#i was a few spaces away and it still made me jump i can’t imagine being a CHILD and having that screamed in my face while it’s rainy too btw

[robertsbarbie]

some parents are just so evil to their kids

[httpvomitello]

Okay soooo~ this is my first time writing to ur acc but- I have a headcon idea about the rottmnt boys and I just laughed so hard on the inside- Okay so picture them with a short bestfriend/crush like around 5,1 or 4,11 you get the idea anyway- So their bestfriend/crush made a bet that they couldn't find them in 5-10 minutes and since reader is so short they can fit into any type of space like the kitchen cabinets maybe the ceiling maybe even the lab- and the boys are just looking around trying to find their bestfriend/crush and then maybe after so much time has passed their bestfriend/crush jumps out and scares the living daylights out of them- (*cough* Mostly Donnie or Leo *cough*) those two have the best reactions when caught off guard can't convince me otherwise- tho I feel like Donnie would be getting scared shitless the most because he always somehow forgets their bestfriend/crush is short af and can fit and hide anywhere and probably in his lab- Like just imagine Donnie in his lab working on shelldon only for their bestfriend/crush scare him shitless while he just stands there frozen staring into space trying to come back down to reality- because the poor guy got so scared his soul almost left him early- I'm actually dying picturing it and it being so fucking funny-🤣😂

Nooooo ~ The worst part is that I also find this funny 🥹 Anyways.... (I'm also short, and I think I would end up scaring them by appearing out of nowhere because of my height) Hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Starts off cocky

He’s laughing as he searches, all swagger, tossing out taunts like, “C’mon, this’ll be easy! You’re like, what, a foot tall?”

At first, he checks all the obvious spots, confident he’ll win

But when he doesn’t find them right away

He starts getting… annoyed

With each passing minute, he’s scrambling more and getting low-key panicked

(But will never admit it)

He’s crawling under tables, looking behind every cabinet, even balancing on his toes to check high places, muttering, “Where are you?”

By minute 9, he’s convinced they’re using some kind of stealth magic

Just when he’s about to yell for a hint

His friend leaps out of a high cabinet right above his head, shouting, “Found you!”

Leo jumps about a mile in the air and definitely lets out a yelp, only to turn and immediately play it cool

“Pfft, please, I knew you were up there the whole time,” he insists, laughing nervously while they’re laughing their head off

(He’ll never live it down).

Donnie approaches the challenge like a tactical mission

He’s positive his analytical skills will give him the edge, he’s done simulations for situations like this

He starts systematically checking everywhere he deems logical, mumbling calculations under his breath

He doesn’t even consider weird spots like tiny cabinets or tight spaces because he just assumes “they can’t fit in there.”

But as time ticks down and they still haven’t turned up, he starts… glitching

It bothers him that he can’t find them

He’s questioning his methods, his intelligence, his sanity

By minute 10, he’s pulling apart his lab in desperation, muttering, “Statistically, this makes no sense…”

Then...

BAM!

They leap out from behind a stack of lab equipment, yelling “BOO!”

He freezes

Doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just stands there, eyes wide, brain processing while his crush is cracking up

It takes him a solid five seconds to finally exhale and snap back to reality, half-annoyed, half-awed

“How… what… That was highly unnecessary.” But inside?

He’s impressed. Very impressed.

Raph is convinced he’s got this in the bag

He’s actually low-key excited to find them

Searches quickly, carefully looking under furniture and checking behind things

His biggest worry?

Accidentally breaking whatever tiny space they might be hiding in

Around the 5-minute mark, he’s getting a little worried, muttering “Alright, you gotta come out sometime.”

(He’s trying to sound annoyed but is actually having a blast.)

After a few more minutes, they finally jump out from a hidden nook and yell, “Gotcha!”

He’s startled, sure, but instead of jumping, he just lets out a big laugh and grins wide

“Nice try, short stuff. Almost got me there.”

He’s proud

Just doesn’t totally understand why anyone would want to squeeze into such a tiny spot to hide

Raph will start opening the cabins more carefully from now on, afraid that they might be hiding there out of nowhere.

He’s 100% into it, like it’s a treasure hunt, bouncing from place to place, calling out, “Ready or not, here I come!”

He’s convinced his “hide-and-seek intuition” will help him find them in record time

But when he can’t find them, he only gets more hyped

For Mikey, it’s all part of the fun

At minute 10, he’s practically pleading

“Alright, you win! Just tell me where you are!” He even starts rapping, trying to coax them out

When they finally jump out, surprising him with a “BOO!”

He lets out a huge scream and then immediately starts laughing

“That was awesome! You’re like a tiny ninja or something!”

(Mikey gets a little paranoid though, thinking they're going to jump out at him out of nowhere.)

100% asks for a rematch immediately

Mikey just wants an excuse to play this all over again.

[outsideratheart]

Happy Sundays (Laia Aleixandri x reader)

A/N: I’m not a huge fan of this one and I’m not really sure what prompted me to right it. Hey ho, I hope you all like it.

Sundays away at Meadow Park were never something to take easy. After your last performance there you wanted to prove that it was one bad day and it would not happen again. 

“Forget about it” Laia’s hand rested on the small of your back as you stood in the tunnel “it was a mistake, don’t take it into this game” 

You had been obsessing over the previous league game against Arsenal when your error game the home side 3 points. 

“No can do” you didn’t look back at her but you hand to lower to her waist as you give it a little squeeze. 

Your girlfriend shared a look with her close friend and fellow defender. Leila simply shrugged her shoulders. If she has learnt one thing since coming to Manchester City it is that you held yourself the highest standard and anything below that was not good enough.

Through the fist half you didn’t have much to do. The ball was being played in the middle third for the most part and you took the time off the ball to watch your team play. There were a few moments when you were needed but Arsenal took too long to execute so they weren’t really a threat.

The second half is very similar to the first. That is until Arsenal commit a foul and city is awarded a free kick. Chloe looks at her options and with Bunny already on the bench you wonder who will be the blonde’s target. At first you think it will go over everyone and out for a goal kick but then it hits Catley’s leg and Laia has clear shot on goal. You scream in delight as the ball hits the back of the net. 

Do you want to run to the other end of the pitch to celebrate with her? Of course you do but you also know that isn’t an option so you retreat to your goal and prepare yourself for the restart. No way was you going to let your girlfriend’s goal be in vain. You were going to everything you can to keep a clean sheet and send the team into the quarter final.

When Laia got back into her position she turned around and made a heart shape with her hands before pointing to you. She did the exact same thing when she scored her first goal for the club. Just as you did then you kiss your fingers then point at her. 

“You two can be cute after the game. Focus” Alex points at the both of you. 

“Yes boss” you salute your captain and return your focus to the game.

When 6 minutes of injury time is announced you know that Arsenal are going to give it there all. They had nothing to lose and you were the thing standing in their way of going through to the next round. 

Your first true challenge of the game came from an Arsenal corner. Pavlova gets her head to the ball and you use every ounce of power in your legs to jump and push it over the cross bar. 

“Jesus Christ. That was too close. Be better girls!” You shout to the players in the box “that can’t happen again” 

“We won’t” Laia is the closest to you “5 more minutes. Project your goal, mi amor” 

You only have the chance to nod before Foord is on your for the next corner. 

A few minutes pass and you hate to admit it but it has been all Arsenal. You are filled with adrenaline from the saves you make and watching your girls fight to defend.

Somehow Kim gets the ball in open space. You know what she is capable of you do everything you can prepare for the power shot is about to take. It comes flying at you quicker than you imagined and yet you still manage to react quick enough, once again sending the ball over the bar.

When the full whistle blows you pound the badge on your chest in victory. 

Laia and Leila both coming running to you and latch onto you like koala’s. 

“Victoria, chicas. A la siguiente” you tell the two of them as you place them back on the ground.

“My keeper and my goal scorer” Leila kisses you both on the head.

“My keeper” your girlfriend says territorially.

“And my goal scorer” you match her tone.

The former Barcelona defender mutters something you don’t quite catch before leaving you alone with Laia.

“You showed them. You showed them all” she tells you. 

“You scored Laia. You’re the reason why we are through the to quarter finals” 

Nothing a lot is said as you head to where the team is huddling. Your girlfriend head rests on your shoulder and your arm wraps around hers. You won’t lie the injury time took all your focus and you felt a little mentally drained. Laia knew that this sometimes happened so she doesn’t say much. You both enjoy being in each others company even if you know the peace won’t last long. 

“There they are!” Chloe says as you approach the team “our stars” 

You take a bow reeling in the cheers before pushing your girlfriend into the middle of the huddle so the team can celebrate her once again. 

Once in the changing room you go about your business. You shower, get changed and head to bus to get one of the tables. By the time Laia get on board you are dancing around with Chloe as if no one is watching. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, what are you doing?” Laia laughs as she sits where you’ve placed your bag. 

“There she is. The love of my life, the scorer, the Spanish beauty, my girlfriend Laia Aleixandri!!!” You introduce much like an announcer does a boxer. 

With flushed cheeks, she pulls you down into the seat. 

“Look at us. You scored and I made some right worldie saves!” 

“You’re in a good mood. Will I be dealing with confident Y/N all night?” She moves lose wet strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Oh you know it. Tomorrow morning too” you quickly steal a kiss. 

[cannedpickledpeaches]

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Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader

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Notes and TW: Overthinker reader having a conversation with Mr. "Just Trust Me" Jade Leech. This series will have mentions of blood, violence, crime (kidnapping, attempted assassination, extortion), and harassment, as one might expect from a mafia AU. Please enjoy!

Tags: @guava-writes @itszzmoon @twstsandturns @myteacupisempty @rou-luxe

“Would you like some tea?”

Jade offers you a cup of something that smells like lavender. You shake your head.

“I’m okay.” You turn your attention back to your screen. He sets the cup and saucer next to you anyway. “Who knows, maybe you’ve put a suspicious substance in it.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I can do something out of the kindness of my heart?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “You? Absolutely not. Give an inch and you take a mile.”

There’s a beat where he doesn’t reply. You look up at him, wondering if you’ve said something strange, but his back is turned as he walks to his seat. When he turns back around to settle in his chair, his expression stills like a frozen pond. Perfectly crafted, carefully unreadable.

A few hours have passed since his phone call. You’ve decided to work in Jade’s office today, thinking that you might get a clue or a burst of inspiration if one of the subjects of your thoughts is in close proximity. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, his quiet hums and constant catering to your needs indicates that he’s rather pleased. Aside from the cup of tea releasing a wispy veil of steam, there’s also a plate of cookies and a bowl of cherries on his desk beside you.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

You close your laptop and sigh. There are too many to count, all swirling in your head without rest.

“Still thinking about what you told me this morning.” You don’t want to address the bigger issue—that (Y/N) apparently forgot who you are—so you start small. “I didn’t expect you to actually fall asleep.”

“Neither did I.” Jade frowns in thought. “I imagine it is a result of too few hours of sleep throughout the week.”

“Even so, you said it yourself. You can’t sleep around strangers.” You drum your fingers on the desk. “Maybe you actually do feel at ease around her.”

“That is not the case.” His voice carries certainty that surprises you. When you glance at him, you notice that his mouth is set in a firm line. “I was quite unsettled when I woke up.”

“Huh.” You can imagine it. His shock at his lapse in vigilance. But even so, no matter how tired he is, he has never made this sort of blunder before. “I guess there’s a first for everything.”

A shadow passes over his face. He stands next to your chair and leans over you. His eyes stare straight into yours—piercing mismatched eyes with an almost magnetic pull.

“I will ask you the same question as last night. Do you really believe that manuscript is a reflection of things that will certainly come to pass?”

Your heart jumps. Is he using Shock the Heart? But a few seconds pass, and no words leave your lips. This is not his Signature Spell. This is Jade Leech asking you a sincere, serious question. Besides, you have no reason to lie.

“Like I said, I don’t know—”

“Then don’t talk and act as though it is.” Is that frustration in his voice? He maintains eye contact with you, and you feel as though you can’t look away. “I, for one, think a predetermined future is horribly boring. My actions dictated for me, every event predictable . . . . I would sooner abandon it all and throw caution to the wind. The only reason why I am following the manuscript is because it outlines a way to restore my parents’ health.”

His sentence ends on half a breath, as though he originally intended to say more. He doesn’t. You wait, but nothing comes out.

“And?”

He kneels beside your chair, no longer towering over you or crowding your space. When he speaks again, he is quiet. But in the silence of his office, you hear it clear as day.

“And because that is what you want.”

Many history textbooks praise the Sea Witch for her spells and potions. One of the most famous ones took away a mermaid’s voice. You wonder if this is what that mermaid felt like. A storm of thoughts, but none able to be processed by your vocal chords. Parted lips that leak no sounds. You stare, nonplussed.

Eventually, you manage to let out a breathy, barely-heard whisper.

“What?”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “That is the truth. If that is what you wish for, then I will do my best to live up to your expectations. I know your good friend (Y/N)’s life is difficult. I know you think that by following this manuscript, everyone will be happy, because that is what it says will happen.”

You continue staring. The words seem to pass through you. It’s as though you are sitting in a dream, your surroundings wavering and surreal. What is he saying?

“The truth is that I could simply care less about (Y/N). She is at most an acquaintance. The reason why I give her special treatment is because I know she is precious to you.” He keeps rambling. You get the sense that he has been keeping quiet about this for a while. “As for the matter concerning my parents. If we follow the story, there is still no guarantee that they will be cured. Even you said you do not know if the manuscript’s plot will certainly come to pass. If Vil Schoenheit refuses to help my family, we will think of another way. He is not the only alchemist or curse expert in the world.

“I will follow what you want. But do not ask me to fall in love with (Y/N). That is the one thing I cannot do.”

“Why?” Your brain feels like porridge. Nothing seems to be getting through it. You cannot reason out a single thing. Isn’t (Y/N) created to be loved? Aren’t they written to fit like a glove on each other’s fingers? You’ve read the story. There doesn’t seem to be a particular reason why the Jade in the story obsesses over her aside from spending time together. It doesn’t actually matter. It’s the author’s will that their love is written in the stars—and the pages of that damn manuscript. It’s the point of the entire plot. “Is there something you don’t like about her?”

“Do I need a reason for failing to fall in love?”

Your mind blanks. Does he need a reason? He has a similar line in the manuscript. Do I need a reason for falling in love? If you think about it, isn’t it the same? No matter how you try and reason out the answer, love is not a puzzle with a logical answer. There is no formula, no recipe, no surefire step-by-step manual that you can follow to ensure success. Sometimes a spark causes a flame, and sometimes it sizzles out and dies. There is nobody to blame for either outcome.

You can’t wrap your mind around it. Why. Why. Why. Your brain, constantly overflowing with thoughts, cannot leave this topic to rest. A puzzle without an answer leaves you feeling antsy. Not knowing everything is a sin to your conscience.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“That is how love tends to be.”

An unsatisfactory answer. You dig your nails into your palm.

“Then answer me this. Why do you follow what I want? Is it because I’m interesting? No, that’s not right. You just said following a pre-written script is boring, and that’s exactly what I told you to do. I don’t understand.”

“The script is boring. You are anything but.”

“Me? What have I done?”

He smiles, then, one wholly different from his polite masks or his teasing grins or even his unhinged laughter. It’s an expression you associate with the times he talks about his interests. The expression that blankets and scatters across his countenance like orange rays of the setting sun over ocean waves. A quiet and calm beauty. A fondness that he rarely allows to be seen.

“Did you know that when you have much on your mind, you look up to the sky? That is why you prefer rooms with windows. The attic in my home that you love so dearly is one such room, and you spend all your time there nestled on the window seat. On that topic, you prefer small spaces because it helps you feel secure while you think. This is because you tend to zone out, and it is easier to defend yourself when no threats can appear behind you.”

“Uh, this is more like a behavioural report than a reason.”

“I do adore observing your behaviour. Particularly when you are lost in thought. I find myself wondering what you’re thinking about. If you’ll share them with me. But oftentimes, you do not trust me enough to do so.”

You swallow hard. “It’s hard to.”

“Why is that? I’ve known you for fifteen years. Floyd has known you for just as long, Azul a little less. (Y/N) has only known you for one year. So why can’t you trust me?”

You fiddle with your fingers, no longer capable of meeting his gaze. This kind of outburst is not something you expected from Jade. How long has he been thinking this way?

“I can’t tell what’s going on in your head. That’s why. Everything you say or do just gives me more to think about. If you’re being genuine or not, if you’ll suddenly decide to turn on me, things like that.”

Hurt flashes in his eyes. His smile shifts from fond to rueful and raw desperation permeates his shaky voice. It sounds brittle, as though a well-aimed push would shatter it into infinitesimal pieces.

“Is it so inconceivable that I could do things for you without ulterior motives?”

You look away. “Only until it no longer serves your interests or amuses you. Even if I can’t trust you fully, I’m sure there’s at least some level of it between us. I mean, we see each other regularly. I even let you drive me home.”

“Yes, but I am afraid I am a greedy man. Anyone else turning their back on me would be tolerable, but you—if it’s you . . . . At least promise me this. Even if I turn on the entire world,” he declares quietly, “promise you will trust that I will not betray you.”

You open your mouth as though to reply. Nothing comes out. You try again, your fingers gripping your knees tightly.

“I think we’re too similar. We’re both too cautious. We both think too much. Because of that, I can’t let my guard down around you.”

“Yet that is exactly what fascinates me.” He places a hand over yours. “Trying to decipher your thoughts, wondering about the motivations behind your actions, these are all things I find myself enthralled by. Your brutality and decisiveness towards that which would benefit you, but your willingness to do anything for the people dear to you. Your cautious nature as you execute your bold plans. Every time I think I have you pinned down, I only unearth another layer. The mystery intrigues me. On the other hand, I cannot help but wish you would trust and open up to me a little more.”

“That’s contradictory.”

“I cannot help it.” He smiles wryly. “I am contradictory by nature, as are you.”

You study his hand that engulfs yours. Cool to the touch. Ungloved, too. You muster your resolve.

“Then promise you won’t lie to me.” You finally lift your gaze until it returns to his eyes. Clear eyes that have been by your side for years. The eyes of a liar and schemer. Ironic for the one who wields a Signature Spell that forces out the truth. But these are the eyes of Jade Leech, and you won’t try to make him be someone he isn’t. “Lie to everyone else, I don’t care. But don’t lie to me. You can try to trick me or give me half-truths. I’ll figure them out on my own. If I still get fooled, that’s on me. Just don’t outright lie.”

The pounding of your heart fills your ears. Then, it is replaced by the sound of his quiet laughter.

“I expected nothing less from you.” He brings your hand up to touch his cheek. It only lasts a moment before he lets go and stands back up, returning to his seat. “I give you my word. I will never lie to you again.”

You look at the teacup on the desk, the lavender tea inside now cooled. The untouched cookies and cherries. A soft clink rings out as you take the teacup and bring it to your lips. Sweet and fragrant. Even cold, the tea Jade brews is impeccable.

[matsunoluvr]

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ how i think rafayel would react to horror movies…

might be a bit ooc, sorry if it is… _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

characters: rafayel

use of “Mr/Miss” - NB readers can ignore this!!

warnings: slight gore, swearing, suggestive connotations, rafayel, he bites you (softly)

continued under the cut ~

writers notes: kind of inspired by the your fragrance card near the end（≧∇≦）

“I’ll have you know, Miss/Mr Bodyguard, I don’t get scared easily.”

absolute pussy.

half covers his face every time he thinks there’s going to be a jump scare with his shirt

“miss/mr bodyguard… you dont think there’s going to be another on-AGH!”

OH MY GOOOD imagine his voice all whiny and a little shaken - i’ll tell you what i know he wants to hold onto you but is too embarrassed

his screams aren’t long, they’re more like a high pitched yelp

when the jump scares aren’t as scary, he flinches slightly or laughs at you

“awww miss/mr bodyguard, need to hold my hand?”

he’d look at you with a shit eating grin as if he wasn’t screaming like a bitch earlier

first time he yelped you couldn’t help but tease him

oh my god the beautiful shade of red his ears went as he defended himself

“I didn’t expect it, that’s all- don’t laugh… ugh..” and he’s darting his eyes in every direction, blocking his lips and cheeks from your sight but the flush is visible up his neck, up to the tip of his ears <3

if you’re eating popcorn he probably either dropped some, spit some out or choked on some 💀

° • * Incoming text from : Rafayel

“miss bodyguard, come n watch me paint plss im lonely”

Snuggled on the couch, you munched away greedily on the popcorn Rafayel had made - a little on the burnt side but hey, popcorn is popcorn - whilst he lazily scrolled through the movie options.

“What d’ya wanna watch?” He tilted his head towards you, eyes still trained on the TV. The space between the two of you was substantial, the bowl of popcorn, a few of the plushies you two had won from the claw machine, bottled water and a few other things, yet you could still feel his body heat radiating off him.

Humming passively, you can’t help but snort as he stops at the horror movie section.

“Horror?” You smirk, raising an eyebrow at him, causing an arguably overdramatic face of offence in response.

“What are you saying, why that tone?” He frowned, popping an un-popped kernel between his teeth, the crunching sound biting back at your remark.

“Hey-” Lifting your arms in faux defence, you shrug your shoulder at him. “I’m just saying, I didn’t take you for a horror-movie enjoyer.”

At this you watched his frown deepen and the familiar glint of competitiveness in his eyes, and now you were really in for it. He scrolls to the closest movie - “The Silence” - and immediately selects the movie to start…

[ 30 minutes into the movie]

Another yelp and your cheeks are hurting from the constant grin and chuckling as you watch Rafayel cowering beside you.

His eyes are half closed and his knees are drawing up close to his chest in a fetal-esque position, his bottom lip chewed and face flushed in a beautiful shade of pink.

“Agh- fuck!” Yelping again, he shuffles closer to you, hands clasping gently at your sleeve as he covers himself from another jump scare. He resembled a vulnerable kitten, and if you really tried you could almost make out the flattened ears and quivering tail.

“Aww, Rafayel. Feeling scared?” You cooed, petting his hair in a mocking manner, feeling his curls under your finger tips.

In response, he presses his face into your side, trying to block out the light and view. You can feel his nose pressing against you and his voice comes out muffled.

“I’m just tired, tired! Not scared, need to rest my eyes.” Rafayel grumbled out, pouting with his face nuzzled in your figure. His cheek squishes against you as he turns to the side to speak clearer.

“Miss/Mr Bodyguard… what fragrance did you use?”

Confused, you look down at Rafayel - subconsciously blocking out the screams and noises coming from the TV screen.

“Nothing, why?”

“Don’t lie to me. I hate lies.”

Pressing his face back into your side, he nuzzles into you. Now he really resembles a cat, practically purring at you.

“Smells bad…” Rafayel grumbles, yet he can’t stop pressing his cheek along your side, nor the flush that ran along his cheekbones, concentrating and pigmenting his ears.

“Rafayel, what are you…” Drifting off mid sentence, you feel his hand guide your hand to his cheek, soft and warm to the touch. His eyes lift to meet yours, dazed and glossed over.

Whatever he was smelling was really fucking with him.

“Hey, I’m not sure if-” A gentle bite to your hand followed by the dragging off his tongue along the marks left behind. He seemed almost drugged, sense of reason long gone.

“Fuck.. what is in that perfume…”

“I told you- I don’t have any perfume on.”

Completely disregarding you protests, he presses on, biting again at your palm. Once cowering position now more upfront, his legs shifted to lean over your body.

“Miss/Mr Bodyguard… let me remove this scent from you…”

[hangesslut]

Campfires & Ghost Stories

Levi Ackerman x Reader (18+)

(Smutty smut at the end, lovelies <3)

“Y/N, STOP IT!” I laugh loudly as Sasha yells at me. It’s been close to two hours of telling spooky stories and you finally got one that made everyone cave.

“Okay, okay! I’m done.” Grinning wide, I set back down on a log and feel the warmth of the campfire. Turning towards Sasha I drop my face into a horrified look as I stare past her shoulder. In reality there’s nothing behind her, but she jumps up and runs towards Jean, absolutely freaking out.

“What! What’s there!?” She stares at you wide-eyed. Trying to keep my composure, I fail and start dying of laughter once again.

“I’m sorry Sasha! You’re just too easy to scare…” I wipe the tears from my eyes and take a few deep breaths. Sasha just huffs and plops down on the log next to Jean and Connie. I pull my cloak around me and shiver lightly as the fire starts to die down. I go to stand up to grab more firewood, but get gently shoved back down. I look up and see Captain Levi. He nods at me and goes to grab more wood. You watch as he takes careful steps around everyone towards the area with our tents.

I’d never admit this to anyone, but I find that man so incredibly attractive. The way he holds himself alone is enough to kill a lady, but he’s also got these piercing eyes and such an intense way about him. He’s shorter, but I’ve only got a few inches on him. I wonder if he makes up for that somewhere else… I feel my face getting hot at the idea and I use my cloak to cover it. Levi walks back, tossing some logs into the fire and sits back down.

“Hey, you okay?” He partially grunts out. I quickly nod, keeping my face covered.

“Just cold!” Ugh. That came out a little too enthusiastically. I throw a quick glance at him and see he’s staring me down. He hums and slowly nods before looking away.

Looking around the camp, everyone seems pretty preoccupied. Eren, Mikasa and Armin are all talking about something that happened in training. Connie and Jean are picking fun at Sasha. I’m not even sure when or why I sat next to him, but Levi and I have been uncomfortably close on this log for awhile. I could have sworn we were sitting further away before he got up to get wood… Did he sit closer to me after he came back? I look down at the little space in between us, his hand dangerously close to my thigh. I start imagining what his hands would feel like, rubbing and grabbing my legs. Would they be soft or rough? Would he even do that?

I’m yanked out of my daydream by someone standing up and yelling about it being late and needing to go to bed. A few others mutter in agreement and head towards their respective tents. I look around and see that other than me and Levi, Eren is still sat looking at the fire. His face stretches into a slow yawn as he stands up.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed too, goodnight Y/N.” He sends me a soft smile and a small nod to Levi.

“Goodnight, Eren.” I give him a small wave and watch as he climbs into his tent.

I hear Levi clear his throat and I feel my body tense. “I-I should head to bed too, sir.”

I gather some things and lean to stand up just as Levi grabs my arm and drags me down. Landing directly onto his lap, I drop my things and gasp. All he does is slowly wrap his arms around my waist.

“Stay. Stay here with me a little longer.” He hums out.

I shiver in response to his low, warm voice and nod.

“Y-yes sir.” I feel him tense slightly.

“You can drop the formalities Y/N, it’s just us here now…” I feel his hand slide down my back and around to my thighs.

I try my hardest to relax, but so many things are running through my mind. I bring my bottom lip in between my teeth and glance down at him. I’m met with two shining eyes, staring me down intensely. I want to look away, but I can’t. I watch his eyes travel down to my lips, before coming back to my eyes.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” God. The way my name sounds coming out of this man’s mouth is intoxicating. I nod my head slowly.

“Use your words.” My breath hitches.

“Yes, sir…” I watch his eyes darken slightly. He brings one hand up and wraps it in my hair.

“Can I kiss you?” Oh god yes!

“U-um yeah. I mean yes!” Levi wastes no time and pushes his lips onto mine. My eyes shoot open and then quickly relax as I allow myself to fall further into the kiss.

His hand in my hair slides down as he wraps both hands under me. Picking me up he carries me over to his tent. I hear the zipper slide open, the next thing I know I’m laying on my back with Levi hovering over me. My eyes are wide and staring at his. He leans down and slowly starts kissing my jaw, sliding down to my neck. He leaves little kisses and bites. Letting out little gasps as he goes, I feel him smirk against my skin.

“You like that? You like how I feel, kissing you and sucking on you?” I let out a low, quiet moan at his words and I feel him pick up the pace.

“What did I say, use your words.” I whine lightly and bite my lip.

“Y-yes! I like it, oh god yes.” I struggle to get my words out, only to sound embarrassing. I hear Levi chuckle and he slowly starts rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. His body is fully in between my legs now and his hands keep inching higher and higher. I feel like I’m going to come apart already and he’s barely even done anything! His fingers slowly brush up against me and the feeling sends an electric shock through my whole body.

“A-ah! L-levi!” I look up at him and see him staring down at me, pupils blown wide. His hands make an effort at undoing my pants, popping the button and slowly sliding his hand in. I feel his fingers slowly slide up against my cunt, gently pushing a finger in. I gasp and arch my back. This feeling… I can’t even finish my thought before his thumb starts gently rubbing circles on my clit. I’m going to come completely undone on my Captain’s hand. Moaning and squirming, I feel so much heat around my lower half. Levi bends down, slamming his lips onto mine and continuing his movements. I feel myself getting closer and closer. Oh, I don’t want this to end.

“O-oh! Levi, I-I’m gon-“ I get cut off by another moan as I gasp for air.

He kisses my ear and whispers, “Cum. Cum for me baby. Cum all over my hand.” He picks up the pace and my legs start to shake.

His lips come down and muffle my moans as they’re borderline screams at this point. I feel myself completely unravel around his fingers and for a few seconds I’m in complete bliss. He continues his movements, slowing down as I catch my breath. When he pulls his fingers out I let out a small gasp and see him smirking down at me.

“How was that? I could tell you’ve been thinking about it all night, Y/N.” I feel my face go hot and I bite my lip.

“It was…amazing. Thank you, sir.” He laughs quietly. Slipping himself in beside me and yanking me towards him.

“No need to thank me, just lay here for now and relax. I needed it as much as you did.” He pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. I close my eyes, relaxing into his hold and sigh. I feel myself getting more and more tired.

“Sleep, Y/N.” I feel him kiss the top of my head as my eyes flutter fully closed, letting sleep fully take me.

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RippleClan: Moon 71

Rattlepelt went missing for a few days.

[Image ID: Mitespark, standing in the distance, calls, “Rattlepelt!” Rattlepelt faces away from her in the foreground. Under Rattlepelt, it says LEVEL UP! BLOODTHIRSTY -> THOUGHTFUL.]

Mitespark didn’t know her former mentor well. She knew a Rattlepelt, but not the Rattlepelt that now wandered through RippleClan. The first Rattlepelt had grown more angry, more paranoid as the moons passed, and only a group of kittens saw why. The new Rattlepelt was supposed to be the Rattlepelt the older RippleClan cats knew, the artisan who enthusiastically talked about her crafts and showed off songs and dances to kits. 

That Rattlepelt had yet to appear.

Instead, the Rattlepelt that now inhabited the furless gray molly had gone off to “collect weaving materials” four days prior and had yet to return to camp. Patrols scented her around the territory, so she hadn’t left. Yet no one could approach her. No one could find her, even if they wanted to. Spikecrash and Paleseed said to “give her space”, to let her process all that had unfolded.

Mitespark decided Rattlepelt had had enough space.

“Rattlepelt?” Mitespark called as she roamed RippleClan territory, searching for the furless molly’s scent. “Rattlepelt, where are you?” Birdsong was her only reply. Pollen clogged her nose and made her sneeze. The late spring blossoms sought to destroy Mitespark’s nose, even as they dazzled her with newfound life and color. The final moments of sunhigh dragged at Mitespark’s eyelids, but she forced herself to stay alert. She wasn’t going back to camp without her mentor!

“Rattlepelt!” she yowled once more. She held Rattlepelt’s name out, screeching until her throat burned. Birds startled and flew from the branches overhead. Mitespark coughed when her throat finally gave out. Now the forest gave no reply.

“Rattlepelt, please come home,” Mitespark begged, dropping her head. “Your mothers miss you. I want to get to know my real mentor.” 

Silence.

“No one is mad at you anymore! We understand you weren’t in control of yourself. The Shardling made you angry.”

Silence.

“No one knew the truth! We couldn’t have known you were possessed! We would have helped you sooner if we knew!”

Silence.

“I don’t know what to tell you! I don’t know how to help you!”

“Mitespark, please. Leave me be.” Rattlepelt’s voice came from the trees. Mitespark scanned the late spring leaves and buds for signs of gray skin. She couldn’t see her.

“RippleClan is worried about you!” Mitespark yowled, trotting along the trunks. “We just want you to come home. The kits are still staying in the apprentice’s den while we clean the nursery, but we’d get them back in sooner if you were there to help.”

“The kits don’t want to see me. I almost killed them.” Mitespark spun around. The voice was coming from the trees behind her, now.

“That was the Shardling, though.”

“Was it? Really?” There, in the short pine! Copper eyes watched Mitespark stumble through the trees. “The Shardling didn’t steal my body from me. I didn’t stop it from hurting people.”

“We forgive you.” Mitespark ran at the tree. She pounced on the trunk like a squirrel and launched herself into the lower branches. Rattlepelt sat on a branch tail-lengths above. Dirt scuffed the raw wound on her shoulder. Her skin looked red from the sun.

“I don’t,” Rattlepelt huffed. “I’ll come home when I’m ready.” She laid across her branch and rested her head away from Mitespark. Mitespark steadied herself. She jumped onto Rattlepelt’s branch, sending needles fluttering down. Rattlepelt turned her head further from her former apprentice.

“Your wound doesn’t look good,” Mitespark muttered. “Troutpool and Honeybuzz can clean it up for you.”

“They shouldn’t have to,” Rattlepelt said, ears lowering. “Weevilkit was right to give me this. Can you imagine how it feels to know you would have killed a kit had someone not stopped you?” 

“I can’t say I do,” Mitespark gulped, “but Rattlepelt… you don’t have to forgive yourself yet. We just want you to come home. We’re worried. Don’t the kits deserve to know who you really are?” Don’t I? 

Rattlepelt sighed deeply. Her tail tip twitched, dangling off the branch like a broken twig. She stared at nothing, thinking of everything.

“I won’t be pleasant company,” Rattlepelt sighed.

“You don’t have to be,” Mitespark promised, setting a paw on Rattlepelt’s back. “Just come home with me.”

And so she did.

(Mitespark: 13, female, artisan, charismatic, good mediator)

(Rattlepelt: 54, female, artisan, thoughtful, leather artist)

Lightningkit hides behind Cobaltkit… who hides behind Puddlewhisper.

[Image ID: Lightningkit stands behind Cobaltkit, who stands behind Puddlewhisper. Puddlewhisper calls, “Mollies?” Under Cobaltkit, it says + NEW SKILL: LOVES TO EAT. Under Lightningkit, it says + NEW SKILL: ALWAYS WANDERING.]

(Lightningkit: 1, female, kit, self-conscious, always wandering)

(Cobaltkit: 1, female, kit, quiet, loves to eat)

(Puddlewhisper: 37, trans female, codekeeper, righteous, natural intuition, ghost sense)

Clammask and Halibutdusk’s litter is the first apprenticed this moon; Potterypaw to Wildclaw, Moonpaw to Scaleripple, and Vervainpaw to Lemmy. 

Weevilpaw seeks to understand her semi-secret ability by training under Honeybuzz, getting decor from Troutpool as a gift. Ravenpaw will be an artisan under Mitespark with Silverpaw and Wolfpaw as codekeepers under Puddlewhisper and Waspdawn. 

Although their mother and brother are gone, Harvest’s kits become apprentices and life moves on. Halibutdusk mentors Anchovypaw, Elmsprout teaches Currentpaw, Rapidleaf guides Yarrowpaw, and Splashtuft teaches Billowpaw.

[Image ID: There are three images, each with a particular litter. They are all apprentices now, with Weevilpaw sporting petals in her fur. Under each cat is a LEVEL UP update discussing the changes to their stats, written below.]

(Potterypaw: 6, female, caretaker apprentice, insecure, loves to sing)

(Moonpaw: 6, female, warrior apprentice, faithful, quick to help)

(Vervainpaw: 6, female, codekeeper apprentice, ambitious, loves nature, quick to make peace)

(Weevilpaw: 6, female, cleric apprentice, adventurous, curious about StarClan)

(Ravenpaw: 6, female, artisan apprentice, nervous, picky nest builder, quick witted)

(Silverpaw: 6, female, codekeeper apprentice, strict, always asking questions, quick witted)

(Wolfpaw: 6, female, codekeeper apprentice, thoughtful, curious about StarClan, confident with words)

(Anchovypaw: 6, male, warrior apprentice, playful, curious about StarClan)

(Currentpaw: 6, male, caretaker apprentice, loving, constantly climbing, has lots of ideas)

(Yarrowpaw: 6, female, warrior apprentice, thoughtful, stares at fire)

(Billowpaw: 6, male, historian apprentice, thoughtful, active imagination)

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taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #4

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it’s jimin’s party today

[a/n: i been obsessed w this outfit so i imagine reader wearing sth like this cause its so cute idc if u dont like it]

you go there by foot bc it’s not that far, like a 10 min walk

your feet in these heels are killing you but it doesn’t matter when you look that good

once you arrive, jimin pulls you in for a hug, thanking you for coming

ur not THATTT close w jimin, ur closer w joon and tae

but ur still on friendly terms w jimin

at least way friendlier than jk

its not awkward between u and jimin and u often talk abt ur love for cats and pop culture

unlike u and jk. u can count the amount of convos u’ve had with that loser on one hand and half of those were this month

jimin leads you to taehyung and unfortunately

jungkook is sitting

right beside tae

jk’s wearing a leather jacket and black jeans. his hair is wavy and there are silver rings decorating his pretty fingers

you haven’t seen them since that evening at tae’s and it’s been 3 days since

tae texted u a couple times but ur replies were pretty short to him

and u feel kinda bad

cause its not taes fault??

but ur stubborn. and stupid

tae hands jungkook his solo cup and jumps up from the couch, lunging straight at you

he hugs you tightly, swaying with you from left to right

“i’m glad you made it! all these people are boring,” taehyung says into your ear, squeezing your frame

you chuckle and pull away, hitting his shoulder

he holds you back by your shoulders. “you look good. you came to break hearts.” he nudges your hip with his

he’s soooo annoying

but the compliment is rising to your head

your relationship w tae is like a brother or cousin

he’ll only tell you you look good if you actually look good

and he’ll tell you if you look like shit

“come, sit with us,” he says as he makes some extra space on the couch. he takes the seat next to jungkook

thats when you remember that jungkook is here.

you pretend you don’t notice him though

and he seems to be doing the same thing

asshole.

you don’t really feel like drinking tonight so you decline tae’s offer of getting you something to drink

you spend the next twenty minutes listening to tipsy taehyung rambling about his call of duty wins

yawn

you get up and tae instantly tugs on your wrist

“where u going?”

you sigh. “bathroom. i’ll be right back.”

he nods and lets go of your wrist, turning to jungkook to continue his uninteresting conversation

you push your way through the sea of sweaty and smelly bodies

there’s a pair making out in front of the bathroom door so you push past them as well and enter the bathroom

you lock the door and take care of your business

you wash your hands and glance at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup a bit before turning on your heels and unlocking the door

just as you unlock the door, the door swings open

uhh

you did not do that

like u did not open the door it just swung open on its own.

in that split second you think it’s someone who desperately needs to use the bathroom

but your heart drops straight into your ass when you make eyecontact

with

jeon

jung

fucking

kook

THE FUCKKK

you can’t even understand what’s happening

you can barely react

when jungkook

suddenly

and gently

pushes you back into the bathroom by your waist

his hands are respectfully placed but it still sends a shiver up your spine and down all your limbs

haha

wow

😂😂😂😂

jungkooks hands on your waist for a few seconds

who wouldve thought

he walks in and shuts the door behind him

and you know you’re not going crazy but was that… the click

of

the

door

locking????

did he just? lock the door??

you look up at him, lips parted but not a single word on your tongue for him

he leans against the closed door and shoves his hands into his pockets

you frown at him, confused on why he’s trapping you in the bathroom

“what the hell, dude?” your annoyance is clear in the tone of your voice

cause what the HELL jungkook???

“i couldn’t find any other proper moment to come talk to you,” he says but you can’t bring yourself to believe him when he’s got a shit-eating grin on his lips

you roll your tongue against the inside of your cheek and cross your arms over your chest. “talk?”

what could he possibly want to talk about with you???

“yeah. i said i didn’t like you but i hope you know it was a joke. i’m sorry it didn’t come across that way.”

you drag your eyes slowly down his figure, hoping you look like you’re judging the fuck out of him

but he doesn’t react

in

the

slightest

“is that all?” you ask as you make eye contact with him again.

he stares at you for a moment longer before pushing himself off the door, closing the distance between you two

you automatically take a step back but your bum is already pressed against the sink, leaving you with nowhere to go

fuck

FUCK

why is he getting closer still

he stops right in front of you, tips of his shoes touching yours

body menacingly looming over yours, making you tilt your chin to look up at him

he stares you down, tongue playing with the double lip rings in the corner of his bottom lip

fuck he’s hot

like fuck. he’s so hot

he says, “tae was right, you know.”

you scrunch your brows together and struggle to find your voice. you compose yourself quickly though

“about?”

he answers right away. “you look real fucking good.”

ah

hahahahahah

hahahahahahahahahahahaha

😂😂😂😂😂😂

right right

😂😂😂😂

so funny.

his voice is so sultry and the way he’s staring you down like he’s enjoying the view. like he wants to devour you whole

it almost makes your knees buckle

GIRL GET IT TOGETHER

he’s literally your junior be serious

you try to stand your ground

no you HAVE to

the fuck you look like being weak in front of this little shit

“thanks. anything else?”

wowww bitchy much?

he stares at you for a moment longer before shaking his head. “nope.”

“good. get out of my way then.” you wave your fingers back and forth to tell him to get lost

he chuckles and steps aside, watching as you push past him and leave him to stare at your retreating ass

you make your way back to where tae was but he’s gone

of course he is

you look around the room, annoyed with all the people dancing and shoving up against you

all of a sudden, a hand on your shoulder makes you slightly jump

you turn and see tae

PHEWWW thought u were gonna get harassed or something

“y/n, you haven’t drank anything yet, right?” he slurs his words and you roll your eyes

this can only mean he wants you to do something

“jungkook wants to go home but he has a speaker jimin really wants. do you mind walking home with him and bringing the speaker back with you?”

what

literally what😭

“please?” he says as soon as he sees the doubt on your face

you sigh, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. “i can’t believe you’re asking me to do that.”

he frowns. “what? i’ve asked you to come to my place at night too.”

“i’m not talking about walking at night, i’m talking about making me go with jungkook.”

“he hasn’t apologized yet?”

huh

how’d he know jk was going to apologize?

“how do you know he wanted to apologize?”

“because it’s jungkook.” he rubs his nose and looks around before looking back at you. “have you ever seen him at a party before? he came to this party just to apologize to you cause he knew you’d come and he wouldn’t have another opportunity. that’s why he’s already leaving despite only having been here for like half an hour.”

you don’t know if that’s just tae being drunk or if he’s actually telling you the truth

bc why

why is that

so

sweet?

were you being dramatic? 😭😭

for being mean to him??

over something so silly

u kinda were lowkey babes.

you sigh softly.

“alright.”

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Wait for me pt.1

Captain John Price x Reader

Warning: fluff, major fluff and feelings, John and y/n finally deal with feelings

You never expected to get to this point. Your last mission as a soldier was successful and completed. You had done your time with the 141 for several years now but your soul began craving a domestic life away from the bullets and adrenaline rush. A home in the pine trees with dogs and a few kids and someone to keep you warm at night. The decision leave not a easy one to make. The past year you’ve been staying for a handsome bearded man that made your heart race. But he’s your superior, your boss. You hadn’t told him yet, that you’re leaving. You didn’t want to leave him but knowing that you both being on the 141 your relationship was strictly forbidden. Everyone in 141 assumed you and price where practically married at this point.

His soft humming you could hear, his cologne you could smell when he put in on in the morning thanks to the useless vent connecting your walls. He smelled of rich tobacco, leather and musk. He occupied every one of your senses except for touch.

Many late nights you’d both share what you wanted out of life. Him, a spouse and some kids running around. You wanted the same. You craved him like water in a desert, and he needed you like the air in his lungs. But it was time to move on, live a life away from showering blood out of your hair at night. But mourning a relationship that you never really had, that was going to be the hard part.

Unknowingly to you price had started growing tired. Tired of the constant pain and mental tax of the job. He was finally ready to hang up his coat. But you kept him here. Your soft skin, bright smile, and your soul that brought a room of disgruntled men back to a state of comfort. He didn’t know how to ask you to run away with him so he continued to imagine your soft lips against his, your warm body snuggled against his broad chest.

Grabbing the handle to his room/office you let yourself in locking the door behind you. It never bothered price you letting yourself in. When you where there was the only time his space felt like home to him.

“Who’s there” his voice deep and booming through the space.

“John, it’s me where are you”

Steam from the shower was rolling underneath the bathroom door and a deep voice replied back.

“Y/N darling I’m almost done, be out in a moment”

John’s room was much bigger than yours, the entrance was just his office but a private bedroom with a king size bed was by the door next to the bathroom. His bathroom was the only one with a tub on the base. Several times John let you soak in it when your back was hurting. He didn’t like seeing you in pain. You made your way to his bedroom and laid on the edge of the soft bed waiting for him.

The sound of the water shutting off signaling your heart to start racing. The rustling of a towel could be heard along with low grumbles. Price emerged from the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. It was so low on his hips you can almost see the patch of hair his happy trail was leading to. Unconsciously you licked your lips, your eyes still traveling up to his broad chest.

“See something you like love”

Sitting up your eyes finally snapping up to meet his. Desire filled his eyes, you could jump his bones right now.

“Very funny price, but we need to talk” your voice was quite, nervous almost.

He could tell by your body language that whatever you had to say was serious and worried you. So unlike you. He slowly moved infront of you. You sat on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. Sheepishly looking down noticing his groin directly across from you then quickly looking to the side to avoid gawking.

“I’m leaving, retiring actually.”

His face dropped, eyes started glossing over.

“No, please. You can’t-”

You looked up at him

“John, I want a life outside of this”

“What are you talking about”

“We both know we can’t be here together. I can’t stay here forever and wait for you when I can never have-“

Your throat was getting tight

“Wait for me”

He kneeled infront of you. Droplets of water falling from his damp hair onto his shoulders.

“What do you mean”

Taking your small hands into his bear sized ones.

“Y/n I love you, I know you love me too. Give me a few weeks, at most a few months to pick a replacement and get everything settled. Everything we talked about, everything you want. I will give you the world if you let me”

“John I can’t ask you to”

“You’re not asking, I want you. I want to live in the cabin in the mountains you talk about all the time. I want you to get as many corgis as you want. Maybe some kids running around some day”

He was begging, he couldn’t lose you. You held his world in the palm of your hands and he’d never find someone like you in this lifetime. You’re everything he’s every wanted, everything he’s ever needed. He stood up quickly and held your face in his hands. You didn’t even realize your eyes where filling with tears until one rolled down your cheeks as he wiped it away.

“John-”

“Love I don’t want to imagine the rest of my life without you. I want to marry you and spend eternity with you” his deep voice was so gentle

“Then promise me you will price. Because I don’t want to lose you two years down the road because you miss this life. Promise me that if we both leave we don’t look back.”

“I promise you y/n”

A smile overcame your face with a few tears of joy. You stood up to him, you wanted to smother him in kisses when suddenly he was wide eyed and a thought ran through his head

“Wait hold on love I- just- one moment”

This man knew how to his pause on a perfect moment.

He ran over to his desk in the office and started rummaging through the drawers. Whatever he was looking for it was stressing him that he couldn’t find it. A giggle left your lips. Finally he came back into the room, hands clasped together. He took a deep breath and guided you to the middle of the room. Both your hands in his he got on one knee

“Y/N, most perfect and beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on will you marry me” he was grinning ear to ear.

“Of course John”

From his back pocket he pulled out a very old velvet box. A ring with a rather large stone laid inside. It was beautiful. He carefully slipped it onto your finger.

He stood up and gently grabbed you by the waist pulling you in close into a passionate kiss. Fireworks, breathtaking, none of that could describe this kiss. Finally you both needed to breathe. He forehead touching yours.

“I love you so much y/n”

“And I love you John Price”

“When do you have to leave” he asked not wanting to let this moment end.

“The last plane leaving for home leaves in 15 minutes. Laswell already filled my departure paperwork and I have to be on the plane out of here”

“Well, I imagine you already packed your bags and left them outside my door. It’s a five minute walk to the airstrip. So we have ten minutes to makeup for the past several years of not kissing because lord knows I’m not going to let our first time together be a quickie love.” His eyes where dark and deep with desire, like a starved wolf looking at a sheep.

“Best get to it then John”

Ten minutes, entangled in each other. Desperate, hot, heavy kisses. He scattered them across your neck surely leaving a few love bites to remind you of him when you look in the mirror the next week. Your hands roamed across is strong arms, broad chest and shoulders. You somehow where sitting in his lap.

“John, it’s time”

you didn’t want it to stop. You could live in this moment forever in time. His lips departing your neck with one final kiss. His arms wrapped around you keeping you close. A sigh of ecstasy and sadness.

“I guess it is my love”

You both got to his door, before opening it he gave you one last passionate kiss. He hated that he couldn’t hold your hand walking to the aircraft, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs that you where finally his. Side by you arrived to the plane where the rest of 141 waited to say their goodbyes. There was a strong chance you’d never see them again. Handshakes and hugs where exchanged.

Getting on the plane you took one final look at the man you’d wait for. Hopefully not for long.

John’s POV:

I don’t want her to go. I want to keep her in my arms where I can hold her, protect her, kiss her. But she will be mine forever soon. I’ll talk to laswell once I get back inside to start the process of leaving. Why didn’t I tell I loved her sooner.

The rest of the guys had headed back inside, just Simon and myself watching the jet with precious cargo take off. Pulling a cigar out of my pocket I light it and take a seat next to Simon.

“So was your grandmothers ring a promise ring” Simon said.

“I asked her to marry me” my eyes still fixed on the jet growing further in the distant sky.

“Congratulations my friend, you two will make a fine couple” Simon was always nagging on me to confess to her.

“Thanks bud” a smile crept onto my face

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Pt.2 will be posted soon!

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Unbreakable Vows 💚🐍✨🪄

Chapter 4: Confessions

Just imagine you weren’t supposed to fall for him…it was forbidden, after what the dark lord has did to your family…but yet someone seems to change that. Bucky is full of secrets but this one secret he can’t keep hidden forever and you will both pay a price to hide it.

Death eater bucky x Witch! Reader

NFSW series 18+ no minors!

Mentions: Angst, brief mention of alcohol, injury, blood, slight fluff, bit of smut (wet dreams),

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(Hey everyone! Been a hot minute since I posted another chapter I’m so sorry have a lot going on but good news this one is a bit longer sorry for the cliff hanger haha! Just me there is more to come and it’s going to get real intense just wait😅 hope you like it 😘)

“You are constantly making it hard for me to behave when I’m with you,” - (freaky humor 69 Pinterest quote)

You hadn't seen or spoken to Bucky as another week close to two passes by. Draco and them would now be in school. Only George and them to keep you occupied you talked to George more vented a lot. Today you were with narcassia as she drank tea silently by the window you knew she was in pain. She was alone when you think about it, her son in school only owls for now would suffice. Lucius still locked away as far as you know…but there was a plan forming to get him out that would be something to see. All the death eaters just told to lay low until the dedicated times arose for recruiting. Those few handful times you visited Arthur and Molly he would talk about that night at the banquet you had to do everything not to indulge in the conversation. Had you not been wearing the mask he would’ve found out. He just was glad the key remain tightly locked away in his attic. Oh you were gonna have that key soon you needed to still do everything to make you trustworthy. It was becoming more difficult each passing day though…whose side were you really on.

“How about some music?” You suggested to her playing a record on the turntable help her mind at ease. “Ugh how quaint,” Bellatrix twirled a curl sitting on the couch legs on the table laying back not a care in the world. “Don’t worry sissy they will be back with him in no time…i should’ve gone but too boring,” she sighs out.

“What are you referring to…” you turn to her quite puzzled. “Lucius of course…didn’t Barnes tell you…” she rolls her eyes as if it was an inconvenience to tell her.

“No I haven’t spoken to him…” you shrug. “Lovebirds having trouble in paradise…” she pouts which sends a middle finger in her face. “As fucking if…”

*chime breaking* you jump at the sound before seeing three men Lucius on one looking drain barely alive. Ferdink blood residue on his mouth and in the middle barely concuious Bucky. “He needs medical…” Lucius sounds out of breath

You responded quickly “get him to the bedroom I got it.” You grab a first aid heading to nearest room where they laid him down, you never worked so fast everyone just watched. You could hear Bucky’s groans him hissing or wincing why did it bother you like you didn’t want him to feel pain he was so fragile to touch you felt you tended accordingly on him. He had a cut on his side it was deep but fortunately it would just need stitching and wrapped, whoever he went to toe to toe with it was a lot for him to come out with more than a bruise or scratch. “That should do it,” you say hands covered in blood quickly going to wash. “Everyone out…” you ordered they didn’t seem to question. You felt he needed to space. You take slow strides to the side of the bed watching how his bare chest rises and falls breathing heavy asleep.

The sight makes you flustered part of that wet dream you had that night of him looking at him now. You feel your head some shaking the thought away wrong time to be thinking like that. Then you feel guilty, you should’ve been there. You could’ve stopped this, protected him. Though you both can’t seem to be in the same room with arguing. Course he made your teeth grin and irritated the hell out of you. It’s just…something about him there is someone deep down who wants to be let out. You shake your head again noticing a strand of that brunette hair sticking out tucking it behind his ear you lingered there probably more than you should before leaving out the room.

———

“B-Bucky…please,” you stuttered breathing hard hovering over him riding him. “Fuck babydoll don’t stop…so good,” Bucky grips your hips tight holding you steady. “God I wanna cum baby I don’t know if I can last this time…” you whine. “A few more baby let me fill you up be a good girl hang on…” he groans in your ear biting on your neck. “I…Bucky I’m cumming!!” You cry out.

“Mmmm,” Bucky feels himself jolt up instinctively grabbing his side a sharp pain rippling through his body. “Fuck what-“ he looks down seeing feeling cloth on his skin. His side is wrapped. He looks around the room some light coming through the dark forest green curtains. He breathes hard struggling but manages to sit up his mouth dry…really dry head pounding. Everything of before starts to come back the prison breakout, guards in every direction. His tactics were off…he was sloppy, not focused. That is what got him all fucked up now. Too busy remembering the fight between you two…the dreams like this one now…fuck why was he dreaming you this way. The way you could unfold for him…he closes his eyes pushing the thought away before jumping again at the sound of the door turning grabbing his wand next to him pointing it at the potential target.

“Oh shoot ya not gonna put me out my misery…” you come in a glass of water in your hands closing the door behind you. He breathes out relieved it was you but then a little rage pent up in him. “You need to learn to fucking knock…I could’ve hurt you…” he warns setting down his wand. “Too bad,” you tease before he turns to you like he isn’t in a joking mood. You hand him the water. “You guys managed to make it on every wanted poster there throughout the town…” you sit down at a distance on the edge of the bed. “What else is new?” He shrugs.

“You need to be careful you know how these times are, the ministry and the order work fast and silent. They will come after you buck…” you inform your tone seems desperate and concerned. “After you tell them right? Why don’t you just say where we are, your great at that,” he scoffs drinking the rest of the water.

“That’s a low blow, everything I do is to-“ he cuts you off throwing the glass at the wall making you jump.“To what?! You think I give a shit, your on their side…you pretend like you have everything under control but you don’t, you think your so fucking innocent and that you can play double agent forever doll…you will get your way,” something about his words is a low blow.

“No I don’t have this under control…I never did. I just want people safe, I want this damn war to be over…I’m well aware no one cares if I live or die,” your voice rises a bit of a crack in your voice. “No i never said I didn’t-“ he tries to interject but your words overpower him. “No you want revenge and I’m sorry that you lost…but I fucking did too…you have any idea what my life has been like James! I have to please everyone and be perfect or everyone dies and I don’t know what to do…” you say tears start falling. “Y/N please let me-“ you still cut him off. “No! You don’t get it cause if I fail it’s over…if I mess up I don’t get no redos…I would do everything to protect everyone and anything…including you!” You shout. Bucky’s eyes widened some “why me…” he stood up holding his side. “I…just forget it…” you turn to the door, turning the knob before a hand pushes it shut. “Turn around..” his deep voice makes you shiver and you do so facing me with no choice but your eyes red and puffy.

“I asked you a question…why me?” He places his hands on both sides cornering you. Course you could escape easily but yet here you were vulnerable to the scent of fresh balsam filling your nose. “I…James please leave me alone-“ you instinctively try to push on his chest but he grabs your wrist pinning it to the wall something intense forms in his eyes possible anger…confusion. You breathe hard his chest against yours looking at him and his lips. Fuck…you crash your lips into his. “Mm,” he groans, caught off guard at first but gives in, kissing you back. There is an intensity of fire building up between you two. You don’t stop him nor the other way around. It’s sloppy and needy the way his tongue entangled in yours. You pull back for a moment looking into those ice blue eyes. “James…” you say out of breath and he takes a moment too. “That’s one way to shut that mouth…” he jokes you can’t help but laugh a little “fuck off…” you groan, leaning your head back. “Or we could just fuck…” a devious smirk forms. “Buck…let’s just take a minute here…” you say, still tryna process what happened.

———

A couple weeks pass by every meeting that goes on or gathering is followed by a hot make out session in a corner or room where you can’t seem to stay away and he can’t keep his hands off you. Those wet dreams seem to make it’s way to a reality and the thought of letting him fuck your senseless was exhilarating. Though you didn’t let it happen yet.

Today you were in the shop working on some brews and some more medicine. You left your window open when your barred Owl made her way in dropping a letter on your table. “Hey moony…” you smile, taking the letter from Padfoot. Harry. You made sure he could contact you when he needed to. He ended up using sirus’s cover name as his own. It was too dangerous for anyone to use their actual names to send letters these days. You open it up reading it. He talked about the incident he had with Draco on the train, what Dumbledore had him doing with slughorn. You breathed out heavily rubbing your head. This wasn’t good. A possible horox at play. You continue to read on before the door opens and you slip the letter away. “Hello how can I- oh George hey,” you half smile. He looks down and then at you not in his usual mood where he whistles or tells a joke. “George, what's wrong?” You walk over to him concerned, placing a hand on his shoulder he pulls it off quickly. “Woah George…what’s wrong…” you say feeling a wave of guilt roll through you.

“How could you y/n….” He looks at you with a pain in his eyes. “What are you talking about…” you ask. “You know exactly what the bloody hell I’m talking about don’t act innocent!” He snaps. You breathe out “No I don’t…” you say. “Oh so you deny it…that you are one of them…” he clenches his fist. “No I'm not,” you can tell where this is going. “George you already know what i'm doing that isn’t no secret,” you step closer but he steps back. “No don’t even, you even are fucking one of them! I knew Barnes was brainwashing you,” his yell ripples through the air you suck in a breath. “What I’m not…what are you playing at here…” you get defensive. “I saw you two…the other night…i thought you cared about us y/n! About me!” His voice cracks you didn’t realize that you affected him this way. “George I do care, you're my bestfriend why wouldn’t I? I'm trying to keep everyone safe. I would do anything-“ he stops you. “I don’t wanna hear it, I’m even shocked my mother and father still have faith in you…time for you to decide what side you are princess…” His words hit you hard. You never saw George this way and he leaves. You can’t help but let tears fall, folding your arms like you're cradling yourself or shielding your body from any more pain.

You would have to make a choice. But not tonight…instead you would do something else. To take away the pain.

——

Bucky was reading in one of the guest rooms at the manor glad to have a night of not being the one to deal with all this mess. Lucius was too busy downstairs drinking that man has probably gone through the liquor cabinet as long as he didn’t touch bourbon Bucky could care less. Bellatrix and Nacrassia were out doing who knows what. Fine with him, all he could think about was you. Your lips…how you grinded on his lap, your hands tugging and pulling on his hair. Your scent was overwhelming and intoxicating. He wanted to unravel you. Let the whole fucking manor hear how you scream his name he needed you. He would wait till you wanted, no begged he would be ready. Just little did he know that would be sooner that he thought.

*knocking*

He still read while the door unlocked and open on its own. “I wondered when you would come back…” he says, closing the book sitting up, seeing you a complete wreck. “Doll what’s the puffy eyes for?” He pouted he hated when you cried. You closed the door behind you leaning against it. You moved your hands to your top starting to unbutton it. He gets up grabbing your hands but tenderly leaning his head against yours “What are you doing…” he asks. “I need you…all of you…” you breathe out. He looks at you then down at your shirt pulling the last few buttons down. “Then have me…”

To be continued hehe…

[miniscrew-anon]

HSH House Floor Plans

So I was trying to write something and I was having a hard time visualizing it. So I decided to sketch out what I thought the HSH house looked like to make it easier. Originally it was just a doodle for myself but then I got carried away and ended up with way more detail than I set out to do. So I’m just gonna post it here just for fun!

Starting out on the bottom floor:

(I know these lines aren't straight. I know things look wonkey. Yes, it bothers me too. But i'm lazy and I'm not going to do it neater. I didn't have any graph paper, okay?)

This is what I envision when I write out the house (second one, not the original townhouse). 

Starting on the sidewalk I have you walk up a few steps to get to the front door. The foyer is where the staircase goes all the way up so you can see the top floor, so it’s open ceiling there. Aside from that tiny alcove where the front door is. A little closet under the stairs for your shoes and coats is about the only real ‘feature’ aside from high ceilings (and poor murdered thermostat). 

Moving up, we go into the living room and come across the bay window. Or as I like to call it - Sky’s sleepy spot! It gets a lot of light and it makes him feel like a happy remlit to sleep there. There’s a big bookcase and a small sofa for the anti-social too. 

There's a bathroom (because it’d be weird for there to be no bathroom on the first floor) but I was too lazy to map it out so use your imagination there. 

Then we hit the main area of the living room - the TV spot! The TV is mounted above the fireplace and there’s a shit ton of space to chill thanks to a very nice sectional sofa. Coffee table to hold your drinks and snacks. There’s a shelf unit behind the couch for all their games and movies and a door that leads outside. 

Into the Kitchen/Dining Area! 

The Kitchen is huge and has a shit ton of counterspace and cabinets. There's what's almost an industrial sized fridge/freezer and two stovetops and ovens. And of course what kitchen would be complete without an island and a breakfast counter.

The dining area probably has, like, fine china in cabinets or something but I was too lazy to draw it in so just imagine that it's very classy. All I could muster was drawing that huge table. No chairs tho lol

There’s a door into the garage. Take a few steps down to make it more even with the street and there’s space for the cars and the bikes to the right. To the left there’s a huge pile of miscellaneous shit Time brought from the old townhouse and things that Legend can’t store in his room. The lower left of the garage is sectioned off by an invisible line that Four draws by glaring at you when you cross it. Enter at your own risk. But he does permit people to come in to wash their clothes in the laundry machines/dryers behind his space.

Out back there's the porch and shed. I didn’t draw the furniture, grill or tree (or treehouse) but rest assured it’s there. The yard is fenced in but any assassin worth their salt can jump it, so Time has garden lights out on the perimeter to keep it from being too dark to see at night.

The Second Floor:

The second floor is basically all bedrooms. So. many. Bedrooms. I almost didn’t fit them all because holy sheet there are a lot of boys in the house and they all have to live on the second floor. Even Wind because I’m pretty sure he’s on the second floor with the others in the new place.

Going clockwise from bottom right;

The small bathroom. Not as big, not as nice, but still coveted. Time made sure to have more than one bathroom in the new place because the boys threatened mutiny if they all had to keep sharing one. And to be fair, it was a rather big oversight the first time. If Time had gotten the ten kids he’d wanted he would have had a lot of unhappy campers.

Wind’s bedroom is a mess. He chose this bedroom because it shared a room with only one of the others and it was close to a bathroom. He opted for a single bed to have more room for his computer set up, since he’d downgraded from the townhouse in terms of bedroom size (and he wasn’t going to need a double anytime soon). He’s got a big honking chair because he spends so much time in it and mounds of junk on the floor because he doesn't have a dresser. The X is the forbidden zone where his clothes go to die and feed the colony of bacteria and teenage boy germs.

Wild’s bedroom isn’t really optimized. A random dresser on the wall leaves a lot of dead space around. He has a lot of stuff and not enough places to store it so a lot of it ends up between his bed and the wall. It smells nicer than Wind’s pile though. Instead of a desk he has a vanity, but due to disorganization it houses his mixing board now. 

Twilight ended up with a corner room because he likes having a lot of light. His bed faces the windows because it helps him wake up in the morning to have the sun beam its light directly into his retinas. He’s got a desk and a closet that he keeps pretty clean. He didn’t know what to do with the space behind or in front of his bed so he got a thin shelf and shoved it in. He’s not super satisfied because it feels like he’s wasting space but he’s got other things to think about these days.

Sky’s room is neat and cozy. Thanks to the weird corner he had a hard to optimizing his space but he figured it out. His bed faces the door because unlike some people he actually doesn’t appreciate the sun trying to burn his eyes in the morning. His desk is on wheels so he tossed his chair away and just drags it to the edge of his bed when he actually needs to use it. It saves space and Sky gets extra time in his bed. Yes, he is a master of his craft.

Warriors opted for a very small desk so he could better fit in another wardrobe for his clothes. The room is smaller than he’d like but it’s close to the nice bathroom and that’s what’s important to him. (not pictured it the full sized mirror that hangs on the wall in front of his closet). Being a social creature, Wars doesn’t spend much time in his room so he doesn’t need it to be big. And after living in the barracks he’s more than used to living in small spaces. The biggest challenge for him was finding enough room for his clothes. Thankfully he cycles through Time’s wardrobe so it’s a non-issue.

The bigger bathroom is bigger and better and almost always has a line in front of it in the mornings. (That's what the couch out in the hallway is for. Waiting.)

The rooms on this side of the house are actually smaller than the ones on the other side and don’t have closets, which was a big thing to consider when the boys were picking rooms. Despite the smaller space, eventually Legend and Hyrule chose these two because they are adjoining, which makes it easier for them. Legend's room is mostly storage aside from his signature rug where he performs his work rituals and his altar, which he keeps pristine among the clutter.

They both sleep in Hyrule's room. Legend respects Hyrule's space and keeps his clutter to his own room, only using the bed. The chest at the foot of the bed holds most of Hyrule's things but it has to be either dragged out to be opened because it’s so close to the wall, or you have to smush yourself against the wall. Usually Hyrule smushes because he’s too tired to go digging around. But he doesn’t have to go into it often because his day-to-day things are kept in the thin dresser along his wall. It’s very small but Hyrule lives frugally and doesn’t own a lot aside from his work clothes, which he hangs behind his door to keep them from wrinkling.

Four won the corner room from Sky in a rock-paper-scissors dispute because of the window. It's an impossibly cozy nook that Four loves to read at when the weather is gray and a bit dreary. It really sets the mood. But truthfully he hadn’t really wanted the room because of the window. He likes it because it puts him as far from everyone else as possible. Not that he doesn’t love the guys but Four is private and he doesn’t want to deal with people walking past his door and peering in randomly. All the spaces above, below and around are as quiet as he can get so the corner room was worth fighting for. The privacy is extra nice when he has a guest staying over. The lack of space isn’t bad either since he doesn’t have much to begin with and anything he actually needs he can just store in the garage.

The Danger Ledge is a small space between the banister and the large window at the front of the house that lets in a lot of natural light. It's called the Danger Ledge because you have to climb around to get to it. Many a boy was bruised in their constant endeavor to climb the Danger Ledge, thus it earned it's name.

The Third Floor:

Upon hitting the top of the stairs you can find a little seating area. It’s just a quiet place to sit that doesn’t belong to anyone else and also is away from everyone else. For the occasional need to decompress without another presence. 

Then there’s the master bedroom. And god, is it big. The bed is basically the size of one of the bedrooms downstairs. There is a dresser with a big TV there for when Malon visits or for when Time needs to watch his soaps without judgment (joking. Maybe). 

And of course he has a huge walk-in closet and private bathroom. It’s got the biggest, nicest tub and no one else is allowed to use it. Everyone else is very bitter about it.

His office is opposite that. Big desk and a huge bookcase to hold his old cases, a fireplace and brooding window for ambiance. And another seating area, this time just for in case any of the boys pay him a visit. There’s also an armchair next to the couch so he can sit there and discuss things on the couch that I forgot to draw in. Oops lol

Then the last room is the newest. Originally it was another storage room but since Winds been helping so much and his newest rig needs a lot of space, Time gave it up so he could have his own space. With the stipulation that he keeps it neater than his bedroom

[t0wardthesun]

My Body and Me; a Love Story.

There was a time when I thought I would never write this post. The battle against my body seemed to be the one mountain I would never climb. I would go around in circles, coming up against the same obstacles; bingeing, emotional eating, restrictive dieting and hating what I saw when I looked in the mirror. I honestly thought it was something I would struggle with for the rest of my life. I think every woman knows this journey, some have walked the path before, others are waiting to begin - each of us up against years of conditioning, programming and subconscious messaging designed to keep us small (literally). This is the story of how I took my power back, went from self loathing to self love and healed my relationship with food and my body.

It’s Australia Day, 2008. My sister and I are riding our bikes around the small town we grew up in, jumping in and out of the crystal clear water wherever we can find the space. The path along the creek is teeming with families and kids our age walking around drinking UDL’s and cans of Smirnoff. Despite already being self conscious about my fifteen year old body, I’m feeling particularly brave wearing just a pair of shorts and my bikini top.

As we climb out of the water and mount our bikes to head home, a guy a few years older than me walks passed with his girlfriend. He looks me up and down and slurs, “Yeah, keep riding,” with a smirk on his face. His girlfriend slaps him playfully, looking back over her shoulder to mouth an apology, but it’s too late. My stomach drops, my world crumbles. Everything I ever feared about myself is true. I'm not attractive, I'm not desirable, I’m not worthy and I’m not enough.

I scroll pro-ana blogs and experiment to see how long I can go without food. I practice putting two fingers down my throat, trying to dredge up the shame I swallowed with that second chocolate brownie. I lament to my mother about the size and softness of my stomach, she shows me which ab exercises reduce belly fat.

My breasts grow almost overnight and suddenly I’m the subject of gossip and the butt of jokes. Relatives and strangers comment on my changing shape, as though my body is public domain to be deliberated. I learn that my body is not my own. I walk into the kitchen after dinner out with friends, “You can’t possibly still be hungry.” I learn that my bodies signals can’t be trusted.

I hold myself up against billboards and pictures on the internet and they all tell me one thing; shrink. Shrink and you will be beautiful, and before anything else, beautiful is what you should aspire to be. I stand in front of the mirror and pinch, suck, poke and prod. I squeeze a tape measure around every inch of skin, using the numbers to define how much I’m worth that week. I hide in the pantry, looking for something to fill me. My mind blanks as I reach for packets and jars, a brief reprieve before the guilt kicks in and I berate myself ceaselessly for a lack of self control.

I’m desperate to be noticed. I crave being seen. I take photos on my phone and send them to boys. When I’m drowning in a sea of insecurity, their shallow compliments keep me afloat.

I grew up believing that “big” was the worst thing a person could be. Worse than being mean, selfish or boring, it was the ultimate failure. The subconscious messaging I received was that being skinny was synonymous with being happy. That having the perfect body somehow made you immune to sadness or other negative emotions. Like, how bad could things possibly get if you looked amazing in a bikini? If you were thin then people paid attention to you; boys wanted to be with you and other girls wanted to be like you. To be thin, was to be beautiful - and to be beautiful was to be adored, cherished, loved. Life was an endless exodus away from fatness and toward thinness.

You can imagine the war that started internally when my e-cup boobs came in overnight. Dance costumes had to be altered, bras and bikinis had to be special ordered and I was constantly asking for a bigger size in change rooms. The changes in my body sparked a downward spiral in my self esteem. In my mind, with every kilo I gained I was becoming less important; my ideas less valid, personality less loveable and my dreams less achievable.

By the time I was sixteen, my body was a tool I used to validate my dwindling sense of self worth. I used it when it suited me, to get attention and validation from guys. The more I was willing to show of it and the more I was willing to do with it, the more approval I got. It made me feel powerful. I traded recognition for respect and mistook attention for love. The rest of the time I either berated it with criticism or ignored it completely.

For most of my teens and early twenties, I felt like a floating head walking around completely disconnected from my body. I didn’t identify as my body, it felt like an annoying attachment that kept betraying me by not doing what I wanted it to do or looking the way I wanted it to look. I hated how easily I could be brought down or carried away by the emotions that arose inside me; a wave of insecurity that would leave me hiding under the covers for days, a flash of anger that always left a wake of destruction in its path. It was too risky and far too painful living in my body, so I checked out. For almost a decade, I didn’t look down in the shower and I couldn’t touch my stomach without a wave of nausea flooding through me. I dreaded walking past mirrors or shop fronts and I used to yell at my mum for taking photos of me when I wasn’t looking.

By the time I left home at eighteen, it became apparent that in addition to my negative body image, I had also developed a pretty damaging relationship with food. Food was my anchor and my security blanket. When everything else in my life was uncertain, I could always count on the jar of peanut butter in the fridge. I would use food to suppress negative emotions; discomfort, anxiety, boredom. Even positive emotions - excitement, joy, happiness - were always accompanied by something to eat. It was as though I couldn’t bare to feel anything fully, so I sought a way to dull the experience.

I would spend hours researching different diets and exercise programs, getting confused and overwhelmed by the mass of conflicting information. Was yoghurt good for me, or bad? Should I be eating carbs with every meal or cut them out altogether? Should I be vegetarian, vegan, paleo or #sugarfree? Is running 5k’s burning fat or telling my body to hold on? I would walk around the grocery store with tears in my eyes, totally overwhelmed by all the choices and torn between what I wanted so desperately and what I thought I should be eating.

“Compulsive eating is basically a refusal to be fully alive. No matter what we weigh, those of us who are compulsive eaters have anorexia of the soul. We refuse to take in what sustains us. We live lives of deprivation, and when we can't stand it any longer, we binge.”

- Geneen Roth, Women, Food and God

Before I even knew what it was, bingeing was a regular part of my life. If had a bad day, a fight with my parents or an assignment due, bingeing offered an incredibly effective distraction. There was no thought or awareness, I would stand at the fridge and put whatever was on the shelf into my mouth. Because I refused to have anything unhealthy in the house, bingeing usually meant raiding my housemates cupboards for whatever had the highest sugar or fat content; four slices of toast with tablespoons of honey, two wraps, half a packet of biscuits and coconut oil straight from the jar. It wasn’t until after I had consumed the entire contents of my kitchen that the guilt kicked in. I felt totally helpless and completely out of control.

The promise of a diet is not only that you will have a different body; it is that in having a different body, you will have a different life. 

In 2013, I lost nine kilos leading up to my twenty first birthday. I was eating broccoli with chicken or tinned tuna for every almost meal and smashing myself in the gym 5-7 times a week. Everything in my life revolved around getting the numbers on the scale to drop. I kept a food diary on my phone and wrote down everything that passed my lips and at the end of the day I’d give myself a rating based on how ‘well’ I’d done. A smiley face meant it was a good day, an angry face meant I better try harder tomorrow.

I would measure and weigh myself in the morning and my mood for the entire day, and how I treated myself, depended on what I saw on the scale. I was obsessed with #fitspo blogs and instagram accounts and would spend hours drooling over photos of girls lifting weights or posing effortlessly in bikinis. I would deprive myself all week and have a ‘cheat day’ on the week end, which usually meant buying a block of chocolate on the way home from the gym and making myself sick by finishing off the whole thing in one sitting. A few weeks before my birthday I started taking OxyElite and would happily pop four a day - made me shake and pee constantly - completely ignoring the liver failure warning on the label.

But even when I was at my skinniest, my anxiety didn’t fade and I wasn’t any happier. I still had bad days and moments when I felt unworthy and insecure, and I was so preoccupied maintaining my new weight, I didn’t have time to focus on anything else or enjoy my life. As soon as my birthday was over and I didn’t have a goal to work towards, the weight came back and the battle raged on.

As I watched women my mums age berate themselves for eating an extra slice of cake, apologise for taking up too much space and obsess over their physical ‘flaws’, I started to think maybe this was just part of life as a woman. I hated the idea of passing my insecurities on to my future daughter, but I couldn’t see a way to break the cycle.

So I started working with coaches, and read and listened to every intuitive eating, eating psychology and body positive book, blog post and podcast I could get my hands on. There wasn’t one pivotal moment, but a series of small but deeply significant revelations that helped me improve my relationship with food and lead me back to my physical body…

1. I got angry.

When I discovered the extent to which mainstream media tries to keep us small - literally - as a form of disempowerment, I got angry. By making thinness the ideal and celebrating women who shrink, we get the message that we are not allowed to take up space, a subconscious belief that ingrains itself in our collective psyche. It’s the same belief that stops us from speaking up when we are being taken advantage of, it stops us demanding more from partners who mistreat us, and it stops us creating epic shit and sharing our unique gifts with the world.

As I continued pulling back the veil to expose the corporate agenda behind our BS beauty standards, it got easier to rally against my own inner critic because I knew they were both just trying to stop me wielding the full force of my power as a conscious woman. A woman confident in her own skin is no longer an obedient consumer, she no longer drains her time, energy and resources trying to “fix herself”. She shows up fully as her authentic self. She is a force to be reckoned with.

2. I focused on my strengths.

That insta-famous bikini model posting photos of herself looking toned and tanned in various exotic locations? Yes, she could have done a lot of editing/had surgery/spend thousands on a celebrity trainer, but you know what? Some girls really look like that - and that’s amazing! Go them! You have your own set of unique gifts and God-given talents that are exactly what you need to enact your purpose on this earth, and they might not have anything to do with how you look. Say it with me now, “I was not born to be an instagram model.” (Unless you were, then carry on your merry way). Being trapped in jealousy or comparison usually means we aren’t fully embracing our Genius. Ask yourself, ‘What am I really good at? What do I LOVE?’ then go do that.

BODY IMAGE CHALLENGE: Take a look at the people you follow on social media. Do they make you feel more confident, or less? If you feel ‘icky’ every time you scroll through instagram, it might be time to do a social media cleanse and get rid of any accounts that don’t inspire you to feel good about yourself.

3. I shifted my perspective from the external to the internal.

My journey this year has been letting go of the belief that people will only listen to what I have to say if they like the package it comes in. As women, we are taught from such a young age that beauty equals success, and for so long I was hung up on this idea that in order for my thoughts, opinions or ideas to be taken seriously, I would need to measure up to societies standards of beauty. That belief kept me from showing up fully in my business and in my life. Bullshit!

How many of us are held back from the work we are meant to do and the joy we are meant to experience because of our obsession with living up to someone else’s idea of beauty? How many of us delay happiness and postpone joy, waiting until after we’ve lost the weight or dropped a dress size, to be active participants in sucking the marrow out of our lives?  

These days, I’m focusing less on impressing people with my looks and more on empowering them with my energy. I realised I would so much rather invest my time cultivating compassion, sharpening my intellect and developing the kind of inner radiance that inspires people than forcing my body to take on a shape that isn’t natural for me.

I get that some people absolutely love pushing their body to see how far it can go, but when I think about how much effort it took to maintain my ‘goal weight’, I can honestly say - for me, and my standards - it’s just not worth it. As with anything in life, you have to ask yourself, do you want it because that’s the experience your Soul is longing to have, or because everyone tells you that’s what you should want? Is it your dream or someone else’s?

BODY IMAGE CHALLENGE: Start a creative project that you can work on in your spare time. It could be a collection of short stories, a sketch pad full of drawings or a line of your own handmade clutches. Passion projects are good for the soul and you never know where they might lead ;) 

4. I let go of my obsession with losing weight.

After nearly a decade of trying to get smaller, the thought of giving up scared the shit out of me. I clung to diets because they gave me a purpose, losing weight made me feel accomplished. It was easier to write a meal plan than it was to map out a plan for my future. And it was easier trying to change my body than it was to change the world.

I also thought that if I wasn’t following a strict eating and exercise ‘plan’, I would completely lose control and binge until I was the size of a house. And for a while, I did go a little crazy. I had to rebuild the trust between me and my body. I needed to prove that I was sticking to my word this time and I wasn’t going to deprive it any more.

But when I stopped labelling foods as ‘good’ and ‘bad’ and started giving myself unconditional permission to eat whatever I wanted, eating an entire block of chocolate lost its appeal. I could have it, so I didn’t want it. If I did end up over eating, I quickly forgave myself and moved on. No judgement, criticism or shame, just unconditional acceptance. I quickly learnt that most of the time I didn’t actually want the chocolate, I wanted the way it made me feel; worthy, deserving, full.

Instead of using food to suppress my emotions, I wanted to tap into my bodies natural wisdom. I started by opening up the lines of communication. I wrote her letters in my journal, apologising for all the times I had ignored her, made her sick and used her to satisfy my ego desires. I promised to take care of her, trust her and always ask her what she needed. I spoke to her like I would my best friend or little sister. Much to my delight, she started talking back.

I’m sorry.

I know.

I love you.

I love you too.

Today, my relationship with my body feels like rekindling a romance with a long lost lover; we’re both still marvelling at all the things we can do together, getting excited about what this means for our future and falling more in love with each other every day. Like any great relationship, ours is based on trust, communication and mutual respect. I speak kind words to my body, I don’t make her do things she doesn’t want to do, and I trust that she knows what she needs in any given moment. Sometimes that means making a big fat pasta dish, sometimes it means stopping when there’s still food left on the plate. I still apologise if I drink too much wine and wake up with a hangover. She forgives me and we go and do something to make us feel amazing again.

Exercise doesn’t feel like a chore, it’s a way to expend all the beautiful energy that runs through my body. I don’t slog it out at the gym to burn calories or punish myself for overeating, I move in ways that feel good. Lifting weights makes me feel powerful, dancing makes me feel sexy as hell. My body is an incredible vehicle I have been given to fully engage in this earthly experience, and I love it regardless of its shape or size.

I know this is an ongoing process - as my body changes, I will need to continue practicing self love and some times are going to be harder than others, but never again will I let insecurity hold me back (for too long). 

The beauty standards set by society will continue to change, but I reserve the right to decide what’s beautiful to me, and my definition of beauty is all encompassing - there is room for everyone. I am so excited to see - in our lifetime - a generation of women liberated from the shackles of self loathing, free to share their unique gifts with the world and I am so grateful for the women before me who have publicly embraced their bodies at every size.

Wherever you are on the journey, may these words guide your way home.

Do not be afraid to take up space. Consciously expand until your presence rivals galaxies. Should your body say anything about Who You Are, let it say nothing of willpower or self-control, let it tell the story of your curiosity, your bravery, your compassion. Should you seek to be less of anything, may you be less worried about making yourself look acceptable.

May the only picture of your progress be the feeling of expansion in your Spirit. When you go looking for validation or your sense of Self, may you go only to the Source of all Love that lives inside of you. 

May you appreciate your body as the temporary home your soul chose to inhabit. May you honor her sovereignty and listen to her wisdom. May you praise her in public and pleasure her in private.

When you look at your body may you see our mother earth incarnate; in every crevice and fault line, in the veins that run like rivers, in all the mountains and valleys that ripple across your skin. 

And when the time comes for you to leave, may it be with gratitude as the veil is lifted and the joy of returning to the infinite oneness from which you came... can no longer be contained.

Jae x

If you are looking for more on this topic, check out the recommended resources below. I also run a weekly circle called ‘Love the Skin You’re In’ and I’d love to have you along. (If you’re based in SE Qld / Northern NSW, check it out here > https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/love-the-skin-youre-in-tickets-626697347637)

Recommended Resources

Embrace the documentary - https://bodyimagemovement.com/embrace-the-documentary/

The Well-Fed Woman - www.rachelwcole.com/blog

Poodle Science - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H89QQfXtc-k

I Didn’t Wake up Like this - https://www.buzzfeed.com/sonamkapoor/i-didnt-wake-up-like-this?utm_term=.clmdDBLaw#.kboeY8g6O

10 Principles of Intuitive Eating - http://www.intuitiveeating.com/content/10-principles-intuitive-eating

Psychology of Eating Podcast - http://psychologyofeating.com/podcasts/

Lauren Beckett, Body Love Coach - http://dropthestruggle.com/

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There’s No Shame In Running: Eddie Munson x Reader (Fix-It Fic) Part II

Summary: Eddie Munson thought that maybe it was okay he was bleeding out in another dimension. That maybe he was meant to die this way after he had finally stood his ground; after he hadn't run away. But then there you were standing above him and he altogether realised that the thought of never seeing your face again completely and utterly terrified him.

Part I

Masterlist

Word Count: 4.1k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x Powered!Reader

Tags: fluff, angst

A/N: Hope you all enjoy! Let me know if anyone wants to be part of the taglist. All feedback is much appreciated xxx

“Mr Munson?”

The man that you had been trying to track down for the past two days finally stood before you, his hands outstretched towards the notice board as he removed Eddie’s vandalised poster and reattached a clean one.  

“Can we talk? My name’s Y/N L/N. I-”

“I can’t imagine we got anything to talk about,” Wayne responded, his back still turned to you. “My nephew is innocent. I’ll put up as many posters as I need until he’s found.”

Finally, he turned around to face you.

“Good day to you.”

And then he was leaving and you didn’t quite know how to stop him. There was so much to say, so much to try to explain and a school gymnasium filled with stranded people was not the most ideal of locations. But his figure only kept getting further away from you.

“I was with him!” you blurted out, earning a few stares from the people around you. Wayne Munson stopped in his tracks. “I was with him when the earthquake hit.”

Wayne slowly turned around to face you. You could see the slight sheen form over his eyes as he tried to hold back his tears. It made it even harder to fight off your own.

“And…where is Eddie now?”

It was clear that he dreaded the question, the fear so prominent in his eyes. The air between you became thick as he awaited your response with bated breath. You leaned closer to him, dropping your voice to a whisper whilst making sure no one was listening in.

“He was badly hurt but he made it out alive.”

Wayne released a deep sigh of relief.

“We took him to a hospital-”

“I checked all the hospitals,” Wayne whispered back.

“We had to take him to one outside of Hawkins to…um…to avoid the police. We admitted him under a different name as well just to be on the safe side.”

And then all of a sudden Wayne Munson’s arms were wrapping around you, his grip so tight that for a minute you weren’t quite able to breath. But you did not pull away as the man sobbed into your neck. A few tears slid down your own cheeks but you hastily wiped them away. When Wayne pulled back there was a small smile upon his lips.

“Sorry,” he said, patting your shoulder.

“That’s alright,” you responded. “Would you like me to take you to him?”

Wayne, not trusting himself to speak, simply nodded in response.  

The drive was slow.  

The traffic was worse than you had ever seen it, family upon family having packed their belongings and left the small town. Music drifted lazily from the radio as you drove, wind rushing through your hair from the open window.  

Neither you nor Wayne spoke much during the drive, but the air between you was comfortable. Periodically you would catch Wayne bouncing his leg up and down relentlessly and you could tell that the length of the drive was killing him, but you didn’t say anything hoping that his nervous ticks might bring him some semblance of comfort. Finally, when you pulled into the parking lot, Wayne practically jumped from the car, his figure following close behind you as you led the way.  

Opening the door to Eddie’s room, the beeping of the various machines that were attached to him was the only sound that filled the space. You stood back as Wayne rushed forwards at the sight of his nephew still unconscious upon the bed. He brought his hands up to clutch at Eddie’s head as if making sure he was actually real before he bent down and engulfed the boy in a hug.  

The scene was so intimate that you felt awkward simply standing in the doorway. But just as you had made the decision to give Wayne and his nephew some time alone, the older man called out to you.

“What did this to him?”

You hesitated, thinking over your answer.

“I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you,” you said. “But I’m afraid you might find out soon enough anyways.”

You could tell Wayne wasn’t satisfied with your answer, but he questioned you no further on the matter.

“Is he going to…” Wayne hesitated. “How long has he been like this?”

“Two days,” you responded, walking further into the room. Every time you glanced at Eddie now lying unconscious within the hospital bed you could never stop the tears from welling in your eyes. Tentatively, you rounded the bed before taking the seat that you had left situated by the bedside.

“The nurses say that he lost a lot of blood,” you continued, reaching a hand out to entwine with Eddie’s that sat limp at his side. “But they don’t think he’ll be in a coma for too long. Hopefully a couple of days at most. They’re still monitoring his wounds for infections though.”

Another chair sat in the corner and Wayne went to retrieve it, placing it on the opposite side of Eddie’s bed. He leant forward to brush a strand of Eddie’s hair away from his face before sitting down, his gaze coming to rest upon you.  

“You care about him a lot.”

It wasn’t a question, and yet you answered anyway.

“I do.”

And although you fought bravely against the onslaught of tears, they eventually won, streaming relentlessly down your cheeks. You tried futilely to rub them away as Wayne looked upon you, a kind smile upturning his lips slightly. 

“I think I love him.”

You weren’t too sure what had prompted you to confess such a thing, especially to a man you had just met. And although you were overwhelmingly embarrassed, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to regret it. For it felt good to finally get the thought off your chest, as if by speaking the words into the air it somehow took a slight weight off of your shoulders. In that moment you seemed to breath slightly easier.  

“Eddie’s a very easy person to love,” Wayne responded. “He was always such a kind kid, even with the way he was raised.”

“I bet he was a handful,” you smiled, continuing to rub against your eyes until your flow of tears began to slow.  

“Oh, he was a nightmare,” Wayne said causing the both of you to laugh. “But if there’s one thing I know about Eddie it’s that he’s not dumb, despite what his school marks might show. He wouldn’t let a nice girl like you get away from him if he had any sense.”

You smiled, and with a voice slightly cracking from a fresh wave of tears, said, “Thank you, Mr Munson.”

---

The smell of disinfectant instantly filled your senses upon your arrival to the hospital, the usual chaos of the place having died down now that most of the patients were asleep. Visiting hours were long since over so that you cautiously made your way down each hallway, ducking into nearby rooms and closets as the squeaks of nurse’s shoes passed you by. In one hand you were holding a large pizza box, a bouquet of flowers balanced precariously on top. In the other, your shoes were held firmly between your fingers, your footsteps having been far too noticeable when you had been wearing them.

Just as a nurse rounded the corner, you quickly pushed open the door to Eddie’s room, closing it gently behind you as the nurse walked by. With a small sigh of relief, you turned to look into the room, your eyes instantly coming to land upon the boy in the bed. The space was dark, the only light coming from the window, its blinds still partly open so that the light of the moon shone through.  

“Hey there sleepyhead,” you said with a soft smile as you crossed the room and rounded the bed. Placing the items upon the bedside table, you emptied the vase that you had left there, the flowers inside having begun to wilt. You replaced them with the new ones you had bought, manoeuvring certain stems until the bouquet sat nicely. This time they were red carnations, the petals bringing a touch of colour to the otherwise dreary room. Reaching into your bag, you extracted a candle and some matches, placing the former upon the bedside table and lighting it with the latter so that the room was illuminated in a soft glow.  

You smiled up at Eddie as he came into clearer focus in the light. Leaning forward, you brushed a lock of his hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. With a sigh, you reclaimed the seat by the bedside that had essentially become yours, reaching forward to grab the pizza box before propping your feet up upon the edge of the bed, careful not to touch Eddie’s side. Flicking the lid of the box open, you inhaled the scent of the pizza and moaned.

“The nurse said I should talk to you more,” you began, periodically taking bites of your pizza slice. “She said that you could still hear me, which I don’t really know if I believe, but...it’s nice...talking to you again. Even if you don’t answer.”

Your gaze explored Eddie’s face. The bruises on his neck were healing nicely, the skin having turned a sickly yellow with most of the purple areas having disappeared. More colour had returned to his skin, a healthy flush covering his cheeks as his breathing came out deep and even.

“It’s Saturday,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I got all dressed up for our date and you didn’t show. I thought you said 7 o’clock sharp, Munson. It’s not nice to keep a girl waiting.”

Tears began to prickle at the corner of your eyes.

“I suppose I can find it in myself to forgive you though,” you said with a small smile, casting your gaze downwards as you picked up another slice of pizza. You sighed as you ate, a silence engulfing the room. The light of the candle flickered beside you, casting strange shadows across the wall.  

You glanced down at the dress you had adorned, the length coming to rest in the middle of your calves in an attempt to cover some of the bruising your body had sustained from your fight with Vecna. It was a nice dress, one of your favourites, and although the night was chilly you had refrained from adorning a jacket even if Eddie wasn’t going to see it.  

“Sorry I was late, sweetheart.”

Your head whipped up at the sound of Eddie’s voice, croaky and hoarse, his gaze fixated upon you. You couldn’t help the strangled sob that left your lips as you all but threw the pizza box to the floor, jumping up from your seat and leaping onto the bed. Eddie grunted slightly as you engulfed him in a hug, careful of the placement of your hands to avoid the majority of his wounds. His arms instantly came up to wrap around you, his grip slightly weak but his grasp upon you unwavering.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you held each other, some coming down to drip onto Eddie’s hospital gown, wetting the fabric. You were shaking against him, you realised as Eddie somehow pulled you closer against him, the warmth of his skin against yours so entirely soothing that it eased your ragged breathing slightly. When you pulled away, Eddie’s hand instantly came up to rest upon your cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away some of your tears. He smiled, and it was so wide and so genuine and so very lovely to see again that your tears were refreshed anew.

You smiled into Eddie’s touch as his hand continued to rest upon your cheek, his other hand coming up to brush away the hair that had fallen in front of your face. He looked at you like that in silence for some time, his hands continuing to brush against the skin of your cheek as if trying to decide whether you were real or not.

“Hello,” he said, finally breaking the silence, his voice deep and raspy.

“Hello,” you whispered back, not quite trusting your voice to speak any louder.

And then in that moment you altogether realised you were being quite neglectful to the man in your arms.

“Oh, god. I should get the nurse!” you jumped off the bed. “Can I get you something? Water? You’re probably thirsty so I should get you some water-”

But before you get very far away from the bed you found yourself unable to move any further, a tight grip fixated around your wrist. You turned to Eddie, his face contorted in pain slightly where he had leaned forwards to stop you.

“No,” he croaked. “J-just stay with me. That’s all I need right now”

He pulled you towards him and you willingly surrendered until you were back by his side. His eyes were captivating as they stared deeply into yours, his gaze completely unwavering. The grip he had around your wrist did not relent as he continued to pull you forwards, your knees hitting the side of the bed so that you had to lean over it until your face was inches from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Oh, maybe once before,” you said back with a smile.

You leaned forwards as far as you could go, practically falling into Eddie as your lips crashed onto his. Where your last kiss had been tentative, hesitant, slow, this time it was desperate and frenzied as you all but devoured each other. Eddie’s hands came up instantly to tangle within your hair, trying to pull you closer. Your own hands fell onto his chest and stayed there, revelling in the feeling of him beneath you so solid and warm and alive.

You deepened the kiss, impatient to taste him once more and needing him closer to you in any way that you could have him. He kissed back just as eagerly, panting into your mouth as he tried to explore every square inch of it. It was as if Eddie was a starved man having been given a feast.

When you pulled away, Eddie whined in protest even though he was slightly light-headed from the exertion of it all. His heart was beating rapidly causing the machine beside him to beep faster. He worried for just a moment that it might alert one of the nurses but then he turned his gaze back to you and all his thoughts were dispelled from his mind. You smiled at him, your lips slightly reddened and he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat even though the monitor beside him said otherwise.

“You should have kissed me sooner,” Eddie said with a wide grin, his heart aching as you pulled away to stand back up. “I bet you I would have woken up.”

“Who says I didn’t try that?” you questioned with a smirk. “Sleeping Beauty was my favourite film as a child, you know.”

He watched on as you made to sit back in the chair beside his bed.

“No. Come here,” he whined, trying to shuffle over as he patted the space beside him on the bed. “Lay with me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said, unable to stop yourself from smiling at Eddie’s disappointed expression. “You’re literally full of holes.”

“We’re all full of holes,” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows in such a way that had you stifling a laugh. “Now get over here. Or I swear I’ll get out of this bed and carry you instead.”

“Alright alright alright,” you said, relenting.

With hesitation, you slowly and cautiously sat upon the edge of the bed, making sure not to touch Eddie’s side as you swung your legs up. You were uncomfortable, that much was obvious from your stiff posture and rigid frame as you continued to be hyper aware of the placement of each of your limbs. Eddie whined from impatience before he leaned over, planted his hands firmly upon your waist and pulled you into him.

“Eddie!” you protested, seeing the slight grimace of pain cross his features as your hip collided with his abdomen. Yet he continued to smile down at you, nevertheless.

“Much better.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes before leaning into his side. You brought one hand up to rest upon his chest, revelling in the faint beat of his heart under your fingertips, whilst your other arm folded beneath you as you laid back against the pillow. Eddie smiled down at you, his hands never leaving your waist.

“Sorry I missed our date,” he whispered into the silent night air.

“You’re here with me now, aren’t you? That’s all I could have asked for.”

Eddie smiled down at you as he leaned his head back to rest fully upon the pillow.

“I wanted to do it all properly though. Buy you flowers and pick you up and open all the doors for you.”

“Well, let’s see,” you said, glancing around the room. “We have flowers.” You pointed to the vase upon the bedside table. “We have the romantic candlelight. And we have a delicious meal.”

You leant forwards and reached down to where the pizza box laid discarded upon the floor. Resting it upon your lap you could already tell that the meal had gone cold, and yet Eddie’s smile widened nonetheless.

“Oh god,” he moaned, instantly reaching over and grabbing a slice.

“Are you allowed to eat? You’ve been on a drip for days and-”

But Eddie had already shoved half of the slice into his mouth and was chewing quite contently. You reached up and wiped at a stray remnant of sauce that adorned his upper lip, smiling as you did so.

“You dressed up as well,” Eddie said, his eyes glancing lazily across your body.

“Of course I did,” you responded, a sly grin upturning your lips. “I wanted to impress.”

“Well you most certainly did,” Eddie replied almost breathless as his gaze continued to linger on your figure.

“I like your dress as well,” you added.

Eddie barked out a laugh as he looked down at his hospital gown.

“I know right,” he said. “Very fashion forward.”

The two of you stayed like that for some time, grinning up at one another as your bodies pressed up against each other, Eddie devouring his slice of pizza in what felt like mere seconds. His hand had not parted from your waist and you couldn’t help but shiver at the warmth that spread across your body at his touch. Without a word, Eddie leaned forwards and pulled the bed’s blanket upwards until you were tucked underneath it with him.

“What happened?” Eddie said, breaking the long silence that had sat between you for some time. “After I passed out?”

The air between you stilled slightly as it became more serious.

“I had to go back and help Max,” you said back, burrowing your cheek into the curve of Eddie’s shoulder as you sank into the bed. “I barely made it in time. Vecna had her all tied up and she was screaming in pain and I thought for a moment that I was too late and-”

You hadn’t noticed that you had started crying until Eddie leaned over and brushed away your tears.

“But Max is alright now?” Eddie asked, his voice soft and wholly soothing.

You nodded your head. “Vecna managed to break one of her arms but I stopped him before he could do anything else. Everyone’s signed her cast. It’s quite cute actually.”

“You are so cool,” Eddie breathed.

You looked up at him and smiled, Eddie’s hand coming up to brush against the length of your jaw.

“So then how did I end up here? You levitate me all the way to the hospital?”

“Not quite,” you chuckled. “I only barely managed to get you back through the portal without collapsing. We, ugh, borrowed Max’s mom’s car. I’ve never seen Steve drive like such a lunatic which is really saying something.”

A silence lingered between you, Eddie’s gaze seemingly fixated on the roof as he laid back against the pillow. His thumb was drawing light circles where it was touching your waist, and although you were quite sure Eddie wasn’t aware he was doing it, you revelled in the touch nonetheless.

“Why aren’t I in handcuffs, Y/N?”

You could tell he had been dreading the question; his voice softer, his body more rigid beneath you as he awaited your response. You propped yourself up onto your elbow so that you could see him better, and the fear that met you within his eyes had your heart aching. Gently, you brought one hand up to cup Eddie’s cheek, stroking your thumb over the curve of his jaw where some stubble had begun to grow.

“Well, for one,” you leaned down and placed a soft kiss over Eddie’s mouth, “we drove you to a hospital outside of Hawkins and admitted you under a different name,” you began.

“Very metal,” Eddie commented as the corner of his lips upturned into a small smile.

“Thank you. I’ve watched enough spy movies to know how to evade the police,” you responded, unable to stop yourself from smiling down at Eddie. “And for two,” you kissed him again, “as we speak the government is covering up this whole mess just like they normally do. So in a few days I’d say you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

“The government?”

“Yeah, some super-secret underground organisation that know all about the Upside-Down and stuff. Oh, and Hopper’s back so he’ll be on your side which will help with the police side of things.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot upwards, his eyes going wide. He couldn’t quite believe how casual you were being about the whole situation

“Hopper? The cop that died in that mall fire?”

“Yeah. Turns out he was actually kidnapped by evil Russians and taken to a Russian prison. Oh, and the mall fire wasn’t actually a mall fire but-”

“Let me guess,” Eddie interjected. “Some Upside-Down related crap?”

You smiled down at Eddie one last time before laying yourself back against the bed, leaning snugly into his frame.

“Yeah, let’s call it that,” you responded with a sigh.

Leaning up against Eddie, his heat completely encompassing you as you continued to sink into the bed, you were finding it quite difficult to keep your eyes open in that moment. You felt as Eddie shifted slightly against you, bringing his hand around to stroke at the hair around your temple.

“I should probably call your uncle,” you whispered into the silence of the room as your eyelids fell closed. “Tell him you’re awake.”

“Mmm,” Eddie moaned as his eyelids began to grow heavier. “It’s late, he’s probably asleep.” He nuzzled his nose against the top of your head, inhaling your scent as he did so.

“I should call Dustin too. That kids been worried sick.” You voice was barely above a whisper, your breathing having grown deep and peaceful

“Really?” Eddie breathed.

“Oh yeah, he makes me drive him up here everyday,” you responded. “It’s a good thing I’m always going anyway.”

“You came to visit me everyday?”

You could feel Eddie’s gaze upon you again.

“Of course I did,” you said looking up at him, furrowing your brows slightly as if it were the most stupid question you had ever heard.

Leaning over, Eddie connected his lips with your forehead before you pulled his face lower and connected his lips with yours. The kiss was lazy; a slow, gentle thing that somehow still had you breathless as you pulled away. 

“I love you.” It came out as a whisper from Eddie’s lips, almost as if the words had fallen from his mouth of their own volition. 

The grin that grew upon your features was so wide that Eddie thought for just a moment that he had never before seen something so beautiful.

“Maybe the nurse was right,” you whispered back, unable to stop yourself from connecting your lips to Eddie's once more. The taste of him was intoxicating, addictive even so that you weren't quite sure how you had lived your life thus far without him. 

Eddie furrowed his brows in confusion but kissed you back just as passionately.

“I love you too,” you clarified as you pulled away, revelling slightly in the beauty of the smile that Eddie offered you in that moment. Eddie brought his hand up to clasp at the back of your neck, pulling you towards him once more until your forehead was pressed against his. 

“Stay with me tonight?” Eddie questioned, his voice soft.

“Okay,” you whispered back. With one last peck, you leaned over and swiftly blew out the candle upon the nightstand.

“That was a bit of a fire hazard,” Eddie mumbled, his eyes already half closed.

“Shut up,” you responded lazily. “I wanted our date to be nice.”

“Trust me sweetheart,” Eddie said lazily. “We’re going to be having so many dates that will be way nicer than this.”

You leaned your head back against the pillow and burrowed further into the crook of Eddie’s neck as his scent engulfed you completely. His hand that was still clasped firmly around your waist pulled you somehow closer towards him until all you could feel was him—his heat, his skin, his life—emanating around you.

And maybe it was because the night was cold and the bed was so very warm, or maybe it was because you could just faintly hear the thumping of Eddie’s heart as you leaned upon his chest; so strong and so soothing and so very much alive. So that in the end it took only minutes for the two of you to fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

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[basicmyherowhore]

Do you think you could do a yandere pro hero deku with a shy s/o. They've always been super timid but when ever he get in a close vicinity of them, their face goes beet red. I just imagine deku sees his s/o and is like:

Deku: "Hey y/n!" *Kisses their cheek*

Y/n: *stares at him like he hung the moon and stars while face is as red as a tomato*... *Passes out*

If you don't get to this idea that's okay but I just thought It was a funny idea as a easily flustered person

Stop, I think this is so cute! I feel like it would work both ways in a sense? Like Deku was probably like this in the beginning of their relationship, but once he noticed how much more timid they are than him, he takes advantage of it, happy to finally be the one who isn’t flustered 24/7. (I kinda just turned this into a drabble, I hope that’s okay! I’m gonna keep this gender neutral since you didn’t specify. This is not so Yandere, but it’s there if you squint) Thanks for the ask!!!

You’ve been working at Pro Hero Deku’s agency for only a few months now. You still can’t believe that you got the job as the hero’s personal assistant, but your life hasn’t been the same since you did. You watched Deku rise to the top of the charts over the course of his career. It didn’t take him long, maybe two years at best. You could only watch from afar in awe as he ascended to the number 1 hero spot.

You’d always found the man extremely handsome, and the sight of his smile after a battle never failed to get your heart racing. Your friends would tease you about your crush on Deku, often buying you his merch as gag gifts. Little did they know that you kept each thing they ever bought, the start of a shrine forming in the corner of your room. You’d never admit it though, that would be far too embarrassing.

Never in a million years did you think that you’d wind up working for the hero, but it seems fate has an interesting way of making things happen. At first you thought it was all a weird joke from the universe, why would a Pro Hero like Deku be taking applications for an assistant, specifically from quirkless people? To this day you still don’t know what made you apply. But you’re so thankful you did…

You’re sat at your desk, working on some paper work when you hear a knock at your door. You glance up only to meet eyes with familiar green ones. Your body tenses as Deku approaches with a smile. You can already feel your body’s temperature beginning to rise.

“Morning, Y/N!” He greets you cheerfully, taking a seat on the corner of your desk. His large frame taking up the majority of the space. “You’re looking especially good this morning, did you do something different with your hair?”

You can only stare wordlessly as his muscled arm reaches towards you, calloused fingers gentles touching a piece of your hair. Your heart is practically leaping in your chest as his hand trails down from the crown of your head towards your cheek. He pinches the skin there lightly, chuckling as your face darkens with a blush.

“Too cute.” He smiles at you with unnoticed adoration in his eyes.

“Deku-San, please.” You whimper, lightly pushing his hand away from your warm face.

“Please what, Y/N?” Deku taunts you, smirking as he uses both hands to pinch at your cheeks. “You have to use your words to get what you want.”

“P-please-“ You struggle to get the words out, too embarrassed to get your mouth to work. You push yourself, forcing the words out much louder than you meant to. “Please stop teasing me!”

Deku freezes, looking down at you from his spot on your desk. He retracts his hands and places them at his sides. For a moment his face is blank and you fear that you’ve angered him. You turn your face downwards, too afraid to continue looking into his eyes.

A warm hand lightly touched your face, tilting it upwards. You jump back in surprise when you see the proximity of Deku’s face, not expecting it to be so close to your own.

“Good job, Y/N!” His signature smile replaces the previous blank expression. “I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself.” You feel like you’re going to die when he nuzzles his cheek against your own. You feel frazzled when his eyes meet your own again, staring into your being. “What a good little assistant I have.”

When you feel the soft skin of his lips press against your face, it’s feels like your soul leaves your body entirely. Your face feels like it’s a thousand degrees and you can’t even explain why your nose is starting to bleed. Deku watches in shock as your body slumps forward in your chair, you would’ve been hitting your desk if he wasn’t there to grab hold of you.

“Y/N?” He calls your name with concern, looking at your dilated half closed eyes and dazed expression. When he sees your eyes lazily focus on him, he knows that you’re okay. He caresses your cheeks with his thumbs lovingly. “Awe, I must have over done it this time. Sorry I can’t help myself. You’re just too cute when you’re a mess over me.”

[hellfireclub-at-thebau]

SMUT REQUEST: what if spencer had like a bad day at work and once he got home and he saw you he just cuddled up to you and softly started kissing your neck but things started to heat up but very slowly. like he wants to take his time with you and not release his anger on you but for him to take as much time as he wants to and for it to relax himself but also you. IMAGINE HIM BEING WHINY DURING IT TOO!!!(sorry if it doesn't make that much sense.)

i have always found whiny spence really cute.🥰

Sorry it took so long (I have been so busy) but here you go!

Desperate (18+)

Content Rating: Smut

Warnings: mention of death, child death, sub!/switch!spencer, softdom!reader, oral (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cursing, spanking, choking, hair pulling, pet names, praise, creampie, denial, fingering, masturbation

Summary: After a bad day at work, you figure a cuddle session with your boyfriend Spencer will help soothe him. But it suddenly turns steamy when Spencer decides to mess with your sensitive spots, and he can’t decide how he wants to act.

Word Count: 2.6k

SLAM!

The door shut, paired with a long sigh, as Spencer came home from work in Denver. I jumped from our bed and threw down the book that I had been reading to occupy myself while waiting for his return. 

He threw his keys down on the table with a small clink, his suitcase following with a small thud as it was thrown on our small kitchen table. 

I stood in the doorframe of our bedroom, looking over his body language. Some cases he wanted to just be left alone, and he needed his space. But the especially bad ones needed some TLC from me. 

He ran a hand through his curly hair as he met my stare, curling his lip to a thin line. 

“Kids?” I asked. 

He nodded, taking off his work shoes. “Five of them. That woman was a sick fuck.” He said in a slightly monotone voice, as if he had taken a chapter out of Aaron Hotchner’s book.

“A woman? She… She didn’t go easy, I’m guessing.” I said, taking a few steps away from the doorframe and into our kitchen.

He shook his head. “You can’t win them all.” He said, opening his arms, beckoning me with his fingers as he brought them to his palms twice.

I walked over and wrapped my arms around his torso, my face curling into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around my back, holding me a bit tighter than normal.

We stood there in the silence for a moment, as he held me close to him. It was times like these that I wished he didn’t work for the BAU. Cases like these took a toll out of him, like a piece of his soul was lost.

I leaned my head up to kiss his stubbly cheek, pulling myself away from the hug slightly, still letting our arms continue to be wrapped around each other. 

Spencer sighed, almost exasperated. “I can’t help feeling like… pissed off about cases like this.” He licked his lips, obviously trying not to undo his composure and express his pure rage and anger. He was good at hiding it early on, but once he really became triggered, it was as if hell broke loose.

“I mean, it’s okay to feel mad. You see a lot of scary things in your line of work. But, I would kill to have a job as exciting as yours.” I smiled, scrunching my nose as I helped loosen his tie for him. “Wanna cuddle and listen to music?” I asked, checking over his face for any injuries he was trying to hide. 

He smiled, for the first time since he had gotten home, and kissed the tip of my nose, my nose scrunching as he did so. “Sure, that would be wonderful.” 

He took my hand and walked with me to our couch, picking up the remote as he lied down on his back along the length of the couch. I took my usual position draped over his body, considering there wasn’t much space. 

He flipped through the stations as I made myself comfortable, tucking my face in the crook of his neck, one arm tucked under his neck, the other resting my hand on his pectoral, just enough to feel his heart beating.

It was a sweet sound, the complete silence in our apartment, save for the beating heart of my beloved doctor and our synchronized breathing. 

His hands placed themselves gently on my back, after picking a livestream of some oldies music, manipulated to sound like they were being played on an old record player, while he was practically squeezing me tighter than ever before. 

He sighed, as if letting something go that he was desperately holding onto while on his way home. “I could stay like this forever.” 

“Yeah, let’s see if you say that once your legs fall asleep.” I giggled, propping myself up slightly, keeping my hands where they were placed originally. 

He chuckled, using his calloused, muscular hands to place a chunk of hair behind my ear, moving his hand smoothly to rest it on my cheek. His palm was worn, riddled with new and old calluses and blisters from work. But despite them, his touch was soft, delicate, like fresh cotton sheets. 

I leaned down to kiss him, slowly pressing my lips against his own. He followed suit, allowing our lips to dance across each other in their own foxtrot. 

He pressed his fingers against my chin, gently tipping it upward so he could move his lips against my jawline and my neck. I giggled, a small blush appearing on my cheeks. “And what do you think you’re doing?” I asked, looking over and past his head to let him continue with his kisses.

He moved his lips away from my skin for a moment. “It’s hard missing you so much at work, and not being able to pleasure myself.” Spencer explained, before attacking my neck with rougher kisses.

It was true, he couldn’t masturbate while on a case. He always shared a hotel room with another agent, it was rare that the room was all his own. He would be mortified if he made Morgan or Prentiss leave the room, masturbate, and in turn, have them find out that was what he was doing in the first place. 

It was lonely here without him, too. I couldn’t just summon him while he was gone, but I had the time to myself. Sometimes I hold out until he comes back, other times I don’t. And when I don’t, Spencer likes to let me know exactly how wrong I was to orgasm under my own hand, and not his.

His hands moved to my hips, pushing them against his own and his body began to writhe beneath me. I could tell he was desperate, and desperate Spencer is a fun Spencer.

“And what do you wanna do about it?” I ask, a small hint of mischief hidden within my tone.

He pulled away from me to smile. I could see the wheels turning. “God, I want to really, just, make sweet love to you. But I’m still just… so upset about the case. I don’t wanna hurt you.” 

I giggled, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

“Please, baby. It’s been so long. Let me make you feel good.” Spencer whined.

I smiled softly. “Of course.” I then kissed his cheek. “And you could never hurt me, baby boy.” I cooed in his ear.

He shot up at the pet name, bringing me with him as he sat up. I could feel the tent growing in his pants; there was no hiding it. 

I moved off of his lap, standing up from the couch. “Go get ready for me, baby. I’m gonna get some water.” I said with a low tone, walking over to the kitchen before he had any room to object. 

I could hear him scrambling from the couch to our bedroom, practically feeling his giddy energy from ten feet away. I grabbed a cup from the kitchen cabinet, turning on the sink to pour myself a glass of tap water. I took my time drinking it. The longer he waited, the more desperate he became. And besides, who knows if he needs a light reprimand?

After finishing my glass, I made my way to the bedroom, where Spencer had managed to get himself in his white wife beater tank, and his plaid blue boxers. His erection was evident, begging to be freed from the thin cloth. 

I gave him a smile, walking forward briskly, kissing him with more hunger than before. His stubble rubbed against my skin, but that was nothing compared to his tongue battling mine for dominance, the ferocity like that of a tiger. 

He slid his hands up my sweatshirt, pulling it off. I could feel him smile into the kiss once he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra the whole time. He moved his lips down to my neck, his hands squeezing my ass tightly. He found my most tender spot in my neck, and began to suck. 

“Spencer…” I whispered, prompting a smirk from my lover. 

I gripped onto his back as he continued to nibble on my skin, his thick thumbs taking hold of my shorts, pulling them down with my panties. I was dripping wet, but he could never know that yet. I moved my hands to his tank, practically ripping it off him before working on his boxers. I moved them down, setting his beast free. 

I could see the glisten of pre-cum on his head, which I quickly spread with my thumb. He shivered, his cock twitching in my hand. “Does that feel good?” I asked.

He nodded against my skin, his hands trailing to my center before I removed my hands from him and grabbed them. 

“I didn’t say you could touch there yet.”

He let out a small, frustrated whine. “Angel, please. You know how much I’ve wanted to devour you.” 

I chuckled, pointing to the small chair by the closet door. “Sit.” I ordered, moving away from him and hopping onto the bed. 

He reluctantly moved, sitting on the wooden chair.

“I’m going to touch myself now. And when I do, all you can do is watch. No jacking off.” I explained, letting a hand move down to my clit, creating small circles with my index and middle finger.

He let out another loud whine. “Y/N, please. I want to be the one to do that for you.” He whined, squirming in his seat with wide eyes.

I stayed silent, wrapping a hand in my hair as I inserted two fingers inside myself. I let out a sharp exhale, my back arching slightly. My g-spot shivered with the sensation of my two digits. Spencer looked like he could cry, gripping the sides of the chair’s seat with white knuckles.

I could feel my walls tighten around my fingers; the more I fucked myself with them, the more Spencer whined in his seat. 

I couldn’t stand it anymore. Beckoning my boyfriend with my hand, Spencer jumped from his seat and pulled my thighs apart, spreading them apart more than they already were. “Eat my fucking pussy, baby boy.” I ordered, his mouth attaching itself to my clit.

I moaned, my thighs twitching as my sensitive clit was sucked on. His teeth grazing over my delicate nerves, I pulled on his curly locks of hair. He peered up at me from between my legs, moving one of his hands to insert two long fingers inside my cunt. 

“Oh my god…” I moaned, my legs and hips twitching more as my delicate, sensitive clit began to shiver under his tongue. 

He smirked against my center and I sat up, moving his head away. “Do you think you deserve to have your cock sucked?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

His eyebrows furrowed, his posture more upright as he became desperate for my mouth. “Lovey, please. Please suck my cock. You don’t even need to suck me for long, just fucking suck my cock.” He whined, intertwining his hands behind my hair and pulling me into a sloppy kiss. 

His mouth crashed against mine, while he let me move him so he was lying on the bed. I straddled him, kissing him feverishly. His hands gently grabbed my waist, as I moved my lips to his neck. He extended his neck to the side, taking in every kiss like a shot of heroin. 

I continued my kisses down to his chest, letting my hands trail along beside my lips. He shivered, goosebumps appearing with each touch of my soft, pale hands against his chest. I kissed down to his pelvis, his cock twitching the closer I got to the base of his cock. 

Pushing his cock aside, my mouth attached to his balls, sucking on them lightly at first. Peering up at him to gauge his reaction, my favorite thing to do, I sucked harder with each moan. He gently grabbed my hair, pulling it out of my face. 

“You look so beautiful like that, your mouth on my cock. God, I can’t get enough.” He whispered, his praises interrupted by his moans as my mouth engulfed his large member. I slowly let my mouth travel down his member, engulfing him whole to get used to the gagging feeling. The head hitting the back of my throat just fine, I began at a slow pace. 

Letting my hand slowly twist as I sucked him, giving him two different sensations, he bucked into my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes the more I gagged on his dick, his groans getting louder and louder. “Good girl, fuck, you’re so good at sucking cock.” He praised, leaning forward slightly to smack the top of my ass.

My back arched at the slap, but I quickened my pace, spit trailing down my chin and to my chest, my breasts glistening with saliva. 

“Fuck me, baby. I don’t want to cum in your mouth, I want that fucking pussy.” He whined, still holding onto my hair. 

I released my mouth from his cock, a trail of spit between his cock and my mouth. I continued to stroke him as I sat up, carefully making my way to straddle him.

He held my hip with one hand, the other wiping the spit from my chin and covering one of my nipples with it. I lowered myself onto his cock, my stomach aching with the feeling of his cock hitting my inner core. 

He groaned, moving his hand from my chest to my other hip. I placed my hands on either side of his head, getting a good and comfortable stance. 

My ass began to bounce up and down on his cock, my breasts practically bouncing in his face the more I quickened my pace. He propped himself up with his feet, his knees pointing upward as he matched my bouncing with his own, equally rough thrusts. 

I moaned loudly, my forehead colliding with his, and my eyes closing shut the more I began to climb to an orgasm. His animalistic growls only made my pleasure more enjoyable. He was vocal in bed, something that seriously turned me on. 

I snaked a hand to his throat, keeping myself propped up. He looked at me with an innocent, but equally dark look in his eyes. “Keep going, baby. Don’t ever fucking stop.” I spat in the midst of my moans. 

Almost in the blink of an eye, he flipped us over, his cock never leaving my tight cunt. He maneuvered his hand to hold both of my wrists together, his other hand wrapping itself even tighter around my throat. 

“You lie there and fucking take that, dirty whore.” He spat, sweat forming on his forehead. His hair fell in front of his eyes, moving back and forth with his thrusts. 

I moaned even louder, my stomach tightening as I was at the peak of my orgasm. “Fuck, baby, let me cum.” I begged, my hips colliding with his.

His response was a simple growl as he quickened his pace, the headboard of the bed practically making a dent in the wall. I could feel him orgasm, and my stomach quivered as I reached mine. He groaned, his warm spunk filling my pussy and spilling out of me, dripping down onto the bed below me. 

He panted, leaning down to give me a sloppy, but sweet kiss. He moved to the side, pulling me close as he declined from his orgasm. 

After sitting in a pregnant silence for a moment or two, he softly moved my hair from my face and smiled at me. “Did I hurt you?” He asked. 

I shook my head. “You could never hurt me, my love.”

[cinebration]

What I Mean (Sherlock Holmes x Reader) [Request]

Hi lovely! Love love LOVE your work! You’ve got some truly amazing stories 💝 would I be able to request a Henry!Sherlock Holmes x reader one shot where the reader has feelings for Sherlock but thinks that he doesn’t like her at all? — Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: acecroft

The first time you saw Sherlock, you fell in love. It wasn’t because of how he looked or how he carried himself. It was how he brushed past that insufferable Constable Lowell, ignoring the man’s protests with a wave of his hand. The way Lowell became flustered and upset and the way DI Lestrade laughed at him made your heart swell in your chest. After the last five months of verbal bullying from the constable, you were supremely satisfied to see him humiliated.

Sherlock frequently appeared unexpectedly at Scotland Yard. You learned to recognize his presence in the building before you ever saw him. There was something about the way he moved through the place, like it was of little consequence, that you could feel. It reminded you of being caught out in a storm with lightning striking nearby, the hair on your arms rising as static built up in the air.

You didn’t meet Sherlock until your fourth month of employment. What had started as a typing job had turned into secretarial work—with no increase in pay to account for your extra duties. You strode into Lestrade’s office with a thin smile and said, “If I’m going to be mitigating your literacy blunders, I expect to be compensated.”

“That’s out of the question. You are a typist and are paid accordingly.”

“Well, then, in that case…” You dumped a huge stack of folders in front of him. “I don’t need to inventory these.”

Lestrade stared at the stack in displeasure.

“Oh, and they haven’t been properly sorted. I’m only meant to type, not to organize your chaos.”

“Now wait.”

“I expect a ten-percent increase. That’s what a proper secretary gets paid. Oh, and the title. I want everyone to know I am not a mere typist.”

The muscle in his jaw jumping, Lestrade reluctantly agreed. Sweeping the files up in your arms, you strode out of the room, light on your heels.

Sherlock leaned beside the door, a faint smirk playing on his lips. You stumbled, surprised by his appearance.

“I thought I was the only one who could so easily maneuver Lestrade,” he said.

“He makes it too easy,” you managed to say.

Sherlock’s eyes skimmed the files. “They’re already organized, I see.”

“The trick is making him think only I can do this job.”

“Clever.” Then he was in Lestrade’s office discussing a case, leaving you standing there flushed.

~~

Sherlock took to greeting you cordially each time he passed by your desk after the incident with Lestrade. Sometimes he didn’t meet with Lestrade at all, instead opting to leave you with a message for the detective inspector. Sherlock never spent long at your desk, much to your disappointment, but the few minutes he spared you each time were enough to make you float the rest of the day.

You had taken it upon yourself to have all the necessary information on all of Lestrade’s cases close at hand. Sherlock often appeared to ask Lestrade for information regarding something he had read in the paper or heard from others. The first time you furnished him with a small envelope of the relevant information, you had been pleased to see genuine surprise in the consulting detective’s face.

“You are quite indispensable,” he remarked. “I don’t know how Lestrade managed anything before you.”

“Poorly, I would imagine.”

“I heard that!”

Smothering a laugh with your hand, you settled back at your desk and tried to think of something else to say to make Sherlock linger for a few moments. Before you could, he dipped his head and left.

You didn’t know why you kept entertaining the idea of interacting properly with Sherlock. The society rumor mill claimed the man was impossible to nail down and seemed uninterested in any of the ladies. It was supposed he, being an eccentric, was possibly too obsessed with his sleuthing hobby and therefore poor marriage material anyway.

Still, you flirted with the idea until you saw him interact with his sister, Enola. He smiled at her and praised her for a particularly thorny case she had unraveled.

Oh, you thought with dismay, feeling all hope leave you. He treats me like his sister.

The realization settled deep in your bones. It had been fruitless all along, the special treatment you had accorded him, the way he seemed pleased with you.

Of course he was pleased with you, you snarled inwardly. You helped him with his work. Even he suffers Lestrade in order to do that. You are nothing but a convenient secretary he doesn’t need to pay.

You couldn’t bear the thought of making things difficult for him, however, so you continued to keep the case information neatly organized and accessible. While everything in you had changed, the only outward sign of it was a sudden coolness toward him. You no longer smiled easily when he arrived, and you spent most of your time avoiding his gaze, busying yourself with tasks at your desk.

If he noticed, he gave no sign. It was as you had thought. You were of little consequence to him.

~~

A year after being hired, you considered quitting. There was a small detective agency in need of female detectives to uncover unfaithful wives and husbands for divorce proceedings. It would get you away from the stifling atmosphere of Scotland Yard, where the likes of Lowell and his ilk still roamed unchecked. You could do with a change.

You could do with an escape from a certain debonair consultant.

“You can’t leave,” Lestrade declared. “I won’t allow it.”

“Did I sign a contract, sir?”

“No, but why would that—”

“Then I am under no obligation to continue working for you.”

Lestrade sputtered, trying to refute you. “You’re needed here.”

“I know a woman who is as adept as I am at this work.”

“But—”

“I’ve made my decision, detective. Please leave me to it.”

You remained only to show your replacement the way of things and to warn her about Lowell and the others. Only then did you leave and seek a posting in the detective agency.

A day after you had applied and been accepted, you arrived to work in your work clothes, fully expecting to be sent somewhere to survey a cheating spouse. As you walked through the door, you heard exclamations from within.

“Mr. Holmes! What an honor it is to have you grace our establishment.”

You froze in the doorway, heart hammering in your chest. Sherlock’s broad back was turned to you, his face in three-quarter profile. You wanted to flee, to escape the magnetic pull you felt in your presence.

Your new employer saw you past Sherlock’s shoulder. “Ah, here she is.” Waving you over, he watched you walk stiffly down the hallway, your hands clenched into nervous fists by your sides.

Sherlock turned to you, fixing you with those striking blue eyes. You felt trapped beneath them, sucked in their magnetism once more. Swallowing thickly, you nodded. “Mr. Holmes.”

He smiled tentatively at you, revealing the point of a canine.

“Mr. Holmes has requested you for an investigation,” you employer said. “I offered him Miss Hemmings, of course, she being our finest, but he insisted on you.”

The hair on the back of your neck rose. Resisting the urge to scratch, you asked, “Did he?”

“I did. Now, if we could go? We are wasting time.”

Fighting the disappointment rising in you, you followed Sherlock out the door and into a transom. Enclosed in the small space, you couldn’t avoid his scent, a pleasing mix of tobacco smoke and something else. You avoided his gaze, folding and refolding your hands in your lap.

“You left Scotland Yard.”

A statement. You nodded but didn’t offer anything more. “Where are we going?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

You frowned, lifted your head. “I beg your pardon?”

“Did I do something incorrect?” A crease appeared between the man’s eyebrows. “Your demeanor toward me changed in the two months leading up to your resignation.”

Toying with the fingers of your gloves, you felt panic clawing up your throat. He had noticed. What did that mean?

“I can only conclude that something occurred, but I can’t determine what.”

You met his concerned eyes. “I…it doesn’t matter, Mr. Holmes. I can do whatever job you need me to with as much professional courtesy as it requires.”

His lips pulled into a thin frown. “That isn’t what I’m asking.”

“I don’t know what you mean, then.”

“Please, you are smarter than that. Or was my regard for you misplaced?”

You blinked in surprise, unsure you had heard correctly. “It…isn’t my place to tell you where to place your regard.”

He laughed then, a sudden HA that made you jump. “You are making this difficult, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I am not given over to emotionalism, but I won’t deny that your treatment of me in those last months affected me.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“What I mean to say is that I had hoped we were developing a familiarity.” His hand went to his collar, adjusting it. “I had hoped to…call on you.”

Your head snapped up in surprise. “To call on me?”

“I had thought my feeling for you was returned, but if I am mistaken, please inform me now to save us both further embarrassment.”

You could hardly speak around the tightness in your throat. “It is returned.”

The smile on Sherlock’s face made your heart ache. “Good. I’m glad we have remedied that. Now, if we’re both to be detectives, then I suppose we had best collaborate. I need you to spy on Richard Haskell. It seems…”