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I LOVE them!!! Bucky is so hot and the way she handles everything is awesome!

Oh and when you told us about how different the bond can feel to different couples, that was SO interesting.

Soft music drifted from the ballroom as you stepped into the lavish venue. You’d never been to a gala before. Your family wasn’t wealthy enough to receive an invitation, nor did your last name carry any influence. The only reason you were there tonight was because of the alpha on your arm, all thanks to your boss’s insistence that you accompany him.

I'm not even sure if I would want to be there. Because of her BOSS?! No, that doesn't sound good.

You had designed a few of the dresses and suits, but none of the people wearing them would recognize you. The alpha you worked for always took the credit. Complaining about it wouldn’t help. After all, you’d only sound like an ungrateful omega and hundreds of other omegas would beg to take your place. You couldn’t wait for the day you quit.

I knew that I don't like him

“Then keep smiling,” Chet ordered through his grin. “What you do or don’t do is a reflection of me.”

If you act like a decent human being, I will smile.

You did notice a few more men looking your way. A few women as well, not hiding that they were whispering about you. Trying to hide your vulnerability, you held yourself the way you thought a goddess would. You also held yourself with pride since the dress you wore was your own design. A sleeveless black dress with a middle slit, it was bold and alluring. The glitter throughout the fabric made you shine like stars in the night sky. The finishing touch was the matching collar, a tasteful way to protect you from any alpha who even thought about marking you.

YES, act like the Queen you are! Don't let them make you feel worthless or insecure. The fact that she's wearing her own design is such an lovely detail; love it. Wait, a MATCHING collar? That's even greater! And the wish to be seen as an equal (in a relationship)? Yes, yes, YES!🎆🎊

“You’re my date. It’s my right to touch you,” he sneered. He had no right. It didn't matter if he was an alpha and he was rich. The urge to slap him across his face was so strong your palm itched. “So, get the stick out of your ass.”

Excuse me?! 😡With every second I despise this man more. The audacity! That's right, I DON'T want to sleep with you! Can someone please tell him that Women/Omegas aren't just a piece of meat to play with.

Navy your writing is excellent! I really can't stand him.😤 Corretcion, Í can't stand THEM. And no matter what, I support her should she decide to throw a drink in their face.

Little question though - that growl, was that Bucky?👀

“And not that you’d have any extra cash to tip, but it’s taken care of,” he continues, your face hot at the assumption that you couldn't afford to tip the staff. “Just behave and try not to make a fool out of either of us, you got it? Wouldn’t want your boss to hear about it if you do.” Biting back a retort, you freed yourself from his grip. There wasn’t enough liquor at this party to get you through the rest of this evening. “Don’t worry about me, alpha. Go have fun,” you said, your eyes burning as he walked away.

Yes, please leave and you don't need to return either. By the way, I am able to pay my own drinks, thank you. And don't even get me started on those double standards.

An intoxicating scent hit you out of nowhere, making you grip the bar as you inhaled. Plums, whiskey, sandalwood. The blended aromas had your mouth watering, and a whimper threatened to slip out. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Desire burned in your stomach. As quickly as the scent excited you, it seemed to wrap itself around you in a soothing embrace. How could a smell leave you hot and bothered and also feel like a hug?

Oh? He is here! Feeling like a hug? Aww, I love that.🥰

Studies over the years showed that not every bound pair was the same. Some couples felt the bond instantaneously like a firework exploding. Others felt it like a small burn that slowly consumed them over time. For a few, the spark took a long time to ignite. You couldn't ignore this burn if you tried.

That's SO interesting! Please tell me more. Please, please, please?

You welcomed the slight chill in the air as you stepped onto the large balcony. It was lit up with sparkling lights, yet it didn’t take away from the stars that shone in the sky above. The alpha who caught your eye stood by the railing, alone, like he was looking over a kingdom. You felt foolish for going out there to bother him.

So powerful, why does he look so powerful. This description is one of my favorite parts of this story!❤️

He didn’t look put off by your question, and he didn’t let go of your hand either. “I’ve come across a few delectable scents before, but I don’t think I’ve ever described anyone as divine,” he answered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. An intense longing behind his eyes had your knees weak. “I haven’t smelled anyone like you.”

Divine? How can he be so...?

He is lethal and noone can convince me otherwise. He accepts what she says but asks to be able to really understand her point of view. Moreover, he dosn't pity her for what happend.

He parted his jacket so he could look you over. Unlike Shane leering at you earlier, Bucky seemed to take in the details of your design with a careful eye. “You made this? It’s stunning,” he said with pride that rivaled yours. You lost your breath when he ran the back of his finger along your torso, heat spreading through your body like a wildfire. “Like you.

Perfect, just perfect. She is right, he IS dangerous.

He looked almost impressed with your answer. “I appreciate your honesty,” he praised, his thumb sweeping over your lips this time. “And it won't be enough. Once I get a taste of you, I won’t let you go.” “I’m going to want you every night.” He tilted his head when you shifted in your seat. “You feel it, don't you?” The low growl Bucky emitted made the nearby guests move away, but you weren’t afraid. “Ignore it? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I would've fucked you right out there on the balcony if that couple hadn't interrupted us,” he said, your body hot and needy at the thought of him fucking you while you looked out at the view. “I’m lucky finally finding you didn’t send me into a rut.”

“No, it doesn’t,” he said. There wasn't even a whiff of fear, likely because he had nothing to lose. “In fact, I think you should quit your job and move in with me.

“And all that in exchange for what? Being your whore?" He snarled, and you were delighted to hear that sound. “Trust me, doll, you may want me to fuck you like a whore, but I’ll treat you like a goddess. Like my equal,” he replied, his promise touching something deep inside you and drowning out most of your fear. He looked vulnerable, too, as he moved closer. “I know it’s a lot to have to depend on me, but with me you wouldn't have to do this on your own. My finances don’t mean I have power. You’d have power, too,” he said. You wanted to believe you would. “In fact, I think you’re the only person in this entire city who could bring me to my knees. That’s power.”

Okay, wait that's a bit fast. I won't be depending on your money or mercy.

I love that during this whole conversation, he really listens and doesn't just brush her off.

“What the hell are you doing? I said enjoy the free booze, and do not embarrass me. You can't even follow a simple instruction,” he snapped. You refused to bare your neck when he showed his teeth. He wasn’t going to embarrass you either. “The only reason you can even step foot in this place is because of me. You fucking sl-”

No, please GO AWAY! And how dare you to call her a slut?!

“She’s my mate,” Bucky said through his teeth, making Chet’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Biology may say you’re an alpha, but you’re nothing. And I’m tempted to crush your windpipe for insulting her.” He squeezed harder and smirked when Chet wheezed. “When her boss asks how the gala went, you’re going to sing her praises. If you don't, I’ll hunt you down and make sure you can never knot anyone ever again. And that’s just the start of what I'll do to you.”

Yes, show him that he shouldn't mess with her. So hot 🥵

“Thanks for the free booze, Chet. And don't worry about me getting a ride home. I think you should worry if that omega still wants you after your… performance,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s. “Have a great night.”

“Just wait until I tie you to my bed and get a real look before I fuck you. It’ll be a shame to wreck something so pretty, but you’ll thank me for it,” he replied, looking back at the road as he sped up. Oh, you’d thank him over and over. “Touch yourself, but don’t put your fingers inside.”

You moaned, an image of you on your hands and knees flashing in your mind, Bucky’s strong hands pulling you back to meet every thrust until he locked your bodies in place. You could practically feel his teeth sinking into your neck to fully seal your fate. Or would he make love to you, linking your fingers together and kissing you with care as he tenderly pushed his knot in? It didn’t matter. He’d give you everything, and you wanted it all.

Wait what? He will what?😳

Ruind but also yes please

Okay, this is kind of long, but this story is so great!

Thank you so much for writing and sharing this with us!💜

Where Worlds Collide - Intro

Pairing: Silver Fox!Sugar Daddy!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Female Reader

Summary: Your boss forces you to be eye candy for an alpha at a gala, but things take a turn for the better when you meet another alpha. Does it matter that you don't belong in his world?

Word Count: Over 9.2k

Warnings: Smut, v. fingering, possessive behavior, dirty talk, instant connection, A/B/O dynamics, talk of bonding, misogyny, unspecified age gap, insecurities, world building, choking (not our reader… yet), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: I'm pretty proud of the intro to this world, lovelies! @whisperlullaby, @targaryenvampireslayer, @tavners, here it is! Ant thanks to @queenoftheworldisdead as well. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was an evening of style, grace, and luxury, and you didn’t belong.

You held your breath as you walked deeper into the ballroom, the glittering chandeliers casting a refined glow over everything. A mix of alphas, betas, and omegas socialized and gossiped, their glamorous evening wear glittering under the lights. You had designed a few of the dresses and suits, but none of the people wearing them would recognize you. The alpha you worked for always took the credit. Complaining about it wouldn’t help. After all, you’d only sound like an ungrateful omega and hundreds of other omegas would beg to take your place.

You couldn’t wait for the day you quit.

Chet’s grip on your arm brought you back to the present. “Keep quiet and smile,” he ordered, a haughty expression on his face as he led you through the place. You didn't want to judge all men named Chet, but you had pegged him as a douchebag the second he went in for his fitting and he was proving you right. You couldn't even enjoy that he was objectively handsome since his personality made him less attractive.

“I am smiling,” you said. Wrinkling your nose at the overwhelming mix of scents and expensive colognes and perfumes, you did your best to make your smile look natural. The servers looked like they were doing the same as they served everyone. It was strange how a room so enormous could make someone feel so small.

“Then keep smiling,” Chet ordered through his grin. “What you do or don’t do is a reflection of me.”

“I know,” you muttered. Because it was all about him and you were just his omega arm candy. You really should’ve demanded overtime pay from your boss, but that conversation wouldn’t have ended well.

“As it stands, perhaps I made the right choice by bringing you,” he said, nodding to a few older gentlemen. “I can smell their envy.”

Reaching up instinctively to run a hand over your collar, you felt your heart ache. Your inner omega wanted a mark, but the thought of being tied to someone was somewhat terrifying. You respected omegas who wanted to go the traditional route by staying home and being submissive, but you didn’t want to be submissive outside of the bedroom. You wanted a partner who would view you as an equal.

Your false confidence didn’t last long when Chet’s grip on you tightened, your body immediately going stiff. You’d have to take a long shower and dry clean your dress just to get rid of his scent. “Loosen up,” he ordered.

“Maybe I’d loosen up if you weren’t digging your fingers in,” you whispered.

A shiver rolled down your spine when you heard a low growl come from another alpha. Glancing around, you didn’t see anyone looking directly at you. It probably had nothing to do with you because why would anyone care if an alpha was bossing you around?

Chet’s hold on you loosened nonetheless. “And just so we’re clear, you have no intention of sleeping with me?” he asked as an omega in a revealing dress sauntered by. Your date didn’t bother to hide how he was undressing her with his eyes.

“That’s right,” you said. You made it clear to your boss that sex wasn’t an option, and he was oddly on your side. Maybe he thought Chet could sway you if he tried hard enough. If he even thought of using some sort of alpha command on you, nothing would stop you from lashing out and making him sorry.

“Then you’ll have no problem finding your own ride home should I choose to leave with someone else,” he said.

“So, I can’t make you look bad, but you can leave with another omega?” you asked.

“You got it. You’re smarter than you look.” He tapped your nose with a condescending grin. “And here I thought you were just a pretty face.”

The prick was pushing his luck. “Listen you-”

“Chet, my boy! Good to see you!” A man interrupted, uncaring that you were speaking.

“Shane,” Chet smiled. “Always a pleasure.”

The bulky alpha shamelessly looked you over, his scent almost making you choke on your next breath. “And who might this be?”

“Pretty, isn't she?” Chet cut in before you could answer, puffing his chest out. “Doesn't say much, but I’m not exactly interested in her conversational skills, am I?”

You bit your tongue when they chuckled. Be seen and not heard. It was insulting.

“Come join me, but leave the omega,” Shane said unapologetically, taking another look at your chest. What would happen if you threw a drink in his face? “As entertaining as she would be, we have business to discuss, and we don’t need the distraction.”

“Of course,” Chet smiled, turning you toward the bar as Shane walked away. “Since he doesn't want you around, why don't you take advantage of the free drinks until I get back?”

“I’m not-”

Biting back a retort, you freed yourself from his grip. There wasn’t enough liquor at this party to get you through the rest of this evening. “Don’t worry about me, alpha. Go have fun,” you said, your eyes burning as he walked away. A few heads turned your way when your scent soured. It wasn’t enough that you had to attend an event where you didn’t belong, but your date just had to rub salt in the open wound by reminding you of such. “Fucking asshole,” you muttered, making your way over to the bar to order a drink.

Plastering a smile back on your face when you got the bartender’s attention, you ordered a whiskey on the rocks. You wanted something that would go down smooth but leave a little burn. You also preferred opting to watch the bartender make a drink in front of you instead of grabbing a glass of already poured champagne. The drinks were likely fine, but better safe than sorry. And like hell would you accept a drink from your sorry excuse for a “date” if he offered you one. He was lucky you-

No… It couldn’t be your mate.

You caught a small movement out of the corner of your eye, and you stopped breathing when you found a pair of blue eyes fixed on you that belonged to a devilishly handsome man. He leaned against the wall, his wool-blend black suit fitting his thick body like second skin. Streaks of gray lined his luscious brown hair and peppered his beard, too. He looked like the kind of alpha who would have omegas kneeling at his feet, and it frightened you how badly you wanted to get on your hands and knees and crawl toward him.

His. Mine.

Lifting his tumbler to his lips, he kept his eyes on you as he sipped the expensive liquor. You wanted to look away but couldn't as the air crackled between you. He had you under some sort of trance you couldn't snap yourself out of. As frightening as it was to have a scent hit you so strongly, a feeling like this hit you square in the chest, the thought of him staring at another omega that way nearly made you hiss because you didn't want anyone else on the receiving end of those blue eyes.

He smirked like he read your mind and pushed himself off the wall. You did whimper out loud when you realized just how large he was. Dominant, assertive, yet there was something almost playful in his smirk when he finally broke his gaze. You greedily inhaled with the hope of catching more of his scent when he strode toward the nearby balcony, smooth and fluid as a server quickly took the empty tumbler from his hand. The men at the gala were all posturing, but no one could match the confidence of that alpha.

So how were people not surrounding him, begging for a scrap of attention? Was he untouchable among those who deemed themselves untouchable? He certainly didn’t look like the kind of man who chased after anyone. No, people went to him.

He wanted you to follow him, right?

Downing your drink in one gulp, your feet moved before you could stop yourself. “I don’t need this alpha,” you whispered, the words bitter in your mouth as you followed his path. If you were smart, you’d walk the other way and not look back. Yet the thought of never seeing him again made your heart ache in a way you didn’t want to examine.

Does he know?

Steeling yourself with false confidence again, you walked over to stand beside him. You weren’t close enough to touch him, wanting to leave him a respectable amount of space. You could always use the excuse that you just needed some fresh air if he asked what you were doing.

Stealing a glance at him, you didn’t want to believe that you had a true connection with this man, that he could be your mate. No way would an omega like you be his match. Would he even want an omega like you? One with dreams to do more, be more?

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice thick like honey and the whiskey you drank. Of course, his voice would be a powerful weapon. But he wasn’t scenting you, or trying to tear your collar off, or doing anything to indicate that he felt the sort of spark you had. Maybe that was for the best.

“It is,” you sighed, looking out at the view. You couldn’t deny the beauty and how much easier it was to breathe since you weren’t surrounded by the suffocating bodies and scents. “It really is something.”

“I was talking about you.”

You whipped your head toward him so quickly you nearly hurt your neck. The flare of heat in his eyes hypnotized you again, but this time you didn’t want him to draw you in. A man of his stature, his power, he could chew you up, spit you out, and leave you a shell of yourself. But seeing him up close, his laugh lines, and the touch of softness in his gaze, you wanted to know all about him and the life he lived.

You were in so much trouble.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“I don't think I’ve seen you at a gala before. I would've remembered you,” he stated. You weren't sure what to say to that. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky if you’d like.”

You blinked a few times. “You’re James Barnes,” you whispered, not having to belong in the inner circle to know who he was.

James Buchanan Barnes. One of the wealthiest alphas in the city, his family came from money and it was no secret that Bucky, as he liked to go by, wasn’t bound to anyone. People assumed that he didn't want to share his wealth with anyone beyond his charitable donations, or that he was either extremely picky in choosing a mate. And here he was talking to you. This was the man you thought could be your mate.

You were in way over your head.

“I am,” he said, looking at you expectantly.

It took a moment, but your name tumbled from your lips as you shifted toward him. He inhaled when a breeze rolled in and you hoped your scent got to him the way his scent got to you. The way his eyes darkened, it had. Your inner omega wanted to purr with delight.

Time stood still when he took your hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s a pleasure,” he whispered, his lips brushing your knuckles. “I hope you don’t mind me being forward, but…”

“But what?”

You held your breath when he turned your hand and ran his nose along your wrist with a small growl. It was bold, intimate, possessive, and you got impossibly wet from the action. Had Chet or another alpha done that, it would've been a different story. “You smell divine,” he whispered against your skin.

You whined before your inner hackles went up, making him pull his mouth away immediately. He at least had some level of respect and sensed the shift in your stance. “How many omegas have you said that and done that to?” you asked when you had no right to feel jealous.

This alpha was telling the truth, but he wasn't a boy scout either. He knew how to fuck, you could tell, and he likely broke hearts without intending to. You didn’t want to be the next victim if a quick fuck was all he was looking for.

“I haven’t smelled anyone like you either,” you admitted, grudgingly pulling away. His heady scent made it hard to concentrate. And standing close to a man who wore a suit that cost more than half a year’s rent was another reminder that you were a girl playing dress up, nothing more. “I should go. I shouldn’t be here.”

Bucky stopped you from turning away, his grip on your arms tender so you wouldn’t feel threatened. “And why is that?”

“Because I don’t belong here, and I don’t expect you to understand that,” you replied.

It was bad enough to let your guard down by following him out there, and you couldn’t let him seduce you more than he already had. You were lucky the very presence of him didn't trigger your heat. And how would your story end? He was a rich alpha, and you were a struggling omega. Was happiness really in the cards?

Your eyes widened when you heard the rumble in his chest, his scent producing a soothing aura that wrapped around you. Your lip trembled slightly as the rumble faded. Bucky could’ve let you walk away, yet he was comforting you. It made you want to cry.

“I may understand better than you think,” he whispered. Did he? Did he feel alone in that crowd of people there? “But help me understand why you feel that way.”

You rapidly blinked to keep the tears at bay. What was there for him to understand? “Okay,” you whispered back. The fact that he wanted you to talk to him meant something. “For starters, that crowd is kind of… well, awful from the short time I observed and interacted with them. They think they’re better than everyone else because they have so much, but they have no right to look down on others.”

The people in the gala simply flaunted what they had without a second thought. Being there made you appreciate your friends and their genuine interactions more. They worked hard for everything they had. They wouldn’t have anything against people born with a silver spoon in their mouths if they showed a little humility.

Bucky's chuckle surprised you. “Money doesn’t equal class, and believe me when I say they aren’t worth taking up any space in your beautiful mind,” he said, giving you a small smile. “To be honest, I came out here to get away from them because, save a select few, they're fucking assholes.”

You found yourself smiling, too. No wonder he has been standing by himself. “Is that the only reason?” you asked curiously, reaching up to touch his perfect hair simply because you could.

He looked at you, a mixture of lust and something soft. Standing like this you felt like a couple. “I may have wanted you to follow me, and I’m glad you did,” he said, his tone calm and casual as butterflies filled your stomach. “You’re the first person I’ve considered approaching in a long time, but you looked a bit upset when you went to the bar. I didn’t think bothering you would win me any favors.”

You exhaled. Was he the alpha who growled when Chet gripped you too tightly? “I…” you shivered when another breeze rolled in.

He shrugged his jacket the moment he spotted you shivered. “May I?” he offered.

You hesitated. Bucky had a powerful scent, and how would it look to Chet if you wore another alpha’s jacket? Chet wasn’t your alpha, but he could run his mouth and get you in trouble with your boss. It didn’t matter that you wanted to quit one day. Today wasn’t that day because you financially weren’t ready. That was the excuse you made up in your head.

But your inner omega wanted Bucky’s scent to surround you and you replied in a small voice, “Yes, please.”

Bucky carefully placed the warm jacket around your shoulders. “I know the crowd bothered you for good reason, but who specifically upset you and how can I fix it?”

“My date,” you answered. You didn't have it in you to lie to him. It also wasn't up to him to fix it.

Bucky hummed, running his hands up and down your arms. It helped warm and relax you. “What’s his name?” he asked, his eyes landing on the collar around your neck. You wondered what he would do if your mating gland was exposed, and you had to push that thought away.

“His name is Chet and he’s discussing business with some alpha.” The change in his scent was subtle. He seemed too confident to be jealous, but he didn’t seem pleased either at the thought of you being with someone else. “They were extremely condescending, and I couldn’t exactly throw a drink in their faces or put them in their place since I’m just an omega.”

Bucky snarled quietly, his eyes blazing. “You’re not just an omega,” he said. He was upset on your behalf. Was he not like other older alphas who wanted omegas to be subservient? “Maybe I should have a chat with them.”

You purred before you could stop yourself. Bucky offering to stand up for you felt better than you wanted to admit. “You don't have to do that,” you said, running your fingers through his hair again. You wanted to soothe him the way he soothed you. “Besides, I’m not really on a date with Chet. He just wanted me to be eye candy for the night.”

Bucky almost snarled again, but raised an eyebrow instead. “And you agreed to that? I have the feeling you aren’t the arm candy type.”

You giggled. He was right about that. “Didn’t really have a choice thanks to my boss,” you told him.

“Your boss? What exactly do you do for work?” he asked carefully.

He asked a lot of questions, but you didn't mind since he seemed genuinely interested. Maybe he assumed you were an escort. “I'm a designer,” you answered, smiling to yourself. “At least, I want to be. I’m just an assistant at the moment.”

“Let me guess. Your boss is an alpha, makes you do the grunt work, and takes the credit?” he mused, humming when you solemnly nodded. “And he convinced you to come here tonight because Chet is a client?”

“Something like that. It was either that or I get fired,” you laughed bitterly. “And if he fired me I’d get blacklisted, then I’d have no job, no money at all, and I’d lose my tiny apartment and…”

His nose wrinkled when you trailed off. You were so embarrassed, and you couldn’t stop your scent from souring. Talking to one of the richest alphas ever about your problems wasn’t something you thought you’d experience tonight, but that soothing rumble and smell came out again to help you breathe easier.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that,” he said with a touch of firmness so you knew he didn’t pity you. You could take a lot of things, but not pity.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you said, smoothing out some of the fabric on your dress and not wanting to dwell on the topic. “I actually made this,” you told him. It was silly, but you specifically wanted to hear something nice from Bucky to make you feel better, which was bad. You shouldn’t want compliments from him or want him period.

Your mind raced, the heavy weight of his gaze pinning you in place. The longer you stood there, the more you wanted him. You had to snap out of it. “You’re dangerous,” you whispered, shaking your head as his hand fell away. “I should go inside.”

He stepped back, his eyes searching yours. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you replied honestly. Some of his actions were forward, but he wasn’t pushy. He was the sort of predator who probably gently played with his food before he sank his teeth in, yet you weren’t completely afraid of the bite. “Though I’m wondering why you don’t have a date tonight. Keeping your options open?”

Maybe he really did want to live the bachelor life.

The corner of his lip tugged when you narrowed your eyes. “I come to these things to make a short appearance. That’s all,” he explained. Even the wealthy had obligations. “Unlike some alphas my age, I’m not interested in having a date for the sole purpose of eye candy. And because most of the people here are fucking assholes, I don’t usually find anyone to take home.”

“So, you aren’t interested in taking me home?” you tried to tease. If he said no, you could lick your wounds later since you’d likely never see him again. If he said yes, you… Well, you didn’t know what you’d do.

He reached out and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close enough that you felt just how big he was. A shudder wracked your body, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. “I’m very interested in taking you home,” he breathed.

You lifted your eyes to him, his desire matching yours. “I-”

A young giggling couple stumbled out to the balcony reeking of booze. They took a few steps forward and Bucky moved you out of the way before they could crash into you. The ferocious growl he let out made the laughter cease, but it had you purring like a bitch in heat. “Leave,” he ordered, keeping his arms tight around you. The underlying threat in that single word had the couple rushing back inside, but they had effectively ruined the moment.

“I think that alpha almost pissed his pants,” you teased to cut through the tension.

“He’s lucky he didn’t tumble over the railing,” he said, loosening his hold on you and taking in your expression. You felt naked under his stare. “You aren’t ready to leave with me just yet.”

“I’m still here with a ‘date’,” you reminded him to cover up any feelings or doubts in your mind.

Other than Bucky being wealthy, powerful, and smelling like a sinful kind of heaven, you didn’t fully know him. Something within you felt like you did, but going home with him for the night… What if you disappointed him? What if he decided he didn't want you?

He gave nothing away as he stared at you while you felt like your eyes told him everything. It wasn’t fair how in control he looked when you were close to spiraling. “Let’s go sit inside,” he suggested, finally cracking a smile when your face scrunched up. “No one will bother us, and I’d like to keep talking to you even if you don’t decide to leave with me.”

“I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit with you for a few minutes,” you said, especially if he would keep others away from you.

His hand on your hip felt like it belonged there as he guided you back inside. The scents and mindless chatter didn’t bother you as much now, likely because all you could really smell and concentrate on was Bucky. Did his kisses taste like plums or whiskey? Both?

He brought to a corner near the bar, far enough away from the mingling crowd that you still felt a bit of privacy. You kept his jacket around you though the room was considerably warmer than it was outside, not quite ready to give it back to him. “Drink?” he asked, angling his chair so that his knees were touching yours. There was no table in front of you. Anyone looking would see how close you were.

“No, thanks,” you said. You already downed a glass of whiskey and your head was spinning thanks to him.

You felt his gaze on you for a full minute before he spoke again. “Your ‘date’ isn’t the reason you’re hesitating to leave,” he said, scratching along his beard. You bet it would feel wonderful between your thighs. “Is it me? Am I too old for you?”

You had to laugh. “You’re a gorgeous silver fox, so that isn’t the problem,” you said. Beneath the suit you knew he was in great shape, too.

He smiled a gorgeous smile, appreciating the compliment. “So it isn't my age. Do you think I won’t treat you well?”

“I know you’ll treat me well,” you answered, avoiding his gaze. You knew that in your core. “But I’m afraid of what happens in the morning.”

He forced your gaze back to him with a large hand. “What are you afraid of?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Everything.

“I’m afraid if I get a taste of you it won’t be enough for one night,” you said, your heart pounding as he stared into your eyes. Like he was staring deep into your soul. “And it isn’t fair that you have that kind of power over me.”

It wasn’t a matter of if with him, but when. “You couldn't possibly want me for more than one night,” you said. He knew you were just a struggling designer’s assistant and didn’t run with this crowd. You lived in different worlds.

“I’m going to want you every night.” He tilted his head when you shifted in your seat. “You feel it, don't you?”

You feigned innocence when he held your gaze, your heart racing. God, he had felt it. Was it an explosion, a slow burn, or something else? “Feel what?”

Bucky smirked, not at all fooled. “That you’re my-”

“Don’t say it,” you begged. Speaking the word would make it real and it wasn't something he could take back. “Because if you don’t want that or me, we can just go our separate ways and ignore it.”

He hadn’t marked you, and you hadn’t claimed him either. You didn’t know what it would feel like to have his knot, so you couldn’t possibly miss it. And neither of you would have to depend on the other. You could walk away with as minimal damage as possible, and you’d find a way to remain whole. So would he.

The low growl Bucky emitted made the nearby guests move away, but you weren’t afraid. “Ignore it? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I would've fucked you right out there on the balcony if that couple hadn't interrupted us,” he said, your body hot and needy at the thought of him fucking you while you looked out at the view. “I’m lucky finally finding you didn’t send me into a rut.”

You thought the same about your heat. “Bucky-”

“Our scents call to each other. We call to each other,” he said, placing his hand on your chest. How did your heart feel fuller from his touch? “Tell me you didn't feel a connection when you caught my scent and looked at me.”

“I felt something,” you admitted.

“And it compelled you enough to follow me outside, to open up to me,” he said. You couldn't deny that. “You may say you don’t belong here, but something inside you says you belong with me.”

“And that doesn’t bother you? Scare you?” you asked. Having mates could be wonderful, but what if he wanted that pull with someone who wasn’t you?

“No, it doesn’t,” he said. There wasn't even a whiff of fear, likely because he had nothing to lose. “In fact, I think you should quit your job and move in with me.

You looked at him like he suddenly grew another head. “Quit my job and move in with you?”

“Yes. Your boss doesn't deserve to have you as an assistant, and you wouldn't have to pay rent if you stayed at my place.”

You didn’t attempt to laugh off his request since he was completely serious. “You realize that sounds insane, right?” you added. It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary though. Some couples who took their time building their bond still moved in right away.

“Insane would’ve been marking you the moment I saw you and dragging you home the way some alphas do,” he said.

You bristled. “It’s too soon for you to mark me,” you said, even as your mating bond throbbed.

“Don’t worry. I won't mark you tonight,” he assured you. Hurt crept up for a split second before he ran a finger along your collar. You visibly trembled and realized that he did want to mark you. He just wasn’t doing so tonight out of respect for you. “But you can still be mine in every other way until that day comes.”

You opened your mouth to argue. He hadn’t marked you, but you still felt owned. “You really think people want you with an omega outside of your tax bracket?”

“You think I give a fuck what they think?” His handsome face twisted in a scowl as he looked around. “And if they even think about insulting you, I’ll ruin them. It’s that simple.”

“It isn’t that simple,” you said.

“Why not? I know you're meant to be mine and you know it, too.” He touched your collar again, your mating bond throbbing almost to the point of pain. “You won’t need to worry about money or a roof over your head because I’ll give it to you. And a space to design your own clothes and make your dream come true.”

It sounded too good to be true, and nothing in this world was free. “I have my rent. If I break my lease-”

“I’ll pay what you owe.”

Your rent was probably pocket change to him. At least you didn’t have a roommate you’d have to worry about. It was always too risky to rely on someone else to help with bills and utilities. “And all that in exchange for what? Being your whore?”

He snarled, and you were delighted to hear that sound. “Trust me, doll, you may want me to fuck you like a whore, but I’ll treat you like a goddess. Like my equal,” he replied, his promise touching something deep inside you and drowning out most of your fear.

You just wished the remaining would fade away.

“I want us to be equals, but do you realize that you’d have all the power until I get my designs off the ground, right? I’d have to rely on your money, your roof over my head,” you said, swallowing the small lump in your throat. Did he realize what he was asking of you? To push aside the small amount of pride and independence you had? “I’ve done fine on my own and to have to depend on you is something else altogether.”

You hoped he at the very least realized how vulnerable you were right now by opening up more.

He looked vulnerable, too, as he moved closer. “I know it’s a lot to have to depend on me, but with me you wouldn't have to do this on your own. My finances don’t mean I have power. You’d have power, too,” he said. You wanted to believe you would. “In fact, I think you’re the only person in this entire city who could bring me to my knees. That’s power.”

You smiled a little. Could you really bring him to his knees? “As flattered as I am that you want to take care of me, do I have to decide tonight?” you asked. He was saying all the right things, and it was tempting, but there was so much to figure out beyond the living arrangements.

“We can discuss it more tomorrow if you’d like,” he said, looking around as you let out a breath. He had no doubt in his mind that you would spend the night. “Have you seen your date?”

You looked around, too, not at all worried when you spotted him. A complete contrast to how you felt at the beginning of the evening. “He’s…” You gestured to the bar where Chet was flirting with the loosely dressed omega from earlier and staring right down the front of her dress.

Bucky growled and swept his eyes over you, no doubt catching how you pressed your thighs together from the sound. A growl really shouldn't be that sexy. “Not a very faithful alpha, is he?”

“Well, he isn't my alpha, remember?” you pointed out. Someone like Chet would never be. “My boss only ‘suggested’ that I go with him tonight, and I made it clear I wasn't going to sleep with him.”

There was another hint of a growl before he smiled. “Wait right here. I’m just going to tell the young pup that you’re going home with me.”

You gripped his arm as he tried to stand. “Easy, old man. I didn't say I was going home with you,” you teased, knowing full well you were in fact leaving with him.

“Old man?” he smiled.

You shrugged. “You called me ‘doll’, which sounds like something an old man would say.”

“I think an old man is exactly what you need.” His eyes flashed with a deliciously dark promise that he was right and you’d enjoy every single inch of what he’d give you. “And you didn’t explicitly say you'd go with me, but we both know I’ve swayed you to go to my place.”

“You alphas are so cocky.” You refrained from rolling your eyes since he was right in this instance. “But maybe I should just stay here a bit longer and make you work for it since you want me so badly.”

He chuckled. “You’d rather stay here? Fine by me,” he said, leaning in close. “I’ll just slide my hand up your dress here and now and feel just how wet you are for me. I doubt anyone would notice if I made you come on my fingers. They’re too caught up in themselves.”

Your eyes closed when he touched your thigh. “You think I'm wet for you?”

“I know you are. I can smell it. Can practically taste it. You’ll let me taste you, won't you?” he purred, and you could only tremble as his hand moved higher, your legs parting to give him more access. “In fact, why don't I drag your ‘date’ over and let him watch while I lay you out and feast on your cunt? Show him what you'll never give him a taste of?”

You weren't sure if the pool of arousal was from the thought of Bucky eating you like a starved man, making that sad excuse for an alpha watch while he got you off, or both. You wondered what it would be like to taste yourself on his lips. “And why would you let him see what I look like when I come?”

He seemed to consider your question. “That’s a good point. He shouldn't see how you look when you come.” Bringing his hand to your face, your breath hitched when he caressed your cheek with such care. “But you’ll never have to hide that beautiful expression from me.”

“Hey!”

You pulled away from Bucky in time to see Chet storm over. “Shit,” you whispered when he furiously looked between you and Bucky. You were shocked smoke didn't come out of his ears.

Bucky was out of his seat before you could blink, his hand wrapped tight around Chet’s throat and cutting off the remainder of his insult. A few patrons gasped and stopped to watch as Chet clawed at Bucky's hand, but no one stepped in to help. The anger that poured off your alpha was enough to deter anyone from getting involved. And you were loving every second of it.

It was almost humiliating how turned on you were by Bucky's dominant display. You thought you’d be an omega who wouldn’t want an alpha acting like, well, an alpha, yet his defense of you meant a lot. “Bucky.” You stood up and smiled when he looked at you, his anger shifting to something softer. “You can let him go.”

Chet fell to the ground and coughed once Bucky released him. Your alpha bared his teeth with a snarl and Chet showed his throat like an obedient dog. It was clear who the top alpha was.

“Apologize,” Bucky commanded. Not only did Chet cough out an apology while avoiding your gaze, a few others said “sorry” as well. That was how powerful this man was. And you wanted him more than anything.

There was no need to fake your confidence as you and Bucky walked out together. It didn't matter at the moment what they thought of you. All you could think about was how Bucky defended you, and how he called you his mate. It was out in the open. He…

Oh, God.

“Thank you for defending me, but you do realize you just told everyone that I’m your mate, right?” you whispered. That gossip would spread before the night was over.

“Is that what I did?” he asked, smirking when you hissed and glared. “And you don’t need to thank me. He had it coming.”

The smirk was still on his handsome face as the valet brought his car around. What the hell were people going to say? He didn’t care what they thought and neither should you.

“Listen, Bucky, just because you…”

Bucky held your face in his hands, leaning in so close you felt his breath against your lips. His mouth barely grazed yours, carefully teasing you with the promise of what was to come. “Just because I what?” he rasped, and you swear you felt more slick stain your already ruined panties.

“You better get me off before we get to your place,” you said instead of finishing your original statement because you truthfully forgot all about it when his lips touched yours.

Your insides tinged with more heat and desire when he nipped your bottom lip. “You better say my name when I get you off.”

“Should I say Bucky or James?” you smirked.

“Bucky. Reserve the name James for when you’re upset or extremely serious,” he winked, thanking the valet before helping you into his vehicle. You had never been in a car this nice.

“And you won’t mark me tonight?” you asked once he got up, touching the back of your collar to make sure it was still secure.

“We still have a lot to figure out before I mark you,” he said, leaning over as you sighed in relief. “But before we go…”

His mouth landed on yours, both strong and soft as he took possession of yours. The entire gala could've gone up in flames and you wouldn't have noticed since all you felt was him. You tasted his hunger when his tongue plunged inside, and there was a hint of desperation, too. He was starving for you and you moaned, deepening the kiss to show that you were just as eager.

You panted when he broke the kiss. “Don’t make me regret trusting you,” you breathed, your eyes once again giving everything away.

His nose bumped yours affectionately as he dragged his lips to your forehead. You didn't expect such a fond gesture from him, and you had to bite your tongue so you wouldn't blurt out how nice a kiss to the forehead felt. “You won’t regret it,” he whispered, sealing the promise with a kiss against your skin.

Your heart felt full, and your inner omega wanted to shout with joy. “Take me home then.”

Bucky sped off a moment later, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. Your core ached as you looked at him, giving you a chance to once again take in his profile. The saying of aging like fine wine probably rang true for him. You imagined he was always good looking, but he was both rough and refined thanks to his age. People who said perfection didn’t exist clearly never saw him before.

“You like what you see?” he asked.

“I do, but you know that,” you answered, his jaw clenching when you pulled your dress up to reveal your legs. “And didn’t you promise to get me off before we got to your place?”

The sexual tension that had been building up spiked, and you sensed his need to claim you in some capacity was rising to the surface. “Give me your panties,” he ordered, giving you a sharp look. “Now.”

“You’re bossy,” you smiled, pushing your dress higher. He swore under his breath when you gripped your underwear and slid it off, your slick practically dripping from the flimsy fabric. No one ever got you that wet before. “But I kind of like it.”

He chuckled, licking his lips. “You like it because it’s me,” he pointed out, snatching the underwear out of your hand once it was within reach. You watched with a whine as he brought it to his nose and deeply inhaled. “Fuck…” he growled, bringing the fabric to the tent growing in his pants next and rubbing all over it in a filthy display. Watching him ruin his pants with the scent and slick of your pussy had you soaking the seat beneath you. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty cunt.”

You trembled when he took his eyes off the road. Pulling your dress over your hips, you obediently spread your legs and let him get a good look at what would soon belong to him. “You like what you see?”

Bringing your hand between your legs, you gasped at how sensitive you were. It was like you were in heat, but fully aware of your surroundings. “Like this?” you asked, moving your fingers along your folds.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his gaze darting between you and the road. You hoped one day he’d fuck your throat while he drove. “Now give me your hand.”

You presented your glistening fingers to him, giving him the opportunity to grip your wrist and suck the wet digits into his mouth. You felt his mouth water from your taste, the groan of arousal in his throat making you shake. He didn’t stop until he licked your fingers clean. “You taste just as divine as you smell,” he said, releasing your hand and reaching over to cup your mound. “And I need more.”

“I need more, too,” you moaned, his palm rubbing your clit and building that ecstasy within you. He teased your dripping hole with another finger, but didn’t push inside yet. You arched your hips, trying to get him to breach you. “Please.”

“That’s a good girl saying please,” he praised, finally pushing a thick finger inside. You clenched around him so tight, your body wanting more. “Fuck, you’re tight. And wet. Made just for me. Imagine how good you’ll feel once you’re stretched around my cock.”

“Want your cock,” you moaned, opening your legs wider. “Want your big cock inside me.”

“Yeah, you do. You want my big, bare cock in your soaked cunt,” he said, pushing another finger in, your slick coating them. You didn’t let anyone fuck you bare before, but you’d let him. “You want my knot, too.”

“Are you hard just thinking of fucking of me raw?” you moaned, the need to rip the top of your dress open to reveal your breasts strong. No… If your dress was going to get torn to shreds, he could do that himself. “Coming so deep inside me you’ll drip out of me days later?”

The next growl he let out was inhuman, his fingers curling until you cried out. “My good little omega has a dirty mouth on her,” he smirked.

“I do have a dirty mouth. You should fuck it sometime,” you smiled sweetly before your mouth fell open, his expert fingers fucking you deep. Talking dirty to him helped stamp down your emotions a bit, but they were threatening to surface the more he touched you. “Bucky.”

“That’s it. Say my name. Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded. Your back arched, gripping the leather seat until your hand ached. Your body certainly knew who owned you. “Tell me who’s going to take care of you.”

You bit your lip to hold back your whimper, your heart pounding out of control. No one took care of you. No one wanted to until tonight, and you hadn’t wanted that either.

He stopped moving his fingers, keeping perfectly still as you hissed in frustration. Was he really going to build you up and not let you finish? “Tell me,” he demanded again, gentler this time.

Your eyes burned, but you swallowed your pride. Again. “You, Bucky,” you whispered, trusting that he’d be an alpha of his word. “You'll take care of me.”

He cooed when you whimpered, slipping a third finger in and moving them again. “That’s my girl. My good omega. I know that wasn’t easy for you to say,” he praised, so proud of you. Part of you was proud of yourself, too. “Do you need to come?”

“Yes!” you cried out, desperately trying to ride his fingers as the pressure grew. You were so close. Just a little more…

“Then do it. Get that slick all over my hand and seat,” he said, pushing against your bundle of nerves once more as your body locked up. “And say. My. Name.”

Waves of pleasure rolled through you, colors blurring your vision as you cried his name. Your eyes rolled back as the squelching sound of your cunt filled the car, his fingers helping you ride it out. You were drowning, unable to breathe until you broke through the haze. You felt ruined already by his fingers. Oh, his cock was going to destroy you.

“Fuck, that’s it. Give it to me. That’s my good girl. Can’t wait to feel that all over my cock.”

He only removed his fingers when you whined and licked your essence away with a low moan. The beautiful bastard still looked so put together, and hadn’t swerved once while he drove. “Holy shit,” you exhaled, your walls still fluttering. The orgasm took the edge off while leaving you wanting more. “Did I… soak your hand?”

“You did,” he confirmed, your face hot. “Fuck, I’m going to need an entire weekend to eat your sweet cunt just to start,” he said, flashing you a smile. “And you make very pretty sounds when you come.”

You managed a smile as you slumped in the seat, your dress still bunched around your waist. “What do you sound like when you come?” you asked breathlessly.

“You’ll find out,” he promised.

You trembled again when he put his hand back on your thigh, your hand immediately covering his. You needed his touch to ground you, but didn’t want to say so. “I just realized something,” you said once you fully caught your breath.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“If you’re my mate but you haven’t marked me yet, and you plan to pay for… well, everything for me for the time being,” you said, a laugh bubbling up when you saw that your window was fogged up. You drew a little smiley face, making you laugh more before you glanced at him. “You’re kind of like my sugar daddy.”

The look on his face before he laughed made him look younger, the sound affectionate and happy. How many managed to make him laugh like that? “Does that mean you’re going to call me ‘Daddy’?”

“Don’t push it, old man,” you giggled. Though if anyone could sway you, it would be him. “Why don’t we just stick with ‘alpha’ for now?”

“That and Bucky,” he suggested, turning his hand so your palm rested against his. “I like hearing you say my name, doll,” he added in a whisper.

“I like saying your name, Bucky,” you said, your brows furrowing. “But who came up with that nickname?”

He chuckled again, your skin tingling when he lifted your hand to kiss it. “You don’t want to hear about that.”

“Yes, I do,” you said.

He stole a glance at you. Through the heavy scent of your orgasm, you detected joy seeping from him. It made you feel happy, too. “Okay,” he smiled, running his thumb along your hand. “I got the nickname a long time ago…”

You twisted more in your seat to face him as you listened, lost in his voice and smile. There was so much you had to learn about your alpha. His likes and dislikes. What he would be like before, during, and after his ruts. He had a lot to learn about you, too. You wouldn’t give up on your dream of becoming a designer, and accepting his help may not be such a bad thing.

And maybe accepting the fact that you had a mate to depend on wouldn’t be such a bad thing either.

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A LITTLE BIT OF SCANDAL WITH A PINCH OF DEFAMATION

PAIRING Sirius Black x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS someone has made it their personal mission to ridicule the eldest black sibling in the school newspaper’s anonymous Spotlight column and the entire school is entertained- except Sirius

WORD COUNT 1.6k

CONTENT WARNING none

library.

Sirius Black was not used to being the butt of the joke.

Sure, he and James pranked their fellow students on a near daily basis, but that was different. That was lighthearted fun. This? This was targeted character assassination.

He sat at the Gryffindor table, scowling at the latest edition of The Hogwarts Weekly, which had just been delivered alongside breakfast. The familiar bolded headline made his stomach twist with dread.

“Weekly Spotlight: Sirius Black’s Hair Routine- Does He Secretly Use Veela Shampoo?”

Sirius groaned, dragging a hand through his obscenely perfect hair as James curiously peered over his shoulder.

“Oi, that’s a glowing review compared to last week,” James said, snatching a piece of toast. “At least they’re acknowledging the effort you put into looking devastatingly handsome.”

Sirius shot him a glare. “‘Effort’? You think I try to look like this? Mate, I was born like this."

James smirked. “Well, according to the article, you wake up two hours early just to what was it again?, ‘whisper sweet nothings to your reflection’?”

Sirius slammed the newspaper onto the table and huffed. “I do not whisper to my reflection.”

“Mate, I’ve seen you wink at yourself in the window.”

“That’s different,” Sirius muttered or rather pouted.

Across the hall, students were already whispering, chuckling at the latest installment of the rather brilliant writer's ongoing takedown of Sirius Black.

“This has gone too far,” Sirius grumbled. “I need to find out who’s behind this.”

James perked up. “Are you saying…” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “We have a mystery to solve?”

Sirius nodded, expression grave. “We’re going to catch this Quilly and when we do, I swear they’ll regret ever picking up a feather.”

James grinned. “Sirius, my dear friend, we are now game on.”

Sirius and James took their new roles as amateur detectives very seriously.

They started by interrogating their classmates.

“Did you write this?” Sirius demanded, waving the newspaper in the face of a startled Ravenclaw.

The boy blinked. “I- I don’t even read the Herald.”

James jotted something down in a small notebook. “Suspicious.”

Sirius nodded in agreement. “Very suspicious indeed.”

The Ravenclaw scurried away.

Next, they turned to analyzing past articles for clues. They sat in a corner of the common room, parchment and numerous past articles spread out before them. James tapped his quill against his chin. “Alright, let’s think, who would have enough access to the dumb things you do on a daily basis?”

Sirius frowned. “That’s the problem. I’m incredibly popular. People are always watching me.”

James snorted. “That’s one way to phrase it.”

“Alright,” Sirius huffed. “Who works on the Weekly?”

“Dunno,” James admitted. “It’s all pretty hush hush. They don’t like revealing their sources.”

“Cowards.”

James scanned the common room, eyes landing on Remus, who was curled up in an armchair, nose deep in a book.

“Oi, Moony,” James called. “You’re a Prefect. You know things. Who writes for The Hogwarts Weekly?”

Remus didn’t even look up. “Confidential.”

Sirius groaned. “Oh, come on.”

Remus finally closed his book and sighed. “Look, if the Quiller keeps their writers anonymous, they have a reason for it. Besides, maybe if you stopped embarrassing yourself on a daily basis, they wouldn’t have so much material.”

James laughs at that. Sirius glared. “You’re useless.”

Remus smirked. “And yet, I sleep soundly at night.”

The following week, after a failed (lazy really) gathering of information, he slammed the latest issue of the newspaper onto the Gryffindor table, sending toast crumbs flying.

“This- this is an attack on my dignity!” he declared, glaring at the offending article.

James, who was in the middle of buttering his toast, looked up eyes wide. “What is it this time?”

Sirius scowled. “See for yourself”

James took the paper from him, eyes scanning the latest Spotlight column.

“Sirius Black: Smooth Talker or Walking Disaster?”

Once again, Hogwarts’ resident Casanova has graced the halls with his effortless charm- or so he thinks. Witnesses report that Black’s attempt to woo a Hufflepuff sixth year ended in catastrophe when he tripped over his own shoelaces and knocked over an entire suit of armor.

Eyewitness testimony claims Black tried to play it off, stating, ‘The armor was clearly in love with me. It fell at my feet.’

Sources remain skeptical. "

James barely suppressed a laugh. “I mean… it does sound like something you’d say.”

Sirius groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s not the point! Who is this menace? Who keeps writing these slanderous lies?”

Remus, who had been reading over James’ shoulder, snorted. “They’re not lies if they actually happened.”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, you did say the armor was in love with you.”

Sirius huffed. “That’s not- that’s beside the point!” He gestured wildly. “This mystery writer has been humiliating me for weeks! It's blasphemy!”

His first suspect was the rather scary friend of his.

“Marls,” Sirius said, sliding into the seat across from her. “Where were you last Tuesday at precisely 7:42 PM?”

Marlene raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because,” James said dramatically, “that was the moment the Weekly was printed. And we think you’re the mysterious Quiller.”

Marlene blinked. Then she burst out laughing.

“Oh, I wish I was them,” she wheezed, swiping away stray tears. “Whoever that is? Brilliant. But sorry to disappoint, Black. It’s not me.”

Sirius squinted. “Hmm. You do like writing…”

“I like writing about things that matter,” Marlene said dryly. “And you? Do not matter.”

Sirius gasped bewildered. James patted his shoulder. “Tough break, mate.”

The second suspect was Lily, much to James' dismay. They were walking towards the library, discussing a way to question the red head without being hexed first. A few third years were discussing the newest paper rather enthusiastically by the grand fountain in the hall, much to Sirius' annoyance.

“She’s clever, she hates you, and wants to get back at you by attacking me,” Sirius reasoned. “Sounds like our girl.”

James frowned. “Yeah, but she’d just tell me to my face that I’m an idiot.”

“…Good point.”

The next and last suspect was Mary.

“She’s always laughing like a Hippogriff whenever a new column drops,” Sirius muttered. “Maybe too much.”

They set up an ambush outside the Herbology classroom, waiting for Mary to slip up.

After an eternity (20 minutes) of lurking in the corridor, she finally came into view.

Sirius and James leaped out from behind a suit of armor.

“Confess, Macdonald!” Sirius yelled.

Mary screamed, punched James in the stomach, and stormed off.

“…Not her,” James wheezed.

After several more failed interrogations, the case was going cold.

“We need bait,” Sirius decided. James raised an eyebrow. “Bait?”

Sirius grinned. “We stage an event! Something so ridiculous that the mystery writer has to cover it. Then, we watch to see who’s taking notes.”

James rubbed his hands together. “On Sleakeazy's Hair Potion, Pads, you're brilliant .”

Thus, the Great Staircase Incident was born.

It involved Sirius pretending to fall dramatically down three flights of stairs (which bloody hurt), James pretending to rescue him, though his acting skills were not very convincing and Peter shouting rather pathetically, “Oh no! Sirius Black has tragically lost all coordination!”

The entire school gathered to watch.

James and Sirius carefully scanned the crowd. Who was watching too closely? Who looked too interested? Sirius’s eyes locked on a familiar face.

You.

You stood near the back, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on your lips. You weren’t laughing as loudly as the others, and there was something… calculating about your expression.

Sirius nudged James. “ Mate, I have a hunch.”

James followed his gaze. “You think it’s them?”

Sirius squinted. “I don’t know… but they're suspicious.”

James smirked. “Only one way to find out.”

You were finishing the next article in an empty classroom when the door slammed shut behind you.

You jumped, quill flying from your hand and the remaining ink splattered across the wooden floor.

Sirius Black stood in the doorway, arms crossed, smirking like a mad alchemist who has just discovered a breakthrough that would put him on a chocolate frog.

“Got ya.”

Your heart pounded. “Pardon?”

He strolled toward you, eyes flicking to the parchment on your desk. The column draft written halfway done. You lunged for it- albeit a little too slow.

Sirius snatched the parchment, scanning the words. His grin widened.

“Well, well, well,” he mused. “Looks like the mystery’s solved.”

You swallowed hard. “…I have no idea what you are talking about, Black. Have the countless detentions with Filch mushed up your brain?”

Sirius tapped the parchment. “The ruse is up, Quilly, We both know that you were the one defaming me for, what, six months? Rather impressive, little feather.”

You crossed your arms. “So, what now? You're going to expose me? Hex me?”

"Oh yes, I will definitely prank you for that", he tilted his head. “Though for the second part... it depends.”

“…On?”

A slow smirk spread across his face. “On whether you let me help write the next one.” Your jaw dropped. “What?”

Sirius winked. “If I can’t beat you… I might as well join you.” And just like that, the biggest mystery at Hogwarts took an unexpected turn.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 3 days ago

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Hi! I adore your writing! Could you please write some fluff? Where either the hero or the villain has nightmares and the other takes care of them. But the one that takes care of them is actually breaking into their base to get information. And the one with the nightmares is usually super happy and doesn’t like to show their pain. I hope all of that makes sense lol! Thanks no pressure if you can’t do it or you’re busy!

The villain couldn't think of any words. Not really.

All they could do was stand there, glued to the ground. Breaking into the hero's room had been quite tricky. After all, this building was packed with security.

But now that they were here, they couldn't believe their eyes.

It was messy. Very messy. Some furniture was simply destroyed - a table was split into two, as if the hero had punched through it. The shards of a vase were discarded on the ground and above all that: paper. A lot of paper.

The villain suspected the hero had thrown several files to the ground and the many pages had simply spread through the whole room.

They dared to look at the hero. The very same hero that turned away and clenched their fists.

"How did you...?" the hero began. Their voice was anything but stable, anything but usually cheery. "...ah, nevermind."

"I disabled the security system for a while," the villain said. Their voice was quiet and they were debating if they should throw themselves out of a window. The discomfort of the entire situation was crushing them. They shouldn't have been here.

They took in a deep breath and took another look at the hero.

Whatever had happened, the hero seemed to be another person entirely. They were distant, so very distant.

It wasn't like their relationship had the deepest connection. The villain was more of an inconvenience to the hero, they supposed. A fun obstacle they liked to taunt. But still...the villain had never thought the hero to be capable of destroying their room like this.

Maybe it hadn't been the hero after all. Maybe another hero?

The villain's eyes narrowed.

"You're bleeding," they said. The hero didn't turn around, but they did look at their knuckles. They let their arm drop as if it was nothing.

"I don't have any valuables here, so if you want to steal something, you should..."

"What is going on?"

The hero was rational, even though they were coming across as playful most of the time. The hero was smart, they were in control of their emotions.

But this?

The hero squeezed their eyes shut and leaned against the wall.

"I'm not sure you're the right person to talk to."

"Oh."

Technically, the hero was right. It still stung a little, though.

They exchanged looks.

"But...do you know that feeling of healing horridly?" They looked at the ground and the villain wasn't quite sure if the moonlight illuminated their nemesis or an angel. What a horrible feeling. What a horrible pain in their chest.

Was it normal to feel this distraught? At the sight of someone they were supposed to loathe being this hurt?

"Do you mean not getting over something?"

"...not exactly. I..." They let their lashes flutter and the villain feared they were seeing tears in their eyes. "I've been working through some stuff. Things from my childhood, past relationships, my work...you know, stuff like that. And I'm trying really hard to heal. And not to turn bitter. I'm trying not to let it hurt so much. But...I think I can't. I feel like, even if my wounds do heal, the scars will spoil me forever."

The villain didn't know what the hero was talking about. Hell, they couldn't even relate to it. They had never given themselves enough time to think about healing. Most of the time, they pushed everything away that hurt and moved on.

"I feel like it stains, it's like blood that I can't wash off my hands. And it makes me so incredibly ugly, it makes me so sick. I have nightmares and I...I..." And there it was. A simple sob the hero didn't manage to swallow. They covered their mouth with their hand, turned away.

And for some reason, for some strange reason, the villain walked over to them, pulling them close. They hugged the hero, embraced them as if they were the only two people in the world and let the hero sob, soaking the villain's uniform in tears.

"I understand," the villain whispered. They tried to sound as soft as possible. This wasn't exactly their field of expertise, not by a long shot, but they knew what it was like to pretend. To doubt. To fail. "It won't be like this forever, I promise. It will fade."

"It won't go away, though, it will always be there. It will always-"

"It will fade," the villain repeated. They brushed some tears out of the hero's sight. "And one day, you won't notice it anymore. You won't think about it."

They took the hero's hand.

"I don't know what you are going through right now, but I know that you are strong and capable. You can beat this."

Suddenly, the hero pulled them closer again, pressed their face against the villain's shoulder. They didn't say anything and the villain thought they themselves couldn't come up with anything better. So, they just held onto the hero and waited until their nemesis calmed down.

Eventually, the hero leaned against them. Their voice was quiet.

"...I know I have no right to ask this and you can decline, of course. But could you stay a few hours?"

The villain felt their cheeks burn.

"Yes. I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone right now anyway." They pulled the hero a bit closer again. "But I am going to take care of your knuckles first."

In the end, the villain fell asleep next to the hero, despite their best efforts to stay awake.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #an answer for an ask #request

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thesensteawitch · 2 days ago

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A L♡VE Reading You'll Never Forget 🕊️🤍

(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2

Pile 3, Pile 4)

Pick A Pile Reading

Hey, my lovely Senstea Souls!🥹🫶🏻 It took me a lottttttttt of time to write this reading for you. So stick till the end. This reading is divided into 4 parts:

- Your Past Lives Love Energy

- Your Present Life Love Energy

- Your Future Life Love Energy

- Yes OR No Question (Think of a Yes or No Question after picking your pile that will be answered in the end.)

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Pile 1

Your Past Lives Love Energy

As I am starting this reading, it's 1:23. I see the energy of multiple suitors/lovers in your reading. Maybe because we are tapping into your past lives, that's why so many energies are desperate to be seen. And perhaps that was exactly the case with you. So many people wanted your attention, and you did show them affection, but they all weren't a perfect match. The suitors you came across weren't the first time you met them. You knew them, again, from another lifetime. No heart dares to sync with another if not already carrying an unfinished story. These stories were desperate to find their climax (good or bad doesn't matter). But it wasn't about them; it was about you. Your life looked really fun from the outside. Anyone who would witness your life would think that you've got everything. Deep down you were very intelligent, fair, and even intuitive, but when it came to expressing what's there in your heart, you could only express it in tears. No word made sense to you, and these cycles kept repeating, and love remained a fantasy between many choices you had.

Moving on was a task you would dedicate to a single lifetime. It was enormously challenging for you to not see the beauty in another, and hence, you found it terribly difficult to let go. You're from that era where Katherine Pierce once innocently said, “If we cease to believe in love, why would we want to live?” Don't get me wrong, fairytale love is real, but if it's a fantasy of your mind or if it's really happening in reality for you, it's something you need discernment to understand. Your soul has crossed paths with many lovers looking for justice in love without realizing that it's you who must do justice to yourself first. You ask me how? By speaking up. By learning how to communicate the depth you feel in your heart, because the more you would have spoken, the easier it could have been for you to see the truth and let go.

Your Present Life Love Energy

All the hard work that you avoided in previous lifetimes has joined hands with your fate to fall upon you in this lifetime. Fate hasn't been all cruel to you in this lifetime but has helped you by igniting the curiosity within you to understand human psychology and even relationship dynamics. You may be a keen reader in this lifetime or someone who loves to gather information on different subjects. In this lifetime you're very sensitive and a good listener. With age, your intuition is only going to get stronger. There's something about scents too. Either you smell really good or you've got a strong memory attached to different scents. Try smelling different fragrances, and you'll be taken back in time. Currently in your love life you're learning a major lesson about being patient because you're doing the healing work you avoided in your past. The divine asks you to not develop pride while waiting for the one because you may end up feeling that you don't need anyone at all. Do you see the polarity? Your soul has been so tired looking for love that now, when it's finally being forced to heal and is realizing the magic of healing, you may end up feeling you don't need anyone at all. If you look from a healthy point of view, then you do need someone. And deep down you still do; it's just your ego trying to protect you from going through the same painful cycle again. Heal that ego too. Currently I see karma being balanced in your love life. You and those you crossed paths with are receiving what they have sown. The justice you once sought is happening behind the scenes while you're healing and learning to surrender. Currently where you're at in your love life isn't easy, and it even makes you furious at times, but in the end, it's going to be worth it. All the innocence that you lost is going to come back to you. I don't know why I keep seeing Katherine Pierce from Vampire Diaries in my mind. She too lost her innocence believing that love is everything and ended up running from it eventually. The sun is shining so bright while I'm writing this, and you also have the sun card in the end with the 10 of cups on the bottom. The color yellow is very prominent in your reading. Maybe the song “Yellow” has some messages for your current reality. Rainbows and angels are also very significant. Why do I feel like you've been looking for a lover that divine promise you'll find in this realm? And it's been lifetimes. Tiring, isn't it? You're so innocent by heart, pile 1. Did God tell you that first you'll have to go through these trials and learn a few lessons? Stubborn child, you don't listen either, but now you're listening attentively. If God would have told you what you would have to go through to unite with your person, you would have never taken on this long journey.

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Pile 2

Your Past Lives Love Energy

In your past life, I see a betrayal in your married life. Now either you betrayed or you were betrayed; take it how it resonates because this same energy may have been carried in this lifetime as well. Nevertheless, let's look into your past lives first. Ah! Now I get it. In every lifetime, you two are fated to meet to heal this wound of betrayal. But you don't heal or forgive or choose self-love but rather keep betraying one another in every lifetime. In one lifetime you betrayed this person, and then in another they betrayed you. This way the roles just kept reversing. I feel that your ego was too big to accept your mistake in your past lives. Divine was testing your commitment to your self-respect, but again, in another lifetime, you chose this person. You and your person were a mirror to each other. You were so similar yet so different. You two were meant to heal in separation, but you chose to get married. I see this energy of young love. I literally heard, “'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love. Not knowing what it was...” This love was naive but full of passion. You both never dared to understand the depth of true love but mistook love for passion and adventure. And as you both grew up, all those dreams felt like mere fantasy, where love that could have bloomed into something more suffocated between ego and otherworldly responsibilities. And one of them was your kids. After having kids, both of your lives changed, and even the passion was lost in your connection. I also see that you or your partner wanted a baby boy or girl, but the gender wasn't what he/she expected. Another reason for conflict in your connection. It's also possible that you had to marry because you or your person got pregnant before marriage. Many red flags were overlooked in this connection because you both married young or were young at heart/not much experienced in love. I am also sensing that you both were somewhat religious or spiritual in previous lifetimes. Maybe your marriages were even fixed when you were kids because of similar backgrounds or beliefs, but as you grew up and gained maturity, you realized that what you two had was everything but love.

Your Present Life Love Energy

In your present life the divine is giving you a chance to let go of a karmic connection present in your life. Whenever you try to move on, this person appears. I feel you both have an unhealthy attachment to each other. I also see hidden love. You or your partner are in love with someone else but still can't let go of this past connection. This cycle just keeps on repeating. No matter how much one invests in this connection, it just never blooms. Again, as I said, there's passion, attraction, but no love. Literally no cups card came out this time, which shows emotions. Only security, a false sense of safety, and undeniable attraction toward each other. Whatever this is, it's not good. The universe is nudging you to take the first step and get yourself out of this connection. Don't wait for the other person to end this connection or just because they come back doesn't mean it's meant to be. In this lifetime, this cycle must end. The card at the bottom of my oracle literally says, “Don't let your past hold you back.”

Your aura has been affected by this connection immensely. Both of you feel like you're not good enough. You've spent so many lifetimes with this person that you don't believe that there's a higher form of love out there for you. So you both just keep settling for each other. If you've been seeing too many angel numbers or signs regarding this person, then the universe is pushing you to let go. You need to cut through the illusion. You both can only heal in separation. I don't know who is reading this, but I feel that the masculine tries to move on, but the feminine keeps coming back in this lifetime. I also heard, “No matter how much is given to the other person, the greed never ends!”

Even in this lifetime you've got similar beliefs. For some good reason, you both are being given strength by the divine to overcome the challenges and let go of this connection. The end of this connection must happen for your new lives to begin otherwise this will just keep on going. One of you is really desperate. This person can't let go at all. Even I feel exhausted with this energy. I hear, “I really thought you were on my side, but now there's nobody by my side. I need you, I need you, I need you right now. So don't let me, don't let me, don't let me down. I think I'm losing my mind now.” One of you just keeps making up fake scenarios in your head.

Pile 3

Your Past Lives Love Energy

Your love story begins beautifully but later turns into a war. I heard that you were sold a lie. You were just not betrayed by your person but by many people from your life. They all lied to you about something, and you got played. The responsibility of your relationship was solely carried by you. You were sold dreams that became your worst nightmares. And your person? They were nowhere to be found. You can't even find them in this reading. This is a mess. It can even trigger you, so please read further at your own risk. I will try to be as gentle as possible. You're safe with me, but you can have your own shortcomings, so I'm not going to force you to read further. But if you know you've got the strength to read further, then let's move forward. Some of you were even made to marry multiple partners. This literally destroyed your mental health and sacral chakra. If in this lifetime you often get severe headaches or pain in your lower abdomen, it can be due to this past life energy. Your sacral, third eye, and crown chakras may need healing. It's also possible that in many lifetimes you were tricked into marrying someone or being with someone who wasn't a good match for you. You were kind to everybody, but nobody was kind to you. People took advantage of your kindness. They always had an ulterior motive with you. This has happened to you many times in different lives.

Let's understand why this happened with you. All these people saw your light and were energy vampires. You were too innocent to help yourself or truly see the mask that they were wearing. There was something special about you, and somehow being near you triggered their shadow sides. That's why they did wrong to you. People were drawn to your aura like a moth to a flame. You always had ego clashes with your loved ones. You were the black sheep of your family with no help to understand how to release the heavy energies you were taking on from others'. You've overgiven in love. Your love language was acts of service. You were so devoted that even on your deathbed you would make a cup of coffee for your lover. For some reason I feel I'm looking into your recent past life because I feel something happened even before this. There must be a reason for why all of this happened to you. Opposite genders were highly attracted to you, but no one was in love with you. It's possible that you may have your Venus in the first, sixth, or eighth house. It's also possible you may have Taurus in any of these houses. A lot was taken away from you in your past lives when it comes to love, and yet you still believed in love because your soul knew that love exists. In past lives your love life was no less than a horror movie. But after this, in your present birth, something changes.

Your Present Life Love Energy

Your cards are already so excited to come out. This life is full of wisdom and clarity for you. Your painful past has led to spiritual awakenings in this lifetime. Even in this lifetime, you ended up manifesting similar connections as you were heavily carrying the energy of your past life, but you had divine's full support in helping you come out of the past trauma. Divine has intervened so many times. I also heard, “You're an angel in the shape of my mom. When God takes you back, say hallelujah.” In this lifetime, love means God to you. That's going to be your first definition of love. I already hear your child being so grateful for your existence in the future. I know we are looking at the present, but this message wanted to come forward. I feel you have met many karmic partners even in this lifetime. These could have been really short-term connections because God didn't allow them to be dragged longer. Because this lifetime is all about awakening you to the truth. The more you understand the divine, the more you understand yourself and your past connections. You've gained so much wisdom when it comes to relationships that you can now even guide others.

Currently I do see a blockage in your life to manifest your true love. But there's nothing to worry about, as this blockage is going to soon be illuminated to you. Very soon I see you meeting your true love. One last shadow needs to be dealt with, and this has something to do with your thought patterns. I feel that sometimes you don't believe that the best can unfold for you in your love life. You know that true love exists, but you don't know what it feels like, which is why you can't manifest it. Ah! Okay! Now I get it, pile 3. You are not supposed to think or visualize about your love life at all because somewhere you end up visualizing something that used to happen in your previous connection. If you don't know what divine love or true love feels like, then how can you visualize it? You can't visualize something you've never experienced or even witnessed in your surroundings. You're being guided to only ask the divine to show you or make you feel how the world would look when you're with your true love. And you'll see the physical manifestation of it. Currently you must be noticing love around you, and it makes you think, “Oh, I've been through all this. There's nothing divine about it.” Don't visualize, please, pile 3. God listens to you. Ask God to show you, and I can assure you that you will see a totally different world around you.

You're very close to meeting your person; just don't become too critical of them when you meet them, as you may end up doing that. Because I do see this pile has healed themselves a lot, but this can make you overly critical of others. If there's anything at pause in your life, then it's your love life. But the energy is gaining momentum, and very soon you'll meet your person. Also, I do see someone from the past is still in your energy, and they may show up again. This is going to be your final test before you unite with someone God sends.

Pile 4

Your Past Lives Love Energy

Oh my pile 4. You've had so little time for love in your past lifetimes. You were so busy making the ends meet that you never truly got lucky enough to experience true love. You tried to understand love, maybe wrote something on it, but it was filled with sorrow. When people read your words, they cried because they could feel your pain, your loneliness. Your work life brought a lot of success to you but no love. Also, as you tried to understand love intellectually, you could never truly listen to the divine's wisdom on love. All your written work or spoken word had a spark of intelligence but no wisdom. You invested in the wrong relationships in some lifetimes because you were so disconnected from your intuition. In one life you lived a complete life where you had a family, money, kids, and pets, but again, no love. In this particular lifetime, I'm seeing you as a woman. After many lifetimes, your soul wondered what was it really missing to see? What was it doing wrong? It again came back to earth to learn its lesson on love, and yet again it failed. In every lifetime you've experienced all sorts of relationships and yet couldn't find love. In every lifetime, your soul challenged itself and had a relationship totally different from its previous lifetime. You had a limited approach toward love despite investing in a different relationship in a different lifetime. God, pile 4, you were just missing opening yourself up to the infiniteness of this universe. You didn't allow yourself to let go of control for once and let the divine take care of your love life. You were hell-bent on solving this mystery with your limited perception.

But one thing is something that I'm sure of is that in every lifetime you found something new about love, and it brought you one step closer to your destiny: to truly understand love. Some of you even recklessly left for Paris only to understand love. You were very clever in your past lifetimes and thought that love was a competition. You wanted to show the world that somehow your love story is the greatest of all time or better than everyone else's. This may even have led to a downfall of your relationship with your partner. Pile 4, this part of your reading is making me laugh. I mean, your pursuit to understand love is adorable. I heard, “You just want attention; you don't want my heart.” I feel like you've written such long paragraphs on betrayals while you've never been betrayed. You've forced yourself to feel all kinds of love. My God! There should be a movie made on this storyline. It's like your partner didn't even do anything, and you made it a situation overly dramatic only to write something on it later. Hahaha, omg!

Your Present Life Love Energy

In this lifetime you're very conflicted on what you really think of love. If someone asks you what you think of love, you either end up getting into an argument with that person or you just surrender and leave the room. You feel like you know what love means, and yet you're confused. You intellectually know so much, but you don't feel that you can define love in one statement that can fit in every situation. Your one argument contradicts the other. You feel like love is a battle that needs to be won. But all you seek is peace. You're finding it difficult to keep your cool or be patient. I feel even self-love is something you're only intellectually aware of. Your soul is finding it difficult to understand its purpose in this lifetime. Some of you may even be good at psychology but bad at feeling things deeply. Surrender is something that you don't know how to do. Only taking action towards self love is going to bring some changes in your love life. It's also possible that your sun may be weakly placed or debilitated in your chart (sun in Libra). I feel in this lifetime your thoughts never match with your partner. You come off as intellectual, and love needs emotions.

The divine doesn't want you to give up on your pursuit of understanding love at all, though. But I do see the need for you to read some spiritual books and ask God to show you what divine love looks like. I do see change happening in your love life, and this is only possible with the divine's help. At present nothing is certain in your love life, but if you make some adjustments within yourself, you'll see some shifts. To get closer to God, you need to understand how to contact God first. Meditation is another way. I do see that you have this desire to come out of your mental limitations and surrender to the unknown and experience the true bliss of love. You are very good with words, but love isn't words. Those who can't speak still love. How? Those who can't hear, speak, or see still love. What's love really? You're very close to meeting someone who is going to be the love you've been craving for in all these lifetimes. But it's only possible if you're willing to see your limitations and let God do the magic. Now you'll say, “Oh, but I'm not stopping God from sprinkling some magic on me!” Well, you are. You're not an empty vessel through which God can speak. Remember in your previous lifetimes? You could speak every language of love, and yet they all were missing the magic. You need God to speak through you.

You need to tell the story of your life to the world, remember?

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dfstolenart · 3 days ago

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Breach pt. II | Criminal Minds

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. Spencer Reid xBAU! Reader .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Pt. I

Summary: Where Reader gets kidnapped with Aaron Hotchner and forced to do things that puts them in an uncomfortable position, and Dr. Spencer Reid is determined to help reader get back to a new normal.

A/N: this is my first time writing for CM I'm in the early seasons so l'm not too familiar with these characters yet but thought of this plot. I also am not familiar with tumbler so Please leave any suggestions! I am trying my best thank you!! Semi-proof read!| kind of a long chapter, sorry for the wait! Let me know what you think pls!!

Tags: un-established relationship, early season Reid, newly divorced Hotchner, mentions of SA, mentions of drug abuse, kidnapping, and death <- [warnings]

It’s been three weeks since you and the BAU team returned to Quantico after the kidnapping, but only two since you took leave at Aaron Hotchners request

Now the night before your return back to work you sat on your living room floor with a glass of wine by your side and sticky notes

“Pros” and “cons”

There were so many pros: The people that had become your new found family, Dream job, and being able to help families looking for answers.

You did so much to get to where you are so why were you so willing to throw it all away?

There weren't many downsides, aside from the high risk of getting shot, or the possible kidnappings—but you knew those were all possibilities when you joined the team. You just never thought it would've happened to you, especially so early on in your career.

You threw your head back and shut your eyes trying your best to not let the tears roll down your face

You didn’t want to leave. You knew that, but the truth was you were scared to go back. Scared to take on another case. You loved your job, but you couldn't be a profiler if you were afraid of it.

For the past two weeks you've been home mentally recovering you never thought it would lead to you questioning whether you wanted to go back. Especially since you never wanted to leave in the first place you just didn't want to argue with Hotch but looking back you realized how badly you needed to get out of there you were sinking…

~ 3 weeks prior ~

You walked into the bullpen with your head down trying to go unnoticed as you made your way to your desk. It was the first day back in Quantico and everyone on the floor was well aware of what happened back in Phoenix.

You were running on two hours of sleep, the dark circles around your eyes bleeding through your makeup, you look rough.

“Crazy morning huh?” Morgan asked as he looked at you smiling “um yeah.” you kept it short and focused your attention on your computer just wanting to hurry up and file your papers for the day

He didn't say much after that. As the day went on the change in your behavior had become clear to everyone. Your silence, staying at your desk, and the uneasy look on your face.

“Hey, you alright?” Spencer asked as he stood in front of your working area, you looked up at him and back to your computer “I’m good.” You assured him

He furrowed his eyebrows and sucked in his lips “right… well JJ, Emily, Derek, Penelope, and I were planning on heading out for lunch if you’d like to join us. It’s this new restaurant down the street.” Reid told you hoping you’d take him up on his offer

“Uh no I think I’m sitting this one out, I packed lunch. Have fun though.” You tell him as you stood up from your desk and walked off

“We’d really love it if you joined.” He continued as he followed you to wherever you were going “Reid, are you going to follow me into the restroom?” You question as you stopped by the woman’s door

“Oh uh no.” He nervously said “go to lunch without me, have fun okay?” You say giving him a small smile as you entered the restroom

Once you were done with your business you seen the floor was a bit more empty seemed like everyone wanted to go out for lunch today

You made your way to the lunch room and opened up the fridge grabbing your bag “So where are we eating at today?” Reid asked, you turned around quickly not expecting him to be there

“Jeez Reid, you scared me.” You scold him “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He tells you with serious guilt in his voice “it’s fine.” You walk towards the door but stop before fully exiting

“I’m eating in my car, if you’d like to join.” You say turning back to look at him, a smile quickly appeared on his face “Yeah, of course.”

The both of you made your way to your vehicle and set up your lunches, there was no conversation at first just the sound of faint music playing in the background

Dreams by The Cranberries

You ate your food trying your best not to be messy since you had company but he made you nervous especially with him staring intently at you

“Why are you staring?” You ask finally getting bothered enough by it to confront him “Don’t be profiling me.” You warned “no, I’m not.” He says “I’m just wondering about you.”

You give him a confused expression and put your fork into your bowl turning your whole body to give him your full attention so he can continue

“You’ve just been distant today.” He tells, he looked genuinely concerned

A sigh left your mouth “I’m not being distant. I’m with you.” You say and look out your window for a split second “only because I’m not letting you.” He matter of factly says “the others, they want to help you. They’re just scared.”

“I don’t need help, im an adult I’m capable of taking care of myself. Thank you though.” You state and go back to eating your food

He paused for a moment processing your words

“I know you’re capable. It just wouldn’t hurt to receive support. You know, statistically people who accept help recover faster from traumatic events. That’s not me saying you can’t handle this it’s just me reminding you that you don’t have to do it alone.” He explains as he stares deeply into your eyes

You bit your lip and nodded “Thank you Spencer.” he smiled and gently squeezed your hand, you weren’t prepared for his sudden touch so you quickly pulled back and looked out the window

“Uh, I think lunch is over.” You awkwardly say as you seen the team heading into the building “oh, yeah. Seems like it.” He replies with regret in his tone

You felt bad, you know you made him feel horrible with pulling away from him like that but it was unexpected and you just didn’t feel comfortable.

The two of you exited your car and made your way to the stairs and onto your floor, he walked you to your desk that wasn't to far from his “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Of course.” you smiled and sat down on your chair watching as he walked away

During the middle of the week, you had only gotten worse. You ran on no hours of sleep and became easily irritable. You weren't even eating, you continued to skip out on lunches and even accidently went off on Spencer telling him to give you space

Everyone was worried for you, they could see you slowly start to become someone you weren’t so the following Friday morning Hotch had asked you to meet him in his office.

You were Scared and nervous hoping it wasn’t to talk about what had happened to you guys, you weren’t ready to talk to him about it and you weren’t sure if you ever will be

“Goodmorning.” You say as you entered his office, he looked up at you and put down the papers he was going over “morning.” He responded and directed you to take a seat in front of him

Your heart started racing, and your fingers felt sweaty

You weren’t sure how you were gonna make eye contact with him, you couldn’t. You didn’t even want Hotch staring at you, it all took you back.

You stared around his office looking at every item in the room, there was a lot to look at.

“Agent, I brought you in here because I have been noticing changes in your behavior.” He explains. Your eyes dart to him “Is it Reid? Is he asking you to talk to me?” you question in a defensive tone, why would Reid do this to you?

“What? No. This is just from me but I don't doubt others haven’t noticed your behavior. Its not normal.” He tells you “how can I be normal?” You asked

His body and face softened once that question left your mouth, you sounded genuinely confused and hopeless. How could everything be the same? You couldn’t see the light.

Hotch sighed and rubbed his face upset seeing you go through so much stress and not wanting to reach out to those around you who cared for you

“I-I don’t know.” He responded truthfully “But what I do know is that not talking to anyone and denying help is all only going to make things worse for yourself.”

You slowly nodded biting the inside of your cheek and your gaze flickering down to look at your shoes

“Trust me.” He said and you thought back to when he was getting a divorce, he didn’t tell anyone. The only reason why it was found out was because he had gotten served in front of you and the team late one night in the office

Slowly after that night though he had become a bit open talking to mainly David and Spencer about what he was going through but he did look less tense after having people to confide in

“Okay.” You say understanding what he was saying to you “with that being said, I think it’s important for you to take leave. Have time for yourself.”

You look at him leaning back recoiling from what he just told you “no, it’s fine. I’ll do better here.” You responded but he shook his head “I’m not asking.”

You took a sharp breath in “Okay…thanks.” And with that you made your way out of his office and went to your desk collecting your items

“Where you headin’ to?” Morgan asked as you passed by him “Home. I’m taking a break.” You say “oh”

The first week of your leave, you spiraled bad.

You were left with your thoughts and though you knew you didn’t have to be, your mind didn’t let you reach out to anyone. You didn’t know it then but going in to work that week was easy, it was being home that was the hardest on you.

At work there was distractions, and at least able to see see people even though you didn’t really talk to them but now it was just you and the four white walls.

It was a Monday night only three days into your leave and you were laid on your couch blanket on you staring at the ceiling as tears streamed down your cheeks, there was a movie playing in the background but you paid it no mind

You wanted to feel different, and wanted to figure out a way to forget what happened but your mind didn’t want to let it go just yet

You took deep breaths trying to calm down but it just wasn’t working, you felt like you were gonna explode that was until a sing song knock was heard coming from your front door

You sit up and look at it “Anyone home?“ the guy behind the door asked you sighed and debated to just be quite and wait for him to leave “I know you’re home..”

Damn

You got up from your couch and made your way to the kitchen splashing your face with cold water then found your way to the front door opening it slowly

“Hey” Spencer said and quickly noticed the stained tear trails on your face “hi” you said and looked down seeing he had a take out bag

“Come in.” You say and opened the door wide “sorry it’s a mess, I would’ve cleaned if I knew you were going to be coming over.” You embarrassingly say as you do your best to try to clean up a bit

“No no it’s okay, my home is like way more messier. It’s disgusting actually.” He reassures you with a slight laughter to his tone but you knew he was only trying to make you feel better because there was no way in hell Dr. Spencer Reid will let his home get disgustingly dirty but it was nice he’d lie

“I wanted to drop this off.” He gestured to the bag in his hand lifting it up a bit “JJ told me it was one of your favorite restaurants so I decided why not come see you and bring a little gift.”

“Oh Spence, that’s really sweet.” You smiled “how much? I can repay you.”

He looked immediately taken aback by what you said and shook his head “What? No. Don’t do that.”

“Spencer, please.” You beg feeling uncomfortable that he’d go out of his way to do something like this “No, how about you just let me eat here with you.” He suggested as a form of payment

You chuckled and agreed “Fine but no picking at my food.” You warned him “Fine with me.”

You grabbed the bag from him and laid it on your table going through the food and sorting it out “We can eat on my couch.” You suggest

Knowing Spencer that was probably a crazy idea to him, he probably ate on his table when he was able too “oh yeah.” He said and followed you to your big comfortable couch

“So how have you been?” He asks after a while of watching whatever it was that you had on the T.V

“Oh erm good, yeah.” You nodded smiling at him

“You know, most people think they’re better at hiding things than they actually are. But facial microexpressions like the way your smile doesn't reach your eyes, or the way you tense your shoulders when you think no one’s looking those are hard to control.” he informs you

You look at him confused as to why he would throw that random fact at you “If you haven't been doing good, it's alright. I-i don't mean to pry but I want you to be able to tell me things.”

You look away from him and set your food down on the coffee table not having much of an appetite anymore “i’m sorry. I just wanted you to know.” he tells you

You squeeze your eyes closed trying to stop from letting all the emotions out but it only makes everything worse because the next thing you know your chest tightened and each inhale felt shallow and sharp your heart feeling as if it was slamming against your ribs too fast, too erratic like it was needing an escape.

“Hey, hey its okay.” Spencer says quickly getting up from the couch and centering himself in front of you kneeling down to your level “Just breathe.” he grabbed your hand laying it on his heart

“Focus on my heartbeat.” he instructed “in and out.”

And that is what you did, you held onto him focusing on his breathing, he made sure to hold deep eye contact with you and laid his hand over yours to comfort you

Once you were calmed down you finally had let go of him “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why that happened.” You apologized “Don’t be.” He says

You felt bad having Spencer see you like this, you didn’t want him to think of you as fragile

“Spencer, I—I know, okay? I know there are people who care about me, who want to help. I just… I can’t. I can't talk about it. Not yet.” You say, your voice unsteady

He looks at you, his eyes filled with a quiet sadness like if he’s carrying the weight of your pain with you

“That’s okay, you don’t have to talk before you’re ready. But when the time comes whether it be tomorrow, next week, or years from now. I’ll be here. You don't have to carry it alone.” he softly said

“I don't know how to not push people away.” you admit to him “I don't come from a family that helps each other out, or comforts each other.” you shook your head remembering all the times you were left alone at the end of the day comforting and consoling yourself

“Let me help you then.” he pleaded and reached his hand out for you, and by your own surprise you took it “I just want everything to be normal again, I want to be normal. I'm scared spencer, nothings ever going to be the same.” you sniffled as you squeezed his hand

“It wont.” he truthfully said “Normal isnt a fixed thing. It shifts, its adapts. One day you’ll find a version of it that’ll feel okay. Maybe not today or tomorrow but you will.” he continued

“Yeah, I know. Its just so hard to see right now.” you muttered “I understand.” he acknowledged

You stared at him seeing that it looked like he wanted to say something but was holding back or thinking against it “what is it?” You questioned

“I know how it feels.. to be held hostage.” He tells you and looks down “You were held hostage?” You asked

He nodded “it was a scary experience. I never spoke to anyone about it after.. not that I wanted to. I guess that’s why I feel so compelled to tell you and make sure you know how much you aren’t alone.”

“Spencer.. I am so sorry.” You whispered not wanting to ask to much about what happened not sure how comfortable he was to go into detail with you

“I was drugged, he used Dilaudid. After I was rescued I became addicted, I wasn’t myself. Didn’t tell anyone, but I-I’m sure they figured. It’s kinda hard to hide something like that y’know?”

Your eyes never left his as he dropped this news on you, you continued holding his hand and sharing expressions that let him know you were sympathizing with him.

“But the reason I’m telling you this is so you know things do get better, yeah I still think about it but not as much as before. I found a new normal, and it’s not bad.” He assured you “What should I do? How should I start?” You asked him

For once you actually felt a little bit of hope, seeing how Spencer was after his kidnapping made you feel like you can do it too, he inspired you.

“We can figure that out together.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

The following days Spencer would stop by your apartment when he was available and surprisingly he made himself available almost everyday which concerned you because working for the BAU it was rare when you were free

“Spencer you’re falling asleep, you can go home if you want to.” You tell him as you pause the movie you had put on seeing that he was slowly passing out

“Hmm? No it’s fine. We’re almost finished.” He says quickly opening his eyes you shook your head “It’s Thursday night, and you need to be awake early. Go home.” You sternly tell him

“I actually don't have work.” he admits “what? Why?” you asked confused because its hard to get a day off “I want to be with you…” he lowly said his cheeks getting flushed and he started to look nervous

“You can't call off because of me Spencer, they need you. People need you.” You tell him he nodded understanding “You need me right now, I said I’d help you and I am. You’re my focus right now.”

A small smile crept on your face you loved that he was being sweet but you still were against him doing this

“These last few days have been better with you, but that doesn’t mean you stop working. I am serious, next week you’re banned from coming here. Focus on work.” You told him

“I have a key to your apartment, I’m coming.” He protests “Yeah and I’m taking it back.” You warned him but let out a small laugh knowing you wouldn’t dare

Silence fell for a few seconds just you and Spencer stupidly smiling at each other

“So tomorrow since I have a free day, I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go out somewhere? N-not like a date just more so you can go outside.”

“Well I wasn’t expecting it to be a date anyway, but uh yeah I mean I guess we can try.” You say feeling nervous since it had been a while since you’ve left your apartment “It can be somewhere small.” He suggested sensing you were feeling a bit uneasy

“We can go to a coffee shop, there’s one not far from here with a bookstore right next door.”

“Oh, that seems fun. I’d love to go.” You smiled causing him to smile to and finally ease “Well then, I guess I’ll go. Don’t want to keep you up.” He says as he gets up from your couch

“You don’t have to leave, You’re going to come back tomorrow anyway. Why don’t you just stay the night?” You suggest “Uh yeah, yeah I can do that.” He nodded liking the idea of being here with you

“I have pajamas for you, they’re men so don’t worry.” You smiled as you made your way to your room and picked out a pair of blue pajama pants and a huge shirt

“I like sleeping in men’s pajama pants, more comfortable, and in huge shirts makes me feel like I have a blanket around me.” You state as you hand him the clothes “I was starting to think you had a boyfriend.” He joked

“no. Just me being my boyfriend.” You shrugged and let him go to the bathroom to change, while he did that you turned the TV off and grabbed blankets and a pillow for him

“This shirt, it really does feel like a blanket.” He said stepping into the living area you turned and saw him, the shirt was swallowing him not as much as it did you since he was tall but he looked a little silly

“Love the look.” you say teasing him “Styled by the best.” he shrugged

“Here are your blankets, if you need more they’re in the closet by my room door.” you point towards the closet “Thanks.” He gave you a small smile

“I sleep with my door opened, if you want I can close it.” You tell him “No, there’s no need. I just hope you don’t mind if I snore.”

You shook your head “Okay well I’ll let you rest, goodnight Spencer.” You say “Goodnight.” He replies back and with that you go off into your room, only closing the door to change but quickly opening it back up once you are done

It wasn’t hard for you to fall asleep, it actually felt easier with Spencer’s presence. You felt safe.

Later on into the night Spencer woke up to the sounds of restless murmurs at first it was barely audible but then it started to sound a bit louder

You sounded distressed and scared, your words leaving your mouth in fractured pieces.

He couldn’t bare hearing you anymore so he got up and slowly entered your room “hey, it’s alright.” He says as he sits on your side of the bed and gently shakes you awake

“Help!” You shout and jump up clenching your chest, Spencer’s hands quickly find your arms “I’m here, it’s fine.” He assures you “Oh god Spencer, I'm so sorry.” you apologize knowing you woke him up

“No, no it's fine.”

You sigh and close your eyes thankful to be awake and out of that bad nightmare you were having “Have you been having nightmares?” He curiously asks

You nodded ashamed for not telling him “Yeah, I just I try not to think about them throughout the day.” You confessed “You need to tell me these things.” He says in a serious tone causing you to look down

“I know, I’m sorry.” You apologize once again “I’ll get you some water.” He tells you and gets up heading to your kitchen and quickly comes back

“Here you go.”

You take the cup and drink the water, that dream sure made you thirsty.

“Thank you.” You whisper setting the cup down on your nightstand, you turned on your little lamp “I think I might sleep with this on.” You laughed a bit

“You don’t have to be scared.” Spencer tells you “It was just a dream, and I’m here.”

You bit your lip and before thinking you had asked him to sleep next to you “If you don’t feel comfortable, I understand.”

“No, I feel comfortable.” He quickly nodded, you opened up the sheets and patted the spot next to you, he slipped in and laid down

You turned the light off not seeing the need for it anymore, and laid down but faced him

“If I wake you up again, just pinch me or something.” You smile even though he probably couldn’t see “I’ll never.” He said

“Goodnight.. again.”

“Goodnight.”

With that you faced the other direction and slowly slipped back into sleep feeling even more safe now that he was right beside you.

The days after that night were easy on you, with Spencer with you most of the time and slowly getting you used to going places and finding things to keep your mind at ease

Even on the days where he wasn’t able to be with you, you were still doing good. He helped you figure out methods to soothe your mind like reading or trying out a new recipe

“I’m telling you Spencer this cake I made, it’s the best, and I am horrible at baking.” You laugh as you take another bite

“I’d love to try it.” He said through the phone you could tell he was smiling, he sounded happy

“You should.” You hinted at him possibly coming over later “I don’t think I’m staying late tonight. Mind if I come over with a surprise?” He asked

“A surprise?” You question as you raised your eyebrows “Yeah.” He simply said

“Alright. I like surprises.”

“Good, I’ll give you a call when I’m leaving the office.” He stated “Okay. Be safe, and have fun with your paperwork.” You tell him

“Yeah, paperwork’s always fun.” He sarcastically said

“Yeah, it is.” You replied it was obvious none of you wanted to say bye and leave the call but he had to go

“So who’s gonna end the call first?” You questioned

“You are.” He said matter of factly “I can’t.” You admitted, “Why is that?”

“I don’t want to.” you smiled and looked down at your shoes “I don't want to either.”

You sighed “Well I don’t want you getting in trouble with Hotch so I guess I’ll let you go. I’m hanging up now. Bye.” You tell him

“Bye.” He says and after a few seconds you finally end the call, you were excited he was coming back over.

Not that he left a lot, but he had spent the night at your place quite a few times after the first so when he was gone the apartment felt empty.

It was later into the day, the sun was setting and you were finishing up cleaning your tiny apartment and then all of a sudden your phone rang

“Hello”

“Hey! I’m on my way.” He said with excitement in his voice “yay, can’t wait.” You smiled “I should be home in about five minutes.”

Home. He should be home.

“N-not my home, your home. I’m sorry.” He awkwardly laughed “hey it’s alright, I’m glad you see my space as yours. It’s cool.” You assured him

He took a breath of air “alright. Be prepared for me.”

“I will.” And with that, you both said your goodbyes and you went to your kitchen to get the saved piece of cake so he could try it once he entered your home

After a few minutes, you heard your door knob jiggle meaning Spencer was here so you walked closer to the door, and to your surprise it wasn’t just him

“What.” You laugh as your coworkers made their way into your home “Oh my god hello.” You greet them each giving them a small hug

There was the whole team, to your surprise Hotch was even there.

This time you didn’t feel nervous to be around him, and although he saw you in your most vulnerable position he wasn’t there judging you, he understood why it was so hard for you in the beginning

“Welcome to my home.” You told them and gestured to the living room where they all tried to fit

After a while of catching up with everyone Derek interrupted “Okay enough with the chit chat let’s play some games.”

Everyone cheered and Spencer took out a board game, Emily had brought drinks and everyone just hung out with each other not as co-workers but as actual friends, you missed them.

It was now Friday two days before your return back to work, you were at your desk journaling writing about your week and how the team had come over quite a few times, how you even went out with them a day ago, and that you enjoyed it.

You loved having your friends near you, especially Spencer you weren’t sure where you’d be without him.

You felt bad that there wasn’t a Spencer for everyone but also extremely grateful that you at least got him “I just realized that you return on Monday. Are you excited?” Spencer asked as he walked into your room

You shut your journal and gave him your full attention turning to look at him in your chair

He had your pink apron on, and a bit of sauce on his face “are you fighting the food?” you asked walking up to him and wiping the tomato juice off

He laughed “I’m winning though.”

“Doesn't look like it”

“So, are you trying to avoid my question or did you just want to touch my face?” he questioned causing you to raise an eyebrow, he's been getting bold.

“I'm not avoiding anything. I’m excited to return,” you told him, it wasn't a lie just half the truth you were excited but you were worried

“Good. The team is excited to have you back.”

“Are you sure it’s not just you?” You asked “no it’s mainly me.” He answered smiling and looking down at you “Food is also almost ready.”

“Yay, I’m starving.”

You both walked into the kitchen and you noticed the table was set, it’s never been set. There were even flowers in the middle.

“When did you go out and get these?” You asked smelling them “When I went to the grocery store. Figured it’ll look nice.”

You nodded agreeing because they did look really nice, you also didn’t realize you had nice dinner plates. Must’ve forgotten with work.

“Have a seat, I’ll serve you first.” He pointed to the chair “Spencer no, let me serve you.” You protested making your way to him and forcing him to let go of the pasta bowl “I got it.”

He seemed reluctant but he listened “you made dinner so the least I can do is serve it to you.” You tell him as you grab his plate and neatly place the pasta, with the sauce on top, and lastly, add the meatballs.

Presentation looked nice

“Thank you.” He proudly smiled, you did the same for your plate and went back into the kitchen to grab the garlic bread “I love garlic bread.” You stated and took a seat across from him

“Okay Dr. Spencer Reid, who knew you were an excellent chef.” You gasped as the fork left your mouth his Spaghetti was phenomenal

He blushed “Well you never let me make you dinner, you could’ve found out way sooner.”

“Now you’re always making me food, this was probably a huge mistake on your end.” You inform him taking another bite

After dinner you helped Spencer clean up but it was mostly you singing to the radio and trying to get him to dance, he did eventually but looked awkward.

After cleaning you both watched a movie, your legs over his lap and his hand gently drawing circles on one leg, you knew this was a bit intimate and could be seen as not friendly but it felt nice, you loved having him all to yourself.

“Hey, you want to go lay down?” Spencer asked as he watched the way your heavy eyes kept closing “No” you protested and opened them up again

“You're falling asleep.” he laughed you sighed and sat up “I am,” you admitted and rubbed your eyes

“I wish I could stay.” he lowly said “I wish you could too, but you have a case to figure out in a different city tomorrow.” you remind him “Yeah.”

You got up from the couch and grabbed his hands pulling him up knowing he wasn't going to move himself, he’d stay there all day.

He smiled as he stood in front of you “I’ll be back.”

“I know you will, you can’t be without me.” You joked

“I can’t.” He admitted causing you to look into his eyes they were soft and full of admiration for you

Your cheeks heated up and so did his, both of your hearts pounding he grabbed a hold of your hands this time but you let go and instead wrapped your arms around his neck laying your head on his chest

His hands found your waist gently squeezing them and he rested his chin on the top of your head,!you both know this was crossing a line but so was him sleeping next to you so it wasn’t the first

The silence took over you guys, words didn’t need to be exchanged to show how you both felt for each other

“You’re making it hard for me to want to leave”

“Good.” That is all you say but you pulled away first “I’ll be here when you come back.”

He moved a strand of hair behind your ear and nodded “alright.”

“Kiss me.” You blurt out, at first his reaction was shocked and confused but then it turned into a wide smile and he did but not where you expect it to be

He laid a gentle kiss on your forehead

You closed your eyes wanting to savor this moment forever, you wish time froze.

~ Present day ~

Looking back on the last two weeks a lot has changed, and it was a good change. Possibly even better than before but you still had a dilemma which was if you were going to return to work

You sighed wishing Spencer was here to help guide you or even just to tell you what to do, he knew you best and you trusted he’d make the right decision for you.

A few seconds passed, and as if your wish had been granted, your front door opened. The man you needed so badly right now stepped in

“You’re back.” You said making your way toward him “I caught the fastest flight back here.” He told you “the others aren’t back?”

He shook his head “They will be tomorrow morning, I just needed to be here.”

You smiled “I’m glad.”

He watched you but his eyes trailed to your living room seeing the sticky notes “what is that for?” He questioned you bit your lip nervous to tell him what you’ve been contemplating

“Spencer, I’m not sure if I want to go back.” You admit to him he nods understanding “Whatever you decide, I’m right here.” He assured you as he grabbed your hand

“Thank you.” You say. . .

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

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