. “O-okay.”
“Please don’t be too upset. I know this was supposed to just be something between the two of us, but she had no one to go with,” he rushed out, glancing up to you apologetically.
“It’s fine, Newt,” you said, almost roboticly.
You shook yourself, shoving off the feelings of insecurity. You forced more emotion into your voice and face, shrugging slightly as a fake smile replaced your frown.
“You can go with her,” you told him, watching the way he startled and stared up at you for a moment. “Theseus asked me to go with him.”
He fumbled for words, eyebrows furrowing and scrunching.
“No, Newt, it’s okay. I know she’s your friend and you want to spend time with her,” you interrupted, waving off his answer. “This way you can spend time with her and I won’t be alone.”
“I… Y/n, I— I want to spend time with you, too,” he stammered, at a loss.
“Honestly, it’s okay Newt. I’m sure I’ll have fun with Theseus and you’ll have fun with—with Leta,” you said firmly, grabbing your quill as the professor came in.
“Y-y/n,” he lamented, sounding slightly distressed.
“Newt,” you cut him off, your tone almost warning. He closed his mouth, sighing as he grabbed his quill, too.
Class passed quietly and fairly fast. You disappeared afterwards, nursing a fractured heart and allowing it to hurt.
With no more classes to distract you and no Newt to spend time with, you were a little lost, unsure of what to do.
You went back to the library, a favorite place of yours, and started searching for a few books. You loved to lose yourself in the different worlds and would read whenever you got the chance. After finding a sufficient stack, you found a quiet corner to nest up in, setting down the books beside you as you slid down to the floor.
“Hey, Y/n,” you heard someone greet softly as they settled next to you.
“Hey, Theseus,” you sighed, glancing up at him and giving a small twitch of your lips as a greeting smile, too drained to do anything more.
“I’m assuming you talked to Newt then, if you’re in here moping,” he said quietly, gently placing a hand on your book.
Another heavy exhale.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just wanted to hang out with you,” he apologized, eyes darting around your face.
“Why, Theseus? If you knew me, at all, you would know that I’m not going to be another one of your conquests,” you snapped, albeit without any malice. You were mostly just tired.
Tired of pining for someone you couldn’t have. Tired of fighting for his attention. Tired of how much heartbreak you suffered through every day.
“Of course I know that,” he chuckled, looking amused. “I also know that you’re completely in love with my brother. I’m just—just looking out for him, you know? Trying to get to know you a little better.”
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his nervous exterior much different from his usual confident and sarcastic behaviour.
“I know, I know. ‘What about the flirting and little comments and all that?’ I just, well, I just didn’t want to make it obvious. I know I don’t act like it all of the time, but I love my little brother. I care about him and I just wanted to make sure you were good for him,” he explained, looking around and not letting you get a word in.
“He deserves someone like you, Y/n. He deserves someone good and happy and who loves creatures just as much as he does. Someone who can make him happy,” he added, a small but sincere smile making its way to his lips.
You were absolutely bewildered, your entire thought process thrown off course. You fumbled for words, mouth gaping and forming nonsensical sounds.
“Wha—But you— H-how did yo— How did you know?” You blurted, a flush staining your cheeks and ears.
He gave you a look, his eyebrow raised and a challenging smirk playing on his lips.
“I’m not blind,” he laughed quietly, shaking his head at you. “Though my brother obviously is.”
“I—I, uh, I— Oh Merlin. I don-don’t know what to say,” you stammered, embarrassed that his older brother knew that you were head over heels for Newt.
“You don’t have to say anything, it’s alright. Honestly, I think you should probably just go back to your room and rest rather than stress. I can put your books away.”
He stood up and offered you a hand, pulling you to your feet.
“Thank you,” you told him, your voice sincere. You gave him a smile, a real one, and began to leave.
“Oh, Theseus,” you called back softly. He looked up at you, three books in his arms.
“I’ll go with you tomorrow. To Hogsmeade. Newt is going with Leta, so…”
His brow furrowed as he studied your expression.
“Alright. I’ll see you then, okay? For now, go get some rest.”
You nodded at him and left, making your way to your room. As soon as you got there, you collapsed onto your bed, sleep overcoming you within minutes.
You’d gotten to Hogsmeade without seeing Newt and it both relieved and concerned you. Theseus had chattered and talked to you frequently, trying to distract you from it and your overthinking.
When you’d finally caught a glance of Newt, he’d been towed along behind Leta into the sweets store where you and Theseus were headed.
“Hey, let’s go to a different store,” you propositioned, turning abruptly and walking in a different direction. His hand landed on your arm and he pulled you back.
“Nope! We are going over there because you need to stop avoiding him,” he tossed back lightheartedly, in such a good mood that it rubbed off on you.
He tugged you along playfully, glancing at your exasperated expression.
“Come on, quit pouting and let’s go,” he laughed, his hand holding yours. It wasn’t uncomfortable, more like holding hands with one of your best friends or a sibling. Purely platonic.
“Alright, alright, fine.”
He pulled you along into the store, doing a quick look over to search for Leta and Newt. They were over by the chocolate frogs, talking quietly.
“So how long have you known?” You asked him softly, pulling your hand from his.
“About you being head over heels for my brother?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at you. “For about as long as I’ve known you. It was sweet and a little sad, watching you fall for him. I’m pretty sure I knew before you did.”
“Yeah. I could see the way you looked at him, your actions, and just how you acted around him. I even saw the moment when you finally realized that you were in love with him. It was a pretty mundane moment, you know? Just a regular, everyday occurrence. Not romantic or really all that special. I saw you guys at lunch and he was talking about something, his creatures I’m assuming, and you were just looking at him with so much love.”
He let out a quiet laugh, breaking eye contact for a moment to look towards Newt.
“Then you just froze, with this look of pure panic on your face and I could tell. I’ve seen the same look on Newt’s face,” he continued, gazing back at you with a dreamy, reminiscing expression.
“Yeah, with Leta,” you finished, breaking the thoughtful haze surrounding Theseus.
“What? No, wi—”
“Y/n? Theseus?” You heard Newt call, walking towards the both of you with a troubled expression.
“Oh, hey, Newt,” you replied, your mood plummeting at the sight of Leta holding onto his arm.
“Hi, Theseus,” Leta greeted, smiling sweetly, too sweetly, at him and placing a hand on his arm. “What are you doing here?”
You scowled at the fact that she was flirting with him right in front of Newt and ignoring him. He gave a forced half smile, used to the attention being diverted to his older, well liked brother.
“Getting to know Y/n,” he answered honestly, shrugging off Leta’s touch and noting the way Newt’s expression screwed up in irritation and jealousy.
“Just making sure she’s the right girl for my little brother,” he added mischievously, grinning at both of you and ruffling Newt’s hair playfully.
Both you and Newt balked, mouths gaping and sputtering out nonsense words, flushing a dark red.
Theseus let out a quick snort of laughter, placing a hand over his mouth as he surveyed the scene in front of him.
You were a blushing mess, stuttering out syllables and fumbling with your hands.
Newt was the same, his freckles disappearing under the dark flush and mouth opening and closing.
Leta was an angry red, a look of disbelief and anger staining her features as she glared at the open mouthed figures.
“Theseus!” You exclaimed at him, both mortified and terrified. You avoided looking at Newt, instead fixing your gaze at Theseus’s amused expression.
“Thanks,” you spat out, funneling your embarrassment into something you could deal with easier. You shook your head angrily and stalked off, leaving the shop entirely.
Theseus rolled his eyes at your dramatic actions. However embarrassed you might be, you’d be thankful later on. This was exactly the kind of push you two needed or else you’d never confess.
Frustrated and mortified tears came to your eyes as you stormed away.
As horrified and utterly terrified as you were, you couldn’t help the small amount of relief that filled you. It felt so much better for you now that you weren’t harboring that humongous secret anymore.
You heard someone exit the store and follow you, their hurried steps catching up with you. You stopped, still facing away from him and roughly wiping away the tears.
“Theseus, leave me alone. Newt wasn’t supposed to know! Now our friendship is ruined a-and I—I. I’m in love with him and you know that. Even being friends was enough and now I…No-Now I don’t even have that,” you cried, turning around to see what he had to say for himself.
“Oh god,” you murmured, eyes wide and your heart hammering as you stared at the freckled man in front of you.
He stared at you in what looked like awe, but was more likely to be repulsion. He took a few staggered steps towards you, glancing at the ground when you flinched ever so slightly. He reached out a hand to you and came closer, until he was right in front of you.
You stayed silent, shaking almost imperceptibly.
“I, uh, I— Are— Please tell me it’s true,” he rushed out, an almost frantic look in his eyes.
“Please, please tell me you feel the same way,” he pleaded almost desperately, glancing around your face.
“The same… Way?”
Could he possibly like you, too? Could he possibly feel the same way you did?
“No, Merlin, of course not. I—I…,” he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand as he turned around to walk away.
“I do.” The words escaped your lips before you could think. You hoped with all your heart and soul that he meant he had feelings for you, too. “I-I, uh, I do feel the— the same w-way.”
“Really?” He whipped around, taking a few staggered steps to you and raising a hesitant hand up. “You—You really do?
His eyes were glassy, as were yours.
“I really do,” you laughed quietly, your voice a little husky from the tears. “I really, really do. Have for a long time.”
A smile spread onto his lips, mouth pulling up into a full blown grin. His eyes sparkled as he gently placed the hand onto your cheek, smoothing his thumb along your cheekbone.
“As have I.”
You were beaming now, eyes shining with tears. You brought your hand up to cover his, smiling as you held eye contact. It was so different looking into his eyes for a prolonged time.
He had flecks of blue and gold in his gorgeous green eyes.
You rushed forward, crushing him in a hug and laughed through tears into his shoulder.
“Oh, thank you,” you laughed into the fabric, clutching him closer as he wrapped his arms around you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Warnings: None but it’s a bit longer than the others I think.
He’d never had someone quite like you in his life, the only mother figure he had was Talia, your opposite apparently. You’d often ask about his day, night activities, offer to stitch him up, make him snacks, take him places whenever he wasn’t quite himself - he secretly loved all the things you did but couldn’t understand why you did them. Did he owe you something? Did you need him for some evil master plan?
It was a Saturday morning and Damian was graciously finishing the breakfast prepared for him by Alfred when you walked in, dressed in a way that suggested you were going somewhere.
“Morning Dami, how’d you sleep?” You chirped reaching for a snack on the top shelf.
“Well. Though patrol was particularly strenuous.” He monotonously replied looking to you, green eyes filled with curiosity.
“I hope you kicked butt out there, do you need any injuries taking care of?” You asked with a smile.
“No.” Rather blunt, with a hint of obnoxiousness.
“Alright, call me if you need anything.” You grinned walking over to the boy and playfully ran your fingers through his hair before leaving the kitchen.
Damian froze, this was odd behaviour - you’d never done that to him before and he felt slightly agitated that you were now treating him like a child. Dick walked in just as you were about to exit noticing the cold frown his ‘youngest brother’ wore.
“Hey Dickiebird.” You greeted and again tousled his hair too, to which left Damian thoroughly confused - so you weren’t treating him like a child?
Dicks eyes lit up significantly and he sent a pout your way as you left, immediately fixing his hair afterwards. Damian’s hair was also in more disarray than usual and realisation hit the older hero.
“It’s her way of showing she loves us, (y/n) does it to all of us from time to time.” Grayson grinned before grabbing some orange juice and presumably going to the Batcave.
There was no way you did this to all of them right? Damian decided to check this out for himself through the art of skilful observation, or maybe he was just determined to prove Grayson wrong.
First it was Tim, a couple of days after the 'incident’ and Tim had come to the Batcave under the alias of Red Robin, pulling down his mask and looking completely exhausted. You sat at one of the desks pushing a cup of coffee toward the returning vigilante while Damian leant on the railing above watching the scene unfold below him. Tim walked past the coffee and over to you who was now standing, he took you into a weak hug and rested his forehead on your shoulder allowing you to run your fingers through his tousled locks.
“Aw, you must tired Timmy.” Again you gave a meaningful smile and handed Tim his coffee which he graciously accepted.
Damian continued to observe, believing that Tim was just soft and you had only gotten to ¾ of them meaning Dick still wasn’t right.
Damian was confident you wouldn’t do it to all of the Robins, apparently just most of them - Jason being the one exception, since he was always grumpy or sarcastic, he didn’t think you would dare touch him in fear of getting yelled at. However, he was proven wrong much to his distaste when Jason had arrived at the manor for goodness knows what and was leaning on the wall waiting for Bruce (he assumed anyway).
Thats when you walked past, noticing the absence of Jason’s helmet you briskly went toward him and rustled your fingers through his hair on your way past.
“Nice of you to visit Jaybird, you better tell me how you’re getting on once you’re done here.” You grinned heading down the hallway while Damian awaited the harsh reply from the Red Hood. Which never came…?
Instead Jason ran a hand through his newly messed up hair and smiled, it was a genuine smile too, one which was rarely even seen on him. Did he like it?
“Was that a smile Todd?” Damian arrogantly interrogated making his presence known.
“Shut up Demon spawn!” Jason remarked, a hint of happiness detected in his rude tone.
Upon returning from vigilante duty with his father, Damian was still considering his findings - why did you do it? Grayson was not right, it couldn’t be a sign of affection since he’d only been living here for a few months maybe he just refused to accept that you actually did trust him so quickly or it was denial.
He stood in the Batcave pondering all the possibilities, meanwhile you happily greeted Bruce with long kiss and a hug then made you way over to Robin with Bruce carefully watching your actions.
You ran your hand through his dark hair, ruffling it slightly which recaptured his attention.
“Welcome home Dami.” You greeted cheerfully but in a calm manner then began to make your way back up to the mansion.
You completely missed the look of shock that crossed Bruce’s face in a split second as you interacted with Robin. Robin on the other had finally accepted it, he enjoyed your little act of affection and it made him feel welcome, safe and happy even - this brought the smallest of smiles to boys features.
“Thanks… (Y/N).” Damian finished, turning to you as you left - you smiled and nodded in response while Bruce was just speechless due to Damian’s sudden change in attitude. Weird.
A/N: Ya’ll. I’m so fuckin’ swamped in responsibility. I
feel a lil guilty about coming back with something non-Rami but fuck it. Some
other things I wanna say: Send me anything. Send me asks. I wanna answer you
guys’ questions. Be nosy as hell. Also, I have something you might be
interested in coming up after my birthday which is in like 2 weeks. Please feel
free to request more Negan stuff, I’m branching out bitches.
Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship
(student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the
character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind
of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY
INBOX IF YOU’VE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE
TEA I’M NOSY.
Word count: 4448
“Preserving innocent life, orderly living in society,
worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.” His deep, gravelly voice
fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many
teachers. He pauses before continuing. “What are the issues with these precepts
that Aquinas put forward?”
You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in
class isn’t an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the
other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat
nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and
piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and
Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is
often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries,
his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around
the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the
team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.
(Y/n), Calm yourself!” He yelled, “Stop acting like a child!”
You turned on him, your stormy eyes fixed on him. “Me? Childish? Never!” You spat. You started hurling pillows at him, screaming as you did so, “Is this childish, Sherlock?”
“Yes of course!” He screamed back at you.
“Fine!” You took a deep breath before continuing to hurl things at Sherlock while screaming, “Taxes! Bills! Funerals! Work! Relationships! Sex! Cooking! Death! Am I adult NOW SHERLOCK?”
He sighed, dodging back and forth against the things you threw, wincing as some of them smashed against the wall behind him.
“(Y/n), for god’s sake!” He yelled, raising an arm to cover his face as he strode across the apartment to reach you.
Angry tears streamed down your cheeks, “No.” You sobbed.
“No.” You whispered as he got closer, outstretching his arms. And then you gave up, collapsing into his arms with a sob, the tears flowing freely as he held you. The two of you sunk to the floor, where he held you silently as you cowered against his chest. Everything you’d thrown lay around you as a trail of destruction, a tribute to your rage. Neither of you moved, you stayed there still as a statue, the only movement the tears rolling down your cheeks.
“What the bloody hell happened!?” Asked a elderly female voice in shock from the doorway.
“Not now, Mrs Hudson.” Sherlock said with an unusual softness, “(Y/n) and I just had a bit of a fight, I’ll tidy it up later.”
You heard her leave and Sherlock continued to hold you until you were ready to talk. Even if that was hours.