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Alec & Magnus + War of Hearts by Ruelle | Shadowhunters
For other CW shows, I say usually the early seasons are better than the later seasons but with Legends it just gets better and better as the seasons go by
The Dice Game. Theo Raeken.
Pairing: Dom! Theo Raeken x Sub! Fem! Reader.
Warnings: Smut/Sex/Mature Content, Dirty Talk and Fore Play.
Requested?: Well, a lot of people were giving my original set a bunch of likes and @dietch-oke said âYou should finish this before I go insane.â so I decided to take it as a request to finish it :). Thanks a lot for the feedback and feel free to leave a request if you want to :D. And besides, itâs to celebrate that we have đŻ followers! I know it might not be that much, but weâre really thankful!!
Summary: Theo appears at your house, interrupting your study session just to play a game. But later on you discover itâs not just any game, and itâs definetly not an innocent on.
Author: Ellie.
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âNobodyâs P. O. V.â
âA Dice Game?â You ask in confusion. âYeah, I saw it on my phone.â Theo says while youâre sat on the chair of your desk, trying to get back to doing your homework thatâs due for tomorrow. âAnd why would I play a game with someone who I donât only dislike but also interrupted my homework session?â You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
âTo relief some stress.â He says with a smirk. âNo.â You say. âCome on, itâll only take a couple of minutes.â He insists. âI swear that if I donât have my homework done for tomorrow-â âYouâll have it.â He says while looking in his phone. âDo you have two dices we can play with?â He asks.
âYou came here unprepared, how professional.â You sarcastically say, checking in your drawers and taking out a blue and white Dice. âAnd why do you have dices?â Theo asks. âOh shut up, you came here to play a Dice Game without Dice⊠and besides, I like playing board games with my little brother.â You say.
âOkay, the blue Dice is Dice #1, and the white is #2.â He starts saying. âAnd how do we play the game?â You ask, sitting down on the floor after he does. âWe roll the Dice and if #1 is a one, it means Lick.-â âWha-â âStop, Iâm not done.â Theo says before continuing after clearing his throat.
âTwo means Suck, Three means Stroke, Four Massage, Five Tickle and Six Rub.â He says, making a small pause before he keeps on explains while your face shows pure confusion. âNow, Dice #2. One means Lips, Two Ears, Three Neck, Four Inside of Thighs, Five Chest and Six meansâŠâ
âPrivates.â He finishes saying. âAnd by privates you meanâŠâ You start saying and stop when you see the look on his face, smirk on display and an eyebrow slightly raised, making you swallow thickly. âOkay.â You calmly say. âOkay?â Theo asks, surprised that youâll play. âOkay.â You repeat. âOkay then, whoâs first?â He confidently asks. âYou should go first.â You say after swallowing the lump in your throat.
âAlright then.â He says and rolls the Dice. The First one falls in Five and the Second one in Three. âWhatâs a Five-Three?â You ask, not remembering what the numbers of the Dice mean. âI have to Tickle your Neck.â He says while looking at his phone. âNo thanks.â You say, preferring to keep your tickle spot to yourself. âCome on, you agreed to play.â He says. âFine.â You say, pulling your hair to the side.
Theo scoots closer to you until now all he has to do is lean a bit backwards to the side and is behind you. He starts to run his fingers over your neck, searching for a weak spot to tickle and when he finds it, you bite your lip to keep your noises to yourself but a small squeak escapes you. He smirks to himself and starts to tickle your new found spot and you now move your free hand to cover your mouth.
Your shoulders start to jumps up and down while he hears you laughing as you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling. âCome on, let me hear you laugh.â He says in an amusing tone and you shake your head side to side. You stay like that for awhile so he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away from your mouth, a loud laugh finally leaving you.
He keeps up with his torture and at some point, youâre layed on your side and a few tears are leaving your eyes, your stomach starting to hurt. âSt-sto-op! P-please!â You say in between laughs, making him let out one of his own. âOkay, okay. Youâre next.â He says, putting an end to his actions. You sit back up and brush your tears away while recovering from your stomach ache.
âThanks.â You say in a now more serious tone after he gives you the Dice. You shake them in your hands that are closed together in a fist and then let them go to roll a few times and then con to a stop. Four Blue, and Five White. âWhatâs a Four Five?â You ask. Theo doesnât answer and instead shows you his phone. âYou have to Massage my Chest.â He says with a smirk.
âThatâs gonna be weird.â You say with an awkward look on your face. âMaybe for you, but for meâŠâ He says, making a pause to pull his shirt off, showing off his body. âItâll be my pleasure.â He finishes saying. âI can give you your Massage with your shirt on you now?â You say, trying to keep your eyes from his hard and firm chest and abs. âWell I want it off.â He says.
You let out a sigh and walk with your knees closer to him which he gladly separates his legs to give you some space where you situate yourself while heâs leaned back at a 45 angle, being supported by his hands. You place your hands flatly on his chest and start to lightly move them. You had never really given a massage before so in your opinion, youâre just running your hands over his chest, slightly squeezing and pressing on it.
âThatâs a massage?â He asks with his brows raised. âI donât know how to give one.â You say. âWell, it doesnât matter anyways, I like the feeling of your hands on my body, and it looks like youâre enjoying yourself too.â He says in a low and seductive tone, clearly having a smirk but you donât look at him to see his jade eyes where you could easily get lost in.
Your hands stay on his chest for a few minutes, giving him his âmassageâ at which you have to bite the inside of your cheek to not let out a moan just at the feeling of his toned chest. At some point, Theo starts to moan at the sensation, teasing you and making you get frustrated and bite your cheek harder. âI think thatâs enough.â You say, not being able to take any more of his teasing.
âIf you say soâŠâ He says while you remove your hands from him and sit back at your original place as he grabs the Dice. âArenât you gonna put your shirt back on?â You ask, trying to keep your eyes away from him. âNope, Iâm just gonna let you enjoy the view.â He says with his usual smirk before rolling the Dice. The Blue Dice gets Six and the White one lands on Four.
âWhat does Six and Four mean?â You ask. âI have to rub the inside of your thighs.â Theo says. âWhat?â You ask in panic, knowing that heâs going to tease the hell out of you. âSee it for yourself.â He says, showing you his phone. âUgh, fine.â You say, starting to move closer to him but he takes you by surprise at quickly turning you around so your back is facing him and pulling you to sit between his still separated legs.
âArenât you gonna take your pants off?â He asks. âWhat?!â You ask in panic again. âI was just saying.â He says against your ear, shrugging it off and then placing his hands in between your pressed together legs. âAt least spread your legs for me.â He whispers in your ear, gently squeezing your thighs. You look away from his hands and instead let him spread your legs on his own.
He starts to rub the inside of your thighs, squeezing a few times and slowly with each amount of time inching higher and higher. Each time he moves his hands higher, the arousal on your panties increases and so does his breath that tries to take in more and more of the sweet smell. Soon, he has the curve of his thumbs and index finger on the curve of where your crotch/pubic bone meet with the top of your thighs while his fingers, excluding his thumbs, keep on rubbing.
Once again, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep your noises to yourself while you try to keep your legs in their place to not seem so vulnerable towards him, but it keeps on getting harder and harder at the feeling of wetness continuously escaping your clothed sex. âYou smell so good Princess.â He says in your ear, lightly biting it and starting to move a hand over your crotch.
âTh- that wasnât what you got.â You difficulty say. âYou know what? Youâre right, weâre supposed to play by the rules.â He says, moving his hands away from you, letting you move back to your place. Theo hands you the Dice and you grab them while being sat with the back of your calves against the back of your thighs, your legs completely pressed together in attempt to ignore the ache in your core.
You look at him and see him smirking which has you thinking that thereâs something fishy about the look on his face. You decide to ignore it and roll the Dice. The white one stopping at Six and the Blue one at One, making your eyes widen. You didnât remember much about the meaning of the numbers but you certainly couldnât forget of the meaning of the second Dice landing on Six.
Privates.
âWhat does the number One mean?â You ask. âLick.â He says. âUm, I think thatâs all for today, I should get back to doing homework.â You nervously say. âCome on Y/N, youâre the one who agreed that we had to play by the rules.â He says. âUm, I-â âItâll be the last one, after this you can go to your homework and Iâll leave you alone.â He says, interrupting you.
âYou promise youâll leave?â You ask, knowing heâs very capable of staying and not letting you concentrate. âI promise.â He says but thereâs something in the way he says it that has you believing otherwise. But you still do it. âOkay.â You shyly say. âGood.â He says. Theo unbuttons his jeans, unzips them and you see how his hand goes in his underwear, pulling his hard erection out.
As soon as you see it, your eyes widen and you gasp in surprise. You didnât notice he had a boner earlier and you certainly didnât think heâd be that big. You look away while moving closer and when youâre in front of him within about a foot away, he speaks. âItâs okay, I donât mind you looking, after all, youâre gonna Lick it.â He says, having his legs separated like earlier.
âOkay.â You say like previously and lay down on your stomach, being supported up by your elbows and having his dick right in front of you, only a few centimeters away from your tongue soon to be licking him through your slightly parted lips. You take in the view and notice a vein sticking out in some sort of way that looks good, the end of the top of his foreskin right under the bottom of the light pink head of his cock which is starting to leak off pre-cum
 You let out a small breath that hits his dick and you raise your head a bit higher, sticking your tongue out and touching his pre-cum with the tip of your tongue. Your tongue collects some of his liquid and you bring your tongue back in to swallow, taking in the good flavor. You flatly place your tongue on his tip and start stroking him, but it doesnât last much before you kitten lick him instead.
Not long after, youâre done licking his pre-cum off and now place your tongue on his balls, licking all the way back up to his tip. You continue like that for awhile, sticking to the rules but only making Theo tired of it. âCanât you do more?â He asks with traces of boredom. âYou said we had to âfollow the rulesâ didnât you?â You say, now having a confident voice.
âThatâs it.â He says, grabbing your head with both hands, pulling you up to the tip and sinking you all the way down until your nose collides with his pubic bone and your bottom lip comes in contact with his balls while you already have gagging tears leaving the corners of your eyes and running all the way down to your cheeks at having something so thick down your throatâŠ
Your tongue also sticking out a bit with the tip reaching his balls while the rest is completely against the base of his dick. You move your head upwards to pull all the way back but just when you reach his tip, he pushes your head back down, grabbing a handful of your hair and making you use that motion. At that, Theo finally starts to let out an occasional moan but itâs still not enough for him.
âIf you donât start sucking, youâre just gonna take longer doing that.â He says. You look up at him but then back to his lower stomach, a breath leaving through your nose that sounds like an annoyed sigh but he doesnât care. You swallow some saliva first and then start moving your tongue over the underside of his dick while sucking and trying to move your head up and down.
Theo quickly gets the idea and stops forcing you to have your head all the way down. He loosens his grip on you and lets you use your back and forth motion but he still forces you all the way down when he notices that youâre just reaching what fits in your mouth, so he makes you deep-throat him. More tears run down your cheeks and you let him control your motion, now just sucking and licking.
Not long after, your lack of air starts to affect you more and you try to pull back, pushing on his thighs and hips to pull away but he doesnât let you. You try to speak but your words only get muffled and causes vibrations to travel through him which makes him moan and groan. Your breath comes in and out through your nose at a rapid pace while he starts to pulse inside of your mouth.
You hear him starting to growl and he uses a faster pace with you, now fucking your mouth. âFuck!â He yells out at the same time he reaches his orgasm, sinking your head all the way down, cumming deep in your throat and filling a certain amount of it. He releases your head and you quickly pull back but he grabs your jaw and makes sure to keep your mouth closed.
âGood girls swallow.â He says, maintaining eyes contact and seeing how you difficulty swallow his load and then finally letting you open your mouth and gasp for air. Theo leans back again and lets out a small sigh, feeling relieved how he said the game would do, except that it was only for him. Theo easily recovers, faster than you and he pulls you back to him by your ankles, making you gasp like previously but now in surprise.
Before you can do or say anything, he pulls you in for a fast and rough kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth and having a hand on the back of your head with his fingers running through your hair as he keeps you from pulling back, but you donât want to. You kiss back, throwing yourself at him which makes him fall back to the floor, his eyes widen in surprise but still keep his lips on yours.
You wrap your arms around his neck, his going around your waist and grabbing handfuls of your ass, squeezing and squishing them together and occasionally slapping it. âCan I ride you?â You ask. âYou can ride me whenever you want.â He says with a smirk. He quickly takes your shirt off, rips off the back of your bra to take it off quickly too.
âThat was my favorite bra.â You say. âYou look better without it.â He says, picking you up, placing you over his shoulder to walk to your bed while giving your ass a hard slap and then throwing you to your bed and getting on top of you to kiss, suck and tug on your nipples. You let out a small shriek when he bites at your nipples too hard, having your boobs squished together.
He tugs at them backwards and sucks until theyâre a deep red at his toughness and youâre whining and crying out at how sensible heâs making you. âTh- Theo, please.â You whine out, placing your hands on his shoulders and trying to push him away. He sits back up on his calves but only to harshly pull your pants off and then your underwear while you kick off your socks and shoes as he then does the same thing.
He moves back up to you and kisses you roughly, having a hand on your thigh to wrap your leg around his lower back and his free hand keeping his body up while you have an arm around the back of his neck with your other hand in his hair, gripping and pulling on it. âDo you have any condoms?â You ask, breaking the kiss. âNo, why?â He asks as if they werenât important.
âYou knew you were having sex with me and you came unprepared for that too?â You ask with a âreally?â look on your face. âAre you gonna ride me or not?â He asks. You annoyingly sigh out and push him to the other side of your bed, reaching out for your drawer and pulling a condom out. You roll to the opposite side, landing on top of Theo with your legs on each side of him and sitting back on his lap.
You rip the plastic wrapper open and then unroll the thin latex lair over his length, giving him a few strokes afterwards. You stand up on your knees and move forward, having your hands on his lower stomach to support yourself while heâs leaned upwards with his hands behind him and supporting him too.
You stop once your right on top of his length and you slowly lower yourself, feeling how his tip passes through your wet folds and presses against your opening. Theo places a hand on your waist and helps you sit down on his length. You bite your lip as soon as he enters you, feeling how heâs stretching you out while he instantly throws his head back and moans out in pleasure.
A few seconds later, heâs completely inside of you and youâre fully sat down on the upper part of his thighs, letting out a small whine while adjusting to his size. Not long after, you let out a small sigh and then start to slowly move up and down, feeling how every single inch of his dick slides in and out of you. You move your hands to his chest and gently push him back so heâs laying down.
He moves both of his hands to your waist, letting out loud moans and groans of your name that only encourages you to keep going. You slowly start to pick up your pace, going a bit faster every amount of time. âFaster.â He moans and you try to. Your attempt to bounce up and down on his thighs faster only makes it more difficult for you to move, so insteadâŠ
You stop your movements and replace them with back and forth ones as if you were dry-humping him. You feel his grip on your waist get tighter and he moans even louder. âJust like that Princess.â He moans, moving his hands to wrap them around your lower back. You move your hands over his chest and slowly pass them over his muscular front, memorizing the curves of his abs and his v-line.
You move in circular motions, side to side, back and forth, still not being ready to move up and down again. Theo opens his eyes to look up at you and see how moans and groans leave your parted lips while you have your head thrown back, now starting to slightly move up and down. After some time, youâre practically slamming yourself down on his dick over and over, your ass thatâs repeatedly slapping against his thighs making loud noises.
âFaster.â He says like previously. âI- I canât go faster.â You difficulty say, a few whines escaping your mouth. âUgh!â He stressfully lets out before hooking an arm around your lower back, roughly grabbing your hip, wrapping his other arm around your upper back to force you to lean down until youâre chest-to-chest with him and then thrusting upwards at a fast and hard pace.
âAH!â You scream out in pleasure at the feeling of the tip of his cock ramming into your deeply hidden spot, instantly making you clench tighter around him and your stomach start to twist in knots as you scream loudly in his ear. âFuck! Right there!â You scream, your delightful noises making his hand flatly land on your ass cheek, giving you two harsh slaps, hard enough to make your cheek turn a light shade of red.
The bed starts to squeak at the harsh movements while Theo holds your ass up to pound up into you, hitting the perfect spot every time he moves upwards, earning a pleasure-filled scream from you each time. Not long after you feel how he starts to pulse inside of you, both of you starting to pant while his arms begin to get a bit sore due to caring you and staying in the same position.
âTh- Theo, Iâm abo-out to-â âI know, j- just a little longer.â He says, letting you fall on top of him and now instead thrusting into you while youâre rested on top of him, letting out a pant whenever he hits the right spot. You run your hands through his hair, pulling and gripping on it harshly, finding it more and more difficult to last longer.
âTheo⊠Iâm not g- gonna last much lo-onger.â You stutter out. You bury your face in the pillow, biting in to keep yourself from reaching your orgasm but you still do. You cum all over his dick with a loud scream, clenching around him and filling his ears with your pleasured noises, helping him reach his orgasm too. He lets out a loud groan, throwing his head back into the pillows, closing his eyes and his back slightly arching off the bed while he fills the condom.
When heâs done with his orgasm, he lays back down, his grip loosening on you as well as yours on him, both of your bodies feeling boneless. After a few minutes of catching your breaths, he slowly pulls out of you and takes off the condom, letting you stay on top of him as he ties it and throws it in the trash bin close to your bed.
âI should go now, you need to focus on your homework anyways donât you?â He asks with a smirk while you lazily lift up your head from the pillows and lay it sideways on his chest after lowering yourself to be at the right height. âJust tell me first, out of all the girls you know, why did you pick me to play with you?â You ask.
âBecause I didnât want to fuck just any girl, I wanted to fuck you.â He says. âSo⊠this isnât a one-time thing right?â You hopefully ask. âNope, weâre gonna do it again.â He says before rolling you off of him to the bed and getting off. You watch as he gets dressed and then gives you a rough kiss before leaving with a smirk.
i know that my blog makes it seem like all I care about in life is a tv show so I just wanted to clarify that yes, all I care about in life is a tv show
In Need Of An Alpha...Or Two
Characters: Y/n (FEMALE READER), Derek, Peter
Pairing: Derek x Y/n x Peter
Warnings: Pure smut, squirting, biting, threesome, double penetrationâŠjust smut basicallyâŠthen fluffy shit at the endâŠcos I like thatâŠ
Word count: 2350
Summary: Who knew becoming an Omega meant you craved an Alpha? Luckily, you have two who are more than willing to help you.
A/N: Ok, soâŠrequested fic from @valeria-winchester-Hi could you do a Peter hale x reader x derek smut? Love your writing. U wanted smutâŠhere u go!! Hope u like it!!
You never realized that becoming a werewolf would increase your sex drive by about tenfold.
Not until you were lying in Derekâs bed, sweating and squirming, fingers deep inside your pussy as you pumped them in and out, needing to release over and over.
You wondered if this was what they all went through.
Youâd only briefly met them, but you knew Scott, Liam and Isaac had been turned-not born werewolves.
Had this happened to them? Did they have to jack off a billion times a day, just to stop themselves aching?
Or was it just you it happened to?
You had no idea, and to be honest, you didnât care.
All you cared about was reaching your next orgasm.
Youâd been going for hours now. Able to reach an orgasm, rest for about half an hour, before the need took over again.
It was tiring. Your hands were aching. Your pussy was more sensitive than ever before.
But you were insatiable.
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Bait
Hey everyone!! All I have done in my free time over the last week is binge watch Teen Wolf, and I have gotten so enveloped into it! Anyway, long story short Iâm on season 3 so no one spoil it for me!(Ik Iâm late to the club lol) and this is my first imagine for this fandom! Hope you guys like it!!
Prompt: The reader is bait for an enemy werewolf that is attracted to her
Word Count: 2607
Warnings: Violence, sexual themes
Pairing: Peter Hale x reader
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It was a stupid plan. Beyond stupid. One that was going to result in people getting hurt purely because of how stupid and unprepared it was. But it was the only plan they could come up with.
Y/N, Allisonâs older sister, was acting as bait to draw out Malikai, an enemy alpha werewolf that has been stirring up trouble (killing innocent people) in Beacon Hills over the course of the last few weeks. Derek and Scott want to lead him into a trap and force him to surrender or kill him.
They held a pack meeting at Derekâs apartment, one that you attended, as well as Stiles, Lydia and Allison. Despite not being wolves, you guys had become like a part of the pack, and usually wound up involved in these supernatural dilemmas either way. Better to be a step ahead.
Everyone was trying to brainstorm of a way to lure Malikai somewhere at the moment. You were stumped, resting your head against the back of the worn out couch as the others threw around ideas. Your eyes unwillingly shot up to glance at Peter, who was seated across the room on the stairs, chin resting in his hand. The two of you were not particularly friends, but you were probably the closest to him out of everyone in the room. Your relationship has been complicated - to say the least. Back when he was the alpha, you were still clueless about everything - and he was dead before you found out. But then he came back and was suddenly around, and there was no denying that the two of you had a connection, of some sort. You would flirt and banter from time to time, occasionally having conversations, but you didnât think too much into it. Itâs Peter, he doesnât care about anyoneâŠ
You are quick to avert your eyes when you catch him look in your direction, your cheeks heating up at the embarrassment of being caught basically staring at him.
Suddenly, Scott and Derek exchange a look, before their intense gazes land on you. âWhat?â You question, uneasy about the way they were looking at you. âNo. Seriously?! Heâs insane!â You exclaim after realizing what they had in mind.
âWhat?â Lydia speaks up, not understanding what Scott and Derek have in mind.
âHe has a serious thing for you. He doesnât know that youâre a hunter, or that you are close to us.â Derek starts. âItâs the best advantage weâve got.â
âYou want to use Y/N as bait?â Allison exclaims, jumping up from her seat, glaring furiously at her ex.
âWell do you have any better ideas?â Derek retaliates.
âSeriously? Youâre going to send a defenseless human into a trap for an alpha who wants to sleep with her?â Peter speaks up, stiff in his spot on the stairs. His words offend you, but you do agree to a point.
âNot defenseless.â You mutter under your breath, knowing full well that he could hear it, glaring at him. His eyes meet yours and you see a look that you canât quite place - a combination of anger and worry, maybe.
âYouâre human. Heâs not only a werewolf, but an alpha. A psychotic one! Whatâre you gonna do? Bat your eyelashes and beg him not to rip your throat out?â He exclaims, balling his fists up at his sides. You gulp and glare daggers at the man whom you thought you were starting to get to know. His words stung. There was a part of you that was starting to develop feelings for Peter. Clearly that was a stupid idea.
âDoesnât sound much different from you, yet here I am, still alive.â You growl. âThatâs exactly what Iâll do, Peter! Howâd you know?!â You holler sarcastically.
âEnough! Both of you!â Derek shouts, glaring harshly between the two of you. Peterâs hard stare only falters when he suddenly stands and storms up the stairs, wanting no part of this ridiculous idea.
After some deliberation, everyone came up with a plan on how to lure Malikai somewhere secluded for them to attack him. You âran intoâ him the next afternoon, flirting with him and inviting him to the club that you danced at on occasion for a little extra money for rent.
He eagerly accepted your invitation and the plan was set into motion. You were going to lure him out of the club and next door into the abandoned warehouse, where he would be under the impression the two of you were going to hook up, but in actuality, everyone would be waiting there for him.
Peter made his comments about how stupid and reckless the plan was, and you inwardly agreed that it wasnât the greatest plan of all time, but there was no other option. âPeopleâs lives are in danger. Innocent people are being killed.â You argued with Peter as you got dressed for the evening.
âYOUR life is going to be in danger!â He hollers at you, furiously punching the wall of Derekâs bedroom. You jump and cover your mouth, startled by his sudden outburst. You stare at him with wide eyes, slowly dropping your hands when you see his face soften and his vibrant blue eyes return to their normal human shade. Before anything else could be said, he storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him hard enough that you swore you heard it crack.
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Valerio x Reader
Request by anon : I love your writingsđ§Ąđ§Ątheyâre what keeps me busy during this sucky time. If youâre still taking asks, I was wondering if you could write about Valerio and him meeting a new transfer scholarship student. At first heâs not really interested bc sheâs pretty innocent but then he ends up falling for her. Kind of like Guzman and Nadia I guess. I mean you could honestly write it anyway you want and if love it đ„ș this was just ask. If not itâs understandable :))
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âSo is this how it works here?â It was a boy from the back of the class that spoke up, âYou just dish out scholarships left right and centre?â
He was a tall, slim boy with wild dark curls being his typically distinctive feature. You were more drawn to the sharp structure of his face and how he seemed so nonchalant about his extroverted personality. He was leaning back in the chair with his legs on top of the desk and his arms stretched out like he was opening himself to the world.
âValerio, not now,â The teacher rolls his eyes, â(Y/n) is just as deserving of her place here as any of you are. I expect you to make her welcome as you would do with any paying student, understood?â
You swallow the lump in your throat and blink a couple of times at the intimidating crowd in front of you. You werenât the most confident at the best of times so starting a new school was already an experience you feared - let alone when that school was filled to the brim with rich kids that youâd never fit in with.
The only spare seat in the class happened to be beside this Valerio so you walk your way over and stand awkwardly beside his desk.
âCan I sit here?â You ask quietly, forcing yourself to remain calm, âPlease?â
He lets a smirk dance across his lips as he trails his eyes up and down your form, tapping his pen on the table with one hand, âOkay, (Y/n).â
Valerio swings his legs down and shuffles in his chair to make room for you beside him. You set your bag down beside you and pull out the books that you needed for the lesson, along with your pencil case.
âFuck,â Valerio says a little too loudly, âShe really is a nerd.â
You blush furiously at his comment but keep your head down nonetheless, scribbling down the date and the title of the lesson.
âValerio!â The teacher warns, âDo I need to tell you again that your fatherâs money can easily be replaced?â
He rolls his eyes as a stunning girl from a few rows in front turns around and glares at him - an evident warning behind her perfected eyes.
Valerio ignores you for the rest of the lesson, spending half of his time staring out of the window and the other half trying to see how far he could rock back on his chair.
- - - - - -
Youâre sat next to Valerio in that class every single day and every day is the same. You wait for him to move his feet from the table, you sit down and get on with the work and he finds any way possible of avoiding the work. It continues like that again and again every single day.
âI donât think Iâve ever seen you with your hair down,â He comments as you sit down on one random Monday morning.
Youâd managed to make a few friends at Las Encinas - the other scholarship students really. But you tried your best to remain under the radar.
âI donât ever really think about it,â You shrug, tucking a stray lock behind your ear as you scribble down the date.
âItâs nice.â
Itâs weird to hear Valerio say anything remotely close to a compliment, even if it was something minor. But you find yourself looking at him with a little frown.
âYou donât think I have it in me to be polite?â He cocks a brow, âIâll have you know Iâm a gentleman, (Y/n).â
âIf you say so,â You shrug and itâs like the tiniest spark of fire heâs ever seen from you. It takes him aback a little even if it shouldnât. You were always so passive, and yet youâd had that tiniest fraction of sass in your words then that threw him just a little off balance.
He watches you a little bit more that day, wanting to know the person behind who you were when you sat beside him.
- - - - - -
The next morning, Valerio is still in his normal position in the chair as you come in but thereâs a rose left on your side of the table.
âWhatâs this?â You question, picking it up to make space for your books.
He shrugs and shifts his legs, as usual, âI have no idea.â
âWell, you mustâve seen who put it down,â You comment, turning it over in your hands, âWho was it?â
âCanât have been me,â He pushes himself off from the table using his firmly planted hands so that he rocks back on his chair, âIâm not romantic enough.â
- - - - - -
There continue to be little moments like that. A week later, he left a book on the table that he claimed was a brilliant read under his own recommendation. Next, it was a new notepad from when he saw you were coming to the end of yours. Sometimes, it would just be a note where heâd scribbled a poem quote that he liked. And, oddly, you found yourself looking forward to each day where you may or may not find a little gesture given from the extroverted boy that sat beside you. He didnât show any interest in you outside of those moments, ignoring you in every other class, never acknowledging you in the hallways - but that one class every morning was his slight moment with you where he did show that side.
Itâs a number of weeks later and things had started to deteriorate for you yet again at home. Your parents were what youâd call âmissing in actionâ - where they reprised their regular roles of being shitty parents by abandoning you with no knowledge of when theyâd return. Normally, it would be for a cheap holiday theyâd booked and not told you about, or because their drug-fuelled minds had considered it a brilliant idea to head off to somewhere unknown. Whatever it was, it always circled back eventually. And youâd be left alone yet again.
This time, it had meant that youâd barely been sleeping. So youâd decided to show up to school early and you found yourself sitting in the class before anybody else had even arrived.
When Valerio walks in, he stops in his tracks.
âThe introvert, the woman of routine, breaking the cycle?â He gasps, sauntering over to you with all levels of confidence as he always managed to hold.
You mustâve looked an absolute state. Your hair was pulled into a bun, your eyes darkened by the purple circles that carried their weight, your clothes werenât as neat as you tried to keep them and every part of you felt a little detached from your normal self.
Valerio strolls around your chair and flops down into the one next to you, âWhat caused the change, (Y/n)?â
When you donât respond to him with a polite or sassy response, and heâs instead met with silence, he frowns and leans toward you in his chair.
âIs everything okay?â He asks, quiet and cautious like he was saying it with genuine care.
You run your hands over your hair to smooth it somewhat and look at him with the most forced smile you had the energy to give, âYeah, Iâm fine.â
With that, you go about all the parts of your normal routine. Pen out, books open, date in the top right hand corner. But thereâs something about the shaky breath that you release and the way that your eyes seem just on the verge of pouring that makes Valerio struggle to ever take his eyes off of you. Heâd never felt so serious in one of these classes. And it wasnât an important topic or a test he should be trying to pass. It was because this girl beside him had a lot more than her passive exterior showed - and he couldnât imagine just how much sheâd had bottled up inside this whole time.
- - - - - -
The next morning, and the next and the next, youâre sat in that class before him again. There was something about being at school that made you not feel so alone so youâd been making the most of the hours you could spend here. Valerio expresses concern every morning by asking if you were okay and you even start to notice him steal glances in your direction every time you were in his class or you passed him at school.
This one morning, he comes in to find you practically half-asleep at the desk. You donât pay attention to when he sits down and your books are already open but theyâre empty and lifeless on the desk.
âNo date this morning?â He nudges you, noticing how your appearance had changed day by day. Deteriorating little by little.
Heâd even noticed how your lips seemed a little bit more chapped and your hands seemed drier and less youthful.
You flinch from your daze and try to shake it off, âYeah, right. Um, what are we doing today?â
And itâs odd how much his heart drops at the question. This wasnât you. This wasnât the girl heâd grown so used to seeing every single morning in the same light. That light had dimmed. And he felt it within him that he couldnât possibly let that light dim any more without at least an attempt at reigniting it again.
- - - - - -
When you come into school early the next morning, it startles you to turn on the light and not be alone in the class. Valerio sat at the desk with his feet up on the table and a proud smirk on his face.
âI beat you,â He comments, âEventually.â
You wish you had the energy to respond with something witty, but it had been near enough ten days without your parents now - ten days of being alone in the flat without heating in the middle of winter, with the broken fridge and the oven that never heated up properly.
âHey, we have a test coming up next week,â Valerio comments, âDo you mind helping me study?â
âA test?â You frown, having no recollection of anything being mentioned, âYeah, yeah, I guess thatâs okay.â
It pains him. You were clearly going through something that went beyond the realm of school drama. And yet youâd still agreed to help him with no real reason to accept his request. You couldâve easily said no. You had no obligation to help the boy who was yet to put in an ounce of effort to any day at this place. But he knew that no part of your good heart would have it in you to say no when heâd asked for help.
âGreat,â He grins, âShall we say your place tonight?â
âI-â You stop yourself, âCould we not go somewhere else?â
âLu will be at mine, school will be closed, and itâs too cold to go anywhere outside,â He explains, âIâll meet you there for six.â
âHow do you know where I live?â
âI have my ways.â
Those ways consisted of his actions this morning whilst he was waiting for you to make your early entrance to school. Heâd broken into the filing cabinet of the school office until he found the file that belonged to you, not looking any further than at the address in the top right hand corner - heâd hope that your meeting with him tonight would tell him the rest of the information that the file couldnât.
- - - -
At just past six, thereâs a repeated buzzing to try to get into your flat and you let Valerio up cautiously. This all seemed very weird. Why had he bothered? He was Luâs brother - if he needed help with studying why wouldnât he go to her.
He comes into your flat, still dressed in his school uniform as he smiles widely at you, âSo this is your humble abode.â
You roll your eyes, âIâm guessing you didnât expect much from the scholarship student.â
âItâs nice,â He pokes his head around every corner, âItâs quaint. Are your parents out?â
You scoff before you can stop yourself, âYou could say that.â
He looks at you like he had a million more questions to ask but you interject before he can continue. He sits down at one of the seats on your dining table.
âSo, I havenât really prepared much for studying, I figured we could just go through the content and then see which bits you struggle with the most-â
â(Y/n), are you okay?â He cuts in, showing more compassion in that one question than youâd heard from anyone for a long time.
You swallow the lump in your throat, âI told you Iâm fine. Can we please just get on with studying?â
âItâs me, of course I didnât come here to study,â He rolls his eyes, âYou can talk to me, you know?â
âWhy would I do that? So you can go and tell the rest of them that the new scholarship kid actually has a kind of shitty life at the minute?â Your anger bubbles and youâre not really sure what causes it, âIâm not one of you guys and I know that.â
âIs that really what you think of me? You think Iâve come here to humiliate you,â The look of realisation on his face makes you instantly beyond guilty.
âHow could I not expect that?â You sigh, âYou said it yourself on my first day.â
âThings have changed since then, (Y/n).â
âHave they? Because youâre nice to me every single morning for an hour, and then the rest of the day consists of you acting like I donât exist - I see it Valerio, Iâm not an idiot,â You shake your head, âWhy would I assume that much has changed?â
âBecause I care about you (Y/n),â He sits upright and you can tell he cares about what heâs about to say, âI see you every morning and itâs like Iâve seen you go through this whole change since the start of the year. You became more confident and you came out of your shell, and then it all seemed to drop recently. I made up the fact that we had a test and I went into school when it was still dark so I could find your address, and then I walked myself here just so I could come and see you outside of that stupid desk at the back of the class.â
You stay silent. That was true. You couldnât take for granted the fact that Valerio had been nice to you recently, and conscious of how much you seemed to deteriorate. You watch as he lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag.
âWhatâs this then? Valerioâs got feelings for the scholarship kid? I donât think Lu will be impressed.â
You watch his lips curl into a smile and how his teeth flash bright against his dark curls, âI think sheâd be surprised about me having feelings for anyone.â
And just like that, itâs probably the most genuine smile youve had in weeks.
Out of love (Part 1)
GuzmĂĄn x Reader
Not my gif
Let me know if youâd want to see Part 2
Summary - GuzmĂĄn has faced a lot over the past year, and youâd always been by his side through it all. It was a given. But thereâs only so far that will stretch when he doesnât reciprocate. How far will you go before you drain yourself of energy and give up on the one boy youâve ever truly loved?
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Falling in love with someone was a much easier process than falling out of love with them. Nobody spoke about that part of it enough. Youâd see people cry, pick themselves up and just somehow manage to be okay. But there was never enough about the struggle to release that tug on your heart, to pull it back to your chest instead of yearning to be with theirs. Thatâs exactly how it would be with you and GuzmĂĄn.
- - - - - -
âDo you have the homework from Chemistry?â You ask GuzmĂĄn as you wait beside his locker, watching him take out the book heâd need for first period.
âYeah, here,â He sifts through the rest of his locker and hands a sheet to you absently, âHow come you didnât do it?â
âI-â You pause, âJust couldnât really focus.â
He eyes you suspiciously but shrugs anyway, âI think everyoneâs feeling a bit like that at the minute.â
You nod but part of you had hoped for a little sympathy from your boyfriend at that. He knew what you were going through at home, and watching your brother deal with chemo was one of the worst experiences of your life, second to losing your best friend when Marina died. Ander was a best friend to you too, you were the sort of siblings that never argued and made everyone else think you were crazy for doing so - but you always knew you had each other and that made any argument generally seem pretty futile. Especially now.
âAre you listening?â GuzmĂĄn snaps you from your daze, now standing in front of you as he talks.
âSorry, just thinking about-â
âGuzmĂĄn, I need to talk to you,â Itâs Samuel that interrupts, a look of fear on his face as he tries to give you a half-sympathetic smile.
Your boyfriend doesnât even question it, he goes instantly. And youâre stood alone in the corridor, the concept of priorities dawning over you. You were never going to be his.
âReady to go to class, (Y/n)?â Nadia suggests, coming up beside you, âHow are you doing?â
You start walking with her, âIâm okay, itâs not easy but we just need to be there for Ander.â
âOf course, and if my brother starts being a nuisance - I apologise.â
Just like that, it all falls into normality and the comfort of having someone eradicates the upset of missing GuzmĂĄn. Although it doesnât last long.
- - - - - -
In the afternoon, you make your way to the hospital to meet Ander and Omar for his next round of chemo. All youâd had was a short text from GuzmĂĄn saying heâd meet you there, nothing else all day.
âOmar, Iâm sure you pick the worst music every single time itâs your turn,â You roll your eyes as he plays another song in the earphones that him and Ander shared, âI can tell by Anderâs face!â
Normally, you didnât feel awkward when the two of them were together because you normally had GuzmĂĄn with you and the four of you just relaxed into your respective couples. Today, GuzmĂĄn was late.
âOkay, okay, what about this one?â Omar suggests, flicking onto the next song hopefully.
Ander eyes you, âYou okay (Y/N)?â
You glance at your brother and see so much of how he has changed. His hair was still curly on his head but you knew that wouldnât last. He looked paler and his eyes always more tired, he looked weaker and his smile didnât seem to spread as far anymore.
You clear your throat, âYeah, Iâm just going to grab some drinks - does anybody want anything?â
They both say no and you make your exit quickly, trying to stop yourself from crying at the sight of your brother and his boyfriend. You never cried.
âHey,â GuzmĂĄn stops when he sees you, âStill down there?â
âYeah, normal place,â You gesture in the direction you had come from, âHow come youâre late?â
âI just had some...â He pauses, âStuff to sort out with Samu.â
Itâs instinct when you nod like you understand, âIs it okay if you stay over tonight?â
âI always stay over.â
He says it bluntly but you hope he means well. And itâs true. Every night after youâd been to chemo with Ander, GuzmĂĄn slept round yours as a way of comforting you. Itâs the one pocket of him you still felt like you held.
- - - - - -
Itâs too late to be awake when you find yourself still staring at the ceiling above you. Your arm is tucked underneath your head and youre trying your best to think of anything other than... this.
GuzmĂĄn is sleeping soundly beside you, soft snores coming from his direction every few minutes. It should be a sound that would make you cuddle up next to him and do the same. But you didnât want to disturb him.
With that boy laying next to you, youâd never felt lonelier. It might be selfish to say but you didnât lie. You still had your brother and your family but there were complications there that were beyond what you could help. And GuzmĂĄn - had you become boring to him?
Before you can spiral any further, GuzmĂĄn groans beside you as his eyes flutter open slowly.
âYouâre still awake?â He frowns, âWhat time is it?â
His voice is groggy and you can tell he doesnât want to open his eyes too far at fear of losing the comfort of his slumber.
âI donât know,â You reply quietly, glancing up at the darkness that spilled through the skylight window above you, âLate.â
âItâs cold,â He mumbles, reaching out an arm and tugging you toward him.
Just like that, heâs holding you like youâre still a normal couple and you wish you couldâve just asked him and felt like heâd have laughed and pulled you to his chest without question. But part of you thought that would be a helpless way of covering these wounds. So, you inevitably force yourself to sleep just as he had. It doesnât take long for his arms to loosen their grip around you.
- - - - - -
When you wake the next morning, itâs after a very disturbed and broken sleep. Ander is sat at the table in the kitchen and you join him with a cup of coffee in hand.
âSleep well?â He glances up, âI donât think I need an answer.â
You hit at his arm and roll your eyes, âWell, thanks.â
He chuckles a little and winces at the hot liquid of his drink.
âAnder, can I ask you something?â You ask him cautiously but you know you donât need a response to continue, âHave you noticed anything different between me and GuzmĂĄn recently?â
He frowns, âI donât know, I guess youâve both been dealing with a lot. But I donât know, why?â
You take in a deep breath, âI donât think he loves me anymore.â
Ander scoffs and shakes his head, âYouâre serious?â
âI donât know,â You respond, âItâs like Iâm never really sure what to say to him anymore because I donât want to burden him. Like thereâs nothing I can say to make anything that heâs going through become any easier.â
â(Y/n),â Ander squeezes your hand, âYou do realise youâre going through things too. This,â He gestures to himself, âYou lost your best friend, youâre trying to keep up with school on top of that... itâs hard for you!â
âI sound so self involved.â
âYou sound like you care about yourself and thatâs not a bad thing, ever,â Ander encourages, âTalk to him, itâs GuzmĂĄn!â
âAnd tell him that I want him to love me again?â
âHe never stopped.â
You want to believe your brother, of course you do. But it felt like there was nothing you could say that would change how GuzmĂĄn was acting.
âHey,â His voice is familiar but you donât want to hear it as GuzmĂĄn pokes his head around the door of the kitchen.
âHey man,â Ander begins, âWhat do you fancy for breakfast?â
âIâm not staying,â GuzmĂĄn shakes his head, âI have somewhere to be.â
Heâs not addressed you once. You could shrink into the ground and there was no way of changing his mind that you werenât a priority - not now.
When he leaves is when Ander turns to you like the other half of the puzzle has clicked into place, â(Y/n)...â
âIâm going to get ready.â
You fight back the tears that threaten to spill as youâre walking toward the stairs, though thereâs nobody to watch them fall. You could easily break down right here, cry until Ander comforted you enough to stop it or until GuzmĂĄn came back through that door and realised heâd forgot to kiss you before he left, forgot to tell you he loved you. But that wouldnât happen and so, as always, you convince yourself that tears are futile and you pull them back in. As always.
- - - - - -
Itâs another week that passes until youâve practically given up on GuzmĂĄn. Not completely. Just figuratively. Heâd been dipping in and out of school all week, he missed Anderâs appointment, heâd not even mentioned the party tonight and, for once, you didnât care. Youâd go anyway. Youâd keep a drink in your hand, stay with your friends, let the lights go dim and forget that you werenât loved by the one you loved.
Itâs the typical story of a break up isnât it? The girl realises her worth and the boy realises what heâs missing. Maybe thatâs not what you wanted. You wanted him to see what he had. You wanted him to see the girl in front of him that was breaking at the prospect of her life and she needed him to be there to hold her waist and force those pieces of her to stay together.
And, just as youâd hoped, the club gives you that exact escape from it all. Everybody is there, nobody really caring about anyone other than free flowing champagne from overpriced bottles.
â(Y/n)!â Omar grins from behind the bar as you go up to order a drink, it always makes you slightly more comfortable when you see him working here, âThe usual?â
âIâll have a double please,â You call over the music.
His prominent brows raise as he laughs a little, âDont tell your brother.â
âI donât plan on it.â
Thatâs how youâd plan on getting through the night. Youâd convince yourself that drink was a valued coping mechanism just for this one night. You were never much of a drinker. Although, it doesnât seem that way when GuzmĂĄn turns up later.
â(Y/n)?!â He calls as he sees you.
Youâre dancing in the middle of the floor with a half drunken champagne bottle in hand, somehow still managing to stay on your feet.
âWhat are you doing?â GuzmĂĄn exclaims when he walks over, checking you for any signs of damage.
âEnjoying myself, more than I have done in a while!â You laugh in his face and swirl around to the music.
âCome on babe, you never drink like this!â
âNo, but you do,â You hiccup, stumbling as you face him, âDance with me.â
âIâm not dancing with you, I donât understand why youâre doing this.â
âCome on, youâd dance with me if you loved me,â You tap at the lapel of the suit jacket heâs wearing, âOh, shit, I forgot you didnât love me anymore.â
His face drops. Had you really just accused him of that?
â(Y/n), you donât know what youâre talking about. Weâre going home,â GuzmĂĄn encourages, trying to grab hold of your arm.
âSo now you fucking care about me?â You snap, âNo, fuck this, GuzmĂĄn. I put up with enough of your shit.â
With that, youâre walking away from him and heâs hurrying through the crowd after you. Itâs Ander that stops him.
âIâll go, she doesnât need to see you right now,â Your brother defends you, holding GuzmĂĄn back firmly.
âAre you kidding? Iâm her boyfriend!â GuzmĂĄn retorts, trying to keep his eyes focused on you.
âReally?â Ander scoffs, âThatâs not what it seems like.â
- - - - - -
GuzmĂĄn is pacing the floor of his own house as he waits to hear from you. The view outside is practically mocking him. He should be out there going to find you, wrap his arms around you and tell you heâd never stopped loving you. But the thirty missed calls and texts told him that wouldnât be a good idea. His sleepless night meant that it was still early and he hoped youâd still be sleeping - even if he wanted to be beside you.
He near enough throws his phone when it starts to ring and it makes him jump away from his daze. And he has to blink a million times when he sees your face on the screen, accompanied by your name and a small crown emoji. Donât fuck it up GuzmĂĄn.
âHi GuzmĂĄn,â Your voice sounds so weak on the other end of the phone that it makes him stop dead in his tracks, âAre you okay?â
Heâs surprised at himself when he smiles, âYou want to ask about me?â He lets put a gentle, weak laugh, âDont worry about me. Are you?â
âIâm fine, Ander made sure I got home safe, and got me through a lot of drunken emotions,â You explain, âIâve realised Iâm right to not drink much - I donât like being drunk.â
He smiles but doesnât respond, heâd rather hold onto every single word you were saying - let you carry the conversation.
âIâm sorry for what I said to you last night, thatâs not how I wanted to have that kind of conversation,â Youâre so calculated in your response that it kills him - it felt like youâd been drained of all emotion.
âNo, come on, you were drunk- I just didnât want you thinking that...â
âI meant what I said.â
His heart, his hope, his life, all feel like they crash harshly around him. They break down every piece of anything heâd built up. They take away every reason he has to get out of bed, every reason to feel loved. Just like that.
âI just need to know one thing, Guz,â You start but your voice is cracking now and he starts to realise that itâs the worst sound he could imagine, âWhen did you fall out of love with me?â
That was it. The words that would break him. The words that ripped away any opportunity he felt like he had at happiness. Losing you. That would be what would break it all.
âWas there something I could have done? More of, less of, anything?â Youâre rambling a little but he wouldnât dare interrupt, he wants to keep every piece of you he can, âI know it might not be worth knowing but I think I need to. Just that one question.â
His chest clenches and his head starts to throb and, just like that, there are tears pulling at his eyes and falling helplessly onto his freckles cheeks. You should be there to wipe them away. You should be there to tell him it was okay. No. He should be there to tell that to you.
â(Y/n),â He croaks out, an unwelcome sob following the word as he grips the phone with a weaker hold now, âDonât say that.â
âIâm sorry GuzmĂĄn, I should go.â
His heart is screaming at him to say the right words.
âNo, (Y/n), please!â
But the beep that comes through his phone screen tells him youâve already gone. He keeps it pressed to his ear like youâll be back in a split second. But itâs hopeless to think that you will be. Instead, heâs left with a thousand thoughts of everything he shouldâve said to you, every time he shouldâve told you how much he appreciated you. He thinks back to how many times heâs kissed you and how much more he shouldâve been doing it, how he shouldâve remembered every single detail of your body in bed and proven to you just how much he worshipped you. It was all of those feelings that he kept so internalised whilst he focused on everything else. Because you were always just there. And now you werenât, the cliche of knowing what youâve lost hits him like a ton of bricks.
*Switches languages in mid-sentence while talking to myself*
i donât know about u sometimes I just have to pause certain episodes bc a character was about to fuck up so bad I have to prepare myself bc this stupid little shit doesnât feel like thinking twice about the situation and thatâs when I realize that Iâm too much into a TV show