Its Only Quidditch Draco X Slytherin!Reader

It’s Only Quidditch ✧ Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Request: can i please request you and draco being in slytherin and dating for a while and you two are on the quidditch team with him so maybe you two are in a match together but you get hurt and he gets worried and has to win the game and visits you after and maybe even wrecks the person who hurt you hehe just fluff and angst

AU AROUND 6TH YEAR NO VOLDY

Warnings: angry!draco, vengeful!draco, VIOLENCE, kinda graphic details like blood and injuries, lil bit of angst

Words: 3.9K (love making these long for no reason)

A/N: ANGRY DRACO IS SO HOT IM SORRY WOW BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOOOD PLEASE ENJOY MY MADE UP CHARACTER AND MY SUPER LONG QUIDDITCH GAME THAT CONFUSED ME AFTER A WHILE OF TRYING TO WRITE LMAO and i made gif :)

November had begun and with it came the new season of quidditch at Hogwarts along with very poor weather and over-bundling nerves. Tensions had always gotten high around this time of the year amongst the teams and all animosity between the house’s respective players was on the forefront as the competition was building. It was like clockwork every year; captain’s starting strenuous training schedules, begging Snape to help book the stadium even if it was already occupied, spying on other teams to figure out their strengths and weaknesses. Not to mention the arguments that would happen regularly in between the first couple of games when you and your teammates would be accused of cheating or using dangerous and illegal moves. Which did happen to be true most of the time.

It was safe to say that it was the most eventful time of the year, and as suffocating as it sometimes got - you looked forward to it every time the new term started. It was in quidditch that you found yourself feeling the freest in, zipping around the stadium in a flash of green with the wind blowing through your hair and crisp autumn air biting at your cheeks. But most notably, it was in quidditch that you met Draco Malfoy and had quickly evolved from teammates to friends, to him now being your boyfriend.

You made Slytherin’s team your second year as a Chaser, a shiny new broom being given to you on the first day of scheduled training when Lucius Malfoy had made a generous donation that came along with a new platinum blond seeker. With the two of you being the latest additions to the teams, your captain, Marcus Flint, had decided to leave the dirty work for the two of you to do in the downtime every one else was able to enjoy. Marcus never changed that as the years went on.

So you and Draco would be sent off to other teams’ practices nearly every other day or week, depending on how secure Flint was feeling, both of you huddling closely together for sometimes hours behind the thick wooden benches as you watched and studied tactics with conversations in between. You would joke around a lot and call him your partner in crime which he would always roll his eyes to and make a snide and playful comment about even if he secretly loved hearing it. And the two of you stayed partners in crime for a while, neither of you ever making any move towards the other besides lingering touches and longing looks, and very rarely, a shy compliment.

It wasn’t until last year when you were hiding behind the bleachers, bored out of your mind watching Ravenclaw have a flawless run through around the stadium when you were graced with the dumbest idea.

“They’re playing good today,” you drawled out, “too good that it’s boring.”

“You reckon they studied so hard and found the key to quidditch?” He snickered as he played around with a pebble on the ground with his wand.

“We should help them out,” you suggested as Draco turned to raise a puzzled eyebrow at you. “Prepare them for the unexpected, nothing too crazy.”

You took out your wand from your pocket and pointed it towards one of their Beaters that was sitting idly by on their broom, a faint “confundus” leaving your lips that caused the broom to jerk swiftly to the side and nearly topple over its rider.

“You’re a genius,” Draco laughed quietly, repositioning himself so that he was right beside you with his wand directed out into the field. He spotted one of the bludgers flying towards the same Beater and instead of colliding with the bat, he used a charm to direct it into the back of their broom and then doubled it back around to try and hit one of the passing by Chaser’s that moved at the very last minute. 

You were a giggling mess, gripping tightly onto Draco’s arm as you watched everyone begin to look around wildly for the wild bludger with panicked expressions. What either of you didn’t realize in the middle of your joyed hysterics and Draco’s smugness for causing the angelic sounds, was that the bludger was flying idly still in front of the bleacher’s as his wand was still trained on it without moving it around anymore, his focus completely gone and concentrated on you.

It wasn’t until you heard someone yell out a, “Is that Malfoy and Y/L/N back there again?!” That made you get up with a sudden jolt, grabbing onto your accomplice’s hand as you ran towards the set of stairs that descended out of the stands. All you heard was distant angry insults and threats quickly fading out of ear-shot while you ran, laughing uncontrollably alongside Draco with his hand still tightly gripped in yours. 

When you finally reached the entrance of the empty courtyard of the castle with flustered cheeks and wheezing chuckles, you looked down at your joined hands at the same time he did and after a few seconds of realization and lingering adrenaline, you quickly moved into each other with a yearning kiss that changed everything from that day forward.

Draco stood beside you while you sat on a bench outside the locker room, your head resting lazily on the side of his leg while his fingers carded soothingly through your hair. Marcus was pacing in front of you, using his broom as a walking and pointing stick whenever he wanted to add any calculated words to his very hostile pep-talks that left everyone feeling more irritated and stressed.

Today was the last game of the season and the most important, it was the game that ended the season with a shimmering Inter-House Quidditch Cup and it just so happened to be against Gryffindor, making the stakes much higher than they already were. The matches against Gryffindor were by far, the most dangerous as they weren’t afraid to play roughly either if push came to shove. The determination to beat each other and to win was critical on both sides and the day always ended with some sort of injuries.

“I don’t care how dirty we have to play today,” Flint fumed to the team, “I don’t care how many fouls we get, as long as we win.”

“Relax, Flint,” you sighed deeply. “We have the best players on our team and we’ve been working our arses off all season, we’ll be fine.”

“Still, I want to see blood out there,” he muttered back, walking towards the entrance of the field as Madam Hooch started calling your team out to start.

You stood up with a huff, Draco frowning when he noticed how tense you looked when your eyes worriedly met his.

“All right, love?”

“I’m just nervous,” you shrug, “I don’t want to mess up.”

The silver-haired boy moved to stand in front of you, placing two strong hands on either side of your arms to stand you in place so that he would be the only thing your wandering eyes were able to focus on.

“You are the best Chaser that Slytherin has ever had, no, that Hogwarts has ever had and I know for a fact you’re going to do amazing out there,” he cups your face with care, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face as he spoke. “You’ve got this.”

He pressed an encouraging kiss onto your forehead and then your lips, smiling at you supportively before taking your hand and hurriedly walking the two of you out into the field where the match was about to start.

Almost the whole school had shown up in an overcrowded sea of red and gold for Gryffindor. There were red sparks and small fireworks of lions that were charmed to roar when the animal would open its mouth. On one end of the stands, however, was the entire student body of Slytherin that was throwing green and silver ribbons and sparklers from their wands, yelling loudly in support as if their life depended on it. Over the rails, they had thrown down a large poster of a snake that moved around sleekly over large green words that read, “SLYTHERIN FOR THE WIN.”

Rain was lightly drizzling from the grayed dense clouds above, a sharp chill in the air from an approaching winter that always seemed to give the worst weather during the last couple of games of the year. You didn’t mind it since the cold had always felt nice against your sweaty skin during the game and it served like a small revitalizing shock that gave you a surge of energy to push forward with. 

Madam Hooch quickly went over the rules, set free the bludgers, and the snitch, forced the two captains, Wood and Flint, to shake hands and by the time she had counted down from three to one - brooms were soared into the sky with such speed it looked like a tornado had formed as she threw the quaffle up into the air.

A roar of cheers erupted from beside you as you got ahold of the quaffle, dashing past your House while you headed straight towards the Gryffindor’s goal post and managed to make the first shot in within the first five minutes of the game putting you at 10-0. You spotted Draco flying around above, smiling down brightly at you with triumph that only fueled your confidence as you darted forward to catch the ball again. You were, just as Draco had said, the best Chaser on the team and in all of the school. You were fast, agile, and smart when it came down to it and you were the reason why your team had easily wracked up 40 points with thirty minutes down in the match. Marcus was always trailing behind you with focus, shoving anyone who tried to get to you or pulling them back by their robes that landed Slytherin a couple of fouls throughout. 

You didn’t like to play dirty, but when Katie Bell had rammed into your side either accidentally or on purpose, it knocked the quaffle out of your hands and into one of their other Chaser’s, Rowan Rees, a muscular and tall seventh-year boy that had made the team that same year. With Katie still closely trying to cut you off, you veered sharply into her with your shoulder before breaking away from her and heading towards your goal post where they were trying to shoot. 

“ILLEGAL PUSHING FROM Y/L/N, FOUL AGAINST SLYTHERIN!” 

You rolled your eyes at the announcer, completely ignoring the boo’s that had filled the air as you whizzed past the other houses even though it was you who got hit first. Just as Rees had raised his arm to score, you flew over him, swooping your arm underneath your broom until you felt the quaffle back in your palm and ripped it from his grasp. The match was becoming more intense by the second, Gryffindor was promptly catching up in points because of the penalties they were awarded from the illegal moves your team was making and it left you feeling more pressured that it was nearly a tie now, Flint reminded you of that every chance he zoomed past you.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco was watching you cautiously from across the field most of the game when he noticed how close everyone was trying to get to you. You didn’t see the way you were almost tugged back multiple times or were missed by inches when someone was about to push you. Or how the Beaters were deliberately directing the bludgers in your direction. You also didn’t see how irked you had made Rees with your constant scoring and with the sporadic few times you had cut him off or almost bumped into him - but your boyfriend did, and he was much more focused on your safety now than the Golden Snitch he or Potter hasn’t spotted yet. Instead of searching for it, he was purposefully maneuvering himself around in front of the other Chasers to throw them off their focal point towards you so that you would have a clearer path to fly through.

He watched as you pulled your broom upwards to try and twist away from the area but Rees had reached out and pulled at your ankle, sending you out of your seat as the quaffle fell while you tried to rebalance yourself. That was all the encouragement the blond needed when he hurtled down into the mess, kicking at the back of Rees’ broom and sending him quickly spinning on a dive before he could try and move any further. 

“FOUL AGAINST REES AND MALFOY FOR KICKING AND TUGGING!”

“MALFOY!” Flint roared as he flew past, “Potter’s spotted the snitch! This isn’t your place, get out of here, NOW!”

And when he looked up, sure enough, Harry was going around desperately with an arm outstretched towards the small glint of gold that was moving too fast. 

“Go, I’m fine!” You shouted out to him when you flew back up with the ball back in your arms.

It was like slow motion when he forced himself to leave your surroundings, everything around him was moving fast and intensely with everyone screaming wildly that he couldn’t think straight. In a daze, he haphazardly sped towards Harry but noticed the panicked look on the seeker’s face when he had lost sight of it again which directed his attention right back to you. You were right in front of the Gryffindor goal post, arm stretched over your head and releasing the quaffle with a harsh throw.

“Y/L/N MAKES THE GOAL, TEAMS ARE AT A TIE-”

It wasn’t until the very last minute that everyone, including you, had realized the flash of red that came hurtling into your side at full speed, Rees colliding so loudly with you that it echoed around the stadium in a powerful clang and crack.

Draco watched in horror as you were thrown off your broom, your now unconscious body falling like a rag doll with a speed that sent his stress levels into overdrive. He had never pushed down on his broom so fast, immediately abandoning his spot to bolt towards you even as Marcus was screaming at him to not go. 

A few feet above the ground and before you met it, he managed to loop his arm around your waist and heave you onto the front of his broom with a slight struggle as it was now raining hard and clouding his vision. He saw Madam Pomfrey and Mcgonagall rushing into the field, hands holding tightly onto their hats as they worriedly rushed towards the area where your broom had fallen and where Draco was hovering over with you. 

“TEAMS ARE TAKING A 10 MINUTE TIME OUT!”

Marcus had flown down towards him, face twisted in fury and annoyance as he approached. 

“Is there a reason you’re not being a seeker, today?” He spits, “because I’ve been seeing you do everything but your job.”

“My bloody girlfriend just got knocked out!” Draco seethed at him. “I’m not going back into the game, I’m going with her to the hospital wing.”

“Like hell you are,” Flint scowled, “if you leave, you’ll forfeit us the game. If you stay and let Potter catch that Snitch so it’ll be over quicker, I will personally make sure that this is your last year on the team. You’re going to win this for us.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonagall called up to him, waving her arms hastily. “She needs to go to the infirmary, immediately!”

The two Slytherins were staring each other down aggressively as Draco contemplated the threat he was just given. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to throw a hex at Flint and leave with you, but he just swallowed thickly and nodded at him before descending towards the ground and letting you off carefully into the hands of Madam Pomfrey. A surge of fear ran through his body when he finally saw you clearly; a harsh red mark was making its way up to your neck, the corner of your bottom lip had split and doubled in size, there was a small scratch on your cheekbone. It made him feel queasy, but he tore his eyes away from you and hopped back onto his broom while glaring angrily at Marcus and the distant group of huddled Gryffindor’s. 

He was blinded in rage when the match resumed and even more enraged when Flint had cheered loudly when the announcer granted Slytherin a penalty for the injury Rees gave you, allowing them basically to get a free score in against Gryffindor. Draco let his eyes wander around for the snitch for the first time that day and he could hear his heart thundering in his eardrums in distress as the rain continued to make his search worse. All he wanted was to get out of the game to check up on you, and then he’d come back to the stadium to throw his fists into Rees’ face with maybe a few hits in on Marcus.

Just as he was losing hope, he saw a flash of gold whiz past him with a loud buzzing that shocked him into alertness. He didn’t care that catching the snitch would win the game, or the cup, or give him all the glory, no - this was his ticket out. He dived towards it with his arm outstretched, hand thrashing around in the wind as he tried to eagerly catch it. In seconds, Harry was right beside him, bumping him with his shoulder to try and throw him off the path but Draco only pushed back harder. There was a flurry of shouting as everyone watched, the announcer was yelling into the mic about the seekers going head-to-head, bludgers were flying past him. 

It was pure chaos and urgency, Draco could feel the fluttering of its wings beneath his palm and when Harry pushed into him one more time, he felt the coldness of the Snitch get trapped into his enclosed hand, the vibration of its wings sending a current of relief up his arm that spread throughout his whole body as he soared up into the sky while brandishing it to the schools’ painfully watchful eyes.

“MALFOY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, WINNING SLYTHERIN THIS YEAR’S INTER-HOUSE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

Draco hurriedly made his way down to the field where the rest of his house was pooling into, celebrating proudly and calling out for him to praise, but when he landed on the ground and was met with half of the Gryffindor team including Rowan Rees - all his wrath came flooding back into him. 

Angelina, another Gryffindor Chaser, had nudged Rowan with her shoulder, pointing towards the Slytherin Prince that was stalking towards them.

“Malfoy,” Rees started bitterly, “sorry about the girlfriend, I was only trying to knock the quaffle out her hands.”

“After she had already thrown it?” He glowered, walking closer up to the boy that was beginning to straighten himself out and flex. “Looked a little personal seeing how she was dragging you through the dust the whole game.”

“Accidents happen, mate,” Rees shrugged, “it’s only quidditch, you won didn’t you? Maybe you should be thanking me for giving you that extra push to win the game.”

A clear line had been crossed and everyone who was listening knew it. But before Rowan could say anything to try and drag himself out of the hole he had just dug himself into, he was being tackled into the ground with Draco above him throwing punches wherever he could land them. There was loud hooting and laughing coming from the Slytherins that gathered around the fight, cheering loudly for their House superior.

Rees was thrashing around on the ground, trying frantically to throw off the extremely infuriated boy that was repeatedly pounding into his face with bloodied and bruised fists. Oliver Wood ran up to the sudden brawl, Fred and George following closely behind him as they all started trying to rip the fighting boy’s apart from each other. Oliver had gotten Draco off briefly, allowing Rees to try and get a hit in but it was dodged at the last second as the blond quickly leaped up to his feet. The fight immediately ended when a muddy shoe had collided with Rowan’s jaw and Draco stepped back satisfied with the damage he had done, roughly shrugging off the grip Oliver still had on his arm.

“It’s only quidditch, right?” He spat venomously from above the Gryffindor who was holding his now battered face in pain. “That’ll teach you from putting your hands on a woman too.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Madam Hooch bellowed as she broke through the crowd in a frenzy. “50 points from Slytherin, go wait outside Professor Snape’s office for further punishment, go right now!”

Draco did go, and instantly, but he didn’t go down to the dungeons to hear about the lengthy detention that he knew he was going to get and the scolding for being reckless and stupid. His feet carried his sore body up the many stairs that led to the hospital wing, his pace picking up swiftly when he saw the large double doors of the infirmary ajar and he was able to hear a faint and familiar voice speaking indistinctly. 

He threw open the doors, walking straight in as if he owned the place and ignored Pomfrey’s requests for him to leave as he made a beeline towards your hunched figure that was facing away from him. 

“I need to see her,” he said to the nurse quickly when she stopped in front of him. “I’ll leave soon, please.”

At the sound of his voice, you hastily turned around in your spot to face him, a yelp escaping your lips for moving too quickly through your injuries. Pomfrey stepped out of the way with a sigh allowing Draco to jog over to you.

“I’m going to kill him,” he scowled when he reached you. You were wearing a sling, a deep purple and yellowed bruise quickly set itself over the side of your arm and the same cuts he saw from earlier were still scattered over your features. His fingers ghosted over your skin and he let out a deep shaky exhale of anxiousness before moving his thumb up to graze your cheek tenderly.

“What happened to you?” You asked quietly in shock when you noticed his mud-splattered clothes and tattered fists. 

“Long story,” he drawled. “Don’t worry about me, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you muttered with a slight shrug that made you whimper lightly. “Did we win?”

He nodded quietly, his eyes still scanning sadly over your face with a frown. “I swear, I’m going to kill him.”

“Only if I can help,” you sniggered faintly, trying to make light of the situation and succeeding in doing so when you saw he had cracked a small smile. With his hand still on your cheek, he bent down to press a firm kiss on the top of your hair and then warmly on the side of your mouth that wasn’t bleeding.

“I’ll just let you finish him off then,” he mulled amusingly when he pulled away.

“Finish him off?”

The doors of the hospital wing were thrown open again, a sea of red flowing inside as they carried in a pummeled Rowan with a busted lip, bloodied nose, black eye, and deeply bruised jaw. You looked briskly between Rees and Draco, both of them staring daggers at each other and it rapidly clicked in your mind why your boyfriend had looked like he just walked through a battlefield in your absence.

“Oh.”

Loverboy (m)

original gif by @jeongjaehyuns

Since dating your boyfriend, you’re more social than ever; meaning that you’re inclined to make awkward conversations with his friends that he drags you along to meet. Although it isn’t your cup of tea, you’re okay with doing it for him. But what you won’t do is go to any party with him—that is, until you cave in one night.

Reformed Fuckboy!Jaehyun x Shy!Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Content: smut, fluff, nipple play, fingering, clothed sex, unprotected sex, light thigh slapping, spanking, female ejaculation, creampie

A/N: This is a revision of a scenario from my previous blog.

Disclaimer: None of this writing depicts real life/reality and is strictly a work of fiction.

The soft whirring of cool air conditioning buries the otherwise dead silence of the apartment. At first glance, if someone were to walk in, they’d think no one was home. That is, until they walk to the end of the long and spacious hallway, finding two bodies indulged in each other as smacks emit from their lips.

Jaehyun’s body presses yours against the bed while the cool, luxurious sheets caress your arms as the heat radiating off him brings goosebumps up your skin. His forearms prop up to avoid crushing you and he continues kissing you with fervor.

“Mm, Jae?” You say when your lips briefly separate. Your boyfriend only hums, too enamored in the taste of your peachy lip balm. He parts from you, only to dive down to your neck. “Oh, what time is it?” He continues peppering open mouthed kisses along your skin and murmurs. “Don’t know, six maybe… why?”

The vibrations of his relaxed voice have you stretching your neck, hesistating before reaching to sink your fingers into his soft hair. “I just—hm, I don’t think we should be doing this for so long…”

You trail off when he snaps up, consequently leaving you with faint blotches. Confused, he knit his brows and tilts his head. “What? Baby, you know I can easily do this for a long time.”

That nickname makes your heart flutter—even after a whole year of dating, it still brings warmth to your cheeks. Often, when you look at him, everything freezes in time. He’s from a whole different world than you; how’d you manage to get here? Despite the occasional negative thoughts, you can’t ignore the way he looks at you as if you’re the only woman in his eyes, and small things like that reassure you when in doubt.

He shakes his head and grins, leaning back into you. For that, you press your fingers to his mouth, holding a laugh back when he mirrors the face of a wholeheartedly offended man. “Sorry, Jae… you know I love kissing you—”

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cat & mouse

❝ rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits, and, y/n, we just pushed that limit. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, crack, fluff, college au, friends with benefits au

WARNINGS ▸ lots of !! sexual tension !! and jaemin acting like a dick, protective big brother!jaehyun, lots of sneaking around, jaemin calls you princess a lot, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hooking up, thigh riding, smut, oral sex, aftercare

SUMMARY ▸ tired of meaningless hookups and dull parties, na jaemin had always been hesitant to indulge himself. that is, of course, until he met you. however, upon realizing you’re none other than jeong jaehyun’s little sister, jaemin has to keep his relationship with you under wraps to make sure his team captain doesn’t find out. 

PLAYLIST ▸ move! by niki • playinwitme by kyle (feat. kehlani)

WORD COUNT ▸ 17713 words

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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you so much for all of your love and support !! it’s beyond me & i hope you guys enjoy this ! part of the slam dunk! series but it can be read separately ♡

NA JAEMIN HATED PARTIES.

In the same vein, he hated basketball to an extent. It wasn’t the sport itself that he despised, it was the commitments that followed it. As a vital player on the team, he was obligated to attend every afterparty despite how much he loathed parties. Yet, what he couldn’t stand was being nagged by his teammates, so Jaemin went to the parties. He went to the parties and drank until he was numb and the party was tolerable.

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the more you know, the harder you fall

Enemies to lovers!Jaehyun x fem!reader ft. Sicheng, Taeyong + Mingyu (as the ‘villian’ but no hate, i love him and i just felt like he could pull the character off even though i know he is a giant sweetie)

Word count: 10.8k

Warning: slight bullying? (calling of names, insults etc. even though most of them are meant to be just for fun but it’s still mean), slight angst, cursing, violence (no actual fights but there are attempts), i also use the word ‘stupid’ a lot i’m sorry

Note: Jaehyun might sound like an asshole at first but i swear he just enjoys pushing y/n’s buttons because he thinks it’s funny and it just became a habit but he actl is really sweet, we all know that!! Anyways, i hope you enjoy reading this, it’s a lot longer than my usual au length but hehe!!

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You were six when you first met Jaehyun.

It’s been a few months since that nice grandma who used to live opposite you moved out to live with her son and his family. It was a normal Friday morning and you’re still sleepy as you munched away at your sandwich. Your dad was standing near the door, getting ready to leave for work when he told your mum, “it seems like someone is finally moving in,” the both of them then took a peek out the window and mentioned how it seems to be a family of three, just like your family. After stuffing the last bite of sandwich into your tiny mouth, you ran to where your parents were, squeezing between them to take a peek out the window. And true enough, there was a moving truck outside the cream coloured house just across from yours. You saw a little boy, holding his mother’s hand and a teddy bear on the other arm. His face mirrored your sleepy one from minutes ago as his mother led him into the house. The new house he will now call home.

About half an hour after your dad left for work, it’s your turn to leave for school. “You ready y/n?” you heard your mum call for you from where she stood at the front door. You packed your pencil case into your bag and zipped it up, throwing your little pink bag over your shoulder and hurried downstairs. You put on your school shoes and held your mum’s hand as the two of you left for school. The moving truck was still there and you saw the load of boxes being carried into the house by a few men. There stood a woman, who looked like she was making sure everything was being carefully moved in. She stood about as tall as your mum and had very gentle features. You took a glance at the house behind her, through the months, the pale blue house you used to know has changed into a cream colour. It looks different but in a good way. You notice a figure at the window, along with the teddy bear you recognised to belong to the little boy. When he noticed that you saw him, he quickly disappeared back into the house.

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Masterlist

Smut*

Matthew Gray Gubler

Matthew Gray Gubler

One of Your French Boys* - Y/n is a struggling artist, and Matthew tries to get her inspired.

Character Work* - Y/n and Matthew need more tension on screen, and it gets hard for her to hide her crush.

Won’t Say I’m in Love - Y/n is in denial of the intense things Matthew makes her feel.

Too Good to Be True* - Working together after a one night stand makes Y/n and Matthew question what they really want.

The Real Thing* - Matthew learns about his girlfriends attraction to one of his characters.

Chip Taylor (68 Kill)

If You Still Want Me - Chip and the girl from the bar have an unexpected sleepover.

Spencer Reid

Physical - While on an undercover date, Y/n and Spencer seem to forget its fake.

Time Difference  - Y/n picks her boyfriend up from the airport after he’s been gone for weeks.

Never Be Alone - Spencer leaves early on a case to visit Y/n again.

Any Semblance of Touch - Spencer takes care of an injured Y/n, who begins to question her feelings.

Story Time* - Y/n feels neglected by her boyfriend, so she takes matters into her own hands.

Aphrodite* - Spencer reminds his insecure girlfriend of the goddess that she is.

Just My Friend* - Spencer is jealous of Y/n’s bond with Morgan, so he shows her who she belongs to.

Cat and Mouse* - Spencer’s focus is solely on a case, so Y/n makes a game out of distracting him.

Different Circles* - Spencer’s dating the lead singer of a band, and Emily struggles to understand how they ended up together.

Playing With Fire* - When Spencer talks about his hidden personalities, Y/n asks about his ‘dominant’ one.

Phantasmagoria* - Y/n is made aware of her feelings for Spencer after a dream.

Dress - Y/n’s feelings for Spencer come out when she has a little too much to drink at JJ’s wedding.

Rose Blooms* - Spencer and Y/n have a complicated relationship. When they meet again, they pick up where they left off.

Pregame Drinking* - After Y/n gets a little playful at the club, she and Spencer go for a ride.

The Whole Story - Spencer comforts his crying girlfriend, but she doesn’t tell him the whole reason why.

Homemade Banana Bread - The team finds out about Spencer’s crush on a local barista and they can’t help but tease.

Reconciliation* - Spencer and Y/n don’t get along, until one night they get together and… resolve their differences.

Heather (1) (2) (3)Y/n biggest secret is revealed when she’s kidnapped and forced to live stream her diary.

Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreeves

This Years Love* - Klaus meets someone at Grief Counselling and he feels guilty about how fast he’s moved on from his last love. He just hopes this one lasts.

Diego Hargreeves

Release The Kraken* - After Y/n gets hurt on a mission, Diego (and his knife) teach her how to listen.

kept from you — thomas [tmr]

summary ; in which WICKED take y/n to experiment on her, and thomas loses his mind worrying about her. [040218]

warnings ; thomas x fem!reader, being drugged, unconciousness, violence, angry!thomas, angst.

word count ; 2.4k

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IT HURT YOUR head. The bleach white of the walls, the floors, the lights. The endless corridors of pale, blanch colourant glaring down at your weak figure. It made your fluttering eyes sting, a grimace contorting your features as you felt the thundering in your skull - like war drums pounding in a constant, ruthless beat.

A woman, dressed in a lab coat and a red veneer of lipstick painting her smirk sinister, had a grip on your arm so tight you were sure it would leave a bruise in the mark of her hand. Her long legs were paced fast, her heels clicking rapidly against the ground, one after the other in a gruelling pattern. Her swift walk had you stumbling on shaky legs in your hospital gown behind her, trying to keep up with her as she dragged you down the maze of corridors.

And although you distantly recognised the situation you were in to be cunningly evasive (something was definitely not right), your head was elsewhere. It was spinning.

Foggy were the memories of them sticking needles in the vein in your neck, in your arms, your wrists. You weren’t sure if you dreamt it or not, but by the way that you couldn’t stand up on your bare feet properly as you staggered behind this unknown woman, you had an idea that you had been injected with something. You had been drugged. It wasn’t a dream.

As you came to the dreaded conclusion, you tried to pull back. Your muscles felt feeble, all the energy in your body having seemingly dissipated up into the tense air and had you feeling unsteady, wobbly. The woman felt you meekly fight back, too drowsy to change your uncharted fate. She let out a chuckle, although void of any emotion it seemed. She barely glanced over her shoulder as you grunted lightly, your breath coming out choppy and your head lolling to the side with tiresome enervation. What had they done to you?

Alas, her iron grip on your aching arms only tightened as she tugged you sharply forward - as if she was silently telling you that you were being too slow. Inevitably, the yank had jolted your indolent body to a collapse, your knees giving way and smacking against the cold, tiled ground. The woman let out an irritated huff, stopping shortly to snatch the collar of your hospital gown and jerk your thin body back to your feet.

“We don’t have time for this.” She muttered, the gripe of her voice low and venomous in your ears.

“W-Where-” Your stuttered and hushed words quickly slammed into their demise when your chest heaved, sweat dripping down your forehead as the floor tipped. You had to squeeze your eyes shut as the world spun right before you. “Where am I- Where are you… Where are you taking me?”

She didn’t answer. Or she didn’t hear you, your panting words barely registering in your own ears through the high pitched screeching ringing in your head - like a shrill whistle.

The two of you turned yet another corner, you fully expecting it to be one more corridor in a never-ending compound of corridors. But then you passed a window stretched out to fit the entire length of the wall, and your dazed attention shifted to the variable.

Behind the glass, tables full of people that looked close to your age were situated, chatting with each other, eating peacefully from food trays. You wondered if that was where you were being taken, your empty stomach growling and your dry mouth and cracked lips begging for a drip of water.

But that hope was crushed when you noticed your attire was clearly different to their plain shirts and trousers and trainers, compared to your thin gown that hung limply from your malnourished figure and your bare feet that slapped against the floor.

Unbeknownst to you, in the bland room of teenagers, Thomas immediately noticed you stumbling down the hallway through a small window of glass. He straightened sharply, his dark eyes widening.

“(Y/N),” He breathed out, his heart racing so quick he thought it would burst from his chest.

When you had all arrived at this unknown building after escaping from the maze, his hand had been clutching yours with anticipation and the instinct to protect you from whatever came next had washed over him. Then, the people who saved them proved to be noble and considerate when they ran some tests of all of the Gladers, checking their vitals and making sure they were healthy.

A woman, dark-haired and smile sickly sweet, gently guided you away from the rest of the boys. You’d looked over your shoulder sceptically, peering over at Thomas with eyes clouded with dubious confusion. He’d held your gaze as you gingerly followed the woman, itching to jump up - from where some doctor was holding the chest piece of a stethoscope to his chest and monitoring the rhythm of his heart - and pull you away from the stranger who could potentially bring you harm.

But then he had reminded himself that these people had saved them, they’d been nothing but nice to them and caring of their well-being. So, instead of pulling you into his arms and away from the lady, he’d sent you a small, reassuring nod. To that, you’d reluctantly nodded back, following the doctor out the room and into another - one more closed off and desolate. You trusted Thomas, with everything you had and more. If he believed you’d be okay in the hands of these people then you would believe it too.

It had been a week since then. Thomas hadn’t seen you since that very day, and each passing day that he spent not seeing you had his heart spiralling further and further into an abyss of worriment and distress. Nobody would tell him where you were, how you were, what you were doing. Nobody would answer his questions, and it infuriated him to no end.

The other boys were concerned too, troubled by the fact that you had seemingly disappeared from the face of the dying earth. So when they vaguely heard Thomas call your name through the faintest of whispers of disbelief - they too perked up.

“What?” Newt asked sharply, his eyes trying to find where Thomas’ were glued to.

“It’s (Y/N),” He muttered again, swiftly jumping up from his place at the table. “(Y/N)!” Your name fell from his lips in a rush, his legs carrying him to the window. His palm banged against the glass, wide eyes watching as you passed - the same woman he’d seen guide you away on their first day there forcefully wrenching you along.

Your hair staggered in front of your face when you head dropped forward sluggishly, as if it were too heavy for you to be able to hold up on your shoulders. Your feet stumbled over themselves, your body’s vitals failing as your head spun with whatever serum was rushing through your veins. You looked like you were about to pass out. Thomas’ fleeting thoughts told him once again that something wasn’t right with this place. It had seemed too good to be true when they’d first arrived, but now seeing you in the condition that you were in, he knew it was too good to be true.

Running along the window to keep up with you, your name echoed up into the now eerily silent room of teenagers by his will, “(Y/N)!”

Your head lifted at the muffled sound. Your tired eyes locked with a pair of familiar dark ones and your heart jumped, “T-Thomas?” To you, the sound left your lips in a hushed breath. But the boy read your lips perfectly, his worry only increasing when your eyebrows tugged inwards and your eyes glazed over, welling with glimmering tears.

You struggled to draw back from the woman once more, wanting to prolong the glimpse of hope that coiled in the pit of your stomach when you saw the boy that you loved - even if it was through a barrier of glass that made it sound like the words he called were said from underwater.

The wall of window was quickly running out, the end of the corridor nearing with a dread that curled around your bones like vines. At the very end, a door. You shuddered at the thought of what was behind the steel, and fought harder to release yourself.

The woman noticed you trying to make your escape, digging your heels into the ground in an attempt to try and stay in the eye-line of your boyfriend’s tormented gaze. Her tug was sharper than the first time you revolted from her grip; it sent you lurching to the ground almost immediately with a pained groan, your body screaming - courtesy of the burden of aching affliction put upon you.

Weakly, you wrung your arm from her fingers and shuffled back on the tiles as quick as you could. Regardless of your infeasible attempts, you weren’t quick enough - your lack of desired energy costing your life as she trapped you like a caged, hopeless animal and pulled a syringe from the pocket of her doctors coat.

The needle looked salient and treacherous, taunting you as she cornered you against the wall. Her bony fingers grasping grimly at your jaw and keeping you locked in place as she shook her head, almost in disappointment. “I told you,” She seethed, her eyes dark and menacing and her tone marred with unmerciful malice, “We don’t have time for this.”

“Hey!” Thomas’ voice boomed, his fist repeatedly smacking against the unbreakable glass in his burst of fury as he watched you struggle away from her. “Let her go!”

The woman blatantly blanked the racket that Thomas was making behind her, the pad of her thumb pressing down on the syringe and injecting the unidentifiable liquid into your bloodstream anyway. A gasp slipped from your lips in the shape of Thomas’ name, fear coursing through your being like a tidal wave as your body reacted instantly to the haunting inoculation.

The lights seemed more blinding than ever, the walls closing in on your helpless figure, the inky darkness creeping up into your eyesight - until you saw nothing, until you felt nothing, until you were nothing. Your body slumped over in the desolate corridor, and the woman wound her arm around your waist like a python suffocating its victim. She lugged your unconscious body to the door, her emotion stolid.

Thomas felt frantic as he watched the woman swipe her ID through the monitor and carry your limp body through the door, unable to do anything from his side of the glass. His darting eyes saw the guards standing in the doorway of the cafeteria and he immediately took off running - needing to get out and find you. He tried to get past, his chest heaving and panic shrouding his rational thoughts. The two guards, a lot taller than him and armed, shoved him back with ease.

“This is a restricted area, kid.” One of them spoke. Thomas would’ve scoffed at the term ‘kid’, but he was too panicked to care. Nobody else saw what that woman did. Nobody else saw the condition you looked to be in.

“Where is she going? Where are they taking her?!” He bellowed, trying to look over the guards’ shoulders and catch a glimpse of your dark head of hair being hauled away against your will. The guards didn’t answer, acting impassive and as if Thomas hadn’t said anything at all.

“Tell me where they’re taking her!” He shoved the guard back as hard as he could, his frenzied worry for you forging all of his actions. The rest of the boys were instantly by his side, trying to hold him back from causing more of a scene and getting in trouble.

“She’s fine.” The other said, grave and inscrutable and dodging the question easily.

The sudden hot temper that adorned Thomas was only fired up further at the guard’s uncaring response. His heart pounded in his chest, so fast that the iambic rhythm became utterly lost between the waves of chaotic, choleric rage. “She’s not fine!” He all but roared, struggling against the hands of his friends attempting to hold him back.

“Why won’t you let me see her?! What are they doing to her?!” The spat of alarmed questions erupted, his dark eyes wide and glowering as the guards continued to refuse his entry.

He wasn’t getting anywhere. The distant sound of his friends trying to tell him to calm down, that you’ll be fine, that they’ll find you skimmed over his head completely. The only thing ringing in his ears where the echoed sounds of you calling his name, panic and despair etched in your sunken features as you looked to him through the glass. The only haunting image in his head was the one of you hanging unconscious in the woman’s cruel grip.

He couldn’t give up on you, he would never. The two of you had been together since being in the Glade, unable to deny the feelings that had been mutual before your memories got wiped. When Thomas had gotten himself stung, he’d seen you. You and him, together. You’d been by his side since the two of you had first been taking in by WICKED when you were young, and after, when he’d come up in the box - despite not recalling the memories you shared with him.

You were what got him through being trapped in the Maze. The thought of you, of seeing you again, of holding you in his arms once more, had got him to strive to survive the night he, Minho and Alby had been stuck out there in the depths of the deadly night. You were what got him through defeating the Maze, through Chuck’s death, through everything. He needed you.

That was when he decided. He will get you back, he will find you, even if it’s the last thing he does.

part II

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