#and my step dad always whistles for my mom

[ghastlybirdie]

John Price is, of course, the husband that has a special whistle just for you

Did he lose you in a store or needs to get your attention? He whistles in the way meant for only you

Only needs to do it once till you’re bounding the corner seconds later and going straight to him, no detours, smiling at him just the way he likes

It’s worked on day one and knew from then that you were his

[floralmystic]

trick or treat!!

Omg! I love your costume. No other trick or treaters came tonight so you can have the candy I got.

I also have some toys you can choose from :)

[ma1dita]

bedtime stories

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: bitch this was supposed to be a blurb. 2.4k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don't mind at all. You won’t admit a lot of things to Luke Castellan, but perhaps he knows something you don’t. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

warnings: none, banter and fluff on a night shift

a/n: Introducing luke castellan x trouble!reader… this is just gonna be ongoing blurbs and one shots of an idea in my head (and my latest hyperfixation) reader is essentially reformed unhinged bitch now camp mom and it’s enemies to friends to lovers. Working through reading the pjo series hehe

(posted 1/16/24, beta’ed by the lovely @ttulipwritezz @mrsaluado & @lixzey thank you bunches)

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Dragging your feet across the dirt of the forest floor, you sigh to yourself in the quiet night air. It’s gonna be another long night and with the beep on your digital watch, you blearily peer at the time and sigh. Almost 11. Swaying slightly, you whistle a familiar tune as your nimble hands straighten out the deck chairs near the firepit, pick up trash to toss into the receptacle, and turn off the lights in the dining hall. All on the way to check Cabin 7, mind you, and the Apollo kids will undoubtedly loop you into singing a song with them before you shut the lights off and close the curtains.

Gods, your dad is definitely gonna hear about this in the morning.

It’s not like Mr. D ever really cares, or listens, more focused on droning on about missing his wife and playing pinochle even when you rattle off his…your to-do list for the week to keep Camp Half-Blood running and the younger demigods in mostly one piece. Honestly, he should be grateful he has you, and even if he is, he’ll never let you hear it.

At least you’re Chiron’s favorite.

A shadow passes your field of view, and before you can rub at your sleepy eyes, strong hands pin you to the side of a tree on the dirt path you were supposed to take across camp.

Sorry, let’s correct that—you’re one of Chiron’s favorites. The other all-star camper stares at you like you’re a three-headed dog under the beam of his flashlight.

“Just me, Castellan,” you grumble, a bit winded as you blink harshly at the bright light. “Still doing checks.”

“You’re losing your touch. You making a habit of going to bed late?” Luke smirks, and it’s actually annoying how he always looks like he knows something you don’t.

“You always pin campers to trees?”

“Just the pretty ones.” His smirk turns into a sly grin that makes you roll your eyes.

“Okay loser, I’ve got cabins to check,” you drone as you push off from the tree. “6 cut into my time after staying there longer than I had to. The little ones kept asking these otherworldly philosophical questions and Annabeth just laughed at me while I tried to not pluck my eyelashes out one by one.”

Your clipboard taps lightly against your hip despite the aggression in your voice and Luke laughs much like his little sister, a burst of sunlight overflowing into the dreary and mundane. Your lips quirk upward before you can stop and remind yourself of who you’re talking to. The tall boy reaches behind him to scratch the nape of his neck and sighs, sucking at his teeth.

“You’re always doing the most, huh?”

“Who else is going to, my dad? He’s probably already out like a light.” Once, you found your dad asleep at his desk after dinner, snoring loudly instead of keeping watch. You started taking more night shifts after that.

“Well, no. You know I’m here to help you, even if you’ll never admit it.” Luke extends a hand to you so it’s easier to navigate the step back onto the dirt-trodden path, but there’s no fun in that, so you hop around him and start walking away. The sound of his footsteps fall and match yours as he follows you, both in tandem like the sound of a steady heartbeat.

“The day you catch me admitting anything about you is the day the Underworld freezes over. You should know that by now.”

“Woooooow, so I don’t get a thank you for singing the Apollo kids to sleep? You should’ve seen the look on their faces when I walked in and not you. They ended the song pretty quickly after I opened my mouth to croak out a chorus,” he says, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth and nudging your side as you both laugh.

He’s a terrible singer, to be honest. Not even the Fates would’ve expected that from someone who otherwise seems like a perfect boy. Sometimes you wonder what he’s done in a past life to have it so easy–to look like he’s been chiseled by Michelangelo, have the athletic prowess of ten Spartan soldiers, and the heart of a hero only legends could get right. He’s probably the closest thing to an actual hero here at camp. You often find yourself looking at him in hopes of finding a crack in the porcelain of his perfection, but any fault of his seems to just build up his endurance in his quest for glory.

Maybe that’s why your dad doesn’t like him, his aspirations for something greater than the camp that’s kept you safe all these years, though the multiple complaints and headaches the both of you have given him as squabbling teenagers must’ve added onto that. Sometimes, though, the way he helps ease your load prods a funny feeling you do your best not to acknowledge in your stomach. Luke walks ahead shining the flashlight onto the dark path so you both don’t trip. It’s there now, at the sight of him offering an arm for you to latch onto to hop over fallen branches.

Mental note: tell the satyrs to move that in the morning.

As you hurdle over the brambles, you let go immediately after you steady your feet, moving his hand that’s holding the flashlight back towards the path with no other words. You are your father’s daughter after all, and he knows this—stubborn and your name have the same face.

Moving further towards your destination, the light reveals a teenage couple entangled within each other’s arms at the base of a tree out there for everyone to see in the moonlight.

“Jeez, guys, alright— pack it up, wrap it up! Could’ve at least found somewhere private… It’s curfew already, if I see you two again it’s a citation.”

The boy blushes and mumbles an apology to you, scurrying back to cabin 7, and you raise an eyebrow at a sheepish son of Hermes who swears they were all in their beds when he was singing to them.

“I don’t wanna go back to my cabin, all the boys are gross…” the girl whines, cheeks flushed from embarrassment as she flutters her eyelashes at you and Luke. You sigh. What has the world come to that young demigods are entrusted to the care of two people who barely consider themselves adults?

“Well, if you’re still in 11 with this one,” you simper, blatantly pointing at Luke, “I can’t blame you. He’s gross. Come by mine tomorrow and I’ll get you privacy curtains, okay? Trust me Yvonne, you don’t think boys are all that gross if you like kissing them.”

She nods, smiling charmingly at the two of you, before brushing past Luke and winking, “See you inside!”

Your head swivels to look at Luke with a coy expression, “There’s no way she’s not an Aphrodite.”

Luke huffs as he clicks his flashlight on and off. His hands are always fidgeting, always searching for something to do. He’s more like his dad than he thinks, carrying the quieter traits of quick fingers and more obvious ones like his constant search for amusement. Talking to you consistently satiates that itch.

“Aphrodite isn’t the only god that attracts attractive people, you know.”

“Oh? Do tell, because if she’s one of you, your cabin’s gonna be extra trouble,” your mouth curves into a smile, and he thinks he likes it more when you’re trying to be mean to him like this because the back and forth between you two is a comfort Luke cherishes. The words have lost their bite over the years, and there are no more cuts and bruises besides an occasional wounded ego, but it’s still entertaining, to say the least. He can’t imagine a day without hearing the teasing lilt of your voice, always easy to prod at and always wanting to have the last word.

“My dad is the god of thieves and messengers. We’re fast, smart, charming, and also good-looking. Do the math.”

“Also apparently the ones with the biggest egos, but okay.” There it is. He shoves you and you trip over your own feet falling fast.

“Hey! Jerk.”

“Definitely a daughter of Dionysus, crazy as always, and clumsy too.” Luke’s nose crinkles at the sight of your crumpled frame.

“Your hand is like the size of my face, what the fuck was I supposed to do with that?”

A fleeting thought in the back of your mind reasons that maybe violence is the answer, but he’s still not finished making fun of you even after he helps you up.

“And vulgar! What a shocker.”

“Ugh. You better hope your dad stops populating because if there’s any more that come here and act like you? I’m quitting.”

Luke watches you gaze at the heavens, probably looking for a fuck to give and he snickers at how easily you give in nowadays. Maybe he’s the one losing his touch—usually you’d put up more of a fight to argue.

“You wouldn’t. You love this job. Camp. S’why you’re not as fun anymore, Trouble.”

A noise of agreement leaves you as you glare at him and the stupid nickname back from when you used to wreak havoc just because you could, a direct juxtaposition to the honorary position you hold today. Finally following him up the front steps of Cabin 11, Luke opens the door and beckons you in, pushing at your hip with his knuckles.

Checking this place last has become a habit with Luke helping you out, and all the kids—Hermes’, minor gods’, and unclaimed, love it when you come to stop by before lights out. They especially loved the later bedtime, but hugs and cool stories from you were a close second.

“Everyone good and ready for bed in here? Sorry it took so long guys,” you say, visually scanning the perimeter and matching faces to bunks, seeing them all settled beneath their sheets, all except for one Luke Castellan. He’s still leaning against the doorframe, breath grazing your shoulder as he hands you a copy of his log from the other cabins he kindly relieved you from.

“What, no bedtime story this time?” He says through hooded eyes, and though he won’t admit it, he adores the sound of your voice. Luke does anything he can to get your attention to hear it more. It almost has a calming effect on him, and maybe it’s the fact that your dad can cause and cure madness, anxiety, and all alike, so something in him believes you do the same, powers or not. One look from him has you sputtering out snarky remarks; different strategies, same results—works every time.

“Castellan…” He grins at the look on your face, and tiny voices pop up from around the cabin, all asking for a bedtime story. Chris even starts a chant from his top bunk, making you want to hurl your clipboard at his head. Hypnos is calling your name at this point, and you’d do anything to crawl into your own safe haven in Cabin 12, but your heartstrings pull at the sight of the little ones pouting, hoping for you to tuck them in with a blanket of comforting words and stories of something more than what these walls meagerly provide. Camp Half-Blood only keeps them safe for so long, and not a lot of them make it out of here alive. You and Luke both know that being two of the oldest at camp, and his smug expression as he settles into his bed is confirmation that you’re about to give in.

“Fine. One quick story, and then everyone goes to sleep okay? Who wants to sit on the floor with me?”

You take your place sitting on the ground next to the foot of Luke’s bunk as he lays upside down on the twin-sized mattress, peering at you through one open eye as the younger children, mostly the unclaimed ones—drag their blankets and form a circle in the middle of the room, waiting patiently for you to start enchanting them with something to occupy their tired minds. Acting— that’s the gift your father had to give you; this time you decide to tell the story of Atalanta and the golden apples, how she ran from love and it still found her in the end, and how some stories can have good endings, despite what’s often found in Greek legend.

Multiple tired eyes droop closed as you finish the story and carry the ones who’ve fallen into Hypnos’ embrace back into their bunks, tucking them in with kisses on their foreheads and it leaves you with a warm feeling that will help you brave the chill on your walk back.

Admittedly, this next part is your favorite part on nights like these. The overflowing cabin of rowdy pranksters and babbling children is as quiet as the secret you hold close to your heart, tiptoeing back towards Luke’s space and draping his blanket over his muscular frame, exhausted from another day of trying to achieve greatness. Your hand brushes a dark curl away from his forehead, fingertips ghosting his pale skin like a kiss you’d never have the guts to give. With everything you have in you, you summon thoughts of serenity and peace, hoping whatever keeps him up at night lets him rest for even a few hours. You don’t pray often, finding yourself spiting your father instead of honoring him on most days, but in the dim light of Cabin 11, you find yourself making time to do so for a pain in your ass called Luke Castellan.

Perhaps he knows something you don’t after all, the crease in his forehead relaxing as you pull your fingertips away.

“Sweet dreams, angelface.”

Mental note: Put his ass to work tomorrow for falling asleep halfway through the story.

It’ll only give him another excuse to ask you to tell it again a few nights later. You find yourself not minding that, a sliver of a smile pulling at your face as you walk towards the door and shut the lights off, a sleeping son of Hermes illuminated by the gentle shine of the moon.

You’d never admit that, though.

—

“you steady me and stir me

all at once.”

-Tanya Wright

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[azzibuckets]

COMPLETE MESS [paige bueckers]

paige bueckers x teacher!oc

summary: natasha meets one of her students’ sisters, and she’s enthralled

a/n: lmk if yall want me to make more parts!

word count: 3.3k

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I stretched out my back with a groan. I loved teaching; it had been my dream job since I was a kid, but sometimes it drained the life out of my bones. Third graders could be an absolute menace, especially on days like today where they’d figured out how to make paper airplanes and had started flying them across the room, sneakily giggling whenever my back was turned.

It didn’t help that later tonight would be open house, when the families of students would come to visit the school to see for themselves what their children have been learning and working on for the past few months. The parents were always nice enough, but it was a drag having to clean up the classroom, hang up everyone’s projects, and decorate the walls and desks.

I checked my watch. Half an hour to go. I knew some eager children hauling their parents along would start arriving soon, so I smoothed down my skirt. I had to make good impressions, considering the fact that a lot of parents didn’t take me seriously because of how young I was.

Wanting to greet parents in the hallway as they entered my classroom, I stepped outside, but there must have been someone waiting directly outside the door because I heard a thump and a little “Ow!” Panicking at the idea of having just sent a little kid sprawling to the fooor in front of their parents, I rushed around the door, breathing in relief when I only saw one of my students, Drew, with no parents in sight.

“Drew, buddy,” I laughed. “What’re you doing?”

Drew pouted, trying to collect the pieces of Legos that were now scattered across the floor. “I was waiting because the door was locked and you hit me!”

I bent down and started picking up Lego pieces. “What have I told you about standing there, Drew?” I reminded him. Drew was one of my favorite students - he was hyper and often forgot about things like not standing behind the door, but he was so cheerful and positive all the time that I couldn’t help but always smile at his mischievous antics.

“I know, I just got excited! My mom and dad are coming to see my Lego project and so is my big sister!”

I ruffled his hair. “Your big sister! Woah! I would love to meet her.” I couldn’t remember her name, I think it started with a P, but Drew talked about her all the time, and I could tell that he absolutely adored her. “Where are your parents, by the way? You’re very early.”

“I made them come early,” Drew explained, finally grabbing the last Lego and dumping all the pieces unceremoniously into his backpack. “But Paige had to pee, so they went to the bathroom. I think I was supposed to wait outside for them but I wanted to come here!”

“Alright.” I got up, offering a hand to Drew, who accepted but pulled so hard he almost dragged me down again. “Come inside and sit while you wait. But don’t mess around, alright?”

Much to my surprise, Drew stayed quiet in his seat, not making any noise. I busied myself with adjusting the posters on the wall for what seemed like the hundredth time. A piece of tape had gotten loose on one of the papers, and just as I reached to fix it, the entire poster came tumbling to the ground. Signing, I bent down to pick it up.

“Damn, I could study this,” a deep voice whistled from behind me.

I immediately straightened myself, mortified. Cheeks burning, I turned around to reprimand whoever had just made a ridiculously inappropriate joke in a classroom setting, with a student sitting just feet away.

Leaning against the doorway was a blonde woman, whose hair was pulled back into a clean ponytail with shockingly no flyaways. She looked young, but was intimidatingly tall. Although she wasn’t smiling, her deep blue eyes were dancing with amusement, her slightly cocked eyebrows showing intriguement. Both hands were stuffed into the pocket of her sweatpants, her stance nonchalant. Whoever she was, she was gorgeous, with one of those faces people would pause and look back at if they passed on the street.

My mouth opened, but all semblances of what was supposed to be a lecture on respecting women faded. I didn’t know why my throat was suddenly dry, my heart suddenly pounding against my chest so hard I feared my ribs would break.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to end up saying anything, because Drew jumped up from his seat and ran to the blonde. “Miss Natasha!” he exclaimed. “Meet Paige, my sister!”

My eyebrows shot up. This was Drew’s sister? All this time, you’d been imagining a timid and sweet girl, not someone who was dressed in basically pajamas but still looked like they stepped out of a magazine.

Paige stepped closer to me, a dangerous smirk playing on the edge of her lips. “I’m Paige Bueckers,” she introduced herself. “Very nice to meet you.”

My jaw tightened. I didn’t appreciate this girl’s cocky attitude. I’ve known girls like Paige before; sexy and alluring, but with egos up their asses, who thought that they could flirt with you and do whatever they wanted because they were drop dead gorgeous. Especially considering the treatment I often faced, with fathers of my students often making suggestive remarks and creepy innuendos, causing their wives to get angry at me as if it was my fault that their husbands couldn’t stop ogling at someone twenty years younger than them. So I finally gathered my courage. “I don’t know who you think you are,” I said lowly, trying not to let Drew hear, “but you don’t get to come into my classroom and start making unseemly advancements. Especially in front of my students.”

Paige’s eyes flitted down, tracing my face and dropping for a second to my lips before slowly dragging its way down my body. She was blatantly and unashamedly undressing me with her eyes, and I almost reached for my jacket.

“Unseemly,” she echoed, nodding to herself. “Yeah. Definitely a teacher.”

I rolled my eyes, already frustrated. “Drew,” you said sweetly, bending down to look him in the eye. “Where are your parents?”

“They ran into one of his friends’ parents,” Paige responded for him. “But I’m here. Why don’t you walk me through everything, teach?”

I loathed myself for the way my heart skipped a beat at her stupid nickname. “It’s hard to walk you through Drew’s progress this trimester if you’re constantly trying to flirt with me,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

“Paige, stop making Miss Natasha mad!” Drew intervened, giving his sister a little push and running to give you a hug. You smiled gratefully at the little boy, taking delight in the way Paige’s eyes narrowed with jealousy.

“Whatever, I can be chill. But I actually wanna see the projects Drew’s been talking about, so can we get started?” The blonde asked impatiently, as if she hadn’t been the one obnoxiously flirting.

So I started showing Drew’s works that he’d created the past few months. When I got to the Lego Fortnite set he’d built, he’d started rambling about the project and going into a detailed explanation of how he built it. I could see Paige attentively listening at first, but as Drew kept talking, her attention slowly shifted to me.

“Whenever we Facetime, Drew talks about his teacher a lot,” Paige mused quietly as Drew paused his tangent to look over the set and make sure all the pieces were intact. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Her eyes darted to me again, and I wondered at how anybody ever talked to this girl with how intense her stare was.

I chewed my lip. It was always nice seeing the impact U made on your kids; it made all the hard work and tears worth it. It’s what I’ve always aimed to do - change their lives. “Thank you,” I said softly. “Same with you. Drew won’t ever shut up about you, especially at recess when the kids are playing basketball. You play, right?”

Paige’s eyes shined, a smile forming on her face. “I am. I play at UConn.”

I gaped at her. “Please don’t tell me you’re a freshman in college.” Although she had been the one making the innuendos, it still made me uncomfortable at the idea of an 18 year old even thinking about me this way.

Thankfully, Paige shook her head. “I’m 22. A senior. You?”

“I’m 24.”

Paige grinned again. “Perfect. Not too old for me then.”

I rolled my eyes, my annoyance returning. “Do you have no shame? I could have a significant other for all you’d know. I’m also your brother’s teacher.”

Paige tilted her head, studying me. “Do you have a significant other?” Her tone made it clear that she already knew the answer.

“That’s not important,” I said looking away. The corners of Paige’s lips turned upwards, and I wanted to punch the satisfaction off her face.

“I’ve actually always thought teachers were very attractive,” Paige murmured, her tone now husky. She leaned in closer to me, one hand stabilizing herself on the desk. “With their glasses and their skirts.” Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip.

“I’m not wearing glasses,” I stammered. Every cell in my body was screaming at myself to back away and create some distance between me and this random girl, but I couldn’t.

“Maybe not, but you’re wearing a skirt. Although to be honest, I’d like it better if there was nothing there at all,” she rasped. She leaned in closer, the atmosphere between us now charged, but at the same moment Drew’s parents walked in.

I immediately jumped up and stumbled backwards, humiliated at having been caught in such a position with their daughter. I chastised myself - how could I be acting so unprofessionally while on the job? We hadn’t done anything wrong, per se, but the proximity we’d been sitting in was definitely way beyond what was appropriate for a teacher and one of their students’ family members.

“Mr. and Mrs. Bueckers!” I squeaked, clearing my throat and ignoring the way Paige started smirking as she observed my awkwardness. “So nice to see you guys again!”

Bob Bueckers looked curiously between the two of us, but nonetheless he stuck out his hand and flashed a friendly smile. “Miss Natasha! How have you been?”

I re-explained to the Bueckers all of Drew’s activities and achieevments, but this time with Paige silently burning me with her relentless gaze from behind her dad and step-mom. Every time I glared at her in an effort to get her to stop, her intensity only increased. I hated how flustered she was able to make me without even saying a word, so as soon as I finished, I quickly excused myself to talk to other parents.

Somewhere in the midst of my conversations with other families, the Bueckers disappeared, and I assumed they went to visit Drew’s other teachers. I tried to get Paige out of my mind, but for the entire night her face was burned into the back of my mind, God knows why. It seemed like the longest night ever - an endless stream of parents all fighting for my attention so they could talk about their kid, combined with my short interactions from Paige earlier that night still nagging at me. Unsurprisingly, I was completely exhausted by the time open house night ended.

It was almost 10 PM when I finished cleaning and wrapping up for the night. I locked up my classroom and headed to the bathroom for a quick pit stop before leaving. As I walked past the gym, though, I swore I heard sounds filtering in from under the doors. I paused, unsure of what to do. The gym was definitely supposed to be closed by now; almost the entire school was empty and dark save a couple janitors and lingering teachers. But it was getting late, and I honestly didn’t want to have to deal with another issue. Besides, I wasn’t sure if I even heard a noise.

So I turned around and kept walking, until a loud giggle followed by a “Shhh!” turned my feet right back. Marching to the front entrance, I tried to open the doors, but was met with resistance. Huffing, I pushed harder, but whoever was on the other end was strong. I gave one last push before jogging to the side entrance. This time, the door opened with ease, showing a completely empty gym - except for a familiar blonde woman and one of your students leaning against the doors at the front entrance.

Heat flooded your cheeks, and this time it wasn’t from embarrassment, but from anger. “Are you serious right now?” I stomped aggressively towards the two culprits, both of whom looked like guilty children that’d just been caught eating chocolate in the middle of the night - except one was a 22 year old college student who definitely knew better. “I cannot believe this is real right now.” I ran your head through my hair, my voice shocked with disbelief. “How did you even get in here?” I looked around, realizing that there had to be at least 20 basketballs scattered across the floor of the gym. “And where did all these balls come from?”

Paige scratched the back of her neck, sheepishness on her face. “Uh, we might’ve found a way to get into the storage room.”

“How did you even get inside the gym in the first place?” You shrieked, trying not to lose full control over yourself.

Paige winced. “I might’ve taught Drew how to pick locks? And he was trying to show me how much he’s been practicing.” She looked over at her little brother in desperation, who in turn ran behind her and started hiding behind her legs. “I mean, I didn’t think he’d actually be able to unlock the gym when he started showing me!” Paige justified. “But then he unlocked it and then I saw the court and I couldn’t not get a few hoops in.” She trailed off at that last part, slowly realizing how ridiculous she sounded.

“Oh my god.” I started frantically running around, chucking basketballs into the cart. “Never in my two years of teaching have I seen such unapologetic inappropriate behavior.” I turned around and jabbed a finger in Paige’s direction, my chest heaving with exertment. “You are single handedly worse than my entire class of third graders combined.”

Paige’s mouth dropped open. “Hey! This was Drew’s idea!”

“Paigeeee!” Drew whined, cowering further behind his older sister.

After collecting several more balls, I gave up. I slumped down on the floor. “Unbelievable,” I uttered to myself. “Unbelievable. A 22 year old breaking into school property and blaming it on her 8 year old brother. Unbelievable!”

Paige hesitantly walked nearer to me, concern in her eyes. “Stop,” I threatened once she got within a few feet. “Or I might bite.”

Paige started to laugh, but the look I sent her was so menacing that she immediately shut up. “Hey,” she said softly. “Look, I’m sorry. But what’s the big deal? It’s not like you’re gonna get in trouble for anything.”

“I just wanted to go home,” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “It’s 10 PM and today has been the longest day of my life.”

I startled when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Looking up, I was surprised to see the face of Drew. “I’m sorry, Miss Nat,” he whispered, regret in his eyes. “But Paige hasn’t been home in forever and she said she would help me with basketball when she came back. We didn’t mean to make you mad.”

I knew it shouldn’t, but my heart melted at his words. This is why you’re weak, I cursed to myself. A pair of puppy dog eyes and you’re all bent up. Shaking my head slowly, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“Hey,” Paige interrupted. “The damage is already done. This gym is unlocked and I’m pretty sure everyone else has left. Why don’t we show you what we’ve been working on so you know we haven’t been up to no good?”

I got up from my crumpled position on the floor, tightly gripping my purse. “No,” I said wearily. “I think I’m okay. I just wanna get some sleep at home.”

“Please,” Drew begged. “Can I show you just one of my shots? Paige said it looks a lot better from last time!”

“Just one!” Paige joined in. “One won’t hurt.”

I stared at the two of them, both of them with their hands interlocked as if they were praying, their eyes eager and hopeful. I couldn’t even believe myself, but the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. “Fine. Just one.”

“Yessss!” The two siblings high fived each other and I fought back a smile, trying to maintain my serious demeanor.

“You aren’t ready for this,” Paige smirked, and you only rolled your eyes in response. “Alright, ready bud?”

“Ready!” Drew called back, bouncing excitedly up and down on the balls of his feet. He started sprinting down the court, and Paige quickly passed him a ball.

He dribbled between his legs, almost losing it but recovering as he made his way to the net. “Drew Bueckers on a breakaway!” Paige narrated, cupping her hands around her mouth as she mimicked a sports commentator. “Three seconds remaining on the shot clock!”

Drew started making his way closer to the net, dribbling behind his back and faking out ghost defenders.

“Three….”

Drew landed on his right foot and pivoted.

���Two….”

Drew spun on his foot and faced the basket.

“One….”

Right before Paige finished counting down, Drew cocked his arm and released, sending the ball flying up and then down, straight into the net for a perfect layup.

“And he scooooooreeees!” Paige howled, running towards her brother and wrapping him up in a hug. This time, I couldn’t help it. I found myself smiling the hardest I’d smiled all night as I watched Paige swing Drew around as his infectious giggles filled the room.

“See?” Paige yelled to me once she set him down. “Wasn’t that epic?”

“So epic.” I beamed at the boy, who was now looking at me shyly. I cleared my throat. “But now we gotta clean up before someone finds this and gets yall in trouble.”

“Ooh, so she’s on our side now!” Paige poked Drew in the ribs teasingly, and he scampered away, laughing as he started picking up balls on the other side of the gym.

Paige turned to you, her expression serious now. “I think it’s your turn.”

“What?” I took a step back. “No, I think I’m actually good.”

“You not up for a little challenge?” Paige picked up a ball and spun it on one of her fingers, and I couldn’t deny that she looked incredibly hot while doing it.

“I can shoot a ball,” I insisted, folding my arms. “I just don’t want to right now.”

“Bull.” Paige extended her arm, offering the ball to you. “I bet you can’t make it from here.”

“Are you serious? We’re like three feet from the net!” I scoffed. I haven’t really shot many basketballs in my life, but how hard could it be? The net was right there.

“Alright, then shoot it.” When I stared at her blankly, still refusing to take the ball, Paige tossed it to me so that I was forced to catch it. “We’re not leaving till you shoot.”

Sighing, I bounced the ball once. Praying that the ball would land somewhere around the net, I launched it. The ball hit the backboard, slowly rolling around the rim of the net before falling to the side. I rolled my eyes. “That basically counts.”

Paige stifled a laugh. “If that basically counted, I’d be the all time leading scorer in the NCAA by now.” I pushed her, unamused. “Hey, now.” Paige picked up another ball. “I’ll teach you.”

I backed up, about to protest, but Paige stepped closer to me, so close that I could feel her breath hitting my skin, and I suddenly lost all ability to move. The blonde swallowed, her eyes darting to my lips for barely a moment before she refocused on the ball. Gently, she placed the ball in my hands, then stepped behind me. I felt hands grab my waist and pull me to her. When my hips suddenly collided with hers, I let out a gasp of surprise.

“Relax,” she murmured into my ear, her warm breath fanning my cheek. “You’re so tense.”

Her hands let go of my hips, and my body ached for the loss of her warmth until her arms wrapped around my own and guided them to the position she wanted. After my arms were in the right form, she positioned my legs and feet with her hands. Every time she touched me, her fingers lingering, I felt light headed, as if my blood sugar was about to crash.

“Okay,” she breathed, stepping back to take a look. “Beautiful.” I had a feeling she wasn’t only talking about my shooting form, and my heart lurched.

“Shoot.”

This time when I let the ball go, it reached the net, sliding through with a satisfying swoosh. I let out a little shout and turned around, giving Paige a bright smile. She chuckled at my excitement. “Good, huh?” she teased.

“You’re not bad,” I responded as nonchalantly as I could. A little flirting never hurt anyone.

She raised an eyebrow. “Not bad, huh? You should come to one of my games. You’ll see how ‘not bad’ I really am.”

“Go to one of your games?” I smiled suggestively, closing the distance between us until we were closer than we’d been before. I licked my lips. “You’re moving a little fast, Bueckers.”

“Fast,” Paige repeated, her voice throaty. “That’s how I roll.” I finally let my eyes fall to her lips, finally noticing how pink and soft they looked.

My hands somehow landed on her chest. Her fingers touched my chin, tilting it upward. Before I knew it, her lips were on mine, and I was on fire. I grazed her cheeks with my fingertips, her skin hot and flushed under my touch. She’d barely brushed her lips against mine though, when a basketball suddenly dropped, pulling me into my senses.

I jumped back, staring in disbelief at the blonde. Her hair was slightly mussed up, her eyes darkened as she watched me. “Oh my god,” I whispered to myself. “Oh my god, you just kissed your student’s sister.” I brought my fingers to my lips.

“That was barely a kiss,” Paige complained. “How about you c’mere and I’ll show you how it’s really done?”

“Fucking hell, no!” You steppped back from Paige, glancing over at Drew to see if he’d saw us. Thankfully, he was still preoccupied putting the basketballs away.

“You guys need to hurry and clean up. I gotta go tell the janitors to lock up the gym. You need to be gone from here before they come.” You turned around, frantically looking around for your purse. Once you spotted it, you grabbed it and started rushing out.

“Hey!” Paige yelled out, her hands to her side. “Where are you going?”

I swallowed hard, not responding as the doors of the gym slammed behind me. Ice traveled through my veins. How could I have gotten mixed up in that? If I’d gotten caught by one of my coworkers kissing one of my student’s family members in a gym that was broken into, I’d be fired on the spot. Getting this job had been hard enough - no one wanted a 24 year old female fresh out of college. I could not be participating in risky behavior like this.

Paige was attractive, no doubt. But she was also cocky, and arrogant, and Drew’s sister. She also lived in Connecticut. This would never work out, I reminded yourself. So when I went home and jumped in the shower, I tried to scrub off any memory of Paige’s tantalizing lips.

[luveline]

i’ve been re-reading some of the kbd au and was wondering if u would be up to writing a little kbd blurb wherein steve’s being all flirty and silly with reader? idk what it is but flirty kbd!steve specifically rips my heart open he’s so cute when he’s trying to charm r make r laugh <3 thank u as always mwah

thank you my love!! ♡ kbd au

Bethie brings a drink with her as she enters the living room. Steve a few steps behind her, your husband leans in the doorway and winces with every drop she spills on the floor. 

The cup is half full when it reaches you, but it is for you. "Here, mom." 

"Thank you," you say, tone enthused with bubbly affection. Bethie looks like you rather than Steve, and her smile is a mirror.

"Daddy says, uhm…" She looks over her shoulder at Steve. He nods encouragingly. She turns back. "Dad says to tell you that it's from a man at the bar. Because you look beautiful." 

You sniff at the drink, take an experimental sip. It's Steve's version of a virgin margarita, lemonade, orange juice and a spritz of fresh lime juice. "Ooh, so yummy. You want to try?" 

Bethie wrinkles her nose. "Will I like it?" 

Probably not. "I'm not sure, but it's got bubbles?"

Bethie shakes her head. You don't take it personally, scooping your second eldest up to sit on your thigh. She's not heavy. It's actually really nice when she leans back and uses your tummy as a chair, to be loved like this. 

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. "Come here often?" he asks with a wink. 

"Only every day, handsome." 

"Handsome? You're two timing the poor dolt stupid enough to buy you a drink, you know." 

"Poor dolt should've used his eyes." You gesture to either side of you, where Avery, the eldest, sits to your left and Dove, the youngest, lounges at your right. "I'm clearly taken." 

"Can't blame a guy for trying. I mean," —Steve whistles, looking you up and down, but he can't commit to his skit, and he cracks a smile— "hot damn, look at you." 

"Come here," you say. 

Steve's smile turns smug. He dodges the small margarita puddles on the way and leans down to kiss you, his hands on your face, a spritely peck that turns to kisses all over your left cheek. "Was the drink okay?" he asks, rubbing at your cheek with his thumb when he's done. 

You meet his eyes. Sugary brown, little flecks of honey crushed as his pupil grows bigger the longer he looks at you. "It's nice. I like your margaritas more than the store bought. Thank you, honey." 

"Oh," he hums, kissing you again. "You're welcome." 

"Daddy," Dove says simply. 

Steve knows what she wants, he can read their wants and needs from less, scooping her up to perch on the end of the couch. She can still fit into the curve of one arm if she tries. 

"Let me guess, you wanted a margarita," Steve teases, sliding a hand under her shirt to tickle her tummy. 

She laughs but ultimately protests, waiting for Steve to kiss her. He noses at her forehead, kissing her temple softly. "Better?" he asks. 

She settles in his arms and turns back to the TV, content. 

"See? You're not the only one in high demand." 

You sit back and beg him with your eyes to do the same. Steve does so immediately, shoulder to shoulder with you, pressing the tip of his nose to your cheek. Bethie wriggles in your arms and Avery asks about dinner, but for a few silly seconds, it's just you and Steve. 

"Love you. You look really, really pretty today. I had to tell you," Steve says. 

You reach out to squeeze Avery's hand to show you've heard her question. "I love you too, Stevie. Thank you." You make me feel really, really pretty. 

Especially when he says it like that. Three kids and he acts as though you're pretty enough for an urgent telling. Steve would tell you you're even prettier than the day he met you, and he's consistent enough that you genuinely believe it. He's your number one fan, and you're his. 

"Takeout?" you ask.

Steve's eyes glow with love. "Did I mention that you're beautiful?" 

[howlingday]

Dragon GF Super Post

Bully / Dress / Strength / Jaune & Yang /

Because of our parents arrangment, we've always been close. But the truth of the matter is... I've always had feelings for you... As we grew older, there was a sudden height difference. Even though it's rare, I understand that some people start growing gold hair instead of normal blonde. The next thing I know, you and I look so different from what we used to look like.

Yang: Why are you staring at me? It's real creepy.

Jaune: C-Creepy?!

Beacon Academy, one of the few schools in Remnant that let you attend regardless of your family background.

Guy: Oh? Your dad's done how much blackmail? I bet I could take him.

Gal: Oh, your mom burned that many stores down? Well, I'm sure my mom would love to meet yours~.

Dude: And even if she doesn't, who the hell cares? We don't need anyone, baby-girl~.

Everyone seems to be shamelessly flirt about it, too...

Jaune: (Gulps, Thinking) Alright! Time to shoot my shot!.

Jaune: Uh, h-hey, Yang? Do you, I dunno, wanna try holding hands today? Maybe?

Yang: HUH?

Jaune: J-Just for a little while! I mean, we're engaged, and everybody already knows about it, so wouldn't it be weird to be the only couple NOT holding hands?

Yang: Mm... F-Fine... But only only for a little while...

Jaune: Really?! We can hold hands~?!

Yang: J-Just until we get to class! Try anything funny and I'll pound you!

Jaune: That's okay with me. (Holds out hand) Here.

Yang: (Red-faced, Reaches for his hand)

Cardin: There you are, Yang! I've been waiting for you!

Jaune/Yang: !!

Cardin: In case you forgot, I'm Cardin Winchester! They say you're the strongest student at Beacon. Fight me!

Cardin: Huh? Oh, the rumors are true, huh? You're really going out with a string bean like him? HA HA HA! What a joke!

Cardin: After I beat you, why not go out with me instead~?

Yang: ...ruined it...

Cardin: Hm?

Yang: I SAID YOU RUINED THE MOMENT, YOU BASTARD!

Cardin: (Half his face indented) Huh-

Yang: (Launches him skyward)

Jaune: ...

Yang: Jaune, come here...

Jaune: Huh?

Yang: You... You wanted to hold my hand... right?

Jaune/Yang: (Holding hands)

Yang: ...HEY! What the hell are you people staring at?! Buzz off!

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Yang: (Kid) Hi, Jaune~!

Jaune: (Kid) Oh, hi, Yang.

Yang: (Flips hair, Giggles)

Jaune: ...What?

Yang: Wha- Don't ya notice anythin' different?

Jaune: Huh? U-Uh... You changed your hair?

Yang: Don't ya know, Jaune? When a girl changes her hair, you have to tell her how cute she looks!

Jaune: O-Oh, really? Well, uh... You... look really cute with a ponytail~.

Yang: (Gushing) Thank you, Jaune~!

10 Years Later...

Jaune: Good morning, Yang!

Yang: Huh? Oh, mornin', Jaune.

Jaune: (Blushing, Awestruck)

Yang: ...WHAT? YOU GOT SOMETHIN' TO SAY, THEN SAY IT!

Jaune: Huh?! Um... It's just... Your hair.... You look really beautiful with your hair in a ponytail.

Yang: (Blushing) Wha- U-Uh... (Turns away, Stomps off) I-I DIDN'T DO IT FOR YOU! IT'S JUST REALLY HOT RIGHT NOW! TH-THAT'S WHY I PUT IT UP!

Jaune: Huh?! Y-Yang!

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Yang: Huh? J-Jaune?! Are you okay?! What-

Kid: Professor! She did it! She's the one who hurt Jaune! I saw her!

Yang: What?! N-No! I-

Student: I saw her, too! She hurt Jaune!

Child: Yeah, yeah! She beat him up! She's a monster!

Yang: N-No! It- It was an accident! I...

Kid: She did it!

Student: Hurt Jaune!

Child: Monster!

Yang: (Sits up in bed) NO! (Panting) Ah... Another nightmare... I... I need to get ready...

Meanwhile, at Jaune's...

Jaune: (Working the punching bag)

Cardin: (Memory) Huh? Oh, the rumors are true, huh? You're really going out with a string bean like him? HA HA HA! What a joke!.

Jaune: (Punching harder)

Yang: (Memory, Steps in front of Jaune)

Jaune: (Grits teeth, Hits hard as he can)

Jaune: (Panting, Thinking) What... What the hell am I doing?

Meanwhile, back at Yang's...

Yang: (Whistles as she cooks breakfast)

Ruby: (Sneaks in) GOT IT-

Yang: (Casually backhands Ruby's face) Nope.

Ruby: (Rubs her nose, Pouts) Owie~! How could you hurt your adorable baby sister like this~?!

Yang: You can have breakfast AFTER I'm done cooking it. Go get ready for school.

Ruby: Oh, fine! (Hugs) Love you, Yang~!

Yang: ...

Ruby: Ooh~! Ponytail again today? Something good happen~?

Yang: (Blushes) I-It's the weather, okay? Putting my hair up like this is less annoyin', y'know?

Ruby: AND I see that you made three lunches for today. One for me, one for you, and one for somebody else. Is that also because of the weather~?

Yang: ACK! I-It's also for me! I'm just feeling extra hungry today! Besides, it's none of your business, Ruby!

Ruby: Hm~? (Snuggles Yang) I'm sure he'll love it, Yang.

Yang: (Smiles)

Meanwhile, elsewhere...

???: Huh... Morning already? Good morning...

Bleiss: (Stares at Jaune picture) My darling~.

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Ruby: It's been a while since we walked to school like this~!

Yang: Ruby... Why are you here?

Ruby: What? I can't walk together with my big sister anymore? Don't be mean!

Jaune: Hey, Ruby! It's been a while.

Ruby: Oh, hey, Jaune~! Y'know, I've been thinking about having a cute guy like you in my harem. It's too bad you and Yang are already engaged. Anyways, I've got a question for you!

Jaune: Huh?! What?!

Ruby: You're walking two beautiful girls to class. Doesn't that make your heart race~?

Jaune: U-Um...

Yang: (Danger emanating from her) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

Ruby: Y- Yang, it was just a joke... Calm down!

Jaune: Well... To be honest... I don't really care who I'm walking with, so long as I'm walking with Yang, I'm happy.

Ruby: ...

Yang: (Blushing)

Ruby: JAUNE, THAT WAS SO GOD DAMN CRINGE, I THINK I'M GONNA THROW UP.

Jaune: Huh?!

???: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?!

Ruby: Hm? Some kind of commotion over there?

Yang: More bullshit? Just great...

Cardin: I'M CARDIN WINCHESTER, DAMMIT! AND I'M HERE TO KICK YANG'S ASS FOR REVENGE!

Cardin: I don't pick on weak girls anymore, but I'll make an exception if you don't get out of my way, you bitch!

Bleiss: Weak? Ohoho... Now you've done it...

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Bleiss: I'm going to give you just one warning. Stop causing trouble, or else... You got that... Beringel brain?

Cardin: (Swings) YOU BITCH-

Bleiss: (Flicks her wrist)

Cardin: (Legs start freezing) Wh- WHAT THE-?! H-HEY! WHOA! SLOW DOWN! I WAS JUST KID-

Cardin: (Block of ice)

Student: Whoa~! She took down that guy without taking a single step~!

Teen: What else would you expect from our class rep~?!

Bleiss Gele-Schnee - Daughter of Jacques Schnee and his mistress. Beacon first year class representative.

Bleiss: Stupid, annoying... Pyrrha, let Professor Goodwitch know about Cardin causing trouble again. Everyone else, look around the school for his cronies! Idiots like him never work alone...

Bleiss: Well?! What are you waiting for?! Do it now! Classes are gonna start soon!

Class: Y-Yes, ma'am!

Ruby: Oh, Cardin came back already? Well, I guess it was just a couple lines, huh?

Jaune: Beacon first year class representative, Bleiss. She's the daughter of the CEO of the Schnee Dust Company. Honestly, the only trouble I have with her is...

Jaune: ...SHE'S OBSESSED WITH ME.

Bleiss: (Gasps, Hugs Jaune) DARLING~!

Yang: HUH?

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10 Years Ago...

Bleiss: (Covering her eyes) 1... 2... 3...

Jaune: Yang, let's split up!

Yang: Okay! I'll find you later~!

Jaune: No way she'll find me here-

Bleiss: Found you~!

Jaune: ACK! H-How did you find me?!

Bleiss: Of course I found you, Jaune~! I'm always looking out for you, you know...

Jaune: Huh...? Always...? What do you mean by that?

Bleiss: It's true. You're the only one I have eyes for~.

Bleiss: ALWAYS~.

10 Years Later...

Bleiss: Darling... You were almost late to class. That's no good~.

Yang: HEY. GET OFF HIM, YOU BLACK ICE BITCH.

Bleiss: Hm? Oh, why, if it isn't the problem child? Who do you think was cleaning up after you mess from the other day, hm~?

Yang: I didn't ask for you to do that. Now get your hands off him.

Bleiss: Darling, I've warned you before, but I'll say it as many times as I have to so you understand. Someone as kind, and sweet, and gentle as you shouldn't have anything to do with bandit trash like her.

Bleiss: DID YOU FORGET WHAT SHE DID TO YOU?

Jaune: Bleiss, that's enough.

Bleiss: Why? It's the truth, isn't it?

Bleiss: SHE HURT YOU. SHE DID IT BEFORE AND SHE'LL DO IT AGAIN.

Yang: (Shaking)

Bleiss: BECAUSE SHE'S JUST LIKE HER MOTHER...

Jaune: I TOLD YOU TO STOP!

Yang: (Hurries away)

Jaune: Yang! Wait!

Bleiss: J-Jaune! Darling! Wait! I was just... worried...

Later...

Pyrrha: Bleiss, we've finished everything you- HUH?!

Bleiss: (Seething, Shaking)

[supersaiyanjedi14]

Artwork I commissioned from @rainbow-zebra-art of my Sabezra fankids, Brycan and Mazal Wren-Bridger! Thank you so much for this, RZ!

As a reminder for anyone interested, these two exist in my personal Star Wars AU, which is a hybrid of the Legends EU, Disney Canon, and other SW properties I want to squeeze in. I'll put some more specific stuff about them under the cut.

BRYCAN WREN-BRIDGER

Brycan was born on Krownest in 10 ABY, growing up in the immediate aftermath of the Thrawn Campaign. He grows up as a close friend of Jacen, Jaina and Anakin Solo, while also being super close to his "uncles" Kanan and Zeb and "aunts" Hera and Ketsu. Brycan is a kind and friendly boy who nontheless has a sarcastic streak rivaling his parents, and his passion for athletics and martial arts serves him well in his Mandalorian upbringing and Jedi training. Unsurprisingly, Brycan still grows up with a good deal of pressure, what with being descended from two cultural factions known for conflict with each other and being the child of two prominent war heroes. Determined to live up to his heritage while also stepping out of his parents' shadows, Brycan becomes a passionate Mandalorian warrior before enrolling in Luke Skywalker's Jedi Paraxeum on Yavin 4 at age 14. He does struggle to reconcile the contradictory aspects of the Mandalorians and the Jedi, but he does eventually learn to form a good balance with the help of his parents and Din Djarin.

The Yuuzhan Vong War puts Brycan though the biggest wringer yet, as the horrors of war cost him multiple friends and his mother is grievously wounded shortly after giving birth to his sister Mazal. He is roped into a faction of more militant Mandalorian crusaders who encourage him to give into his passions and pain, leading to a tense conflict with his father and a personal vendetta with the Vong commander Nas Choka. However, Ezra manages to save his son from falling down the dark path, and he rejects the hollow promises of revenge. He finally comes into his own as a Jedi Knight by wars' end, priding himself as a credit to his forebearers as a true Mandalorian Jedi.

Other notes:

-Brycan built his lightsaber in imitation of designs favored during the High Republic, featuring a physical crossguard below the emitter. Reflecting his mixture of Jedi and Mandalorian tradition, the crossguard is composed of solid beskar while his kyber crystal is an Adegan sapphire.

-Brycan is one of the most accomplished lightsaber duelists of his generation, mastering both the Shien and Djem-So sides of Form V as well as boasting a comprehensive academic understanding of numerous martial arts from across the galaxy. Thouhg he favors his lightsaber, he always wears a Mandalorian vambrace wherever he goes, loaded with a Dur-24 wrist laser, a fibercord whip, a portable energy shield, and whistling birds.

-Brycan's strength in the Force is easily comparable to his dad, though he appropriately focuses on the more physical aspects of his power. He's not as advanced a telepath as Ezra, but he compensates by being an awesome telekinetic and taking up a special interest in energy diffusion.

-While not as vibrant as his mom, he still inherited Sabine's artistic skill, particularly as a sketch artist. He can produce a nearly flawless rendering of someone in a heartbeat and has a talent for hand-drawn maps and starcharts. He occasionally cooks up new designs for his mom to try out.

-His best friend is Han and Leia's daughter Jaina, both of their natural fighting instincts feeding their desire to test and improve themselves. Sparring together is their favorite pastime, where they have traded wins and losses over the years.

-While a combat-oriented Jedi raised as a Mandalorian does raise some immediate assumptions, Brycan's passion for fighting is not as a blood sport. He sees it as a way of expression of his spirit, and he puts it to use for the good of others. He lives by the Form V maxim of "peace through superior firepower", wielding his skill to strike out at injustice and protect the innocent, not to flaunt his power. He doesn't go looking to pick a fight, but if fighting needs to be done, he is razor-keen and committed.

-Teenage rebellion and war trauma aside, he loves his parents more than anything in the world and adores his younger sister Mazal.

-Despite lacking Ezra's strong affinity for animals, Brycan does owns a Loth-wolf he rescued as a cub named Beskad (the mando'a word for "sword"). The two are nearly inseparable, though his efforts to mold Beskad into an oversized hunting dog have had minimal success.

MAZAL WREN-BRIDGER

Mazal was born on Mandalore in 26 ABY during the height of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion. Growing up in the shadow of the conflict, Mazal resolved to do her part to help put the galaxy back together after being nearly ripped apart. Like her older brother, Mazal initially wanted to become a powerful Mandalorian Jedi warrior, joining in the battles and adventures. However, this was shattered when she went on her first serious combat mission, helping in an effort to subdue a combine of pirates seeking to exploit the post-war chaos on Carlac. The mission ended in a horrific disaster, with the strike team being decimated in an ambush and narrowly escaping back to GA space. Traumatized by her experiences, Mazal found her previous passion lost, even considering turning in her lightsaber and throwing out her armor so as to never be stained by that violence again. Fortunately, Mazal received much-needed counseling from both Jedi Healers and more mundane therapists, and Sabine helped her daughter rediscover her calling. Feeling that the galaxy needed healing hands far more than warriors, Mazal was drawn to the ideals of the late Duchess Satine Kryze, seeing the value of promoting peace over the use of force. Taking up the path of a Jedi Healer and joining the reformed Mandalorian Protectors, Mazal channeled her passion into humanitarian aid, traveling the galaxy to help pick up the pieces of disaster and conflict. In a way, she does manage to become just as much of a Mandalorian Jedi as Brycan, albeit one dedicated to the higher calling of the Force and the more grounded tenents of the Resol'nare.

Other notes:

-"Mazal" is a Hebrew name meaning "good fortune". I chose this to fit a naming theme with her father Ezra as well as to reflect the safety of her birth given Sabine's injuries soon afterward.

-Despite no longer being a dedicated fighter, Mazal still keeps up on her training. She may not like fighting, but if the people she's helping need a lightsaber to protect them or Mandalorian armor to shield them, she won't hesitate to use it.

-Powerful in her own right, Mazal's Force abilities manifest strongest in her advanced skill in the healing arts, directly studying under Master Cilghal at the Jedi Academy. She also shares her father's sense-based aptitude, focusing on life-detection and projective telepathy to aid in her relief work.

-Unlike Brycan, Mazal is just as much of an artist as Sabine, constantly redecorating her room with new paintings and sketches. Her hair is her most common canvas, rarely going a month with the same dye job.

-Mazal is a self-professed daddy's girl; not even the Force can get Ezra to say no to her. At the same time, possibly as a result of having come so close to losing her and her mother, Ezra is almost overprotective of her, and was beside himself when she came home shell-shocked from Carlac. Sabine grows closer to her during her recovery period, and their time painting together played a big part in getting her back on her feet.

-She gets along well with Ben Skywalker, both being close to each other during their training. Outside of her family, Ben's the one she can confide in the most.

-Mazal is bi and dates Zay Versio as a teenager.

Feel free to ask me more about these two!

[shotmrmiller]

cbf!Price?!?!

You mean your older brother's even older friend?

You'd been born in the US to an American mom and a British dad; but his job moved you all back across the pond. New country, new school, new people--it had been hell for you and your brother. But the family next door were so welcoming, especially their only kid, John.

Who always called you 'sunshine', gave you piggyback rides at rugby matches so you didn't get lost in the crowd, and never said "Hello" but, "There's my favorite girl".

The same cbf!Price who was your scary dog privilege when you fell in love with the underground punk scene and wanted to go to the sketchiest concerts.

When he'd enlisted, you'd cried for days, but couldn't bring yourself to tell him why you were so heartbroken, no matter how many times he asked, brows furrowed with concern. "Its only a couple months, luv, then I'll be on post just down the road. We'll still have our weekends."

And he kept that promise, as much as he could, even after you moved out of your parent's home to attend university.

It was forever on the tip of your tongue; the words you so desperately wanted to say, had to bite back, otherwise they'd destroy that precious friendship....

.... I can only imagine the myriad of unfortunate ways he might accidentally hear you whispering his name and those words....

with my brash personality, im fucking him the day he's to leave for basic. js.

no regrets around here.

--

ohmygod! imagine him being captain now, and he brings you to meet the boys.

Johnny whistles low the moment he lays eyes on you. "Steamin' Jesus, Captain. Tha' yer friend? She single?"

John does not answer him.

Kyle is kind, sweet, and courteous. Suspiciously so. It gives John flashbacks of how he acts towards women he wants to bed.

Right.

Simon's just his big, quiet self. He's intimidating, but you're not afraid—after all, you grew up with your bully older brother and John.

John notices his eyes gleam when you talk at him, yes, at, because Simon doesn't respond. But he listens. And he's been listening a little too intently, staring at your dainty hands gesture animatedly.

That's enough, he thinks.

"Time t'go home, love." You pout but wave goodbye at the boys and head towards his vehicle.

Johnny opens his mouth to speak but John quickly intervenes, that unless he wants to start fucking pushing, keep his thoughts to himself.

"I'll see you all at base tomorrow."

On the ride home, you tell him that they were all very nice. John's grip on the steering wheel tightens and says that as nice as they are, they go through women more than they do magazines.

"Oh." Did he imagine the disappointment laced in your voice?

"Do you?" What?

"I don't do it often."

"Oh." He turns his head to look at you, but you're staring out the window.

His heart races and elation thrums through his veins. You definitely sounded upset. John looks straight ahead and speeds up to take you home.

His home.

There's only you for him, and if you won't take the first step, then he will.

--

side note: what if he didn't return those feelings? christ id eat my fucking phone. im running away!!! no one look at me how embarrassing!!! his eyes soften, and he's like, "Oh. I'm so sorry, love. You and I practically grew up together."

That really stings. And then he brings his little girlfriend over to meet you and your brother, and you stiffly shake her hand and go to your room to cry.

Someone softly knocks on your door, and you don't move to open it, just yell at whoever is at the door to fuck off in a warbly voice. John's muffled I'm sorry deepens the crack in your heart.

"'S'alright, John. I'll be okay."

You did this to yourself, anyway.

The marriage invitation comes in the mail and you tear it to pieces.

Since you were young, you dreamt of being Mrs. Price, but now, that's all it'll ever be.

A childish dream.

[kennahjune]

the moment mike accepted steve into the party

he didn’t get it. what was so good about steve harrington?

yeah, he was good looking and strong. but other than that? nothing. in mike’s eyes, he was still the asshole rando that dated his sister. and he didn’t plan on that changing.

until march of 1985.

mike had been held back after class for falling asleep. it wasn’t his fault. he couldn’t ever sleep unless someone else was with him. and there was no way in hell he was gonna cuddle with nancy. besides, he was good at the class— so no need to pay attention really.

at least miss noelle didn’t call his mom.

dustin, lucas, and will were waiting for him in the hall. oh, and max, cause she was actually kind of cool.

“what was up with miss noelle?” lucas asked as they walked down the hall.

“pissed i fell asleep in class,” mike said dejectedly. max snorted from beside him.

“maybe just don’t fall asleep?” she asked rhetorically.

mike huffed and flipped her off. “you sound like my dad.”

dustin shuddered from his other side. “ew. not cool man.”

mike rolled his eyes. “it’s true! my dads always like ‘just don’t this’ and ‘just don’t do that’ instead of actually helping! It’s so annoying.”

will came up and bumped arms with him while they finally left the school. classes were done and they were finally left to do what they wanted.

“uh oh.” came from lucas. mike sighed, catching sight of what— or who— lucas was “uh oh-ing” about.

“just don’t look at them,” max said under her breath while she averted her eyes to the ground.

“that never works,” retorted lucas.

“you have any better ideas? just keep walking.”

great. the one day nancy or jonathan aren’t picking them up and they run into noah and joey.

in 1983, el had gotten troy and james to back off— even scaring them into moving. but el’s not here right now, so she can’t help with noah and joey— the party’s most recent tormentors.

will stepped closer to mike and mike nudged his hand with his. everyone pulled in closer to each other in hopes of concealing themselves and the others. of course, it didn’t work.

“hey hey! look man, it’s the circus!” mike saw noah nudge joey beside him.

“shit,” dustin cursed.

and ‘shit’ was right. no one wanted to deal with noah and joey. especially with the mood mike was currently in after being held up.

“seriously what hell is it, tanner?” mike addressed noah directly.

joey whistled lowly and took a sharp step forward. will and dustin both flinched pretty hard. max gave a twitch but lucas and mike held their ground for the most part. noah and joey got a kick laughing at dustin and will.

“awwww they’re scared, joey! like a bunch of babies!”

mike forgot how stupid kids sound most of the time. they could call him a baby all they wanted— nothing will ever compare to watching will get possessed and then watching bob die.

mike still reached out and grabbed someone’s hand. he thinks it was lucas’.

joey and noah were both a good bit taller than mike, which meant they were also a good bit taller than everyone else in the party. they liked to use their height to their advantage but mike had dealt with monsters twice his height. it wasn’t scary, just annoying at this point.

still didn’t help the fact that they didn’t want to deal with this.

mike had zoned out, because next thing he knew he was being shoved to the ground. it probably wouldn’t have hurt too bad if they weren’t outside in the parking lot. mike felt his chin bust on the pavement in a sickening repeat of ‘83 with troy and james.

will was there in a second with dustin, helping him up off the ground and dusting him off. dustin held his hands while Will held his face, frantic over the now gushing blood that he could feel running down his neck. he was trembling. why was he trembling?

he faintly heard yelling and assumed lucas and max were arguing with joey and noah.

“just fuck off, murphy!” he heard max yell at joey. “we’ve literally done nothing to either of you and yet you make us hate our fucking lives!”

“aww, noah, she thinks we actually care! isn’t that cute?”

mike stood up with the help up dustin and will. but that only served to turn noah and joey’s attention onto him. well. better on him than on max.

“so whatcha gonna do, wheeler? gonna push me like troy? gonna wimp out and go cry to mommy and daddy?”

mike actually considered pushing joey. but that’d probably just make thing worse. if el hadn’t been there last year to save his ass from troy mike would’ve gotten pummeled.

but it was a serious option he considered.

dustin stepped in front of mike and shoved joey back. mike didn’t even realize how close he’d gotten. wow. he was really out of it today, huh?

“back off murphy.”

mike wanted to hug dustin, but at the same time he wanted to smack him upside the head for putting himself in the way. it’s easier when they target mike. just let them target him. he doesn’t care at this point.

dustin stayed arguing with joey and stopped only when there were multiple shouts from max, will and lucas.

noah had pulled max’s hair and in return was shoved to the ground by lucas. but noah had taken will down with him and now will struggled with lucas and max to get noah off.

mike saw red, and in a moments notice had noah off of will and on the ground. he was vaguely aware of dustin and max cheering him on with dustin and will watching.

it didn’t last very long until noah shoved mike hard enough that he fell backwards and busted his head on the ground. again.

at this point he was working himself towards a concussion. just like steve, he thought deliriously. and speak of the devil.

“aye!”

mike, dustin, lucas, will, and max all looked up, startled by the familiar voice and claps.

“what the fuck are you shits doing, huh?”

steve fucking harrington was suddenly right next to mike on the ground, kneeling and helping him sit up.

“shit, you ok mike? that’s a nasty scrape you got there. i have bandaids in the car, let’s go get you one, yeah?”

mike just nodded. he really wanted to know what the fuck steve was doing there and why he seemed to intent on helping.

“who the fuck are you?”

steve stood with mike halfway to the car, the rest of the group following, mike noticed. joey and noah stood idly in the parking lot, seeming put out by steve’s sudden appearance.

steve’s eye twitched and mike watched him bite the inside of his cheek. mike watched in real time as steve recognized joey and noah and seemed to piece together exactly what happened. he scoffed. not what mike was expecting.

steve gently nudged mike towards the car and knocked his knuckles on dustin’s hat. “you kids go get in the car. max you can toss your board in the trunk.”

dustin seemed to want to protest but even he could see how pissed steve was. even max was keeping quiet. lucas and will were quick to follow instructions and headed to the car. mike was right behind them.

lucas tried the back door (knowing mike got shotgun for the bandaids and possible concussion) but the handle only wiggled. “locked.”

“did he give one of you the keys?” asked will.

they all shook their heads. they didn’t have to wait long until steve was back with them at the car.

“why aren’t you guys in the car yet?”

“locked.” informed will.

“ohhhh. oops.” steve unlocked the car and helped max put her skate board in the trunk. when he hopped into the drivers side dustin and lucas were hounding him with questions.

“why are you here?”

“I thought we were walking home?”

“what the hell was that?”

“what did you do to noah and joey?”

“settle down and shut up, would you? nancy mentioned you guys were walking home so I came to grab you. you’d think that after everything they’d be a little more cautious. and also, language, henderson. I am so not taking the blame when you end up slipping in front of your mom.”

“awww you were worried steve.” max teased.

steve scoffed. “‘course I was, red. and it turned out I had every right to be. anybody wanna explain what that was?”

suddenly the car was quiet.

steve clicked his tongue.

“fine. guess you’re all coming to my house, huh?”

there was a sudden uproar in questions and “what the hell?”s.

“listen! i’m not letting any of you shits go home until I one; know for sure mike doesn’t have a concussion—“ steve eyed mike and he felt himself flinch. “—and two; before I get the whole story.”

there was a bunch of grumbling from the backseat, but mike himself stayed quiet throughout the rest of the ride.

“oh! and mike—“ mike looked at steve briefly and barely caught the box of tissues tossed at him. “—put that on the scrape for now, yeah? I’ll clean it properly when we get to the house.”

mike nodded and held a wad of tissues to his chin.

when they pulled up to the harrington house, everyone was inside quickly. everyone went to use the phone in the living room to call their parents and when mike went to follow he was grabbed gently on the shoulder.

“can you head to the kitchen and grab out the med-kit? I need to make sure they don’t drive my bill up.”

mike knew it was meant to be used as a distraction. but he’d take it. so he headed to the kitchen before realizing he didn’t know where the med-kit was. he rifled around in the cabinets for a bit before finding it stored away under the sink.

mike pulled it out and waited at the kitchen island. he noticed that it was a pretty heavy kit. and it seemed to be used a lot judging by the lack of dust and how it had a couple of bandages peeking from the crease.

everyone piled into the kitchen, book bags dumped in the living room and shoes discarded by the door. will sat on a stool next to mike and dustin and max hopped on the counter. lucas took a seat on the other side of mike.

“ooookay. ah! there it is.” steve opened the kit and grabbed out a brown bottle and a few cotton balls. mike noted how he seemed to know where everything in the med-kit was as if he used it on a daily. he filed the information away for later.

“what’s that supposed to be?” mike eyed the bottle with weariness.

“just peroxide. it’s meant to clean the cut. I know for a fact that that parking lot is fucking filthy and I’m not risking an infection due to gunk in the wound.”

steve put a cotton ball to the open top of the bottle and tipped the bottle over. “i’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t hurt, cause it does sting a bit. but it also definitely helps in the long run.” steve held up the cotton ball as if in question.

mike nodded and looked up, giving steve more room to see the scrape. mike gripped will’s hand and hissed when the cotton ball first dabbed, but the pain soon subsided.

“now this part isn’t too fun either but it’s kind of needed. how attached to that shirt are you?”

mike looked down at that faded, off-white with blue stripes shirt he was wearing. “not very. why?”

“ok, good. this won’t ruin the shirt but you might have to change is all i’m saying. I need to pour the peroxide directly on the scrape to clean it out properly. “

(I know that hydrogen peroxide actually tends to damage tissue and delay healing but they didn’t really know that in the 80s so bare with me.)

mike shuddered at the thought. “I don’t have clothes to change into.”

“I have an extra shirt in my bag.” offered lucas. “I had gym today.” he clarified when he got off looks.

“that’d be perfect, thanks sinclair.”

lucas jumped up to get the shirt and came back in with a white t-shirt with red sleeves. he set it on the counter for afterwards. lucas wordlessly took mike’s hand that will wasn’t holding.

it wasn’t long before the scrape was clean and steve was putting away the kit. while everyone else ran into the living room to watch movies and raid steve’s snacks, mike took the shirt and went to the bathroom to change.

when he came back out (after looking at the funny bandage on his chin— because seriously, what kind 17 year old just had dinosaur bandaids in their med-kit?) mike was quick to join everyone in the living room before steve could pull him aside again.

honestly? fuck that guy.

(but when mike sat between will and max on the couch he couldn’t stop thinking about how soft steve was when taking care of the scrape. he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how old he was when he last felt that gentleness.

the answer was 7. mike was 7 when his mom deemed him old enough to deal with his own cuts and bruises.)

steve eventually held out on his promise of getting information. and after their first movie he forced them all onto the couches while he stood in front of them.

“so am I actually going to get an answer this time?” he stood with his hands on his hips and a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. mike remembered this same stance from not even a year ago, when they were trying to talk him into going in the tunnels.

steve almost reminded mike of his mom for a moment. but mike doubted his mom would go this far if she ever found out about the bullying. (mike refused to admit that he liked the idea of steve fretting over them like this. the idea made him almost sick to his stomach.)

everyone refused to look at him. max looked dead ahead at the wall, lucas kept his eyes trained on the floor, will was messing with his jacket sleeves and dustin was paying extra attention to the ceiling.

mike chewed the inside of his cheek.

“what the hell do you wanna hear from us, steve?” he asked. “that we’re being bullied? that they picked a fight with us first? that we’re nerds and freaks and weirdos?”

will, dustin and lucas flinched with each insult. max refused to look at anything other than what mike assumed was the odd spot on the wall. mike saw steve’s left eye twitch— the one he was always getting punched in.

“that what they told you?”

mike scoffed. “that’s what everyone told us. we’re the school circus!” his voice raised at the end and will flinched violently next to him.

“mike..” dustin uttered from beside max.

“sorry.” he mumbled, finally letting his gaze drop from steve to the coffee table in front of them.

steve sighed quietly.

“noah tanner and joey murphy, right? they both have older siblings, noah an older brother and joey an older sister.”

that made head snap to him.

“what—“ lucas started.

“mitchel tanner and annie murphy are their names. mitch is on the swim team, annie on the cheer team. they’re both barely passing their classes and aren’t exactly the kindest either— in fact I watched mitch shove freshman into a door yesterday.” steve continued, his voice soft as if he was simply talking to himself.

dustin’s and lucas’ jaws were on the floor, max and will were looking at him as if he were insane.

“so— wait—“

“you know their older siblings?”

“what the hell does that have to do with anything?”

steve smirked. and mike was /scared/. he’d seen steve smirk before, when he was dating nancy, when he said something particularly bitchy.

but this. this smirk was plain /mean/.

“would be a real shame if.. I dunno, their coaches suddenly find out about the poor sophomores they make do their homework. or worse— principal higgins finds out. who are mitch and annie gonna blame then, huh?”

dustin sputtered, “you! they’d just blame you, wouldn’t they?”

steve shrugged. “sure. but then they’d know why I did it. their brothers fucking with my kids.”

he said it so calmly. as if it was just the plain truth. as if he wasn’t scared to admit it.

if this is how he’s treated, being of steve’s “kids”, then shit. he may not be all that mad after all.

steve pulled the towel off his shoulder and walked back into the kitchen, a call over his shoulder about ham and cheese sliders and chips for dinner.

but none of the kids were listening.

lucas turned dustin who turned to max who turned to mike who turned to will who looked back at all of them with the biggest grin mike’s ever seen on his face.

ok. so maybe mike gets the hype the steve harrington.

(and if the next week of school went by with no issues, with noah and joey looking at them in /fear/? well. mike had steve to thank.)

[kinq-sleazee]

I had a thought out request then work got busy and now all I remember is mean over protective step brother, or best friend if you don’t like pseudocest, Bakugou scaring off all your dates without you knowing and telling you how you deserve better and he would never

hello @mhathotfic my love , sorry i’m responding so late— but i’m here now with smut !

MDNI | TW! College AU, Stepcest, Degradation

Your relationship with Bakugo has always been a odd. From the day your mom moved in with his dad, he’d developed a sick little obsession with you.

Nothing got past him. He swatted away any and all suitors—with you none the wiser.

Date after date would be canceled. Messages changing from blue to green. Guys actively avoiding you on campus and you had no idea why.

It would always lead you back to his dorm room. Straddling his lap and crying on his shoulder while he rubbed your back and cursed those “extras who could never be good enough for you”.

And your suki is so sweet to you. Saying that you’re so special to him and he doesn’t understand how those idiots could treat you so bad. Claiming that anyone would be lucky to have you and whispering that sometimes he wishes that you weren’t his sister so that he could have you for himself.

And he words it like a joke, in case you get spooked, but he’s dead serious. Staring you right in the eye as you chew on your lip while playing with the strands at the nape of his neck.

You’re a little shocked but you get it. It makes sense, y’know ? Who could love you better than the boy that’s protected and cared for you since middle school? The man that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

He blinks twice when he hears you little voice say, “m’not really your sister”. Lips curling over his teeth in a wicked sneer.

“Hah?” He raises a brow, hands slowly falling to rest at your waist. “What’s that ? You’re not my imouto? My sweet girl ?”

Bakugo rolls his hips experimentally, pleased with the exasperation huff you give at the brief contact.

“m’just sayin’, we’re not really brother and sister” you whine, face heating at the implication of your words.

Were you really suggesting this ? Are you so desperate that you’d stoop so low ?

Bakugo feigned a gasp. A pout formed on his lips that juxtaposed the glimmering lust in his eyes.

“So after all we’ve been through…”, he began, hands traveling under your skirt to rest on your bare thighs. “After all we’ve been through. I’m not really your brother because you really want some dick ?”

The vulgarity startled you. You tried to deny but it fell on deaf ears as his fingers ventured closer to your moist heat.

“Are you really getting wet on my lap ?” His face is stern but there’s amusement in his tone. Your ears burn at the accusation, which you vehemently deny. This time your denial is met with a mean pinch to your plush thigh. “Now you’re lying to me ? What’s got into you What happened to my good girl ?”

A broken whimper leaves you. You’ve never felt this desperate for anything. You want to be a good girl but you just want him so bad.

“ I am your good girl, suki. I promise”.

“Tch” Bakugo shakes his head, admiring the way your lip trembles when he pinches you harder. “You’re not a good girl” he coos, moving closer to kiss the tear sliding down your cheek. “You’re a whore, imouto. A desperate slut for nii-chan’s cock”.

Your panties are pulled to the side and a single digit swipes through the mess of slick arousal. Bakugo whistles lowly, dragging your sticky wetness to press at your clit.

“Is this what you wanted, baby” He pouts up at you, mimicking your expression. You nod, nails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders.

“More, suki” you whine, grinding against the pad of his thumb. “wan’ sum more please”.

He shushes you and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Then another. And another until his tongue is pushing through the seam of your lips in time with his finger diving knuckle deep into your cunt. He grunts at your tightness, but continues kissing you while working you open.

The flat of his tongue collects the sweat beading on your neck, just as a second finger enters you. He curls them upwards, rubbing against your velveteen walls.

“Taking my fingers real good, baby. So proud of you right now” he whispers in your ear before nibbling on the lobe. You gush around him, pussy spasming from the ruined quality of his voice as he praises you. The fact that he looks absolutely wrecked, and you haven’t even touched him properly sends you hurtling towards your orgasm. A few more pumps and you’re met with the most euphoric orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

He works you through it. Pumping into you slowly as your body vibrates around him and your breathing settles. He pulls out and taps his fingers on your lips, humming when you drunkenly take them in your mouth.

He keeps you like this for a moment. Just rubbing against your tongue until saliva pools in your mouth and spills from the side.

Bakugo knows that you’re getting working up again by the cute little scrunch of your brow and the way you drag your cunt over his thigh. So desperate to get fucked. His dick feels unbreakable.

With his free hand he pulls out his cock and lowers your head to drool on it. You’re pushed off his lap and placed between his legs. Mean cock bobbing in your face.

“If you want nii-chan to fuck you , then you have to get on your knees and beg”.

[moonofthechilcotin]

Because I need to let this hyperfixation go wild before I can move on, here is a few of my Cora Levinson / Crawley Headcanons:

-She never got along with her mother, but she will still defend her and her family to her in-laws

-She was kind of a wild child in disguise. She always had great manners and presented really well, but she got Harold into trouble. Would drink her dad's whiskey and smoke his cigars and NOONE.EVER.KNEW. (Except Harold)

-She never was naive enough to believe Robert loved her. But her prospect wasn't great so she decided to marry someone she knew would treat her well.

-She's always known about Jane. I think she had a moment where she woke up and actually heard them in the next room, but she was feverish and so she probably had feverish images of them sleeping together and until the Bricker situation, was convinced Robert had slept with her. (But they talked it out after home girl's "very well, if you can tell me you've never.. "monologue).

-She is a sharp shooter, better than anyone at Downton but no one except Robert knows (and Thomas)

-she can whistle so loud with her fingers, lost Robert in a crowd once in Italy, could see him panicking, waved and called his name but he couldn't see her. Very unlady-like but Robert was impressed (and turned on)

-I think she writes to Tom's mom regularly, sends pictures and has Sybbie draw things and write things for her grandma. Has offered to have her come but the mom refused. Though she always responds.

-Even though the first few years at Downton were hard, Violet wasn't all that horrible and Cora realized the first time her mother visited after Mary was born that she was less on edge with Violet than she was with Martha. And somehow that hurt her.

-i know in the show she tried so hard not to step on Suzanne's toes. But that changed after the wedding. I want to believe she would have traveled to New York to help Rose with the delivery. They write and phone all the time. Martha checks in on them often too. She cried when Rose told her the child's middle name was Cora ❤️ and considers her her grandchild.

-She loves thunderstorms. It reminds her of the midwest (And Roberts is afraid of them actually, I HC that that's the first time he went to her room early in their marriage not for their marital duties but in case "she was scared" and she let him get away with it)

-She used to love being barefoot in the rain as a child. (Before the money, before her parents aspirations at high society) and she misses it. That's the one thing she wants to do before she dies. Robert promises he ll make it happen for her once her treatment is underway.

[dragonflylady77]

i'm in your corner

Rating: G | 1068 words | Billy and Max are good siblings

B1 - professional basketball for @harringrovesummerbingo

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Summary:

Max corners Billy at Lucas's basketball game and makes him talk about his feelings.

“You’re late.”

Billy huffed and grabbed the lanyard with the VIP pass that Max was holding out to him before following her through the double doors. “Not everyone is lucky to work from home and live within ten minutes of the stadium where their husband plays basketball, Maxine.”

“Excuses, excuses, William,” Max replied, not even looking back at him. “Pretty sure you were making out with your boyfriend and that’s why you had to rush.”

“First of all, I don’t have a boyfriend, and in case you forgot, I live, and work, on the other side of town.” They got to their seats in the VIP section and something occurred to Billy. He looked around, in case Roscoe was hiding or sitting with her grandparents, but they didn’t seem to be there either. “What did you do with my niece?”

“She’s with Lucas’s parents, they were going to see Erica up in L.A. and Roscoe wanted to see her auntie.” Max put down her handbag before going over to the nearest stand to get a drink. She nodded towards the selection to Billy who pointed at the water.

“And you’re okay with her missing school?” Billy said, taking his bottle from Max with a thank you nod, and sat down. 

“She’s six years old, Billy, I hardly think it matters if she misses two days of school on either side of a weekend. She is very excited to go to Disneyland.” Max sat next to him and took a sip of her water. “They took Rosie with them as well, as you probably know.”

“I think Steve mentioned something about it,” he said, fully aware he couldn’t lie to his sister. She’d always been able to tell, ever since they’d met when his dad married her mom, when Billy was fifteen and Max eleven.

“I bet he did,” Max said with a satisfied smirk.

“Oh my god, stop it! You keep trying to make this thing between me and Steve into more than it is. We just… enjoy spending time together.”

“Billy—”

Whatever Max was going to say was interrupted by the MC stepping onto the court and welcoming everyone to the charity game, reminding all the guests the aim of the evening was to raise funds for a queer youth shelter.

The teams ran onto the court a moment later, to a standing ovation. Max and Billy joined the rest of the crowd, cheering and whistling, sitting back as the game started.

Billy knew better than to try and talk to Max while the game was on. His sister’s attention was fully on her husband and his team during each quarter, affording Billy time to really think about what he was going to tell Max when she circled back to the topic of how much time he was spending with Steve.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket but didn’t dare take it out, lest he incurred the wrath of Max. He’d agreed to go over to Steve’s after the game; he’d even packed a bag for the weekend since Steve was unexpectedly child free. Now Billy knew why.

Max joking about him and Steve getting married that day at the beach had freaked him out and he hadn’t seen Steve while his daughter was around since. Clearly, they hadn’t been careful enough and he felt bad about that. They’d agreed at the start that this thing between them would remain casual. As a single dad, Steve didn’t want to risk his daughter getting attached to the people he was seeing, not unless he was serious about them.

While Rosie had met Billy a few times, she knew him as Roscoe’s Uncle Billy, not as her dad’s… whatever. Ugh. Billy really hated that they hadn’t put a label on this… situationship, or whatever Max had called it. He still wasn’t quite sure what that word meant, exactly, but he was not about to ask her to explain it again.

The halftime buzzer sounded and Lucas came over to say hi to his wife and Billy. Once he’d gone back to his team, Max put one hand on Billy’s arm and he turned to look at her.

“Talk to me, Billy.”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” Billy said with a shrug. She didn’t need him to say anything for her to take an idea and run with it, that was obvious enough.

“Come on, you’re my big brother, I know you. You don’t do casual. You have hook-ups, or you’re in a committed relationship. This situationship thing, it’s not you.”

Billy sighed. “Max, I really like him, okay?” He rolled his eyes when he took in Max’s shit eating grin. “Yeah, yeah, are you happy now?”

“I mean…”

“It doesn’t matter. He told me at the start that he doesn’t date, because of Rosie.”

“What do you mean?” 

“He’s very peculiar about who he brings home to meet his kid.”

“But Rosie’s met you, a bunch of times, so what’s the problem?”

“Max… she knows me as Roscoe’s uncle, not her dad’s boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah, I see. So when do you see each other then?”

Billy shrugged. “The nights she’s at her grandparents’ house, or sometimes he’ll get a babysitter. Or when she’s at your house. The occasional lunch date.”

“And you’re happy with that?”

“I don’t have a choice, Max.”

“Billy…”

“No. Don’t. I’ll just… take what I can get, okay? And then, once he’s had enough of sneaking around, or when he meets the girl he wants to take home to meet his child, I’ll just… learn to live with that, I guess.”

“And what? Move back to Seattle? You only just came home!”

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll discreetly avoid him, or something. Can’t be that hard, I mean, I hadn’t met him before Roscoe’s party.”

“You deserve to be happy, you know that, right? You deserve love, no matter what Neil said.”

“I know. I promise. But that thing with Steve… it is what it is, and there’s nothing I can do about it, so I would appreciate if you stayed out of it.”

“Fine. But I’ll keep working on my best woman speech anyway.”

“Oh my god! Shut up!”

“You first.” Max’s cackle was drowned by the third period buzzer.

Despite all her pushiness, Billy was happy he had his sister in his corner.

[leeehye]

Angel… (M.Y/1)

“people like me break beautiful things…”

[summary] Y/n’s life seem to be miserable and filled with bad luck. Until a mysterious man comes into her life taking her loneliness away yet there can be more to his mystery.

[warnings] language, violence/blood, mentions of sex, alcohol, assault 🔞, angst, smut (later on), behavior, smoking

[a/n] I got inspired through Jimin’s song Angel but for YOONGI with Agust D! it might be just a drabble I’m still not sure I am just so full of ideas! I have a lot I want to post! ❤️‍🔥 LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK 💭 ENJOY!

WC: 3.0k 🖤

It was a Friday night and my boss had made me work extra time. Which I couldn’t deny, I needed the extra money if there was a chance. Being so late at night I had to walk home since calling Namjoon was useless at this point. 

Thunder started to roar and I wasn’t going to lie, it got scary. I hated thunder and mostly when being alone at night. My mom would always hold me tight during a thunderstorm and dad would get hot chocolate for me and I would feel safe. Unfortunately she had passed away along with my father when I was just 10, and since then my brother Namjoon and I had to look after eachother.

Water droplets started to fall on my head and I quietly groaned placing my hand on my forehead trying to get a clear view as the rain got harder. As I walk noises started to come from behind me. I didn’t want to keep scaring myself so I tried to ignore it until a whistle made my nervousness grow. I started to walk faster, and someone grabbed me harshly by my purse pulling me back harshly.

“Where are you heading this late cutie?” a guy said smirking looking down at me pulling me away with him. I stayed quiet trying to fight my way out of his grip but he touched me against a wall in a dark alley. 

“Leave me alone!” I screamed, failing at trying to stay calmed, the man came closer.

“Did you hear that guys? Little princess here thinks we’re letting her go without having fun first” he said as he rested his hand on my waist squeezing it hard holding my hands harshly bring tears into my eyes.

I whimpered in pain trying to get out but another guy came from behind ans started to brush his hands on me.

“Stop it!” I yelled trying to step on their feet as the guy was attacking my neck, but suddenly a deep voice made him stop.

“Didn’t you hear the girl asshole?” a voice said but I couldn’t see his face, the rain and wet hair on my face made it hard to. The guys stepped away from me and I got ready to make a run for it. The man that had grabbed me scoffed as the mysterious man got closer. They were starting to argue and I couldn’t take it. I was shaking.

“Come on man, you can have a turn as well, even…you can be first if you like…she looks like a virgin…” the guy said laughing but he was suddenly silenced when the man landed a punch on his face, making me gasp covering my mouth quickly. As the guy got up from the floor the other guy went to him and started attacking him, I noticed a shiny thing, a blade. I squinted trying to make out the figures and the guy got up and started to attack the mysterious man. 

I couldn’t just stay there, I looked around and saw an old baseball bat, grabbing a hold of it I swung it up hitting the guy who fell unconsious and the mysterious man punched the other one before quickly grabbing my wrist pushing the bat out of my hands pulling me out of the alley running out and I couldn’t argue he had helped me so I followed him.

Hearing the guy cursing at us, the mysterious man pulled me into a dark space between two shops hiding us in there he held me against the wall as his arms trapped me between him and the wall, the silhouette of his head seemed to be watching out making sure we had lost the other two, I could only hear our heavy breathing and the pouring rain.

We stayed quiet for a few seconds, the rain still falling on us and we were soaking wet, after a while he finally moved away from me standing in front of me. I flnched as soon as I heard his deep voice again.

“Are you stupid?” he asked and I just stayed quiet looking down feeling a bit guilty, I got him beat up but still he can’t be calling me stupid. I don’t even know him.

“It isn’t my fault!” I exclaimed, before quickly reaching for my phone turning on the flashlight pointing it at him who winced at the sudden light. My hand covered my mouth seeing his bleeding lip and a big scar that went down his right eye.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry…does it hurt?” I quickly asked about to touch his eye but he held my wrist stopping me from touching him.

“I’m fine…where do you live?” he asked coldly as I was still worried about his wounds.

“Um…about four more blocks…don’t worry I can leave from here” I said and he scoffed.

“And what have yourself caught by those assholes again? Yeah for sure, walk I’ll follow…” he said pulling me out of our hiding spot and I decided to not argue he was already to beaten up and he was partially right I couldn’t risk being caught by those assholes again.

Walking to my building, I walked up the stairs to the very top the outside lights were on and I started typing in my code before looking at him.

“Um let me take care of your wounds…it’s the least I can do after you helped me out there” I whispered and he looked up at me as his hands were in his pockets.

“You talk too much, just go in…” he said, waving me off making a face and I frowned my eyebrows. Opening my door I quickly grabbed him from his sleeve and pulled him inside my apartment, it was small and girly, it wasn’t very big either.

“Sit down…” I said to the mysterious man as I ran to the bathroom grabbing towels and the first aid kit before going to him. I gently wrapped a towel around his shoulders before wrapping one around me. Being concentrated on getting the right ointment for his lip wound I saw him looking around my place.

“It might sting a bit…” I said resting my hand on the back of his head as I slowly pressed the cotton pad on his wound as he flinched trying to move away.

“Sorry…it’ll be better by tomorrow…” I whispered softly reaching for a little bandit putting it on the scratch on his forehead.

“Um how did you get that scar?” I asked without thinking while putting away the things and he scoffed.

“What are we getting to know each other now? We should have a sleepover?” he said coldly but sarcastically and I widened my eyes quickly getting up.

“I…you’re right…sorry…um but still thank you for—” 

“Y/n someone broke in—!” Namjoon came in running into the room holding one of my pink vases.

“What…Who the hell is this?” he asked as the man got up pulling my pink towel off of him, handing it to me.

“None of your concern…I’m going” he mumbled and I couldn’t say anything before he was out of my place. Once he was gone I turned to Namjoon throwing the wet towel at him.

“You’re such an idiot! He came and saved me while you didn’t pick up my calls!” I yelled at him before rolling my eyes heading to the bathroom.

☁️ NEXT DAY ☁️

I walked into the coffee shop the next day, tired but I had no other choice, I had to work to pay my tuition and bills. Tying on my apron I made sure coffee machines, and everything needed was ready for the day. In a few minutes Jia and Jimin made their way inside. Back story of us, they were my co-workers and we were good friends. I met Jia first though and we are best friends.

“Hey girl!” Jia said, smiling, approaching me behind the counter putting on her apron.

“You seem tired, '' Jimin added and I nodded, closing my eyes gently.

“Ugh…I know exams are kicking my butt! And last night was ugh…” I said giggling gently massaging my shoulders.

“But either way, Namjoon isn’t much of a help” I said and we stayed and talked for a few minutes until people started arriving.

We were busy for a while, and I was packed with taking orders while Jimin worked on the drinks and Jia on the pastries, taking another order and I looked up to take the next order, only to see…the mysterious man from last night.

“Y-You?” I asked quietly surprised of how small the world was making us see each other, or was it meant to be? He cleared his throat looking up at the menu, before looking at me almost acting like he had never seen me. I frowned a bit confused, he probably didn’t recognize me? Did he had short term memory lost? Nah he seemed healthy and…good looking I had to admit. He had pretty eyes, his right one decored with the scar and his milky white skin was glowing.

“Um…may I take your order?” I asked, now myself acting like he was a stranger, which he was.

“Um…One americano…” he mumbled taking out his wallet handing me a $20. Ugh this man was really like a black coffee, he was serious as heck and now he was going to make me count change. After a minute of taking out the right change I handed it to him.

“It’ll be out…shortly” I finished off quietly as he had already walked away before I finished my sentence. Asshole.

Jimin had finished the black coffee in seconds and other drinks and I went and took them to the tables, I stopped by with some nice old ladies leaving their drinks before finishing at the mysterious guy’s table. He was looking out the window playing with a lighter, on and off the lighter went and he took out a cigarette placing it in between his lips. My eyes widened and headed over to him.

“You can’t smoke here” I said quickly and without thinking I had taken the cigarette out of his mouth. Both of our eyes widened but mine were bigger while he glanced at me.

“Sorry…sorry here…I…here’s your coffee as well…” I said quickly setting the cigarette on the table with his coffee. I gently bowed making my embarrassment more obvious, I slightly saw him scoff showing a smirk. 

“You’re a responsible one huh?” he said taking something from his pocket, the change from earlier that it felt like an eternity to count, he looked at me and placed it in my apron’s pocket. I was left frozen on the spot. 

“Um…what are–” before I could ask what he was doing a voice made me turn around.

“You! Worker!” a woman from the corner yelled signaling me to go to her, releasing a sigh I went over to her and forced a smile, screw customer service. Reaching to her, she was tap his long polish nails on the table.

“Yes ma’am do you need something?” I asked politely and she rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t need anything would I?” she responded harshly making the customers around the place turn to watch what was happening. Jia had started recording in case this woman had other things in mind and Jimin was ready with the phone. 

“Then what do you need ma’am?” I asked, trying to contain my patience.

“I want a refund. This was the wrong order” she said, making a face at the food on the table. I slightly rolled my eyes and grabbed her ticket, slowly looking through the items on her table.

“Well everything you ordered is the exact same thing you have on the table, and I always repeat your order at the counter…and even if it was wrong ma’am…we don’t do refunds for a half drank coffee and a almost finished breakfast sandwich” I said teaching her a lesson making her snatch her ticket out of my hand. She stood up resting her hand on her hip and pushed on my shoulder with her other hand. 

“Please do not touch me,” I said sternly slapping her hand away seeing her getting angry

“You little bitch! It was the wrong order! Just make a new one that’s your job!” she yelled at me.

“I can’t make a new one! You already ate it! Meaning there’s nothing wrong!” I yelled back at her losing my patience, she scoffed looking at me with disgust before swinging her hand up about to slap me, and I was ready to receive it, I wasn’t fast enough to move, that’s went a bitter smell mixed with smoke came to my nose, and no pain was felt.

Opening my eyes, the mysterious man had held the woman’s hand stopping her from slapping me. She gasped being her dramatic self starting to yell trying to look at me, who was now standing behind the mysterious man’s tall figure.

“I think you should leave” the man said blankly to the woman who was raging with anger, she snatched her hand from his grip and pushing the food to the floor leaving a mess and some got on my apron an some on my cheek. She grabbed her things and made her way out. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath in, before grabbing a napkin wiping my apron before cleaning my face.

I didn’t say anything and just moved to the floor placing the broken plate and glass pieces on the tray, on the corner of my eyes I see him kneel down helping me with the glass pieces. I widened my eyes and didn’t pay attention causing a glass to wound my finger, making me wince.

“Do you have to deal with stupid people like that?” he asked and I shrugged.

“It’s rare believe it or not…but when it happens…god” I whispered and he nodded. That’s when Jimin came with the mop and broom and he started to clean the food and the spilled beverage. Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, I took the tray with the broken dishes and into the disposal. As I turned around the mysterious man was behind me making me gasp. 

“You scared me” I mumbled while he grabbed my wrist looking at the cut on my finger as he took a bandit out from his pocket wrapping it around my finger. He let go of my hand and made his way out of the shop.

“What did just happen?” Jimin’s voice made me jump making me turn my head, going over to him behind the counter I leaned over it and watched the mysterious man leaving throw the glass windows. “I would like to know that too” I whispered looking down at my finger.

[ ✨ LATER ✨]

Locking the shop’s doors I fixed the tote bag on my shoulder seeing the text message I sent Namjoon, he left me on read again. Fuck you Namjoon.

I started walking home, thankfully it wasn’t as late as yesterday, but keeping my head down on my phone my head suddenly bumped into someone’s chest, I quickly looked up.

“Ow…”

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to where you’re going?” the mysterious man said, somehow I had remembered his voice and could probably recognize it anywhere. “That’s why assholes find you as a target” he added taking my phone out of my hands into his pocket.

“Hey! My–look I had…a frustrating and tiring day to deal with you now…thank you for helping me, but I have to get home before it gets dark” I said trying to grab my phone from him but he was faster and grabbed my wrist. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked me and I frowned my eyebrows puzzled at his question, he had helped me out twice and I guess I trusted him, but it still depends for what.

“I…I guess but–” I mumbled but I didn’t finsh before he took off running with me not letting go. With me yelling the whole way longing for a break he took me inside a building, which seemed to be an empty one and abandoned, since we took the stairs.

“Hey! Water break!” I yelled before he stopped and I was breathing heavily, god I regretted telling him that I trusted him.

“You talk too much” he mumbled and pulled me out, we were now on the rooftop of the building, I was slightly blinded by the sun, but then I realized how pretty the sunset was. We got closer to the edge and I slowly held on from the railing. Taking in the view of the city, slowly looking up seeing the blue sky tinted with red and pink. A smile appeared on my face, I hadn’t smiled in so long it felt so relaxing.

“Do you like it?” the mysterious man asked softly making me look at him still smiling. 

“Are you kidding? The view from here is amazing…I had never seen the city like this and the sunset is beautiful…” I said softly and I heard his lighter go off. 

He had lit a cigarette and started to smoke, taking a hit of his cigarette and slowly letting the smoke out.

“I can lend this place to you…meaning we can share it” he said holding the cigarette before continuing. What did he mean?

“What? What do you mean?” I asked looking at him who was standing a few feet from me. 

“I found this place first, and I thought the same thing you did…I guess being here it takes my mind off things or just helps me forget any shit…you know?” he said releasing some smoke.

I slowly nodded and moved closer slowly. “Well, if you don’t mind sharing this place…I will take your offer…I think you helped me find my new favorite place” I said smiling looking back again to the view. Until something hit me, this man was a walking mystery I had told this man that I trusted him, and he had already saved me twice. He showed me this wonderful place and I didn’t even know his name.

“By the way…what’s your name?” I asked turning my head to him again as his movements came to a stop. Slowly pulling the cigarette from his lips he glanced at me staring at me for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and his deep voice spoke.

“Yoongi…”

to be continued…

This one is another series I wanted to post and I am so excited for this one! I will be working on these series along with (a dare after all) and (sweet truth)

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Request! Comment or asks 🙏 thank you for all the love 💕 LET ME KNOW YOUR FAVORITE PART I WAS FREAKING OUT WHILE WRITING THIS. ❤️‍🔥

Currently working on a dare after all PT.3 🤭

[justanothercmblog]

Why didn't you try? - Part 2

Summary: Matilda doesn't understand why her dad never seemed to put his family first.

genre: angst

pairing: Spencer Reid & teen!daughter

Part 1

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“Tills?”, he cautiously asked after knocking on the door to Emily’s office and stepping in. She was sat on the couch near the window and had her legs pulled in like she usually did when she got anxious. She peered up at him and they both could tell that the other had been crying. 

“Baby I’m so so sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that, I would never want to… I would never want to hurt you, you know that right?”, he rushed to speak after closing the door behind him. 

She bit down on her lip and nodded carefully, peering up at her dad who had stepped closer. 

“Can I sit with you?”, he asked and pointed to the other end of the couch. She nodded. “I shouldn’t have talked to you and Penny like that.” She admitted then, looking down into her lap whistle Spencer sat down on the couch with her. 

“I … I don’t understand what’s happening with you sweetheart. You’ve always been my little Tilly, talking like that just isn’t like you. I know everything with your mom and I is affecting you, I just … I feel like I don’t know you anymore,” he told her softly, gauging her reaction at that. “I’m not a little kid anymore,” was all she said, still not meeting her dad’s eye. “I know..”, he sighed. “You’re too grown-up and clever for your own good.” 

“Mom …”, she stopped herself. It wasn’t her place to tell him how her mom was doing. She just felt so alone with it. So responsible to make sure she was okay. “Hm?”, he questioned her but she shook her head again. 

“I won’t force you to stay with me this week Tilly. I get it if you’d rather stay home with mom.” He could see his daughter clenching her jaw, clearly holding something back. Of course he wanted her to stay with him, wanted to spend as much time as possible with her, but not if she really didn’t want to be there that badly. 

“So you don’t want me either then..”, she finally stuttered out, resentment and hurt evident in her small voice. 

“What?”, he asked in disbelief. “No that’s not what I’m saying Tills, I want you with me all of the time, don’t ever think that! And what do you mean either?”, he panicked while his daughter's bottom lip quivered dangerously. 

“You didn’t want Mom anymore, you didn’t want us.. and now mom doesn’t want me with her either and you don’t want me because I’m such a mess and I’m mean,” she finally said and couldn’t stop the tears from running down her cheek as she tried to keep the sobs from whacking through her body. 

Spencer’s heart dropped as he heard the words leaving his daughter’s lips. How could she ever think that he didn’t want her, wanted them? That her mom didn’t want her? It made all sense now, however, how she’s been acting. 

He vehemently shook his head. “No. Matilda, you’ve got it all wrong baby. We love you so so so much, it hurts how much we love you!”. he scooted closer to his daughter. “Look at me baby, please look at me buttercup.”, he automatically used the special nickname for her and she peered up cautiously. 

“What happened between me and your mom has absolutely nothing to do with you or how much either one of us loves you. I am sure mom is just as heartbroken that you’re with me this week as I am when you’re with her, she told you to stay with me because she knows how much I love you and that you’re safe with me baby, not because she doesn’t want you with her!” 

Matilda nodded though her tears kept rolling. “But why didn’t you..”, she hiccuped, “why didn’t you try?”. Spencer's brows furrowed together in confusion. “Try what honey?” “Mom … Mom loves you. And you love mom and me don’t you? I thought you did but… you didn’t.. you didn’t even try.” 

She cried hot tears now and the way she so desperately looked at him through her tears broke his heart so badly, he didn’t think he had felt worse for the entirety of the breakup. Not when he and Julia had ended it, not when they had told Matilda initially or when she vocally threw everything at him. This look of grief and desperation in his daughter’s eyes, it killed him and now he was crying too because deep down he knew his daughter was right. 

He hadn’t tried enough. he had prioritised work on and on again. Julia had given him so many warnings. Had told him on and on again that she couldn’t do it much longer, that he had promised to step back. But he didn’t. Pushed it to the future again and again, cas after case and hadn’t realised that Julia was slowly but surely distancing herself from him, putting up her guard and preparing to leave or rather kick him out. 

“Buttercup..”, he pressed out. “I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you or your mom. I love you both so much.” 

“Then why aren’t you doing anything!”, his daughter cried. “Mom cries every night and she thinks I don’t hear her, but I do! And it hurts! I just sit there and listen to her cry, all alone. And it’s all your fault!”, she sobbed, hugging her legs and hiding her face. 

He breathed through the tears, trying desperately to compose himself, he was the grown-up here, he was supposed to be strong for his daughter. Her words though. They cut deep because he knew they were true and he hadn’t even realised how badly his daughter was affected by it, how badly Julia was. 

“Baby you’re not alone. I promise you’re not. But .. But you’re right.”, he spoke trying to contain his voice. “You are absolutely right, I didn’t have my priorities straight, I really really messed up. I hurt your mom beyond belief, I don’t think we’ll be able to repair this buttercup. I don’t deserve another chance and your mom shouldn’t have to give me another one..” 

“But she loves you! She does! And you love her! It’s so easy!”, Matilda interrupted him. He sighed. Oh to see the world as black and white as his daughter did. If only their love would be enough. There was a tiny part of him that wanted to believe her, that wanted to hope again, but he didn’t know how he could salvage what he had already messed up. Hearing that Julia had been taking it this hard shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him, but he had genuinely thought that she had thought and planned this all so long that she’d be okay. And now he was hearing that his daughter was listening to her mom cry every night, that she was in a way all alone with her feelings about this all. He felt terrible. 

“Tills, I am so sorry baby. Can I … can I please give you a hug?”, he asked softly as he scooted towards her, he wanted to make it all okay for her again so badly. He saw her pressing her lips together tightly before she nodded carefully and he pulled her into his arms. She clung to him tightly and he brushed her hair calmingly while she cried into his shoulder. He shifted a little so that he had his little girl in his lap and could just hold her safe. 

“We will be okay buttercup. I promise you we will be okay. We love you so much baby. We will all be okay.”, he reassured her, his own mind still racing as he rocked her until she seemed to calm down. She didn’t move, just hid her face in his chest and breathed in the calming scent of her dad. It had been a long time since she had last sat in his lap, let him hold her, she had almost forgotten how safe he usually made her feel. 

Spencer didn’t say more, he just held his daughter. She had grown up so much and suddenly it hit him all at once how much he had missed. How right she was when she said he didn’t really know her. “Dad?”, her cracked voice brought him back. “Yes baby?” “Can we go home?”, her small voice questioned. “Of course.”, he didn’t need to think about that. “Do you want to go home to mom?”, he asked cautiously, trying his best to sound as nonchalant as possible but his daughter shook her head. “I want to stay with you.” His heart felt like it was healing a tiny bit, lifted from the pit of his stomach, not in place yet but better. “Okay, let’s get us together a little and go get our stuff, hm? I’ll tell Emily we’re going home.” 

After the two of them had wiped away their tears, especially Tilly struggling with that a little bit, they left the office and were met with stolen gazes from the team. Matilda went towards the conference room to get her bag and he packed his satchel before he moved over to take Emily to the side.  “I’m taking the next week off.” “Of course, Reid, take all the time you need.” “Don’t call me for cases either, Matilda needs me right now and I’ll not be answering my phone.” “Okay. Reid, you know that everyone here would understand it if you were to step down right?” He swallowed harshly. “It might be too late for that now.”, he muttered sadly. “Talk to Matilda, talk to Julia, do what’s best for your family, okay? Don’t worry about us.” He nodded and grabbed his phone typing out a message that was long overdue. *Can we talk, please? I’ve taken the week off.*

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a/n: Thank you so much for all the love on Part 1! I really enjoy writing these kinds of scenarios so it means a lot when they are so well received! Let me know what you think and what else you'd like to read from me! xx

[ragingbookdragon]

The others pressed their lips into thin lines, eyebrows arching on their foreheads as they watched the two brothers stand toe to toe. All at once, Price whistled. “Everyone out. Let them have the room.”

He blinked, watching as his superior, Laswell, and the others, Price, Gaz, and Soap, shuffled towards the door; Soap paused and looked back and Ghost, a silent glance between them before the door shut, leaving the two Riley’s alone.

“Why did you come back?” Ghost asked bluntly and he watched his middle brother for a moment.

“There’s no defining moment of ‘back,’ Simon,” he shrugged. “I’m not back to hug you and catch up on years of lost time. I’m here for work.”

“Oh, so you just happened to be handpicked by Laswell for this mission?”

“Pretty much. Just like Price handpicked you to be in the taskforce.” He narrowed his gaze. “The Sergeant, though? Never thought fire and explosives was your type of man.”

Ghost took a step forward, anger in his voice as he seethed, “You don’t get to talk about Soap like that. Or me. You don’t know us.”

“Mmm, I do, but you’re free to disagree.”

“You don’t know me!” Ghost shouted. “You left us! You abandoned us! I took care of our family! You left! Like a fucking coward!”

He simply stared at him. “Are you done?”

“No,” he retorted, almost choked up. “I’m not. I’m fucking pissed. I carried everyone and you fucked off to God knows wherever like a fucking free man.” Ghost glared at him with a hint of pain in his gaze. “I stayed.”

“I got out, Simon. You’re right, I left. I was the eldest, and I should’ve stayed. But I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to take care of mom and Tommy for the rest of my life dragging his ass to and from rehab because he couldn’t make it stick. I wanted to live my own life away from it. So, yes, I saw my chance at freedom, and I left. And I may still be haunted by what happened to our family, but I don’t regret leaving.” He looked at Simon with pride. “It won’t mean much coming from me, but I am glad you stayed. I’m glad someone stayed.”

“Yeah, well it didn’t mean much in the end, did it?”

He met Simon’s gaze, surprised at the unshed tears in them. “You left, and I held everyone together and then I got them killed. And all I have is you left.”

He smiled tightly. “I know, Simon.”

“All I have, is you.” Ghost’s voice held a level of despondence; he looked away. “But fuck…sometimes I still can’t be mad because I understand.” His gaze turned down and he sat down in the chair, his brother following suit. “You had the courage to leave and not look back. I didn’t.”

“No, Simon, I had the fear that if I didn’t leave, I’d end up like dad or Tommy. I left to save my own skin. I didn’t leave out of some type of self-righteous journey. You stayed because you cared. And that…” he let out a deep sigh and slumped his shoulders. “That’s why you’ve always been the better man out of us all. And even if it isn’t worth a single thought in your mind…I am sorry for leaving you. I…I should’ve taken you with me, Simon.”

Simon watched him for a moment, before he slumped his elbows on his knees and brushed his leg against his older brother’s. “I’m still pissed, y’know?”

“…Yeah.”

“And we’re not perfect. Won’t be for a long time. Maybe ever.”

“I know.”

Simon blinked. “I have missed you though.”

He smiled at him. “I missed you, little brother.”

[boobo13cambridge]

Meilleur buteur | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Kinks: big cock, praise, body worship, nippleplay, size kink, spanking,  dirty talk, oral (m.receiving), overstimulation,

A/N: Hello, everyone! This was actually a request that someone sent from my previous account. I wasn't too sure about posting it again because I wanted to start with a clean slate on this account but I couldn't let go of it. So, once again I hope you enjoy it 😅🥰

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201 goals.

Paris Saint-Germain's all-time top scorer 

Kylian Mbappé.

He had done it. You have never been so proud in your life than watching the love of your life score his 201st goal and imprint his name in the club’s history. You weren’t even embarrassed by the few tears you had shed, you were so proud of your boyfriend. You had seen how much he had struggled coming back from the World Cup in Qatar and getting injured just to see his team lose three consecutive matches. But, you always had faith in him, standing by his side and supporting him through his ups and downs. 

You saw him search the crowd for you, blowing you a kiss after catching your eye. You heard Ethan snicker beside you as quickly wiped the few tears that managed to escape, nudging him playfully, mumbling a quick tais-toi. After the final whistle blew, you waited with Kylian’s family to make your way down the pitch to congratulate him. 

You gather near the tunnel entrance excitedly chatting with Kylian’s dad and sister-in-law, as you wait for Kylian to walk through on his way to accept the trophy the club had prepared for him. You casually joke with Ethan saying how he waited till the end to score because they only made one trophy. 

As Kylian came out of the tunnel, a huge smile split your face as you clapped along with the others. God, you were so so proud of him. You were the luckiest girl in the world to be able to spend every day with this wonderful man by your side. As he walked towards you and his family, you waited till it was your turn before engulfing him in a huge hug and planting a kiss on his cheek. 

“Je suis tellement fière de toi, mon amour”, you whispered in his ear as he hugged you tightly, lifting you up slightly. ("I'm so proud of you, my love")

“Merci, bébé. Je t’aime.”, he replied back with a wink and a slight tap on your ass before making his way up to the stage. You blushed as you saw Tchaga try to hide his laughter at his best friend’s actions. 

Letting Kylian celebrate with his teammates, you made your way home where you had organized a surprise party for Kylian as you knew for sure that he would score today. You made sure everything was set and that the cake with a big 201 in the middle was ready for when your boyfriend came back from the stadium. You had his location on your phone, so when you saw that he had arrived at your home, you quickly shushed everyone as Kylian’s dad lit the firecracker candles just as Kylian opened the door.

“FÉLICITATIONS!” 

Kylian looked around in shock before a huge grin split his face as he rushed to accept a hug from his mom.“Bravo, mon fils je suis très très fière de toi. Je t’aime fort”, she praised him, giving him a motherly kiss on his forehead. “Merci, maman. Je t’aime aussi.”, he replied hugging her one last time. Seeing all his family and close friends surprising him made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. And of course, in the middle of everyone, there was you. His love. His life. His heartbeat. You were the greatest comfort in his life and he thanked his lucky stars every day for having you by his side every step of the way. 

It was quite late when everyone left, leaving the young couple in their room exhausted. There you were cuddling under the blanket, your leg draped over his, and your head snuggled into his firm chest. You could hear his heart beating steadily, almost lulling you to sleep. You felt Kylian’s hands roam your back, tracing your spine, and settling down on your ass. He gives it a firm squeeze causing you to look up at him with an exasperated look knowing exactly where he was headed with this. “Allez, mon amour. Ne ne regarde pas comme ça.” he said cheekily. “I just became the club’s all-time top scorer, I’m allowed to squeeze some ass.”, he finishes giving you behind a firm slap. ("C'mon my love. Don't look at me like that.")

You couldn't help but laugh at him being so adorable. “I guess you are allowed some ass, mon champion.”, you reply back slowly trailing your hand down his stomach and cupping him over his boxers. Kylian was unofficially allergic to clothes so most of the time he preferred either sleeping naked or in just a pair of boxers. 

You squeezed his slowly hardening length as he let out a low groan. Slipping your hand in his boxer you slowly pulled him out and stroked him from the base all the way to the tip, swiping your thumb to spread his precum to make the glide easier. His moans were music to your ears and you had an idea. You let go of his member causing him to protest as you slowly climbed on top of him. “Let me make you feel good, bébé”, you said trailing kisses down his neck. You made sure not to leave any hickies no matter the temptation because he had another match coming up. Slowly you slid down placing soft kisses down his chest, giving his brown nipples a tweak, which made him let out the neediest whimper. “Merde, princesse, tu veux me tuer ou quoi?.” (“Shit, princess, are you trying to kill me or what?")

Giggling, you started by licking his left nipple and rubbing his other one with your fingers. He felt him squeeze your hips as he threw his head back in pleasure. Kylian had such sensitive nipples, and you always enjoyed pleasuring them. You switched to give just as much attention to the other one. Kylian felt like he was burning up, his cock was so hard and he could feel himself leaking. “Bé…bébé… s’il vous plait… j’ai besoin de toi…” he whimpered needing to feel you around him. (“Bé…bébé… please… I need you…”)

You didn't want to tease him too much, so you continued your path down his stomach, carefully sliding his boxers off. You gulped looking at his swollen cock. He truly had a pretty looking one if you could say that. The head was sticky, beads of precum leaking down his shaft. It was always a struggle taking him because not only was he long, but he was also considerably thick.

Wanting to tease him just a little, you started off by breathing on the tip of his dick and licked it lightly. You felt him twitching in your hand as you heard Kylian swearing. Remembering all the tips and the tips and tricks you learned from reading Cosmopolitan magazine (and watching a few pornos for educational purposes only), you licked him from the base to the tip, tracing the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. “Fuck… bébé… just put me in your mouth…putain…” Kylian hissed, tangling his hands in your hair and guiding your mouth albeit a little rough so you could take his aching cock. Sucking in your cheeks, you let him guide you up and down his thick cock. 

Kylian wanted to look at you but the pleasure of hitting the back of your throat and your choking had his eyes rolling back. Although it was a bit hard to breathe as he kept ramming himself down your throat, you took it as you wanted to reward your man after all he deserved it for having accomplished such a big feat. You made sure to fondle his heavy balls to make him cum. “Merde… I’m so close…” 

Fuck, the sight of Kylian with his face twisted in pleasure made you moan around him as you felt your panties soak. The vibrations from your mouth seemed to do it for him as he came in your mouth pressing your face to his pelvis. You swallowed everything he gave you as he slowly pulled you off his sensitive cock. You gave the tip of his cock one last lick causing him to yelp due to sensitivity which made you laugh. 

Giving you a playful glare, he pulled you up and kissed you on the lips, tasting himself in the process. “Mmmm, t’es génial, mon ange.” he praised you. “Anything for you, world star.” you giggled nipping his lower lip. You thought after an exhausting match and an orgasm, he would be tired but one thing about this man is that you should never make the mistake of underestimating him (or his stamina). “Your turn, bébé”, he said quickly flipping you on your back before you could protest. 

Let’s just say, the next day, it definitely wasn’t him that couldn’t walk straight.