#bloo shut up

[markmaker36]

I'm very well aware that @ask-shane's askbox is closed rn, and I respect that, but he NEEDS this.

You know. For Pride Month! 😁

Carry on!

(Also before anyone asks, feel free to use it, credit or no credit!)

[bloos-bloo]

Sozo made me mad so I took away his leg

Sozo ref sheet- he’s isolated cause drawing him made my legs hurt >:( I forgot to add this on to the ref but my version of Sozonius does suffer from DID (dissociative identity disorder) his main trigger is when his stressed or going through withdrawal (a rare one for him)

Edit: I was unaware MPD was outdated! I fixed it <3

The lamb and bishops redesigns are here too :D

[eclipsecrowned]

danae: tries to show even a scrap of empathy towards w*sker for how her family set him on the path that ended with all of that. chris:

[secrosss]

new dunmesh ep was so fucking awesome i am going to eat my foot

[jkriordanverse]

The most unrealistic thing about the Crows is that Jesper & the Crows don't make fun of Kaz more often. Like your friend's spitting lines rivalling Edgelord and pining for a girl he doesn't even have the wits to confess. I mean i imagine Nina & Jesper pressing their ear to the door whenever Kaz is alone with Inej like

Nina: OMG HIS HEARTBEAT IS PICKING UP

Jesper: OMG OMG *squeals in no.1 kanej shipper*

or Kaz just spitting out some edgy/iconic lines but at this point his friends are so done with him an-

Kaz: This city's price is bloo-

Nina: SHUT UPPPPPPP!!!

or everytime Helnik or Wesper's having a moment together and Kaz makes it all un-romantic/makes a face they're like

Wylan: You're just jealous you can't even talk to Inej without blubbering some nonsense. >:(

or Inej sitting on Kaz's office chair and mimmicking him everytime she gets mad at him bc he did sth shitty

[gthmangl]

the uniform

trigger warnings: noncon,violence,jonathan,roleplay?,mentions of murder,power imbalance,professor/student,misogyny,established relationship,mentions of blood,not mentioned but age gap

prof!jonathan crane x fem!student!reader

author’s note: this is absolutely NOT lore accurate,so don’t come for me if i got anything wrong,i was just playing around with the idea of jonathan’s crush on sherry. also english is not my first language so sorry for grammatical mistakes and errors.

the minutes passing by felt like hours as you waited for professor crane to finish grading the other students’ papers. the silence made it even worse,interrupted in intervals by the old clock in his office. he called on you in class,told you to meet him in his office. as per usual. even if your peculiar relationship prevailed in the last few months you still felt uneasy sitting on the run down leather couch.

he seemed unusually tense this day. you noticed it even when he was teaching. he was jittery,getting easily annoyed by the students. you didn’t know what was up and you didn’t dare to ask. his huffing and sighing as he aggressively wrote something and tossed the papers to the side made your heart drop to your stomach. the anxiety in your chest making you fear what he had in store for you today. most days it was just you bent over his desk,your stockings torn as he pounded into you from behind. he was always aggressive with you. always pulling on your hair or giving you a few slaps to shut you up.

but on these days,when he was on the edge,he had the tendency to do much worse than tear your stockings and strike you across your face.

the sun had already set making the atmosphere even more agonizing. you just wanted to go home. “professor” your voice soft as you called out to him,afraid of disrupting the uncomfortable silence spread across the room. he didn’t budge,his head still in the papers. you sighed,deciding to not push it any further. you didn’t want to anger him even more. the coldness of the room gave you goosebumps,as a storm made its presence known outside. a harsh roar of thunder and heavy rain already littering the streets. and finally,professor crane stacked the papers and put them to the side.

but the anxiety in you swirled. his eyes met your for a second before he reached into his drawer pulling out a clear bag. “put this on” he threw it at you,the bag hitting your chest before falling on the couch next to you. examining the contents of the bag,inside was a neatly folded cheerleader uniform. it didn’t look brand new. in fact,it looked old. the fabric looked run down by time,though what caught your eye was the brown spots on the uniform. your brows furrowed,”is that bloo-“,your sentence was interrupted by professor crane sighing heavily.

“put it on.”

you looked up at him,still questioning the blood on the rusty uniform. “i don’t have all day” he said looking at his watch and leaning back on his chair. shutting your mouth,you pulled the uniform out from the bag. slowly,you started taking off your shirt,then stood up to unzip your skirt. you could feel his predatory gaze as you stripped in front of him. his eyes admiring the bruises on your body from the last time you two were together.

it was no secret that professor crane was a sadistic pervert. especially when it came to you. his eyes never leaving your body as you pulled over the top,then bent down to put on the skirt. getting a good view of your ass in your sheer stockings,he groaned quietly as he moved in his chair.

you turned to face him after you were done,feeling queasy about wearing an old bloody cheerleader outfit. he sat there for a few seconds before he ordered,”sit down”. you sat back down on the couch. watching him as he got off his chair and made his way to you. he sat down on the coffee table in front of you,sighing as he played with his watch. when he finally looked up,his eyes looked softer behind his glasses. his hand came up to caress your face,his fingers rough against your soft skin.

“sherry” he mumbled to himself.

your name is not sherry. who is sherry? was she the girl this uniform belonged to? was that her blood? you furrowed your brows at the name,opening your mouth to protest,but he just shushed you. his hand squeezing your chin as he spoke,”i will address you as sherry,and you’ll call me jonathan,got it?”. you were still confused,a million questions running through your head but you nodded. you were going to find out who this sherry was either way. you set your mind on that. “use your words,doll” his grip on your chin tightened.

“yes-“ you wanted to say professor,”jonathan”. he smiled,a soulless smile,”good girl”. his hand left your chin,his fingers ghosting your neck before stopping at the neckline. he took a deep breath. “i missed you” he mumbled,you could barely hear it. but you heard it. your expression remained stoic,you weren’t sure how to react to that statement. but by the looks of it,he wasn’t expecting a reaction. his fingers traced your collarbones before he spoke again,”did you miss me?”.

the lump in your throat got bigger as you nodded. again,not sure what response he was expecting. if he wanted to play a game with you,then he should’ve explained the rules first. he looked off to the side,and you weren’t sure if he was disappointed with your response. “no you didn’t” he sighed. “um…” you tried to fill in the awkward silence. what the hell was going on? why was he making you play this sherry character? who even was she? anger started to build in your stomach as those questions resurfaced again.

“did you kill her?”.

his icy blue eyes now gazed upon yours. if looks could kill,you were sure you’d be dead by now. you gulped,”sherry..i- mean”.

smack

his hand met your cheek in a harsh manner. so harsh,you fell to the floor. your cheek burned red,your vision getting blurry from the tears. “brat” he spat,”i did not give you permission to go out of character!”. oh he was insane. you already knew that,but this solidified it. his sick version of role playing made your chest tighten,as you began to sob on the floor. he stood up,yanking you by your hair. he brought you face to face to face with him,his hand now going to your neck.

pupils blown wide,he had this crazy look in his eyes. “you wanna know so bad” jonathan started rambling,an evil smile forming on his face. “yeah…i did kill her” your eyes widened,you weren’t really expecting this from your professor. even if he was crazy,you were expecting some sob story about how she was his first love and how she died tragically and he could never get over her or something like that. “why?” your voice was barely a whisper,fear rising in your chest as you were sure you crossed another boundary. “because she didn’t listen to me” he inhaled “just like you”. his grip on your neck tightening,you squirmed as you felt constricted.

“maybe i should kill you as well” removing his hand from your neck,jonathan shoved you to the floor. with the sole of his shoe he kicked you on the side of your face. you screamed from the impact,not expecting it. and then he did it again. and again. sometimes going lower and kicking you in the stomach. “are you going to listen to me now?” he stopped his assault as he crouched down to your level and gripped your face in his hand,giving you a light smack. your face was wet with tears as you nodded. clumped eyelashes looking up at him,his own blue eyes devoid of any emotion.

he threw you on the couch,getting on top of you. giving you another round of slaps on your face.

he started to rip your stockings,his hands shaking with anger. “professor-“ you whined at his aggression,but he interrupted you yelling,”i am not your professor!”. you shut your mouth,watching him take off his glasses with the same shaky hands and throwing them somewhere on the floor. after your stockings,he tore your panties with ease,as if he was possessed by some superhuman strength. “dumb bitches like you have no right to talk” he mumbled to himself,hands going to unbuckle his belt. “do you understand?” he said,taking out his hardened cock from his pants.

“yes,jonathan” you nodded,your tears staining your neck and the couch below. you didn’t dare to call him professor this time,in fear of him actually going through with his promise of killing you.

his bulbous head rubbed against your slit. humming with satisfaction at how wet you were becoming,he chuckled to himself. tapping his head on your clit a few times,he breached the barrier of your entrance. that was followed by a whine from you,still not used to his size. he didn’t give you time to adjust before he pushed his cock in your cunt completely.

“-ahh- always so tight for me” he groaned at the feeling of your warm walls around his girth,pulling him in,pulsating around him. it didn’t take long before he started pumping into you. “slow down,please pro-“ you were whining below him when his hand met the side of your face yet again. the sting from his assault earlier still present.

“you never listen to me,do you?” he started rambling,”girls like you never listen,always in their own world,always getting what they want”. he clicked his teeth as he continued,”airheads, that’s why you get thrown around later,that’s why you get abused,and then you cry about it” he said,his thrusts slowing down but still harsh enough to send you forward. “you and sherry,both useless” his hand rest on your neck now,lightly squeezing.

“are you going to kill me too,professor?”

his hand around your neck tightened at your words,veins protruding on his forehead from anger. “i could if i want to” he could feel your walls clench around him at his words. jonathan chuckled at your reaction,”dirty girl”. tears still spilled down your cheek,wetting his fingers. his blue eyes barely visible from his pupils,he stared down at your figure. face stained with tears,in sherry’s old uniform,your tights torn as his cock was splitting you open. he loved it. “i’m not going to kill you,darling” jonathan bent down to kiss you after he said that. a rare moment where he could be sweet. “but i’m going to hurt you,beyond repair” his thrusts became faster,sloppier.

you knew he was close,because after he said that he went quiet. just some huffs and groans falling from his lips. he always went quiet when he was close to cumming. your hand tried to pry off his hand on your neck,but his grip just tightened in response. closing his eyes,his breathing faltered as his hips flushed against yours. a loud groan spilled from his lips as he filled you up. ropes of white painting your walls. then he pulled out.

standing up,he watched his cum drip out of your cunt and down on the leather couch as he fastened his belt. it took you a few moments to pull yourself together,pushing yourself up on your elbows,wincing as the pain from his assault earlier shot through your body,you grabbed a few tissue from the coffee table to clean yourself. professor crane found his discarded glasses and put them on. running a hand through his hair as he straightened his suit.

he cleared his throat,”cmon,i’ll take you home”.

[catsteeth]

Hii, I love your writings❤️ Can you write Podrick Payne and the fem reader? The reader is a Jon's twin sister, the Queen in the North. And Podrick has been in love with her for years, from the moment he first saw her. The reader is aware of the situation from the beginning, and when they meet again in the North at the end of the road, she notices once again how Podrick looks at her, but the only difference is that he is not a child anymore.☆

Growing Pains🍎

A/N: Thank you sm angel baby! Now this is what I AM TALKING ABOUT!!! Girl hell yes I can… I love this concept but I am going to take some liberties with the timelines and when Podrick is introduced in the story but let's all just sit back and have fun. You didn’t specify if you wanted smut but girls just wanna have fun so I did it anyway (there will be a cut off so you know when it's coming if you wanna stop reading beforehand) Hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request!! CW: SMUT MDNI, fuff, pining, mention of prostitution, mention of alcohol, fingering, grinding,

You had a hard go of it in life. 

Being the bastard of Ned Stark and the twin of Jon Snow. Having the last name of Snow swayed every person's opinion of you. Except for one, Podrick. A squire of little influence. When he and his Lord Tyrion visited the North with the rest of the Lannister and Baratheon family, he found himself enamored with you.

At first he thought it was because of your fair beauty. Your skin had a glow to it, your eyes as well. 

As the Stark family lined up to greet the royal family you and Jon were standing behind them. An embarrassment to the family but an open embarrassment nonetheless.

As you stood there, you studied all the knights and kings guard that stood before you and your family. You thought some of them were handsome but none captured your interest really. 

That was until your brother Jon nudged you. 

“It would seem you’ve an admirer, dear sister.” He teased as you looked and saw a shorter boy with short brown hair. He was certainly a squire. As your eyes met his he looked away 

nervously. 

You looked back to Jon, “Merely a boy, Jon.” 

“Aye, as you are merely a girl.” He said with a smirk. You nudged him harder and gave him a cold and hard scowl, making him struggle to hold in laughter.

As Lord Tyrion descended from his carriage he stood beside Podrick while he waited for Robert and Nedd to be done with their reunion. However when he looked behind Nedd he noticed Nedd’s bastards giggling like children until Lady Catelyn shot them a glare that shut them up quickly.

However he also noticed how Podricks gaze was fixated on you. His face reveals how pathetically enamored he was with you. Tyrion chuckled to himself and then tugged on Podrick’s sleeve a few times until his attention returned to his Lord. 

“Yes, my Lord?” Podrick asked, 

“You are appointed to serve me, not Ned Stark's bastard daughter.” Tyrion said to Podrick in a teasingly scornful tone. “Is that who that is?” He asked his eyes to stay put on you.

Tyrion nodded, “(Y/N) Snow…” Tyrion spoke your name and to Podrick it sounded like poetry. He looked back over to you as Podrick mouthed your name back to himself. “A beautiful girl,” Tyrion said matter of factly. 

“Yes, yes she is.” Podrick nodded, still unable to tear his gaze away from you. 

“You know what they say about Northern girls?” Tyrion smirked as he looked up at Podrick, 

Podricks gaze finally looked back to Tyrion with a confused look, “No?” 

“Perhaps you’ll find out.” He said with a raised brow, making Podrick swallow hard.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

Later that night during the feast you and Jon were turned away from the dining hall. It would be an insult to the royal family if you two were sitting in their field of vision. Gods forbid they were to see a bastard while they ate a meal that your family prepared for them. 

You were content to go to your chambers and wait out the feast before you’d sneak into the kitchen and eat whatever was left. But the plum tree had recently bloomed and it was too tempting for you to wait until the feast was over. 

Normally you’d convince Bran to climb the tree to pick you some but you were alone. So you did the next best thing, convince the next man you saw.

“Hello, kind ser. Could I trouble you for just a moment.” You said to a shadowed form nearby that was approaching. As it got closer you noticed it was the boy that was staring at you from the courtyard beside Lord Tyrion. 

“Yes, yes, my Lady, no trouble at all.” He said, stammering nervously as he walked closer toward you.

“I recognize you… I saw you today. You’re not a Northerner.” You said with narrow eyes.

“N-no, my Lady I am a squire to Lord Tyrion Lannister.”  He spoke softly and sweetly, but again, nervously.

“Huh, not a Ser then.” You furrowed your brows, examining the boy in front of you. Unsure if you could trust him or not. 

He shook his head, “And you’re (Y/N)... Daughter of Nedd Stark.” He was careful not to use the last name of Snow.

“I am.” You said strongly. 

“W-why are you not at the feast my lady?” 

“Lady Catelyn thought it might insult the royal family for me and my brother to be seated in their midst.” You explained 

“Why would she think that?” He asked genuinely, couldn’t understand you being hidden from anyone. 

“I am.. unsightly.” You tried to find the right word,

“I don’t think that is the word to describe you-” 

“A bastard… to put it simply.” You turned your mind back to the task at hand, unwilling to discuss the matter further. You looked up at the plums ripe on the tree behind you. “But nonetheless a bastard gets hungry just the same as anyone else.” You looked back at Podrick hoping he would get the hint. “Can't reach it though.” 

“Yes of course,” He said quickly as soon as he understood what it was you needed from him. 

You giggled to yourself as you watched him struggle to climb the tree. Just as he was about to pick the best one, his foot slipped and he fell out of the tree, with tons of plums following him. “Oof!” He grunted as he hit the ground and was covered in plums.

“Oh!” You shouted as you ran up to him. You couldn’t help but laugh as you kneeled beside him, “I am sorry, I do not mean to laugh!” You covered your mouth trying to conceal your amusement, 

He looked up at you with stars in his eyes, that could have been the fall but he was sure that you looked like you were made by the Gods themselves. “That’s alright,” He said softly with a dimwitted smile on his face. 

You kissed his cheek as a token of your appreciation, when you did he thought he might die. “I thank you.” You said as you grabbed a plum from his lap, making him blush, 

“Of-Of course my Lady,” He stammered,

You bit into the juicy plum, “I’m no Lady.” You stood and walked away. 

However, that wouldn’t be the last time the two of you crossed paths. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

When Jon left for the nights watch and was to leave for Kings Landing with your sisters, Lady Catelyn made it clear she wanted you gone. So you went with your sisters, however in KingsLanding you worked as a handmaiden. 

But this did just give Podrick more of an opportunity to fawn over you. 

When given the chance, the two of you enjoyed each other's company. 

On one occasion you and Podrick got drunk off of his Lord Tyrion’s wine when you were alone. You threw cherries across a room while Podrick attempted to catch them in his mouth. 

Tyrion walked in when he heard the commotion and drunk laughter from the hallway. He could see the love in the drunk Podricks eyes clear as day. 

He felt slightly responsible for Podrick and offered him a gift of experience. He took Podrick to a pleasure house where he said  “If you’re going to take that bastard girl's maidenhead, you might as well know how to do it well.” 

“We are only friends, my Lord.” He stammered nervously,

“Unlikely it will stay that way.” He said as he left him alone with the three women.

That wouldn’t happen in Kings Landing however. After the execution of your father you traveled North to your Brother Jon.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Years later however, after a long and hard battle, figuratively and literally, you were an adored and respected figure in the North. So much so that you were named Queen. 

When you caught word that Podrick was on the grounds of Winterfell you felt an unexplainable urge to meet with him again. 

You saw him sparring with a man on the training grounds. You watched as this once frail and inexperienced boy fought with honor and precision. It made you feel a tightening in your stomach. You felt yourself losing your trail of thought as you watched him, until he noticed you.

“(Y/N)” He said with wide eyes, and then bam! His sparring opponent knocked him down while he was off guard, “Oof!” He tapped out, “Enough for today.” He hopped off the ground and ran over towards you, smiling, 

You smiled back, “You look different. Well, but different.” 

“You look the same.” He said catching his breath

You narrowed your eyes slightly as you smirked, “I’ll take that as a compliment,” He nodded, “It is.” His smile was almost contagious. 

“Who taught you?” You asked, trying to distract from the compliment. “Brienne of Tarth, I’ve come into her service after Lord Tyrion.”

“An improvement.” You nodded, “You fight well.” 

He bowed his head slightly “Thank you, your Grace.” 

“No need for such formality.” You waved your hand in dismissal, 

“Your Grace-” Someone of little interest to you at that moment spoke. Rushing you off to your regal duties. 

You couldn’t say your goodbyes before being rushed off. Just like last time. 

The rest of the day you spent thinking of him. Of how different things were now, how different you and he were, how much a man he’d grown into. 

It was only until that night when you had the opportunity to speak to him once more.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ 

As Tyrion, Jaime, and Brienne finished a drinking game, Tormund came in an attempt to court Brienne but of course was unsuccessful. As he faced the rest of the table in a defeated sorrowful look, Podrick smiled at him. 

As the Giant man left the table, Podrick looked back and noticed you. Once he saw you, his smile grew into a bigger and genuine one. 

“Walk with me?” You asked and he of course nodded. Leaving the table in haste, making Tyrion smirk.

The two of you walked around the grounds, that now with everyone in the tavern was empty.

As you walked around, he noticed the very same plum tree that he fell from all those years ago. The tree hadn’t bloomed yet but, he thought back on that memory so often he couldn’t have been mistaken. 

“Last time we were here you were here because you weren’t allowed in the dining hall. Now you own it.” He smiled at you, proud of your accomplishments. 

“And you were in the dirt covered in-” You said teasingly with a mischievous smile.

“Plums.” He said matter of factly

“You remember?” You asked genuinely surprised.

“Of course I do, I remember how you laughed at me.” He said teasingly as he chuckled.

“I apologized!” You giggled, 

“It’s alright, I liked hearing you laugh. And seeing you smile.” He smiled at you in a way that caused a heat to spread throughout your whole body.

“You’ve grown.” You couldn’t believe how much more bold and confident he had become.

“You’ve grown as well.” 

“People tend to do that.” You teased, 

“That’s true, and yet after all that time I couldn’t ever get you out of my head.” He thought about his journey and how often he missed you, “On our journey we always heard murmuring about you. The things you were doing. The wars you and your brother won. The triumphs and lows of it all.” He looked down trying to contain himself, “I thought of you often.”  

You felt a heat rush over your cheeks, “You were always a considerate friend.” You rationalized,  and paused for a moment before you looked over at him, “I thought of you often…” you smiled “As well.” 

“May I ask you something, and truly I don’t mean to offend-”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well this sounds interesting, go on.” You said smiling, 

“What of any… suitors?” He asked awkwardly,

You huffed a laugh and then shook your head, “No.” You looked over at Podrick who was already looking at you with a dumbfounded look, “What?” You giggled. “I apologize, I just find it hard to believe that.” 

“Well I’d not lie.” You smirked, 

“No, of course not. It’s just that you are…” He looked at you, “Mesmerizing.” He studied you for a moment, and then felt content to do what he had been meaning to do for so long, “You’ve always been mesmerizing.” He took your hand,

“What?” Your eyes narrowed as he kneeled in front of you.

“Ever since I saw you, I’ve never been able to release myself from this feeling. The way your hair shines, the way your eyes glow.” He looked up at you, at how beautiful you looked under that plum tree, in the moonlight. “Ever since you kissed me, even though it was just-” He reminisced on the memory for a moment, “A peck on the cheek,” He shook his head, “I couldn’t feel satisfaction from anything else. And what's worse is that- I don’t want to, I don’t want to feel satisfaction from anything but the satisfaction you bring to me. And ever since I have been back here the feeling is so much worse.” His grip on your hand tightened as he searched your eyes for a hint of your own emotions.

You shook your head, “I’m sorry.” You said, not sorry for not feeling the same but for not understanding your own emotions.

“I-” He looked down, confident he was defeated, “Forgive me.” 

“No,” You shook your head again, “Forgive me.” You held his face in your hands,

“For what?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion, and concern that he’d just ruined whatever relationship you two had had for good. 

“For ignoring my own feelings for you.” You held his face closer to your own, “I’ve been doing it for so long…” Your eyes were filled with a pining that you didn’t know you had, “Far too long” He leaned in even further, your eyes drooping slowly but not losing contact with him. Your noses brushing against one another. Your lips finally meet softly, hardly even touching. his hand came to cup your jaw as yours carcassed the back of his head. As you closed your eyes your lips parted slightly allowing him to kiss you deeper. 

nothing had ever felt so right. You knew then that you were born for him and he was born for you. 

♥️

he gripped your waist, pressing you closer to his own body. He walked you back into the tree so he could lean into you even more. 

“Gods” You whimpered into his lips, “You’ve gotten strong-“ your hands gripped at the muscles of his arms over his chainmail. 

“Is this alright,” He asked to which you nodded and continued to kiss his lips. 

The kiss somewhat restrained at first was now unhinged and desperate. His tongue met yours and you did not fight it, no you welcomed it. 

His hand traveled down your jaw to your breast, gripping at it through your bodice with hunger. He groaned into your mouth but soon enough he couldn’t restrain himself and his mouth traveled from your lips to your neck, to your breasts. They’d been a weakness of his for too long. “Gods” He groaned

“Tell me to stop and I will,“ His hand traveled up your inner thigh. His fingers, now rougher than they were before, stopped just before they reached your silk small clothes. His eyes looked into yours waiting for your que.

You looked at him, you ran your hand through his hair once more. His eyes met yours, desperate and hungry, no starving. You nodded at him, which made him smile and breathe a sigh of relief as his face returned to your breasts and his fingers began to run up and down the sensitive slit of your clothed cunt.

“Mmphm,” You moaned into his ear as his lips traveled over your cleavage.

His middle finger pressed against your hot damp entrance while his thumb moved in circles around your sensitive clit. 

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you whimpered from the pleasure. A pleasure so new. You’d used your own fingers or relieved yourself on a pillow before but this was different, a different game entirely.  

You felt him grinding his arousal on your thigh as he moved your small clothes away, pushing one finger inside of you, slowly. “Ah!” You jolted towards him, grabbing ahold of his back pressing him closer to you. 

He inserted another finger, pressing them deeper and deeper until they met your maiden head. His eyes found yours, and once again you nodded. 

He kissed you deeply as he sunk his fingers into you. You gripped onto his hair and moaned out. As you moaned he bit your bottom lip. You held onto him tighter as the pain flashed across your body but was replaced by pleasure. “Are you alright?” you nodded, unable to find the words when he was pumping him fingers in and out you, “You did so well,” His eyes filled with love and adornment for you. But soon his lips returned to your neck and your breasts.

“Podrick,” You said breathlessly, “Pod?” You had to pull his face away from your breasts, though his lips wants to immediately latch onto yours, “I can’t,” You whined, 

He pulled his fingers out of you and your hand away immediately, 

“Not here,” You shook your head still trying to catch your breath, 

“You’re the Queen, you can do what you please.” He said, half serious, wanting to rid you of your skirts and prove his love and himself there and now. 

You giggled holding his face as he restrained himself for kissing you, “I want you to bed me in my chambers. Not here.” 

“As you wish it, my Queen.” He smiled at you, and kissed you once more before rushing you off to your chambers.

[littlebugs]

𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

established relationship!ghost headcannons warnings: fem reader, reader is kinda couquetteish (tbh i wrote this for myself), fluff, ooc characters, bartender!reader, sfw, not proofread im so sorry ): rafs bloo notes: basically when i can't find what i want to read i write it lmao. also i tried to make the reader british (i said pub once)

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

you've been together for a year now

you guys met in a pub close to the base he was staying at, you looked at his skull mask, shrugged, and then didn't say a word about it. he came back every day after that.

little things mean a lot to him

you saw his face after only a month of dating, what can i say the man got comfy quick asf

he's always the big spoon. always. he just liked to protect you )):

he doesn't know how to make any food other than tea (which you argue isn't food but he says "it has nutrients")

he's always joking about the guys at work who have very odd names like soap??? gaz????

which leads to you meeting them (completely on "accident")

because the guys are hanging out in the break room and simon goes to the bathroom

without his phone.

like whats the worst that can happen really?

but then he gets a call from "pookster 🥰" with a picture of you in a pink sundress !!

all the guys are like silent until simon gets back

and he's like "the bloody hell is wrong with you?" and soap points at his phone

so like the guys they are they quite literally follow simon home because what's he gonna do? kill them ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა (probably)

simon drives a truck dont argue with me

and so simon's kind of pissed but also he gets to show his girl off cus ya knows ya fine (;

he's unlocking the door to the apartment and soap and gaz are standing there whispering to eachother

they're discussing the odds of l.t having a girlfriend like she didn't just pop up on his phone.

simon opens the door and you're all up in your matching itty bitty pink top and shorts with pink ribbons in your hair like ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

and you see the two guys in military outfit staring at you like an alien so you invite them in for chinese takeout

ghost is pissed

gaz actually has a good time

soap is kind of perplexed the whole time

"now ghost, how'd ya score a lass like tha-" "shut the bloody hell up johnny"

after dinner ghost decides to be mr grumpster )): so you watch tv with him in bed all night

he radiates a lot of body heat

like more than a toaster

so much that at night you'll actually be sweating but you cant escape him because his arms are BUILT

it doesn't even matter how much you weigh this man can throw you across the room like an entire ragdoll- but he wouldn't ever dream of hurting you //:

he's a big guy. he's huge (hardy har har)

so of course you steal all of his sweatshirts (they're big asf)

he smells like cologne and faintly gunsmoke

you always tell him to use more laundry detergent but you're pretty sure he never listens

other than tea he can only cook one thing which is lamb (and its actually pretty good)

nobody ever really taught him how to cook and you only know how to make drinks so you guys improvise a lot

mommy issues ):

he's so scared you'll leave him you always have to tell him that you would never !!

he's afraid that when he's on deployments he might come back and you just wouldn't be there.

he's always checking on you at work

(if we're talking MWII) this man can bend the rules a little to check his phone. anyways who's gonna tattle on him seriously

always texting "how are you?" "thinking of you" "hope you have a good day"

anytime soap catches him on his phone he goes "texting pookster?"

price overheard one time and was very confused

lets just say by the end of the day the whole task force knows about you

if anything ever happens you've got a military team to defend you so life is looking good tbh

[y0urm4m]

No time to die ch.1

Warnings: smoking, swearing, arranged marriage, alcohol consumption, weapons, blood, arguing, possible smut, fighting.(This includes all parts!!)

Summary: What will happen when two strangers with awful backstories are forced into an arranged marriage but one is seeking revenge.

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There I sat cross legged, on my father’s plush leather couch in his office. Cigarette in hand. His little ‘body guards’ standing by the door. “So why did you call me in here?” I asked, exhaling the smoke. “Would you put that stupid thing out, you know I don’t like it when you do that.” He sighed, motioning towards the cigarette. I rolled my eyes, putting it out in his ashtray. “You’re a bit hypocritical, I’m not a little girl any more.” I said, crossing my arms. “Anyways, I called you in here as we need to have a serious conversation.” He said, nodding at the men letting them leave. I never really cared about getting to know their names as it would be different men by next week. “Carry on.” I replied, completely uninterested. “Well you know how much danger you can be in once you turn twenty-one and I couldn’t let that happen, so the last time I was in a meeting I had a chat with a few people and sorted something out.” He explained, sipping on his whiskey. “I don’t get your point.” I snorted, raising my eyebrow slightly. “My point is, you’ll be getting married next week as we needed it to be as soon as possible,” He responded, smiling. “I’ve met him and you would both be a perfect match.” He added, re-filling his glass.

There was no way he was forcing me to get married to a man I’d never met in my life.

“Wait, that’s unfair. I’ve never even met him and we’re getting married in a week.” I explained, standing up to walk out. “Don’t be like that y/n, you know I’m only trying to protect you.” He remarked also arising from his seat. “If you really wanted to protect me you wouldn’t have done any of the things you’ve done and mom would still be here!” I shouted, opening his office door. As the door opened I saw my dad give the men a look and with that the two of them were gripping onto my wrists. “Get off of me.” I screamed, kicking my legs slightly. “I’m sorry sweetheart, everything I’ve ever done has been for you.” He sighed emphasising the ‘for you’. “You haven’t done shit for me, if I was ever in danger it would be because of you,” I disagreed, my face shining with disgust. “I. Fucking. Hate. You.” I spat, and with that I felt myself being dragged to my bedroom, the door being slammed shut behind me.

How could he do this to me, after everything he has put me through these past 13 years. I was forced to grow up, because of him. My mom died, because of him.

Flash back:

I was awoken to a loud crashing noise from downstairs, I slowly slid out of my bed, tiptoeing down the creaky steps. There my mother stood screaming in my father’s face. “I told you to not bring that shit in my house.” She shouted, pushing him back. “I never wanted to but I had to for yours and y/n safety!” He shouted back, looking behind him. I was just to far up the stairs to the point where I couldn’t see who he was looking at.

The next thing I knew, there my mom was, her limp body on the floor. Pools of blood surround her. “Mom!” I screamed, running down the stairs hugging her lifeless body. “Y/n?!” My dad gasped, pulling me away from her. “Daddy what did you do to mom?” I asked, my breathing patterns speeding up rapidly. “Nothing baby, don’t worry about it. Go back upstairs please, I’ll be up in a second.” He told me, ushering me up the stairs.

End of flash back:

That was the last I saw of my mom, he told me she went to live with my aunt and obviously with my youthful and young mind I wouldn’t have understood until recently.

I sighed, sliding down the side of my door. How could he do this especially behind my back, I was supposed to be ‘his little princess’ although I know for a fact I wasn’t, the only reason I’m still alive is because I’m ‘blood’.

Which was one of the biggest lies I’d ever heard. Blood only ever makes you related. Trust, love and loyalty makes you family.

— I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, not even leaving to eat. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about yesterday and all the events that had occurred, but I just have to get through all this. I was brought out of thought by someone knocking on my door. “Y/n?” My dad called out through the door. “What do you want?” I asked, sitting up from where I laid. “You’ll be meeting some of the your fiancé’s family today.” He said softly, my eyes widened. “I don’t even know his name.” I shouted back, standing up and heading straight for my bedroom door. “You’ll soon find out, now get ready.” He told me, leaving me confused as he walked down the hallway back to his office.

I rushed over to my closet, picking out the most presentable but comfortable clothes I could, shoving them on.

I just had to get married and make my dad happy.

“You can do this.” I whispered to myself as I walked out of my room towards where my dad stood. He was on the phone, as per usual. “I’m ready, I’ll be downstairs.” I whispered in his ear, heading towards the stairs. He turned to look at me nodding as I walked downstairs. 

I was immediately greeted by one of my fathers ‘big bad bodyguards’, who was pointing towards the car. I slid into the backseat, patiently waiting for my dad to make his way to the car. After roughly 15 minutes he had finally got into the car. The car immediately started, as we made our way to the restaurant. “Put your foot on it Darren, we’re going to be late.” My dad told the man driving us, he almost immediately sped up swerving through traffic.

I stared out the window, looking at all the shops and buildings we passed. “Where are we actually going?” I asked, looking slightly at my dad. “Just a restaurant, we’re almost there anyways.” He replied, looking down at his phone. I rolled my eyes, his phone was practically glued to his hand you’d think he was a teenage girl by the way he doesn’t leave the house without it.

As we continued passing people, buildings and other cars, two people caught my eye. It was a man and a little girl. They were walking down the street eating ice cream, they both looked so happy.

Why couldn’t me and my dad have that bond together?

— We slowly approached a small restaurant, which was filled with people; mainly middle aged men and women. “Come on then we’re already late as it is.” My dad said, patting my shoulder as he got out of the car. I slid out the car door, walking next to him as we entered the restaurant. “Can I know his name now?” I asked, looking at my dad. “I guess so,” He sighed. “His name is Chris and I expect you to show him and his family the most utter respect, okay.” He smiled, as I nodded.

“Good afternoon, have you guys got a reservation?” The waiter asked, looking down at the paper placed in front of them. “Yes, yes we have. The last name should be sturniolo.” He replied, looking at his watch. “Great, everyone else is already here so follow me and I’ll grab you guys some more menus.” The waiter said, leading us over to the table.

As we made our way to the table I was greeted with, 5 people. 3 in which all looked very similar in age and looks. An older lady immediately stood up walking towards me. “You must be y/n, I’ve heard so much about you.” She said, kissing my cheeks. I smiled, as the others greeted me and my dad. One boy in particular kept his gaze on mine. “If you couldn’t tell we’re triplets,” One of the boys said. “I’m Nick.” He added, bumping the one who sat on his left’s shoulder. “Oh uh I’m Matt.” The other chimed in, smiling. “And that’s Chris, anyways feel free to sit down.” Nick said, pointing towards a chair. I sat on the chair, looking at my dad who was already deep into a conversation. “So why don’t you tell us more about yourself.” The lady said, sipping from her drink. I bit my cheek slightly, looking at Chris and back down. “Why don’t I start, I’m Nick, I’m 20, I’m a triplet obviously and I really enjoy photography!” He said, smiling at me. “Uh well, I’m y/n and I.” I started speaking, when my dad ;who was now staring holes into my face, caught my attention.

“Why don’t we talk about the wedding.” My dad said abruptly changing the subject as he turned to look at Chris. “Right yes the wedding, aren’t you excited!” Nick said, giddily. “She is indeed, we’ve been discussing it a lot recently.” My dad butted in before I could begin to speak. I sighed, looking down at the water in front of me. “Chris are you happy?” Matt asked, nudging his brother’s shoulder. “What- oh- uh yes I am and it’s been wonderful meeting my wife to be.” He said, fake smiling. I could tell by the rest of his body language that he wasn’t genuinely happy or interested in the current conversation. “Well i was hoping we could go shopping and look at dresses tomorrow, but only if you’d like to.” The lady asked, grinning at me. “I’m sure she’d love to. Wouldn’t you?” My dad replied, looking at me. I nodded my head. “Yes, of course I would.” Just then my dad’s phone started ringing, who looked down at who was calling. “I’m sorry this is important, I’ll be back in a second.” He said, walking outside of the restaurant. “So what kind of dresses do you plan on looking at,” Nick asked. “Oh before you say, we wouldn’t want to spoil anything for Chris you’ll just have to tell us tomorrow.” He added, smiling at Chris who’s attention was now on his phone.

I sat talking with them and eating the food we had ordered whilst I waited patiently for my dad to return from his ‘important call’. “y/n!” Someone beckoned out to me, I turned to look. It was my dad and he wasn’t happy. “We need to leave now, something happened it’s important.” He told me, as I shot up grabbing my stuff. “It was nice meeting you all, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said waving as I left the restaurant. “What was that about?” I asked, frowning at my dad. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. We just urgently need to get home,” He replied, getting back into the car as I also slid into the car. “Oh Nick asked me to give you his number by the way.” “Okay, I’ll message him now.” I replied, pulling out my phone.

Hi my dad said you wanted me to have your number

Yes I wanted to talk about what time your going wedding shopping tomorrow

I honestly don’t know but i’d love if you’d come with me

I was hoping you’d ask me that

I giggled earning a frown from my dad. “What are you giggling about?” He asked, looking at my phone. “I was just talking to Nick about tomorrow.” I replied, looking back down at my phone. “Oh right, well I’ll get Darren to drop and pick you up tomorrow.” He said, Darren nodding in response as he focused on driving us home.

— We finally made it home, my dad heading straight to his office whereas I headed straight to my room to message Nick.

Me and Nick ended up talking for hours on end about anything and everything. It was as if we’d known each other for years. The connection me and Nick already had was all my 8 year old self would have dreamed for after all I’d never had a best friend because my dad had insisted for me to get homeschooled meaning I never got the chance to meet people.

Maybe this whole ‘arranged marriage’ wasn’t going to be so bad after all. I just had to get to know Chris and Matt more.

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A/N: how we feeling about this so far, took me forever to write even though it’s short but this is just the start!!

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[markmaker36]

"Jimmy shouldn't be the only one who gets any blame for the events of Mouthwashing, Curly is also horrible for basically sweeping what happened to Anya under the rug and not doing anything about it" and "Curly doesn't deserve what happened to him" are statements that can, and should, coexist.

[godofstory]

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[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Ritual

This is completely fucked up. Gale's a freak, blood ritual sex, blood blood blood. You have been warned. Obviously 18+ do not fucking read this else.

'Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart, my fingers claw your skin, trying to tear my way in.' - Howl, Florence & the Machine

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Tav got the killing blow. Lunging, latching her hand around Orin’s monstrous wrist, the sickly green of an infict wounds spell haloed them both for a heartbeat, and then the Slayer began to rend apart. Deep slashes appeared on her back, her torso, her arms, her chest, sending steaming spurts of red into the fetid air. Collapsing into bloody bones, the Lord of Murder’s Chosen was no more.

Tav stood trembling, the spattered blood cooling on her face and arms. Turning slowly, she took in the rest of the scene; Bhaalist corpses that had been burned to a crisp and were still gently smoking, rivulets of blood pooling on the stone, lit braziers smouldering in the red darkness lighting her companions’ faces. All of them were covered in gore, their armour and clothing torn and singed, every one with grimly set faces.

On the altar, Halsin lay limp and unresponsive. He was bound to each corner by hand and foot. Tav shuddered. Seeing him like that made her feel sick. ‘Move,’ said Gale from behind her, a sharpness to his voice. Tav shook her head quickly to clear the woolly feeling and stepped aside. ‘He’s breathing. Good.’ He cast the knock spell and everyone else moved forward as the druid awoke.

‘Wh-’ Halsin frowned as he opened his eyes, squeezing them shut again. ‘Ugh. My head…’

‘Get him to safety,’ said Gale. He was barely suppressing rage; Tav had never seen him so angry. His jaw was clenched, voice almost a snarl.

‘On it,’ said Karlach, helping Halsin from the stone. ‘Come on, bear man. Let’s get you a blanket and some soup.’

‘I concur,’ said Lae’zel, moving to his other side. ‘Lean on my shoulder if necessary. It is not weak to require support after surviving a place of such death.’

‘Was that a compliment, Lae’zel?’ asked Halsin weakly.

‘No. Merely an observation.’ She slung his arm over her shoulders. ‘Onward.’

‘We’ll see you in the Elfsong,’ said Gale before Tav could set off after them. She raised her eyebrows but said nothing, watching as her companions retraced their steps, listened to the door open and close.

‘Are you alright?’ Tav asked, tilting her head at him when they were alone. ‘You seem…’ she gestured vaguely. ‘Off.’

‘Oh, quite fine,’ he said, though his voice was a little too calm. ‘Just thinking, I suppose. Look at this place. So much death.’ He glared up at the stone skull, the embodiment of Bhaal himself. ‘Such evil in your name.’

‘Gale?’

‘What’s the worst thing you could do to a god like that?’ he asked pensively. ‘In a place so steeped in gore, that has heard so many final breaths?’ He turned to Tav. His robes were slick with blood, it was spattered across his face, on his lips, in his hair, on his brow. She could feel Orin’s blood on her palms, under her nails, her hands red to the wrists. The scent was heavy in her nose. She was at a loss. The wizard walked- no, stalked- towards her, his eyes a little manic.

‘You’re scaring me a little,’ she admitted. ‘Okay, a lot. What in the nine hells-’

‘I told you you were beautiful after a battle,’ he said, walking her back toward the altar. She had nowhere to go. ‘The Lord of Murder can’t do anything to us now.’ His mouth curved into an evil looking smirk. ‘Except watch.’

‘What- hmmph!’ Tav’s confusion was cut off by Gale surging forward to slam his lips to hers, the momentum sending her backwards onto the stone. ‘Gale! Are you mad?’

‘Oh, quite,’ he said. ‘I don’t believe that was in any doubt. But what is…’ he said, bringing a palm softly to her face, ‘is a yes.’

Tav squeezed her eyes shut. The wizard was insane. This temple of death and destruction smelled of blood and fire, it clung to their clothes and their hair and their skin. And yet… Bhaal would hate his altar of death desecrated with life. Both of them lived for pissing off the gods, it seemed. She laughed at the absurdity. ‘Insane,’ she said. ‘Yes.’

He kissed her more softly this time, then slowly moved down her neck leaving hickeys as he went. Carefully, he unlaced her from her armour, the ties and leather stiff with dried blood. Kissed down between her breasts, dragging his teeth across her belly, prising her thighs apart and setting tongue and teeth to work; Tav whimpered and squirmed and he held her tighter, humming in approval as her whimpers morphed into throaty cries, echoing in the thick sanguine air. She came on his tongue, sweat sliding down her body through the blood dried on her skin. ‘Ad creare vitam in locum cruentae mortis,’ Gale murmured, rising to kiss her mouth.

‘You madman,’ she gasped, yelping as he pushed her back against the stone.

‘Stay.’ His eyes danced with amusement. She obeyed, if only to sate her morbid curiosity. He divested himself of his bloodied robes and straddled her, bringing their bodies together with a harsh thrust. She screamed. ‘Good,’ he said into her neck. ‘More!’ He did it again, and again, and again, drawing screams and then sobs from her throat. He bit down on her breast as he came, breaking the skin and rearing back with bloodied teeth. He filled her, his brow furrowing passionately. His own moans were swallowed by her kisses, his hair in her fist.

Sated, they lay there in the quiet. Something in the air seemed to break; the oppressiveness of blood lifted a little. They were a tangle, spent and panting, and the grinning stone skull above them blazed with silent rage.

[masivechaos]

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

sirius black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: Sirius likes to tease you by speaking french but maybe he’s more easily flustered than you are.

Warning/content: kissing and that's it i think, no proofreading and my bad English

a.n.: 1.1k words - it is very funny but cringe to write as a french person and it's not my best fic but here you go.

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There were pros and cons to dating Sirius Black. A lot of pros actually, he was distracting, pointed stars at you at night, showered you with compliments every day and so on and so forth. And, at first, you thought that the fact that he knew how to speak french was a good thing.

It’s true, it sounded good and it made you fall in love with him again every time he spoke. But right now, you just wanted him to stop. Because one of the cons to dating Sirius Black was that he loved to tease you. He loved to see you look down, avoid any visual contact with him with wide eyes.

And one way to get you was to speak french to you over and over again with words you couldn’t understand. By the tone of his voice you knew they were compliments but it still made you feel weird.

“Stop,” you said but your laugh betrayed you.

“Why would I stop?” Sirius was maybe a dog in his animagus form but as a human he also knew how to master the puppy face “Tu es si belle.” He was hovering over you, his hand stroking your cheek.

You felt heat rushing to your face. “W-what does it mean?” you stuttered. Sirius let out a chuckle, finding you more than adorable like this.

He let his forehead rest against yours “You don’t need to know. Just trust me, okay?” you nodded, unsure if you could believe him or not. Sirius leaned in and pulled you into a small kiss “Do you like it when I speak french?” you nodded again, too shy to admit it out loud. “That’s great because I like it too.”

Your smile widened when he buried his head in the crook of his neck. For a few minutes, both of you didn’t talk before Sirius broke the silence again “You are so pretty”

“What?” you said confused.

“That’s what Tu es si belle means,” he said, changing his previous teasing smirk for a genuine smile that matched his now pink cheeks.

“O-oh” why so little was enough to make you flustered?

Sirius laughed “Why are you acting like I never said it before?” he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “If you need to hear it again, tu es belle. Je pense que tu es la personne la plus magnifique du monde” 

You gave up on trying to understand what he meant and just enjoyed how the language tasted on his tongue, letting his words calm your ears. “Thank you,” you whispered, shutting your eyes, feeling sleep starting to get you.

“You don’t know what I said,” he laughed. Sirius moved both of you so you were the one on top, wrapping his arms around your waist as you settled on his chest, your head rising and falling with his breathing.

You hummed, “I know. But I bet it’s nice so thank you.” you smiled, drawing your hand to his hair, slowly brushing your fingers through it. Sirius let out a content sigh, he had to admit that talking to you in french was a way to spare his pride. Everybody knew he wasn’t the best to express his feelings so having a one-sided conversation weirdly made him feel safe. He could say everything he wanted, getting everything off his chest, making his heart lighter without having to face the consequences. It was selfish he knew it, but he couldn’t help it.

“Je t’aime tellement,” he said barely more audible than a whisper.

Suddenly you lifted your head, surprising Sirius in the process “You love me?” Sirius didn’t tell you the three words yet, and you couldn’t blame him, you weren’t together for a long time and he grew up not knowing what love and affection were. Accepting he was loved was already hard enough so accepting that he was feeling this way was more than difficult.

Blood won Sirius’ cheeks, turning them red “H-how do you know?”

“I know je t’aime means I love you. It’s a pretty common thing to know.” You watched his expression fall, almost as if he was disappointed. “Hey,” you held his face between your hands “I love you too okay? Je t’aime” you said in a hideous french accent that resulted in making him laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me!” you said with a laugh, happy to see him happy again “I was trying to be romantic!”

“You can be romantic in English, chérie”

“Pff while you, you are flexing your french.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

He laughed at your fake pout “C’mon, don’t sulk” he pressed his lips to your cheek “I just think it sounds pretty. Tu es l’amour de ma vie, I have to sound pretty to you”

“First, what does it mean? And second, even if you sounded like a dying horse I would love you so much.” You grinned when Sirius flushed a bit.

He hid his red cheeks, moving his face to the side against the blanket, his hand covering the other side of his face.

“Why are you hiding?” you whispered, the teasing tone of the conversation changing for a calmer one, ready to listen to each other’s feelings. “Sirius?” you turned his head to you.

“I-I don’t want to tell you what it means,” he stutters.

You offered him a reassuring smile “Okay, take your time, love”

He was so grateful to have you and he knew you deserved to know but he didn’t seem to be brave enough. He let himself a few minutes, gathering all his courage to tell you. He felt like it was too early in the relationship to tell you this but fuck it. He loves you so much.

“Um,” he swallowed hard, “I said… I said you’re the love of my life” Sirius wished he could dig a grave right now and just bury himself alive. Your silence was so scary to him.

“Y-you said I’m the love of your life?” you were beaming, not quite possibly believing what he just told you.

“I- er- yeah”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him close to you as much as possible “You’re the love of my life too, Sirius”

And there, right on a picnic blanket next to the Black Lake, Sirius melt. His feelings for you burned him, making him weak in a way he couldn’t deny he loved. But he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t going to change in one day, too many confessions were revealed in an hour. He had to protect himself, and humour was his best weapon.

“But would you still love me if I were a worm?” he said, pulling on his best puppy face.

“Sirius!”

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[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of reactions to common phobias. feel free to adjust pronouns and wording as needed )

𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 )

❛ it's gone behind the __ ! ❜ ❛ just squish it! ❜ ❛ get it out of the house! ❜ ❛ don't bring it closer! ❜ ❛ it's got too many eyes and way too many legs. ❜ ❛ i don't care if i'm bigger than it! it's still creepy! ❜ ❛ there's so many cobwebs in here... ❜ ❛ i'm not going in there! there's spiders in there! ❜

𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 )

❛ what's that rattling sound...? ❜ ❛ there's a snake in the grass! ❜ ❛ don't get too close to it! ❜ ❛ we should call a snake catcher to come deal with it. ❜ ❛ what if it bites me?! ❜ ❛ it's staring at me. ❜ ❛ i don't want to hold it. ❜ ❛ just grab it! ❜

𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 )

❛ oh, no no no, this is way too high! ❜ ❛ 'don't look down'? oh! great advice! ❜ ❛ there's no way in hell i'm going up there. ❜ ❛ that looks so unstable. we are not crossing that! ❜ ❛ i'm getting vertigo... i'm going to be sick. ❜ ❛ can you sit next to the window? ❜ ❛ i'm good standing here, far far away from the edge. ❜ ❛ that doesn't look safe... ❜

𝐍𝐘𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 )

❛ walk faster! walk faster! ❜ ❛ do you have a light? ❜ ❛ i swear i saw something moving in the darkness... ❜ ❛ i don't like this, it's way too dark. ❜ ❛ this is how people die in horror movies. ❜ ❛ no ⏤ keep the light on. ❜ ❛ i know logically there's nothing in the darkness but i still don't like it. ❜ ❛ what if something gets me? ❜

𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐒 )

❛ let's just wait until later, when it gets less busy. ❜ ❛ there's too many people here. ❜ ❛ let's just... stay in. ❜ ❛ i don't want to go there. ❜ ❛ i want to get out of here. ❜ ❛ can we go somewhere quieter? ❜ ❛ how busy is it going to be? ❜ ❛ i... i can't go out. ❜

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 )

❛ it's too loud. ❜ ❛ can you get my weighted blanket, please? ❜ ❛ just, hold me? until it's over? ❜ ❛ sorry ⏤ it just triggers some unpleasant memories. ❜ ❛ turn the music up louder? i want to drown out the storm. ❜ ❛ i've been struck by lightning before... ❜ ❛ i need to get inside, now. ❜ ❛ it's not safe to go outside right now! ❜

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 )

❛ i'm not jumping in. ❜ ❛ i can't swim. ❜ ❛ no way! it's ⏤ it's too cold! ❜ ❛ i think i'll pass... ❜ ❛ the ocean is terrifying. ❜ ❛ i almost drowned last time. ❜ ❛ the water is too deep... ❜ ❛ there are so many unknown horrors in the ocean. we know more about space than we do with our oceans. ❜

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 )

❛ let me out! let me out! ❜ ❛ i can't breathe. ❜ ❛ i need to get out of here. ❜ ❛ don't shut me in here! ❜ ❛ i can't get out! it's locked / stuck! ❜ ❛ break it down! i don't care. just get me out of here! ❜ ❛ nonono don't! i'll be good! don't lock me in here! ❜ ❛ that's too small. i'm not going in there. ❜

𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 )

❛ i swear it's watching me. ❜ ❛ they're just... so creepy. makes my skin crawl. ❜ ❛ oh, i hate that doll. ❜ ❛ who collects all these creepy dolls? ❜ ❛ if it moves, i'm out of here. ❜ ❛ it moved! i swear it moved! ❜ ❛ nopenopenope, not going in the doll room. ❜ ❛ who thought that doll was a good idea? ❜

𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 )

❛ don't wave it in my face and i'll be fine. ❜ ❛ just do it. quickly. ❜ ❛ get that thing away from me! ❜ ❛ don't touch me! ❜ ❛ sorry ⏤ i don't like needles. ❜ ❛ don't tell me what you're going to do, just do it. ❜ ❛ i ⏤ i don't think i can do this. ❜ ❛ i'm not going. ❜

𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 )

❛ i think i'm gonna throw up... ❜ ❛ oh god, that's a lot of blood... ❜ ❛ don't show me! ❜ ❛ i think i'm gonna faint... ❜ ❛ please cover that up. ❜ ❛ oh god the smell... ❜ ❛ i can't look at blood. ❜ ❛ i'm not good with blood... ❜

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 )

❛ a circus? no way. not going. ❜ ❛ horror movie? ....does it have clowns? ❜ ❛ if they have painted smiles on their faces, then why are they so creepy?! ❜ ❛ why would anyone have a clown at a birthday party? ❜ ❛ there's no good clowns. ever. ❜ ❛ i hate the way clowns look. ❜ ❛ don't leave me alone with them! ❜ ❛ it's the makeup. the makeup is what makes them so creepy. ❜

𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 )

❛ no ⏤ no hospitals. ❜ ❛ what if i don't wake up from surgery? ❜ ❛ it's all so... clinical. i hate it. ❜ ❛ hospitals freak me out. ❜ ❛ i'm about to sign an ama if they don't hurry up. ❜ ❛ i want to leave, now. screw what the doctors say. ❜ ❛ where are my clothes? i'm leaving. ❜ ❛ i'm not staying here the night. no way. ❜

[sadnightforus]

DON’T SAY GOODBYE  (OSR) 

boyfriend!shotaro x gn!reader 

SYNOPSIS: You both loved each other. So much. But you made the hardest decision to break up while you were dining — one last time together because the love you both shared was beginning to consume every sanity you have.  

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, reader is implied to be AFAB but i tried making it very gender neutral. codependent couple, emotional pain. Shotaro is kinda needy for reader’s attention and he’s an overthinker so take that how you will. 

PART OF HEARTBREAK STATION

A/N: sorry for making y’all wait. I just began to spam writing my stuff lol. Also, I’m not even listening to bloo when I’m writing this, we just gotta turn up for a diff direction for the writing.

SONG USED: DON’T SAY GOODBYE BY BLOO. 

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated! 

 

Shotaro can feel something is wrong today. However, he doesn’t voice it as he drives to the dinner date that he made the reservations at months ago.

 On his way to the dinner date, he keeps trying to lay off his negative thoughts while driving. He doesn’t know why he feels this unbearable amount of anxiety piling in his stomach and he keeps thinking of the worst scenario that could’ve happened to him and you. 

 Fuck, why would he do that?

 Then, as he drives past the traffic light and nearing his destination, he is thankful that he didn’t crash and die along the way. He wonders if you’ve ever made it to the restaurant.

 But he’ll save all of those concerns to ask you once he arrives at the place. For now, he’ll keep driving until he sees a familiar building, where you both can wine and dine. And kiss, perhaps spend all nights uncovering each other’s secrets and giving into the temptation.

 He hopes that tonight will be a goodnight.

“Hi, sorry. Do you know which floor the table for Osaki Shotaro is at?” You ask the receptionist, who is typing something onto her company’s computer. She looks up at you, almost as immediately when your voice startles her out of the ‘working’ mode she has on earlier.

“I’ll check in a bit. Please wait for a moment.” She responds, voice sweet like honey and graces you with a smile before she goes back to typing on her computer again, this time though; searching for the customer’s information about the reservation.

“Can I get your name?” She politely asks, noting down the information into the database. 

“L/N Y/N.” 

“Table 5, floor 3, miss.” She turns around again to answer your question and you squeak out a small ‘Thank you.’ before you walk off, your high heels make contact with the marble floor. 

 Your hair sways with every movement you make, your makeup looks seemingly flawless today, a killer look that can easily put people in their trance if they walk past you, making your way around as if you’re here to make a heartbreak statement. Or maybe you do, but it’s something that you’d prefer to tell your boyfriend over the dinner table. 

 Your walk soon comes to a halt as you stop in front of an elevator for the door to open. With the metal door opens itself to you, you take a step, then another, then another… until you’re inside this box and your fingers wander off to the 3rd floor. As it closes and shuts itself tight with you as the only person inside, you begin to let yourself drown with the thoughts of your realization. 

 Maybe you’ve been more than being in denial. But you know that the relationship gets worse overtime. You’re not sure if you wish to stay with him or not, and that thought terrified you. Although you wanted to, it seems like there’s no point of dragging it around anymore. 

 You both are a right match at the wrong time. 

 You reminisce about you and him being college sweethearts, with you being in the same class as him, a year older and all. He was a charming and sweet guy, who was attentive to you and your needs, and eventually, he confessed to you, stating that he has always seen you as more than a mentor. You initially turned him down gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings much. At that time, you thought of him as someone who’s younger and you couldn’t see yourself harbor such feelings.

 He never brought up again and overtime, your feelings for him grew. It started off quite simple— one day, he rushed over to your place when you were busy and in need of buying snacks, but it was almost 2 am and you figured out that you should get it on your own. But since you couldn’t get up no matter how much you tried, you decided to call him as your last resort to have your needs fulfilled. Your sleepy voice made his heart beat, as usual, and like a lovesick fool he is, he quickly rushed out of bed, put on his shirt, jeans and jacket and made his way out of the door. He wouldn’t let you sleep without being hungry, ever. 

 And in a blink of an eye, he showed up with the snacks you wanted and even energy drinks, successfully managed to find where you live even though the live location you sent him lagged and the accuracy of the app isn’t the app’s strong suit.

Since then, you developed feelings for him, because of his kindness. You were deeply afraid that he would no longer like you, but luckily, he still has a place for you in his heart. And the love story of you both was something out of a fairytale, with him being the one who’s head over heels and always tends to your heart in every single aspect. He’s a perfect boyfriend. 

 He’s perfect. 

 Too perfect.

 And soon enough, you both developed intense attachment to one another, to the point that everybody noticed that there was too much involvement from him in your life and vice versa. You don’t know how to be yourself anymore, so does he.

 The elevator opens and you quickly exit, the sound of the heels clicking against the marble floor doesn’t startle anybody who eats there, in fact, they’re too immersed in their conversations to notice that you’re the newcomer. 

 Your eyes scan to the 5th table that the receptionist told you about earlier and you see the table, empty on both sides. You raise your eyebrow, puzzled that for once, your boyfriend is running late, instead of you. Usually, you always arrive after him, routinely just a minute or two.

 You tug your dress, then gently pull your chair and sit down, with your designer handbag laying on your thighs. You suppose you can wait for him for once, eyeing the empty seat in front of you.

 Meanwhile, Shotaro makes it to the restaurant on time. As he grabs his phone and checks over for his wallet and seeing it’s set, he quickly grabs his keys and leaves the car, quickly walking from the parking lot of the fancy restaurant to the entrance. 

 He checks the watch, realizing he’s by 3 minutes later. He feels bad, knowing that you’re probably waiting for him. His long legs do help steady his steps to be more precise, as he quickly makes his way to the receptionist desk. He stands there, almost frozen as he doesn’t know what to do next.

 He bites his lips, wanting to confirm his place and wondering if you have arrived yet.

“Hi, sorry. My name’s Osaki Shotaro and I’m just here to confirm if my table was the 5th one on the 3rd floor? And have you seen a person come by, who asked for my table?” 

 The receptionist, bless her, startles out of her trance, asking him to repeat his words again as she was busy organizing the table’s lists and orders, typing all information into the little work website they have. 

 He smiles, embarrassment fills over his face, as he repeats again, this time, gentler but also, slightly more panicked.

“Ah… reservation for me, Osaki Shotaro, 5th table on the 3rd floor. Is that correct?” 

“Yes, sir. That is correct.” The receptionist nods, confirming his words. He then takes the chance to ask about you. 

“Um… Have you seen someone who came and asked for my reservation?” He catches his breath, clarifying. “L/N Y/N, the name of the person I’m asking.” 

 The receptionist nods before responding “Yes, sir, I assume they have gone up there already.” 

 His eyes light up at the confirmation that you’re already here, possibly waiting for his presence. He smiles, nodding like a happy child.

“Thank you. Thank you.” 

 He bows to the receptionist, leaving her stunned as his legs spread and sprinting directly to the closed off elevator. He can’t be sure if there was someone in there or if it’s empty, but he doesn’t want to miss it. 

 His rough and slender finger taps onto the button, frantically pressing onto the G floor like his time would be running out soon. He breathes the sigh of relief, although to calm his beating heart that threatens to fall out of his chest. 

 As the elevator opens, he quickly steps inside, letting it close before he presses on the 3rd floor, letting it lead him to where you are. Thank god it’s empty.  

 Back to you, who is anxiously waiting for him. You keep looking at the time, wondering if there’s something happening and if you should call him. He never once was late for your date nights together at all.

 You take out your phone to dial his number, wondering if he runs late or is there an accident. 

 You were about to call for him when a disoriented man runs towards your direction, hair quite messy and panic scatters all over his face. His cologne is hard to miss— it belongs to the only man you’ve been waiting for. 

“I’m sorry, did you wait for me?” 

 He looks apologetic, his eyes soften as he looks at your polished appearance and the phone in your hand. Your screen lights up and he could sense that you would’ve rung his line if he arrived any later than this. 

“Yeah. Sit down.” You tell him softly, putting down your phone into your handbag. 

 He sheepishly pulls out his chair and then gently sits down, facing you as he combs his hair, trying to look presentable in front of you. 

“I’m sorry I was late. I don’t have any excuse… but I was so anxious that I couldn’t get here on time. I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, lips bitten, shame fills deep in his heart. 

“It’s fine. I was really worried that something happened to you during our way here, you know?” You explain, and you yourself, feel that pang in your stomach too. 

 As if your time with him is coming to an end. 

 It’s tragic. 

 He nods before he follows up with another question after some minutes of complete silence. 

“Have you ordered anything?”  

“I haven’t. I was waiting for you.” You tell him the truth, a little sign escapes your lips, which didn’t pass Shotaro’s observation. 

“Ah… I feel bad.” He scratches at the back of his neck. “Should I get your favorite steak?” 

 You nod, not giving much attention to his words. Normally, you’re more attentive to his words, but today, you almost seemed cold and indifferent. Unfortunately, that also didn’t escape from Shotaro’s watchful eyes. 

 Did you stop loving me?

 Those words echo in his brain, as he notices how you’re not as enthusiastic about this tonight. 

 He soon called out for the waiter to place an order. The entire time that you both digest the dinner as the dishes get placed on the table, you both keep quiet, instead of letting the conversation flow like you’d usually would. 

 You’re not usually talkative, but at least, you’d always try to make light of the atmosphere to keep it in a good mood. You find it difficult to do now because there’s a lump in your throat, you can’t talk whenever you want to in front of him. 

 You’re afraid that you’ll break him. But your fragile self will break even more. 

 You gently wipe your lips with a tissue, looking at him with an unreadable expression on your face. You’re thinking to yourself that it’s not worth it anymore. It’s killing both him and you on the inside.

 You loved him as much as you also recognized that the relationship was starting to wear down on you. You both become… too much for each other. 

 You couldn’t exist without him by your side.

 It’s a painful realization that you came to make when you suddenly woke up one day and feel anxious to be by yourself. Deep down, you know that Shotaro will like you no matter what, but you just… you lost a part of yourself. You can see that you both were never meant to be like this.

 Did you fall out of love? It’s more complicated than that. 

 But if anything, you started to recognize the patterns of extreme codependency, whether in emotional or physical ways. You recently started to distance yourself from him, wanting to set both of you and him free.

 The slow flow of grape wine that he pours into the glass awakes you out of the thoughts that battle between your heart and brain. You don’t want to ruin this moment, but the tension becomes thicker as time drags on. 

 This might be by far, the longest dinner date that you both have. 

 You also get the same wine and pour it into the wine glass, lips pressed into the rim and slowly, letting the drop of the bitter taste seep into your throat. 

 You know Shotaro doesn’t drink much. He pours such a little amount because he drives here. So you never asked him why he won’t indulge in the act of drinking. You then gently place the wine glass in front of you, looking at him, heart pounds with anxiety to break this news to him. 

 After awhile, you sigh, your silky voice utters the words that you never thought would be spilled from your lips. 

“I don’t think we can do this anymore.” You say it softly, eyes showing the utmost sadness in your words.

 His worst nightmare came true. 

 Chib, chib, chib. 

 That’s the sound of the arrow stabbed right into his fragile heart, your words are the deadliest weapon and the purest medicine that could cure him. But right now, you intended to kill him with those simple words. He brings himself to ask you a question, not sure if he heard you right and he was hoping that you were just joking when you said those words. 

“You’re joking right?” 

 The silence that follows after, tells him everything that he needed to know. 

 He can sense the emotions linger in the air, without you having to ever utter it out. His voice shakes a bit, as he speaks softly, biting the bullet to hear the confirmation from you himself. 

“Is this the end of us?” 

 You don’t know how to act, maybe you shouldn’t underestimate that he would read you like an open book. 

 The silence drags on for a long time, you couldn’t force yourself to say anything— which heightens Shotaro’s anxiety. Maybe he had been wrong about the intuition that you don’t love him anymore. Maybe… maybe-

“Maybe…” You whimper softly, gaze lingers on him and then at the wine glass. “I’m really sorry.” 

“Will I know why?” His voice chokes up as he asks that question. It’s not out of necessity, but mere curiosity… or even trying to see if he’s inferior to the kind of person that you longed for, but he couldn’t give to you. He sighs as his chest is tightening with pain and overwhelming sadness that everything is coming to an end. 

“Did you fall out of love with me?” 

 You shake your head in pure disagreement before you give a reply. “No.” You then hesitate to continue, not sure if it’s what you should be saying, but you decide that you came this far and confessed this much. It wouldn’t hurt to say more “I don’t think… we’re supposed to be like this. This codependent, this attached… that we lost ourselves anymore.” 

 He nods his head slowly, processing your words. It’s true— he loves you more than life itself. But you’re right— it’s not good or healthy for a relationship to progress like yours like this. 

 If only he could turn back time and be a better man. 

 The restaurant is quiet, the slow music is playing to accommodate the tense atmosphere that has been set by you both. People from a few tables away can’t hear the conversation that you both are having. Much less, a break up like this. 

“Can’t we fix this?” His voice gets more panicked, his hands shake, he’s close to losing his mind. His hands reach out to grab yours, all delicate and perfect, with a promise ring on your finger. A ring that he bought for you a year ago. You return the favor, fingers caressing softly onto the matching ring on his hand. 

“I don’t think… It's just our problem together. It’s us that have problems separately that came together and bundled it up.” You suck in your breath, it pains you to say it too. “We had so many of these talks, but it’s like we failed to meet our promises to be the healthier version of ourselves.” 

 His heart drops low, he had never felt so hopeless before. 

 The silence lingers in the air after your statement. The slow breathing from both you and him, as an attempt to calm one another’s hearts down, doesn’t seem to be much of a help. Finally, he brings himself to utter the phrase that he despises saying it. 

“Is there no hope for us?” He asks, voice breaks as he is confronted by the reality to see that the relationship suffocates you, much to his selfishness.

“I don’t think so.” You shake your head firmly. Knowing that you both are in too deep and this is doing more harm than good. He is reluctant to accept the extent of their situation, but he sighs, confronting the reality. 

 They’re beyond broken. 

 He braces himself to ask another question, breathing through his mouth, attempting to take control of his trembling voice that only gets worse overtime. 

“We worked it out fine, didn’t we?” 

“I thought we did.” 

 ‘I thought we did.’ 

 Deep down, he knows it. You’ve always been the more mature one in the relationship, but you feel like someone he should be protective over. Maybe it’s because that you always rely on him and in turn, it also feeds into him being your savior that the relationship reaches the breaking point like this. 

“Am I too immature?” He asks, eyes pleading with a look that asks you to stay. To just try for them one last time. “Too intense?” 

 You can’t lie and say it isn’t. Because it is. But it’s also your fault that you allow it to go as far as possible. To the point of no return. 

“I don’t know what went wrong.” You say softly. You don’t remember when it did go wrong. “I wish I knew. But by the time I realized that we’re dysfunctional… It's way too late. All those talks never helped.” 

 You’ve always been the rational one between the both of you. But right now, he wishes you weren’t so rational. 

“I’m sorry.” Shotaro chokes it out, his heartstring is being painfully pulled out as he feels his chest tightens more and more from the pain and shame that he never seems to be bettering himself to be enough of a good boyfriend for you. 

 You sigh, you love him a lot. But it’s so hard on you too, and not just him who has to sit here and listen to how they both messed up. 

“I’m codependent and I’m… a bit starved of validation. I’m sure that it wouldn’t sound much to you but I grow more insecure and doubtful of myself. I don’t know why.” 

 You know why. 

 You were never loved. And when you love, you don’t know how to. You need a lot of therapy and inner healing to do. 

“I’m sorry too.” You try to hold back from crying, this is making your heart hurt, your whole body hurts itself from the intensity of your emotions, mirroring him. 

“Don’t say goodbye just yet.” He whispers, his eyes tell you everything he needs to know— after all, it’s the window to his soul, as slow drops of waterfall coming right out of his beautiful sparkling but pained eyes. 

 You wanted to do that badly, but you prioritize your sanity and his over the love that you both have. 

“We can’t keep going on like this.” 

 He knows that, maybe it’s time to say goodbye. But what will happen to the dream life that they worked so hard towards to achieve it? 

 Will it all go in vain? 

“What about everything else?” His voice chokes up in pain and you want to cry from the pain that radiates from his voice. It kills you just as much as it kills him. 

 You retreat back from his grasp, as much as you liked the warmth of his hands. Right now, it overwhelms your senses, one that you couldn’t ignore and you’d want to cry into his arms and ask for another chance, but you couldn’t do it. You’d be selfish and trapped you both in a relationship of nothing but the unhealthy cycle that won’t be as beautiful as you had hoped for in the long run. 

 He watches you as you remove the matching ring he had gotten for you and it hits him, you both are really over. 

 There will be no more you and him. 

 You used to envision yourself getting married to him, thinking that he’s the perfect man. He still is, but you both aren’t made for each other anymore. Time changes you both. 

“I’m thankful that we had a wonderful time together.” You reply softly, the voice that he always adores, filled with gratitude that he doesn’t want to hear. 

 You let your tears fall onto the silver ring, as you gently place it onto the table with care and attentiveness to make sure that he won’t lose it. Then, you stand up, grabbing your handbag, as he watches you hopelessly. 

 Your tears seamlessly drop onto the silver ring; the ring that once held the promise of the forever future you both will be having are being snatched away by your words. You place the ring onto the white cloth that covers the table, the ring shines with your tears, as shining as the day he first met you, right in front of him. 

 He feels hopeless as you stand up, strapping your handbag and adjusting it accordingly and watching you wipe your tears in front of him like that. 

 You smile bitterly, the sincerity of your smile makes it worse. 

“Thank you for everything.” 

 And as you walk away until you disappear out of his sight in this beautiful restaurant, he knows that it’s time he says goodbye to this relationship, too.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

[thatgirlstrawberry]

be okay. please.

Feb. Request-7

In which Y/N is at base while Spencer is in the field. She loses communication and tension rises.

Warnings: guns, bombs, blood, normal CM stuff, sadness, angst, fluff, kissing, reader being worried and pregnant

Spencer x fem!reader

Y/N clenched her jaw as she sat beside Garcia in the bar cave. Her knee was bouncing up and down rapidly as she rubbed her stomach.

The reason she wasn’t with the rest of the team was because she was pregnant. Too far along to be working a case physically.

“Okay, wonder team.” Garcia sighed. “The bombs location is about two miles from where you are… now.”

“Thanks, baby girl.” Derek said over the phone. “How are you doing, Mrs. Reid?” He asked.

Y/N sighed. “Y’know, i just kinda wish you guys weren’t heading towards an active bomb but other than that… never better.”

Spencer cleared his throat. “Uh, wife can you make sure to keep baby in there until we get back?”

Y/N chuckled. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just hold my legs closed if I feel like Niagara Falls let loose from my vagina.”

“Dude!” Emily snorted.

Spencer chuckled. “The third trimester has made her pretty… graphic.”

Derek laughed. “Yeah, for real. The other night she told me that she wasn’t looking forward to feeling like she was pushing a watermelon out of her ass.”

“Sounds like my wife.” Spencer sighed.

Y/N sighed. “Y’know, getting to the ninth month is super exciting until you realize that the baby doesn’t come in the exact day you hit the ninth month.” She rolled her eyes. “Unless you’re freaking Monica from across the street.” She scowled. “That bitch pushed her devil baby twins out at fuckin’ midnight.”

Everyone laughed as Y/N grumbled.

Garcia shook her head. “I love all the… baby pushing out stuff— but you guys are coming up on the sight. Body cams on, please.”

On a separate screen, six frames showed up with their names in the corner. “All right, everyone’s clear to go. Be safe and kick ass.”

Y/N bit her lip as she saw Spencer’s body cam stop shaking and move from inside the car, out.

“Reid, you’re with me and Rossi, JJ and Emily with Morgan.” Hotch spoke. “Reid, Rossi and I will go try to diffuse the bomb, you guys go take down Mr. Hall.”

The reason the BAU was diffusing the bomb and not the bomb squad was because the unsub had somehow shut off all the power at the bomb station, making that they wouldn’t receive any notice of bomb threats. The doors were also ran by electricity so when the power went out, the doors shut down.

Everyone nodded and moved in different directions. Y/N saw them come to a door that the bomb should have been behind.

Hotch kicked it open and stepped aside for Reid and Rossi to go through first. “I’ve located the explosive.” Reid spoke.

Chills ran down Y/N’s spine as she saw it up close from his body cam.

She looked down at JJ and Emily’s body cam and realized that they went black. She pressed the call button on the computer. “Emily? JJ, can you hear me?” Derek’s looked like it was shaking all around. “Derek, what’s happening?”

His body cam went black.

“Derek?” Garcia called.

Y/N saw Spencer’s hands hesitantly touching the wires and cables attached to the bomb.

“Y/N, García, what are you seeing?” Rossi asked.

Her chest stared to heave. “Their body cams went black. I can’t see or hear them.” She shook her head.

“All of them?” Hotch asked.

“Yes! All of them.” Garcia snapped.

Y/N eyed Spencer’s body cam. There was a minute left on the timer. “No. No, Spencer you guys have to get out of there.” She spoke, desperation in her voice.

“Baby, I can’t talk to you right now. I need to focus, I’m so sorry.”

Y/N heart plummeted when she saw a figure in the background on the screen of Spencer’s cam.

“Spence, I-I think there’s someone in there with you.” She said quietly.

“What?”

Y/N shook, sitting on the edge of her seat. “Spencer, there’s someone in there with you. You need to g-go. You have to go.”

Rossi and Hotch pulled their guns and stalked forward towards the man covered in blood. “Hands up, Hall.”

Y/N grabbed Garcia’s hand as tears stung in her eyes. The clock continued to count down as Spencer moved his hands around. She could hear him whispering, reciting things he had learned earlier in the case.

Two gunshots were heard and Y/N flinched when Hotch and Rossi’s body came went black.

“No… no, no!” She yelled.

Spencer pulled his gun from his holster. “Mr. Hall?” He spoke, walking forward. “My name is Spencer Reid, and I want you to think very carefully about your next actions.” He said,

Y/N bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood.

“I don’t wanna follow your rules.” Hall spoke. He shrugged.

Spencer stepped forward again. “Okay. Okay, I understand. But, you’re the only one that can turn off the bomb?”

He nodded.

“If you help me diffuse it, you can make your own rules.” Spencer spoke. “You don’t have to follow anyone else’s, okay?”

Y/N shook, trying not to scream in Spencer’s ear piece. He only had thirty seconds left. “Okay. I-I can help you.”

“I need you to drop your weapon, though Mr. Hall.” Spencer spoke as he tried to walk forward.

Y/N clenched her jaw. Hurry, Spencer. Hurry.

She watched Mr. Hall drop the gun he was holding and walk forward. Spencer began to lift his gun back into his holster.

And the last thing Y/N saw was the man running at her husband before his body cam went black.

Y/N was silent for a moment. “Sp- Spencer?” She whispered, pressing the call button. “Spencer, are you there?”

She glanced at Penelope who looked lost, shocked, scared all in one. “Penelope, why- his body cam went off. Why did their cams go off?”

She shook her head as tears fell down her cheeks. “I-I…”

Y/N pulled her hand from hers. “Why the fuck did they go off, Garcia!?” She shouted. When the woman just started to weep, Y/N groaned and pulled out her phone, getting out of the chair she was in.

She called Spencer.

Riiing. Riiing. Riiing. Ri- Hi, this is Spencer Reid. I can’t come to the phone right now, leave a— babe, stop! Leave a message!

Y/N pressed her lips in a thin line to stop them from quivering. “No, no, no.” She shook her head. “Be okay. Please.” She whispered, pressing Rossi’s contact.

It rang, he didn’t answer.

“No, you have to be okay.”

She called JJ. No answer.

Morgan. No answer.

She called everyone on the team but no one picked up.

She paced, her breaths becoming short and labored. “No, no.” She shook her head.

“Y/N, sweetie, you need to calm down. Too much stress will put you into labor.” Garcia sniffled from behind her.

The woman either didn’t hear her or didn’t listen because she started hyperventilating. “Spencer and I are supposed to have this baby together— the team is supposed to be here for our kid— I- I- need them to be okay. I need him to be okay.”

García sobbed listening to her. “Y/N—“

“We’re supposed to move out of our apartment and get a big— b-big house so we can have more kids— I can’t do life without him— much less have a baby—“

García got up from her chair and slowly walked towards the panicking woman. “Y/N, i need you to stop or you will have this baby on the floor of my bat cave!” She said, placing her hands on her arms.

Y/N looked up at her with tears running. Garcia tilted her head to the side, pulling her in for a tight hug.

As she was rocking Y/N back and forth, she noticed something on the frames of the body cams.

Offline…

Offline…

Offline…

Offline…

Offline…

Offline…

“Y/N/N…” Garcia whispered. “Look.”

The woman pulled away from her and spun around. “What— am I looking at?” She asked, sniffling.

“If the cams are damaged they say ‘error’, those say offline.” She nodded.

Y/N furrowed her brows. “Okay? W-why is that important.”

García bit her lip. “Because that means that they might be okay.” She smiled, wiping a tear off of Y/N’s cheek. She walked towards the computer. “If the bomb ever went off, these would say error. So, the team might have turned they off for some reason. They might be okay.”

Y/N bit her lip. “If they’re okay, then why aren’t they answering my phone calls?” She asked.

“I— i don’t know, Y/N.”

The woman sighed with frustration, walking to the door.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where the hell are you going, pregnant lady!?” Garcia asked loudly.

Y/N looked back at her. “I’m going to the site to get my husband and the rest of our team.”

García groaned. “Okay, well your husband would kill me if I let you drive so hang on!”

.•.•.•.•.•.••.•.

Y/N had tears in her eyes as García turned on the road and the next thing in sight was a burning building.

“No. No, there’s no way they made it out.” She mumbled.

As soon as the car stopped Y/N got out of the car, running for the line of police cars and fire trucks and ambulances.

“Oh my god.” She shook her head.

“Ma’am? You can’t be here now.” A policeman said, reaching for her arm.

Y/N didn’t glance at him as she pulled her arm from us grasp and showed him her badge. “Fuck off.”

“Y/N! Y/N, wait!” She heard García calling for her.

She didn’t turn back. She needed to know if he was alive or dead.

The sirens hurt her ears as she passed dozens of fire trucks. “Rossi!” She screamed when she saw him covered in ash, coughing. “Oh my God, Rossi!”

“Oh, Y/N. What are you doing here?”

“You’re alive! Who else is alive!?”

“Y/N, Y/N, slow down sweetheart.” Rossi nodded, glancing around. He pulled her into a hug.

“Is he alive?” She whispered, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Sir, slow down! I need to take you to a paramedic!”

Y/N opened her eyes and practically pushed Rossi away from her. “Spencer!?” She screamed, rushing towards him.

His head snapped to her. “Y/N? What— what are you—“ he started to cough. When she got to him, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, tears escaping her eyes.

“I— thought you died!” She cried into his chest. “Why— where the fuck is your phone!?” She pushed off of him.

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry! I had to turn off the cams to gain trust. That was the only way he would agree to help diffuse the bomb.” He spoke quickly.

Y/N looked around. “Yeah, well it didn’t fucking work, now did it?!” The entire place was on fire.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

She reached up and wiped the blood from his forehead.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer looked down at his wife worriedly. She hadn’t said anything since they’d been home. They laid in bed, him rubbing her belly softly as she laid her head on his chest.

Suddenly, he heard sniffles coming from her. He tilted his head as he looked at her. “Y/N? Baby, what’s wrong?”

He moved so she could sit up. She criss crossed her legs and looked at her belly. “You are not allowed to die.” She told him.

He would almost think that was a joke if he hadn’t heard the shake in her voice. If he hadn’t seen the sad look on her face.

“I need you here.” She nodded, tears falling from her eyes and landing on her hands that laid on her stomach. “For me. I-I can’t do this without you.”

“You won’t have our child alone, baby—“

“I can’t do living without you, Spencer.” She looked up at him. “Baby or not, if you didn’t come home to me today, I—“ She paused. “I need you and our child needs you.” She told him, letting his thumbs wipe away her tears. “And we’re gonna have more kids. They need you. Our kid’s kids, they need you.”

Spencer leaned forward. “They will have me.” He nodded. He pulled her into his chest. “I will be here for you…” He rocked her back and forth. “For our kids… for our kid’s kids, love, I will always be here.”

Y/N nodded into his chest before she pulled away. She pushed his body back so he was laying down.

“What are you doing?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

She laid her hand on his chest before replacing it with her ear. “I just need to hear your heart for a while.”

“I need to know you’re okay.”

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THIS ONE IS SO SWEET AND SAD AND ALL THAT OMG

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