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teliphone · 3 days ago

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You're Mine

Summary: You agree to be Park Yeonjin's fling, only to keep your name safe. You’re forced to stick by her. Over time, you can’t help but take a liking to her. She’s cruel, yet so beautiful. It is hard to keep your morals.

Warning(s): Smut, Manipulation, Toys, Bondage, Bullying, Harsh, Sub!FemReader

Word Count: 3.7K

Park Yeonjin squeezes your upper thigh, making your body jerk in surprise. You glare at her and she smiles sweetly, her eyes glossing with fake signs of innocence. She digs her fingertips into the softness of your thighs again. Now you understand why she asked you to wear a skirt. Your hand moves down to grip her wrist. Her hand is hidden under your skirt.

“Stop it,” You whisper a warning. She leans her lips to your ears.

“Be a good girl and listen to the pastor,” She instructs. Your heart pounds hard against your chest. You glance around the church hoping no one is watching. Words from the pastor's sermon continue in the background.

For a moment you did forget about her. You focus on the message til you feel her fingertips rub the middle of your panties. You accidentally jerk your legs, kicking the chair in front of you. People around you look at you worriedly. Even the pastor paused for a short second before continuing.

“Sorry,’ You whisper with a polite smile, ‘I need to use the bathroom.”

You hurry and excuse yourself, ignoring Yeonjin’s playful smirk. She leans back into her seat and ogles your bottom as you scoot past her. She bites her lips to stop herself from hitting it. Once you’re out of the row, she looks back at the pastor and acts like she’s paying close attention.

The stall doors slam shut and you place the toilet seat covers down. You take a seat and place your face into your hands. A deep frustrating sigh escapes your lip. With Yeonjin here, you feel like such a sinner. You couldn’t pay attention to the message. All you could think about was her.

You didn’t even like her. You were just her play fling. Yeonjin held so much power that you couldn’t escape her grip. It all started because you caught her attention during school. You stood up against her bullying. No one had dared before. From there, you saw her eyes darken and her lips curl into a sinister smile. She shoved the poor victim to the side and rushed to you.

“Be mine,” She insisted. You chuckled in disgust. You point a finger at her.

“You? … Never. You’re not my type,” You replied. You start to walk away, but she grabs your arm. Next thing you knew she had multiple blackmails and threats hidden under her sleeve. You became her “girlfriend” the next day.

A knock coming from the stall door makes you snap out of your thoughts. You pause in shock before glancing under the stall. Yeonjin’s shoes come into sight. You roll your eyes. She knocks again with more urgency.

“Wait,” You sigh. You fake a flush and unlock the stall. Before you could open the door, she pushed it. You stumble backward, your legs bumping into the toilet. She walks into the tight space with her arms crossed. Her face is stone cold.

“You took a long time,” She informs. You clench your hands into a fist.

“I was doing my business,” You grumble. She tilts her head. Her eyes are dark as void. She knew you were lying. Your frustrated look drops and you gulp nervously.

“I don’t like that tone,” She warns. You tilt your head down. Your hair falls in front of your face.

“Sorry,” You apologize to avoid further trouble. She smiles sweetly and brings her hands up to brush your hair behind your ears. Her sweet gestures end quickly. She runs her fingernail down to your chin and grips it. She tugs your face to look up. She begins to lean her face close to you. Your eyes flutter shut and your hand naturally moves to grip onto her bicep.

Suddenly the bathroom door swings open revealing a lady which causes you to let out a fake cough. Yeonjin is quick to act and she pats your back.

“There, there. You must have gotten a cold,” She lies with a perfect tone of concern. You continue letting out a few more coughs. The woman looks at you worriedly.

“Poor girl. I pray you get better soon,” She frowns. Yeonjin smiles innocently and you bow your head as a thank you. The woman walks into a different stall. Yeonjin makes eye contact with you and starts to laugh quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle along with her.

Yeonjin takes a long drag of her cigarette. She blows it into the air. You sit beside her in silence like a perfectly trained pet. Her friends surround her, laughing amongst each other. One of them is busy curling her hair with an iron while another is on the side shooting basketball hoops. You couldn’t understand what they were talking about. The topic is very much what only privileged rich kids would get. All you could do is analyze Yeonjin. She will laugh with her friends and then glance at you. Her dark black hair is perfectly brushed and styled. Her lips wrap around the cigarette and suck, her eyes never leaving yours. In the midst of staring at her, you didn’t realize she was leaning to blow smoke into your face. You grimace and wave your hands to get rid of the smell. She laughs and pats your head. Her fingers gently rub your scalp which causes you to glare up. Her touch was a sudden sweet gesture, you’re not used to it. She tilts her head and smiles. Your cheeks turn pink a little. She’s undeniably beautiful. It bugs you that her beauty makes you forget how evil she can be.

The doors of the gym open which steals everyone’s attention. A student whom they like to bully comes walking in. The same girl you protected by standing up against Yeonjin. She walks over with a stern face. You glance to look at Yeonjin. Her eyes started to darken, indicating she was having fun. Her lips curled up. All that dark, beautiful hair, that's what hatred looks like.

“Dongeun, I missed you!” Yeonjin gasps as she drops the cigarette onto the ground. She heads over to Dongeun, her steps light as a feather.

“Where have you been?” She chirps. Dongeun glares with such hatred. She raises her hand to slap, but Yeonjin is quick to catch her wrist. She grips and tugs Dongeun’s arm, dragging her along. She pushes Dongeun into a seat and signals her friends to lock her into place.

“I guess you haven’t learned your place. You need a little reminder,” Yeonjin hums as she touches the handle of the hot iron hair curler. She grabs onto the handle and starts walking over to Dongeun, who is thrashing against the friend's hold. You widen your eyes in fear. Yeonjin pushes up Dongeun’s sleeves and hovers the hot iron over her skin. You rush out of your seat and grab Yeonjin’s wrist. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration and disgust.

“Stop,” You warn. Yeonjin’s eyes twitch but her lips remain smiling.

“Let go,” She orders. You only grip her wrist harder and tug it away from Dongeun’s arm. She tries pulling back, but you never let go. Yeonjin takes her other hand and clenches it onto your hair. You yelp in pain as she tugs it harshly. She brings your face near hers and chuckles. You could see her eyes look down to your lips and back up. Eyes dilating like the night sky.

“I own you. I can do what I want. You can’t,” She whispers. She releases her grip and you fall onto the ground with a loud thud. Her friends start laughing. One of them comes over and places his foot on top of your soft stomach. You wince in pain and claw at his ankle. Yeonjin’s smile darkens and she stares at her friend.

“…What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice is cold. The guy pauses and nervously backs away from your body. You grunt and clench your stomach. He raises his hands up defensively.

“Hey, I-I was just copying you. I’m trying to have fun too,” He explains. Yeonjin takes slow steps towards him. She brings her hands up and slaps his face hard. His face turns to the side and he brings his hands up to numb the pain. Before he could recover, she grips onto the collar of his shirt and tugs to make him look into her eyes. She smiles sinisterly.

“Only I can touch her. If I see you lay even one finger on her… I’ll kill you,” She swore before pushing him back. He grunts in pain, stumbling to gain balance. She drops the hair curler, finding you more important than what she was going to do. She walks over to you. She kneels and examines you worriedly.

“Are you okay?” She asks. You simply nod your head without a word. You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. She wraps her arm around yours and helps you stand up. She spares one glance at Dongeun before wordlessly walking out of the gym with you.

“One day you will get bored of me,” You say a couple of weeks after the hot iron incident. A part of you felt sad about the possibility that Yeonjin could easily toss you to the side. It’s realistic, considering you’re just her play toy.

“Why? Feel upset about that?” She laughs. You turn your head to the side to avoid her eyes.

“No, I just want to know how far you’re going to drag this thing on,” You reply, fidgeting with your fingers. She snaps her phone shut and leans back into her chair. She hums deep in thought.

“Let me think,” She ponders. A playful glint sparks in her eyes. She flips her hair to the side and leans forward, resting against her elbow on the table.

“Til you say you had enough,” She says. You widen your eyes in shock.

“What?” You blurt out. She laughs again and tilts her head.

“I will stop when you tell me to,” She repeats slowly. You blink your eyes before gulping. She knew the game she was playing. She was confident that you wouldn’t be able to leave her side anymore. As much as she had power over you, she gave you a slight chance to own some. Like a little treat. Your very own decision on whether or not you want to continue being with her.

“I…”

“-Before you decide. Spend one full day with me,” She beams.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, rubbing your hands down your outfit. It was picked out by Yeonjin. You touch the edge of your skirt. Of course, it’s a skirt. Your phone buzzes and you rush to read the message. A simple ‘I’m here’ from Yeonjin. You quickly gather your things and rush out to her.

She’s in her fancy rich car, gifted by her parents. The sound of the car unlocking clicks. You give her a quick wave and open the door. Yeonjin smiles in excitement when she sees you in the outfit she picked out. You take a seat and wait patiently.

“You look beautiful,” She smiles. You feel your cheeks warm up.

“Thank you… you do too,” You reply. She smirks and places one hand on the wheel. She places her other hand on the place she enjoys most. Your thighs. Her cold fingers grip the warm squishy skin of your inner thigh. You nibble your bottom lip. She starts driving, paying attention to the road.

Spending the day with Yeonjin was like being treated like royalty. Every store and restaurant knew her. You’ve never seen someone receive so much favor and respect all because of their name. They gave her extra food. Limited items were suddenly available to her. She didn’t bother looking at the price tags when she bought you clothes. All she needed to know was that it looked good on you and she'd tell the staff to add it to her card. Three bags of clothes became seven. Neither of you even held the bag. A staff member held it for you til they placed it in the trunk of her car.

When it was time for dinner, she got a place where there was a front view of the whole city. She orders multiple entrees, each worth the same as a regular person's paycheck. When you thought the day was ending, Yeonjin drives you to her house.

The sky is dark and you shift comfortably on the coach. She sits next to you while playing a game on her phone. The game sound beeps happily. She hums in deep concentration.

“Thank you,” You say. You truly meant it. No one has treated you this way before. Yeonjin was different. She giggles and grabs ahold of your hand without looking up from her phone.

“Of course. You’re mine, remember,” She reminds you. Her hand stays wrapped around yours. She has a sweet smile on her lips. You bite back a smile. She continues playing the game til she is satisfied. She snaps her phone shut and averts her attention fully on you. She places her hands on your thighs and leans forward. She places a small kiss on your neck. It tickles, making you giggle.

“I want to do one more thing with you before you make your decision,” She requests, pulling away. You slow down your chuckle. You place a hand on top of hers. Your fingers gently rub her soft skin.

“What is it?” You question, licking your bottom lip. Her eyes darken and her breathing slows. She suddenly stands up to her feet.

“Follow me.”

You’re in her room, sitting at the edge of her bed. She stands in front of you, brushing her hand against your cheek. You stare lovingly into her eyes. She tilts her head playfully and lowers her hand til it reaches your neck. She suddenly grips it causing you to gasp. Your hands claw at her wrist. She darkly smiles as she watches your face turn scrunch in pain. It turns her on. She pushes you deeper into the middle of the bed. Your head rests on her pillow and she towers above you. She holds on to your throat a little longer until she lets go. You gasp for air. She doesn’t let you catch your breath long before she starts kissing you again. Her lips move slowly against yours, digging her fingers into your inner thigh. You moan into her mouth and she smirks. She starts to touch the edge of your shirt and naturally pulls it off. You urgently reach to take off hers, but she stops you.

“In a hurry?” She jokes. She starts kissing you again. She slides her hand under your skirt. The sides of your panties loop around her fingers. She tugs it and you can feel the cold air touching your core. You sink into the kiss feverishly and she laughs. You pull away, blushing. She smiles and pecks your lips again before disappearing to the side. You're left alone breathless and shirtless. You nervously glance around. Analyzing her decorations.

Yeonjin appears in front of you, wearing just a bra and panties with two large red string ribbons around her hands. Her long black hair drapes over her shoulder. Her nipples visibly harden against the fabric of her bra.

“You trust me?” She asks.

“Yes. I do,” You answer. She smiles in satisfaction and gestures to you to bring your hands up. She starts wrapping the red ribbon around your wrist. She tightens and tugs it hard. You can barely move your hands. You look at her worriedly to which she responds by kissing you sweetly. Suddenly your vision gets covered by the last red string. You feel her push your tied hands up above your head. The sound of a metal click reaches your ears. Your heart rate quickens. Your chest moves up and down fast. All your other senses seem to heighten.

“You look scared,” She purrs in your ear. You twitch and attempt to reach out, but something stops your arms from moving. She chuckles darkly. You feel her lips suddenly kissing and sucking your neck. Her teeth grind against the skin. Her lips move down to your chest. She grabs your boobs hard, twisting your nub. You grunt and pull onto the tie. She chuckles and continues touching your boobs. A hot wet feeling starts touching your nipple. You moan, tilting your head back. In contrast, you can also feel her teeth occasionally biting down.

“I know this is making you wet,” She purrs as she moves her free hand under your skirt. She tests by rubbing the tip of her finger on your folds. She chuckles at the silky mess under her finger.

“Dirty girl,” She hums. She moves up to touch your needy clit. She rubs it slowly, causing you to jerk.

“Please. Go faster,” You beg. She listens and starts to quicken her tempo. You cuss and grip the ties. Your lower stomach clenches. Wet noises from the movement of her fingers on your cunt become louder. You bite your lower lip while your back arches.

“You feel wet enough,” She notes. She removes her fingers and you whine. She examines the silky juice on her fingers.

“Please don’t stop! Go faster and harder please!” You cry out. You feel the bed dip and lift. You’re alone again. Your lower stomach begins to slow down in pleasure. You use your ears to listen to what is happening. Sounds of shuffling can be heard.

Yeonjin is looking through her toy collection. She sings and hums as she scans which one she wants to use on you. A decent large d!|dō catches her attention. She picks it up and feels the heavy girth on her hands.

The bed dips again and you get butterflies. She moves her body to the slit of your legs.

“As much as I love this skirt on you. I need to see,” She chirps. She pulls the shirt off your body and tosses it to the side. Your cunt glistens so sweetly. She bites her bottom lip as she places the toy on top of your core. You feel a large object move up and down your slit slowly.

“Yeonjin, what is that?” You pant. She shushes you, gently rubbing your lower stomach. She moves and rotates the toy until it is glistening with your juice. She leans the tip of the toy into your core. She slowly starts shoving it into you. She doesn’t go fast, allowing you to adjust. Your breathing hicks and you cry in pain. Her cunt pulses watching your core being forcefully open.

“Fuck!” You cuss.

“Does it hurt?” She hums. She slows down and starts pulling the toy out. You buckle your hips. The red blind ribbons feel stuffy and sweat starts to form on your forehead. You shake your head no. It hurt, but it also felt so good. It stirs something in you knowing that she’s using your body for her pleasure.

She pushes the toy back in and you sob out a moan. Your legs start to shake. Your wrist is starting to bruise and turn red by how hard you tug the ribbon. You tilt your head back, sobbing into the ribbon. She presses her hand harder on your lower stomach. The girth of the toy fills you deeper. You start to thrash your body uncontrollably.

“S-slow down,” You choke. She laughs light heartedly.

“I thought you wanted me to go faster and harder,” She teases as she pulls the toy out only to shove it back in. From how much you’re moving, the ribbon on your head starts to shift. Your head tilts to the side and the ribbon begins sliding down to your neck. You grimace at the sudden exposure to light. Yeonjin lifts her eyebrow in amusement. You peer down to see her resting comfortably between your legs. One hand holding the end of the toy. You can see it disappearing in you. She pauses to let you soak in the sight.

“See it? You’re taking it so well like a good girl,” She hums. She moves her hand quickly. Letting you watch the toy shove deep within you and out. Your hips jerk and start to chase after it. Tears start to escape the edge of your eye. You bit your lip, enjoying the pleasure. Yeonjin watches your tears roll down your cheeks. It turns her on even more. She angles the toy til she hears you moan louder. She found your spot.

“I’m so close!” You moan. She moves her hand a few more times til she pulls out the toy completely. Your core squeezes around nothing, sending a painful throb in your stomach. You pant hard while tugging on the ribbon

“No, please don’t stop,” You cry. Yeonjin tilts her head with a joyful glint in her eyes.

“You can only come… if you decide to be mine. If you don't want to, I can stop,” She explains. She eyes the toy playfully before placing the tip on her tongue. She makes sure you’re looking at her before she licks the tip of the toy. Your juice coats her tongue and she moans. She wraps her lips around the toy and sucks it before pulling it out with a ‘pop’. She places the tip back into you. You let out a soft moan of need.

“So… what’s your answer?” She smiles. Before you could say anything she shoves the wet toy into you. Her pace is brutal. Your body twitches feverishly. Your cheeks are red and wet with tears. She’s already bringing you back to your high.

“Fuck!” You grunt. She doesn’t slow down. You can hear her giggling sinisterly.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” You cry, your body moving along with the hard thrust.

“Say it,” She reminds you. Her hands move the toy up and down fast at an angle. Her other hand moves to squeeze your sensitive clit. The pleasure is near and it feels too good to stop.

“I’m yours!” You confess. Your words slurs in with moans. Yeonjin smiles, her core pulsing as she watches you chase your high. She clenches her legs together.

“Come for me,” She moans. You moan loudly, back arching. Your body twitches. You feel your juice rolling down and onto the bed sheets. She leaves the toy in you and she moves up to kiss you. Her wet tongue slides against your mouth. Your brain is foggy, unable to think.

“You’re mine,” She moans in between the kisses.

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ros3ybabe · 5 months ago

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Re-Introduction 🎀

Hello!!! With the start of the school year coming soon for me, I decided I'd reintroduce myself, as this is my main blog and I typically use it as a studyblr-type of blog because it helps keep me going towards my goals! Of course i still post about my physical health, mental health, and daily life, but when college/university is in session, my life typically revolves around school!

🎀 A Little About Me 🎀

you guys can call me Rosey 🌹

I am 21 years old, she/her

I am entering my 4th year of college/uni BUT I recently added a 2nd major so I don't graduate for another year/year and a half ish

I am majoring in Human Nutrition and Dietetics, 2nd major in Finance, and a double minor in Psychology and Exercise Science

I love learning so so so much, as you can tell

I study languages in my free time

^ Currently rotating between (Mexican) Spanish, Japanese, and Korean

I love all things health, fitness, and wellness

I love to work out! My favorite ways to work out right now are weight lifting, walking, mat pilates, and yoga! My university offers workout classes for free to full time students so I'll be taking yoga/pilates classes at my campus!

I do work a full-time, on-campus food service job. 40 hours of work a week, and 15 college credit hours this semester 😅

I love to read, write, listen to music, and want to pick up more hobbies such as sewing, dance, crochet, drawing, painting, etc

This account started out as a "wonyoungism" account and slowly turned into my own little safe space where I am free to be myself without fear of judgment. Of course my aesethic is still pink and wonyoungism ish but I do fully plan on turning this into a more studyblr type of account using my own photos once university starts back up! So stay tuned for that little transition!

I'm always open to questions and I love giving advice and helping others! Whether it's something academic related, personal goal related, whatever, I'm always here to help if I can! <3 I love this little community i have <3

I've said so much already, lol, my bad. I'm just so excited for this upcoming semester. I don't know what it is about it, but I have such a feeling this will be a good school year for me! Feel free to drop an ask, or a comment, or anything! I will be making more posts of more academic related topics soon!

til next time lovelies 🩷

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reidmania · 2 months ago

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sharpest tool | s.reid

(chapter ten, spoiling me)

‘If I ask you for space you write seven-page letters. I used to think that meant I couldn't do better, you blow up at me then you pay for my dinner. I used to think that meant I wound up the winner. But front after front I was taught to forgive, you bought me to rot on the shelves of your fridge and you keep me around 'til you're hungry enough but my face has gone grey, There is mold in my gut’

summary; reader isn’t sure how to feel or how to react when she finds out the truth behind spencer’s sudden absence.

warnings; mentions of death, insecurity, female reader, avoidant reader, angst, first part in italics is a flash back, talks about hotch losing haley, no real details about that case, arguing, no closure.

taglist; @gghostwriter @lavonee @guiltyyassin @spencersinonlygf @criminalmindssworld @iknwreid @fortheloveofgubler @yokaimoon @sapphirecobalt-1 @eddiesdrummergf @livvyliv15 @lover-of-books-and-tea @sebastiansstanswhore @bloodredrubyrose @sp3ncelle @nemobee777 @jencole214 @hazzarules @ameerakane20 @lucere @cultish-corner @psyches-reid

“Tell me something true.”

Your head turned at the sound of Spencer’s voice, a small smile across your features. Your house was warm, cosy and decorated in a way that only could be described as you. You knew Spencer was just glad to me here, it had taken a while for you to let him in the presence of your home. You always deemed someones home the most personal thing about them.

You had been recently questioning where home was.

Sure, your house provided you with comfort after a long day, you craved the warmth of your bed when your feet ached, you could hide in the walls that weren’t alive, they let you bury yourself in emotion to difficult to articulate. You liked that. Your house, there was never any pressure to be anything other than you.

So what were you to do when Spencer made you feel the same way?

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought over his question. Pushing your back up against the cushions of the sofa, heels of your feet digging in beneath you as you turned your body to face him, the documentary playing on the tv now long forgotten as your gaze met his.

He was wrapped tightly in a cotton sweater, you were sure in a few days the same sweater would be lost in your wardrobe. He never minded when you borrowed his clothes, deeming they were softer, more comfortable than your own. It was becoming more difficult to ignore the feeling in your chest that bloomed everytime he was around.

“True?” You repeated, furrowing your eyebrows. It was an out of the blue statement, he nodded in response, as he nudged himself closer to you on the couch. You tilted your head a little, “What do you mean, i’ve never told you anything untrue.” You said.

He rolled his eyes, you didn’t have to question why. You both knew deep down what he meant by his question. He was asking you to let him in. You thought letting him into your house was doing just that. Maybe he cared more about knowing your mind.

“You don’t talk. Like- about yourself, about your childhood, or your work, or how high school was- So, tell me something true.” He explained, even though he knew you already understood what he meant. If you needed the verbal clarification, he would give it.

You smiled. He wasn’t wrong and you weren’t embarrassed nor ashamed about your privacy. He would argue you couldn’t call it privacy if you were avoiding talking about it, then it crossed over to secrets. You didn’t mind having secrets either. But you liked Spencer, more than you were willing to admit and the fact he was providing you with the same sort of safe feeling your house did, well it made it easier to be open. To talk about the difficult things.

“What do you want to know?” You asked.

“Why you won’t go out with me.”

You let out a breathy laugh and rolled your eyes. He didn’t seem phased by your reaction to his want, nor surprised. You should’ve expected that to be what he wanted to know, apparently the response you gave the first 23 times he asked wasn’t good enough, maybe because he knew it wasn’t true just as much as you did. “i already told you, I just don’t want a relationship.”

“But why?”

You shrugged, was there an answer to his question, of course. But there was a line you drew in confessing and dumping your past on people, and that conversation would fall over the line, the very thick, very defined line. Unfortunately Spencer’s presence in your life began to blur many lines, ones that seemed once so clear, now smudged. You had yet to decide whether that was a good or a bad thing. It wasn’t just the trauma dumping line blurring, it was every one. It was all of them.

Everything you thought you knew began to shift, your perspectives changed on things when he shared his opinion, your mind was opener, you were more comfortable. You were happier. Maybe not because of him, or because he provided you with more happiness than your life originally had. You were content with your life before meeting Spencer, but there was something nice about having a friend.

“Theres always.. I..” you faltered, shifting uncomfortably, your legs untucking from under you to instead pull to your chest as your arms tangled around your shins, chin resting on your knees. “I’ve always, kind of felt like i was just existing, never really living. I noticed that a while ago, so i decided that if i was going to have to exist, id at least do it peacefully.”

“Relationships aren’t peaceful for you?” He tilted his head, it wasn’t an accusation the way he said it, it was genuine curiosity.

“They haven’t been.” You answered with a shrug. Wishing not to recall your last relationship.

Spencer shuffled closer. His arm’s folding over his chest as he pushed his back further into the couch cushions. He was staring at you, eyes flicking over your features. You were smart enough to realise he was profiling you, trying to see if you were uncomfortable, trying to read you.

“You’re profiling me.” You hummed. He didn’t hesitate in nodding.

“You’re hard to read.” He said, turning his body slightly to better face you. If you knew anything about profiling, or psychology you’d assume he was more uncomfortable than you were talking about this, or maybe he was simply just nervous. “I’ve never really had much trouble in reading people. I can’t read you.”

You tilted your head, you half took it as a compliment. Dedicating so much of your time to making sure nobody really knew you, dedicating so much of your time to wondering if you even knew who you were, to hear that time pay off, well it made you feel a little better about the hole you had dug yourself into all those years ago, the one that seemed a little bit too deep to get out of.

“Does that bother you?” You asked simply. Wondering if much like many others, he would give up trying to figure you out, you’d be slightly disappointed if he did, but not entirely. You simply didn’t want to be figured out. You didn’t want to be read, or profiled, you wanted to stay as you were, even if the look in Spencer’s eyes was convinced of otherwise.

He shrugged, “Not really.” The goofy smile on his face appeared moments after, “I like puzzles.”

You didn’t know whether to be amused or unsettled by his dedication.

“Your turn, tell me something true.” You changed the topic, hoping that maybe the curious look in his gaze would disappear if he had a moment to forget why he was so set on learning every thing about you.

He grinned widely as he rested his head against the couch cushion, looking at you. “I really like you.” He said simply. You hated the way your cheeks rose of colour, you hated that his words made your skin feel a little tight around your bones. You hated that you couldn’t tell whether the feeling swirling in your stomach was a bad gut feeling, or butterflies.

You shook your head anyways, “You have told me that a million times. Pick a different true.”

“But thats the truest I have.” He sounded offended. Not by your lack of response, he knew what you’d say, yet he never failed to remind you that he did in-fact, really like you.

“Spence, pick a different one.”

He huffed, faux frustration over his features as he leant his head back to think for a moment, his eyes travelling the lengths of the ceiling in your home, memorising it. You watched the side of his face, eyes travelling over the curve of his nose and jawline, before he turned his head to look at you, a almost sweet smile on his face.

You didn’t like the way it made you feel.

“One of my biggest fears is losing someone because of my work, someone getting involved or being at harm because of me, thats why i don’t date- really.” He said, the smile on his face remained as he looked at you, but the words that left his lips made your heart frown. You shuffled a little closer, not even realising you were doing it.

“But you have asked me out a thousand times.” You countered, not because you didn’t believe the fear of his, but out of curiosity.

“Yeah well.. I guess we both have fears in relationships, right? I guess i just think its not worth worrying about those things until they might actually happen. Like- you’re worried you’ll get hurt again, I’m worried my job will hurt you, but they aren’t problems right now. You know?”

You smiled, rolling your eyes and shaking your head before leaning into his side. Choosing not to reply.

You slumped against the wooden headboard of his bed, you tried to keep your focus on the small worn out indents over the wood, the detailing, you tried to figure out what wood it was, not that you had enough knowledge on wood to make that decision, you tried your best anyways. You could assume it was red oak, expect it was too dark, maybe it was painted with a wood stain, or maybe it was a different type of wood. Walnut, it could be walnut, that was a darker sort of wood, you were pretty sure, but the marbling texture told you otherwise. Maybe rustic brown maple.

Maybe you were just going insane.

The silence in the room was deafening and the more time went on the more you were convinced that you were purely wasting your time. After Spencer had convinced you to stay for his explanation, you found yourself back on his bed, he sat on the edge of it, watching you as you studied the headboard, the one you had seen a hundred times, or more, yet never gave much thought to. You were waiting for him to say something, anything other than the same apology you had heard repeatedly.

“Do you remember when I left for the case?” Was the first thing he said. It came out timid, careful, his words caused you to stiffen slightly, your shoulders growing tense with the weight of the memory. Of course you remember, it was physically impossible for you to forget.

You didn’t look away from the headboard, now almost dedicated to figuring out what wood it was made out of. You let out a hum, letting him know you were listening, letting him know you did in fact remember the day he left for the case. You remembered driving around for twenty minutes extra while he was taking you home because he was dedicated to finding you basic frosted sugar cookies.

He shifted, you felt the bed dip further as he added more of his weight to it. The closer he got the heavier the air seemed, your body tense with not only all of the memories, the conversation, but also the fact that you were still half foggy from your previous orgasm, you were uncomfortable, despite the fact Spencer made you clean yourself up before having this conversation, because he cared about your health and hygiene even if you wouldn’t let him take care of you after.

He cleared his throat, maybe he was feeling the tension just as much as you were. “I spent every spare second I had texting or calling you for the first few days.” He clarified, expect you knew this, he did this on every case he went on. You didn’t question that he once cared, you believed that, but you questioned what changed.

“Then you stopped.” You mumbled, not breaking your gaze on the headboard, head tilted up so your eyes to travel the detailing of it.

Spencer nodded, “Then I stopped.” He confirmed quietly.

You werent completely sure where to go from there, what to say, what not to say. You didn’t want to plead for an answer why, again. The process seemed repetitive, exhausting. This time you didn’t have to ask.

“A little while ago, Hotch, you know Hotch. He lost his wife.” Spencer spoke, you watched as his fingers dwindled absentmindedly. Your gaze no longer focused on the wood texture or type, now taken by what he was saying, how it related. The same confusing feeling in your stomach that you still hadn’t learnt how to differentiate between a bad gut feeling and a bundle of butterflies.

“Oh.”

Bad response. You knew that. But you didn’t have a lot to say. You didn’t know how someone was supposed to react to something like that, you didn’t know how Spencer expected you to react.

Spencer shuffled so he was better facing you, “I- uh. I won’t go into detail, but it was because of our work.” He muttered, his voice strained and heavy with indication you failed to recognise, or better yet understand.

You were quiet for a while, he let you be. Your eyes never meeting his because this conversation seemed heavier than you expected it to. When you spoke your voice was heavy with emotion, unintentionally so, “Spencer.” A breathy reminder that you were here for a reason.

He knew, he shuffled. You realised how much he was moving around, now nervous he was. Almost as nervous as you. “The case- When I stopped- When i ghosted you, there was an empty threat made against the team by an unsub.” He didn’t want to admit it, you could tell by the strain in his voice and the way his eyes no longer begged yours to meet them.

“Oh.”

“I guess i realised how much danger I was putting you into.” He huffed out. Leaning back against the headboard. The headboard that moments ago you had been studying like it was the most interesting thing in the world, now you couldn’t imagine focusing on anything other than the weight of his confession.

The sweetest reason maybe, for your safety. He removed himself from your life for the sake of your life. Maybe it was an act of love, maybe it proved how much he cared for you. You weren’t sure how to understand what he was telling you, you had a million questions lodged in your throat. All that seemed impossible to get out.

Maybe it was the sweetest intention, but he was immature with the way he went about it. He left like you didn’t matter, like you weren’t worth an explanation.

“You didn’t think to just tell me that?” Was what you said in response, it came out harsh, full of offence. You were offended.

“You would’ve tried to convince me otherwise.”

“Thats a lousy excuse and you know it.” It came out rough, you were sitting up at facing him and every part of you screamed to get the hell out of there and never see him again, yet something kept you sitting. Maybe the hurt you felt, maybe the anger. You weren’t sure, and you didn’t think you cared.

He sighed, “I didn’t want to lose you.”

“Yeah- Right. And how’d that work out for you?” You spat back.

He shuffled uncomfortably before meeting your eyes. “You are alive.”

“I was at no immediate risk.”

“But you could be! Thats what you aren’t understanding— That wasn’t the first time its crossed my mind. If something happened to you, it would be on me. If you got hurt, it was on me. If you got killed, it would be on me. Not only that — but I’d lose you, your friends would lose you, your family would lose you. I value your life more than I value how i feel about you. Im sorry thats not what you want to hear but its true.”

You shut up after that for a moment. How could you argue when his mind seemed so made up. Did you even want to convince him otherwise? It wasn’t like you hadn’t considered the possibility of being in danger before, but the fear always seemed so insignificant compared to the way he made you feel. How were you supposed to argue against him.

“You deserve better.” He said, moving off his bed.

How could you argue with what you knew was true?

You huffed, “Why would you not just talk to me about this Spencer? Why would you make this decision for me? Why are you telling me what risks i am and am not willing to take?” You weren’t sure you wanted an answer. You weren’t sure of anything anymore.

He looked at you, and you swore there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something so gentle and familiar. “A relationship with me is not worth your life.” He stated.

You wanted to yell at tell him that wasn’t his decision to make, that he couldn’t decide this for you. That he was being a coward. A few months ago you would’ve. A few months ago you would’ve done anything for him, you would’ve sat there and reassured him, changed his mind.

Now you weren’t sure.

You moved off his bed like he had moments prior, the room was heavy with an uncomfortable amount of silence. Tension. Unspoken words on both ends. There was still a million things left to say, yet you no longer wanted to stick around to hear them.

“Yeah, Im beginning to see that.”

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the-californicationist · 1 year ago

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a safe house

(Price/Reader) SFW - But MDNI on my blog please!

“Ghost! How copy? Riley, come in!” Price shouted into his headset.

You were sending cover fire over the fallen tree that you and your captain were hiding behind. Unfortunately, you’d been separated from the rest of your team. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz were on the other side of the large, icy ravine, and they had done a good job drawing the enemy away from the target zone. Price kept trying to connect, but there was too much snow cover. A nasty blizzard was rolling in, and you needed to find better shelter, quickly.

“Captain! Enemy has been eliminated. We need to find shelter,” you tried to pull him up off of the ground.

He looked up at you, frustrated,

“Aye, Corporal, but they’ll be back. We need to find a way to warn the boys.”

“Look,” you showed him the map on your datapad, “Laswell said there’s an old town…I think she called it Khabnoye? It’s been abandoned for years, about two klicks away. There might be some old technology, radios, whatever. We can reach them on some long-range.”

“Alright, let’s move.”

It was a short distance, but the terrain was brutal due to the snow. You made it there by nightfall, and carefully approached the outskirts of the town, following Price’s lead to scope out possible enemy combatants. There was no one in sight. It truly was a ghost town, and you were justifiably creeped the hell out.

A small house was mostly intact near the very edge of the town, plenty of empty space around its edges, and only one broken window. You began to sweep the rooms, of which there were only three, noting that its prior occupants had left in quite a hurry sometime in the late 80s. You were fighting a nameless, secret war inside of the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, so most of the towns you came across were similarly abandoned.

You stood in the kitchen with Price, catching your breath and unpacking your bag. He was starting up the small, convective space heater checking for high levels of radiation in the room, making sure it was sustainable for the night.

“Alright, let’s go dark. No lights, no comms until we get a better idea about what happened,” he said in a low voice.

“Yes, sir. I did get a notification from Soap, but the message is unreadable,” you showed him the datapad before you powered it down.

He sighed,

“At least we know he’s alive and stable enough to send comms. We’ll work on connecting when this storm blows through.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Drop the formality, Sparrow. Not spending the whole night listening to your sirs.”

He was upset. The operation was ruined, and he had no idea where his team was or if they were even alive anymore. You said nothing, letting him unpack two MREs and prep the bags for you. You checked the other rooms. There was a tiny, filthy bathroom without running water, and a bedroom with a dingy full mattress without sheets. You set to work arming the windows with night vision motion cameras - much good may it do you with all this snow - and rigged the front door.

“No use,” Price muttered, digging into his chili and beans MRE, starving.

“Why? You think we’re safe here?”

“No tracks in or out. No trash younger than me, and no pings for ten miles,” he showed you his passive EMP monitor, “Our tracks are covered by now with the storm. They’ll assume we rendezvoused back at the base. It was closer and easier to access.”

“Closer? Why’d you come here then?”

“Base might be compromised,” he shrugged, “Couldn’t reach McTavish, so we can’t assume anything at this point. Might as well get comfortable and wait til morning. This’ll clear once the sun comes out, and we’ll send an AM ping.”

You sighed a breath of pure relief,

“I know I’ve only been with you guys for a few months, but honestly, I don’t know what’s more impressive, your technology or your level-headedness under insane fire. Feeling very much like the amateur I am, Captain.”

“You handled yourself well out there, little bird. I’m impressed,” his praise rushed through you like adrenaline, and you basked in it.

“Thanks, Cap,” you smiled, drinking the broth of your soup and packing up your MRE trash into its bag.

“You smoke cigars, love?”

It was midnight before you even considered going to bed. You and Price had stayed up in the kitchen, smoking and chatting in the dark, only illuminated by the glow of your ashes. The snow fluttered down outside, layering itself on the ground like a pile of white sheets. There’d be at least two feet of it at the door tomorrow morning.

“...and I got this one in Amsterdam, chasing some smugglers out of the wharf. Motherfucker stabbed me right through the arm. Missed the bones, thank Christ. But, that’s not the bad one.”

You were telling each other stories about your scars, and you were in all states of dress. It was warm with the space heater, and you were comfortable around each other. Aside from admiring the mountainous swell of his shoulders and chest, you tried not to think much of it. He was hot, but he wasn’t interested. You just had a small crush. It would pass.

Okay, maybe a big crush. But, you had some self-control.

Some.

“Oh,” he leaned across the table to get closer and look at your arm, “What was the bad one?”

You blushed, not that he could see it,

“It’s in a certain spot. Not sure you want to - ”

“Don’t make me beg, little bird,” he smirked, rolling his eyes at your modesty.

He was right, of course. You weren’t sure why you were shy.

Liar. You were shy because you had an enormous, filthy crush on your commanding officer.

You tucked your elbow beneath your shirt and pulled it up over your chest, showing him your sternum,

“This one. It’s a - ”

“Flare burn,” he whispered, his demeanor changing from jovial to serious very quickly.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

He was silent for a long time. You watched as Price too a big mouthful of cigar smoke before letting it billow around him, looking like a big, brooding dragon in the quiet room.

“How’d you get it?” He asked, avoiding your question.

“Enemy trap. They rigged the door to blow a flare. My vest, all my plate, none of it mattered. The flare burned so hot that it cut right through the gear like butter. If it wasn’t for our medic knowing that he needed to knock it out, I would’ve died. Three weeks in the med bay. It was bad.”

Price reached out slowly, almost as if not to scare you, and touched the circular wound. It wasn’t sexual, but that didn’t stop you from immediately feeling aroused by having his hands on you. You shuddered involuntarily, and he jerked his hand back. The silence in the room was suffocating.

“Sorry, little bird,” he whispered his apology, “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you chuckled, taking a drag of his cigar for yourself, trying to calm down, “Uh, no.”

“What?” He prodded, not realizing what truth he was asking you for.

“It’s nothing, sir,” you stood up from the table, trying to escape, and forgetting you were in a 200 square foot house.

He stood with you, reaching out to touch your shoulder. You sighed into his contact against your will, feeling the stress of the day melt away as he did.

“It just…” You tried to throw him a hint, “Feels good, you know. To be touched. Been a long time… sorry, sir.”

“Told you to swallow those sirs, little bird,” he whispered in a low rumble, putting his other hand on your other shoulder, grabbing you gently.

There was very little space between your bodies now that you were away from the table, standing in the no-man’s-land between the bed and the kitchenette. It smelled like sweat and tobacco and 1987 in there, and you were breathing hard, nervous and desperate for him to do something to you that he couldn’t take back.

“Sorry,” you said under your breath, not knowing what else to tell him.

Price lifted your chin up to meet his eyes, grabbing your jaw firmly, but gently. In the blackness of the night, the moon reflected only a little of his icy blue eyes, and the glow from his cigar made his face appear sharp and saurian. You didn’t expect for his touch to be so light. Just hours ago, he’d snapped a man’s neck with these same hands, and now he was passing the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip like you were the petal of an orchid, careful not to bruise you.

“I’m trying,” his breath was ragged as he confessed, “I promise, I’m trying to let it go, little bird.”

“Let what go?” You put your hands on his hips, trying to steady yourself, feeling dizzy with lust and fear.

“My desire,” he put his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, struggling, “Turn me away. Please, little bird. End my fucking torment. I’ll never mention it again. I swear it.”

You kissed him, pressing your lips into his chastely but firmly, enjoying the heat and the smoothness of his skin, the smell and the feel of his beard, coated in tobacco smoke and his own sweat. The comforting spice of the chili lingering on his mouth. He breathed in like you’d pressed a hot iron brand into him, blissful pain radiating through his body, pulling you in close to his chest. He deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth against yours, moving your skull with his powerful jaws, leading you, commanding and strong in his desire.

“Love, don’t… don’t do this. Not unless you mean it. I’m bloody beggin’ you.”

You smiled, resting your nose alongside his, kissing him again slowly and carefully before answering him,

“I mean it, John. I mean it.”

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missmarveledsblog · 3 months ago

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Hand on Heart ( jake seresin x singlemom! reader )

CHAPTER TWO

Summary: the first week come and goes as she meets more members of the dagger squad except of the mystery hangman til she and belle are invited showing the blonde that she wasnt just a mom and the blonde starts rethinking his no moms policy

warning : fluffy fluff

previous chapter

The week was standard enough belle went to daycare each day was longer than the one before which meant y/n got more and more of the house unpacked and even invited nat over for lunch a couple of times , well she invited the others but the woman said they couldn’t make it leaving out the part she threatened them not to come over . then she also met them again at same fast food place this time it was two new faces she learned was coyote and payback apparently the elusive hangman was on a date one of many from what she gathered he sound like a bit of a playboy of sorts . then saturday she and belle was invited to the beach with the gang . now she was spending the morning baking away because well her grandmother taught her better than to show up empty handed . nat did tell her guys played some weird kind of football but she was happy to sit with nat and belle to sandcastle or play in the water.

The dagger squad where setting up their things while nat and rooster laying down some bucket and stuff as well as beach umbrella into the sand completely perplexing jake seresin who was checking out the beach babe beauties .

“ what are y’all doing?” .

“ setting up space for belle so it not too hot obviously “ rooster rolled his eyes.

“ oh so mommy and me is coming today?” he teased .

“ hey she actually cool chick , she gave me tips on how to fix my car “ javy smiled .

“ well i’m sure shes a peach but moms are messy “ he shrugged.

“ actually not too messy we carry wet wipe all time but thanks for the observation cowboy” the voice called as he turned .

“ ignore him, hey look we set up a belle patch … we kinda went overboard “ nat wince looking around at the toys on the ground .

“ wow you did but y’all didn’t have to, thank you , i brought cookies and cupcakes “ she held the bag up .

“ you must be bagman “ she turned to the blonde .

“ it’s Hangman or Jake and you must be the mom i’ve been hearing about ?” he smiled, maybe the mom thing wasn’t too bag after all .

“ Well cowboy don’t worry about this mom you're not my type so you're safe “ she shook his hand before seeing belle already running towards rooster excitedly falling in the sand a couple of times before changing her mind and going to nat instead much to the man's disappointment.

“ told you she’s too smart for you guys seems like so is belle “ nat cheered and she twirled with the toddler in her arms .

“ I didn't mean offense by the way ?” Jake called.

“ none taken seriously don’t worry about it i ain’t gonna cry because a life size ken doll doesn’t like me that way, i ain’t looking for love either “ she snorted as the others laughed. “ now that out of the way would ya like a cookie or a cupcake “ she opened the boxes already knowing which one belle was after handing her a cupcake as she sat near rooster who chose the same as well as a cookie.

“ shit these are so good “ fanboy groaned .

“ language around the baby” rooster hissed as he covered her ears .

“ i’m glad you like em , my grandmother would roll in her grave if she knew i showed up empty handed “ she chuckled taking her own out sitting on towel . “ so y’all playing football thing ?” she asked .

“ yeah if you wanna play i can sit here with belle “ rooster offered only for jake to snort .

“ i think i might “ she narrowed her eyes at the blonde . “ how do you play “ she whispered to nat .

“ you sure you wanna do this , i mean it not some pta thing or playing with blocks ” jake teased.

“ i grew up with boy cousins and two brothers who didn’t see gender roles in their rough play ,i can take you on anytime cowboy ken” she crouched . “ plus ain’t size of dog it the fight of it “ she winked as Mav blew the whistle just as fanboy threw her the ball jake barrelled towards her she was veering to the left watching him easily already heading that way before skimming the blonde and hitting right to throw the ball to payback who then score just as jake hit the sand . “ need a wet wipe “she chuckled holding her hand out for him to take .

“ lucky first shot is all “ he took her hand going to pull her down with him but she pulled her hand back making him fall back again .

“Oldest trick in the book tic tac toe“ she stuck her tongue out as jake laughed.

“ ok come on we get her this time “ was probably javy’s favorite sentence of the game til she with help of payback and fanboy scored the winning goal . before she heading over to nat who looked happy with the sleeping toddler on her chest . as she took her her shorts and tshirt off to lay on the sand an let the heat hit her skin as well as the fact her clothes where drench in sweat from the game what she didn’t see was the guys reaction to the show and had jake really rethinking his whole deal on single moms . while two sit on sand talking away while guys played couple of games .

“ we’re heading hard deck soon for lunch , penny got some juice and things for little miss there when your ready join us “ Mav smiled .

“ oh thank you isn’t the hard deck a bar though ?” she asked sort of wide eye .

“ we have lunch the weekends before she opens “ nat reassured her .

“ ok well i better take her off of you get her into her carseat” she went to grab her only for nat to stand belle still sleeping soundly .

“ it’s a two minute walk from here literally across the car park “ she walked ahead.

“ ok i’ll just grab a clean shirt out of my car “ she snorted as the guys helped her pack up her stuff .

“ amelia will probably offer her babysitting services just to warn you and penny’s been dying to meet belle” Mav smiled carrying her bag to the guys disappointment .

“ y’all are very welcoming out here “ her eyes watching rooster talking to a now confused and dazed belle slight reminding her of her brothers in away making her miss them .

“ so you said you have brothers?” Mav asked.

“ two big ones , both in navy funny enough , one is stationed in texas and another is deployed “ she smiled softly .

“ are you guys close ?” he asked .

“ very i mean we had other family but it was mainly three of us with our grandparents then my grandfather passed away when i was 13 so our grandma raise us “ she smiled sadly.

“ your parents ?” mav asked.

“ Well not really parents got their own things going on i guess but we didn’t miss out on anything our grandma was a saint , sometimes slightly scary woman “ she chuckled.

“ sorry that was probably over the line asking “ he winced .

“ nah it’s ok i ain’t shamed of my upbringing actually proud of it , we would of been deemed lost causes to rest of the world but showed them different “ she smiled brightly.

“ well i’d say their proud of you now , your brothers i mean “ .

“ oh they are i mean they are both trying to get stationed here, benny is more so he’s the oldest and kai is the middle who is deployed somewhere in the pacific and then i’m baby who is adorable and sweet as a peach “ she joked .

“ hey peach suits you think we found your callsign kiddo “ mav chuckled ruffling her hair .

“ who got call sign?” bob asked .

“ peach here , sweet as a peach “ mav nudged her.

“ i regret bringing that up “ she grimaced.

“ well get over it apple “ jake smirked.

“ will do hopscotch “ she ran up to see belles lip wobble .

Walking into the hard deck she was little nervous meeting more people but the moment she seen Penny Benjamin's warm smile those nerves melted away . She was eager to win Belle over seemed as though they all did during the lunch even jake decided to get in on it ultimately him and nat were favorites for awhile til she got upset and started calling for “roo” . honestly she thought the man was going to cry with the excitement . she even got in a few games of pool to which jake got his comeback and beat her at . the guys also agreed to come over help with the last few things she needed to do in the house and Amelia indeed offered her babysitting services.

She was barely even awake when she heard the knocking on her door soft glow of the morning sun coming through the window she checked to see belle still undisturbed on the monitor . she barely had time to wipe the sleep out of her eyes when she padded her way down the hall . stretching as she pulled open the door to see the dagger squad standing on her porch bright eyed .

“Are y’all ok it like … what time is it “ she groaned leaving the door open for them to come in and follow.

“ it’s ten wait shit i though babies wake early so figured you’d be awake “ rooster winced.

“ nah she still asleep really tuckered her out yesterday i’ll guess i’ll get breakfast started and coffee “ she stretched out .

“ is the kiwi not a morning person ?” jake called she didn’t need to even look at the man to know he was smug and smiling at her.

“ nah monopoly i ain’t , now who wants pancakes” she turn as a show of hands raised up only for her to hear a cry coming down the hall . “ let me get princess belle and i’ll get breakfast started “ she yawned more before heading down the hall only this time one pair of eyes where following her.

“ next time we don’t listen to rooster … the baby expert “ nat rolled her eyes following down to apologize .

“ this place is cool , she was telling me she'd been fixing it up while belle was in daycare and nat been saying same she even helped her paint and stuff “ bob told them all as they stood waiting .

“ what she need our help for ?” jake asked looking around bob was right she made the little space like home such a short of time it was cozy he could see himself relaxing after hard day .

“ she doesn’t but we offered to help our new co worker and friend out “ rooster shrugged .

“ also helping the hot mom out works too “ payback whispered just as sound of little feet came running down the halls stopping looking up at the men staring down .

“ jake “ she squealed holding her little arms out to the man .

“ hey little lady love the crazy do this morning “ he chuckled lifting her up , her hair out like a birds nest as her little hands rubbed her eyes .

“ like her moms it would seem “ rooster snort and y/n was currently fixing her hair back up on top of her head and out of her face.

“ you still look beautiful though” bob smiled shyly.

“ for that you get extras “ she patted the WSO’s cheeks as he stood a little taller. All following into the kitchen as nat moved around easily being the only one of the group who was actually ever in the space. She began pulling it all out as jakes eyes widen as excitement took over the man seeing the stuff his home state sitting right on the counter .

“ shit where you get that i haven’t found any of that stuff here” he smiled .

“ i brought a lot kinda scared i wouldn’t find it here my brother said he’s gonna bring more up when he visit i’ll ask him bring extra for you but i don’t know when that will be “ her back turned cutting up some fruit as nat was making everyone coffee . moving around the large men around the kitchen sitting the little plate on counter grabbing the bottle of milk nat handed her . “ thank you gorgeous lady “ she winked taking belle out of the blondes arms before placing her in her highchair handing her the bottle and plate .

“ i’ll watch her while your doing that “ rooster offered .

“ thank you chicken” she cooed making him blush .

“ you don’t do that when hangman calls you chicken “ fanboy whispered.

“ she’s prettier and has better accent than hangman , hers doesn’t sound condescending either” he shrugged.

All eyes watching like they’d never seen how a breakfast was made such fascination while she was talking about how excited she was to finally start working with them all . it was strange how close she already felt with the group after a short amount of time . she was already picking up mannerisms of each individual , each persona of each member of the dagger squad.

“ thank you peach “ each member called as she place their plate in front of them bar jake who said “ thank you banna “

“ you know your gonna run out of fruit bop it “ she chuckled .

“ your gonna run out of games “ he shoot back taking a forkful of food nearly falling in his seat shit he was really start to rethink his policy on single moms now .

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luimagines · 1 month ago

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Random imagine

What if there was another god/goddess beside hyila?)) One that help create hyrule, people and creation of the golden three?!!)

The chain end up in a unknown underground and strangely there's glowing plants light up the underground and the chain felt strangely relax and inner peace?

The walk along side the glow flowers to a open up space that have only white glowing flowers everywhere but there's a goddess/god statue in the middle but when they got closer they see that this statue Is not the normal statue like in their timelines and it doesn't look like hyila ether.

Sky: what in th- ow!

Sky have place his hand on the statue wing but failed to notice a part of it have a shape edge that cut his hand and his blood drip onto the statue which sky move away and hyrule goes to check sky's hand only to find it magical being heal but sounds of stone being breaking and they all look to see the statue be breaking. Before anyone can react or think on what's happening the statue reveal a being in its place.

*Hum?m* what?...whats?!...were is?

The being say look confused and dizzy as their hand on their head almost fell from were there at but twilight caught them and carefully place them down from the stand.

Thank you..kind one..but can you tell me on weres fierce deity and my sister hyila?

Chain: wait- what???

The god/goddess is confused on situation til the chain clam down enough to hear their side of the story.

God/goddess: that's strange...there wasn't any demon king when I was around..and the Triforce wasn't even ready but..... *sign* sister what have you've done..

Time: what do you mean by that?

God/goddess: I know my sister is a selfish goddess, goes into Conflicts and making monsters and many more instead of working on her role of a goddess meant to keep hyrule safe and she took so...many lives for her Entertainment., but...to go create this demise or demon king just to take over hyrule and trapping me in....statue to sleep..

The chain look horrified and shaken to hear the truth and the god/goddess look to the chain with Sympathy and shame.

God/goddess: I apologize to you all. If I had known she'll do what she did, I would have done something. I hope you can forgive-

Legend: she did this to be !-

Warrior: all those Casualties...

Time:.....how she trap you in a statue? If your willing to tell us?

God/goddess: she wanted to share a respect drink before we return back to the sacred relam and I took sip but notice it had a weird taste then I felt very sleepy and my body felt stiffen up and...she was smiling the whole time.. may I ask you? We're is my good friend fierce deity?

The chain goes stiff and doesn't know how to tell the god/goddess, but time the one to tell him even show him the mask, making the poor god/goddess frown in saddened

God/goddess: fierce, look at what she's done to you...I'm so sorry my friend..

Time: he's okay and thank you for telling us on what happened.

God/goddess nod and somehow end up join the chain on their journey even offer support and aid to the heros which the chain grow to Consider the god/goddess as a friend.

How this goddess/god React with fierce deity or him to god/goddess))

When time wear the mask allow fierce out, fierce open his eyes to fight the threats that the chain are battle against goes to fight but whem the battle end and fierce turn to check on the boys but see firstly the god/goddess freeze on the spot end drop his sword then time felt he strangely lost control of fierce and the boys see fierce reaction then suddenly ran to god/goddess thought he was going to attack them but shocking god/goddess doesn't move even as fierce stop infront of them knee down and embrace them?!

Fierce: my god/goddess, your alive. Safe, what happened and-

God/ goddess: Heh, fierce my good friend, I'm well and glad to see your safe as well. Many apologize for the scare.

The boys are losing their minds fierce the war God being gentle to god/goddess and shocking he look like a gentleman????!!!

OH!

This is a whole fanfic in itself. I thought it was going to go a different way entirely when I read the first paragraph.

Interesting concept. I don't think I understood the motivations of the sister but then again, at this point of the plot, I doubt the reader does either.

#pinky replies #deity! reader #i think

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tekumaniac311 · 5 months ago

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Open Arms: Mission part 1

The Critters ship was en route to the dead planet where the Bloodline factory was, inside Dogday and Catnap was speaking to Drago via hologram, detailing what was going on.

"Our ship will rendezvous in on hour outside the planet's atmosphere, from there we'll head down their via our cycles. We go in, find Dogbite and get the hell out." Dogday explained to Drago. Just then, FixFox popped into the hologram next to Drago "I got something for a bonus." Dogday looked at her with a raised brow "It's a rescue mission, Fox."

"I know, I know." FixFox said "But Poppy told us that we can also blow up this factory, it can put a major dent in the Cult's plan. I may have just the thing." FixFox left the hologram before returning with a strange device "It's a small but powerful bomb, we attach a few of these at key points around the factory and bang!"

Dogday nodded "Okay, but no one is blowing anything up til we are all out safe with Dogbite. Clear?" Drago and FixFox nodded "Captain, we're not far from the dead planet!" Picky called out. "We'll see you there." Dogday said to Drago as he ended the call.

"Hey, Captain. You think the Seraphim will be there?" Hoppy asked "I don't know, but frankly I don't really care. I just need to rescue my brother, not fight." Dogday explained. Soon after, both ships arrived outside the orbit of the dead planet, each team member donned their helmets and got on their cycles ready to fly down.

"Remember the plan, we go in, keep the Bloodlines busy, set the bombs while I find my brother, once i've got him we get away as far as possible, then FixFox will hit the detonator." Everyone all responded with "Right!"

"Let's do this. Hang on, little brother..." Dogday said as he guided the cycles down to the planets surface. They landed and looked at the distant factory. "Can I just stay in the ship..?" Lean Lemur asked, not wanting to go in. "It's all hands on deck, honey. Just stick with me, okay?" Mama Mammoth told him. "Let's do this!" Hoppy said with confidence "We got this, Dogbite's gonna be okay." Leopardaisy added.

With that the 15 Riders headed off towards the factory, but as they did they heard a cycle land behind them, turning they saw Z as he fabricated a rifle via his wrist. "Z?" Dogday asked. "Yeah, I heard what's going down via Poppy. I'll help you save that punk." Z spoke

That last word triggered something in Dogday "Hey! He's my brother, it's my fault he's been misguided and acting like this." Z just shook his head "I tried to stop him, captain. But he wouldn't f###in listen and got himself into this mess." Dogday got even more furious "He has just been mislead, Z! And I'm going to help him back on the right path!"

Before the two could argue, Catnap walked in between the two "Let's not act like children, alright?" Dogday and Z then looked at eachother "Sorry, I.." They both said in unison "Come on, let's go save Dogbite." Prettybird spoke. They headed off and stealthily approached the outside perimeter of the factory.

Picky using some binoculars looked out and saw a ship taking off, FixFox recognized the ship "That's the Seraphim's personal ship.." Berserkerine crossed his arms, disappointed "Man, I was gonna crack her head for what she did to Dogbite." Dogday instead just shook his head. "With Seraphim gone our mission will be a lot easier, let's move in and place the explosives. Z, Drago and Catnap your with me. Crafty you and Bobby go with Berserkerine and FixFox. Bubba your with Lemur and Mama. Picky and Hoppy your both with Leopardaisy, let's move out!"

The groups head in and spread out as they began to plant FixFox's bombs in key points, electricity generators, the labs, the cloning facility and other vital places to the factory, all seemed well as they stayed hidden but meanwhile as Prettybird and Kickin were planting some themselves, a cultist spotted them "What the?! SPACE RIDERS!!" Rushing, the cultist hit the alarm which blared across the factory.

"Alright, let's have some fun" Hoppy said in battle stance." Dogday alerted everybody "Alright, everyone! The cult's spotted us, they'll be throwing everything they got at us, we'll find Dogbite as quickly as we can!" Soon everyone prepared to attack the cultists, kicking each of their tails to kingdom come.

Meanwhile in one of the control rooms, the cult priest who was left in command of the factory was informed of the intruders and the damage they were causing "Release..release the Bloodlines, all of them!" He ordered "But..their not ready!" But the priest shook his head "Release them all, we must protect the factory."

Gulping, the cult pushed a button and a second siren blared as around the base, enclosures of both finished and unfinished Bloodline monsters.

"Folks, looks like we woke the neighbors." Leopardaisy said "Plan, cap?" Kickin asked "We hit them hard, me, Catnap, Drago and Z will find Dogbite while you keep these freaks busy."

Everyone responded with a "Right!" As the Bloodline monsters approached, it'll be difficult of course, but to save one of their one, they will take the risk.

TO BE CONTINUED

Space Riders AU belong to @onyxonline

#space riders au #smiling critters oc #poppy playtime #smiling critters #smiling critters au #space riders au oc #poppys playtime oc #dogday #bubba bubbaphant #craftycorn #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #bobby bearhug #catnap #picky piggy

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Avengers Crumbus

Summary: Everyone is excited for Christmas except Bucky.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Incredibly corny.

Word Count: 1468 (Find all chapters here)

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It was Christmas Day in the Avenger tower.

Tony was getting drinks ready, with Pepper helping him ready enough food for everyone there. Everyone else was decorating cookies in the lounge room, a good majority of them with coloured icing to look like themselves. You can’t help but smile at it all. Everyone dressed in Christmas sweaters, smiling and all talking together like they were all a big family, and they were all there. Except Bucky. It was his first year in the tower, so you understood why he didn’t want to be part of the entire holiday. He would rather trap himself in his room and pretend he’s just a shadow against the walls.

“Y/N! Get your ass over here and help me!” Wanda giggles, standing up and grabbing your hands to drag you over to the couch, and she hands you an icing tube, she was decorating her gingerbread house. Was it sloppy and an absolute mess of icing and candy? Yes, but, it was adorable. It honestly suited her well.

“Okay, okay!” You giggled in response as she drags you over, and you help with putting the roof and walls apart, sliding the tip of the icing tube through the little cracks to keep it as sturdy as icing could keep gingerbread sturdy. You look over, and see Steve and Natasha knee to knee, painting a last minute Christmas ornament, and Tony carries in some drinks, setting everyone’s favourites on the table in front of where they were sitting.

“Alright, let’s get this party started. Who wants to go first?” Pepper follows after him, Peter walking behind her and helping her carry in plates to set on the tables as well, and you grab your plate.

“How shall we decide this year?” Bruce stretches.

“Youngest first!”

“We did that last year! How about oldest first?”

“We did that the year before last year.”

“Well, rock paper scissors?”

“That’ll take wayyy too long!”

“How about newest recruits?” Clint looks over at you. “We can have Y/N start, then we can play popcorn and she can decide who goes after her, and so forth.”

“Well, technically, isn’t Bucky the newest-?” You hesitate.

“Well, he doesn’t wanna be here. So unless you think you’d be able to get him out here.” Tony bends down next to the Christmas tree, grabbing your first gift, your name written in Steve’s handwriting. “Then guess what? You’re first.” You take it slowly from his hands, and look over at Steve, who smiles softly back at you before pulling Natasha closer, kissing her forehead.

“Alright. I’ll go first.” You lean back, and unwrap the gift, trying not to rip it because you know Vision likes to collect the papers, even though he doesn’t ever join, saying Christmas was useless.

Inside the wrapping paper is a box, which you have to open as well, and once you peer inside, you smile and chuckle a little.

“Oh my God Steve…” You roll your eyes.

“What? Maybe then you can definitely get Bucky out of his room.” You take out one of the pieces of cloth, and show it to him with a stupid blush and smile on your face.

“You got my daughter lingerie?” Tony glares at Steve, but you can tell he’s only joking.

“That’s okay, wait til he sees his.” You shrug. You got him condoms.

A while goes by, at least an hour. Normally unwrapping gifts wouldn’t take so long for a a normal family, but there was some sort of conversation about every item that was given. Soon, there was only one box left, it was a smaller box. It wasn’t very well wrapped, so it was either by Peter, who was improving with the help of Pepper, or Bruce, who’s arm is still messed up from the snap.

You take the little gift in your hands, but before you can unwrap it, you notice there’s no tag.

“Who’s this from?” You hold the gift up a little, and every glances at eachother. Bucky…? You don’t say it outloud. You didn’t want Steve or Tony to tease him endlessly for his horrible wrapping skills. Plus, it was possible that it wasn’t Bucky.

You start to unwrap the gift, taking off the little bow first before taking off the paper, a little blue box with a silver heart on it on the top cover. You take off the lid, and on a little cushion is a necklace, two rings wrapped around each other with the chain; and it looked like both with adorned with diamonds. It makes your lips go slightly agape, and you take it gently out of the box, smiling, and out of the corner of you eye, you see Steve smiling. He’s proud of Bucky. You assume he wasn’t sure about getting you something, and being the great friend that he is, Steve managed to push him along.

“I uh… Well whoever got it for me, I love it.” You mumble, and Wanda reaches out to help you put it around your neck, clasping it in place.

After everything is cleaned up, and everyone is ready to head to bed, Thor in his new My Little Pony bathrobe. You dry your hands from washing the dishes with Peoper, and tell everyone goodnight before going to your room, taking off your sweater, and switching from your jeans to your plain red and black pyjama pants. Then you look in the mirror, your hair a messy bun, loose strands falling out, looking a mess. And you touch the two rings that are hanging by your chest. Then, without another thought, your leave your room in your bra and pyjamas, heading straight to Buckys room. Your theory seriously needed to be confirmed.

“Buck?” You don’t even knock, you just walk in on him, reading a book in black joggers, comfortable already in bed and… shirtless… anyways.

“Do you have hands?”

“Uh- yea?” Weird question…

“Can you curl them into fists?”

“Yes..?”

“Do you know how to knock?” You roll your eyes and move to his bed, sitting in the edge by his feet, and you see his eyes go to your chest. Not your breasts, but the necklace.

“Did you get this for me…?” You get straight to the point, and you watch as he sets his book aside before leaning forward, and he crosses his legs before patting the spot in front of him, which you quickly scoot over until you’re both sitting with legs crossed directly in front of eachother.

“Yes. I did. I’m sorry I didn’t come out today, I-“

“Buck…” You hush him, and put a hand on his knee, which he stares at. “None of us are going to force you to come out of your room. If you want to be alone, then that’s fine.” You reach up, gently grabbing his chin so he’d look at you. “I love the gift, James.” He smiles, and honestly rare occurrence.

“Hah- I haven’t gotten a decent gift for anyone in a while… but Steve said you would love it…”

“Well, it’s amazing.” You want to ask so many questions. Like why rings? Why you? Why would he spend that much on you.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course Bucky, you can tell me anything.” You take your hand away from his face to lean back, but his hand basically shoots up, gently grabbing your wrist to keep your hand there.

“I uh… Fuck.” He shuffles a little. “I really like you.” You both stare at eachother for a minute, a tiny smile trying to force its way upon you. “Fuck that’s so corny, I’m sorry.”

“No, no that’s not corny. How did that word even get into your alphabet?”

“I’m not that old.”

“Yea you are.” You both stare again. “And I really like you too, James.” He smiles again, and his hand moves up your arm, until his palm is cupping your cheek.

“Tony would kill me.”

“My dad would kill the most perfect man that he chose for me, Buck. You’ll be fine. Equal treatment honestly.”

Then without warning while your babbling away, you feel his hand move to cup the back of your neck, and he pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours for a few seconds, and you melt into it, closing your eyes and reaching back to gently run your fingers through his hair.

“Fuck… I’ve wanted to do that forever…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you a gift…” He tilts his head, both of your foreheads connected.

“But you did.” He chuckles. “I’ve got you, don’t I?”

“Of course you do…”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, James…”

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whore-era · 2 years ago

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collage!ellie x reader hcs? <3

a/n: im gonna assume u meant college!ellie so HERE IT GOES just for you anon friend <3 sorry for how short it is kfkdkkd

tlou 2 university: college!ellie x reader headcanons <3 18+

i have a feeling ellie is either a biology major, engineering major, or a physics/astrophysics major (cuz our girl loooves space), meaning she's extremely intelligent and does very well in class!! she's always answering the professor's questions, taking notes, paying attention. when you struggle with any science/math related subjects, she's ALWAYS willing to tutor you. but, this doesn't mean she's just gonna give you the answers, she's gonna make sure you actually learn and study, even using any means possible — like having you strip off a piece of clothing every time you get an answer wrong and making it a fun time for the both of you.

when you have important projects/papers/quizzes/exams to do that day, she'll make sure to send an encouraging message. don't get me wrong, she always does, but on especially important days like these, she'll always make sure to send an extra special one <3 'good morning baby! you're gonna fucking KILL this chemistry exam babe! you worked your ass off and you're gonna do amazing and get the highest score ❤️ i love you my smart girl let me know what you get when you're done' 'ty els <3 i love you most babe ! i'm abt to start talk to u laterrrr 🏃🏻‍♀️'

ellie will always fulfill her girlfriend duties and walk you to and pick you from classes! even tho she's always a tiny bit late because your class was all the way across campus from hers, but she wants to make sure you're protected and safe so she doesn't care either way! and she'll always carry your books for you, making sure you don't strain or 'hurt' yourself (her words not yours). "els, i have two, capable working arms!!" you whine, as she takes the textbook off your hands, "and so? what if you get a muscle spasm? or you sprain your hand?" she retorts, "by a two pound book?" ellie shrugs, "the possibility is never zero, babe."

when ellie has a project or an essay to work on, it'll be a little difficult to reach her as she gets in the zone when she's working. you'll probably send her some texts throughout the day to check in on her, but as the day progresses you'll find yourself worrying and thinking about stopping by her dorm with dinner because you already know she hadn't ate all day from being cooped up in her room typing away:

you - 9:30 am: els! just got out of class!! gnna go get some lunch w jesse :) hope ur doin okay <3

you - 11:45 am: miss u babe hope ur work is coming along great !!!

you - 2:21 pm: havent heard from u......kinda worried....hope u have been eating n staying hydrated missy >:(

you - 5:56 pm: ok i'm On my way! to ur dorm rn w/ dinner i already know u haven't ate yet n ur gonna feel my wrath

you - 5:56 pm: ignore that extremely enthusiastic On my way! it autocorrected im still mad at u

hearing the booming pounding on her door, ellie takes off her earbuds and walks to the door, opening it. to her surprise, you're standing there, take-out in hand, and a grumpy expression gracing your face. "do you know what time it is? have you even ate yet, ellie williams-miller?" ellie grimaces at the sound of her full, government name leaving your lips. "i'm so sorry, babe. i was working all day, i didn't even realize how much time had passed 'til you showed up," ellie mutters, her stomach grumbling on cue. you hand her the take-out from her favorite spot on campus, and she graciously takes it from your hands. "you better be thankful you have a very caring and worrisome girlfriend, els," you say, "i really missed you today." a smile curls on ellie's lips, "i know, baby. here, let me take a little break from my paper, and i'll make it up to you, yeah?"

and that night, ellie was extremely thankful she worked on most of her paper, as she completely disregarded anymore work as she decided she'd rather fulfill her appetite by eating you out instead. leaving her take-out cold and untouched. but hey, she held her part of the deal and indeed made it up to you.

that was also how 5 papers ended up taped up against her dorm-room door, complaining of the 'fucking loud ass moans' the morning after.

"how'd they even know it was us?" ellie queries, reading over the complaints. "oh wait, it says here 'please tell your girlfriend to keep it down. she was screaming your name all night. thank you for reminding us who lives in dorm 114.'" needless to say, you were red as a tomato and it gutted you to leave her dorm, feeling everyone's eyes on you as you walked down the hall.

let me know if yall would like more college!ellie hcs!! <3

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie x reader hc #college!ellie williams

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princessbrunette · 1 year ago

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kinktober : oct 31st (happy halloween!)

modern!anakin x aftercare

wow, finally at the end! here’s some much needed aftercare after a month of filthy smut. if you’re a new follower who has joined me along my kinktober journey, hi! i’m so happy you’re here and i hope you stay! if you’ve been with me from the start, i appreciate you sm. i see all your requests and i can’t wait to get to them. 🎀

it always takes you a while to come back to yourself after anakin fucks you.

it’s a combination of things, the exhaustion — considering he’ll never allow you to only cum once, and will often drag it out for as long as he can. the physical exertion on your body from the different positions you’d be held in would cause you to completely black out for a while, finally able to rest your head on the pillow whilst you catch your breath, thighs violently trembling. of course, a huge defining factor of why you would drift from reality for a moment would be due to how deep in subspace ani would have you. he’s so naturally dominant as it is, so when you fuck — best believe by the end you’ll feel reduced down to a being that purely exists to receive his praise, or please him, or whatever it is that day.

you always hear him before you feel him, it’s the procedure.

“baby.” he cooes quietly, still a little breathless himself. “you did well, sweetheart. my best girl, did so good for me.. gonna hold you now, that okay?” his voice is familiar, deep, comforting — but you’re still drifting through space. you don’t know how, but you manage a nod. you always do, you can’t bare to be apart from him any longer. after sex, you’re usually at your most clingy — needing him to ground you and cater to you until you’re back to yourself again.

“theeere we go.” he scoops you into his arms, pulling your cheek to his chest. he’s clammy, and so are you — but you can hear his heart thrumming against your ear and it just helps. he’s here. you’re here. it’s all okay.

“how was that, baby? any pain? don’t have to talk, can show me if you like.” anakin rasps, peeling himself back ever so slightly. you whine urgently, worried he’s pulling away from you fully and his gaze snaps towards you, keeping a firm but gentle hand on your back. “hey? you’re alright? i’m not going anywhere, my love. just need to see you, that’s all.” he comforts, the hand on your back now rubbing in a circle.

“don’t go.” a small voice leaves you, half muffled in his chest, your fingers digging into his thick tattooed bicep and you feel him nod.

“m’not. not going anywhere til you want me to. i’m gonna ask you my questions though, that okay?” he thumbs at the back of your neck, trying his best to make you feel cradled in his clutch. you nod, permitting him.

“okay sweet girl. are you hurting anywhere?” he repeats. it always astounds you how he manages to keep his voice so calm and… in charge. you’re not making any effort to claw your way out of your submissive mindset, infact if anything you’re sinking further into that hole but that was okay. it was warm and safe there, and sometimes you needed to cling on just a little longer.

“no. you were soft.” you speak and he kisses the top of your head in silent praise for speaking.

“yeah, i was nice on you today, hm?” he hums, pulling you impossibly closer. “are you gonna let me clean you up? or do you wanna cuddle?” he tilts his head, attempting to look at you. you lean upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’ll take that as cuddle.” he huffs out a laugh at your little groan into his neck, probably leaking your shared finish out of you and onto him.

“mhm.”

“mmmhm.” he repeats, adjusting to be more comfortable until you’re fully on top of him. “there she is. did a number on you today huh?” he rests a hand behind his head, looking down at you. you don’t respond, and he doesn’t expect you to— he’ll be there to hold you as long as you need.

#modern!anakin drabble #modern!anakin fluff #modern!anakin #anakin skywalker au #kinktober 2023

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frvnkcastles · 5 months ago

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I feel shithouse for asking since I'm not a girlie, bur I was! Trans guy here but honestly a trauma ex girlie!

Can I request something with a reader (doesn't matter the pronouns if you feel more comfy writing she/her that's chill!) Where the reader is asked to come to Christmas with their family, and frank is a plus one bur you're worried as your family are alcoholics (starting drinking at like 10 til late) and the reader is trying to cut down but their family is really pushy and feels like they're gonna fall back into bad patterns and Frank pulls them away for an hour just talking and smoking a cigarette as the readers the only dart smoker in the family as they've all transitioned to vaping?

(Maybe just mother, brother, sister in law and reader +frank, and possibly the radio keeps turning on and off and the family calling out readers grandparents in the afterlife as the cause v much jokingly?)

YOU’RE THE ONLY PLACE THAT FEELS LIKE HOME ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When you have to deal with your alcoholic family, Frank is there to support you.

Warnings: Alcoholism, implied past abuse, mention of deceased grandparents, reader smokes, language, gender neutral reader

Word count: 1.7k

Author’s note: Anon, don’t feel bad at all!! This is a safe space for everyone no matter what and you’re 100% welcome here. I do wish more of my fics were gender neutral but often my ideas come from my own experiences as a mentally ill/traumatized woman and when I get requests, they usually mention she/her pronouns. That said, while I don’t really know how to write from the perspective of a man, I have no problem writing a gender neutral reader if it’s specified. Also, I am very sorry you had to wait such a long time for this, I hope you like it!! Sending you lots of love <3

When your family invited you to spend the holidays with them, you instinctively knew you were in for an uncomfortable time. Since you had moved out, you had tried to keep your distance and unlearn the bad habits that you had developed at home — like drinking. That was your first and foremost concern, having to witness their drunken behavior and how the situation would most likely escalate sooner or later, as it always did. You had done a great job of cutting down but you feared that being back in their company would force you to undo all your progress.

The one good thing about the whole thing was that they didn’t protest you bringing Frank along. He made most shitty situations better just by being present, and you instantly felt heard and comforted when he agreed to come with you. Frankly, he was opposed to the mere thought of letting you go alone, knowing all about your complicated family history and therefore determined to support you through every encounter.

”Y’know you’re allowed to decline, yeah? Don’t wanna see you puttin’ yourself through shit just ’cause they’re askin’”, he reminded as you were getting ready to leave for your mother’s house. Pulling on his jacket, he eyed you, looking for any hint of hesitation on your face, but you were doing a good job at putting up a brave front. You wanted to keep the peace, and admittedly, a little bit of you missed your family and ached to spend time with them, even if you knew it probably wouldn’t end well.

”Thanks, Frankie. It’s okay, I want to go. Just… need you by my side”, you sighed, and nodding, Frank stepped over to you to press a kiss on your temple, brief but full of emotion.

”You got me, darlin’. I ain’t goin’ anywhere”, he assured before taking your hand and steering you out the door.

He encouraged you to take deep breaths during the drive over, noticing with ease how anxiety was starting to manifest in your bouncing leg and chewed bottom lip. You tried to take Frank’s advice and keep yourself calm, but as soon as you arrived at the house, you came to the conclusion the night was already becoming more intense than you had anticipated.

There was a haze of drunken stupor in the air and loud chatter filled every room, tipping almost over to downright shouting. Bottles and cans littered the tables and the realization that everyone was already drunk unsettled you, making you swallow hard as you reached for Frank’s hand. He squeezed tight, unwavering as he stood next to you.

”Finally! Took you long enough”, your brother noticed you standing by the door, and he rushed to you, shoving a bottle of beer into your hands. You shook your head and handed it back over to him, which earned a scoff from me. ”What, you too good for us now?” he mocked, but he didn’t linger to hear your response, just stomped back to the dining room where your mother was setting up dinner.

You glanced at Frank, and he directed an affirming nod at you, giving you the strength and will to walk to the dining table with him right behind you. You exchanged greetings with your mother who was clearly tipsy at the very least, and your attempts to make conversation went unheard and unnoticed. You supposed it was a good thing — they weren’t actively picking fights with you, at least.

Frank, ever the gentleman, helped bring in all the food and the plates, with the same goal as you: keeping the peace. He wasn’t interested in befriending your family because of all the trauma they had bestowed upon you, but for your sake, he remained cordial and polite. That said, he was ready to defend you at the smallest thing.

As everyone sat down for dinner, your mother poured you a glass of liquour and you instantly felt opposed to the idea. ”Oh, I don’t really drink anymore”, you tried, and in an instant, your mother and brother exchanged looks that were judgmental as well as surprised.

”One drink won’t kill you”, your mother insisted, continuing to pour until the glass was filled to the brim. You licked your lips nervously, but unwilling to start a full-blown argument by refusing, you reached for the glass.

Frank stopped you, however. ”They don’t gotta drink anythin’ they don’t wanna”, he spoke firmly, his tone stern enough to warn everyone not to start with him. You smiled softly at him and he squeezed your thigh in response, keeping you close to him in the hopes that his warmth would ground you in the otherwise anxiety-inducing environment.

Your mother opened her mouth to retort something, but she was cut off by the radio crackling, quickly redirecting her attention. ”Must be your grandparents again”, she commented with a laugh, one you didn’t return. You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat and Frank gave your arm a comforting caress, his eyes darting between you and your family. He hated seeing you in these situations that only distressed you, and he wished there was more he could have done to help.

But he tried by gaining control of the conversation. It was a gesture you appreciated greatly, especially because you knew he was most definitely not the kind of man who participated in small-talk. He was used to sitting back and observing, but right now, you didn’t have the capacity to keep chatting and he didn’t mind taking the reins on your behalf. He kept your mother busy so that she wouldn’t have the chance to push you to drink, but your brother still jumped at the opportunity.

”You’re really not gonna drink that? God, you really have changed. Can’t even have a drink with your family anymore”, he rolled his eyes, trying his very best to guilt you into having a sip, and it almost worked. You were moments away from cracking under the pressure, but once again, Frank came to your rescue.

”We’re, uh, we’re gon’ get some fresh air. Excuse us”, Frank informed curtly, his words respectful but his tone cold, just like the look in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let you sit there as the target of their complaints anymore, and so, he helped you up from the seat and guided you outside into the refreshing air.

You exhaled heavily as you dug out a cigarette with shaky hands, and Frank ran his hand across his face in frustration. He was seething, feeling so much anger towards your family for being so pushy with you, and he was desperate to just carry you in the car and take you home right now.

”We ain’t gotta stay, baby. The way they treat you… makes me real upset for you. Just say the word and I’ll take you home, got that?” he swore, his eyes piercing yours as you inhaled the cigarette. You pondered on his offer, and you couldn’t deny that it sounded tempting — it wasn’t a good time so far, and you doubted it was getting any better with all the alcohol they were consuming nonstop.

”Yeah, I don’t really want to stay for long. Let’s just get through dinner and then we’ll go?” you suggested, and sucking in a breath, Frank bowed his head in an agreeing nod.

”Whatever you wanna do. But I ain’t lettin’ you drink when you’ve done so well without any”, he decided with a point of his finger, and with an appreciative smile curling your lips, you reached for his forearm and squeezed.

”Thank you, Frankie. This would suck a lot more without you”, you noted, and with a quiet chuckle, Frank shrugged.

”Yeah, well, I’d need a damn good reason not to be here for you. I don’t want you to deal with all this all by yourself, y’know?” he explained, stepping closer to you and winding an arm over your shoulders. He pulled you closer, and while making sure you wouldn’t get ash on him, you leaned into him and enjoyed the feeling of his firm body against yours.

”I know it sucks. It’s just… they’re my family. I’ve realized it’s not healthy for me to spend a lot of time with them but sometimes I miss them”, you admitted quietly, a little embarrassed to speak the truth, but Frank wouldn’t judge you.

He pressed a kiss into your hair, in fact. ”I hear ya. It ain’t easy to cut off the people you’ve grown up with. I’m proud of you, anyway. You’re doin’ so great, hear me?” he emphasized, wanting you to know that he admired your strength. You were the most amazing person he knew and he would never let you forget that.

”You’re so sweet”, you muttered, shy under his praise and deep stare, and he reacted with a snort.

”That’s the first time anyone’s ever said that ’bout me, sweetheart”, he declared, and it made you laugh — even if you strongly felt like he should hear it all the time.

Sighing, you put out your cigarette. ”I guess we should head back inside”, you gave in, but with a tut, Frank pulled you back from the door.

”I mean, they ain’t exactly lookin’ for us yet. We’re in no hurry, yeah? We can take a moment, just you and me”, he proposed instead, and you didn’t take much convincing, especially with his dark eyes looking so soft and caring as they bore into yours. There was a small, hopeful smile on his lips, and that was enough to reel you in.

”I’d like that”, you agreed before leaning in to kiss his cheek. ”Thanks for everything, Frank. This really means a lot”, you added, and caressing your hair, he shook his head.

”Ya gotta stop thankin’ me, darlin’. I’m just doin’ what I can to help. And treatin’ you the way you deserve, aight?” he countered, serious about being good to you. And so far, he had been successful in every way.

It was going to be a long night, but you felt encouraged with Frank by your side, and you knew you had a way out if you just told him you wanted to go. It didn’t erase all your problems with your family, but it was safe to say you had found a new one in Frank.

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Moon Song

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

So I'll wait for the next time you want me

Like a dog with a bird at your door

Sypnosis: Sirius was the best boyfriend you could've asked for. Until he wasn't.

WC: 5.0k (it's a pretty long one but it's worth it i swear)

Warnings: ANGSTY, cheating, second chances, toxic relationships, use of Y/N,

A/N: i was listening to Phoebe Bridgers then this idea struck. Orginally inspired by Georgia and then I realised it was more Moon Song vibes. Enjoyyy.

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Sirius Black is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. Handsome, chivalrous, funny. The list was endless. You couldn’t even name a single bad trait he had.

You love him, of course. Endlessly. More than words could describe.

I’m going to marry this man, was a thought that was constantly in your mind, bringing a grin to your face every time.

It pops in your head when he holds your hand walking down the halls, or when he kisses you senseless, or when he hugs you so tight, that you truly believe your body has never felt safer.

So yes, it was safe to say that Sirius Black was the best boyfriend you could ask for.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

“Well good morning to you.” Sirius grins up at you, lying on the couch in the common room.

You had just woken up. You are not a morning person. You yawn, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to make you more alert.

“Mornin’.” You lazily smile back at him.

Sirius sat up on the couch, patting the space next to him. “Come sit, love.”

You smile at him gratefully, leaning your head against the solidness of his chest.

“Much better.” You say softly, smiling up at him.

Best boyfriend ever.

“I’m going out tonight. With James. Ravenclaw’s throwing a party. I know they aren’t really your thing, but you know I would love it if you wanted to come with me.” Sirius whispers into your hair.

You hum, giving it thought.

“You’re right. Not really my scene. But, as a compromise, I’ll wait up in the common room ‘til you come back.”

Sirius frowns at that.

“Don’t wanna keep you up, love. It’s fine if you just go to bed, y’know. I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.” You laugh softly, the sensation tickling Sirius’ neck.

“I’m not waiting up because I don’t think you can take care of myself. I’m waiting up because I like seeing you. And, besides, you are really funny when you’re drunk.”

Sirius snorts, but nods his head in agreement.

“Alright, love. I’ll come back early for you, don’t worry.”

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

“I love him,” you gush, resting your head in Lily’s lap, your eyes heavy.

She smiled lopsidedly at you, her fingers twisting through your hair, plaiting small braids in your hair.

“Really?” she says, a sarcastic tone to her voice, “You don’t say.” You lightly tap her arm, ignoring her mocking. “Haha. Very funny, Lils. Don’t tell me you don’t act the same with James.”

That gets a reaction out of her, making her pale cheeks a soft red.

“I’m just saying,” she shrugs, looking away in embarrassment, her hands continuing to braid your hair.

James had come back an hour earlier, and you’d stuck to your promise to Sirius that the pair of you had made earlier. Lily, being the fiercely loyal friend she is, insisted on waiting up with you.

The common room door opened, and you could hear Sirius voice, albeit slurred, echoing through the space.

Your face light up, and you immediately sat up from Lily’s lap, getting ready to see your boyfriend.

That was, until you heard another voice with him. A female voice.

Confused, you took a step forward, trying to determine who Sirius was with.

A girl. A girl, whose arm was wrapped around Sirius’ own. They were laughing, and she was getting really close to him, being insanely touchy with him. You could’ve sworn you heard the shatter of your heart, then and there.

“Sirius?” you whisper, eyes filling with tears.

He didn’t notice you properly at first, too occupied with the girl who was quite literally hanging off him. But when he saw you, he looked guilty.

Your perfect boyfriend, the one who saw every side of you, the one who could lighten your mood with just a smile, the one who could do no wrong.

Yet, here he was, with another girl.

“Y/N, I-” he starts. His words are thick, and you can smell the stench of firewhisky, despite the distance between you two.

“Save it.” you whisper, turning your back on him, hurriedly rushing up the stairs so he wouldn’t see the tears in you eyes.

“Lily, you know I would never do something like this. I-I swear.” Sirius spoke slowly, tentatively watching Lily.

“You should tell that to her, not me.” Lily spoke, harshly calm. “But it’s not looking good Sirius. You know that.”

And with that, she walked away, leaving Sirius Black stranded in the common room.

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The next morning was, unsurprisingly, met with a flurry of apologies from Sirius. Usually, your heart would melt at the sight of him begging for your forgiveness. Hell, you would’ve found it romantic if you weren’t thinking about what he was apologising for. But instead, you let Lily lead you away.

Your red nose and tired eyes did not escape Sirius’ view, and it made him feel terrible. He didn’t mean it, he knew he didn’t. You weren’t at the party, so, in typically Sirius nature, he went to the first girl that held an even slight resemblance to you. He wouldn’t have made a move on her, he had thought, but his recollection of the night was hazy.

He wouldn’t have made a move on her, would he? You were too important to him. He could never…

God, he fucked up big time.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

It seemed the universe knew about his fuck up, too. He couldn’t get you alone at all. He needed to see you. This past day had been pure torture for him, all he could think about was apologizing to you.

“She’ll come around, don’t worry, Padfoot,” James says, trying to comfort the boy.

“But what if she doesn’t, James! Don’t you get it? I fucked up. Majorly. God, I don’t think she’s gonna come around. She deserves so much more than someone who’d cheat on her the minute she’s not there.” He pauses, taking in a breath. “I was awful, Prongs. I don’t think she’s gonna come around.”

James looks at him sympathetically, but he was at a complete loss for words.

“Apologise to her, Sirius.” Remus speaks up softly, “If you think she deserves better, become the better she deserves. Y/N isn’t someone who would give up on love so easily. She may resent you for a while, but I’m sure, if you properly explain what happened, and give her a well-deserved apology, that she may be willing to start fresh.”

Sirius stops pacing, staring at Remus.

“Y’know, Moony, you might just be right! I fucked up one time, I’ve just gotta put it behind us and apologise. Then it should be alright again!”

For the first time that day, Sirius was grinning.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

You took a shaky breath, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your face wasn’t red anymore, though your eyes were still a bit swollen from the crying. You shook your head, looking away from the mirror, and moving towards your bed. Falling down gracelessly, you stuff your face in your pillow, letting out a silenced scream.

You aren’t sure how long you lie like that. It wasn’t until a knock on your door made you jump.

“Y/N, please. I-I know you don’t want to speak to me, and I know I should give you some space, but at least let me give you something.” Sirius calls out from your door.

You hesitate. You badly want to let him in, run into his arms and just stay there. You also want to scream at him, hurt him the same way he hurt you. But most of all, you don’t want to see him.

“Love, I promise I won’t bother you until you’re ready.” When he doesn’t get a response, he lets out a defeated sigh. “I’ll leave now. I’ve got something for you, I’ll just leave it at your door. I’m here when you’re ready.”

You don’t move until you hear the gradual fade of his footsteps. Cautiously, you open the door. A basket lay on the wooden floors, filled with chocolates and sweets of all kind. Next to it, was a bouquet of flowers tied neatly by a ribbon. You pick the things up, placing the basket on your bed, and grabbing a vase for the flowers.

As you take a seat on your bed, you notice a letter tucked inside the basket. You pause. Do you really want to read it? You weren’t sure. Biting your lip anxiously, you carefully unfold it.

“My love,

Words cannot express how sorry I am. I could fill this whole note with apologies to you, and I still wouldn’t be done. But you already know that, and apologies aren’t going to fix this. I understand that now.

I know you’re hurting. I’m hurting to, just thinking about how you feel. It was an honest mistake, whether you want to take my word for it or not. I truly don’t know why I did it. It was a horrible thing for me to do, and I wouldn’t be shocked if I lost you forever because of it. I sincerely hope I don’t. I love you too much for that to happen.

I suppose I was missing you. I know you don’t go to these parties, and that is always alright with me, but I guess it would’ve been nice to have you there with me for once. Not that you have to, you know. I suppose I just wanted to be held by you, and this girl just looked so much like you, I guess I didn’t realise it wasn’t you until it was too late.

This did not happen because I’m not happy with you. In fact, you’ve made my life ultimately better by just existing. And I know you are upset with me right now, but please, Y/N, I want us to be okay.

Talk to me when you’re ready.

Yours,

Sirius Black.”

You stare at the letter, frozen, unsure what to do. Sirius was your boyfriend, after all. It would be awful of you if you weren’t to forgive him, especially after the heartfelt gift he’d just given to you.

But… he did cheat on you. Regardless, he cheated.

He wouldn’t do it again, you think, he was just drunk and missing me. He would never do this on purpose.

Your eyes flicked to the photo of you too sitting on your bedside table. It was taken in winter, and you two were standing in the snow in Hogsmeade. He had his arms wrapped around you firmly, and you were looking up at him, laughing.

You had to give him another chance. You couldn’t just give it all up.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

“Sirius…” Your voice makes him jump. He wasn’t expecting a response from you so soon.

“Y/N.” He copies, giving her a nervous smile.

“You wouldn’t do it again, would you?” You ask, eyes on the ground, not looking at him.

Sirius stands up from his spot on the couch, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“Never, love. I swear.”

He had an honest look on his face, and you trusted him fully.

You smiled, and he echoed it right back at you.

“We’ll be okay, love. We always will.” He whispers to you, his lips close to your ear, making you shiver.

“I know. I don’t doubt it for a second.” You grin at him, before pulling him down into a much-needed kiss.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

Things with Sirius were almost completely back to normal. You put his mistakes in the past, focusing purely on the present.

At least, that’s how it was for most of the time. Sometimes at night, you lie awake, wondering how he could’ve done something like this to you. He swore he would never do something like this again. But you were sure he didn’t think he would do something like this in the first place.

Regardless, you put on a happy face, and try to make things go back to the way they were before.

Sirius is acting different, however. He is almost more charming. It was obvious to you that he’s trying to make up for his mistakes, but you believe that it would be better to just forget it ever happened. That way, you can change your thinking, gaslighting yourself into thinking it didn’t happen at all.

You found that was the easiest way to deal with the pain. You would never admit to Sirius just how much this had effected you. He already felt awful, and he’d apologised for it, right? So there was nothing to worry about.

You sigh, trying your hardest to focus your attention back on the book in front of you. Studying in the quiet of the library usually put yourself at ease, but it seems to be no use now. Your mind is travelling a million miles per hour, and there’s nothing you could do to slow the thoughts down.

“Y/N, hi.” Remus smiles, sliding into the vacant seat next to you, bringing out his books and placing them gently on the desk.

“Hey Remus, what subject?” You ask, gesturing to the books he’d just placed down.

“Potions. Figured I get a headstart on the new assignment Slughorn has given us. You?”

“Astronomy. Professor Sinstra has been giving me a headache about N.E.W.T.S, so I thought I should study for my test.” You shrug, looking at the sprawl of open books.

“And how’s that going for you?” Remus chuckles lightly, glancing down at the empty page of your notebook.

You groan, laying your head down on the desk. “Not very well. Can’t focus properly.”

Remus smiles slightly in understanding. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You sigh. Do you really want to burden Remus with this, too? Sirius is his best friend.

Remus notices your hesitation, and looks at you worriedly. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just might be nice not to have to worry on your own.”

“How d’you know I’m worrying?” You question.

He tilts his head. “Y/N, we’ve been friends for a long time. It isn’t that hard to tell when you aren’t feeling okay.”

You sigh again, lifting your head up from the desk. “Dunno, it’s stupid.”

Remus shakes his head. “It’s not stupid if you don’t think it’s stupid.”

You pause, biting your lip. “I just- it’s stupid, really. Just overthinking. Y’know, with the whole Sirius thing. I just want everything to go back to normal, but whenever he’s with me, it’s like he’s walking on eggshells.”

Remus frowns. “It’s not stupid, Y/N. You’re scared. Have you talked to Sirius about this?”

You shake your head, eyes wide. “No, and you must not say a word about this to him, either. I don’t want to make it worse. He already feels awful about it.”

“But it’s stressing you out, Y/N! And this is Sirius we’re talking about. He’s understanding, he won’t be upset if you bring this up. To be honest, I think it might make him feel better.”

“You think?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows as Remus nods.

“You two are so in sync, you just need to get over this rough patch. Talk it out with him, and if it makes things worse than you can blame me.” Remus smiles.

You nod your head slowly, uncertain, but you would trust Remus with your life. You know he’s being honest with you. Gathering your belongings, you stand up. “Thanks, Remus.” “Anytime, Y/N, you know that.”

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

Remus was right, as per usual. Sirius and you had talked it out, and your relationship was finally back to normal. Months had passed since the incident, and there was nothing that had happened that made you doubt your love for him.

“Morning, dove.” Sirius smiles at you, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek, before taking a seat next to you at the breakfast table.

“Morning, Siri.” You grin at him, leaning into his side a little as you ate.

It was a Saturday morning, and the hours had gone by slowly. For once, you’d waken up earlier than Sirius, choosing to head down and get an early breakfast before everyone else woke up and stole your favourite foods.

“You’re up early. Any reason as to why?” Sirius asks, leaning forward to put some food on his plate.

You shake your head at his question. “No, just woke up early today. Sorry I didn’t wait for you, I really wanted to go down and eat. Such a wider variety when you don’t wake up late.”

“It’s ok, Y/N, you know I don’t mind. I just hate the thought of you eating alone.”

You laugh and shake your head. “I didn’t eat alone, silly. Remus was with me.”

For the first time since Sirius sat down, he looked away from you and across the table, and there sat Remus. The boy gave him a smile, but Sirius didn’t return it. That confused you, the pair were really close friends.

“Right.” Sirius murmurs, choosing to play with his food instead of looking at either of you. He almost looked… angry. But that wouldn’t be right, would it? Sirius never got angry.

“Well, I’ve gotta go study some more. I’ll see you two later, yeah?” Remus says, getting up from his seat.

“Yeah, yeah, see you later.” Sirius grumbles, still not looking up. You shoot him a confused look, before smiling up at Remus.

“See you later, Rem. Enjoy your study!” You waved him off, watching him walk away.

“So, Rem, huh?” Sirius blurts out, finally meeting your eyes.

You tilt your head, “Come on, Sirius. Don’t be like that. We’ve been friends forever, you know that.”

“So you’d rather have breakfast with him then me?” You were slightly anxious. Sirius had never shown anger towards you. Sure, you’d seen him angry, but he never pointed his anger towards you.

“It wasn’t planned. I woke up, and went down here, and Remus was already sitting down, reading a book. You know I love eating breakfast with you. Don’t be sour, love.” You put your hand on his shoulder, and lean in to kiss his cheek, but he moves away, brushing your hand off as he does so.

“If you love it so much, why didn’t you wait for me, hmm? Instead, you decide to go gallivanting around with one of my best mates! For all I know, you could be cheating on me!” His voice is raised, and you flinch away.

“Last time I checked, it was you who cheated on me!” You say, the anger getting to you as tears prickle your eyes. God, not now. “You really think I would stoop that low, Sirius? Why would I even cheat on you! Remus and I are friends, you know that, he knows that, everyone knows that! So don’t you dare accuse me of cheating on you, Sirius Black!”

You slammed your cutlery down on your plate, getting up and leaving.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

You didn’t speak to Sirius for the rest of the day. And it seems that he had the same plan as you, the both of you avoiding each other at all costs. You stayed in your dorm, not leaving once.

“Y/N… are you okay?” Lily asks as she walks into the dorm, sitting down next you on your bed.

“‘m fine.” You grumble, not looking her in the eye.

“I heard the two of you, down at breakfast. What happened?”

“Sirius thought I was cheating on him with Remus,” you let out a humourless laugh, “I was trying to calm him down, when he accused me of cheating on him. Just because I sat with Remus at breakfast.”

Lily rubs your back sympathetically. “Are you okay, though?”

You pause. In all the chaos that had ensured this morning, you truly didn’t think about how you felt.

“I… I don’t know, Lils. It hurt, that he thought I would cheat on him. And I was mean. I brought up… you know. I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t thinking properly. I was just so angry.”

Tears began to fall from your eyes, and Lily was quick to wipe them away with her thumb.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you know, Sirius was probably tired, and you know how he gets. I don’t think he meant it.” Lily said pulling you into a hug. You rest your head on her shoulder, tears staining her shirt, but you know Lily wouldn’t be letting you go anytime soon.

“He’s never been angry with me before. It scared me.”

“I know, Y/N/N, I know.” She pulled out of the embrace, “Maybe get some sleep, yeah? It might help you think clearer. I’ll have a talk with James, see if Sirius has said anything to him. It’ll be alright, Y/N, I know it will.”

You nod your head, curling in on yourself, silent tears streaming down your face as you fell asleep.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

The next day, you slugged down to breakfast. Late, this time. You don’t think you’d ever have an early breakfast again.

“How are you feeling?” Lily asks softly as you take a seat next to her.

“Okay.” You shrug. It wasn’t a lie. You weren’t feeling bad, and you certainly weren’t feeling good. You were somewhere in the middle.

“I talked to James last night.” Lily begins, and you look over at her. “Sirius had talked with James after it all happened. Apparently he was mad. But he was also upset. I think he knew that you wouldn’t do that to him, but the reminder that he did it got to him. James said that he wasn’t thinking straight. Apparently he’d gotten a letter from his mother that night.”

“Why wouldn’t he say anything to me?” You ask softly. Did he not trust you?

“I’m… I’m not too sure. Maybe just check in with him. Only if you want to, of course. If you want to break up with him and never see him again then I’m completely fine with that too.”

You let out a snort.

“I’ll talk with him, I s’pose.” You smiled softly, and Lily leant her head on your shoulder. “You want to? I didn’t force you to, right?”

“I want to. It was only a fight. Couples fight all the time.”

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

You knocked on the door of Sirius’ dorm room gently.

“Who is it?” You hear Sirius call out. He doesn’t sound very good, and your heart breaks at the feeling of him being upset on his own.

“It’s me,” you say softly, “can I come in?”

You hear a shuffle behind the door, and after a minute or two, Sirius opens the door with a creak. He looks awful. There were dark bags underneath his puffy red eyes, and he looked like he hadn’t eaten.

“You got a letter from your mother?” You ask tentatively. He looks confused, and he’s about to open his mouth when you answer his question. “James told me.”

“Ah.” He says, standing there awkwardly. He fiddles with his rings, and you let out a slow breath, staring down at his hands.

“I’m sorry, Sirius. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It just felt… awful to be accused of something I didn’t do. I should never have brought up the past. We’d moved on from it, and I had to go and bring it up.”

“I know you would never cheat on me, Y/N. I guess… I was just overwhelmed with my mother, and I got jealous over Remus. I’m not good at controlling my emotions.” He laughs humourlessly.

You look up at him slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me your mother wrote to you?” Your voice broke, and you could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “I could’ve been there for you. I could’ve helped. You know I only ever want the best for you, Siri.”

He lets out a breath of his own. “I never want you to have to worry about me. I’ve always dealt with my family issues on my own, or with James. I never tell anyone else, and I didn’t want to burden you with it. They’re… a lot. And the letter, it wasn’t nice. I didn’t want you to get upset.”

“But I want to help you, Sirius. That’s what I’m here for. I’m your girlfriend, you can tell me everything. You don’t need to hide things from me.” You smile.

He moved forward hugging you tightly. He rests his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel his body relax in your arms.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t deserve you. You’re too good to me.” He mumbles

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

But it seemed that Sirius did feel the need to hide things from you. When you’d hang out together, sometimes he’d go quiet when you’d ask a question, or he would get defensive about something small.

And he most certainly did not discuss the letter from his mother.

You knew you shouldn’t push him, so you didn’t. You waited patiently for him to come to you and tell you what the letter was about. You waited weeks, and you didn’t hear another word on it. You even found out from James that he’d gotten another one, but he still didn’t bring that up. But you never pushed him. You continued to wait.

It started to get worse, though. Sometimes, he’d disappear for the whole day. He’d cancel your plans. He’d sit with other people at dinner. He wouldn’t ask you to help him study.

You tried to believe that it was because of the letter from his mother. You truly did try, but you knew it wasn’t the case. There has to be something else. Someone else.

You enter the library with a stack of books. You’d fallen a bit behind on your schoolwork due to your worries about Sirius.

I’ll finish this and I’ll worry about Sirius later.

Turns out, you didn’t even have time to start your schoolwork before you had to think about Sirius and what he was doing. In fact, he was right in front of you, sitting with a Ravenclaw girl. She was undoubtedly pretty, you were fairly certain she was in the year below you.

You try to keep your thoughts positive. Sirius was smart when he wants to be, maybe a professor finally realised that and gave him the tas of tutoring a student. You look at the table, not a single book in sight. You let out a shaky breath. They must be friends then. Though, Sirius had never mentioned being friends with a girl in Ravenclaw before. Maybe it was a new thing.

Your positive thoughts ended pretty quickly, though, when you see Sirius lean in closer, smiling at her how he used to smile at you, then giving the girl a deep kiss.

When was the last time he kissed you like that?

You stand there frozen, unsure of what to do. You can’t move. You want to look away, but your eyes refuse to leave their table. The girl pulls away, and Sirius has a grin on his face. Strange, how you hadn’t seen that smile in ages, but this girl gets it so easily.

You can’t take it anymore. You’re books clutter to the floor, and the noise is enough to make the pair look over at you. The smile on Sirius’ face disappeared fast, and he’s standing up in an instant.

“Y/N!” he calls, rushing over to you. But you certainly aren’t waiting around to hear his excuse.

You run out of the library, the books discarded on the floor. Tears stream out of your eyes, and you hear him call out to you again. He’s nearing you, and looking around, there’s nowhere for you to run to. You’re well and truly cornered.

“Y/N, please, I-I can make it up to you. I swear. I’ll be good for you.” Sirius looks heartbroken.

How dare he, you think, how dare he look heartbroken when he did this to himself.

“How many times are you gonna say that until you mean it?” You ask, holding your head up high, trying to remain strong despite the tears that have fallen onto your cheeks.

He stammers, but he can’t come up with a good answer.

“You said you loved me, Sirius. How many times did you say that and lie? I have given you everything you could’ve asked for and more, but it’s not enough for you, is it?” You sniff, and inhale shakily, “It was never enough. I was never enough.”

Sirius looks at you, but he can’t say anything.

Can’t or won’t? a cruel part of you thinks.

“Don’t talk to me again, Sirius Black. We’re done. I never want to see your face again.”

You turn away, leaving Sirius stranded in the hallway.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

Sirius Black was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

But he was also the worst.

Sure, he was handsome, chivalrous, funny.

But he was also cruel, bitter and a cheater.

You loved him, of course. Endlessly. More than words could describe.

But love doesn’t always go both ways.

You are reminded of that when he holds her hand walking down the halls, or when he kisses her senseless, or when he hugs her so tight, that she truly believes her body has never felt safer.

So yes, it was safe to say that Sirius Black was the best boyfriend you could’ve ask for.

But he was also the worst heartbreak you ever had to endure.

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